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On that day as well, a snowstorm raged from morning to night. Michele spent his time meaninglessly gazing out the window.
Michele, who was unaccustomed to the North, easily succumbed to the cold. So, Ain would frequently prepare black tea for him. In order to accommodate Michele, who was unfamiliar with its puckery taste, Ain would even go as far as preparing jam using boiled raspberries and heaps of sugar. When the tea tasted too bitter, Michele would use a small spoon to scoop up a bit of jam and eat it.
Even as Michele idled his time away in such a manner, Ain was tirelessly at work. Michele simply watched him in silence. When Ain stopped working, he would rejoice, and when Ain resumed working, Michele would tire himself out and lie down on the bed, repeating the cycle. For some inexplicable reason, Michele couldn’t shake the feeling that Ain was purposefully showing disinterest in him, even though he was well aware of all of Michele’s thoughts. Well, it was probably just his imagination.
“Ain.”
In the end, Michele chose not to wait for a chance encounter and decided to approach him first.
“Let’s just say that, uh, either the husband or wife wants to do it… How would you go about this in the North?”
“They would do it right then and there. Because it’s a duty.”
Ain’s response shot straight through Michele’s heart, causing him to feel as though he’d been struck dumb.
“W-what if… the other person isn’t really in the mood? Like, maybe they aren’t feeling well on that particular day.”
“If it’s difficult for them to use their body, then they can simply use their hands or mouth.”
Ain, who had been arranging Michele’s clothes, halted his task and took a step closer.
“I don’t think I want to go that far to resolve it…”
“Desiring each other at any time, in any state—that is the true joy of a married couple.”
If Ain’s words mirrored the typical thoughts of a Northerner, did that mean Lord Sheleg shared the same sentiments as well?
“…Yes, I’m sure my master feels the same way.”
Michele hadn’t even said it out loud, so how did he know? Michele looked at Ain with surprised eyes, just like a rabbit. Ain simply laughed it off, offering no further explanations.
“Though I have yet to inform Sir Anatold about such matters, there are tools available to assist in such situations. If absolutely necessary, you can make use of such things. The crucial aspect here is to use them directly for the sake of your partner. Neglecting the unmet desires of a suffering partner does not reflect well on you as a spouse.”
Tools? Michele couldn’t grasp what he meant. However, he kept his questions to himself. He had a feeling that, given Ain’s personality, any further inquiries would likely result in practical, hands-on lessons.
“B-but! For nobles like us, even if we’re desperate to do it, heading straight to the bedroom might be tricky with so many eyes on us, you know? And I’ve heard that Lord Sheleg is rarely ever at the castle…”
“Is that what you’re concerned about?”
“Well, I’m not exactly concerned about it, but… I just felt a little curious since we’re already on the subject.”
“That’s why nobles often come up with secret codes that only they can understand.”
“…Codes?”
“Yes. For instance, a little something like this…”
Ain rested a finger on top of Michele’s hand, delicately scratching it with his nail.
“…Ah!” Michele let out an unintentional exclamation, startled by the unexpected touch.
“But it seems like using this code might startle Sir Anatold quite frequently.”
“…Yeah.” Michele nodded, covering the back of his hand with the other. There was no guarantee that he wouldn’t scream again if Lord Sheleg were to suddenly scratch the back of his hand like this in the future.
“Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to practice and come up with a code beforehand.”
A good practice partner just so happened to be right in front of Michele. Though Michele was still in the dark about Lord Sheleg, he did know a man who bore a close resemblance to his master.
“Then… how about this?”
Michele carefully squeezed Ain’s hand. Then, he interlocked their fingers together. Just like on their first night.
“If I do this, it means I want to hold you tonight… Something along those lines.”
You—the word felt like a spark, leaving Michele’s mouth dry.
“This should be subtle enough not to attract attention. Yes, I believe my master would like it as well.”
Michele looked at Ain, his face flushed. Ain was the type to offer praise regardless, saying “well done,” even if Michele chose a different method than interlocking their fingers. Because Michele was a noble, and Ain was a servant. Still, he couldn’t help but feel flattered. That was because…
“Sir Anatold?”
