Contract Marriage: Rewritten - Chapter 40
Chapter 40
Translator: Yonnee
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Indeed, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that nearly every man with power and wealth was always accompanied by a woman.
Some even flaunted their fondness for women so excessively that they brought several to banquets under the pretense of being their protégées.
Such scenes could be witnessed both in Priatra and in the empire.
There were men who hesitated, yes, but none who backed away once the opportunity arose. In fact, there were far too many cases where excessive lust had caused serious trouble.
Then why did Hyperion seem so troubled?
But Laniakea’s thoughts didn’t last long.
“……!”
With one forceful thrust, he pushed inside, spreading her open to the limit.
A searing pain climbed up her waist as she struggled to look down. What had seemed unbelievably large and thick when she first saw it—its tip had now entered her.
The sheer absurdity of the sight left Laniakea stunned.
Embarrassment felt like too luxurious an emotion for the moment.
All she could feel now was breath-stealing tension, pain, and confusion.
‘Only the tip is inside…’
She knew that for this act to end, she would have to take all of him.
And just thinking about that made her mind go blank.
It already felt unbearable. How could she possibly endure more?
Her breath hitched and climbed up her throat. The spreading pain brought tears to her eyes.
She couldn’t even remember the last time she cried from pain—it must have been a distant memory from early childhood. To think that at her age, she would cry again because of pain.
“Haa…”
Letting out a breath, Hyperion stopped moving for a moment. But she could tell it was only a pause to ready for deeper penetration.
Which meant she had to speak now.
That it hurt. That he should stop.
She didn’t know him well yet, but he seemed like someone who would keep his word.
She was about to say it…
But the man who had looked like he was about to plunge deeper at any moment suddenly stopped and looked at her.
When their eyes met, hers brimming with tears, Hyperion’s expression stiffened. He seemed to realize that she was in pain because of him.
“……”
A complicated expression passed over his face. It looked apologetic, yet at the same time, something unreadable—perhaps even a strange satisfaction.
Hyperion brought his face close to hers. He didn’t say sorry, nor did he ask her to endure a little longer.
Instead, he began to kiss her gently. On the forehead, on her cheek.
Even those faint touches held a deep warmth.
Leaving behind careful, gentle affection, he then took her hand, which was still gripping the bedsheet.
Between her aching fingers, his long, thick fingers interlaced with hers.
He held her hand tightly, like gnarled roots of an old tree, filling every gap.
Then, slowly, he applied pressure and released it, again and again.
Laniakea could feel his pounding pulse through their joined hands.
His heart was racing just as wildly as hers.
And somehow, their heartbeats began to fall into rhythm.
Her body, still aching, slowly started to grow used to the pain. Her breath began to return.
Even so, Laniakea remained afraid.
If it hurt more than this… would she really die?
He said he had waited for this moment.
But she still didn’t know who Hyperion truly was.
Should she trust him… or be wary of him?
Lost in that confusion, she felt Hyperion gently brush her fingers with his own.
Wondering what he was doing, she turned her head and saw what he was touching.
The ink stain.
Still faintly under her nail from before. He was softly rubbing it, as if to say he was sorry he couldn’t remove it completely.
At that, Laniakea took a deep breath and relaxed her body.
She didn’t know what would happen next.
But instinct told her. If this man was worrying over such a tiny mark, he would never do her harm.
So for now… all she could do was trust him.
And as her stiff body softened, Hyperion smiled.
Because he could tell she had given him permission to continue.
“Laniakea.”
It was a name no one had ever called with affection before.
To hear it spoken in such a sweet voice felt painfully unfamiliar.
“Laniakea.”
He whispered again, wrapping her in his arms.
And as she reached up to hold him around the neck…
Thwack! With a sharp sound, Hyperion thrust deeply into her.
And then—
“……!”
Her vision turned white, and Laniakea lost consciousness on the spot.
* * *
Much later, Laniakea slowly regained consciousness.
‘What happened? Did I just wake up from sleep…?’
As she blinked open her eyes and turned her head, she saw an unbelievable sight.
“How could Your Majesty embrace Her Majesty the Empress so recklessly, no matter how long you’ve waited!”
A stranger was glaring fiercely at Hyperion, raising his voice.
And Hyperion, in front of that person, had his head deeply bowed like a scolded puppy.
‘What a strange dream.’
Faced with this absurd scene, Laniakea decided this must be a dream and closed her eyes again.
She definitely needed a little more sleep.
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