I’m Going to Marry a French Girl Who Is a Sex Monster

Chapter 2: The First Night

After finishing the meal, we went straight to the top floor using the elevator to stand in front of a suite-like room, touching it with the room card.

She had been humming a tune since earlier, seeming quite pleased, but I was nowhere near that state.

To begin with, I’m a virgin.

If I had known this would happen, I should have looked up night-time manners along with dining etiquette.

Thinking this, I stepped inside to find an amazing interior and a spectacular view.

A super famous hotel suite I had only seen on TV…

“…Wow,” I inadvertently muttered, and she laughed happily.

She then began to show me around the room.

A vast living area with a transparent, luxurious bath overlooking the outside scenery.

An incredibly spacious bedroom with what looked like soft pillows…

It felt like I had been transported to another world.

Finally, back in the bedroom, she said, “Well then, I’ll go take a bath. You can peek if you want?” and left.

Sitting on the soft bed, I started to think, adopting the thinker pose.

…Oh man, what am I supposed to do now!

Should I look up how to have good sex right now!? Would that even help in time!? Plus, is it really okay to peek!?

My head was already in panic mode.

…Calm down, me.

Good results won’t come from panicking.

But really… is it okay to go through with this?

Of course, it’s not that I don’t want to.

But somehow, it feels off.

This kind of thing, there should be a proper order, like falling in love, dating, going on dates, and doing it about three months later, right?

Is this a clash of values…?

While thinking about this, about 40 minutes had passed without me noticing.

Still pondering what to do, I took out my phone to look up ‘first time sex manners,’ when the door opened.

There she stood, looking amazing but slightly angry.

“!?”

“…Why didn’t you come to peek? Don’t you want to see me naked?… Don’t you… have any interest in me? Or did you see me and… got turned off?”

“No, no, no, no! That’s not true! Erna, you’re very attractive!”

“…Then why didn’t you come?” she said, approaching me.

I accidentally dropped my phone in panic.

I dodged her and said, “I-I’ll go take a bath too!” managing to slip past her.

After leaving the room, I realized something.

Ah, my phone…

Going back to retrieve it, I found her looking at my phone.

She then turned the screen towards me and said, “Oh, so Momiji was a cherry, huh. Sorry for rushing you,” laughing.

Feeling even more embarrassed, I quickly closed the door and headed straight for the bathroom.

Damn, that’s so embarrassing…

Being found out I’m a virgin is one thing, but this way is just too humiliating!

I threw my suit aside and took a shower, when the bathroom door slightly opened.

Her gaze was fixed on me through the crack.

She came to peek! I’ll pretend I didn’t notice.

I continued my shower as if nothing happened and headed towards the changing area to find the door already closed.

…She saw my literal Little Momiji.

After drying my hair and brushing my teeth, I put on the hotel’s pajamas and went to the bedroom.

The room was already dim, and Erna was looking at the view from the bedroom.

“…Oh, Momiji’s here. I peeked properly, you know?” she said, laughing cutely.

Her smile was so adorable I couldn’t look directly at it.

“And, I’m a virgin too, so don’t worry? But I’ve masturbated a lot, so I don’t think it’ll hurt,” she confessed.

Honestly, if I had experience, maybe I’d go with the flow.

But this is my first time, and we’re practically strangers.

I didn’t have the courage for that.

Once in bed, she immediately snuggled up to me.

“Eh-heh… Momiji…” Gone was the elegant atmosphere from before, now she was like a cuddly pet.

However, I gathered my resolve and said,

“E-excuse me… c-can we… not do it today?”

Her face then turned very sad.

“…So you don’t want to do it with me after all?”

“I-it’s not like that! It’s just… I want to… know each other better first. If Erna’s also a virgin, then even more so… I want it to be proper…”

“…So when will we do it?”

“…In two months or so,” I said, then she pinched my side.

“Ouch!?”

“…Being with someone you like for two months without doing it is torture. At least, one week. If possible, the day after tomorrow? I’ve been holding back for a week for this day, and I feel like I might go crazy,” she said, wrapping her leg around mine.

“L-like… you really like me?”

“…I like you. I love you. At first, I thought marrying right away was crazy, but… I felt it was fate when we met. It was my first love at first sight. Above all, I can feel you cherishing me now… I’ve fallen in love to the point of going mad. Is that weird?”

She said this while looking straight into my eyes, her face blushing.

“I-I don’t think that’s weird…” I said, and she pinched my side again, this time more gently.

“…Drop the formalities. It feels distant.”

“S-sorry…”

“…I understand. If Momiji says so, we’ll stop today. Instead, we’ll cuddle a lot. Kissing is okay, right? It’s okay, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“Is it your first kiss?”

“…Yeah.”

“…I see. It’s my first too.”

With that, she closed her eyes and moved closer to my face.

I closed my eyes too.

Our lips touched gently.