Rebecca
His embrace was truly snug and warm.
The sweet scent of his body, seeping deep into her nostrils, eased the excessive tension from her limbs, and the beautiful voice that quietly resonated soothed her heart.
It felt exactly as if she had been nestled once more in the arms of the mother who had passed when she was small.
And so Rebecca, half of her own will and half against it, drifted off into a doze—forgetting the tension that she might be about to have her first experience, and every tangled thought that had still been crowding her head even then.
It was a remarkable thing.
Between the dark elf tendency to spend most of a lifetime in one's homeland and the assassins who would be hunting her life on party orders, Rebecca had not once slept comfortably since arriving here. Even when she did manage to fall asleep, she would usually jolt awake midway under the weight of every worry and stray thought. Each time, rather than lying in bed and coaxing sleep back, she would go to her workshop and bury herself in bomb-making—just to drive the noise from her mind.
And now, in the middle of all that, she had been handed a chance to sink into deep, dreamless sleep.
Her prospective mate—who might well spend a lifetime at her side—was waiting for the next step, but Rebecca did not want to let this opportunity slip away. She knew perfectly well that it was a thoroughly rude decision, one that would disappoint him. So, as compensation, she made a choice she had been putting off until now.
When I wake from this deep sleep, then I shall give you everything of mine. From a single strand of hair to a fragment of my soul—everything. So just this once. Just this once, please forgive me.
The moment she settled on that, the man holding her so warmly became unbearably precious. She truly wanted to do anything for him that she could. Even if he told her to throw away her pride and become a bitch in heat, she could have smiled and done it right then.
That was why.
"…"
"Mm∼"
Even though she had not properly heard what he said through the haze of sleep, she answered that she would do as he asked.
But after answering yet another question, she came to regret it.
"Hyaat!"
Something closed around her breast.
At the warm, ticklish, and somehow strangely sensual sensation, Rebecca let out a delicate scream she would never normally have made.
W-what is this?
Perhaps because she was still drunk on that sweet half-sleep, her thoughts would not turn properly. Taking advantage of the gap, whatever had seized her breast played with it however it liked—kneading hard, bouncing it from underneath, stretching it out.
"W-wait! That hurts! I said it hurts!"
Truthfully, it did not hurt much. Her pride ought to have been wounded, yet it was not. On the contrary, it felt extremely good, and she wanted more. The reason she still put on an act was—
W-when I touched them myself, it never felt this good… what on earth…
Kyung♡ Kyung♡
The strange pleasure that made her lower belly—her womb—vibrate with heat was so unfamiliar and stimulating that it was almost frightening, and—
Is it all right to feel this much from the very start?
—she worried that her prospective mate might dislike her for feeling so easily, like some worn-out whore, despite it being her first experience.
"Ah, I'm sorry. Rebecca's breasts feel so good to touch that I couldn't help myself…"
Fortunately he only sounded apologetic and regretful, without any distaste or aversion. Just as she was about to let herself relax—
"I ended up doing it the way I do with my other wives."
—words that were not fortunate at all followed.
Other wives. Other wives. Other wives.
The phrase he had spoken replayed endlessly inside her head. At the same time, the heat in her chest began to burn in an entirely different sense.
"What! You have other wives! Why are you only saying this now!"
Rebecca did exactly as her heart ordered. Like a maiden betrayed by her first love, she cried and raged and condemned him. It was an unsightly display. The greater fault lay with her for having seduced him, and they had not even properly consummated anything yet. His wives might have the right—but at the very least, Rebecca had no standing to condemn him. She knew that too.
But she could not stop. She hated him so much she simply could not stay still. That was how sincerely Rebecca wanted to marry him.
Why! Why did you get married before you met me! And you said you only just came of age! Yet you're already married! And to more than one person!
The more she thought about it, the hotter her temper ran. And yet this terrible man—
"Don't worry, Rebecca. Both of them said they like you a great deal."
—was pouring oil on the fire.
"Why are you talking as if it's a given that I'll enter as your concubine! I have absolutely no intention of doing that!"
It was something she spat out in anger, but it was not entirely without sincerity. She wanted to marry him, and if he asked she could even become a bitch for him—but entering his harem was another matter entirely. No matter how much she loved him, she did not want to become one trophy among many. Her pride would never allow that alone.
"I'm sorry, Rebecca. But I have no intention of letting you go. I'll make you my woman no matter what it takes."
