We're Married, After All - Chapter 7
With a foggy mind, I pondered over Danel. What if I told him, “We’re married now, so there’s no need to run away just because you’ve seen some bare skin,” or, “We’ve already done everything there is to do.” How would Danel react? Would he be horrified like Petios? Or…
I was exhausted. For some reason, today felt unbearably long.
Danel didn’t show up until evening. By the time we faced each other again, I had already grown tired of waiting and finished my meal alone.
Danel, who had come down to the dining room, glanced at the teacup in front of me. Soon, he instructed a maid to bring out a teacup for him as well. Judging by the fact that he didn’t ask for the chef, it seemed he planned on skipping dinner tonight.
I set my teacup down and quietly stared at Danel’s face. His expression was composed and indifferent, as if he had never fled earlier. It was clear—I didn’t understand him as well as I thought.
“You could have at least told me when you’d be coming. I just finished eating.”
“It’s fine. I’m not particularly hungry.”
“I meant I waited for you to join me.”
“…I’m sorry.”
Danel averted his gaze, lowering his eyes to avoid mine.
Before I could say anything further, the maids began laying out a tea set in front of him. It was probably intentional. After all, Danel was the master of this castle, and the servants wouldn’t want to put him in an awkward position.
I had nothing more I wanted to say to him, so I simply picked up my teacup again. Instead, I stared at his face even more blatantly than before.
How could he act as though nothing had happened? After all that—both earlier and at dawn?
Under the table, my legs loosened slightly, parting just enough. The thoughts that had plagued my mind all day sent another faint ripple of sensation through my lower abdomen.
Since we were married, it was our duty to produce an heir for the Veloce County. Danel had been committed solely to fulfilling that obligation—diligently, though not enthusiastically. He performed only the most straightforward and unexciting acts of intimacy, the kind that even scripture might approve of.
But last night was different. With his face buried between my legs, Danel had acted as if possessed by a demon, utterly lewd.
The c******s he had been relentlessly sucking at twitched in response. His tongue worked tirelessly over the sensitive flesh inside the cleft between my folds, all while he grasped his own member. Every time the memory of that scene surfaced, a ticklish sensation spread deep within me. Whether to call it anticipation or yearning, I wasn’t sure. It was simply… an overwhelming thirst.
At that moment, my grip on the teacup faltered.
“Ah…!”
The still-warm tea spilled onto me, soaking my clothes. A startled maid quickly brought over a decorative napkin and began wiping me down.
The sweet scent of milk tea clung to me, making me feel as though I had bathed in it.
I stood from my seat and turned to Danel.
“Go up first. I’ll join you after I wash up.”
It was mostly an excuse. More than the sugary scent, it was the heat in my body that bothered me. A feverish intensity roiling from my chest downward made me crave the icy relief of cold water. If I didn’t douse it soon, I had the distinct feeling it would ignite into flames.
To my surprise, Danel’s response was unexpected.
“No, I think it’s better if we go up together now.”
His tone was unexpectedly firm, catching me off guard.
Even though the maid had wiped away most of the tea, the sticky residue and sweet scent of syrupy milk lingered on my skin. Knowing how obsessively clean Danel was, it seemed impossible that he would overlook it.
“But… I smell like this,” I protested.
“It’s fine. It’s just milk,” Danel replied, rising from his chair.
As he walked toward me, the clock struck, its chimes echoing through the room—dong, dong. The sound seemed to clarify his reaction for me.
Danel’s daily routine was rigid to the point of being overly methodical. A man who adhered strictly to a set schedule, he likely wanted to avoid anything that might delay his usual bedtime. Waiting for me to wash up would have been more bothersome than simply tolerating the discomfort.
In the end, I acquiesced to his suggestion. Before heading to the bedroom, however, I stopped by my room to change clothes. Danel didn’t object to that.
The moment I entered, the maids hurriedly undressed me. Although a new nightgown had been prepared, I instructed them to fetch a simple robe for the bedroom instead. If it was just going to come off anyway, practicality seemed best.
Once I had changed, a maid opened the door leading to the bedroom. The room was still dark, its candles unlit. Across from me, I could see Danel’s back. His posture, as always, was impossibly straight.
Thud.
The door clicked shut behind me as I entered, and only then did Danel turn to face me. Was it the flickering light? His Adam’s apple seemed to move in an exaggerated gulp.
I approached the bed slowly, each step sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t quite place why, but he felt unfamiliar. The Danel waiting for me—the man who would soon mount me and spill his seed inside—felt like a stranger.
Without a word, I climbed onto the bed and lay down at its center. For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to speak. A strange shyness washed over me, making me feel like a bride on her wedding night.
