(How beautiful…)
That was Kyle’s first thought. Her face, of course-but also the elegant curve from her pointed chin down into her neck, the gentle swell of her collarbones rising subtly beneath her skin, her unblemished complexion… every single feature was so stunning it seemed as though the gods themselves had crafted her.
”Would you mind waiting a moment?”
She said this, then slipped off her one-piece nightgown beneath the covers and tossed it onto the floor. Suddenly, far more of her skin was visible. Even her white undergarments-which, by the standards of his original world, looked rather old-fashioned-only seemed to highlight her beauty.
”This will do. Now then, what do you intend to do first?”
She had claimed this was her first time, yet she spoke with a composure that suggested otherwise-Flare, in her refined aristocratic register. Unbelievably beautiful, and she was telling him she would accept him. What a stroke of fortune.
Naturally, Kyle’s body responded. His mind threatened to drown in a fever of excitement. And yet, the moment she fixed her gaze on him, he felt an inexplicable clarity wash over him-as if this woman demanded nothing less than his utmost courtesy.
”May I kiss you?”
”…I don’t mind.”
He asked first. She gave permission. A complete hierarchy had been established: she above, he below. But strangely, he didn’t mind at all. In fact, it felt entirely natural.
In his previous life, Shiki Satoru had been what you’d call a “virgin amateur1.”
Work was too demanding to make time for a lover. Even if he’d had one, he never knew which prefecture she’d be in when he wanted to see her. A relationship like that was doomed to fail.
What soothed Satoru’s lower half instead were the s*x workers in the towns he visited. After finishing a job, in the brief window before the next assignment, or during the precious few hours of a rare day off, Satoru sought comfort from them.
Well, maybe that’s why he worked himself to death.
So for Satoru-now Kyle Walker-he was technically a virgin in this world, but he knew the mechanics of s*x from his previous life’s memories. Those memories, however, were of being escorted by professional women, not of properly guiding his own lover-no, his wife.
When he moved in to press his lips against hers, she closed her eyes and accepted him.
Her lips were cool, yet her breath was warm. Somehow, that suited her perfectly.
There was no kiss-of-vows tradition at their wedding ceremony, so this was their very first kiss.
Kyle wanted to savor it longer. The second time, he kissed her more fiercely, almost devouring her.
”Nnh, mmgh… haah, haah… pardon me. You seem rather practiced at this. Are you certain you’ve never visited a brothel?”
”I swear I haven’t,” (It doesn’t count if it was in my past life, right?)
Flare still eyed him with suspicion, but Kyle Walker’s body in this world was a genuine virgin. That much was true.
Kyle moved to remove her undergarments.
Noblewomen’s undergarments in this world resembled a cross between a bra and a corset, with no shoulder straps. In terms of his original world’s lingerie, a bustier would be closest-though Satoru hadn’t known that word.
Still, the intricately embroidered garment suited Flare so perfectly that he could see it possessed both eroticism and elegance.
(Oh man, that’s seriously hot… but how the hell do I get this off?)
He wanted to see her naked, but this world’s complex women’s undergarments stood in his way. In his original world, he’d never even unfastened a girl’s bra. The working girls at the soaplands5 either took their own clothes off or weren’t wearing anything to begin with…
(No choice… I’ll look like an idiot, but I have to ask.)
Kyle felt pathetic for not being able to remove it smoothly and confessed honestly.
”Hey, sorry-I don’t know how to take this off. What do I do?”
Flare let out a brief, amused chuckle. “Oh, this? If you undo the laces in the back, it will loosen. Could you assist me?” She sat up and turned her back to him.
Sure enough, the back had a lace-up structure, like a pair of boots or sneakers. So that’s it-loosen it here and slip it off like a tube top.
”…Good to know.”
”Of course. Now, please proceed.”
(She laughed at me… I want to die.)
For an instant, Kyle felt that way-but then he reminded himself of the situation and recovered.
Yes, the current situation was that Flare had granted him permission to undo the laces of her undergarments. Need he even mention how rare and fortunate that was?
Kyle steeled himself and reached for the lowest part of the lacing on her back-the bow knot.