Even if he was just a stand-in, even if they were only meant to spend a month together in this space, with just the two of them—for the time being, this man was his bride. Even after a while had passed, Michele still didn’t release his grip on Ain’s hand.
“…Ah.”
He caught the quiet sound of Ain’s laughter as he belatedly realised the intent behind Michele’s actions. Michele’s face turned as red as an apple.
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Of Michele’s body, only his right hand, entwined with Ain’s, felt as though it had become an entirely separate being from himself. Like a sentient stone. He was frozen stiff, unable to move an inch. Michele’s fingers pressed into the spaces between Ain’s, their hands flush against each other, leaving no gap. Even the slightest movement caused him to squeeze Ain’s hand.
Michele’s breaths came quick and shallow. Then, he looked at Ain, like a person seeking help. Ain immediately knelt before him, burying his head between Michele’s legs.
“Ah…!”
As his trailing sleepwear was lifted up, goosebumps formed on Michele’s skin. Ain’s breath brushed against his thigh. Seemingly bothered by the black hair that covered his forehead, Ain used a hand to sweep it back. Michele squeezed his eyes shut, memories of what it felt like inside his mouth already coming back to him. And…
“—Ngh!”
A groan, containing hints of pain, escaped from Michele’s mouth.
“W-what are you doing?! Ain…!”
He had assumed that, naturally, Ain would put his cock in his mouth again. However, it was completely different from what he had expected. Even though he witnessed it with his very own eyes, he still couldn’t believe it.
The base of his cock had been tied with a string!
“What are you doing?!” Michele’s face paled. “Hurry and undo this!”
“That I cannot do.”
“H-how come…?”
“This is all for Sir Anatold’s sake.”
Michele’s hand, which had been reaching between his legs to loosen the string, suddenly froze.
“I was rather surprised when you pleasured yourself. Perhaps the reason for your overflowing passion is because you’re still young. That’s not all bad, of course, but it is true that it’s a cause for concern. If you continue to get excited easily, even after marrying my master, and are unable to restrain yourself and end up resolving things on your own when my master is away from the castle… That would be a problem, wouldn’t it?”
“But…!”
“Moreover, you must learn to hold yourself back if you want to become an exemplary husband who can satisfy his wife. Isn’t that right, Sir Anatold?” Ain continued to say, even as he kneeled before Michele’s cock.
“Satisfy…? I-I don’t know, something like that is…”
Michele looked down at the area between his legs, teary-eyed. Although he wasn’t fully erect yet, the pressure of being forcefully tied felt unpleasant. It was clear that any stimulation in this state would be agonising to the point of pain. Moreover, the string tied around Michele’s cock formed a skillfully crafted bow…
“If you really can’t hold it in anymore, I’ll undo it right away. Or, if you prefer, you can undo it yourself as well. I am but a humble servant, so I must obey the orders of those above me.”
“Agh…”
Michele chewed on his lip. Though he really did feel bothered right now, it wasn’t as if he didn’t understand what Ain meant. Even when they first slept together, Ain had mentioned that he was quick to climax, hadn’t he?
“…Alright. I’ll, I’ll hold it in.”
Michele pursed his lips and nodded. Seeing this, Ain’s eyes softened a little.
“Indeed, you are someone worthy of being loved.”
With his arm still wrapped around Michele’s waist, Ain tilted his head upward. Then, he kissed him. His long fingers brushed against Michele’s ear.
“A-Ain… ngh…”
The only change was the slight shift in angle, but as the kiss lengthened, with only their lips touching, Michele inadvertently parted his lips a little further. It was a kiss that he had repeated several times in his dreams. Michele’s mouth felt warmer than usual, as he had drunk some tea earlier. Perhaps that was why Ain’s tongue felt more alien than the first time they kissed. Far from feeling uncomfortable because of the fact that it was another’s tongue, a surge of electricity ran through the back of Michele’s neck.
“Ugh…!”
