Mm. Worst… Heath could not even answer, only barely nodded. The pillow was already soaked through with the saliva he had dripped onto it.

“If you go through that worst first night tomorrow in front of me and everyone, you’ll gain confidence, and at the wedding you hold in Countess Windsor’s house, you won’t even be able to be nervous. You’ll look like a noble more splendid and dignified than anyone.”

At the words that he would look noble, Heath smiled brightly. At the same time, the finger probing his anus slipped out. Feeling suddenly empty below, Heath immediately rolled toward Bellian.

Blue hair soaked with sweat and disheveled. Blue eyes full of regret. And Heath’s penis, bulging inside his nightclothes. All of it was pointed toward Bellian.

“Haa, I…… Tomorrow, the wedding…… haa…… to go through the first night, offering everything I have to my lord……”

Heath muttered, swept up in an unknown thrill. Bellian grinned and used the finger that had just stirred around inside his anus to wipe his mouth.

“Yes. That’s right. Whether you attend or not is all Heath’s choice, though.”

He stared blankly at the baron’s emerald eyes, not knowing the strange fishy smell that drifted over. Before long, Heath, captivated by that beautiful and eerie green light, answered.

“……I’ll think about it.”

𖧷 • 𖧷 • 𖧷

It was an evening of torrential rain. The rain streamed violently down the glass greenhouse walls, and the outside scenery looked blurred and distorted like a picture spread by water.

Inside the greenhouse, however, small red flowers were in full bloom, and in the air thick with moisture, a sweet floral scent spread deeply.

Along the path crossing the center of the greenhouse, long benches were neatly arranged, and at the far end of that path stood a large arch woven densely with red flowers.

On the chairs, several men were already seated like wedding guests, speaking in low voices and waiting for someone. And at the end of the path, beneath the arch, Bellian was standing.

With his hair neatly slicked back with pomade and a black formal outfit fitted tightly to his body, he was dressed quite handsomely, like a groom actually having a wedding.

6 o’clock. Outside the greenhouse, a large bell rang six times. Bellian, who had been looking toward the greenhouse entrance with one hand lightly behind his back, smiled as he saw a shadow flicker beyond the frosted glass door.

“The bride who will go through the first night with me today has arrived.”

When the door opened, Til was the first to appear. He stepped into the greenhouse and busied himself clearing the center of the path.

Then Mikhail, standing like an officiant on a small platform in front of the arch, raised his voice and called out solemnly.

“Ladies and gentlemen. The canary bride, Heath Featherwing, has arrived. Please give him plenty of jeers and scorn for choosing to offer his virginity to master before even meeting Countess Windsor.”

When those words ended, all the men in the greenhouse turned their gaze toward the entrance at once. Soon, from beyond the door hidden behind Til, Heath slowly revealed himself in a wedding outfit that was lewd to the point of being almost naked and offered his greeting.

“Good evening. I am Heath Featherwing, the third son of the Featherwing Trading Company. First, I would like to express my sincere thanks to the lords who have attended my wedding.”

“My God, look at that cheap formal outfit, the kind even a whore would be ashamed to wear.”

Someone let out a long sigh like a groan. It could not be helped, because Heath, with his long white wedding veil hanging down, appeared with nothing on but a pure white corset tied tight around his waist and a red bouquet in his arms.

What was more, the corset cinched his waist so tightly that it exaggerated the curves of his hips. Above that narrow waist, flesh had been pushed up thickly, making his chest rise in a bulge like a woman’s.

Below that, two somewhat plump thighs continued with a slight parting, and behind them his pale, whitish buttocks were clearly visible.

His well-groomed, green-furred sex was tied round with white silk cloth, showing clearly that he was in the position of a female who could not even use his own sex at will.

On both feet, which were a half span smaller than the average man’s, he wore white women’s shoes, and on his ankles were tiny flower ornaments.

But the combination of red flowers and pure white looked tawdry on Heath, with his blue hair and blue eyes. He was nothing more and nothing less than eye candy for men.

It looked like they had brought in a cheap prostitute pretending to be a bride, but perhaps because Heath’s distinctly sharp features strangely matched the vulgar atmosphere, the sound of men swallowing dry saliva could be heard here and there.

“Ohhh… a bluebird so crude it makes my cock ache.”

