Episode 112. Couple (3)

Monica, in her own mind, found the current situation quite embarrassing. To expose her breasts to seduce a man, and, and… umm, to be manually handling his thing. It was an unimaginable position. Still, awkward and clumsy as she was, she put her heart and soul into it, so,

“Hmm, umm…”

A voice, as if suppressing a pleasant moan, leaked from Edward’s lips. Gradually increasing in size, she saw that magnificent thing she had once secretly peeked at, and Monica felt a sense of pride. It was a fearsome-looking object, even seeing it again. She couldn’t believe that such a thing was attached to a person’s body, and that one day it would all enter her body.

Still, the thought that she was the reason it had grown so large gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. Wasn’t she properly fulfilling her role as a wife in her own way? Although it wasn’t clearly visible due to the dim candlelight, Monica was inwardly pleased that Edward was also feeling pleasure.

Seuk-seuk-.

She vigorously moved both arms. His thing was thick enough to be slightly insufficient to grasp with one hand, and it was so large that she had to move her arms greatly to stroke it. Feeling the object throbbing with each pulse between the palms of her clasped hands, Monica stimulated him diligently.

With a sense of smell not bad, like her mother, she was inevitably inhaling Edward’s scent due to the position. Perhaps the only fortunate thing was that, unlike other men she detested, he didn’t have an unpleasant smell. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant fragrance, but there was a subtle aroma to Edward’s scent.

It was somehow familiar… a scent that made her feel at ease was mixed in. Along with that comfortable feeling, the scent of the man she was constantly inhaling. Monica was also getting excited by the fact that the male in front of her wanted her. She couldn’t take her eyes off the pink head that seemed to be meeting her gaze, and she continued to swing her arms.

As Monica swung her arms with such immersion, Edward found it difficult to hold back his ejaculation due to the uncontrolled and ruthless movements. Eventually, comforting himself that it was an unavoidable physiological reaction, Edward released his semen.

Pwyut, pwyut. Burrrr….

Tak-tak-

Watching the penis thrashing about in her hand as if it had its own will, Monica didn’t stop her hand. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that she couldn’t stop because she was too immersed. The subtly felt scent of the male hit her nose intensely the moment Edward ejaculated and spewed out the milky white fluid.

“I, I shot, so stop…”

“Uh, uh? Ugh…”

She squeezed and pulled out the semen still remaining inside, as if compressing the penis with her hand. White droplets popping out from between the pink head as if leaking out. Monica faced the man’s essence, the seed she had to accept, for the first time in her life.

‘It looks similar to what I saw in books.’

But the smell was different. Unlike the description of a fishy and unpleasant smell, it was more like… a stimulating smell that awakened something fundamental within her. Unconsciously, her lower region, which was very excited. Her petals were becoming moist. Monica, who was blankly staring at the masculinity, came to her senses at Edward’s bewildered expression and face, and the foreign sensation on her chest.

“Ah.”

Clearly, Edward’s penis, its tip, was facing her. Just before ejaculation, she had been making eye contact with that pink turtle-like thing, so where else would the milky white fluid have gone? It felt warmer because its body temperature was subtly higher than hers. And she could feel the semen gradually losing that warmth due to her body.

She wiped the semen off her face with her finger. This white liquid was the source of her arousal, the origin of her shaking heart. Such an intense smell, from her face. Continuing to emanate right next to her nose. It was hard to come to her senses. As she had seen in a book sometime, she licked the finger covered in white liquid.

“Ugh…”

A bitter taste was felt. But her body seemed even more excited. Feeling her body becoming more heightened and sensitive, she sat still, feeling the touch of hands carefully wiping her body. Silently entrusting her body to Edward’s touch, she thought blankly.

‘I think I can put it in.’

She was someone who had never had a needle enter her body in her life. Occasionally, the only injuries she had were paper cuts from documents or books. She had never put anything thicker than paper into her body, but for some reason, she felt confident that she could do it.