Unlike the initial surprise when their tongues first tangled, this time Michele clung onto Ain like a man suffering from thirst. It was to swallow his desire, which he couldn’t vent below, down his throat.
With each parting of their lips, wet sounds filled the room. If that sound could be translated into touch, then it would surely be the same as the ticklish sensation of Ain’s fingers against his ear. Before he even realised it, Michele leaned his body towards Ain, who was on his knees. When Ain tried to pull away, Michele boldly bit his lower lip. His hands tightly gripped Ain’s shoulders, as if telling him not to leave. However, Ain heartlessly pulled his head away.
“Ain…!”
Even after their lips had fully parted, Michele repeatedly leaned his head towards Ain. Ain led him over to the bed, coaxing him as he did so. Pushed down by an unknown force, Michele obediently laid on the bed. The entire process felt natural, like flowing water. The moment Michele attempted to sit back up again, Ain pushed his shoulder down and climbed onto the bed as well.
“Sir Anatold. Please… wait a moment.”
Ain climbed onto Michele’s stomach. Michele winced. Even the weighty sensation pressing down on his lower abdomen felt like a sort of stimulation. Ain slowly began to undress on top of him. Due to the nature of the North, where one had to fend off the cold, Ain was wearing several layers of clothing, each shirt having numerous buttons. Excessively so…
“Ain… Hurry…”
Michele tugged on his hems several times. However, Ain seemed uninterested in speeding up. Unable to bear it any longer, Michele grabbed Ain’s clothes. Pulling it hard enough to tear, a few buttons were torn off, accompanied by the sound of a riiip.
Michele had no idea he possessed such strength. Though, he also had to consider the fact that there was no way the clothing of a servant would be made of good material. Still not fully satisfied, however, Michele pulled down his pants as well. Ain’s clothes quickly became dishevelled.
“You have to hold it in, Sir Anatold.”
“But…”
While it might have only been a few minutes for Ain, Michele had been holding it in for a while. To be more specific, for a few days already. His cock was already stiff enough to poke against Ain’s thigh. He could afford to be relaxed at first, as he hadn’t been fully erect yet, but now the string of fabric strained against his cock, as if it were on the verge of bursting.
Ain lifted Michele’s upper body as he continued to pant. Unintentionally, he ended up in a position where he was sitting on top of Michele’s lap.
“A… Ain…”
Michele watched as Ain continued to move. The man, who was now naked, brought his and Michele’s cocks together and held them in one hand. No matter how large his hands were, it was still a challenge for him to hold both in one hand. However, it was enough to bring their cocks together.
Ain’s dick was larger and thicker than Michele’s. However, the one that was notably worked up and full of heat was Michele’s. Ain wrapped both hands around their touching cocks and began to slowly stroke them.
“N-no…!”
Michele shook his head. Though it was supposed to be a pleasant caress, at the moment, it was nothing more than torturous pain for Michele. However, contrary to his words, Michele was panting, his cock twitching in Ain’s grasp.
“Ain, stop… It hurts, I’m telling you it hurts…!”
Michele’s penis, which had been kept from climaxing, looked much redder than Ain’s. It continued to swell, with the area of release being blocked off. Ain had knitted his fingers together and rested them atop their erections, causing Michele to feel afflicted by the pressure applied to the prominent veins of his dick.
“Ah, ugh…!”
Unable to handle it, Michele covered his eyes with both hands. He’d bitten down on his lower lip hard enough for it to tear. Afraid that he might start to bleed, Michele covered his mouth with his hand.
“Ngh… ah…”
Soon enough, his breaths were confined between the spaces of his two hands. Ain’s firm chest came into view, peeking through his torn shirt, buttons ripped off. His nipples, hidden by his clothing, momentarily revealed themselves every time his movements intensified. Before he knew it, Michele’s green eyes began to search for the pale nipples, like a bewitched man. Michele blinked. His vision grew dim.
Michele impulsively buried his face in Ain’s chest. His scent stimulated Michele’s nose. The smell of someone other than himself, the smell of sweaty skin, free from any sort of perfume—Michele could feel his lower half burn up. No, the smell of skin was nothing more than an excuse. Every single part of Ain was stimulating to him right now.
