I Had No Complaints About This Marriage - Chapter 51

She hoped so. Because she liked Herman. Because this diamond trash she had chosen herself still shone so brilliantly to her. So…

‘So just hold me.’

Esina was satisfied enough. In both her past and present life, she had never been more content than she was now—except for the fact that she couldn’t conceive a child. Everything was going exactly as she had expected, exactly as she wanted.

However, the foreplay that dragged on like torture felt especially exhausting today.

‘I thought he’d finally put it in by now.’

But suddenly, as if struck by another thought, Herman repeated the same conversation they’d had countless times before.

Don’t harbor any feelings for me. Don’t love me, and don’t expect love in return.

‘I told you I don’t.’

Honestly, Esina didn’t believe in love either. Love. Wasn’t that just a sweetly masked emotion that ended up betraying you?

There was no need to slap such a grandiose, fragile label on whatever this was. In fact, she’d rather not risk it breaking—just staying together a little longer was enough.

And right now, all she wanted from him was to hurry up and push inside, to end this unbearable act already. She wanted to finish and enjoy the afterglow.

She didn’t even notice the lingering scent of someone else’s perfume in the air. At most, she thought it stung her nose a little.

“Herman…”

Esina’s voice cracked. Between those broken sounds, the stiff peak of her c**t brushed against the slit of his glans.

“Tch!”

“Ah, ahhn…!”

Herman’s taut, beautiful body tensed. His jawline sharpened as his muscles flexed, veins bulging. Then, as if unable to hold back any longer, his thick length parted her slick flesh and pushed in.

“Ah—hng!”

Esina let out a long, satisfied cry. Herman still refused to meet her eyes, instead pressing her down as he thrust relentlessly. Thud! Each hard plunge made her body tremble, her walls clenching around him as if trying to devour him whole.

“Haah, ugh, nngh!”

“……”

Esina’s crimson hair splayed across the sheets like fallen flowers. Burying his face against the side of hers, Herman gritted his teeth against the tight heat and—without thinking—interlaced their fingers. Their chests pressed together, and he could feel her heart pounding wildly beneath. A bitter laugh escaped him.

‘Right. Maybe…’

Maybe Esina didn’t love him anymore.

If just moments ago, she had wanted to reject him that badly…

The thought sent a tearing pain through his chest.

Even though he was the one who refused to say I love you, afraid of ruining this arrangement—now he was the one agonizing over the possibility that she might not love him anymore…

‘Even so.’

If he could just get her pregnant, it would be fine. She’d accept it then. And if he poured everything he had into her, the mother of his child—

“That much should be… fine.”

It wasn’t a bad contractual marriage for Esina, was it?

Herman had no intention of letting Esina go. Their marital bond would never be broken.

“…Even if Esina never bears a child.”

Truthfully, Herman had already begun to suspect it. Months had passed, and he had taken her dozens of times—yet there was no news of pregnancy.

Perhaps it was his fault. Maybe he had carried contraceptive magic tools for too long.

If so, then a child would never come.

“But I don’t care.”

In fact, it might even be better this way. He could keep holding her, using the excuse of needing an heir—even if she refused, he could insist they still hadn’t conceived, keeping her by his side.

“Right.”

The two of them would remain forever as husband and wife, bound by an unbreakable contract. That, at least, was Herman’s consolation.

Herman interlaced his fingers with Esina’s and pressed his lips to her again and again—contrary to his earlier words telling her not to love him.

“We’re husband and wife, Esina.”

Forever.

As Herman reaffirmed this to himself, Esina beneath him cried out and spilled over in pursuit of pleasure. The worries she had harbored earlier were flung far away with just one thrust of the man’s hips.

Only the desire and pleasure he gave her overwhelmed Esina completely. All the while, his hand still cradled her head—as if to keep her from hurting herself in their collision.

It tickled at her heart, over and over, to the point where she couldn’t even remember the other trash who had treated her carelessly before.