Tears burst free as pain flared, but the Duke soothed the bite with a slow lick.
“I didn’t expect you to be this sensitive.”
Lick.
Suck.
“Hn-hiiing…!”
The flick of a tongue sent sparks of pleasure threading through the ache.
“Nngh…! Nn!”
Assaulted from both above and below, Sylvian barely managed to gasp.
The sudden nip at his nipple made him tense—distracting him from the fingers working him open.
“Hah—!”
Plunge!
Thick fingers stretched him ruthlessly before rubbing that spot again.
“Ah! Ah—! Ngh!”
Enough… Please, no more…
Dazed, Sylvian lifted blurry eyes to the Duke.
His toes curled, feet pushing weakly at the sheets, but his trapped body couldn’t escape.
With no way to fight the pleasure, he clawed at the pillow.
He wanted to touch the Duke’s firm chest, visible through the parted robe—but he wasn’t allowed.
Instead, he spread his thighs wider, feigning innocence.
The Duke’s gaze traced his trembling legs before landing there.
“Hng… S-Sob… S-Stop… Hiiik…!”
Lick.
Lick, lick.
“Then shall we proceed, Viscount…?”
“Hngh…! N-No… S-Sob… W-Wrong…!”
Playing coy, Sylvian parted his lips—only for the Duke to crush their mouths together.
If he were truly clueless, he’d have fallen for it.
Tears streamed as Sylvian frantically shook his head, biting his lip.
“Then… shall we consummate this?”
After stretching him so thoroughly, the Duke knew where to go.
Zeroth tossed his robe aside, relishing Sylvian’s stunned expression.
The way those wide eyes trailed down his body—over his chest, then lower—was satisfying.
Like a ship caught in a storm, Sylvian’s gaze wavered helplessly.
“Ah… N-No… I’m scared…!”
Zeroth grabbed Sylvian’s legs as he tried to scramble back, yanking him down.
Though his thighs clamped shut instinctively, they only pressed against the Duke’s own, pinned in place.
Pathetic.
No matter how hard Sylvian squeezed, Zeroth felt nothing.
“Hah—!”
The moment their bodies touched, Sylvian flinched, legs jerking—but it was too late.
The Duke admired the twitching, well-stretched hole.
The broad head of his cock nudged the entrance, making Sylvian clench in fear.
“Be good.”
“Hnn…!”
Zeroth patted his stiff body, toying with his swollen nipples and half-hard cock.
A kiss forced Sylvian’s lips open, accepting his tongue without resistance.
Feeling Sylvian’s arousal return, Zeroth pressed forward—
And shoved inside.
“Ghk—!”
Sylvian choked, fingers digging into the pillow as thick heat speared into him.
He thought it would be big—but this—?!
His walls strained around the intrusion, muscles locking tight.
A tongue muffled his whimpers, plunging deeper—distracting him as fingers teased his cock.
Drip.
Tears spilled at the unbearable stretch.
Kissed, fondled, filled—there was no escape.
‘I’ll die.’
How much more could he take?
Gasping, Sylvian weakly shook his head but couldn’t push him away.
“Hah…! Nngh…!”
“Shh. Almost all in.”
Hngh—
The Duke wasn’t lying.
Curly pubes brushed against him, confirming it.
“Hah…! I-Is it… over?”
“Yes. You did well.”
Relieved, Sylvian went limp—
And Zeroth slammed the rest inside.
“HAAH—!”
Thud!
The brutal thrust stole his vision.
His body jolted, limbs curling as the Duke set a relentless pace.
“Ngh! Ah—! Hah…!”
Moans spilled freely, tears streaking his face.
Though his movements were clumsy, Zeroth held his hips steady, driving into him without mercy.
‘One round… and it’ll be over, right?’
Sylvian bit his lip, swallowing disappointment.
The Duke’s thrusts grew faster—he was close.
“…Ah! Hih—! Ngh!”
That spot was struck again and again, wringing another orgasm from him.
Splash—!
Cum splattered the Duke’s stomach.
Sylvian squeezed his eyes shut.
He wasn’t supposed to finish yet—!
Terrified, he clenched down.
“S-Sorry! S-Sob! I messed up—!”
“Tch. Useful little thing.”
The Duke’s movements grew even faster, heedless of Sylvian’s words.
“Ah—hng, ngh!”
Why… won’t it end?
Sylvian’s arm, which had been gripping the pillow without rest as the Duke rocked into him, finally lost its hold.
His body, completely drained of strength, swayed helplessly.
His limbs flailed weakly. It was exhausting.
He’d thought it would be over after one round, but while Sylvian had reached his peak multiple times, the Duke hadn’t come even once.
Was he really that unremarkable, or was the Duke just that patient?
When Sylvian lifted his hazy gaze, he met the Duke’s eyes—gleaming with amusement.
“Please—”
His lips barely moved before a hot tongue plunged into his mouth again.
“!”
At the same time, a scorching rush spilled inside him.
Finally… it’s over.
