By Zephyria I was so relieved that all the strength drained from my body. Even if I had collapsed, I would have just floated in the water, but Ivan swam skillfully towards me. I floated there blankly, scooping up seawater to wash my face a couple of times. Ivan, who came close and peered at me, looked too clean and unruffled, which pissed me off.
Splash. I splashed water at him, and he didn’t dodge, just took the water straight on, then laughed.
“Why were you so surprised?”
“Where, where did you go…”
“I copied you. It seemed faster to dart through the water than to splash on the surface.”
“Hah, no, but you should have said something…”
“Weren’t we talking and starting the match?”
That was true. I let myself be held by his arm, which wrapped around my waist familiarly. Feeling wronged somehow, I rested my chin on his shoulder and pressed down. He was laughing, not even knowing how worried I had been.
“Still, people need to breathe…”
“It wasn’t that long, were you worried? I’m sorry.”
“No, no, it’s fine. You’re alive, that’s all that matters.”
I’ll swim again if I have to. I should tell him I’m tired of this and want to stop. Thinking that, I scooped Ivan up and strode towards the beach. Ivan, who let himself be held by me so readily, laughing softly, sounded so sweet.
And then, Ivan said something chilling in my ear, now that I was fully relieved.
“Then it’s time for me to get my wish.”
“…What?”
“I won, this time.”
No.
No?
There were always temporary tents set up on Yulan’s summer beach.
They were usually empty tents guarded by old men from the neighborhood, who sat there to watch the sea and pass the time. One for men, one for women. An old man, who set up a sunshade next to these two tents, would count coins and let time slip by. This business, renting out the tents for 30 minutes for 3 copper coins per person so they could dry off and change clothes, had helped us a lot during our swimming practice.
But why did I resent the existence of these tents so much today?
Without even seeing Ivan finish speaking to the old man after handing him the copper coins, I rushed into the tent first. No matter how many times I thought about it, it felt truly insane. There were rooms at the inn where I could lock the windows and doors tight, with soft beds, so why? Why, for the life of me?
I held it in, but as soon as Ivan entered the tent, I said, as if to inform him.
“I don’t think… I don’t think I can.”
“Huh? What can’t you do?”
“This, ha, here… doing it here.”
“Oh? Why not?”
Looking at this crazy pervert’s smiling face made my lower abdomen tingle and my body heat up. Ivan’s wish was always something like this.
I want to tie Eric’s wrists and do it in that tent.
What kind of erotic books did this kid grow up reading? I almost spat fire from my mouth at such a vulgar wish, but I held back once because he was my husband and a Baron.
The sun was still high in the sky, so it was bright even inside the tent. I spoke hesitantly, as if pleading or coaxing.
“We might make noise… and… people outside, people are walking around, you know.”
“We can endure the noise, and there aren’t many people today.”
“That’s…”
“It’s a bet, isn’t it? I ate oysters and ran races because Eric asked me to.”
“No, you wanted to do that!”
“You?”
“…You said you would do it…”
“That’s right. And now, you’ll do it for Eric too, won’t you? Hm?”
It was a flimsy interior, just a thin waterproof sheet spread on the sand with the tent loosely draped over it. Sand, which had followed us, crunched underfoot, and the bottom edges of the tent were slightly lifted, fluttering with the wind.
Standing there, Ivan’s gaze, scanning me with heated eyes, made me bite my tongue without realizing it.
And I had never once defied Ivan’s words before…
“Take them off.”
“….”
“Shall I take them off for you?”
“…No, I… I’ll do it.”
I regretted it the moment I said it. I should have asked him to take them off. No, how could I have known Ivan would even drag a chair over and watch?
His hot gaze never left my body. Whenever this happened, I felt like an unparalleled beauty, losing my senses. With each shirt button I undid, my face grew hotter, and as I pulled down my wet, clinging pants and underwear, my chest heaved as I tried to suppress my gasps.
He was dressed neatly, but it was just me again.
I knew no one would come in. Lately, Ivan had been acting as fussy as if he were a completely different person from the one who had thrown open the curtains on our wedding night. He was so sensitive that when I used the changing room, he would pay double or triple the deposit to prevent anyone else from entering.
Even as I trusted that he would no longer let anyone see me like that, I felt strangely anxious and nervous, my tongue drying out. My shoulders flinched at every gust of wind. With nowhere to look, I squeezed my eyes shut, then stood straight, hesitantly covering my half-erect genitals with both hands.
“Pretty.”
“….”
“Turn around. I’ll tie you up now.”
Just because you say it politely doesn’t make it a kind thing to say.
