Chapter 61 The Bride
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
He reached for Ashley’s unresisting body where she lay across the sheets. His fingertips glided from the faint sheen of sweat along her throat to the soft curve of her lips, and her brows drew together in aching need. Those emerald eyes, glistening with unshed tears, slid toward him in silent plea.
Every brush of skin over her flushed flesh made her sprawled limbs tremble. From her peach-soft mouth spilled short, breathless cries laced with heated sighs. It was the same caress he always gave his servant, yet tonight the scent rising from her skin carried a richer, more intoxicating bloom.
”Ashley,” he murmured, voice low, “you’re burning up. Hotter than usual—like you’re begging for me.”
She puffed her cheeks in a petulant scowl, the picture of defiance that stripped away every ounce of her practiced poise. “Hmph! You’re just as bad, Yuuri♡ Your heat is so fierce it’s leaving me light-headed♡”
That expression hurled him back to the untamed girl he’d known years before—a mask she now let fall, with no witnesses but him and bliss softening her thoughts. He couldn’t fault her for burying that first crush. For the past month their intimacy had felt like obligation, a craft to perfect rather than love. Even while playing the devoted partner, she had restrained herself for the sake of the other girls in their shared home.
He chuckled. “That tone—I haven’t heard it in ages. I thought you were pure elegance at first, then you let the mask slip and nearly stopped my heart.”
”Oh no… ah! Stop♡ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be so unladylike—oh♡”
She only registered the lapse when he called it out. Before she could reclaim her composure, he cupped her full curves and silenced her. He pressed the swollen proof of his desire against the hidden place beneath her underclothes and stroked it gently. Understanding dawned; her body melted, limbs slackening, and she lifted eyes that begged for mercy.
”No,” he said firmly. “You’ve wanted to be mine since the beginning. So let me have the real you.”
”Y-yes… I mean, yeah♡ It’s just us now♡ You won’t mind if I’m a little rough around the edges, right♡”
The uncertainty on her face dissolved as the truth settled—no need to perform for anyone else. A wicked smile curved her lips, and she laid her hand over his on her cheek. The warmth of his palm drew a languid, joy-drunk sigh from her, stealing his breath. Then, without warning, she rolled her hips and guided the sensitive tip along her heat. A helpless groan escaped him.
”Guh—easy. If you want it that badly, you know what to do, Ashley.”
She giggled, breathless. “Teehee, sorry♡ But your clothes are pinning me—I can’t move♡ If you don’t remove my underthings yourself, how will you show me love♡”
In this sealed, private moment, finally alone, his eager bride voiced every shameless wish without fear. Normally he would strip the thin fabric away in an instant, but tonight he lingered.
”Good girl for asking. But wait. Full closeness isn’t the only way to prove love.”
”Oh♡ That’s cruel♡ You made me beg and feel shy, and now you tease my curves again♡ Ah♡”
He ignored her protests and kneaded the gentle swells still swathed in wedding silk. To Ashley, skin against skin and complete union meant true connection, but haste wasn’t always best. This was their wedding night. It would be a crime to unwrap his bride too swiftly.
He varied the pressure—light, then firm—until her flushed scowl softened into wonder.
”Oh♡ Why♡ Even through the dress it feels… just as wonderful♡”
He caught her head before she could turn away, buried his face in the damp strands at her nape, and breathed her in. When she stilled, he sat up. Though untouched beneath the fabric, her body already quivered on the edge; she curled inward, wary of her own eager responses.
”Yuuri♡ Something’s wrong♡ My curves… they’re throbbing♡ It’s embarrassing—my heart’s racing♡”
He smiled. “Of course. You’re a bride tonight.”
The memory of the shrine flared vivid: three brides, but Ashley the most overcome, tears shining as the goddess Shelm blessed their vows. A girl who cherished marriage above all, now pinned in her gown while he toyed with her heightened senses. The gap between ideal bride and joyful reality had to sting.
”Tell me, Ashley—what does your perfect bride look like?”
”Huh♡? W-well… like when Shelm-sama blessed us, all proper and—”
Exactly as he suspected: the modest figure at the altar. But the bride here, legs parted, curves caressed to bliss, needed to embrace the truth. He released her chest and slid lower. His fingers pressed the soaked panel of her underclothes with a soft sound; her hips jerked, then froze, offering more.
The shift from chaste vision to joyful present left her dazed. Then she caught the dark promise in his eyes. She tried a coaxing smile, but he pinched the tender spot through the cloth without mercy.
”Oh—ah♡♡ Ah♡ Oh♡ Oh♡♡♡”
Her full hips, draped in bridal white, spasmed wildly. The sudden surge stole control of her waist, yet she ground the captive place harder against his fingers—servant instinct or bride’s hidden longing. Warm essence seeped through the fabric; he rolled the spot gently, and she answered with deep moans nothing like her usual poise or mischief.
”So this is my bride.”
