Chapter 4
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The wedding was magnificent. It didn’t look hastily prepared at all.
White flowers spilled from the sky, and girls in pure white dresses sang.
Leoni wore a wedding gown with a long train trailing behind her. Her veil, reaching down to her thighs, flowed like a silver river in daylight.
In white ceremonial wear, waiting to take her hand, Marquis Rockwood’s heart thumped so loudly he could hardly control it. At last, as she approached the altar and gently placed her hand in his, his heart felt like it would burst—and his face flushed. Even the priest’s long blessing and the drawn-out ceremony felt like they were celebrating their future.
Though he’d never regretted living as a man, he had never felt more thankful than today that he chose to live as one. Otherwise, he could never have walked into the wedding hall holding Leoni’s hand with such pride.
Only one thing worried him: when her veil was lifted, Leoni’s face looked a little sad, as if weighed down by melancholy.
He didn’t dwell on it. Married women leave the home they love and their parents’ arms. Many women cry throughout the ceremony. He would comfort her. No meddling relatives, so if she wished, Leoni could live freely and comfortably. She could visit the palace anytime. Beyond sharing a bedroom, nothing would change.
In truth, Rockwood couldn’t concentrate on her melancholy. Tonight was the first night.
The day she’d finally given permission had come. Just thinking of it made his lower belly ache deep inside. If Leoni knew, she’d call him vulgar, but seeing her in that pristine white wedding dress made him desperate to soil it—and at the same time, to protect and keep it pure, forever.
Impatiently waiting, barely attending the reception, she headed straight to the bridal chamber.
Many aristocrats separate bedrooms for themselves and their wives—sometimes even separate wings—but Rockwood did not. Leoni’s room was directly next to his. The doors and hallway faced opposite directions, so you wouldn’t notice they were adjacent, but they were secretly connected by an unlocked door designed like a hidden passage: twist a candlestick and a mirror would swivel open—romantic.
He made sure their rooms didn’t outwardly appear side by side—he didn’t want it to seem too controlling. But the truth was he wanted to lock her in.
His steps felt like wind as he approached the bridal chamber.
Midway down the hall, he dismissed the maid carrying a lamp. All servants had been sent away. The housekeeper who oversaw the women, and the lady’s maid who managed comings and goings—none were allowed near the bridal chamber tonight, or ever after.
With a trembling heart, he opened the door. From the distance came the din of the garden’s celebration, but the room was hushed. Candles in translucent glass gave off a soft light.
Leoni sat in the center of the bed, wearing a simple white silk slip and still veiled. Her full b*****s rose and fell with anxious breaths.
Rockwood didn’t want to frighten her, so he approached slowly. Lifting the veil, Leoni, blush deepened, raised her face. He brought his lips to hers and whispered,
“I’ll make you happy.”
“Richelle.”
“Don’t be afraid. Entrust everything to me.”
She resolved to make Leoni unable to sleep without her from tonight on.
As he moved to untie the ribbon at the center of Leoni’s slip, she gripped his wrist, trembling.
“Richelle, um, I…….”
“This marriage can’t be undone now. It doesn’t matter if you change your mind, Leoni. You belong to me.”
He said that, and gently lowered her to the bed. Untying the ribbon, two heart-shaped b*****s popped free. Rockwood grasped one in one hand and stroked her shape with the other. He couldn’t hide his excitement—just the thought that tonight he truly claimed her made his soaked g***n drip again.
Leoni panted like she was frightened, pleading,
“Wait, Richelle. I still have something to say.”
“Do you think I can wait any longer? I’ve waited enough.”
He said it, then roughly sucked on her b****t. Leoni bit her hand and twisted.
“Mgh. Ah, Richelle, w-wait a moment. Aah—!”
Her body, accustomed to his touch, moaned in pleasure from just sucking. Even her weak resistance made Rockwood more excited as he sucked at her rosy n****e.
“Nghh!”
Feeling like she’d had a small climax, Leoni trembled and went limp. Rockwood’s tongue soaked her silk nightdress as he drifted down to her navel—but then he stopped.
There it was.
Something he shouldn’t have discovered—a silhouette under her thin nightgown.
“……Leoni?”
