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When Sylvian unconsciously called him by name, a light smack landed on his buttocks without mercy.

“How should I inspect the inside of this h*le?”

Sylvian’s desperate gaze met Zeroth’s as the man appeared to contemplate this question earnestly.

“First, let’s get rid of this bothersome underwear.”

“Hngh! Yes! Yes!”

Still pressing his thumbs around the edges of the entrance, Zeroth swiftly discarded the underwear that had been hovering near Sylvian’s face.

“My dear, it seems I’ll have to examine the inside of your h*le. You know I trust your purity, of course.”

“Hngh!”

What kind of nonsense is this?!

Instead of cursing, a moan escaped his lips.

Without waiting for a response, Zeroth’s long middle finger plunged inside.

As the finger delved deeper, Sylvian lost balance in one leg, prompting Zeroth to firmly grab behind his knee and push, forcing Sylvian’s hips to curl upward.

“Can you see it, my dear?”

“Hngh!”

Between his trembling thighs, Sylvian could clearly see Zeroth’s finger thrusting into him.

The long, thick digit prodded deeply, stirring the inner walls.

“Ah! Ngh! Hii!”

“Hmm? Judging by your reactions, this doesn’t seem like the h*le of a pure bride. It’s clinging so tightly and dripping everywhere.”

“Haaah! M-Master, I― ngh!”

Each flick of Zeroth’s wrist made Sylvian’s body tremble as it eagerly accepted the intruder.

Slowly, moisture seeped from his inner walls.

Though Sylvian hated how his body reacted to a single finger, he couldn’t resist melting under Zeroth’s skilled touch as he teased every sensitive spot.

“To think this h*le can easily take two fingers. Maybe three… No, from how pliant it’s becoming, perhaps even a fist.”

“N-No! Hic! No, please!”

Sylvian’s protests faltered as the mention of a fist brought tears brimming in his innocent, green eyes.

The fear in his gaze made Zeroth fight the urge to push his desire further.

“Of course, I wouldn’t attempt a fist.”

If it were possible, he would love to try, but such a thing would be too much for his delicate bride.

Perhaps, one day, once he was completely tamed…

Zeroth pushed the thought aside and refocused on the vulnerable man before him.

“Don’t worry. Right now, I’m only confirming your purity.”

“Hnnngh! Ahhh!”

Despite days of preparation, the tightness inside him remained astonishing.

“S-Stop!”

Sylvian flinched, clenching tightly below in response to the movements of the fingers probing inside him.

He had always been weak to pleasure, and now that Zeroth was deliberately igniting his body, there was no way to endure it.

The fact that he couldn’t fully give himself to the act due to the uncertain progression of the original story was, ironically, frustrating.

Fear was fear, but enjoying the moment was another matter.

As long as he avoided the “head-chopping ending,” he thought he could have his fun, play along with the duke, and escape once the main protagonist appeared.

‘Just enjoy it moderately and leave when the time comes,’ Sylvian thought.

Seeing that Zeroth stepped back instead of becoming forceful when he showed fear, it seemed the man had some boundaries he adhered to.

While Sylvian was busy coming up with excuses for why he was sobbing beneath Zeroth, the latter muttered seriously.

“Hmm… No matter how much I probe, I can’t be certain whether the inside is pure.”

“Haa-ang!”

Sylvian wanted to slap that mouth for saying such things after thoroughly stirring up his insides with his fingers.

“Even while eagerly taking in my fingers and dripping wet like this, I can’t help but worry as your husband—has another alpha’s c*ck been inside this depth?”

“Ah! No! No, it hasn’t! Ugh!”

Slap slap.

Even as the fingers moved roughly, it no longer hurt.

The lewd sounds coming from his own body made Sylvian’s face turn pale.

It was absurd how his body seemed ready to give everything away just because it was poked a little.

“It seems fingers won’t suffice anymore. To reach deeper, I’ll have no choice but to use my c*ck.”

Looking down at Sylvian, who was at a loss for words, Zeroth pulled out his length from within his pants.

Sylvian instinctively recoiled at the imposing size and length, but Zeroth paid no mind and stroked himself a few times with his hand.

“My dear, it seems nothing compares to my c*ck when it comes to confirming your purity.”

That was just another way of saying he was about to do it.

Sylvian, on the verge of tears, tried to flee, but Zeroth was quicker.

Grabbing his thighs tightly, Zeroth pried them apart and pushed his c*ck into the waiting entrance.

“Ahhk! A-ah, it hurts!”

As the thickest part of the tip forced its way in, Sylvian let out a pained cry.

He couldn’t help but say those words each time he had to take it.

It was so overwhelming in size that tears involuntarily welled up.

“Seeing how hard it is for you to take me, it’s clear you’ve kept yourself pure once again, my dear.”

“Ugh… I told you, there’s no one else—!”

“Of course, I believe you. But after marriage, there are cases where omegas, having come to know the taste of an c*ck after bonding, sneak off to others without their husband knowing.”

With tears streaming down his face, Sylvian managed to take all of Zeroth’s length as he murmured weak protests.

Zeroth calmly explained his “reasons” for the supposed education.

Unless an omega and alpha bonded through imprinting, there was no way to tell if they had been with another.

Zeroth had simply fabricated the story to deceive the inexperienced Sylvian.

Any excuse that justified their actions was something Zeroth had no hesitation in whispering to Sylvian.

“My dear, can you feel it?”

“…Hngh?!”

“Your insides are perfectly shaped to my c*ck.”

After being tormented throughout the night, there was no chance Sylvian could have met another alpha during the morning.

Zeroth found deep satisfaction in this realization as he pulled back and thrust again.

“Hahh!”

Each time Zeroth moved, his c*ck struck deep within Sylvian, driving him mad.

“Stop… Ahh, n-not during the day, ugh! Aah!”

“Are you saying it’s wrong to do this during the day, my dear?”

Zeroth licked his lips as he felt Sylvian’s insides clench tightly around him at the word “dear.”

He didn’t know who had instilled such a misconception about keeping such acts only to the night, but Zeroth felt it was his duty to correct it.

Seeing Sylvian as an enjoyable “lesson” to be taught, Zeroth’s eyes gleamed as he slid his hands under the omega’s thin clothing.

“Ahhngh!”

Sylvian’s throat was hoarse from crying so much due to Zeroth’s relentless teasing.

Through his blurry vision, he could see Zeroth still moving above him, his hips rhythmically thrusting.

As pleasure surged through Sylvian’s thighs, he tensed and relaxed his muscles sporadically.

“My dear, haah.”

Although he wanted to get rid of that term of endearment, each time Zeroth uttered it, the man thrust even deeper, leaving Sylvian no time to protest.

All he could do was cling to him and endure.

As the shadows outside shifted, Sylvian began to relax, giving up the tension in his body bit by bit.

“Death from pleasure wouldn’t be too bad,” he thought.

“But there’s still so much of life to enjoy.”

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