Despite the pain, Scarlett didn't want him to stop. She wanted this closeness with Andrew. She wanted to feel all of him.
After a few more gentle thrusts, the burning sensation slowly began to change. The ache remained, but a new, warmer feeling started spreading through her lower body, a strange, fluttering pleasure that mixed with the discomfort.
Andrew noticed the subtle shift in her expression. He kissed her deeply, then murmured against her lips, "You feel so good, Scarlett… so warm and tight around me. I love you."
He gradually increased his pace, still keeping each thrust controlled and loving. His hips rolled smoothly, pressing deeper with every movement. One of his hands slid down to gently rub her clit in slow circles, trying to help her feel more pleasure.
Scarlett let out a soft, broken moan. The combination of his careful thrusts and the stimulation on her most sensitive spot started turning the pain into something else, something deeper and more intense.
Her hands moved from his shoulders to his back, pulling him closer.
"Andrew…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "It still hurts… but… it also feels… strange… good…"
Andrew smiled tenderly and kissed her again, longer this time.
"That's it… just relax and feel me," he said softly. "I'm right here with you. We're doing this together."
He continued making love to her with slow, deep strokes, his body pressed flush against hers. Their skin grew slick with a light sheen of sweat. Every thrust sent ripples of building pleasure through Scarlett, gradually overpowering the remaining pain.
She started moving her hips tentatively to meet his, her breathing turning into soft, needy gasps.
Andrew groaned quietly, resting his forehead against hers.
"I love you, Scarlett… my beautiful Scarlett…"
Scarlett's eyes, which had been squeezed shut, slowly opened. She looked up at him with misty, vulnerable eyes and whispered back,
"I love you too… don't stop…"
The pain was still there, but it had become bearable, almost secondary to the growing waves of pleasure and the overwhelming intimacy of their first time together.
Andrew kept his rhythm slow and steady, each thrust deep but gentle, giving Scarlett time to adjust. He could feel her body slowly relaxing around him, the tight resistance easing little by little.
The sharp pain that had made Scarlett curse Suzanne in her mind was finally beginning to fade. What replaced it was a warm, full, fluttering sensation that spread through her lower belly with every movement.
"Ah… Andrew…" she breathed, her voice shaky but no longer pained.
He kissed her deeply, swallowing her soft gasps as he rolled his hips in a slow, loving rhythm. One hand stayed between them, gently circling her clit while the other cradled the back of her head.
"You're doing so well," he whispered against her lips. "You feel incredible… so warm and tight around me. I love being inside you like this."
Scarlett's eyes fluttered open. The discomfort was almost gone now, replaced by waves of deep, building pleasure. Her hips started moving on their own, timidly meeting his thrusts.
"It doesn't hurt anymore…" she whispered, surprised. "It feels… full… and good…"
Andrew smiled tenderly and kissed her again, longer this time, their tongues brushing softly. He gradually increased his pace, still careful but no longer holding back completely.
Every thrust now sent sparks of pleasure through Scarlett's body. Her hands clutched his back, nails digging in as soft moans escaped her lips. She could feel every inch of him moving inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.
Andrew groaned quietly, resting his forehead against hers.
"I love you, Scarlett… I love you so much."
Those words made something inside her melt. She pulled him closer, kissing him with growing hunger as pleasure continued to build.
Their bodies moved together in slow, intimate moments, skin against skin, breath against breath. The pain was completely gone now, replaced by a deep, throbbing ecstasy that made Scarlett's toes curl.
"Andrew… faster…" she whispered shyly, her voice trembling with need.
He obeyed, thrusting deeper and a little faster while still keeping it loving. The wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies joining filled the quiet bedroom.
Scarlett's moans grew louder and sweeter. Her inner walls started fluttering around him as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
"I'm… I'm close…" she gasped, hiding her face in his neck.
"Me too," Andrew groaned, kissing her temple. "Come with me, Scarlett… Let go."
A few more deep, loving thrusts pushed them both over the edge.
Scarlett cried out softly as her first orgasm washed over her, her body clenching tightly around him. Waves of intense pleasure made her tremble beneath him.
Andrew followed right after, burying himself deep inside her with a low, shuddering groan. He came hard, filling her with warm pulses as he held her close, kissing her through both their climaxes.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing heavily, bodies pressed flush against each other.
Andrew gently brushed damp strands of hair from her face and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, soft, reverent kisses.
"You were perfect," he whispered, voice full of love. "Thank you for trusting me."
Scarlett, still catching her breath, wrapped her arms around him tightly. A small, shy smile appeared on her flushed face.
"I love you too…" she murmured, her voice soft and content.
Andrew stayed inside her a little longer, holding her close as they both came down from their first shared climax.
---
As the night passed, and since Andrew was woken up in the evening, he was full of energy, he wanted to savour this night completely.
He fucked her three time, before getting satisfied.
But just after enjoying everything, Andrew thought of getting some rest.
He lazily lay down beside Scarlett, feeling both physically and mentally exhausted.
However… something felt off.
He turned his head and found Scarlett staring at him. But this wasn't the soft, shy, and tender gaze from before.
Her expression was calm… too calm, cold, even.
Andrew's heart skipped a beat.
"What… happened?" he asked cautiously.
He couldn't help but think, 'Don't tell me she's regretting it already? Wasn't everything fine just now?'