“That’s the bird that was taking fruit in its back hole and pissing itself yesterday, right? Look at it acting all coquettish because it’s getting married today.”

Filthy remarks about him went back and forth, but Heath said with a very calm and composed face.

“I would like nothing more than to spread my anus and sing at once for the grateful people watching my disgrace, but today more than any other day, I will gladly become one man’s bride and offer my virginity. I hope you will all be witnesses as I become his little bird and mate, and afterward, please humiliate me to your heart’s content.”

Soon thunderous applause broke out, and lively music rang out.

“Bride, enter!”

At Mikhail’s shout, Heath looked toward Bellian beyond the simple red carpet laid out in the greenhouse and stepped forward with a haughty gait. Behind him, Til followed quickly, holding the long veil with a deeply moved face and muttering rapidly.

“Ah, to think that our precious young master, who grew up without ever doing a single hard thing, is now having his virginity torn in front of strangers and being used like a sex tool. Having watched you since you were little, I’m so proud. Soon, young master will also swear his ass to master and be ground like a rag, right? Haa, I wish I could hurry up and serve master with you. I’m worried because your tits are smaller than mine, but still, your belly is small, so you’ll clamp down well on master’s cock.”

When he heard that his chest was lacking, Heath glanced sideways a little and walked with his waist even straighter so his chest would stand out more. But Til just kept grinning and continued with words that were impossible to tell were praise or dirty talk.

“Even though master told you it would be hard, you chose on your own to come be fucked by his cock. Seeing young master become this crudely shameless like a noble, even the Featherwing Trading Company boss back home will be pleased and send more gold ingots as a gift. Ah, of course, all of it will be gladly offered to master. Once you go through the first night, the Featherwing wealth will all be used for master, right? Don’t worry. young master will live happily, receiving even more semen than I do.”

Receiving Til’s blessing, though it was not really a blessing, Heath reached the arch decorated with red flowers.

“You are the most beautiful bride of the first night I’ve ever seen, Heath.”

As the splendidly dressed Bellian held out one hand, the blue eyes that had always been slightly lifted softened subtly. But Heath kept his tone haughty as he laid his hand on top of Bellian’s.

“The clothes are not my taste, and the material is incredibly cheap, but I wore them because you prepared them yourself. You can’t ignore someone’s sincerity, can you?”

“Even so, the fact that you are standing here now means I’m allowed to exercise my right of first night on you, doesn’t it?”

At the blunt word right of first night, Heath finally lowered his gaze a little, as if embarrassed, and answered.

“I came here after a lot of thought.”

“For what?”

“……For me, who will endure this ordeal and become stronger.”

At that answer, Bellian smiled as if he found it interesting. At that moment, Til bent Heath forward and whispered softly from the side.

“young master, it’s time for the obedience greeting. Since you have to take master’s cock into your mouth and submit, kneel politely in front.”

Til had Heath kneel before Bellian’s groin. Mikhail cleared his throat and began explaining the filthy order of ceremony in a neat voice.

“The bride will begin the obedience greeting. The obedience greeting is the time when the bride first greets the cock he will serve for life, with the cock in his mouth and semen received, remembering its shape, taste, and smell. Everyone, please personally confirm just how well the bride can draw semen.”

After hearing the explanation, Til grabbed Bellian’s waistband and undid the buckle. Then, carefully with both hands, he took out the cock inside.

Unlike his white and elegant appearance, his cock revealed a thick, dark crimson skin and boasted its power.

“Ahhh, master’s huge cock…”

Til could not take his eyes off it and shook the skin a couple of times with his fingertips. Then the sagging sheath peeled back, and the huge, dark red head enlarged itself and revealed its true form.

The tip, bigger than a child’s fist, was split into two around the urethra and had slight ridges like an uneven surface. It looked as though it would scrape the inner wall more ferociously than a simply rounded cock head.

Above the head, the thick shaft pulsed with visibly throbbing blood vessels. The base of the cock had not even fully come out, or perhaps it was hidden by the clothes and could not be seen.

Seeing such a huge cock for the first time, Heath drew in a breath inwardly and quietly took a deep breath. It looked less like a sex organ and more like some kind of creature.

Hoo, ha. With every exhale and inhale, the male scent pouring from the cock shoved close to his nose made him dizzy. Merely smelling it made Heath feel his balls shrivel.