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“C-can’t we take it slow? Little by little?”

Thud.

Sylvian’s voice, tinged with a desperate resolve, made Zeroth lightly tap his face with the tip of his finger.

At this rate, he’s going to break.

Sylvian wanted to force Zeroth to speak properly, to say the words he had learned, but if he pushed further, tears would inevitably follow.

Zeroth’s preferences were certainly not something a fragile, petite omega like Sylvian could handle.

Even so, Zeroth found himself tormenting Sylvian, constantly bringing up “spousal training.” It was all Sylvian’s fault.

Despite visibly fearing him, Sylvian’s efforts to obey his commands stirred something dark and twisted within Zeroth.

“Well, it can’t be helped. Since we’re married now, we’ll have plenty of time to adjust. Let’s take it slow. Very. Slow.”

“A-ah!”

Sylvian’s wide, trembling green eyes filled with emotion at Zeroth’s words.

Zeroth had to suppress the urge to lick them.

But he knew his naive spouse would beg him to stop with a desperate look the moment his tongue got near.

“Then, should I demonstrate the words my wife failed to say today?”

“Ng, no—!”

“I will thrust my master’s c*ck into the bitch’s hole, pounding until satisfied, then fill the womb with cum until it takes.”

Woosh.

Sylvian’s complexion, which had just settled, flushed a deep, furious red again.

Zeroth briefly admired that innocent face before leaning in to capture those soft lips.

“Mmph! Ngh!”

Zeroth relished how Sylvian’s small mouth, which seemed full even with just a little of his tongue inside, responded as he deepened the kiss, gripping Sylvian’s head to hold him in place.

“Haah, Zeroth…”

Sylvian inwardly sighed as Zeroth ravished him with relentless intensity.

Every time they were in bed together, Zeroth forced words out of him—words he’d never dreamed of uttering.

It was driving Sylvian to the brink of madness.

He silently prayed that somehow, anyhow, this lunatic’s fixation would shift away from him.

Sylvian’s only wish now was to be discarded quietly and without being killed.

“Are you awake—?”

“Shh.”

When Sylvian collapsed into an exhausted slumber, Zeroth stopped Kelvin, the butler, as he opened the door and entered.

Zeroth quickly pulled the blanket up to cover the red marks covering Sylvian’s back.

He didn’t care about the traces he left, but the thought of another man seeing Sylvian’s body irritated him.

Kelvin glanced around the room, gauging the atmosphere.

Judging by the signs, it was clear that the duchess had cried quite a bit the previous night.

With a bow, he exited.

Watching the duke and duchess retire to the bedroom together every single night since their wedding, Kelvin and the other servants of the ducal household quietly celebrated their master finding the right match.

Click.

“Clear out anything noisy nearby, check if the duchess is in pain when he wakes up, and make sure he eats.”

“Yes, sir.”

To think the duke could be so attentive about the duchess’s meals, despite his characteristically abrasive tone!

It was different from any of his former lovers.

Kelvin’s steps were light with joy, and when he met the head maid, Elgana, her eyes glimmered with shared delight.

As the staff exchanged knowing looks behind him, Zeroth strode away, contemplating how to savor Sylvian again today.

“Yawn.”

God, I’m dead.

Despite feeling utterly drained, Sylvian found himself chuckling faintly, curling up in the comfort of the luxurious bedding.

The sheets were far better than anything he’d ever experienced at the Nertian viscounty.

Despite Zeroth’s trashy preferences, their s*x life was undeniably satisfying.

Even in his past life, Sylvian had never encountered someone so… big, with such skillful techniques.

They’d ignited his inexperienced body instantly.

Last night, he had been made to kneel in front of a massive mirror, legs wide apart, watching as Zeroth’s c*ck repeatedly thrust into him.

Sylvian had no problem enjoying sex as an adult, and something like being in front of a mirror didn’t faze him.

But for the sake of his feigned innocence, he had ended up sobbing dramatically.

Zeroth, however, seized the opportunity to coax him into saying words he couldn’t bear to utter.

“Look closely, my wife. Where is my c*ck buried right now?”

Even as he mercilessly pounded into Sylvian, his voice remained calm and deliberate, emphasizing the words Sylvian needed to say.

A filthy-mouthed brute, that’s what Zeroth was.

Sylvian didn’t appreciate his crude language but figured the novelty would wear off soon. For now, he decided to enjoy the moment.

For now, he just needed to survive.

Eventually, after thoroughly indulging in Zeroth’s c*ck, Sylvian gave in, barely managing to repeat the lewd words Zeroth wanted to hear.

Listening intently, Zeroth rewarded him with a pat on the head, as if Sylvian had been a good boy, before dragging him to bed.

“Ugh, it didn’t even end there once we got to the bed, but it was still good.”

Sylvian silently hoped that the remaining months of their marriage would continue to be this satisfying.

“I’m hungry.”

Even an omega’s healing ability amplified by an alpha’s pheromones had limits, yet Sylvian’s body felt much better after a night’s rest.

His back, which had been trembling and on the verge of collapse, was surprisingly fine.

Whatever the author’s intention, it seemed they were committed to ensuring perfection in the bedroom scenes.

For Sylvian to handle Zeroth’s massive size and relentless stamina was practically a miracle.

‘Strangely, I feel like my body’s improving.’

Sylvian’s father had starved him frequently, believing his delicate and petite appearance would attract a high-ranking alpha despite being a male omega.

He had always been frail in the viscounty, but in the short time since coming to the duchy, he could feel his body growing stronger.

Maybe it wasn’t the pheromones. It could just be that he was finally eating proper meals.

“Ahem.”

Sylvian cleared his throat softly, pulling the cord beside the bed.

Luaia, a beta maid, entered silently.

“How are you feeling, Sylvian?”

“…My, my back feels a bit sore.”

Peeking out from beneath the blanket, Sylvian gauged her reaction.

The staff could be crucial allies if he ever ended up discarded in a detached residence.

He’d always pretended to be a timid, quiet child back at the viscounty.

“I’ll fetch the doctor right away! What about your meal?”

“Just a little salad and bread?”

“Would it be alright if I prepare something more nourishing for you?”

“Mm. I’ll eat whatever Luaia gives me. It’s not painful enough to call the doctor.”

Despite his words, his face was pale and drained of color.

What nonsense was this?

Clearly, our disgraceful Duke had behaved like a beast without considering his wife’s condition!

Luaia held back tears, overwhelmed by the affection she felt for the Duchess.

Thanks to the Duchess, the once-frozen atmosphere of the Duke’s household was beginning to soften.

As she stormed out of the room with a determined expression, Sylvian was left pondering whether he had done something wrong.

‘Being rish is truly the best.’

A life where no one scolds you for lying around all day?

No wonder everyone aspired to be a noble.

Clearing his throat, Sylvian buried himself in the massive pillow and drifted into a light sleep, waiting for Luaia to return with the doctor she’d likely dragged by the collar.

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