The Night Was Incredibly Long
I knew it. A first night together wasn't going to end with something as simple as mixing bodies, biting and sucking with tongues, or groping breasts.
When I slid off the relatively loose pants, Werner's massive thing was revealed. No need to describe a man's equipment, but it seemed the size of a mage's staff was directly proportional to the size of his manhood. This bastard was seriously well-endowed.
It wasn't that I felt no guilt about embracing Glacia, who should have originally been Werner's. But since Werner had always been single-mindedly devoted to Media, maybe it was fine? She was the one he chose to pine after, so he could endure it with sheer spite and willpower. Unlike Werner, I had no interest in married women.
Both Media and Melissa were mothers, yet they remained peerlessly beautiful women with countless admirers. Still, I felt nothing. Embracing another man's wife? What kind of trash in this world would stoop so low? Any lowlife bastard who tried to claim another man's woman... the moment I met them, I'd fry them with lightning magic. Even if they died, it wouldn't be murder. It would be cleaning up filth.
In fact, Buddha, Jesus, and Confucius would probably praise me and bestow their blessings. With the protection of these three great sages on my side, what was there to fear? I was the destined agent tasked with eradicating NTR.
"...My husband, is something the matter?"
Ah, I'd gotten lost in thought and accidentally let my mind wander while looking at Glacia. These damn NTR lowlife bastards never do anything helpful for anyone's life.
"No, I was just a little nervous."
"Nervous?"
I traced her chin with my index finger, just as she had done to me earlier. Then I brought my face close, meeting her gaze. My reflection shimmered in her jewel-like crimson eyes. I smiled faintly and answered.
"In front of such a beauty... isn't it natural to be nervous?"
Answering a question with another question was extremely rude, but this wasn't a question meant to be answered. It was a question meant to make her blush, just like she had done.
Glacia began squirming in embarrassment.
"Even so, saying something like that..."
"If you're feeling shy, shall we stop here and go to sleep? Tomorrow is an important day, after all."
"No. Let's continue."
Even with her face flushed red, Glacia wanted to proceed with our first night. I didn't understand why she desired it so much, but as someone with the blood of both a Confucian scholar and an English gentleman flowing through me, I couldn't possibly ignore a lady's request.
I kissed her and moved my hand downward. I caressed her lower region, teased it, and lightly pinched her sensitive bud to arouse her. She seemed particularly sensitive there, trying to let out a moan, but my lips were already covering hers, preventing any real sound from escaping. Only when our lips parted slightly in the middle of the kiss did her brief cries slip out.
Strangely, those short, tantalizing moans excited me even more. As a result, my hand moved even more busily. Her short moans were practically giving me a speed buff. When it became a little hard to breathe and I pulled my lips away, a thick string of saliva connected us once again.
Whether it was from lack of breath or from being reduced to critical health by my speed-buffed hand attacks, she was breathing heavily. So this was why speed-related stats were so important in games.
"Shall we move on to the next stage?"
Glacia nodded shyly in response.
"...Yes, my husband. Let us take each other's virginity."
Honestly, hearing her call me husband with that bright red face was downright adorable. It was like a girl who wanted to take the lead but was too inexperienced to do so, so she settled for pretending. She couldn't seize physical dominance, so she was trying to claim verbal dominance instead... Was that it?
Well, I'd let her have that much. She was cute, after all.
"Then, as you wish."
I slowly pushed Werner's formidable weapon into Glacia's already soaking wet entrance. The pressure from her tight inner walls was no joke. The pleasure was like swimming in a warm ocean. As I gradually pushed deeper, a trickle of blood flowed down.
Just as Glacia had said, we had taken each other's virginity.
Glacia bit her thumb and let out a short, thick moan.
"Ah...!"
Then she raised both arms and cupped my cheeks.
"Hah... Now that we've taken each other's firsts... we're in a special relationship... hah... aren't we, my husband?"
At that moment, my reason whispered to me: Since the arrow had already been fired, I might as well do as I pleased.
I was a little afraid of the consequences, but I couldn't stop now. Unlike my earlier question, this one demanded an answer.
I began wracking my brain cells to find the golden correct response. Brain Cell A eventually delivered the perfect answer.
I stroked her cheek in return. An eye for an eye, after all. As I leaned down slightly, the motion pushed me even deeper inside her, drawing another moan from Glacia. I whispered softly into her ear.
"From the very first day we met, you have been a special existence to me."
Glacia's face turned an impossibly deep shade of red. For a second I worried she might turn into Guan Yu, but when her complexion gradually returned to normal, it seemed my concern had been unfounded. Still, seeing how much she liked it, it must have been the golden correct answer. Brain Cell A had done an excellent job.
"From the day we first met...?"
"Yes. From that day onward."
Suddenly she hugged me tightly and bit down on my shoulder. Of course, it wasn't a physical attack born of dislike. Overwhelmed with ecstasy, she'd embraced me, and the sensation had excited her so much that she ended up biting my shoulder.
As expected of the Vampire Queen's bloodline, even her bite brought me pleasure. It didn't sting. Instead, it felt like a sweet stimulus spreading outward from my shoulder. It was addictive. Was this the reason people fell into becoming a vampire's thrall? If so, I could understand it a little. If I could keep feeling this pleasure, I wouldn't mind becoming one myself.
But I wouldn't tell her that. If I did, Glacia would immediately turn me into her thrall without hesitation.
As we continued moving together, Glacia's teeth repeatedly released and bit down on my shoulder. The intermittent waves of pleasure wrapped around my entire body, growing even stronger. And the lewd moans that escaped her from time to time only heightened my arousal.
What use were tonics? This was the ultimate medicine that breathed vitality into the body. We kept repeating the act until my essence gathered at the tip. Sensing that the climax of our first night was approaching, I whispered into her ear.
"Is it alright... to finish inside?"
She pulled her mouth away from my shoulder and answered. Her face, covered in saliva, didn't look messy at all. Instead, it looked lewd and adorable.
"Hah... Today is a safe day, so it's fine... So... ngh... inside..."
I didn't need to hear the rest to know exactly what she wanted. Refusing a lady's request would go against chivalry. As someone who devoutly believed in the code of chivalry, I could not refuse Glacia's plea.
We continued exchanging pleasure in that manner, and eventually, I released the essence that had gathered in my lower body deep inside Glacia. An overwhelming wave of ecstasy crashed over me like a tidal wave. The overflowing fluid trickled down and slightly soaked the bed.
"With this... your first time belongs to me."
"It does, doesn't it?"
In response to her words, I kissed her again, our tongues intertwining. I don't remember much of what happened after that. After our prolonged lovemaking, we both fell into a deep sleep as if we'd fainted.
A faint headache woke me. When I opened my eyes, there was no one beside me. Thinking I'd had a lewd dream last night, I lifted the blanket and realized it hadn't been a dream at all.
The moment I sensed that this wasn't a "fucked-up dream ending" but a plain old "fucked-up ending," I wanted to tear my hair out.
"You son of a..."
The guy who went to say goodbye ended up embracing the woman instead? Yesterday's me was definitely a sex-crazed monkey bastard. If yesterday's me were standing in front of me right now, I'd have smashed a falcon punch straight into his jaw.
My rational mind whispered to me: You were all too happy to embrace her when it felt good, but now you're throwing a fit all by yourself. Was this why people who spoke the truth were always hated?
At that moment, the door opened and Glacia entered, dressed in her usual neat uniform. She looked so prim and proper that it was hard to imagine her in the lewd state she'd been in yesterday.
Glacia extended her hand toward me and said,
"It's almost time to head to the ceremony hall, my husband."
I was truly, utterly fucked.