By Zephyria 
July 1st.
The day I had longed for so long finally arrived.
From start to finish, it was a truly perfect wedding.
In a venue prepared perfectly without a single flaw, I received the congratulations of hundreds of guests seated in neat rows. The timing of the flowers blooming was perfect, and the weather was sunny.
The perfect production presented by the gods—who had put Mikael through so much trouble—was wonderful, as were my younger siblings, who served as bridesmaids, blessing us with pure, bright smiles, their previous mischievous attitudes nowhere to be found.
In the Temple, where ecstatic petals fluttered like memories, Mikael and I swore eternity.
Everyone in this Empire now knew that we were a married couple. Now, Mikael must live as my spouse. Whether he likes it or not.
Saying I felt as if I owned the whole world was not an exaggeration. I cried a little, unable to believe the happiness that overflowed in both my hands.
Dream-Mikael always smiled bitterly or looked away when he saw my tears, but the real Mikael was restless, holding me close in his arms. As always, his embrace was very warm. And then,
Night fell.
* * *
It was my first time seeing Mikael’s genitals with my own eyes.
I stared blankly at Mikael, who sat before me completely naked.
Even though it was a moment I had anticipated for a very long time, I was entranced by the surreal sight. At this moment, stepping into the forbidden zone that I thought would never be permitted to me, my tongue grew wet with a surprise that surpassed emotion.
Mikael was a beauty with gorgeous and refined lines.
His waving light pink hair shone brilliantly even inside the dim canopy. Every time he blinked, the shadow of the eyelashes falling on his elegant cheeks was the most noble curve among tens of thousands of works of art.
His sharp bridge of the nose, soft and plump lips, long neckline, and delicately sculpted muscles often stole the gaze of not only me but many others.
But still, even so, really…
Did even this have to be so pretty?
Like the color of his hair, Mikael’s genitals, standing stiffly beneath a handful of curly pink pubic hair, were surprisingly pale in color. The shaft, swollen enough to reach above his navel and smooth without a single visible vein, and the exposed glans, which looked soft and dry, were strangely and purely beautiful.
How could this be?
Has he never masturbated in his life?
Though it’s a ridiculous myth that the color changes if you touch it a lot, that was naturally the first thought that came to mind.
Perhaps it was true. Mikael tended to train his body in a more sadistic and ascetic manner than any other Saint in the continent.
As I stared blankly, Mikael’s hand moved to cover and hide his genitals.
Only then did I realize something once again.
Mikael… was erect. So imposing that his large hand couldn’t fully cover it; even though I hadn’t done anything significant yet, he was feeling sexual desire for me…
I want to touch it.
My hand, reaching out filled with greed, was soon caught. I wasn’t an Undine chasing the reflection of stars on a lake; the fact that the real Mikael existed right in front of me yet I felt I couldn’t touch him made me feel quite teased.
Shaking my caught wrist, I grumbled a bit sharply.
“You said I own it.”
“…Now that I think about it…”
Think? What more is there to think about here? Suddenly afraid, I lowered my voice.
“…Now that I think about it, is it not?”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
Mikael hesitated for a moment. He lowered his eyebrows, blinked shyly, and gave a bashful smile. Then, looking steadily at me, he continued in a whisper.
“…I wanted to see, too.”
“…”
I was speechless.
He unbuttoned my shirt with his own hands, but I guess he couldn’t bring himself to do the same for my bottoms.
But I couldn’t back down now. It was a bit… awkward to show mine after seeing something so beautiful, but…
I quietly closed my legs and pulled down my pants and underwear. Feeling burdened by Mikael’s steady gaze, I slightly brought my knees together, but soon a hot hand grabbed my legs and pulled them apart.
My fingertips and toes tingled with the shame that bloomed under that heated gaze. After hesitating for a moment, I pressed mine close to Mikael’s. Just as Mika had done since returning, if I asked him to do it, he did. Whether it was… wholesome or erotic.
“Hng… ngh. Ah.”
“Does it hurt?”
