After the heavy accessories on her head were taken off, Yaelle felt completely relaxed. She told Attendant Sam to help her draw a bath so she could take off her wedding dress. The dress was complicated and uncomfortable to wear.
Attendant Sam hesitated and said, "Miss, you can't take it off yet. You still need to drink the union wine and complete the hair-bonding ceremony."
"Oh, I see." Yaelle suddenly understood. She had thought everything was done once they entered the room. She hadn't expected the wedding to be this troublesome.
Thinking that no one had eaten much today for convenience, she told Attendant Sean to bring some pastries from the kitchen. She also had a bowl of hangover soup kept warm on a small stove in the room. She had to admit, the chef's skills were excellent.
The pastries were very tasty, traditional, and free of additives. Yaelle ate a few pieces of mung bean cake and osmanthus cake. She started to feel drowsy.
Not wanting to mess up her hairstyle, she didn't dare lie down on the bed. She just leaned on her hand at the bedside. She dozed off for a while.
She didn't know how much time had passed before the door was gently pushed open with a soft sound. A faint smell of wine drifted in and made the air hazy. Maxim entered the room with a bit of drunkenness.
His face was slightly flushed and his steps were unsteady. Servant Carter carefully supported him. Hearing the sound, Yaelle quickly sat up straight.
Her eyes were fixed on the door. Maxim slowly walked over and sat beside her. Before she could speak, footsteps came from outside.
A matchmaker entered with a smile, followed by a servant holding a pot of fine wine. "Please share the wedding wine. May you grow old together in happiness and harmony!" the matchmaker announced loudly. His voice was bright and solemn.
The two picked up their wine cups. They lightly clinked them together and gracefully linked arms. After a deep glance at each other, they drank the aromatic wine in one go.
Next, the matchmaker took out a small pair of scissors. He carefully cut a strand of hair from each of them. Then he skillfully wove the two strands into a delicate braid.
He placed the braid into a beautifully embroidered pouch. He said loudly, "Bound by hair, husband and wife forever, with mutual love and trust." The words filled the room with joy.
Lastly, the matchmaker stepped forward again and neatly tied the corners of their garments together. He offered a string of blessings like eternal unity and many descendants. After saying this, he left the room with a smile.
He left the newlyweds alone to enjoy the warm moment. Only the two of them remained in the room. The atmosphere turned a little awkward.
Yaelle called for Attendant Sean to prepare water. She asked Attendant Sam to bring over the hangover soup for Maxim. Even though she had told her brother to mix mostly water in the wine, she still wasn't sure of Maxim's tolerance.
Once the water was ready, Yaelle took off her outer robe and quickly went into the inner room. She entered her space to remove her makeup and did some basic skincare. She then washed herself carefully with body wash.
After that she soaked in the hot bath to relax. When she came out, she wore only a thin red sheer nightdress. It looked a bit like lingerie.
By then, Maxim had removed his wedding robe and was quietly sitting on the bed waiting for her. When he saw her like that, his face turned red. He fled in panic.
Yaelle chuckled softly. This little one was still shy at this moment. Did he think there was still time for that?
Even though Maxim had been startled by what he just saw, it was something he had been looking forward to. In the inner room, he quickly cleaned himself up. Then he came back to the bedroom.
Standing in front of the bed, he hesitated. He seemed unsure of what he was thinking. The truth was, he had been too busy at the academy to ask anyone to teach him about bedroom matters.
He had planned to do so in the next couple of days. But the person he trusted with such things had been away from Qingyun City lately. So he hadn't yet learned how to please his wife and now felt completely at a loss.
"How long do you plan to stand there?" Yaelle called out to him, and only then did Maxim snap out of his thoughts. Maxim walked nervously to the bedside and looked at Yaelle. Her gaze carried a bit of curiosity and amusement, which made his heart flutter in panic.
When the wife calls, how can he not listen? He thought of the little booklet his father had given him yesterday and felt his face burning with embarrassment. He mumbled to himself and still decided to listen to Yaelle.
He slowly sat down and tried to stay calm. Yaelle watched Maxim's reaction and couldn't help but find it funny. This man was so shy it made her want to tease him more.
The corners of her lips curled up with a mischievous smile. She thought, "He's the one blushing, but I'm not shy at all, hehe." Then she quietly reached out and gently tickled his waist.
