Fake wife - Chapter 13
The teeth entangled mine without a chance to escape. It was unfamiliar to him to feel the rough licking of his extremely sensitive mucous membrane.
“Come on, go to sleep-”
The words to wait a moment were swallowed in his mouth. In the meantime, I felt something soft behind my back, and the arm that was holding my wrist was wrapped around my waist before I knew it. As I lay there struggling with the thought that something was terribly wrong, Pascal instead spread my legs apart and settled into them. Then again, he bit my lips wide and put his tongue deep into it, groping every nook and cranny. A long hot breath came and went, and when his breath became stuffy, his lips finally parted.
“Ha, ha, this, this…”
He stared blankly at me, who was out of breath and unable to speak properly, then picked me up like a princess and laid me in the middle of the bed. His long, delicate fingers were wet as he brushed my eyes in silence.
“Was it bad?”
“No, that’s not it…”
The lips landed on my face again as I barely managed to catch my breath. It wasn’t a deep kiss that drained people’s souls like before, but a kiss that was light enough to make a squeak sound. But still my soul was out of the house. What is this now?
“Jugu, no Pascal- sama. this is for sifters….”
“Sir, I’d like you to take it off too.”
“It’s not that important right now-”
“I don’t know why it doesn’t matter.”
“Uh- um- Pascal.”
A low, satisfied voice rang right next to my ear. I was stunned to see a man licking my earlobe and biting my earlobe. I feel like I’m just being dragged into a very absurd situation right now.
“Now, uh, what are you doing right now?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know?”
“Yes, it’s soggy.”
A lump of wet flesh filled the inside of my ear. In addition, the low, hot voice hit the eardrum, causing the body temperature to rise along with a tingling sensation in the lower abdomen. It was a voice that I usually thought was good to hear, but now it was overflowing with sexiness.
“Aren’t we having our first night?”
My heart pounded and I felt like I wanted to scream.
It’s choya, it’s choya!
What is the first night of the contract couple!
“No, you never said anything like that!”
“What do you mean?”
“The first night is going to be held…!”
In an instant, my mind flashed. Come to think of it, there was no discussion about the first night. I didn’t say I would, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t. The terms mentioned in the contract and communicated through dialogue at the time of the contract are the period of agreement, showing affection externally, keeping secrets, and being faithful to marital life…
“Isn’t it natural for a newlywed couple who are faithful and full of affection to each other to hold a first night?”
“Ha, but, the contract…’
“I thought you agreed as there was no mention at the time.”
No. I didn’t even think about it at all.
Sexual contact is extremely private, so it’s not a public affair, and married life is also a nickname, so it’s like talking about tea time, so I only thought of such a house play. I swallowed the bloody tears and shook my head desperately.
“Then, just pretend… “
“Do the employees of the Grand Duchy look so lax?”
I had nothing to refute. But I had never really imagined spending a night with him. So I couldn’t understand why this man was doing this to me. Because Pascal Valencia is the sub male lead. Because he is a man whose body and mind are already on that woman’s! But to me, a contract wife who can’t even serve!
“Pascal, you, you, stand still do…!”
Desperately trying to persuade him, I spit out anything, but I gasped and held my breath. It was because something hard was touching the wide open thighs under the body, which was barely covered with cloth, which was embarrassing to even call it clothes. I wasn’t so naive or inexperienced that I didn’t know what it was. Although, of course, Katarina’s body is pure.
“What is that again?”
“That, that, uh, that.”
“As you can see, it’s been like this ever since I met the bride and entered this room.”
Pascal blatantly rubbed his thick flesh against my thigh. My shoulders shrunk a little at the feeling of his skin rubbing against my skin as it slipped through my slightly open gown.
“Whatever. Has anyone ever told you gossip about my sexual function?”
You are the writer. Because the author said so. You live as a virgin all your life and die. Pascal lowered his head again and kissed me as I swallowed the words I couldn’t bear to say. He did not hide his displeasure.
“I don’t know where you heard it, but I don’t think it’s true.”