With trembling fingers, he undid the knot. He felt Flare exhale a breath of relief-as if finally freed from a constricting garment.
(Thinking about it, this must be tough. I mean, sure, she probably loosens or takes it off to sleep, but even with the shape-correcting function, being squeezed in this thing all day has to be rough. And it must be a pain to put on and take off by yourself…)
He thought about that, and then it clicked-that’s why noblewomen had ladies-in-waiting.
While Kyle was lost in thought, Flare skillfully loosened the laces and slipped off the bustier-like garment.
Her exposed back was flawless-pale white, unblemished, with gentle shoulders and dark brown hair spilling over them. Flare’s back was every bit as beautiful as a work of art.
Kyle couldn’t help but embrace her from behind. Her bare upper body felt like silk against his skin. He clung to her, kissing the nape of her neck and her shoulders.
Then he thanked her for allowing him even this.
Without turning around, she answered in a voice that sounded ticklish: “It’s only natural… we are husband and wife.”
Kyle savored the reality that he had truly become her husband. He gently pressed her onto her back on the bed.
With her undergarments gone, her upper body was completely bare. Her nude form needed no correction-it was as beautiful and perfect as a Greek sculpture.
Her breasts traced curves that seemed to follow the golden ratio, and her waist was slender. Kyle suckled her n**ples like a baby.
Watching Flare’s reactions, he carefully, fearfully, rolled his tongue over them and caressed her.
This was probably the first time any man besides a doctor or her father had seen her like this. Even her sharp gaze now showed traces of shyness. He couldn’t get enough of it.
”Nnh… haah…”
His wife’s body, flustered and breathing unevenly as a man caressed her breasts for the first time. Kyle stroked her slender waist while reaching for her lower half.
Her lower undergarments were made of silk-like material, shaped like half-pants. Perhaps “mini-length drawers” would be a better description. The waist used a cord rather than elastic-similar to Japanese jinbei2 from his original world, so he wasn’t confused.
He untied the knot just below her navel and slipped them off. She cooperated.
Now she was completely nude. Kyle also shed his nightgown, and when he stood bare before her, Flare-unaccustomed to seeing naked men-blushed slightly and turned away. Her innocent reaction was achingly endearing.
They embraced, kissing, skin against skin. He ran his hand between her thighs to check-it wasn’t wet yet. The soft texture of her pubic hair. She had likely never been touched there by anyone. Her body trembled.
”I’ve heard the first time hurts. So… I need to prepare you. Could you bear with me for a little while?”
”…Very well.”
Though he’d frequented soaplands5 in his previous life, he’d never been with a virgin. Kyle moved down from kissing her-neck, cleavage, navel-intending to perform cunnilingus. Come to think of it, what kind of sexual practices did this world have? He figured s*x was probably pretty similar across all worlds.
The room was dark, and the covers were pulled up, so he could barely see. But by touch and memory, he searched for the place in Flare’s body that would receive him. For once, he was glad he’d frequented soaplands5 in his previous life.
He knew the shape and structure from uncensored videos, and having actually touched women at soaplands5 meant he could manage even by touch alone.
When he licked her folds and clitoris, he could tell Flare was suppressing a soundless cry. Her hips twitched in small, jerky movements. He couldn’t say she was fully loosened, but with saliva and a bit of her own fluid, he felt she was ready for penetration-though, honestly, he had no real idea how difficult it was for virgins to get wet or be penetrated. This was just his best guess.
”Flare… so, is it about time?”
He traced back up from her navel to her chest, to her neck, and whispered in her ear. She gave a small nod.
”Yes, I don’t mind. Please do proceed.”
It sounded like she was entrusting everything to him.
So Kyle carefully, trying as much as possible not to burden her, rubbed the tip of his p**is against her crotch. Her face tensed. She looked slightly frightened.
Seeing that expression on the woman who had been so magnificent, like a queen, he felt an inexplicable excitement and pleasure.
Ah-he really was about to receive her chastity…
He rubbed the tip against her entrance. As he pressed his weight down, “Nngh…!”-her face contorted. She squeezed her sharp eyes tightly shut, raised her chin slightly, enduring the pain and anxiety. Her closed eyelids twitched convulsively. Even that face was beautiful.