“…No, nooo…”
Mikael was very clumsy at stroking and touching genitals. Mikael naturally had hands that were rough and heavily calloused. He didn’t know how to relax the strength in his hands, and his touch—stroking without technique, as if squeezing with strong force—was honestly painful. The surface of my genitals was already rubbed red.
And yet, that made it even better.
Since Mikael had never once lowered his hand below during the several times we had kissed, I had been worried that he might still be reluctant, even today, but that wasn’t the case.
The corners of Mika’s eyes were red with excitement. Mika pressed his body close without stopping for a moment. He panted roughly and frequently licked his lower lip. My entire body vibrated with the loud sound of his heartbeat. My waist trembled, and my stomach kept clinging flatly to the inside of my body.
We kissed many, many times.
Between his hot breaths, he kept checking my expression. I fully enjoyed that worried gaze. Every time I received a look filled with affection, I felt like I could live.
Only now did it feel real. The person foreplaying with me right now was Mikael. The person I had longed for and missed for so long was before me in a form I could touch.
The moment I realized that, tears welled up in my eyes.
“Hic, hng…”
“…Does it hurt?”
“No, no, hng, it feels good…”
I couldn’t possibly say this hurt. Every moment Mikael was gone, I was in pain. It hurt to death. So right now, it didn’t hurt at all. When I shook my head, Mikael smiled.
The way his eyes curved, that shining eye-smile, it was, truly.
Insanely beautiful.
It was my body, but it wouldn’t move according to my will. I was desperate to keep lifting my hips and rubbing mine against Mika’s hand. Mika’s thighs, which were more than firm—they were hard—kept bumping against the underside of my buttocks.
Still, I didn’t stop. Because I wanted to go to Mika’s hand, because I wanted to see the face Mika made when he came.
Without taking my eyes off him, I pressed my body close.
Mika’s lips whispering “Ruben” in a sweet voice, Mika’s skin becoming smoothly wet with hot heat, Mika’s hand firmly supporting my waist so my body wouldn’t slip while our tongues entwined—everything about him was wonderful. I felt like I was going crazy with how much I loved it.
Not just my hands, but my entire body burned with heat. I felt dizzy, as if the world were spinning.
Thinking that I was really doing something this erotic with Mikael right now, and that Mika was getting excited while touching my skin, kissing me over and over, and acting as if he wanted me even more, left me breathless, like someone who had run a very long distance.
It was a distant Peak.
Mika’s genitals, having just ejaculated, looked significantly more lewd than before. The tip, which had been a pure light pink, had turned much redder, and a glistening liquid drenched everything from the tip to the shaft.
Now, Mikael does not refuse even if I grip his genitals.
“…Ugh.”
“…Does it hurt?”
“No, it does not.”
Far from refusing, he even slowly rubbed his genitals, which were still pulsing, against my hand.
I understood why Mikael kept asking if I was in pain. The frowning face and the moans that leaked out—things rarely seen in front of him—looked very lewd, but in a way, they also looked painful.
That made my heart flutter even more. The mental pleasure coming from the fact that the great Mikael had completely surrendered even his weakest part to me exceeded the physical pleasure.
“…”
I clamped my mouth shut, fearing that if I let my guard down for a second, I would let out a strange, giddy laugh.
The inside of my hand was sticky and wet. I glanced up. Mikael was smiling just like me. It was overwhelmingly ecstatic.
We have truly become a married couple. We…
I could survive another year using this as a side dish.
Because it felt so good, I leaned deeply into Mikael’s embrace, burying my whole body. I patted his shoulder and pushed my chest against Mika’s.
I still couldn’t believe that we had become a relationship where being entwined naked wasn’t awkward. Just as I leaned close to Mika’s embrace, wishing he would hold me tight again, Mikael said in a slightly husky voice:
“Then, may I use the holy oil now?”
Huh?
I looked up blankly. The sound of the nightstand drawer sliding open sounded very loud. Mikael merely flicked his right hand, and the bottle of holy oil naturally clung to his hand.
