Contract Marriage: Rewritten - Chapter 38

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Chapter 38

Translator: Yonnee

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Holding her chin lightly with one hand, he gently brushed her lips with his thumb.

The light touch tickled, and Laniakea flinched several times.

She thought maybe he’d pull away if she reacted like this. But instead, Hyperion’s touch only deepened.

Then, pressure built in the fingers that had been caressing her. It wasn’t rough, but caught off guard, Laniakea parted her lips slightly without meaning to.

In that moment, after briefly gazing at her lips, Hyperion leaned down and captured her lips in a sudden, consuming kiss.

“Mmh!”

With her lips and breath taken all at once, Laniakea startled and struggled slightly.

But with his hands gripping her shoulders and his lips remaining firm against hers, Hyperion’s weight gently pushed her down onto the bed.

It was her first kiss in her life, but Laniakea could tell—neither she nor Hyperion was experienced in this.

Their noses kept bumping. She felt short of breath. Their teeth clashed, and it stung a little.

In a book she’d once secretly read as a child, it had said that when two people kissed, it felt like bells rang in your head and you were transported to another world in ecstasy. But there was nothing like that here.

Still…

‘…It’s not bad.’

This was the first time she had ever exchanged fluids with someone else. She had worried that it might be unpleasant, or that Hyperion might find it uncomfortable too.

But now, tangled together like this, it didn’t feel bad at all.

The thought that flickered through her mind was only that it would be even better if they both knew what they were doing.

But even that thought didn’t last long.

When Laniakea’s breath rose all the way to her throat, Hyperion finally pulled away.

Rising to his feet, he removed the rest of his clothing.

Thud. As he tossed his clothes aside carelessly, Laniakea slowly turned her head.

With Hyperion standing against the lamp, his body appeared as a massive shadow. At first, she didn’t realize he was completely nude.

But as her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, Laniakea sensed that something was wrong.

It wasn’t that Hyperion had changed just because he was naked. His lightly heaving breath, his chest she couldn’t tear her eyes away from earlier, and now the clearly defined abdominal muscles—those were all the same.

The problem came after that.

She wasn’t ignorant of what lay beneath. Over the past few days, she had glanced at statues throughout the palace in an effort to mentally prepare.

So she thought even if she saw his, it would just feel unfamiliar, not shocking.

But—

“Gasp!”

Looking at what lay below his waist, Laniakea reflexively covered her mouth with both hands.

‘What… is that?’

Hyperion was tall. His frame surpassed even most knights, and his hands were so big and long that she had once wondered if her whole head could fit in one.

So even if the rest of his body was large, it shouldn’t have been surprising.

But.

“Uh…”

Laniakea couldn’t say a word, her eyes fixed on him.

It was big.

Even more than she had imagined.

The moment she saw it, fear hit her.

‘That’s… going to go inside me?’

Absurd. Impossible. She’s definitely going to die.

Of course, she’d never heard of anyone dying from doing that, but Laniakea was certain. She might become the first empress to die after spending a night with the emperor.

While she remained frozen, Hyperion climbed on top of her. Nestled between her knees, he naturally parted her legs and positioned himself between them.

Cold air brushed against the insides of her trembling thighs. Before she could even process that chill, something touched between her legs.

The blunt tip.

The moment she felt it, Laniakea sucked in a breath.

He really was going to enter her.

She had to stop him. Tell him this was too much, that they needed to think more carefully before sleeping together.

She was about to say so… but then.

“Laniakea.”

His low voice, laced with shallow breath, called her name. As the tickling sound brushed her ear and made her flinch, he whispered,

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this night.”