“Haah, ah… Ugh, Sir Anatold…”
A moan, akin to a breath, escaped from Ain’s mouth. Michele sucked on Ain’s nipple, like a child, fiercely enough for it to produce noise. He was feeling bothered, and it made him want to swallow everything, even if it was just that. He wanted to bite his skin, to suck on his nipple. He wanted to squeeze him hard enough for him to burst within his grasp.
Michele reached a hand out and pulled Ain’s waist towards him. The space between the two narrowed by a large margin. They drew so near that Ain’s hands, clasped together, brushed against his stomach. Their cocks were pulled even closer than before.
Michele’s hand squeezed not only his waist but his entire body as well. From the back muscles near his shoulder bone to the hollow of his lower back, and from the firm muscles of his behind to his thighs. For the first time, Michele, who had always been docile, experienced such a thirst—a sensation bordering on madness.
…However, considering his robust physique, it seemed like it’d be okay to do whatever he pleased with him. Wasn’t that the reason Lord Sheleg sent this servant? A person whom a novice, who couldn’t even control their strength properly in bed, could squeeze as hard as they desired, enough to leave bruises. It was clear as day that Michele’s caress couldn’t have been anything other than painful, but Ain’s cock, rubbing against Michele’s, was slowly beginning to harden.
“Ain… Ain! I-I… right now, I…!”
Michele continued to heave ragged breaths into Ain’s chest.
“I can’t hold it in any longer…!”
There was a saying that pleasure was just a dilution of pain. It was something Michele came to learn from the first book he ever read in the North. It was almost the only phrase he remembered from the thousand-page book. He seemed to finally understand the meaning behind those words. It was painful. The fact that he was finally capable of touching and biting the body that made him spend restless nights just thinking of it in his dreams and imagination, yet unable to find release—it felt like a form of punishment.
“I understand, Sir Anatold… In that case…”
Ain pulled his hands away from his cock. The palms of his hands had been chafed red, perhaps due to the buckling of Michele’s hips under Ain’s touch.
“…Which hole do you prefer?”
Michele’s light green eyes widened.
“That… uh…”
Though pressed for time, Michele couldn’t help but stutter in response to the unexpected question. The inside of his mouth felt parched. Michele brought Ain’s head, which was positioned above his own, closer to him. Then, he whispered in his ear.
“…Alright.” Ain nodded. Michele grabbed Ain’s backside and spread it open, bringing himself closer to his entrance. Ain obediently lifted his body and assisted him, making it easier for Michele to insert himself inside him. A body that had already been prepared to be embraced by a man in advance, for his sake. After Michele came to learn Ain’s secret, regardless of the number of layers he wore, Ain only appeared bare to him.
“Ngh…!” Ain let out a low moan as the feverish cock pushed inside his entrance. The inner skin squeezed Michele’s glans. Michele, who was finally granted freedom, grabbed one end of the ribbon and pulled it, and all the patience he had built right until that moment was pulled free, as if it never existed in the first place.
“After you fully insert it… please cum inside me.”
“O-okay…”
Ain’s words had been spoken with worry. Michele obediently listened to him. However, the pain of having to hold himself back despite having nothing preventing him from climaxing, unlike before, when he was being kept from release by the ribbon, was on a whole different level.
Ain slowly lowered his hips. Even though Michele didn’t do a thing, his cock sank inside Ain. He could even feel the creases of his inner walls stretching to wrap around the erect penis of a man.
It felt as though it were taking a whole ten years to forcefully enter that warm and closed-off body. Ain’s body was as hard as stone. Even his inner walls felt firm, far too narrow for Michele to enter. It felt like he’d only injure his inner walls even more if something were to go wrong.
Michele barely managed to suppress the desire to grab Ain’s waist and thrust into him as he pleased. No matter how much he loosened himself up, he was still a man after all. It was clear that, were Michele to haphazardly thrust inside him to relieve his own desires, Ain would end up bleeding. Michele tried to endure it, worked up to the point of his eyes going misty.
