Warning to readers: The following chapters contain sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. These scenes are written as part of the story's emotional and character development. Please continue only if you are comfortable with mature themes. Thank you for your understanding.
Yaelle's breathing was unsteady, and only when the same was true for Maxim did she gently push him away. He reluctantly ended the kiss. His hand slid down and came to rest on her back, gently brushing across it.
After the kiss, Yaelle felt like her whole body was burning. She wanted to cool down. As she was about to move off him, she accidentally bumped into something.
She froze slightly, then realized what it was. She quickly stopped moving and didn't dare to shift again, her body tensed up a bit. Maxim felt something indescribable from her movement.
He suddenly froze too, realizing she had discovered it. His body stiffened, his head lowered, and a rush of heat surged to his face. His cheeks and even his neck turned red.
Seeing his embarrassed, nervous, and flustered expression, Yaelle's heart melted completely. This boy, silently enduring everything, really touched her. Maybe it was a trait of this era, but the men here were especially considerate.
They were attentive when it came to caring for women, afraid of even slightly hurting them. And Maxim was the first one she'd met who cared for her in every little way. So she didn't want to see him even a bit upset.
Besides, this was just a natural reaction from his body. She wrapped her arms around Maxim's neck and moved back a little. She reached out, untied the belt that was in the way, and tossed it aside.
Maxim suddenly sat up, eyes wide open, looking at Yaelle. His eyes were slightly red, and watery. He looked pitiful and a little lost.
He didn't really understand, but he felt this was something that should only happen after marriage. What had just happened already felt like the peak, and that unfamiliar sensation was enough for him to remember for many nights. But he didn't want to stop.
He wanted more. Right now, he was like a flower bud swaying in the wind. The gentle breeze only made it more lively.
Like fireworks blooming in the sky, bright and blazing for a moment, then disappearing quickly into the night. Yaelle snapped out of it immediately. She covered her face with one sleeve and pointed to the inner room with the other hand.
"There's water inside. I'll go wash up first. You can come in later." She spoke as she walked away and soon disappeared into the inner room.
Maxim stood up, clumsily trying to fix his clothes. He buckled his belt, tugged at the wrinkles on his outfit, and pulled hard on the front to make sure everything was covered before finally stopping.
After Yaelle finished washing her hands, though she actually used body wash in her storage space, she came out and handed him a plain white handkerchief. She told him to go clean up inside. She felt really regretful now.
Beauty could really be a trap. She couldn't believe she had done something like this in the room. But when she thought about Maxim's reaction just now, she found it kind of funny.
He was probably still doubting himself. She knew that the first time for a guy was always like that. One or two minutes was totally normal.
She wondered if she should explain it to him later, to prevent any psychological trauma. Or maybe she'd just let him experience it again next time and figure it out himself.
Maxim felt deeply ashamed after cleaning up. Being so clumsy in front of his future wife was embarrassing. He wondered if she would look down on him.
Yaelle called out, "Maxim, are you done?"
"Coming out soon," Maxim replied nervously. He then stepped out slowly, acting awkward.
"What's wrong?" Yaelle smiled and asked.
"I... just now..." He did not know how to explain; it was too embarrassing.
"What happened? Don't like it? Feel uncomfortable? Or something else?"
"No, it's just... I don't really understand. I feel like I didn't do well."
"That's a normal physical reaction," Yaelle explained.
"Yaelle, how do you know this?" He thought about her two beautiful young attendants. Usually, such attendants grow up with the woman and become little ladies-in-waiting after she marries.
They are very close because they grew up together and know all her habits.
"Hmm? What do you mean?" He realized she must know because she lived many lives. This body was still a young virgin girl.
"You and Attendant Sean and the others, you..." Maxim hesitated. As the main husband, he must be generous and not jealous. He could not interfere too much with his wife's matters or she might dislike him.
"What about me and Attendant Sean?" Yaelle looked confused.
Maxim hugged Yaelle sadly and said, "Nothing. If you like them, accept it. Just don't let others know now. After we marry, you can raise them to ladies-in-waiting."
If he raised them before marriage, it would ruin their reputation and he would lose face.
Yaelle understood, "You think I was with Attendant Sean and the others? Why would you think that?"
"Not really? But young attendants close to the woman usually become ladies-in-waiting after the main husband arrives. This is their best future."
"Because these people are closest to the woman. To protect the husband's position, they are usually given a special medicine from childhood. Unless they misbehave and are despised by the woman, they will be sold off."
"The worst fate is being sent to the army camp. No children there, but they can still achieve merit. Some are even sold to brothels to entertain others."
"Really?" Yaelle's eyes widened. She couldn't believe it. "I didn't know. I was even planning to let them leave after a while. What else? Tell me. I don't know much."
Maxim paused, then guessed it was because her mother died early and no one explained. He hesitated, but told her everything.
"Usually, the mother chooses obedient, careful, and pretty young attendants from childhood to serve the woman. The main and side husbands are busy supporting the family. To better take care of the woman, the mother picks these young girls to serve closely."
He thought a moment and added, "The male attendants nearby also serve the woman. Usually, men are there to show favor. When the husband is busy, these attendants help with things the husband can't do well."
"Those without the special medicine are kind and well-behaved and can marry properly."
Wow, do women here have it so good? Their parents find them 'little wives,' and even the husband's side provides attendants. Can a woman handle so many?