”Bear with it a little longer.”
”Yes, I understand…”
His pathetic p**is was pushing open her petals, untouched by anyone for twenty-one years. This was the moment he would take her chastity.
He pushed, gradually, forcefully. The tip slowly sank into her crotch. He felt resistance at the glans-the membrane that was blocking the intrusion of his filthy manhood. Now that final resistance was about to be broken. He applied more force, and then… a tear, a slick push-he felt about half his p**is penetrate her v**ina, tearing through her hymen.
”Ungh… it’s in… are you okay?”
”Yes, I-I’m, fine…”
…She probably wasn’t fine.
”They say the first time hurts no matter what. Let’s stay still for a moment and take deep breaths.”
Half-inserted, he stroked her hair and whispered gently. He could feel her beginning to breathe as instructed. Her breath seemed to tremble with pain.
”I’m so happy that you gave me your chastity, Flare. Thank you.”
”Y-yes… breathe in, breathe out… breathe in… nngh… out…”
After a while, Flare’s trembling subsided. Her voice returned with a hint of composure: “I apologize for the wait. I’m fine now. Please continue.”
”Got it. I’ll go slow. If it’s too much, tell me.”
”…You’re so gentle.”
Kyle resumed his hip movements. Shallow, back-and-forth motions, gradually applying weight so his p**is sank deeper into her v**ina.
His p**is pushed through her tight passage, and after some time, he was fully inside her.
”It’s all in. This is the deepest part… you okay?”
When he pushed all the way in to confirm, Flare looked at him with tears in those sharp eyes and spoke in a trembling voice: “Yes… somehow. But it’s a strange sensation-having a part of your body inside mine…”
Kyle couldn’t hold back anymore-moved by her sweetness and the pleasure from his p**is.
He licked away the tears at the corners of her eyes. The saltiness on his tongue. Then he whispered in her ear again: “Sorry, but I’m going to move now. You’re too cute, Flare-I can’t take it.”
She looked startled at his words.
(I’ve been called beautiful and lovely before… but never “cute.”)
Even as she endured the pain of losing her virginity, Flare thought this. Her father might have said it when she was very young, but that was a distant memory.
Kyle’s p**is, inserted between her legs, ruthlessly plundered her virgin passage.
The entrance, just breached, felt less like pain and more like heat-a burning sensation.
And now, in that state, Kyle had begun to move. For now, his thrusting gave her only pain.
But that couldn’t be helped. At least the pain was bearable.
(They say that with repetition, women come to find this act pleasurable and joyful… is that true?)
Flare endured the pain, doubting the knowledge of intimacy she’d once heard about.
Meanwhile, Kyle seemed moved by the very fact of having her in his arms. He appeared especially overjoyed that she had given him her chastity.
So men really do care whether their wife remains pure until marriage. At least in high society’s first marriages, it was the standard.
(The one I gave my first time to… it’s this man.)
Flare looked at Kyle’s face again as he held her.
The marriage had been somewhat forced, but he had met her father’s approval, and they were close in age.
And he didn’t flinch at her sharp gaze-in fact, he seemed happy.
Most importantly, he actually listened to what she had to say.
The eldest sons of nobles, especially heirs, were often spoiled and treated specially, raised to be arrogant-many looked down on women simply for being women.
This man, Kyle, was also an eldest son, but he didn’t have that quality.
She could tell he’d been quite considerate of her since the beginning. When she’d set conditions earlier, he hadn’t exploded with “How dare a woman speak her mind to a man!”
Instead, he listened sincerely, understood, and accepted everything.
At least he wasn’t the type of man who thought “women should just dress up prettily and obediently follow men’s orders”-as if wives and daughters were pets or collectibles. He had an ear for women’s opinions.
His p**is still gave her burning pain as it moved inside her, but it was much better than before. Being held naked in her husband’s arms, embracing him back-it didn’t feel as bad as she’d expected.
As Flare mulled over these thoughts, her husband suddenly shuddered as if chilled, while holding her close. A warm mass spilled deep inside her belly, spreading with a gentle, diffuse sensation.
