The Young Master's Bride

He Asked Her If She’s Ovulating

The warm light on the wall glowed dimly, creating a seductive heat.

A black silk cloth was tied into a pretty bow at the back of the girl’s head, covering her beautiful eyes.

The black color of the silk contrasted against her white skin, making it seem even fairer and more delicate than ever.

The bathroom door was pushed open. The girl, curled into a ball on the bed, stiffened.

A man strode across the floor, barefoot. Beads of moisture rolled down his chiseled frame.

His handsome face, which could bring entire civilizations to their knees, was shrouded in cold dominance. His deep, dark eyes were like stars in the night, kaleidoscopic yet alien at the same time.

His tightly pursed lips were lined by a steadfast yet sophisticated side profile, with traces of grim unruliness.

The girl felt a great weight upon her and sank into the bed, a thin layer of sweat forming on the tip of her nose. This was her choice, and there was no turning back.

‘Mom is still lying in her sickbed, waiting for me to bring the money back and save her life!’

Her little white hand gripped the bedsheet. No matter how much she willed herself to remain steady, her small movements betrayed her nerves.

“Are you ovulating?” The man’s voice was rich and deep, enough to make one fall in love with him upon first hearing it.

“Yes!” It was the fourteenth day since her last period. She had calculated everything.

The cool, fresh smell of shower gel filled her nostrils.

The girl quickly threw her hand up against the man’s chest, preventing him from coming any closer. It was an instinctive reaction.

She didn’t use much force, but it made the man frown.

He thought she knew what they were going to do, given that she was already lying on the bed.

He did not enjoy wasting time.

“Hmm?” This simple, slightly raised syllable carried a husky, seductive air, a gentleness tinged with subtle annoyance.

“S-sir… C-could we try artificial insemination instead?” The girl’s voice was trembling slightly yet was not panicked.

She felt the heat and firmness of the man’s chest through her palm.

This was her first time encountering such a sensation, like a hot iron that could scald her hand.

She could clearly feel the man’s strong and steady heartbeat. It was so calm and rhythmic. Conversely, her heart was leaping into her throat.

The smooth silk shielded her gaze, placing her in a world of darkness, like a reflection of her own life.

She was grateful for the blindfold. With it, she would not have to see the man who would take her virginity, whose child she would bear.

She would not have chosen this if she were not in dire straits.

She needed money urgently. Therefore, despite anticipating the sorrow that awaited her after this night, she would not let herself retreat.

The man’s long, slender fingers gently stroked the girl’s lovely collarbone.

His movements may have been as gentle and light as a feather, but they still made the girl tremble ever so slightly.

The man pursed his somewhat thin lips, his mouth radiating a cool feeling. His tall and straight figure was steadfast yet tense.

The side of his body did not touch the girl at all.

The girl’s heart raced as the man’s cold fingertips brushed across her collar.

She didn’t know who the man on top of her was, or his age, or if he was tall or short, fat or thin. All she knew was that he was paying her to give him a child and she happened to need money.

This feeling of being blind and controlled by her surroundings was not a pleasant one — especially since darkness was the only thing that greeted her when she opened her eyes.

The man’s aura was overpowering, making her bite her tender lips. Despite her lack of sight, she could feel a sort of shapeless and overwhelming sensation.

His coarse fingers left the girl’s comely clavicles and went for her soft lips, caressing them lovingly…

Her lips instinctively parted, as if shocked by an electric current. The man took advantage of this and slipped his finger between them...