Zeroth’s gaze lingered on his pale skin and the delicate flush spreading across his body.
Not bad.
The lips, swollen from relentless kisses, and the heated flush on his face were almost endearing.
His limbs were too thin, but his hips had just enough flesh to make up for it.
With a waist this small, he might not be able to get up tomorrow.
“Hihk!”
At his startled reaction, Zeroth pressed another kiss to his neck.
His half-turned body flushed crimson, as if ashamed of his own nakedness.
“My dear, if we keep this up, dawn will break. Do you want to return to the viscountcy?”
“W-Why?”
“If this marriage isn’t consummated, it’ll be no different from a divorce.”
Zeroth’s fingers traced the sharp ridges of his ribs.
Too bony—not his usual preference.
And yet, he found himself explaining patiently, softening his voice despite the trembling body beneath him.
The skin under his hands was soft, addictive.
When he gripped Sylvian’s shoulders and turned him around, the boy’s weak body offered no resistance.
The way his eyes darted about, unable to escape, made it obvious he was agonizing over Zeroth’s words.
“In that case, Viscount Nertian would have to return every coin I paid him.”
At that, the boy stopped biting his lips.
“W-Wait… if we m-marry… you’ll g-give money?”
“Yes. A bride price, naturally.”
The naive question confirmed it—his new spouse was utterly clueless.
Zeroth didn’t hesitate to lie.
“But if the marriage is annulled, your family would owe me an exorbitant penalty… Would that be alright?”
“…Ah, n-no. S-Sob… I-I’ll cry p-pretty.”
The way he sniffled was almost cute.
When Sylvian looked up with pleading eyes—Is this okay?—Zeroth kissed him.
He bit the parted lips, teasing the small tongue inside.
His hands roamed the smooth skin beneath him.
“Nngh—!”
Ah, what—?!
It was just calloused fingers brushing over a nipple, but the unfamiliar, electric sensation wracked Sylvian’s body.
D-Does it always feel like this the first time?!
Are all omegas like this?!
As Zeroth’s fingers toyed with his hardening nipple, Sylvian shuddered, sobbing helplessly.
His moans spilled into Zeroth’s mouth, swallowed whole.
“Hic.”
“Does it feel good?”
Sylvian shook his head furiously, face burning, but Zeroth only laughed.
“Liar. You’re enjoying this.”
“Ah—hk!”
The tight pinch between thumb and forefinger sent pain and pleasure shooting through him at once.
“S-Sob… Hngh…”
It hurts… but it feels too good.
Tears spilled freely as Sylvian arched into Zeroth’s touch.
“My, what a lewd little body.”
The duke’s murmur barely registered.
His chest burned, oversensitive.
More… I want more.
But Zeroth only toyed with one side, leaving the other aching and neglected.
“Hah… Hih! A-Ahn!”
Tears fell in a dizzying cascade.
With the duke’s weight pinning him down, he couldn’t escape—only writhe.
“I-It hurts!”
“No, it doesn’t.”
He begged between shaking his head, but Zeroth only smiled and leaned down.
“Hah—! T-That’s too—! Ngh! No!”
Lick.
A wet tongue dragged over his chest, pressing deliberately where his fingers had been.
Each flick sent shocks straight to his spine.
“Hih—!”
Cold.
“A-Aah!”
Amused by his reactions, Zeroth sucked the trapped nipple into his mouth.
“Nngh! Hn! Hah!”
Why does a first-timer’s body feel this much?!
Sylvian curled in on himself, flustered beyond belief.
Pleasure wracked his frame, leaving him trembling.
Maybe I underestimated how sensitive omegas are. Regret came too late.
He’d assumed sex would be straightforward—after all, Zeroth had looked so indifferent.
Who knew he’d be the type to take his time like this?
“Waaah… hic…”
“I had no idea my wife had such a wanton body.”
Zeroth’s eyes gleamed at the way Sylvian shuddered under his touch.
Entertaining.
For someone so thin he looked like he couldn’t finish a bowl of soup, his reactions were delicious.
The initial plan to rush through this was forgotten the moment their lips met.
Adorable.
The way his cheeks flushed was even better than when they’d been pale with fear.