She understood-he had released his seed inside her. And a strange realization settled in her mind: I have become this man’s woman.
”Hah… hah… Flare… h-how are you feeling?”
”Yes, I’m fine. It’s over, then.”
Flare wrapped her arms around him as if to comfort the breathless Kyle. He looked moved to tears.
She felt a smile beginning to form. Some arrogant men, she’d heard, treated women as nothing more than tools for sexual release even during intimacy.
Given Kyle’s conduct so far, Flare was beginning to think this marriage might not be so bad after all.
She had been curious since childhood and had enjoyed learning about all sorts of things from her father, Jack Regal. That was precisely why she had always clashed fatally with men who believed “women should just be pretty dolls.”
She’d never been particularly interested in becoming the Crown Prince’s Consort. In fact, being sent here due to that scandal had allowed her to see all sorts of new things, and she was growing curious about life in this territory. And this man, Kyle Walker, wasn’t the type to unnecessarily restrain her or demand subservience from his wife.
This was a rare type of man in high society, though perhaps not among commoners. She’d heard he was an eccentric oddball, but Flare found that rather appealing.
”Lord Kyle, I look forward to our future together. And this body is yours from tonight onward…”
For a noble, producing an heir was also part of the job. Until she bore a child, she would likely be bedded frequently. But with this man, even that didn’t seem so burdensome.
And tomorrow, Flare resolved, she would learn more about this territory called Quinta6 and about Kyle Walker himself.
(Holy crap, this is-this is incredible!)
Kyle felt an incomprehensible wave of emotion as his p**is slid into Flare’s virginal depths.
He’d had s*x in his previous life too. He couldn’t afford the really high-end places, but he’d been with girls in their twenties. But this was entirely different.
First, she was a virgin.
Naturally, girls at soaplands5 couldn’t be virgins. Well, maybe if there were some ultra-exclusive back-alley places where rich men paid fortunes for the right to take a virgin-he wouldn’t know.
On top of that, she was from a noble house.
Flare was the eldest daughter of House Regal. In ordinary circumstances, even getting a word with her would be a stroke of luck. Naturally, having a relationship with such a lady was something he could only have dreamed of.
And then there was her beauty-those terrifying sharp eyes were now narrowed in pain, yet she accepted him and urged him to continue.
There were no condoms in this world, so of course it was raw. Seeing Flare struggling, panting as she took a man’s body for the first time-that was an excitement that sent chills down his spine. In that moment, Kyle became the only man to take her virginity. The joy of it… and something like ressentiment3-a perverse pleasure in dragging down someone who belonged to a world far above him, making her his own.
”Corrupting an angel” might be one way to put it. Though she seemed more like a fallen angel or demon-type from the start.
Kyle savored the joy of being her first man and continued, treating her like fragile glass. He didn’t want to be hated.
He was as considerate as possible, pausing if she seemed in pain, putting her wellbeing above his own desires. As a result, he managed to fit all of himself inside her.
He had succeeded in having her accept him all the way to her deepest part-the emotion of it. But then Flare, with tears in those sharp eyes, said something and made an expression so overwhelmingly cute that something in Kyle snapped.
(She’s way too damn cute! How the hell am I supposed to hold back?!!)
After that, Kyle moved a bit more forcefully. Flare gasped in pain beneath him, but that only poured fuel on his desire.
Still, the thought “I don’t want Flare to hate me” served as his last mental brake. He desperately reminded himself that this was her first time and tried not to be too rough.
Besides, even without being rough, Flare’s v**ina was tight, her skin smooth, her breasts soft-truly premium. Even pulling back his movements, he was quickly reaching his limit. Frankly, it felt too good. He’d never experienced anything like it.
(I’m done for… I-it’s okay to finish inside, right?)
Before the act, Flare had mentioned the heir issue. Meaning she was expecting-well, accepting-the possibility of pregnancy.
To be allowed to breed this terrifyingly beautiful woman writhing in pain beneath him, to come inside her and potentially impregnate her-what kind of good deeds had he done in his previous life?
…Wait, no, in his previous life he’d died from overwork. He hadn’t done any good deeds at all.