His resolve was so clearly genuine that even without an elf's ears for discerning truth from lies, it was plain to feel. That was why—
"You—!"
—she could only get that single word out. His sincere determination made her heart tremble so hard that if she kept talking she might carelessly tell him to go ahead and do it.
D-dangerous.
The moment she confirmed his sincerity, another self began whispering from a corner of her heart—so what if she became a concubine? She tried to hide behind her pride and ignore it, but the whisper only grew clearer. Rebecca was certain that if she stayed pressed skin-to-skin with him like this, she would eventually give in to it.
Just as she was about to thrash free of him—
Crack! Crackle!
"Hwoook!"
—the pleasure from her breasts turned her mind pure white. Her whole body flailed of its own accord like a fish just hauled from the water.
"Oops. That was too strong for a virgin. Sorry, Rebecca. I'll lower the output a bit."
"What—what are you trying to—"
Crack!
"Haang♡"
Before she could even resist, her mind went white again. Even as vulgar moans leaked from her mouth, Rebecca could not stop them. Her body would not obey in the face of the supreme pleasure she was feeling for the first time in her life.
Crack! Squish—Crack! Squish—
"Ang♡ Haeng♡ Stooop♡ Stooop iit♡"
She tried pushing with her hands and thrashing her whole body, but it was useless. Because he had roughly pinned her with those strong arms? No—his two hands were still only caressing her breasts. And yet it was useless because—
No! I—I'm resisting with all my might! It's just that I can't put any strength into my body!
—her resistance was so weak there was no need to stop it. Her thrashing was nothing more than a female's coquettish tantrum, the kind that only stokes a man's lewd desire.
"S-stoop. Pleeease♡"
Under the continued, exquisite caresses, even her mouth finally came undone. Her tongue hung vulgarly outside her lips with no thought of going back in, and saliva leaked between them and ran down to her chin.
He, who until then had carefully caressed only her breasts and done nothing else, stuck out his tongue, licked up what had gathered at her chin, and then—
Chuu∼
—kissed her.
Her mouth, hanging foolishly open, was sealed completely by his, and his tongue entwined with the one that had been hanging so vulgarly limp.
Ah… my first kiss.
Though older in years, Rebecca had still been a virgin, and she had dreamed of it. A common first kiss—dressing up nicely with her first love, going on a wonderful date, then whispering love and kissing in a hotel with a spectacular night view. She had never wanted a forced, coercive first kiss like this.
And yet—
Why… why does it feel so good.
The kiss with him was far too sweet. Sweet enough that her dreamed ideal could go hang itself.
Paha∼
Just as Rebecca, thoroughly lost in the kiss, was rubbing her lips against his and trying to entwine her tongue with every last scrap of strength she had left—he stopped the kiss and forcibly pulled their lips apart. A sticky string of saliva stretched long before gravity won and it broke.
"Ah… why…"
A regretful sigh and a thirst-laden reproach leaked from Rebecca's mouth of their own accord. Her pride belatedly pointed it out; she paid it no mind at all.
Looking at her like that, he said,
"Seems Rebecca really likes kissing. Then come in as my concubine. I'll do it for you as much as you want every day."
"Th-that's…"
"Still putting on airs? How cheeky."
Crack! Crackle!
"Euang♡ S-stooop♡ Electricity is cheatiing—hwooook♡"
"What was that? Don't howl like a beast—speak properly."
Her pride stung by his words, Rebecca tried to resist by putting strength into her eyes instead of her limp mouth—but
Crack! Crackle!
"Ogoook!"
—as he squeezed her breasts like milking a cow while stimulating them with electricity, she could only howl as a female plunged into ecstasy.
A short while later, as she gasped for breath after who-knew-how-many climaxes—
Twitch. Twitch.
—she felt something about to come out from her lower body.
"Ah—nooo♡ Really stooop♡"
Her pride, which had been nearly dead, revived and lent her strength. Rebecca truly thrashed with everything she had.
But—
Grip!
"Rebecca, where do you think you're going?"
—he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight so she could not move. Then, smiling lewdly,
Slide… slide…
"The bathroom? Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
—he began groping the lower belly that was buzzing and throbbing. As if sensing what was about to happen, every hole attached to her lower body twitched and trembled. At the same time, the urge to urinate surged all at once.
"Doon't♡ Please doon't♡"
Rebecca desperately shook her head. She did not know that her actions only further stoked the male's desire.
He grinned and said,
"But I don't want to."
Crack! Crackle!
"Nngiit♡"
Byubunshu—