Feeling the Duke’s release flooding him, Sylvian’s eyes fluttered shut.
Fidget.
Mmm…
Pat, pat.
So warm.
His back ached, but the bed was so cozy he could die here.
Though his body, having just shared its first night, protested with exhaustion, a giddy smile crept onto his lips.
Things were going exactly as planned.
This was the annex—no one would come to wake him or bother him.
Certain of this, Sylvian burrowed deeper under the warm covers.
Why did the blanket feel so stiff?
Yawn.
A little more sleep wouldn’t hurt.
His weary body resisted consciousness, and with one last long yawn, he fell asleep mouth agape.
“Ngh…”
“Are you awake?”
The pain in his hips made further sleep impossible.
A low voice reached him as he groaned and shifted.
“?!”
His eyes flew open—only to find the Duke lying beside him, propped on one elbow.
The Duke’s bare chest was on full display as he gazed down at Sylvian with amusement.
Why… wasn’t this the annex?
No, why was he still here?!
A furtive glance around confirmed it: this was the Duke’s bedroom from last night.
“G-Good morning,” Sylvian stammered, his voice hoarse.
Was he planning to feed him before sending him away?
Sylvian pulled the covers over his bare body as he greeted him, but the Duke leaned in and kissed him instead.
“Hng—!”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Y-Yes…”
Gasping from the prolonged kiss, Sylvian watched as the Duke chuckled and rose from the bed.
His eyes darted away, refusing to acknowledge the thing swaying between the Duke’s thighs.
“Shall we wash up and eat?”
“Yes.”
Every time those crimson eyes landed on him, Sylvian braced himself, unsure if the Duke would suddenly turn violent.
We’ve already had the wedding night—shouldn’t he discard me now?!
The original story hadn’t mentioned them sharing breakfast, so Sylvian had no choice but to follow the Duke’s lead.
Servants entered, supporting his unsteady body as they guided him to the bath.
“Is there anywhere you’re uncomfortable?”
At the gentle question, Sylvian’s green eyes darted away.
How could he possibly mention that throbbing ache?
He shook his head vigorously.
Just soaking in the warm water was bliss enough.
Yesterday, he’d had to wash with lukewarm water barely warmer than cold, but now, the near-scalding heat melted the stiffness from his body.
“Haah…”
“Do you have a preferred scent for your bath?”
“…No.”
Why is he like this?
Couldn’t they just rush through it like yesterday?
Ah—was he being careful because other servants were present?
The sudden shift in tone after a single night was bizarre.
Don’t tell me… because the Duke kept me until morning, they’re treating me differently?
Lost in suspicion, Sylvian wiggled his toes under the water.
Swish, swish.
The ripples danced prettily across the surface.
So nice…
Who knew what tomorrow would bring?
But as long as spring came soon, anything was fine—as long as it wasn’t cold water.
After a day of being waited on, the servants’ polite touches no longer frightened him as they once had.
Once dried and dressed, he stepped out to find the Duke waiting at the dining table.
…He’s not going to work?
Unsummoned, Sylvian stood frozen in the middle of the bedroom, hands clasped meekly.
“Come here.”
At the Duke’s gesture toward the seat across from him, Sylvian cautiously took his place.
“Are you in any pain?”
“…No.”
“Good. Still, you must be tired—rest in your room today.”
Nod.
Finally, he’s sending me to the annex.
Sylvian made no move to pick up his utensils, simply waiting for the Duke to finish eating.
“You’re not eating?”
“…Am I allowed to?”
The air grew heavy in an instant.
Sylvian held his breath.
What did I do wrong?
“The soup is warm—have some slowly. Once you’ve settled, you can try the bread and salad as well.”
At the Duke’s explanation, Sylvian hesitantly took a spoonful of soup.
…Heaven.
The rich, steaming liquid soothed his throat, warmth spreading through his stomach.
He’d never tasted anything so delicious.
It was nothing like the cold, congealed soups he was used to.
His hand kept reaching for more, though he forced himself to eat slowly, careful not to draw the Duke’s disapproval.
By the time he’d finished half the bowl, he exhaled in satisfaction.
“Huu…”
“You’re… already done?”
“Yes.”
As he set down his spoon, Sylvian caught the Duke’s startled expression.
‘Did I eat too much?’
This was already more than he usually had.
Back home, the Viscount—his father—would sneer that the servants went hungry because of him.
But the Duke’s household was wealthy; surely they wouldn’t lack food just because he ate a little extra.
Still, he must have been too greedy.
I should be careful.
Were meals here strictly rationed?
Unaware of the real reason for their shock, Sylvian didn’t dare touch the soft, inviting bread.
If the soup had surprised them, the bread would cause an uproar.
This world is really strict about food, huh?
He averted his gaze from the warm loaf, resisting the urge to reach out.
“Would you like to try this?”
The Duke held out a small piece of bread.
…A test?
He did want to eat it, but he hesitated, afraid of giving them a reason to criticize him.
If he was going to be discarded anyway, it was better to leave without misunderstandings.
