An Ode to Divorce - Chapter 4

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#4

I had no experience, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t figure out what this situation was. As soon as I realized what was happening, I bolted upright and tried to push Gert away.

“Wait, Gert! Wait, snap out of it!”

But no matter how hard I pushed, Gert didn’t budge.

Instead, he pulled me even deeper into his embrace.

I couldn’t just sit there with my hands tied, so I struggled desperately to escape this situation.

“Gert! I said snap out of it! Do you even know what you’re doing right now?”

Realizing that pushing Gert away was pointless, I raised my fists and pounded on his chest.

My resistance wasn’t meaningful, but it seemed to annoy Gert.

Until then, Gert had shown no reaction to anything I did, but suddenly he grabbed my hand with one of his.

Trapped above and below by Gert, unable to move an inch, I met his piercing gaze as he stared at me intently.

‘…This guy’s eyes are completely unfocused?’

It wasn’t just his eyes. His face was somehow flushed, and his breathing was rough. The sweet honey scent I remembered mixed with the smell of alcohol, tickling my nose.

This was the first time I’d seen Gert so defenseless. Seeing this side of him I’d never witnessed before, so close up, made my heart pound so hard that my head was buzzing.

Gert continued to stare at me, then mumbled in a slurred pronunciation unlike his usual sharp voice, burying his head in my neck.

“…You said it was good.”

“What?”

“You said it felt good too… touching mine…”

His voice was filled with resentment. Faced with a man six years older than me acting like a spoiled child, my mind went blank for a moment.

‘…Wait, so.’

I belatedly processed what Gert was saying.

‘Did I really say it felt good while drunk?’

Through hazy memories, the things I did while drunk kept surfacing and sinking repeatedly.

Biting and sucking on the fireplace, saying it was good, climbing on top of the fireplace…

Thinking that fireplace was Gert made heat rush to my face.

Still, there was room to turn this around. I desperately tried to persuade Gert.

“Listen, Gert. Remember the promise we made? That, even after marriage we wouldn’t sleep together… And earlier I was drunk too…”

“Stop?”

The conversation wasn’t completely one-sided, as Gert, who had been rubbing his nose against my neck, slowly responded to my words.

Just as I was about to eagerly nod at his words, Gert mumbled dejectedly.

“Was I… lacking something? If I try harder, would that work?”

“No, I’m, mmph, mmph!”

But my rebuttal was cut short. As if he wouldn’t listen to my words, Gert’s lips devoured mine.

“Haa, hup, ha…”

Finally freed after a long while, I desperately gathered oxygen while panting softly.

Meanwhile, Gert rubbed his lips against various places – my cheeks, eyelids, forehead, bridge of my nose – whispering.

“Cute…”

My heart skipped a beat at Gert’s murmured words mixed with a sigh.

Usually, I was indifferent to compliments about my appearance, like being called pretty or a goddess of beauty. What I wanted to hear were compliments about playing well, excellent songs, or about me as a minstrel.

But strangely, as soon as I heard Gert call me cute, something deep in my chest tingled.

After mumbling for a while, Gert embraced me once again. I struggled to break free again, but Gert’s arms, as thick as my thighs, bound me tightly first. It felt like being caught by a snake.

‘Come to think of it, this guy Gert once strangled a snake monster as thick as a log to death…’

Escaping with my own strength was impossible. I thought it might be better not to stimulate Gert too much. He was already drunk and had lost his reason, so if I thrashed around here and Gert put more force into his grip on me…

In the suffocating pressure, my chest pressed against his. Thump, thump, thump. The sound of someone’s heartbeat reached the top of my head.

While I was trapped in Gert’s arms like a mouse caught by a snake, unable to move, Gert continuously kissed my chin while holding me.

Looking at his handsome face contorted without composure, my determination to escape from Gert somehow softened.

‘…He is handsome.’

Honestly, when I decided to marry Gert, I had secretly hoped to sleep with him too.

And for good reason. The greatest hero in Petalien was becoming my husband!

Just looking at his face, he was the most attractive among all the men I’d met so far.

In the first place, my decision to marry Gert, whether for heroic poems or whatever, was because I had basic feelings for him.

So when I heard Gert’s firm declaration on our wedding day that there would be no intimacy, I understood it intellectually, but there was definitely disappointment in a corner of my heart.

‘But I didn’t want to sleep together like this…!’

Anyway, regardless of the cause and circumstances that led to this situation, Gert’s current skill was certainly enough to satisfy the expectations and fantasies I had harbored in the past.

‘Experience? Or talent?’

The Gert I’d seen so far kept his distance from women to an almost obsessive degree. He even looked down on other heroes who boasted about their romantic exploits.

Maybe this was Gert’s first time too?

Thinking that, I suddenly felt an inexplicable greed. A strong possessiveness I never thought I’d harbor overwhelmed me, and without realizing it, I embraced Gert. The locks on my heart came undone as well.

As if he hadn’t expected me to embrace him, I heard Gert sharply intake breath above my head.

Then, as if everything until now had been a joke, he suddenly transformed like a dog starved for days, greedily embracing me with his whole body. His desperate movements seemed like someone who wanted to stay close to me no matter what.

Not just seeking pleasure and ending it, but gestures that seemed to yearn for me.

Gert’s attitude added a fragment of illusion that there was sincerity in this relationship that was just drunken intimacy.

Perhaps Gert had secretly wanted me too? Maybe he just couldn’t show it because of what he’d said about not sleeping with me, but actually…

Thinking that, my whole body suddenly heated up sensitively.

Whether it was overwhelming emotion or overflowing desire, I couldn’t bear it and put more strength into the hands embracing Gert.

After that, Gert didn’t let me go until dawn broke, and I became so exhausted I nearly fainted.

When I came to my senses again, what I faced was Gert’s face, pale as if yesterday’s passion had been a lie.

Meeting his gaze that seemed to say he’d made a mistake, I realized something had gone terribly wrong.

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