”Nooo♡ That’s not—it’s not me♡♡ I’m not like this—ah♡♡”
With just thumb and finger he unraveled his childhood friend, now his wife. She fought the evidence even as her hips rolled greedily, tongue lolling in denial. Each protest earned a twist of the spot; her lush body betrayed her, affirming every eager motion.
”Hey, this longing is your charm. You know I love a wife like this. You begged so sweetly earlier—look how ready you are. I’ll remove these soaked underthings, but close your legs a little; they’re spread too wide.”
”Ah♡ Not so sudden—don’t♡ It’s embarrassing, stop—”
Let her play the perfect attendant for others. Here, in Shelm’s sealed domain, he wanted the real Ashley—ravenous beneath the polish. Yet she clung to the shrine’s solemn image, the dreamy partner bargaining for modesty.
But she forgot: even in this isolated space, the Familial Workshop followed one rule—servant obeys master. The instant shame made her mourn the clinging, transparent scrap, the special tattoo blazed with searing light.
”Oh♡♡ Ah—ah♡♡”
Her body arched off the bed. The violent buck of her hips tore the pinched spot from his fingers. Pleasure alone didn’t explain the seizure; to the workshop master’s eyes, the true cause was the magical tendrils blooming inside the glowing tattoo, flooding her from within.
”Ah—this is punishment!? ♡ The tattoo’s punishment—♡♡”
”Exactly,” he said, letting the words linger. “You promised to obey anything I say, so leaving it active is fine, right? I could stop it in an instant, but first… Ashley, what kind of bride are you to me?”
He drew out the question, savoring her delight under the tendrils’ caress. Pride had no place left. He gathered her trembling body close, stroked her hair, and draped himself over her. The workshop’s unbreakable law—her own request to keep the tattoo alive—pinned her there. She couldn’t push him away, couldn’t escape the waves. Sobbing, she let dignity slip.
”Your bride♡ Your joyful bride♡ A welcoming place that opens at your command♡ Always keeping my warmth ready for your love—your bold bride♡♡”
He laughed, warm and proud. “Good girl, Ashley. That’s my wife.” He brushed a kiss to her temple. “But I want this bold bride all to myself. In front of everyone else, keep playing the reliable big sister. Here, though—obey everything. Become the joyful wife who loves every sweet order.”
No one bares every hidden corner of their soul. For someone like Ashley, with status and reputation to guard, it was impossible. Yet if one person accepted her secret longing without scorn… and if she could indulge it in a place no one else would ever see… especially with the man fate bound her to as servant…
The command was both iron law and liberation, a blessing for the body she had come to crave.
”Y-yes♡♡ I’ll do it♡ I’ll hide it♡ From the princess, from Suzuri-san—from everyone but you, I’ll stay composed♡ But here♡ Let me think only of you—let me be your joyful bride♡♡”
”Of course,” he whispered. “You’ve held back so much living with the others. At least here, show me the real you.”
She nodded frantically against his chest. The thick scent of her excitement flooded his senses, dizzying him, but he couldn’t rest yet. The bride in his arms still writhed and whimpered—the punishment hadn’t ended. As the master who had reshaped her body and affirmed its hunger, he owed her every delight she revealed.
He cradled her melting face and kissed her slow and deep. When her tense muscles finally softened, he pulled back. Her glassy eyes locked on his, pleading.
”Oh♡ Yuuri♡ My body’s too weak from the punishment♡ Take my underthings off♡ Remove the cloth blocking your wife’s warmth♡ Ah♡”
No shame remained. She begged in the exact joyful words she knew would please him. Blood surged hotter through his desire. Sensing his reaction, she lifted her hips and rolled them in shameless invitation.
”Hey—hold still,” he growled. “I can’t strip you if you keep squirming. Close your legs.”
The tendrils had scrambled her thoughts; her movements came slow and syrupy. He tugged the soaked scrap down her thighs with a wet sound. A glistening thread of essence stretched between fabric and skin. When he freed one leg, she flung the other wide, impatient.
”Oh♡ Here♡ Your personal place♡ I can’t wait anymore♡”
She parted herself with both hands, lifting to display the flushed, welcoming entrance. The underthings snagged halfway down her white thigh-high stockings—a perfect emblem of the undisciplined bride beneath the elegance. Those once-graceful emerald eyes now gleamed with raw invitation, pulling him in.
Certain her scent had him intoxicated, she swayed her hips in final temptation.
”Right now♡ Press that firm love all the way to my core♡♡”
”Kuh—ah…! You—bold bride…!”
Her crystalline voice, laced with filth, snapped the last thread of restraint. Like a moth to honey, he drifted forward, defenseless. The bridal perfume enveloped him as he lined his throbbing length against her slick petals.
Notes:
• Ashley – Count’s daughter, royal attendant, has a crush on Yuuri.
• Shelm – Wicked Goddess, reincarnated Yuuri, manipulative, wants him to use his power.
• Suzuri – A scout who braved the labyrinth and lured a petrifying monster to protect her friends, she endured long isolation while frozen in stone and relied on inner magic to preserve her sense of self.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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