Then she spoke, "Your self-criticism letter is still not completed."
"...What?"
Andrew froze hearing this. For a moment, he thought he had misheard.
But Scarlett simply looked at him, her tone indifferent, as if discussing something completely normal.
"You haven't finished it."
Andrew stared at her in disbelief. This woman… is she even human?!
We just, just now, were so much intimate, and she's still thinking about that stupid letter?!
His face twitched slightly.
Even so, under Scarlett's calm yet oppressive gaze, Andrew silently got up.
Yes, he got up completely naked.
Like a defeated soldier walking toward his execution.
He picked up a pen and paper and began writing his self-criticism.
Behind him, Scarlett calmly pulled the blanket over herself, turned slightly to the side, and spoke in a flat tone, "Write properly."
"...Got it." Andrew gritted his teeth.
He knew very well, if Scarlett checked it later, she definitely wouldn't count punctuation marks.
Which meant… He had to write even more.
As he wrote, his thoughts became increasingly resentful.
'Sigh… couldn't she show even a little mercy? I made her brown sugar tea… cooked oatmeal for her… And just now when I took her virginity… she was clinging to me, saying "I love you" in that soft voice. And now look at her!'
'Cold! Ruthless! Completely heartless!'
Andrew paused for a moment, then secretly glanced back.
Scarlett had already turned away from him, lying quietly under the blanket.
Her posture was calm and composed… But her ears, barely visible through her hair, were slightly red.
Andrew blinked… Wait. Don't tell me… she's embarrassed?
Just as that thought appeared, "Why did you stop?"
Scarlett's voice came, slightly colder than before, "Keep writing."
"...Yes." Andrew immediately lowered his head and continued writing.
'Nope. Definitely not embarrassed. She's a devil.'
Time passed slowly.
The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of pen scratching against paper.
By the time the clock passed three in the morning, Andrew finally managed to scrape together 800 characters.
"Finally… done…"
His hand trembled slightly as he threw the pen onto the desk like a man who had just survived a catastrophe.
Taking a deep breath, he turned around with the paper in hand.
"Here. Finished."
Scarlett slowly sat up, the blanket slipping slightly from her shoulders.
She took the paper, glanced at it…
Then frowned slightly.
Andrew's heart instantly tightened. "Too short."
"...What?!"
"Rewrite it."
Andrew: "..."
At that moment, he felt that life had lost all meaning.
---
After some half an hour, he finally rewrote again.
"Finally done."
Andrew threw the pen onto the desk as if relieved of a great burden and turned to show it to Scarlett.
Unexpectedly, Scarlett had already fallen asleep.
"Scarlett?"
"Scarlett?"
"Devil Scarlett?"
Andrew tried calling out a few times, but there was no response. He confirmed that Scarlett was fast asleep.
It wasn't surprising. She had been tired from the two-day business trip, plus that activity they both do together; she must be exhausted.
Seeing her falling asleep, he climbed on the bed, after putting the self-criticism note. And took her in his arms, before putting the quilt on his.
"Although she is beautiful, tender and gentle one moment. But another moment she is the devil. She can't set the grudges aside, even what happened between us."
Looking at Scarlett in his arms, who resembled Sleeping Beauty, Andrew took a deep breath, "I can't imagine how she just in a few seconds turned from angel to devil."
"She's really so beautiful." Andrew let out an exclamation.
But after what happened, he also realized that Scarlett was only cold and strong on the surface; deep down, she was still a girl who needed care.
And he will properly care for her, even if she is a little bit cold and aloof. "Perhaps Scarlett experienced something that made her maintain this aloof demeanor, deliberately preventing others from getting close?"
---
The next morning, when Scarlett woke up, she saw Andrew was still lying beside her, while his arms were holding her.
Because Andrew had slept all day yesterday, and then the night activities, he must be tired and falls asleep nearly at morning.
Scarlett looked at Andrew sleeping soundly, and the corner of her mouth curved slightly.
"Hmph, he actually called me Devil directly while I was sleeping last night. Don't think I didn't hear it."
Scarlett wasn't pretending to sleep last night. She had just entered sleep and wasn't deeply asleep, vaguely sensing the movement, but she was too tired to open her eyes.
She naturally knew that Andrew had completed the self-criticism letter, and then held her in his arms while complaining about her, calling her devil, he has fallen asleep.
She had also heard Andrew complimenting her beauty.
Scarlett smiled and gently rubbed Andrew's mouth, "Although you called me Devil, but considering you complimented my beauty, and since you are my boyfriend now, I won't pursue the matter."
After washing up, Scarlett ate breakfast while reading the self-criticism Andrew had written.
The handwriting was relatively neat, but it was all cursive, which made it a bit tiring for Scarlett to read. It was also evident that Andrew hadn't put much effort into writing this self-criticism.
A few sentences made Scarlett unable to suppress a smile.
Especially the last sentence, which truly made Scarlett laugh out loud.
["I guarantee that in the future I will resolutely obey the instructions and orders of Professor Scarlett, without the slightest objection. If I ever offend again, I will accept any punishment."]
"This guy, writing my words like a military order, as if I'll have him executed if he doesn't listen."
After finishing the self-criticism, Scarlett smiled and turned to look at Andrew: "But this is what you said yourself. I will save this self-criticism together with the 'Last Will and Testament' you wrote last time."