Chapter 3
Before she could even find the breath to protest, the strange, intruding pressure forced Luna to squeeze her eyes shut tightly.
Then came the sharp, overwhelming pain.
Adelia’s narrow inner walls began to stretch slowly, yielding to his size.
“W-Wait… just a moment… Ah—! It hurts…!”
“Relax… let go of the tension.”
His thick shaft pressed forward, imposing its massive presence little by little. The hard, swollen head pushed past her damp, sensitive flesh, piercing relentlessly into her inner walls.
It felt as though something enormous was claiming every inch of her inside.
All that escaped her open mouth were ragged, gasping moans.
The heavy organ did not just push inside—it forced its way into every fold and crevice, expanding her as it went. The ache spread all the way to her hips, and she was seized by the fear that she might actually tear apart.
But as time passed, the sharp pain gradually faded, and a strange new sensation slowly began to spread.
The excruciating discomfort softened into a teasing, tingling stimulation that kept brushing against her most sensitive spots.
Caesar squeezed her hips, then drove his cock deep into her until it was fully buried inside her.
“Ah—!”
It was a rough, unfeeling thrust, with no trace of gentleness.
Yet strangely enough, that very roughness only served to fan the flames of her arousal.
As he began to move in earnest, the moans that had once been filled only with pain started to blend with a strange, growing pleasure.
Recalling the spot that had made her react earlier, Caesar snapped his hips upward, striking precisely against that sensitive point deep within her.
“Hah! Nn—! Ah—!”
He moved vigorously, thrusting and probing her inner walls from every angle. Pressing her thighs flat apart, he drove into her hard and deep, as if branding her with his mark.
‘Slap, squelch, squelch—’
The lewd sound of wet flesh rubbing and colliding, mixed with her rising cries, echoed loudly throughout the quiet room.
The initial pain had long since faded, leaving only an overwhelming pleasure that filled Luna’s entire mind.
Caesar pulled her hips firmly against him, driving his cock all the way to the deepest part of her, until it was fully sheathed.
The distinct sensation of that heavy length pressing against her cervix sent a shiver of goosebumps rippling across her entire body.
“Just as I thought—you really are a wanton little slut. Even when you see something new, you take it so eagerly, sucking it down like you can’t get enough.”
“Nn—! Ahh…! This is my first—!”
Luna felt utterly wronged and desperate.
This was clearly her first time—one she had never prepared for, and had stumbled into completely unprepared.
The words ‘my first time’ rose to the tip of her tongue, but seeing the suspicion written across his face, she clamped her mouth shut.
She was Adelia now. Reminding herself of that fact, she opened her mouth wide and tried to speak in a vague, evasive tone.
“I mean… it’s… go slower…! Ah—! Nn—!”
“The faster I move, the more your body is screaming for it. It seems we suit each other well—thank goodness for that.”
Her cries grew louder and more frantic.
Part of it was still the act of pretending to be Adelia, but now she was finding it hard to tell where the act ended and her own true feelings began.
Ironically, it felt so good that it was becoming impossible to resist.
Wave after wave of pleasure—more intense than anything she had ever imagined—crashed over her without end.
Watching her reactions closely, Caesar deliberately snapped his hips in short, sharp strokes. His heavy testicles slapped wetly against her skin, producing a filthy, rhythmic sound.
Listening to him, Luna could not help but wonder if she was the loose, lustful woman everyone spoke of, not Adelia.
It felt all too true—her inner folds were already slick and dripping with arousal, as if confirming his words. That thought only added to her confusion and embarrassment; it felt unnatural to feel this much pleasure.
As the head of his cock ground and prodded deeper inside her, Luna jerked and cried out louder.
Her stretched opening accepted his thick, hard length without resistance, sliding in and out over and over.
“Ah—! Ahh—!”
She tried to hold back her voice, but he deliberately targeted only her most sensitive spots, causing lewd, uncontrolled cries to spill from her throat.
Every time he pulled back and thrust deep, her arousal welled up and splashed wetly, making a soft, slick sound.
‘So this is what s-x feels like… this good…’
The way her inner walls tightened and gripped him, squeezing him like a fist, made Caesar’s brow furrow sharply with intense pleasure.
“Ah…”
Their movements grew more heated and frantic.
Caesar increased his pace to an impossible speed, pulling back until only the tip remained inside, then slamming back in hard and deep until he was fully sheathed once more.
“Ah—!!”
“Nngh…”
Hot, thick semen poured deep inside her, flooding against her cervix.
A burning warmth spread through her lower belly. Her entrance and womb throbbed and tingled, her whole body flushed and heated, every muscle tensing and stretching to the tips of her toes.