But there were too many things she hesitated to express that confidence first. It was already a huge challenge for Monica to approach first and hold the man’s thing herself. It could be said that she had exhausted all her courage there, and it was almost a miracle that she had even exposed her breasts. If the sun rose tomorrow morning, she might kick the blanket and fall into self-loathing, wondering what she had done. She had simply been caught up in the atmosphere, intoxicated by the magic of the night, and continued to do reckless things. In the end, the words Monica uttered were a roundabout expression.

“It’s a bit, hot…”

“…Should I open the window?”

What was she trying to do on a cold autumn night? Thinking that, she sat next to Edward and grabbed him. In her view, this pure and clueless young man seemed to have difficulty understanding her inner thoughts unless she spoke more directly. But she didn’t have the courage to speak directly to him…

With her breasts exposed, she grabbed Edward’s arm and placed it between them. She hoped he would understand with this much – as Monica wished, Edward undressed her. So slowly and gently handling her clothes that she felt frustrated.

Moreover, the more slowly he undressed her, the more embarrassed Monica felt. She would have preferred it if he had ripped them off quickly. It was unbearable because both Monica and Edward seemed to be focusing on her gradually revealed skin. Especially when he took off her lower garments and the underwear she was wearing inside, the underwear, soaked with water due to her moistened petals, created a long thread. She couldn’t bear to see that sight with her own eyes and wanted to turn her head and hide somewhere.

With Monica’s undressing completed. Monica lay in the middle of the bed, covering her precious area with her hand. Although it had already been seen, she felt newly embarrassed and covered her nipples and between her legs with one hand. Looking at Edward looking down at her. Monica felt like she was prey in front of a predator.

It was a scene she had already seen once. On the first night, she was lying here like this. Edward came and… undressed her. Touched that place with his hand… This time, she was already undressed. Just like before, Edward approached her. With a firm, though not rough, hand gesture, he removed the hand covering her lower region.

‘Ah, this won’t do…’

“Heeuk…!”

She was worried that it might end without insertion like last time. But before she could even utter those words, Edward’s thick fingers stirred inside her. Monica couldn’t come to her senses with the hand movements, whether she was sensitive or Edward was good at it. How long had he moved? Until he stopped his fingers for a brief rest, Monica struggled to escape from the uneasy pleasure, twisting her whole body.

And when Edward stopped, Monica, who had grabbed him, said.

“I, I don’t like fingers…”

“But I have to loosen you up enough.”

“No, I’m loose enough.”

“Keung…”

She could see his face full of worry. But she could do this much. She urged Edward to sit between her legs, and Monica also prepared herself.

But Edward didn’t seem ready.

“I’m nervous, I guess it’s not standing up well.”

“Uh-uh…?”

‘Could it be that the one time earlier was the last one…?’

That time was the last seed of the night. Monica, who had resolved to create an heir, resented her earlier self. She shouldn’t have done things like that with her hand, she should have put it in right then.

“Umm, just wait a moment and it will recover.”

“Haa… No. It’s okay.”

She could see Edward shrinking greatly at the sight of her sighing softly. Was her husband taking each and every one of Monica’s actions heavily? Come to think of it, she hadn’t really said anything nice to him until now. Until this evening, she had been scolding or reprimanding him… Was he nervous because of that? She felt sorry and pitiful for having been so harsh until now. If he was overly nervous because of her attitude so far, then her responsibility for tonight’s failure was greater than her husband’s.

“Come here.”

So, she called her husband in the softest tone possible. No one was watching at night. She didn’t care about her authority as a Countess and could treat him comfortably. No, she would treat him comfortably.

“Arm.”

“Huh?”

“Arm.”

Following her request, she took Edward’s outstretched arm and lay down next to him, using it as a pillow. She said to him, who was still stiff as if slightly nervous.

“We’ll do it again tomorrow.”

“…Okay.”

“No, the day after tomorrow too… And the day after that… We’ll do it every day until we have a son, so come here and sleep every night.”

Just like her mother had said. If they continued to spend time together, the tension would ease and they would gradually become closer. No matter what anyone said, they were husband and wife. Thinking that, she fell asleep on Edward’s arm.