Swallowing my rising breath, I turned around obediently in front of Ivan. The ties binding my wrists were Ivan’s cravat. He removed the pendant and tied the soft fabric piece across my hands like an intertwined ribbon, tying it gently. The rustling sensation alone told me he had tied it like a game, and he firmly gripped my hands to seal them, ensuring the knot wouldn’t come undone.
“Now you can’t even cover yourself.”
“….”
“It’s really amazing.”
“….”
“Eric, he turns this red when he gets embarrassed.”
Ivan’s fingertips, as if it were natural, spread my buttocks and pressed firmly on my perineum. Each time he dug in and pressed the tender skin behind my testicles, the days of me holding back tears, thinking he was looking for a woman, were long gone.
He just liked every tender spot on my body. The gaps between my fingers, the soft skin on the inside of my forearm, around my areolas or navel, deeper inside than my hip bone or the base of my genitals, my scrotum or the back of my knees, even between my toes.
I used to be rather insensitive to touch. But not anymore. My nipples and areolas, which stiffened at the mere sight of Ivan, had long since become erogenous zones, and now that crying and sobbing deep inside had become my daily routine, my inner walls would tremble and clench when I got excited.
The deeper he penetrated, the better it felt, and when I was hit hard enough to make my skin burn, I would get an erection.
At first, I resisted blindly, knowing how shameful and embarrassing this was, but hearing “pretty, pretty” every day made it seem acceptable. Also, since I was the only one Ivan would do this with, before or after, now…
Siiiii-bal…
I clenched my hole, trembling violently. Really, how did he know how to do this so naturally? Twisting my body, I tried to pull away, but Ivan grabbed me by my navel and pulled me back towards him. My thighs, tense from anxiety, were so stiff they felt numb.
“S-hng, no, dirty, it’s dirty.”
“Why? Because you’re all wet?”
“That, swimming, after swimming…”
“Ah, right. It’s seawater. Then we can wash it off.”
Cold water poured down from my tailbone. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them as I poured an entire bottle of drinking water over myself. The water, starting from my tailbone, flowed down my erect, twitching genitals and dripped onto the floor. I was so ashamed I felt like my head would explode.
Slurp. At the sound of his lips kissing my hole, I finally burst into tears.
“Is that good now?”
“Hng, ugh. Y-yes…”
“Not yet? What else do you want me to do?”
I was so pissed off. Even though he knew the answer was always the same, he was so annoying, always making me say it first. In a place like this, with people walking around, under just one tent, standing like this…
“Hit me, hng, hit me…”
“Where?”
“…My ass…”
I’d rather be hit than be pleasured. At least I could keep my wits about me.
…
I was hit thirteen times, face down on Ivan’s thigh. I had come after only three hits, so he said, See, it was better to do it outside, and I whined that it wasn’t, so we went back to the beginning.
My ass, hot and swollen, tingled so much that even the slightest scratch from Ivan’s fingertips sent shivers through my whole body. I was afraid my heart would beat so fast it would burst, but Ivan kissed my temples and cheeks whenever I cried in fear, so I managed to endure it.
My inner walls, fully anticipating and tense, swallowed Ivan’s penis with surprising ease, like a delicious meal. When he penetrated shallowly, my toes curled, and when he thrust deeply, my lower abdomen contracted. No matter how much I tightened, Ivan no longer hesitated like he did at first. Instead, he held my waist upright and thrust into my narrow inner walls repeatedly, as if pounding.
Suddenly, my mouth watered. My swollen genitals trembled uncontrollably and then spilled white semen onto the floor again. The penetration was deep inside me, but why did my mouth keep getting wet and sweet? With nothing to hold onto, my nipples were pressed against the back of the wooden chair I leaned on as I lay face down, causing me agony.
“Ugh, ugh, uhh. Ugh.”
“Hah, hoo… Are you trying to hold back your sounds?”
“Hng, ugh, ugh…”
“That’s right, someone walking by outside… they’d be surprised if they heard… Hah, surprised.”
He could see them passing by right now. Ivan didn’t stop thrusting. Stars flashed before my eyes. Sobbing and shaking my head, he whispered in a feigned gentle voice.
“Eric cries so… lewdly…”
“Ugh, kkiiing, hak, ssip, auck…”
“Like a puppy.”
Crazy bastard.
But there was no way I could say that out loud. With each slap of skin against skin, my legs went weak. What if I couldn’t walk out on my own? I’d rather die than be carried by Ivan. My mind, filled with all sorts of worries, eventually led to one thought.
Shit, I’m definitely going to win the wish token next time. I really will.
I will get my revenge.*