I Had No Complaints About This Marriage - Chapter 49

Herman clicked his tongue lightly and then grasped Esina’s exposed left b****t. The soft flesh, like white dough, and the bud-like n****e stiffening atop it filled his palm, drawing a sweet sigh from the woman’s lips.

Hearing that, Herman found it hard to control himself. His chest swelled uncontrollably, his heart pounding like a reckless teenage boy, helplessly drawn to her.

The more it happened, the more Herman reminded himself aloud. He didn’t want to make a choice driven by emotion that could end this contractual relationship.

“Don’t forget the contract, Esina.”

“I… haven’t forgotten…….”

“Our agreement to respect each other’s private lives still stands. There’s no reason for personal feelings to interfere.”

“…….”

“This is nothing more than an act for the sake of having a child, free of personal feelings.”

The moment those words left his mouth, Esina’s eyes flinched and sank even deeper than before.

As if she were truly heartbroken and in pain. As if it pained her that her only purpose was to be used like this.

“…….”

While Herman froze, Esina genuinely felt troubled. It struck her that this wasn’t the time to simply indulge in affection.

‘What if I’m really infertile?’

And if Herman were to find out.

‘Could our married life… continue?’

For some reason, judging by his words, he seemed to desperately want a child from her.

As if having a child with his wife, not just a mistress, was some kind of romantic ideal for him.

‘What if I can’t meet your expectations?’

‘Then, will you want a wife who can bear your child?’

Suddenly, the renewed worry clouded Esina’s eyes even more. Only now did she feel the sting of possibly losing Herman.

‘Is this really okay?’

Watching her fret, Herman, too, began to grow restless inside.

“…….”

Isn’t it only natural for a couple to desire an heir? Earlier, he had even declared firmly that he wouldn’t accept anyone but Esina’s child. That was all he meant by it.

But her reaction seemed far more wounded than he expected, stirring a turbulent haze in Herman’s heart. True, he had meant to warn her not to expect anything, but…

This wasn’t the face he wanted to see.

He simply wanted to reaffirm what their relationship was built upon.

That it wasn’t shallow but rooted in a solid, unshakable contract—that she could never leave him, no matter what.

“Are you upset?”

Unconsciously, Herman softened his tone to soothe her. Esina flinched and looked up at him. Immediately, Herman’s hand began pressing firmly against her c**t.

“…Ah!”

Esina’s eyes quickly glazed over with pleasure. The worries that had briefly gripped her scattered and vanished under the overwhelming sensations flooding her body.

“Ah, ahhn, Herman…”

Herman moved his wrist roughly, stroking her c**t and mound swiftly and firmly. A few fingers pushed past the already soaked inner folds, wandering near her cervix. His other hand had already snaked around her waist, squeezing and pinching the hardened peaks of her b*****s. The bed was soon filled with ragged breaths and rising heat.

“Ha, Herman, Her…”

As if telling her to forget what he had said earlier, Herman didn’t stop his hands. Not satisfied with that, he marked her entire body with bruises and bites, steadily driving her toward climax.

Squelch.

Even as her dripping walls clenched in tiny spasms, his fingers never relented.

‘Right, anyway.’

She’s the wife who will bear his child, after all. There’s no need to upset her further here.

‘I’ll soothe her, and we’ll go back together.’

Herman pressed his lips over the woman’s eyelids again and again, licking away her tears. If needed, he was more than willing to comfort her.

‘So don’t cry.’

He shouldn’t make her cry or hurt her feelings anymore.

Even if he couldn’t outright say he loved her. Even if he feared their relationship might shatter from that confession—too terrified to even speak it aloud.

But as luck would have it, just as Herman thought this and loosened his cravat for the next act—

“…….”

A fragrance trapped between the undone fabric pierced sharply through the air. Not Esina’s sweet, soft scent—but a rather bold, intense perfume belonging to another woman.

‘That woman.’

It resembled the scent left behind by the waitress who had served him coffee earlier in the day, lingering with unspoken expectations.