The surviving princess {Liskook}

Chapter 19

Uh, yes, of course…”

His right-hand man, Bambam, hurriedly left the room. Once the door was closed, Jungkook asked directly, “I’ve heard that the first night can be very painful for women. Is there a way to make it less painful and quick?”

“Well, actually…”

Jackson, who was a symbol of fertility within the order, scratched his head awkwardly.

“Uh, rushing it might actually make it more painful.”

“What do you mean?”

"I mean, in the beginning, a woman’s body… well, certain parts of her body need…”

Jackson struggled, sweating, to explain without using any inappropriate words. It was a difficult topic, especially concerning the wife of his commander.

The conversation, which started awkwardly, gradually became more detailed. Jungkook wasn’t unfamiliar with the content. He remembered the crude jokes from the mercenaries when he was a squire.

He listened calmly, as he usually did, imagining the topic was about someone else.

“…if you take your time and do various things, at some point, her body will respond. Young madam’s body, I mean.”

“Oh.”

Jungkook’s face darkened at the mention of his wife, Lalisa, as the subject of such acts. It felt wrong to even consider doing such things to someone who didn’t even understand what a voice change was.

He rubbed his forehead, noticing Jackson’s nervous look.

Jackson quickly added, “I don’t mean you have to do all of this in one night—”

“I understand.”

“Even just preparing her lower part well with your hands can prevent any injury.”

“Got it. You can leave now.”

Jungkook rubbed his temples as Jackson, looking apologetic, stood up to leave.

Rumor has it that Young Madam behaves oddly due to her unclear mind. A normal man wouldn’t have any desire for such a woman.

At that moment, Lalisa was enduring an unpleasant time.

“Nothing happened last night, either.”

“The bed sheets are only wrinkled at the very edges. Looks like they didn’t even touch each other.”

“Well, anyway, these days… no, never mind.”

The Pointy hesitated mid-sentence and absentmindedly touched her hair, remembering how Lalisa had grabbed it two days ago. If she quickly denied whatever thought crossed her mind just now, what had she been about to say?

‘Well, anyway, these days… no, <since she grabbed my hair a few days ago> never mind.’

It wasn’t hard to guess the omitted words. Pretending to stare into space, Lalisa’s mind raced. The obsessive tendencies built up over ten years were sounding an alarm. Today, she had to do something, or she might draw suspicion.

The Big lifted her up to dress her. Lalisa stood quietly, observing their expressions.

“Are you meeting them today?”

The Big asked the Pointy as she roughly dressed Lalisa.

“No, tomorrow.”

“What are they bringing me this time? I mean, what’s with the three pillars of the kingdom?”