“So, a rubber prosthetic……”
Impossible—why would Leoni need that? He gasped and went to lift her nightgown—but she half-screamed and tried to scramble away. Rockwood held her wrist down and pinned her underneath him. She soon gave in.
He pulled up her gown: she wore no undergarment. Her thighs, glistening beautiful and white, were drenched with arousal.
Behind faint pubic hair, her lips parted shyly.
And on top of it, there it was. That thing, flushed a pale pink.
The marquis dumbly stared at it, then at Leoni, then back again. What was attached where a c******s should’ve been was… big. Even bigger than any man’s the marquis had ever seen.
“……Leoni?”
“I’m sorry. It’s horrible, right? I’m sorry I lied. I should’ve told you before we got married.”
Leoni tried to sit up. Her face was drenched in tears. She turned away from the marquis and rose, as if to flee.
Startled but wise enough to know not to let her go now, the marquis moved quickly. If not now, neither thought nor conversation would ever happen again.
She pulled Leoni’s waist back down onto the bed and pinned her arms. Leoni struggled.
“Let go of me!”
“W-Wait! I can’t think straight right now!”
Using her knee to pin down Leoni’s thigh, the marquis held her firm. Leoni squirmed with all her strength but couldn’t overpower her.
Still wrapped tightly in her arms, the marquis pressed her lips to Leoni’s. It was to shut her up before she could wail or scream, but she ended up getting terribly aroused. God. Leoni’s body was so sweet, and even with that thing between her legs, it didn’t change a thing.
She grabbed her waist, squeezed her b****t with one hand, and forced another kiss. Leoni gasped, trying to escape, but lacked the strength to resist for long. The marquis pressed her g***n against Leoni’s soft, pale thighs. Wet slickness seeped out.
“Hold still, Leoni. Do you hate me?”
“Stop. I know how disgusting this is—uh, nngh!”
As if.
The marquis decided she would have her first and then talk.
As their tongues tangled, she slid a hand down to Leoni’s crotch. Leoni stilled, breath hitching. The thin slip would be easy enough to tear. Her fingers found what lay between her legs.
Everything was just as she had dreamed. Delicately soft, pale skin, supple thighs, perfectly shaped round b******s. Pressing down with her palm, she spread Leoni’s legs and touched the slick slit between them.
She pushed her fingers into the wet heat. Leoni’s body tensed.
“Does it hurt?”
“Richelle, Richelle, ah!”
It was so wet, it couldn’t hurt that much. The marquis buried her middle finger deep inside the body she’d fantasized about endlessly. As she moved, fluids spilled over, and Leoni writhed. It was tight and narrow, velvet-like in texture. The thing pressed against her skin had grown even larger.
“Ah, nngh~~.”
She restrained Leoni, kissed her lips, and moved her finger. Leoni panted. Inside grew softer, opening deeper.
By then, all resistance faded. The marquis easily pushed up the slip. Then she lowered her head, staring at the entrance clenching her fingers and the pink flesh above it.
“Leoni.”
She looked up, tear-streaked and gasping. The marquis didn’t remove her fingers but rubbed the flushed flesh with her palm soaked in juices.
Leoni bit her lip. She didn’t want to make a sound.
“This is what you were hiding?”
“……I’m sorry. I did wrong.”
She turned her head and sobbed quietly.
“No, I was surprised but…….”
The marquis, at a loss, murmured and kissed her cheek, licking the tears. She hadn’t meant to make her cry.
Sure, she was shocked. Maybe pushing her away would be the normal response.
But how could she, when Leoni was this lovely? Even her crying face was heartbreakingly beautiful.
To her own surprise, there was no disgust. Maybe because even though Leoni’s thing was big, it was pale and sweet in shape. And below it was still everything the marquis had ever wanted.
‘Neil Rockwood, I’ll kill you one day.’
He could’ve just told her everything from the start.
Then again, Neil hadn’t been wrong. No way anything between the marquis’s legs could compare to what she now felt pressed against her g***n, burning with need. Especially if it could give her a child.
“This thing…… can it be used?”
“……Richelle?”
“Can it make babies?”
Leoni’s face flushed red.
Well, even if it couldn’t, it wasn’t like she was losing anything.
The marquis stood and took off her pants. Leoni looked up at her in shock.
