Chapter 6 My First Time

Although I could mimic Diana's voice, I said nothing to not expose myself. He entered me. That was my first time, and I was a little scared. There was a moment where I let slip a quiver amidst his low growls. Perhaps sensing my fear, he pressed himself against my ear and comforted me, "Relax. I'll be gentle." My pain quickly turned to pleasure under his gentle movements. There was not an ounce of ferocity he had during the day. Perhaps he thought I was Diana? He placed his hand behind my head and pressed himself on me so that I could not move. He kissed me on the lips, and I gave up resisting, enjoying this long, deep kiss. When everything ended and he pulled out of me, my strength was utterly depleted. I fell listlessly into his arms as he hugged me from behind. I was just about to get up when I could feel his hot breath on me. He was much more lustful than a moment ago. Then came another round of being pinned under him. His movements were much more aggressive than before. After it ended, I snuggled in his arms, holding hands. I enjoyed the gentler side of Vincent. He suddenly said, "Diana, I will treat you well, but this is where it ends because this is my responsibility." I asked, "Vincent?" "Yes?" "Then, why did you marry me when there are so many others who would want to marry you?" He paused. "Perhaps because I like your scent. That's all." Vincent wanted to make a mark on my neck, but I avoided it. He was a little confused. "What is it?" I stuttered and said, "L-Let's do it tomorrow instead! It's late! We should sleep!" Vincent calmly replied, "Alright." I hugged him tightly as if I was responding to him on Diana's behalf. He did not hug me back, merely putting one arm around me. He fell asleep like that, but I was not sleepy, so I held his hand. He was my first man, but he did not love me. Late in the night, once Vincent was asleep and the bell rang, I put on clothes and walked out of Diana's room. Diana was waiting for me by the door. She looked in a daze as if she had just gone through the same thing as me. She smiled at me. "Not bad, Jasmine." She entered the room. Through the crack of the door, I saw Diana taking off her clothes and snuggling up to Vincent. Vincent pulled her in his arms. I was sad, but I could not tell anyone about this, so I had to swallow the bitterness. I returned to my storage room. When I lay down, my lower body still hurt. All I could think of was Vincent's face. I fantasized about Vicent saying "I love you!" to me. But I was a weakling. I was not worthy of him! I tried another time to awaken my wolf, hoping she would quickly take over my body and help me escape from this world. However, my wolf did not respond. I curled up and hugged myself in frustration. I was a failure! I could not even shapeshift! My wolf has abandoned me. I sobbed thinking about it. I hugged my knees and buried my head between them, sobbing uncontrollably. As dawn came, the first rays of the sun shone through my window, announcing the start of a new day. I took off the fake eyeball to reveal my black eye. It looked so out of place, but this was a fact I could not change! I got up and headed to the kitchen to start my day's work. When I was working on the bellows, Mrs. Carson said to me, "Jasmine, Princess Diana has asked you to serve the meal. Chop! Chop!" I washed my hands and carried breakfast to the dining hall. After I placed breakfast on the table, Vincent and Diana arrived. I did not dare to look at Vincent, afraid that he would recognize me. However, some part of me hoped that he would recognize me. I blushed. My hopes were soon extinguished. He only had eyes for Diana. Diana had her arms around Vincent's arm, chatting and flirting with him. "Last night was amazing!" Diana noticed I was standing by the dining table. "Come here!" I headed over. "Yes, Princess?" Diana said curtly, "Where's my butter?" I lowered my head. "I'm sorry, Princess! I'll go get it right away!" "You don't have to go! You go!" Diana pointed to the servant next to me. Vincent looked at me blankly. "Aren't you Princess Jasmine?" "Yes, Your Majesty!" I replied. He looked at me with a hint of pity. "Since you're a princess, why are you dressed this way? A princess should look like a princess." Diana panicked a little. She held Vincent's arm. "Don't worry. I'll reinstate her position as a princess." At that moment, my father and stepmother arrived at the dining hall too. They chatted with each other. The issue of reinstating my position was brought up too. My father and stepmother were reluctant to do so, but because of Vincent, they decided to reinstate me the next day. An older servant walked over to my stepmother, showing her the bed sheets. My stepmother smiled at Vincent. "You've done a great job, Your Majesty!" Vincent looked at the sheets and smiled in response. If I guessed correctly that patch of blood was mine. Diana was using me for the credit! Could it be that Diana was no longer a virgin, so she got me to sleep with Vincent instead? I was deeply shocked, but I did not show it on my face. When everyone had finished eating and left, Diana pulled me to a corner. "Jasmine, since Vincent has made you a princess once more, you'll be my personal servant and follow me at all times." I asked, "Why?" Diana touched my face. "Why? Just because of how you look at Vincent just now. Don't forget that you're just my substitute, my dear sister. You can forget about ever having Vincent." She leaned in closer to my ear and said, "Vincent must have been amazing last night, right? Seeing the blood on the sheets, I knew you must have enjoyed it." Then, she turned and left. "By the way, don't forget. You'll be my personal servant! You'll also be Princess Jasmine of George!" That evening during dinner, Diana headed to the ladies' room, leaving me and Vincent alone.