After a long while had passed, Michele finally managed to fully enter inside him, Ain’s bottom touching his sac and hair. Michele found it difficult to endure any longer.
“Ain… I, ugh, want to, ngh, do it now…”
“Haa… What is it that you wish to do, Sir Anatold?”
“Ngh… inside you…”
“You want to cum inside me?”
“Ugh, ye… yeah…”
“You can’t just whisper like you did just now… You have to speak clearly in order to convey your intentions to the other party.”
“I-I… hngh, ugh… want to, cum inside you, Ain, every last drop…!”
Michele repeated the words Ain had taught him, again and again, tears gathering in his eyes. I want to spill all my seed inside you. I want to cum. He felt ashamed of himself for reacting to such vulgar words.
“Alright, since this is a hole reserved for Sir Anatold… Please use it to your heart’s content.”
“Ah, ngh…!”
Michele’s body trembled at the same time Ain finished speaking. Since he had been holding it in for so long, it didn’t come out all at once, but with time, an enormous amount of semen was poured into Ain’s body. Michele’s teeth chattered, overwhelmed by the sensation of losing control over himself.
“Hngh…!”
The corners of his eyes welled up with tears. He felt embarrassed, as if he had just urinated in public. Ain furrowed his brows, feeling the warm semen fill his lower stomach. Nevertheless, he supported Michele’s shoulders and neck, making sure he didn’t fall backward.
“Sir Anatold.”
“Ngh… yeah?”
“In the future, you’ll have to… insert it inside your wife, just like this. Do you understand?”
“Y-yeah…”
“A husband’s seed naturally belongs to his wife. It isn’t something you can deal with on your own.”
“Ah, yeah…”
“You held up very well today.”
“Mn…”
Ain’s hand stroked Michele’s cheek. Michele continued to nod, unaware of that fact. Perhaps it was because he was finally allowed to cum after having held it in for so long, but his mind was in a daze. Even then, his gaze settled on the area between Ain’s legs.
“Uh, Ain…”
“Yes, Sir Anatold?”
“Aren’t… you going to do it as well?”
Though he wasn’t able to take care of it sooner, having been too preoccupied, it was clear that Ain’s body was in an excited state as well. Ain wore a bitter smile.
“I’m alright. I’m nothing more than a servant, a substitute for my master.”
“T-that’s true, but…”
Michele felt that it was very regrettable. However, he couldn’t just step forward and touch Ain. This was just practice, after all.
“Uh, Ain… There’s something else I want to ask you.”
“Yes, please go ahead.”
“After I started practicing with you, it’s become difficult for me to contain my excitement…”
Ain, who had been covering the area between his legs with the hem of his clothes, looked at Michele.
“That… is because you’re overflowing with vitality. You can just embrace me. It wouldn’t be an issue even if we did it every day. No, rather, that’d be better in terms of practice.”
“And I keep thinking of you at night. What do I do about that? My body won’t listen to me… Is this normal?”
It was a question that Michele had been dying to ask over the past few days. A prolonged silence came from Ain, which was unlike his usual self, who would immediately respond whenever Michele asked a question.
“…It seems that may be because I’m your first partner. When you have your first night with my master, you will naturally start thinking of him instead.”
“……”
“So, please, don’t worry about such things and just focus on familiarising yourself with doing the act.”
Those words had clearly been spoken to put Michele’s mind at ease.
…But, for some reason, Michele felt a needless pang in his heart upon hearing them.
It felt as though the feelings he had thrown with all his might had fallen to the ground, unaccepted.
orcinus comments:
I feel like I’m fighting for my life every time I repeat that there’s an actual plot, it’s just that volume 1 barely grazes it… We’re about halfway through this volume right now, the pace should start picking up just a tiny bit more after this : )
Thanks for the chapter… This stroy is very strange… I am waiting for the plot development
Thanks for the chapter and the reminder about the fact that there is an actual plot. 😂 It’s definitely a weird story but I’m curious, especially about the reason behind the mind f*ckery and the mc’s character development.