"You are a Duke's wife now, I don't know why you are so scared. You are the Duchess from today".

"…The Duchess."

"Yes, so you don't have to lower yourself to others."

Who knew that her husband, who is still unfamiliar to her, would comfort her like this? Molitia looked at her husband and nodded slightly.

Unlike the residence of Count of Clemence that was far, the Duke's palace in the capital was close. As soon as she saw a large mansion on an open road, Molitia unknowingly recounted the Duke's merits again.

"My Lord, You've returned."

When the Duke got off with Molitia, the butler greeted him as if he had waited. And he escorted his master inside as if nothing was strange.

"We came sooner than we expected."

"Madame…"

The butler's words were blurred, and he didn't know whether to call a doctor or introduce himself.

"I want to rest right now. Is the bedroom ready?"

"Of course."

The butler bowed quickly to the Duke's words. He led the two into one room. Until then, the Duke kept Molitia in his arms. They had been in that state the whole time, as it was as if nothing for him.

The pastel-tone atmosphere greeted the two as they entered the room. Compared to the palace's general atmosphere that showed off splendor, she felt this was somewhat cozy.

"Where is this place?"

"It's our bedroom."

"Our bedroom…"

When she heard that she had a place of her own, Molitia felt her chest swell slightly.

The first home away from the County.

Whether it would be an extension of a ghostly life like in the Count's house or the beginning of a new life, the room was not bad.

He carefully laid Molitia on the bed, who was busy looking around. A fluffy bed made her put her feet on it.

Besides Molitia, the bed was spacious enough for three more people. She had to thank the Duke for bringing her here.

It was time for Molitia to look at him and say hello with sincerity.

"…So, have you thought about it a lot?"

"What?"

At her puzzled appearance, he penetrated his hand into the wedding dress. The hand that quickly dug between her legs pressed down on the underwear.

"I told you to think until your underwear dries."

His eyes glowed.

"Whether or not to call my name."

Molitia swallowed.

It was not a delay. She was close to no one, but it was not the first time she had to call a person's name, and it was nothing. She didn't know why she kept putting off calling him Reuben.

It felt that by calling his name, Molitia would no longer be Molitia Clemence.

She felt as if she had to accept the name Molitia Linerio as the Duchess. She was more agitated than the time she was signing her name on her marriage certificate.

However, it could not be delayed. She opened her lips slightly and murmured.

"Reu……."

"Reu?"

His persistent gaze followed her, and his hands, which had been on his underpants, dug in.

"H…."

"Tell me the rest, come on."

How pretty her tiny pink lips are. She seemed not to understand. Even the sweetness of her lips almost shook him. Every time her small mouth moved, he had to endure the feeling of wanting to put his lips on them.

"My name can't be a single syllable of Reu."

His finger stroked the swollen part of the vagina. The once-shocked flesh flinched nervously at his touch.

"Or you don't want to say it on purpose?"

The fingers boldly dug in. Her hands quickly swamped through the half-open flesh and wandered around the hole.

The dress made way. She reached out and pushed his shoulders weakly, but his hardened body did not move at all.

"Molitia."

Unlike her, his voice whispered low. Elasticity flowed out of his mouth as his most extended finger glided into her hole.

His thumb rubbed the little flesh of her clit, while fingers dug into the tight spot. The more his fingers moved, the more red flesh seemed to accept.

It was clear that he wanted to continue the same thing as he did in the lounge. He could not wait any longer.