Chapter 13

Second method. Recognized as the Duke’s Wife (6)

How old is the Duke this year? When Merilyn married, I heard at first glance that the Duke was two years older than us. So maybe twenty-two this year? He was young. The Duke swallowed dryly.

“Oh, you don’t have to force yourself. Well, there’s a successor.”

“Carl. Your son’s name, Carlos.”

It was so heartless to call such a pretty son a successor. When I said Carl’s name, his eyes went blank for a moment. He corrected his explanation with a look of who it was. I’m so dumbfounded.

“Yes, there’s Carl… In any case, I asked for a joint statement because I needed to build up your prestige. You don’t have to force yourself.”

He said it over and over again. I didn’t want to have sex right now, but I was a little moved by the Duke’s innocent eyelashes and shyness with a handsome face.

Thinking whether to do it or not, I measured the Duke. He looked handsome, big, and fit. I don’t know the size of it, and somehow I thought I wouldn’t be able fit it.

He glanced at me while I measured him silently. He looked as if he was pretending not to, but he seemed quite eager to do it. So I asked myself if I could do it right away. Nevertheless, he waited calmly for my answer.

Since we are married, it would be good to check if we have a good chemistry. Rationalizing myself, I said yes to the Duke, who was burning.

“Do it.”

“Yes, yes!”

The Duke nodded at my words. His body fluttered up, his hips lifted up and then sat down again. Then, he touched the knot of his clothes and touched his hair, and it was busy. Looking at him, he looked like he didn’t know what to do.

“Take off your clothes and come up to bed.”

I smiled, reversing the orders he had given me. The Duke raised himself up and I lay straight on the bed, watching the long tall rise. The Duke undressed silently and revealed his body. I could tell from his tight clothes that he was in good shape, but his naked body was pretty, really pretty. Muscular shoulders were wide and firm, and the chest was quite thick below them. How do you know that I like a man with a big chest?

Unlike the thick chest, the waist was quite sleek because the abs were tightly wrapped. The Duke, who had a perfect inverted triangular body, calmly took off his bottom. It was also worth seeing his long thighs, which were deeply slanted from the flat abdomen and thickly muscular, but wow, falling between those thighs revealed that his masculinity was not normal.

No, wow, my God. If the Duke was born and modeled in modern times, or if he had been a trainer, he would have made a huge profit. Wouldn’t his modeling fees go through the roof when he sometimes goes to art school as a nude croquis model? Maybe he’s reluctant because he’s too perfect. If he had lived in Greek times, his body would have been carved into models of the bodies of many gods. His body looked as strong as the god of war.

The Duke climbed onto the bed somewhat awkwardly with a body that could stand confidently anywhere. I could read shyness in his gesture. However, the next move was quick. The Duke sat on my body, lying down. As he put his nose to the back of my neck and breathed in, his large chest swelled and touched my body.

What are you doing now, I followed with my eyes where the Duke’s hands went. One hand was supporting my weight by my head, and the other… He was smelling my body and rubbing his p*nis with his hands. What is this…? Because he’s a Duke, does he need to satisfy his needs first? I carefully swept his shoulders with my hand, and gently swept his chest with self-interest. The Duke looked up, trembling.

“Why?”

Asked the Duke, with a slightly nervous face. Why? Why? Do women need a reason to touch a man’s body while having sex? I was a little flustered. Don’t couples touch each other when they’re in a relationship?

I don’t know until I hear something. I had a secretly spent time with my fiancé, but I didn’t know anything about how the couple’s relationship was done on the bed. I shook my head and lowered my hands calmly, fearing that I might appear to be too obscene by this world standard. The Duke began to move again when he put his hands neatly on the p*nis.

I glanced down and looked at what he was doing, and he was pressing down on the hard swollen genitals. In an overly ignorant way, I pushed the Duke’s shoulders with both hands. Aiyo, I was supposed to be the Young Lady, but I had no intention of shoving such a big thing into me without being caressed.

In terms of size, it was a Duke that wouldn’t be pushed by me at all, but he naturally bit himself by my touch. The shadow fell on the Duke’s face as if he were kneeling, looking very gloomy.

“Duke, no, Gellerhard.”

He nodded when I called his name. Yeah, name calling is a basic premise for intimate relationships. I raised my lying upper body and faced him. Mysterious purple eyes looked deeper because of the dark interior.

“Do you hate touching a girl’s body?”

The Duke shook his head.

“What about me touching your body? Do you hate it?”

He seemed to think for a moment and shook his head again this time. It felt like one of the basic premises of sex was established. So what should we do now, looking at the Duke’s appearance, we’ll put it in, we’ll wrap it up. I didn’t seem to know anything else.

“All right, lie down.”

I heard the Duke trying to lay me down. I said, pushing the Duke’s shoulder slightly.

“You, lie on your back.”

The Duke obeyed me more calmly than I thought he would. He lay on his back and I got on his belly, though there was a hint of bewilderment. The texture of the hard abs felt under the hips was unique.

The Duke looked very awkward with someone above him. Seeing the awkward face, I struggled with my hair behind my ears. I laid it down, but now what do I do….