Toxic Marriage - Chapter 14.1

Chapter 14.1

“It hurt so much because it was my first time… He only knew how to stick it in, he had no talent for being intimate…”

Stick it in? Being intimate…?

She seemed to be talking about sleeping together, but the maids’ scattered explanations made it impossible to comprehend a single mark.

After thinking about it, Freya called out to Risyr that day.

“I have a question for you, Risyr. What does it mean exactly for a man and a woman to sleep together? Have you ever done it?”

“Wh-what?”

Freya looked at Risyr, whose face was as red as a ripe tomato, and realized she had chosen the wrong person to ask this question.

But she had no other choice. If she asked a maid about such things, it would surely reach the teacher’s ears. At the very least, Risyr was the person she was most comfortable with asking this.

In the end, Risyr had to tell her about the things that happened between men and women, using his hands and feet as if he was embarrassed by something.

After her curiosity had been satisfied, Freya lost interest in the matter. She thought it was something too distant for her.

It was said that sleeping together was something done between married couples, but Tyrann had no plans to let her get married in the near future.

As such, Freya only had a vague idea of what happened during s*xual intercourse and had never experienced it herself in her life.

But this time, it was different. It was a s*xual desire that was clear enough for even the dullest woman to notice right away.

On the way back to her room, the cold air she felt between her legs where something had dripped down and dried made her blush on her own.

Even now, her face was burning when she thought about it.

What in the world was that? Could the devil make a woman lustful?

Freya thought about the situation she didn’t want to go through again for a long time. She should at least know what he had done to her so that she could find a way to avoid it.

Then, she had a hunch.

“Ah, don’t tell me…?”

The book said that when the energy of pure divine power and evilness meet, all the senses are maximized. And s*xual pleasure was among them.

So the Margrave might have deliberately leaked his power to let it clash with her own divine power.

Nevertheless, what she still couldn’t understand was that the senses were maximized in both directions, not just one way. In other words, if she was trembling with a s*xual desire she couldn’t handle, it meant that the other person would feel the same. But Freya didn’t sense that from him at all.

She was stuck in a maze again.

If the Margrave was going to play this trick on her every time he met her, she would have no choice but to do as he wanted. It was a bad sign.

‘He has probably noticed that I’ve been using tricks to buy some time.’

… Would he also notice if she ran away?

“If it’s not right, do you want to run away?”

He did say that, after all.

But Freya soon shook her head. If he wasn’t able to read people’s minds, he was probably just giving her a broad warning about her situation.

However, it seemed that the time had come to stop pretending to be sick. It was obvious that she had been faking it, so it was a good idea to abandon that plan quickly.

But still, if she were to recall a good moment, the veal she chewed without any dignity was insanely delicious.

It was something completely unimaginable to do while under Tyrann, who valued decency and etiquette. There was a pleasure in breaking the taboo.

But that was as far as it went.

“Risyr.”

Freya, who was smacking her lips, called out to Risyr.

Since she had to stop her first plan prematurely, they had to hurry and come up with another one.