Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 5:My Lady Wants Me To Roleplay**

Ethan positioned himself in the wedding hall, clad in immaculate ceremonial robes. Sophia stood directly before him, her gaze somewhat detached, as if her thoughts drifted far away.

Quiet tension thickened the atmosphere between them.

Upon noticing this, the maids on duty began to sob.

The object of their affection was tying the knot with another, while the male attendants clenched their jaws in rage, their eyes filled with venomous stares.

'Why? Why does it have to be him?'

Such glances did not evade Nina and Oliver, who sneered to themselves inwardly.

'It's all because of your plain looks. Do you even warrant him?'

Even so, they couldn't deny it.

Ethan possessed an strikingly ethereal aura.

Unbeknownst to them, their assessment rang utterly true.

The priest advanced with steady steps. Fixing his gaze on both, his tone firm, he intoned, "Please seal the vow of love with a kiss."

Before Ethan could fully absorb the command, Sophia inclined forward resolutely. She bridged the gap and pressed her lips to his.

Nina, Oliver, and Randal, watching from the side, promptly whipped their heads aside, refusing to witness the scene.

'Oh God... Lady, please restrain yourself,' Ethan mused inwardly, a flush of warmth spreading across his cheeks.

Fortune smiled upon them, as the union was a discreet affair with scant attendees. A lavish public spectacle teeming with hundreds might have tarnished their prestige.

The ritual remained straightforward. Having led them through the pledges, the priest declared them bound as husband and wife. No extravagant revelries, booming melodies, or banquets followed—just solemn utterances, an emblematic kiss, and modest invocations.

Stepping from the altar, Ethan released a long, measured exhale. The grueling month of nonstop tutoring and weary nights had culminated in this instant. Sophia at his side radiated tranquility and poise.

Yet Ethan harbored a swirl of ease mingled with apprehension, contemplating the unfolding phase of his existence.

........

Candlelight flickered softly in the subdued chamber, bathing the bed in a cozy radiance. A delicate floral aroma hung in the air, intertwining with the subtle cadence of Ethan's respiration.

Sophia drew near, her lips grazing his earlobe. Her tone, soft and inviting, wove around him like a private confession.

"What... For real?"

Ethan's eyes flared open a fraction, his pulse faltering. He pivoted to meet her stare, seeking assurance in her expression.

Sophia's grin turned sly and playful, her gaze shimmering with fondness and audacity.

"Please... It's our wedding night, husband. Can't you handle something this minor? Also, I promise you can take as many women as you desire—I won't interfere."

A shiver coursed through Ethan at the sound of her alluring, velvety voice.

"Are you teasing me?" he queried, wary of some snare.

"Not at all... I'm certain that in elite circles, they'll fling women your way."

A throb pulsed in Ethan's temples as he flicked his hand. "Enough... Ju... Just be straight—do you truly wish me to behave that way?"

She nodded with languid intent, her fingertips drifting teasingly across his chest.

"Please..." she breathed.

'Hiss... I never imagined medieval folk savored pleasures like this...'

With a resigned sigh, Ethan laid his head in her lap, pretending to hold back.

Observing Ethan's submission and averted eyes, Sophia took it as acceptance.

Her actions measured and unhurried, she loosened his belt and drew down his zipper. The sharp rasp reverberated through the space, laden with promise.

Ethan's breaths turned erratic as her fingers snagged the waist of his undergarments, easing them aside to liberate his cock.

It burst forth, partially erect yet commanding at six inches—girthy and veined, curved gently enough to snag Sophia's breath.

"Oh my," she breathed, eyes expanding at the spectacle. "You're... magnificent."

"Concealing such an impressive treasure... I knew my judgment in men was flawless."

Her palm enveloped him, warm and sure, delivering a soft jostle. Ethan twitched alert, his tone feigned in distress: "My lady, you mustn't...

"At least let's wait until after the wedding, or else... your virtue."

Sophia silenced him with a fervent kiss, her mouth claiming his voraciously. "You already shattered it," she murmured against his lips, her tongue invading possessively. "So cease your resistance... and savor this."

Ethan emitted a low moan, his defenses shattering as her grip commenced its rhythm. His cock stiffened swiftly beneath her caress, swelling to a proud eight-and-a-half inches, pulsing thickly in her hold.

Sophia's eyes grew round beholding Ethan's endowment. Monstrous in girth and length, its plum-hued tip gleamed with precum.

"Gulp..."

Sophia gazed in awe, her tongue darting over her lips like one relishing a taboo delicacy.

Her fingers glided smoothly along his shaft with expert, rhythmic strokes, teasing the sensitive ridge of his glans before sliding back down. Every motion sparked jolts of electricity through Ethan’s frame, his hips jerking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure twisted deep in his core.

"Fuck..." he gasped out, voice quivering as her pace quickened. Her other hand dove in, lightly fondling his balls with delicate caresses that left him trembling. The rush was intoxicating—a fierce blend of ecstasy and agony poised to swallow him entirely.

Right on the brink of exploding, Sophia halted suddenly, her grip clamping down at the root of his cock to block the surging climax. "Not yet," she murmured huskily, her tone dripping with raw hunger.

Ethan let out a groan of pure frustration, his body quaking with desperate longing. "My Lady..." he begged, his voice hoarse and urgent.

Sophia drew nearer, her lips grazing his ear as she breathed, "Just a moment ago you were resisting not wanting to marry me but now."

"So now do you agree to marry me?"

Hearing this, Ethan protested silently in his mind.

Cheating....This is absolutely cheating..

’It’s you who told me to act as an unmarried man who didn’t want to engage but was forced by the woman and now you are playing with me.’

This was too much.