Maxim's body instantly stiffened, and his face turned red. He tried to dodge her hand, but Yaelle wouldn't let him off and kept teasing him. Maxim sighed helplessly and let her do what she wanted.
He kept his eyes down, not daring to look at her, as if afraid to see something he shouldn't. Seeing how shy he was, Yaelle stopped teasing and gently patted the bed, signaling him to lie down. Maxim hesitated for a moment but eventually lay down slowly.
He shut his eyes tightly, trying to calm himself. Yaelle lay on her side and quietly looked at his profile. Even though he had acted shy all along, his expression now looked gentle and adorable.
Maxim felt her gaze, and his heartbeat sped up uncontrollably. He sneaked a peek and met her bright eyes. Their eyes locked, and it felt like time stood still.
Yaelle asked softly, "What are you thinking about?" Maxim pressed his lips together and answered in a low voice, "Nothing... I'm just a bit nervous." Yaelle smiled and reached out to touch his face.
"Don't be nervous. We're already married." Feeling her touch, a warm feeling rose in Maxim's heart. He nodded and finally relaxed a little.
Yaelle chuckled and said softly, "Why do you look like a nervous little wife?" "I'm just worried I won't do well," Maxim replied hesitantly. Won't do well?
So that's what he's worried about. Isn't that something you get better at with experience? Besides, they were already married.
She had every right, so what was there to be afraid of? "Come closer," Yaelle said, pulling him gently. Maxim turned toward her, and their eyes met again.
She lifted her hand and wrapped it around his neck, then leaned in for a kiss. Maxim had wanted this all along but was afraid he wouldn't perform well. Now that her soft lips were on his, he just wanted more and had no time to think about anything else.
Maxim took the lead, flipping over and gaining the upper hand. He had just taken a bath, washing off the faint smell of alcohol on his body. The soap in the bathroom was something Yaelle had taken from her storage, similar in size and color to the handmade ones in the workshop.
It had a faint fragrance that smelled very pleasant. The man's kissing skills were already quite practiced, his lips and tongue moving skillfully with hers. His breathing grew heavier, and his fingers started to roam restlessly, making her body gradually heat up.
She gently pushed him away, but he became even more assertive and pressed her tightly beneath him. "Yaelle, wife…" he whispered in her ear, his voice full of seduction. Her heartbeat quickened, her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't resist his passion and charm.
His hands continued to explore her body, each touch making her tremble. She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the feeling of being loved. Their kisses deepened, as if they wanted to devour each other completely.
Yaelle responded passionately, reaching out to tug at his clothes. Last time, she had only touched a little and hadn't looked carefully. With her nimble hands, she easily untied the bright red inner robe.
Maxim paused for a second, then cooperatively raised his arms, and Yaelle smoothly pulled it off. She casually tossed the robe to the corner of the bed and began wrestling with his remaining clothes again. Luckily, what he wore now was all loose, tied only with a few straps.
In no time, Maxim was undressed by her. Looking at himself, Maxim couldn't help blushing, hoping his wife would be pleased. Pleased? She was more than pleased.
Yaelle looked at his firm chest and six-pack abs, which appeared even more defined and attractive under the glow of the dragon-phoenix candle. She reached out and made him shiver slightly. "Don't you usually study all the time? How did you train this body?" Yaelle asked playfully.
Maxim replied in a hoarse voice, "Because the academy has horseback archery classes." Oh, right. The six gentlemanly arts: rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics.
The ancients really learned a lot. Why isn't modern education like this? She found these courses quite interesting.
Education should develop moral, intellectual, physical, and artistic skills all around. After touching his upper body, she moved to his lower half. But Maxim grabbed her hand.
"Wife, this isn't fair. You've already undressed me like this, but you're still dressed up." Maxim complained. "I didn't stop you."
He paused for a second, then trembling slightly, reached out and pulled off the sheer outer robe that covered her. What came into view was a fiery red piece embroidered with peonies. Her figure, matched with the red fabric and brocade bedding, looked even more striking and dazzling.
To cooperate with him, Yaelle took the initiative to turn over, revealing the strap on her back.
Clear and beautiful like jade.
Maxim took a deep breath from being shaken. He gently pulled, and the knot on the ribbon came undone. Just as he was about to take action, a small hand stopped him.