As Kyle started to wander mentally, Flare noticed and looked up at him: “Is something the matter?”
Her eyes were wet with tears but filled with concern-as if she was worried she’d done something wrong.
No, no, what was he thinking during his first time with such a gorgeous wife? He was so happy he couldn’t believe it, his mind kept wandering. What a waste. To recall his previous life’s labor hell in the middle of making love to his beautiful wife. Focus on the happiness in front of you. Might be so happy you die? Fine by me-if I die from too much s*x with Flare, I’ll die happy!
Kyle resumed his hip movements. Flare’s body still felt incredible, and the urge to climax surged again. This time, he didn’t hold back-he let her receive it all.
In his previous life, even NN shops4-where finishing inside was allowed-were mostly high-end and out of reach. And now he could experience that with a woman who, in his old world, would have put even idols and actresses to shame. And this girl wasn’t just a metaphor-she was literally his wife. Kyle held her slim frame. People often say “slender enough to break,” but Flare’s body was thin yet not frail-her core felt solid. He came inside her without asking.
It was an experience he would have gladly died for.
And Flare accepted it without complaint-even better, when he checked on her afterward, she said, “Yes, I’m fine. It’s over then,” and wrapped her arms around him as if to comfort his spent body.
At that moment, tears welled in Kyle’s eyes. He genuinely felt like he might die from happiness. He was glad he’d been reborn. From the bottom of his heart.
Afterward, neither moved. They lay in silence, basking in the afterglow. He’d made a fool of himself, crying from happiness after s*x, but Flare said nothing about it.
Then, as if remembering, Flare spoke:
”Lord Kyle, I look forward to our future together. And this body is yours from tonight onward…”
What did that mean?
Did it mean her body was his, but her heart wasn’t yet? Or should he take it literally? Either way, she seemed to acknowledge that her body now belonged to him.
He couldn’t read the meaning behind her mysterious smile. But even if it was the former, it was more than enough for Kyle.
And he sincerely hoped-with all his heart-that over time, her heart would open up to him as well.
____________________To be continued
Trivia:
- Flare’s internal realization that being called “cute” is new to her reveals she was raised with admiration for her beauty and dignity, but never vulnerability or affection, marking a significant emotional breakthrough.
- Kyle’s use of the word “ressentiment” to describe his pleasure in taking Flare’s virginity alludes to his deep-seated class insecurity and the psychological weight of being a reincarnated salaryman in a noble’s body.
- The structured lacing of Flare’s undergarments mirrors the rigid social hierarchies of the nobility, and Kyle’s helplessness in undoing them symbolizes his novice status in navigating aristocratic life.
- Flare’s observation that Kyle listens to her opinions and treats her as a person rather than an ornament identifies him as a rare type among noble heirs, contrasting sharply with her previous suitors.
- Kyle’s recurring thoughts about his death from overwork and his inability to believe his good fortune reflect a survivor’s guilt and a profound fear that this happiness is undeserved or temporary.
- The diamond separators (* * *) mark scene transitions between Kyle’s and Flare’s perspectives, allowing the narrative to contrast his raw emotionality with her analytical introspection in parallel.
- Flare’s growing interest in the Quinta territory and her resolution to learn about it suggest that she is beginning to embrace her new role and find purpose beyond the rigid expectations of her original household.
Translation Notes:
1 ↩ A Japanese term referring to someone with sexual experience but no experience with genuine intimate relationships—specifically, a virgin in the context of love, not in the physical sense.
2 ↩ Traditional Japanese summer loungewear consisting of a short-sleeved top and shorts or pants, typically tied with a cord at the waist.
3 ↩ A philosophical term borrowed from Nietzsche, referring to a perverse pleasure derived from dragging down those one perceives as superior or unattainable.
4 ↩ Japanese slang for soaplands or s*x establishments where “nakadashi” (internal e**culation) is permitted, typically found in high-end establishments.
5 ↩ A type of Japanese bathhouse-style s*x establishment where customers are washed and serviced by female workers, distinct from brothels.
6 ↩ The rural territory governed by House Walker in the story, serving as the setting for the couple’s life together.