With this… this isn’t the end?
I was speechless at his attitude of demanding the next step as if it were natural. Of course, I was now a little—very little—confident. It had been a long time since I made my hole one that could well receive Mikael’s.
But that didn’t mean it looked pretty. As is the case with any hole in the human body, the place that had come to be used in a way entirely different from its original purpose sometimes felt grotesque to me.
That’s why I intended to take the steps very slowly. So that Mika wouldn’t be surprised, so that he wouldn’t be repulsed by me. Fearing he might think I was too lustful and overwhelming…
The familiar scent of Silver Lace spread. The thick scent of grass and flowers suited Mikael very well. It was sweet, slightly wild, and ecstatically fresh.
Our eyes met. Mikael was no longer smiling generously.
I felt like my heart would burst. Deep inside my stomach, it throbbed. After hesitating for a moment, I obediently opened my legs.
“Hah…”
It was strange. Although Mikael’s fingers were slightly thicker than mine, if placed side by side, only the joints were more prominent; the overall thickness wasn’t that different. Yet, for various reasons, it wasn’t easy.
From the moment I swallowed just one knuckle of a finger, my tense hole grew anxious and throbbed.
“…Hng, hic…”
When rubbing their genitals together, Mikael would occasionally check on me and call my name over and over. But now it was different. Only hot breaths wheezed occasionally.
I was really curious about what kind of expression Mikael was making, but I didn’t have the courage to look back.
My body kept arching backward. Then, Mikael’s hot breath touched my chest. When I did it alone, I felt somehow gloomy and unpleasant, so I never touched my chest, but as Mikael’s hot breath touched me, the tips quickly stiffened, and even a mere brush of breath made them tingle.
A moist tongue touched the tip of my breast.
I tightened around the finger inside my body. My waist trembled slightly. I clenched my teeth until my jaw ached.
As Mika, with his face buried in my chest, nibbled, gnawed, and sucked, tears welled in my eyes. Sweet moans leaked from my mouth, which opened as if I were coughing. Every time the sensitive inner walls trembled, my fully erect front also twitched, urging him on.
“Haa… ah, hng…”
“…Does it hurt?”
Laughter burst out unexpectedly.
It was funny how we kept confirming each other’s safety. I could roughly guess what kind of expression I was making. Still, I didn’t want to stop for a second.
It hit me deeply once again that we were truly sharing love. When I shook my head, Mikael kissed my chest with a loud ‘smack’ again.
The moment I slightly pushed my chest forward, as if asking for more, a second finger pushed into the already drenched bottom. The feverish entrance gasped, wanting to eat Mikael’s hand even deeper.
“Ah.”
“Even like this?”
The back of my ears burned hot.
Really, it might be because of the angle. Even though it was just a hand, it was deeper than mine.
Every time he felt around and rubbed the inner walls, I grew desperate and my hips bucked. When I practiced with my own hand, if I felt out of breath or too stimulated, I would stop immediately and rest as much as I wanted. Because of that, I hadn’t been pushed this far very often.
But Mikael, no matter how carefully he tried to move, was somewhat blunt and a bit clumsy, so as he brushed and rubbed from the deep parts to the shallow parts, he couldn’t adjust the strength well—no, he couldn’t do it at all…
“Nooo, no, it, it doesn’t hurt…”
My waist kept twisting. My spread legs trembled. My body opened up so much that it would be believable even if I came once more right now.
Mikael’s hand went deeper. The sensation of the knuckles catching at the entrance was frighteningly clear.
When I whined for him to call my name, Mika called me over and over.
So that there was no way I could forget who was in front of me, and who was in front of him.
Soon, I swallowed a third finger. Strength vanished from both my knees.
Knowing well that Mikael wouldn’t find it difficult to handle me no matter how heavily I slumped, I stopped trying to support my body at some point.
I simply surrendered my body to the violent pleasure Mikael gave me.
I swayed like a buoy in a storm. Ah, ah. Short moans continuously leaked through the gaps of my teeth.