“Even your fingers were insanely good…….”
“Ri-Richelle!”
The marquis spread her legs. Unlike Leoni’s, hers was black, mismatched, and not particularly pretty, but now she didn’t care. They were both flawed.
She gently gripped Leoni’s c**k. Leoni curled up, moaning helplessly. It was hard. But it proved she loved her.
“This might only be for tonight. I’m more interested in wrecking this than playing with that.”
“Ha, nngh~!”
Sliding her fingers between slick folds, the marquis stirred her insides. Leoni twisted helplessly.
Damn it, I should’ve had this.
The marquis thought as she held the flesh.
But tonight was their wedding night.
Thinking that, she climbed atop Leoni. The thought of having a child with her—what a beautiful echo. Though the desire to leave her own mark inside Leoni was stronger. Oh, if only she could impregnate her. But having Leoni bear her child would be wonderful too.
It was also the marquis’s first time taking something like this inside her. Her p***y was drenched, dripping, but still—this would be a stretch.
As she straddled Leoni, Leoni looked up at her, stunned. The marquis chuckled.
“It’s our wedding night.”
“Ah, but…….”
“Is it weird that I want to give you my first time?”
“No, but…….”
“Do you hate it?”
“No! That’s not~~aah!”
A gasp escaped Leoni. The marquis, using force, took the c**k inside her in one go.
“Ha~a, nngh, Richelle, you can’t—!”
“Mmm~”
It hurt. If Leoni hadn’t been sobbing, she might not have done this.
But it was already done. And it didn’t feel bad. The stretch inside her came with discomfort and pain, but kissing Leoni and holding her fulfilled something her body had longed for.
Leoni stared up at her, terrified. The marquis laughed. The tremble of her body ached between her legs. Leoni’s face twisted in pleasure.
“Richelle.”
What would others think, seeing this? But who cared? This was their bedroom. If she wasn’t a woman with a c**k tormenting Leoni, she’d still be seen as abnormal.
“Ri-Richelle, ah, aaah!”
She hadn’t even moved, and Leoni climaxed. Warmth spread inside her. Richelle let out a breathy laugh seeing her frozen, gasping, eyes squeezed shut. Not so far from what she originally wanted to see.
Carefully, she shifted to keep them joined. Lying to the side, she pulled Leoni on top. Her pale body melted like pudding over the marquis.
“Richelle…… ha, aah!”
As she parted the soaked, slick flesh and rubbed with her fingers, Leoni writhed, unable to keep still. But she couldn’t resist.
The marquis thrust her fingers deep, exploring the soft, sweet insides. She bit at Leoni’s parted lips, licking her palate as she moaned and trembled. Inside her, the c**k swelled.
“Now let’s really do it. Didn’t you want to make me happy?”
“B-but…… this isn’t what you wanted, Richelle…….”
“Don’t worry. I’m getting everything I want.”
With that, she began moving the fingers inside Leoni.
“Kyah, aaah, ah! Mm, Nngh~~!”
Probing, stretching her out. Leoni was incredibly sensitive, her body burning hot after a month of teasing. Each thrust made her clench, lifting her hips uncontrollably.
Every time, the thing inside Richelle poked deeper. She gasped, feeling it grow. Not bad at all.
Leoni whimpered, overwhelmed by pleasure from both sides.
“Richelle, hngg~, Richelle, ah, aaah!”
Frustrated by the lack of hands, the marquis bit her b****t. As she licked and teased the n****e, Leoni convulsed, another wave of heat flooding inside.
Richelle slowly rolled over, keeping Leoni in her arms, and pulled out the softened c**k. She kissed her lips again and again, then embraced her. Leoni weakly wrapped her arms around the marquis’s neck and asked in a hoarse voice:
“……Will you forgive me?”
“No.”
At that, her blue eyes instantly welled up. The marquis chuckled.
“You tormented me for a whole month. Don’t expect forgiveness so easily.”
“What? Ah!”
The marquis’s s*x pressed between her thighs. She grabbed Leoni’s b*****s and whispered:
“From the start, I had no plans to forgive you until you begged me to stop.”
“Kyaa!”
Dragged down and crushed under her body, Leoni screamed.
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