What Would Be

"Ah! What do you want to do?" Linda was frightened and couldn't help screaming.

Faced with Irving's questioning, she could only turn her head away, not even daring to look at him, and her hands were tightly grasping the quilt, like a live fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.

The male body pressing on her was heavy, yet exuded a strong masculine scent mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol. Hot breath blew on her face, and it was a little itchy.

As a virgin in her twenties, she instinctively wanted to push Irving away and angrily accused him of being vulgar and shameless. But, she couldn't. Irving was right. She was his wife. Whatever he did, it was as it should be.

This day had finally come. She once thought that their "atypical husband-and-wife relationship" could last forever. During this period, she had tried to prepare herself mentally and become a real woman. But at this moment, she realized that she couldn't do it.

"You do it." Linda closed his eyes, feeling extr