If bad, why hot?

After the wedding, we returned to our room.

Nica: “You’ve really married me, there’s no escaping now.”

He smoothly led me to the bed, sat down while making lighthearted remarks, and I reached for his clothes.

Kate: “Do you want me to run away?”

Nica: “…Come on.”

I felt a little annoyed when he averted his gaze, so I replied with a teasing remark.

Kate: “He gave me such a wonderful proposal, so I decided I had to marry him.”

Kate: “Have you perhaps forgotten what you said?”

Nica never made irresponsible promises to make me happy, and it was the same way when he proposed.

But that day, Nica promised to love me forever, in his own words.

I was more than happy enough with just that, but…

After taking off his clothes, he put his arms around my back and loosened the ties of my dress.

Kate: “What was it again? ‘If my perle is there—’ ?”

With a mischievous smile, I stared back at him, longing to hear those words again.

Nica: “—I’ll shut up any mouth that’s saying unnecessary things.”

Kate: “Mmnnn.”

In the next moment, my lips were stolen and I was pushed down onto the bed.

My dress was forcibly pulled down, causing my breasts to spill out.

Kate: “Ghaah…Nica—Nngh!”

With my lips still being devoured, the peaks of my breasts were being teased, and a sweet sensation spread throughout my entire body.

Then Nica pulled away from my lips, with such force that I feared he might rip my dress, lifted it up—

Nica: “How long have you been wet here?”

Kate: “Aah!”

As he pressed his fingers against the center of my panties, I rubbed my legs together, feeling the honey-like arousal spreading.

Nica: “Did you maybe start getting turned on right in the middle of the ceremony? What a naughty girl~”

Kate: “No, wait, what!?”

My underwear was pulled aside, and something warm and moist slid into my entrance.

Startled, I sat up—Nica had buried his face between my legs and was eagerly lapping at me with his tongue.

Kate: “Haahh…Hnngh!”

Nica: “Kate, you’re overflowing here, like you’re trying to drown me.”

Just being teased shallowly inside by his tongue was enough to overwhelm me, but then he started sucking on the sensitive bud above it…

Kate: “Ghaaaah--!!”

The moment I finished, a finger slipped inside instead of his tongue—I was about to lose my mind.

Nica: “Haah…such a mess. Did it feel that good?”

As I writhed desperately, gripping the sheets, overwhelmed by the pleasure his fingers were giving me—he suddenly bit my inner thigh.

Kate: “Huah!?”

Unable to comprehend the sudden pain, I tensed my lower abdomen.

Because of that, his finger struck in just the right spot—and I reached my second climax surprisingly quickly.

(He bit me harder than usual…)

I was often bitten during sex, but the pain this time was incomparable to anything I’d experienced before.

While I was still reeling, Nica pressed his hot length against my overflowing entrance—

Kate: “Aaaagh!”

I was pierced with great force, and everything went white before my eyes.

But Nica didn’t seem to mind and started moving his hips and all I could do was cling to him.

Kate: “Whaa, so fast…!”

Nica: “I’ve been feeling really pent up because I couldn’t do anything due to wedding preparations.”

Nica: “Sorry, but I’m going to need to you to stay with me until the morning, so be prepared.”

The lewd, wet sounds echoed around the room and the throbbing sensation deep within my belly became unbearable.

But—

(I can’t look at his face.)

When I’m intimate with Nica, I like to see the messy, uncomposed look on his face.

(Because it makes me feel so good to see Nica so infatuated with me.)

But today, I just couldn’t look him in the eye, and every time our gazes met, I looked away, until he finally grabbed my cheeks.

Nica: “Why are you looking away? You love looking at my face when we’re doing things like this.”

Kate: “Uhmmm…!”

He bit me on my neck as I hesitated to speak, and then began to leave bite marks all over my body.

Nica: “If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll keep biting you.”

Kate: “I-It’s…It’s because it’s the first time since we got married.”

Kate: “I don’t know what kind of face to make when I look at you as my husband…!”

Nica stopped moving with a bewildered look on his face, blinked a few times, and then—he flashed a meltingly sweet smile.

Nica: “What, really? That’s cute.”

Kate: “Aaaah!!”

My insides were attacked more violently than before, and in an instant, everything went white.

When my entire body was covered in bite marks and red blooms, he frowned and grasped my hand tightly.

At that moment, I felt the sensation of the single ring that was on my finger—and a wave of euphoria washed over me from deep within my stomach.

(Ah…)

Nica exhaled, lifted our joined hands and nuzzled his cheek against my left hand.

Nica: “…I won’t say I’ll make you happy, and I probably never will.”

Nica: “But I can’t be happy anymore unless I’m with you. That’s why—”

With his other hand, he gently stroked the bite mark on my inner thigh.

Nica: “I’ll etch myself into this body. At the very least, I’ll show you that I’ll never leave you.”

Nica: “I’ll toy with you, swing you around, make a mess of you, and drag you down with me to the ultimate hell.”

Tears of joy spilled down my face. At seeing this, Nica smiled affectionately.

Kate: “Bring it on.”

When I replied, Nica gently kissed the ring on my finger and pulled me into a tight hug.

Nica: “Take good care of me, my perle.”

Until the day we see the dawn.