Marietta-hime no Konrei Chapter 18

After that, Belvant took a horrendously cold shower until his mind and body (and nethers) were properly cooled off. Returning from the bathroom once more, he found Marietta still sprawled across the sofa and gently lifted her in his arms.

“Oh… Sir Belvant.”

Cloudy, blue eyes gazed at him.

A tongue captivatingly peeked between moist lips.

He had only just chilled himself to the bone, and yet before he could so much as breathe, Belvant’s temperature was rocketing up.

After all, muscles generate a lot of heat.

Actually, no, that probably didn’t have much to do with the current situation, but still.

“She’s just a girl, a girl!” I kept thinking, and yet this person’s s.e.xual appeal recently is bewildering… Is it, maybe, my fault?

Belvant mobilized his rationality as he sat down on the sofa, placing Marietta on his lap. Marietta raised her eyes to his troubled face as he quietly combed through her smooth, golden hair.

“You alright? I’m sorry, I went too far.”

“That…”

Having the one she loved so close, looking at her with such tender eyes as he stroked her hair, Marietta gave a soft blush as she fidgeted about.

“I, when conferred any thing or act by Sir Belvant, will be happy no matter what it is. However, the way my mind went white just earlier was quite odd. I myself don’t quite understand what happened.”

Belvant’s affectionate eyes sparked.

What is this adorable young rabbit! Any thing or act, is it? You can say that even despite that ridiculous misconduct earlier? Is her wariness towards men just that lacking? Or is it… that she likes me so much that she’ll pardon anything? Ah, I want to pounce right on this tender, defenseless body; I want to taste her all over and gobble her up.”

Belvant’s inner beast of prey growled, but somehow or another his reason kept it in check.

“Marietta, how much do you know of the acts of married couples?”

Belvant asked, since it seemed as though she didn’t understand the small bud of an o.r.g.a.s.m she experienced before.

“Married couples?”

Her head tilted to the side, curiosity written across her face.

“Or, maybe, if I called them bedroom matters…”

Thereupon, Marietta replaced her curious look with an embarra.s.sed one.

“That… I am sorry, but despite our approaching marriage, I have not yet properly understood bedroom matters. From Sierra, I’ve learned that it consists of, in one bed, a couple disrobing, and, well, laying together, however… My insufficient study is truly inexcusable.”

No, hey, is that really the extent of it all?!

So I just groped and coaxed an o.r.g.a.s.m out of a clueless young lady! How am I not a terrible, perverted old man?

Despite his reflections, Belvant displayed the composure of an adult man and began instructing Marietta.

“Don’t apologize, leading one’s wife is also a husband’s role, right? Ah, Marietta, I suppose first on the discussion of bedroom matters is the thing from earlier. For women, that reaction is pretty generally expected, so you don’t have to worry about when your ‘mind went white’. Rather, for these matters, it’s the proper outcome, so we could maybe call you a rare talent, or, maybe natural disposition is the better term. Regardless what you call it, think of it as a happy thing.”

Hearing Belvant’s explanation, Marietta’s somewhat anxious expression lit right up.