Without warning, Zeroth took the other neglected nipple into his mouth.
A sharp suck, and Sylvian’s cries spilled out beautifully.
“Hic…”
“Good boy.”
Even as Sylvian sobbed from overstimulation, Zeroth didn’t stop.
“Nngh! Hn!”
His cock, now in Zeroth’s large hand, was unbearably sensitive.
So soft.
The way it twitched under his touch was fascinating.
A few strokes, and the skin flushed red.
“Ah! Ahn! I-It hurts! S-Sob! It hurts!”
“It doesn’t hurt. You’re just feeling good.”
Zeroth pressed down on the leaking tip, watching Sylvian’s back arch.
“Hah—hnn!”
If I pushed inside now, he’d probably lose his mind.
Though he cried and squirmed, his body was already flushed with arousal.
Born for this.
“I wonder if my wife is ready to take her husband.”
He deliberately lowered his voice, and fearful eyes met his.
“Your first time?”
“Y-Yes…”
His voice was already wrecked from crying.
When Zeroth hooked a leg over his shoulder, the slick between his thighs glistened.
“!”
Sylvian thrashed, begging to be spared—but the duke’s grip was unrelenting.
“There’s nothing to fear.”
Those red eyes bore into him, unblinking.
Swallowing hard, Sylvian let out a shaky breath.
He struggled with all his strength, but the duke didn’t budge.
Even the way Zeroth stroked him was maddening—each movement sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him.
It was surprising that he—a man with sadistic tendencies—hadn’t struck him yet.
But on their first night, Sylvian’s hunch proved right: the Duke wouldn’t bother with such cruelty toward a bride he planned to discard soon.
If I endure tonight, tomorrow I’ll wake up alone in the annex.
Tears spilled uselessly as Sylvian thrashed his legs.
Slap!
“Hng—!”
A sharp sting landed on his thigh.
His eyes flew wide, but the Duke only smirked, weaving lies.
“If you move, you’ll get hurt.”
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
Schlick—!
“Aah—!”
Contrary to his words, a thick finger speared inside without warning.
‘This lying bastard! H-he said it was my first time!’
Drip. Drip.
“Hngh…! I-It hurts… Sob!”
The Duke had drenched him in so much oil that it seeped slickly into his walls, coating the invading fingers.
Sylvian mechanically whimpered “It hurts” with every movement—but it didn’t.
The stretch was strange, unfamiliar, but he forced himself to relax.
As his body loosened, the Duke’s fingers sank deeper.
“Hah—?! Nngh—!”
“You’re quite deep already.”
A firm press against his prostate made his body jerk violently, a moan tearing free.
His vision blurred.
The relentless stimulation sent fire racing through him.
‘I was right not to run away!’
The protagonist really is different.
Though he trembled and curled into himself, inside, he was laughing—This is it!—as pleasure coiled hot in his gut.
Finally, he’d lose his virginity.
To think his first time would be with someone this handsome.
For a villain, this was too generous.
His mood lifted despite himself.
“Nngh…! S-Sob!”
“What’s going through that head of yours?”
Noticing Sylvian’s dazed expression, Zeroth added another finger.
The tight ring of muscle stretched taut, resisting before yielding under persistent pressure.
“You’ll take my cock well, won’t you?”
The teasing lilt in his voice was lost on Sylvian, who didn’t understand the words.
“…Hah—!”
A wave of sensation surged from his waist, forcing Sylvian to grip the pillow instead of pushing the Duke away.
“Hih! H-Hiiik!”
“Lovely. You’re doing well.”
That amused praise made his stomach clench.
His hole was opening too easily under the Duke’s fingers, and his face burned with shame.
He won’t think… this isn’t my first time, right?
But that fear vanished as a third finger stretched him wider.
His face paled.
“T-Too much…! S-Sob!”
When thick fingers breached past three, his stomach lurched.
He dry-heaved, but the Duke only kissed his cheek, murmuring, “You’re fine.”
Then—sharp teeth sank into his nipple.
“Aah—!”
“Hahaha!”
“Hng—!”
“Hurts more up here, doesn’t it?”
This man’s insane.