It felt as though she was drifting helplessly on a rolling tide, only to be swallowed by a massive, overwhelming wave of pleasure she could not escape. A steady, throbbing pulse began deep within her, radiating outward until it vibrated through her entire frame.
Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
‘It’s… finally over…’
But her hopes were immediately proven wrong.
Before the aftershocks had even faded, she was flipped roughly onto her hands and knees.
Caught off guard, Luna gasped as the stimulation resumed.
Thud—!
“Hah… Ahh—!!”
Caesar pulled her hips back toward him, pressing his renewed desire back inside her.
He swept his dishevelled hair roughly from his face, then began thrusting again without pause.
Gripping her waist firmly, he drove into her with fierce, pounding strokes.
Though the bridal chamber had been prepared only temporarily for their wedding night, the furniture was of the finest quality. Yet even the expensive bed beneath them began to creak loudly.
‘Creak… creak…’
In time with the rhythm came the wet, slick sounds of their joining, mixed with her rising cries. Luna’s ears burned hot with embarrassment.
He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back fully, repeating the motion over and over without end.
“Ah—! Nn—! Ahh—! Yes—!”
Her whole body, her vision, and her mind spun wildly, all her senses focused entirely on the throbbing pleasure between her legs. The harder Caesar drove into her, the more her body swayed and bucked in response.
The room, once silent, was now filled with heavy heat, the scent of s-x, and the sounds of their lovemaking.
Caesar pushed her harder and faster, relentlessly.
“Ah… Nn… It’s too much… too fast… Hah!!”
The pleasure was far greater than she could handle. She tried to crawl forward, as if fleeing from the overwhelming sensation, but he pressed her body flat into the mattress, forcing her to take every deep, pounding stroke.
‘Thud, thud, squelch—’
The sound of their joining grew wet and thick, mixed with all their fluids.
As if punishing her, Caesar spread her hips wider and drove his cock in until it could go no further.
“Just as I thought… Nngh… you certainly know how to handle a man.”
He brushed her sweat-soaked blonde hair aside with one hand, then ran his tongue lewdly over her lower lip, which was glistening with her arousal, driving her to the very edge.
“Ah… please… stop… I can’t… Ahh!!”
“Hah… Nngh…!”
His powerful hips snapped forward, making her whole body jerk with each deep thrust.
Her inner flesh clung tightly to his cock, squeezing and milking him in a way that felt impossibly erotic.
Helpless and trapped beneath him, pinned down so she could not even struggle, she took every deep thrust and release, looking like nothing more than prey caught firmly in a spider’s web. Just as he was large, his release was long and intense, filling her completely.
How much time had passed?
His movements showed no sign of stopping.
‘Once men finish, don’t they stop…?’
Caesar remained buried deep inside her, using his hands to stroke her clitoris and fondle her breasts.
To her shock, she felt his cock growing hard and thick once more inside her.
‘Surely not… I’ve heard it’s physically impossible…’
But her fear quickly turned into reality. After swelling and throbbing several times inside her, he began to move again.
“Ah… this can’t be… It’s too much… Hah!!”
Luna shook her head in disbelief, but the stimulation was too overwhelming to think straight—all she could do was cry out louder and louder.
—
When she opened her eyes, her head throbbed as if it were about to split open.
Even lifting her eyelids felt like a struggle. Her temples pulsed with a dull ache, and she winced involuntarily.
Her mouth was completely dry, her tongue feeling rough and parched. She tried to swallow, but her throat was so dry it felt tight and painful.
She fought to clear her foggy mind, but a crushing hangover washed over her like a wave, making her temples pound even harder.
Suddenly snapping fully awake, she sat bolt upright and looked around.
A wave of dizziness hit her, making her vision spin and blur.
As her sight slowly cleared, she realised where she was—the bridal chamber prepared for them at the Marquis’s estate, House Lutenberg.
Only then did the events of the previous day flash through her mind like a rapid sequence of images.
Switching bodies with Lady Adelia. The wedding ceremony she had to take part in as her replacement.
The nuptial wine she had drunk far too much of, just to calm her nerves. And then the long, passionate wedding night with Caesar.
‘Ah… yes… right there… more… give me more…!’
‘This is troublesome… once I start, I can’t seem to stop.’
He had driven her on and on all through the night.
Not only had she endured their first night together while still drunk, but she had also encouraged him to keep going, begging for more.
She could no longer remember how many times they had joined bodies after that—only that they had explored and tangled with each other until the earliest hours of dawn.
“Good heavens…”
Shocked by the fragments of memory returning to her, Luna gasped out loud. It was impossible to believe she had acted so wildly.
But the reality was plain to feel—her voice came out hoarse and rough, as if she had been screaming all night long. Her throat felt raw and scratchy, proof of every sound she had made.
It was all the fault of that cursed wine.