He felt a little frustrated inside and looked at Yaelle with a questioning gaze. Was his wife unwilling?
"Put down the bed curtain first." The red candlelight was bright, and she seemed a little shy.
Maxim understood and smiled as he did it. So she was feeling shy. But she did not know the dim light through the curtain made the atmosphere even more intimate.
Maxim was so anxious sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped onto...
"Wife..." He looked at Yaelle pitifully, feeling helpless. She felt softhearted.
She was experienced, but "he" was not. Could she really ask her to...
She whispered quietly in his ear, "You should..."
Maxim suddenly understood. It could be done this way...
Reader Warning:
The following scenes contain explicit sexual content between Maxim and Yaelle. This material is for mature audiences only (18+). Please skip if you are uncomfortable with such content.
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The soft candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow over Yaelle's delicate features as she lay on the bed, her ivory skin practically glowing in the dim light. Maxim sat beside her, his heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Though Yaelle had experience from her past life, this was new territory for both of them, especially in her young, untested body.
Yaelle could sense Maxim's nerves, and she reached out to gently caress his cheek. "It's alright, my love," she whispered soothingly. "We'll take it slow."
Maxim nodded, swallowing hard as he began to undress Yaelle with trembling fingers. Each inch of exposed skin seemed to ignite a fire within him, but he fought to keep his composure. When she was fully bared before him, Maxim took a moment to admire her beauty, marveling at the soft curves that had been hidden beneath her clothes.
Yaelle watched him through hooded eyes, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. The air between them felt charged with electricity, and she could feel the heat radiating off Maxim's body. When he finally positioned himself between her legs, she tensed slightly, both from nerves and the unfamiliar sensation of his weight pressing down on her.
Maxim moved slowly, almost hesitantly, as he guided himself into Yaelle's warmth. He gasped at the incredible feeling of her body enveloping his, but he quickly became aware of her sharp intake of breath and the slight wince that crossed her face.
"Am I hurting you?" Maxim asked, concern etched in his features as he paused his movements.
Yaelle shook her head, though the sting was still present. "It's just... different," she managed to say, her voice a little breathless. "Keep going, slowly."
Maxim nodded, proceeding with careful gentleness. He kept his eyes locked on Yaelle's face, watching for any signs of discomfort as he began to thrust shallowly. The sensation was incredible, but he knew he had to prioritize her pleasure and comfort above his own.
As they found a tentative rhythm, Yaelle's body began to relax, and she started to moan softly with each movement. The discomfort faded into the background as a deeper, more pleasurable sensation took its place. She wrapped her legs around Maxim's waist, urging him closer.
Maxim responded with a groan, increasing his pace slightly. He marveled at the way Yaelle's body seemed to fit perfectly with his, like they were made for each other. The pleasure built between them, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatened to explode.
Just as Yaelle felt herself teetering on the brink of something monumental, Maxim suddenly froze above her. With a final, deep thrust, he reached his climax, his release spilling into her. Yaelle cried out, her own intense orgasm crashing over her in waves.
In the aftermath, they lay tangled together, chests heaving as they caught their breath. Yaelle felt a profound sense of connection with Maxim, their hearts beating in sync as the lingering pleasure hummed through their veins. Despite the lingering ache from her body's adjustment, she knew this moment was something special - a new beginning for their love story.
....
A burst of electricity... fireworks exploded...
Maxim slowly came to his senses and felt a bit hopeless. Why did it always go like this? The frustration grew inside him.
He turned to lie on his side and held his face with his hand.
Yaelle wanted to go to the inner room by herself but could only push Maxim gently, "Brother Maxim, please."
Hearing his wife's soft words stirred his heart. He quickly stopped feeling down and turned to ask, "What is it, wife? Are you not feeling well?"
"I want to go to the bathroom. You carry me there." She was too weak to move.
"Oh, okay." Maxim hurriedly put on a shirt. Worried she might be cold, he wrapped her in his clothes and carried her into the inner room.
Attendant Sam had prepared hot water thoughtfully, and Attendant Sean went to change the bedding.
Maxim gently placed her in the bath and sat beside her, drawing water to clean up. Afterward, Yaelle asked him to leave.
He felt helpless and a little wronged. Standing by the tub, he whispered softly, "Wife..."
Enough, this guy is thinking the wrong thing again!