Toxic Marriage - Chapter 12.2

Chapter 12.2

She stared blankly at him before turning her gaze away. She felt that she was watching the food on Fenrir’s plate pitifully like a starving dog.

“I heard why you were cursed by my great-great-grandmother,” Freya said, looking away to forget her hunger. “Your mother got cursed for stealing an apple while she was pregnant with you.”

“…”

“It’s unfortunate, but don’t you think it’s too much for me? That I should be treated like this because I’m related to my great-great-grandmother, who I’ve never even met.”

She heard him put down the cutlery. Freya, who was trying not to look in that direction, inadvertently looked at him.

She was worried that she had offended him, but fortunately, there was no noticeable change in his expression.

“We’re both at fault.”

The voice he uttered as he wiped his mouth was smooth as if passing judgement on something insignificant.

“I was born the son of a poor woman, and you were born the descendant of that hypocrite. That is both your sin and mine.”

Freya was stunned. How could he possibly judge her sins? Something more important than ever was at stake here.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Why is that my sin…”

But just as she opened her mouth with a frown, a strange sensation struck Freya’s body.

She stopped talking mid-sentence and squinted.

The already strong smell of meat reaching her nostrils became even stronger and the salivary glands in her mouth became more active again.

She wasn’t just hungry. The sound of the window frame shaking slightly in the wind struck her ears unpleasantly. She also felt like she could see the face of the man in front of her much clearer than before.

Freya’s mind wavered as her senses became overly sensitive. The moment her eyes narrowed without mercy, her stomach growled.

Tap, tap, tap. As Fenrir slowly tapped on the table with his fingertips, Freya became too distracted to understand what was happening.

“Are you still not hungry?”

His voice sounded like he was testing her.

Fenrir, whom she could barely see through her frowning eyes, was smirking.

‘It must be this man’s doing.’

Freya didn’t know exactly what was stimulating her, but she sensed that Fenrir was mocking her as he did during their first meeting. She wondered if she should ask what he was doing or if she should just endure it silently because acting restless could provoke him further.

As the hot stimulation in her lower abdomen spread up her back, Freya lowered her head and curled her body.

Ahhh…

She felt like her body was on fire. The pulse in her lower abdomen grew stronger and caused her legs to tighten.

Freya lowered her head as the small stimulation caused a tingling sensation between her thighs.

“Hng…”

Her face turned bright red at the moan she let out without realizing it. She tried to close her mouth belatedly, but the margrave must have heard it.

The more she put up with it and squeezed her thighs together, the wetter her lower body became. She could tell that her underwear was soaked without even looking at it.

Tap, tap, tap.

Fenrir continued to tap on the table as if it were none of his business, even though there was a distressed woman in front of him.

Freya realized it then. He was urging her to answer whether she was still not hungry.

The feeling of wanting to endure this moment, because it seemed like she was losing to the margrave, didn’t last long.

As her wet lower body throbbed as if it wanted something, Freya forced herself to pick up the cutlery, squeezing it in her hands. The strange urge to do whatever he wanted without being able to control her body made her feel like she was in a daze.

“I…will…eat.”

“You must be hungry then.”

“…Ah, hng… Right! I’m hungry!”

Even as she answered, Freya’s voice faltered as the stimulation she felt in her lower body shook her even more.

Even after seeing her like that, Fenrir calmly pushed the plate forward.

“Here, you can eat.”

The sensation of hunger that had been hidden behind her insane s*xual desire slowly appeared.

There was no way she would have an appetite in this situation, but she felt that if she didn’t eat right away, this evil man would do not-so-good things. Above all, she couldn’t endure her impulsive body like this even for a minute.

Freya, her face flushed, stuffed the piece of meat in front of her into her mouth without even cutting it, chewing on it without dignity. It was rebellion for making her look like this, but the man just watched with a relaxed smile as if he didn’t care as much as she did.

Fenrir did not look away until she had completely emptied her plate.