Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 217: You Can't Sleep Yet

"Don't be scared. I'll be gentle," Chandler whispered as he held her in his arms, leaning down to kiss her softly to comfort her.

Mariella calmed down a bit. "Do you even know how to do it?"

He nodded seriously. "I actually went to ask Dr. Lester about it. He explained what physically happens on a wedding night and what couples should pay attention to. He even gave me a flash drive."

Mariella was totally stunned. "What?!"

He actually went to a doctor for something like this?! And of all people, he asked Matthew!

It felt unreal and way too shocking.

Chandler thought she was reacting to the last part and quickly clarified, "Not the kind of videos you're thinking of. They're educational medical videos—basic sex education that's meant for public use."

Mariella still looked dazed. "Did... Dr. Lester say anything else?"

He thought for a moment. "He said you chose the right person. Your decision wasn't wrong. He also told me to be patient—that you're a good girl and should be treated gently."

She slowly processed his words and understood what Matthew really meant.

Chandler might be skilled in many things, but when it came to sex, he basically knew nothing.

The fact that he went out of his way to ask a doctor showed he was disciplined and didn't mess around. More than that, it showed how careful and considerate he was toward her, and how seriously he took their relationship.

Matthew was probably sincerely happy for her.

...

Chandler carried Mariella into the storage space villa.

After several upgrades, the villa had become a seven-story building—five floors above ground and two basement levels, with over 10,000 square feet in total.

The interior was beautifully furnished, and even the ceiling height and layout could be adjusted as the space expanded.

All the furniture had been picked out by Mariella and Chandler together from furniture expos.

Luckily, they had cleared out an entire furniture mall, or they never would have had enough pieces to furnish all five floors.

The first floor had furniture they picked out together, but the main bedroom on the second floor was chosen entirely by Mariella.

Chandler also had his own bedroom. Whenever special situations happened, he would stay overnight in the villa with her.

For their first time, he chose to go into her bedroom.

Mariella hugged his neck and teased, "I also want to watch those videos Dr. Lester gave you."

Things like that should be studied together. It would be more interesting that way.

She couldn't let him know everything while she knew nothing. She worried he might take advantage of her.

"I can teach you," Chandler said. Since every moment of the night mattered, he offered a compromise. "After we're done, we can watch them together and review everything."

...

Mariella had overestimated herself and underestimated the stamina of a retired special forces soldier.

That "review afterward" turned into getting pulled back into it again and again.

By the time it finally ended, she felt like her waist was about to break.

Then he turned on the big bedroom TV and played the flash drive video.

It really was proper sex education. Animated clips showed different positions, what to watch for during intimacy, and how to handle emergencies and first aid.

For example, it mentioned ovarian injury from too much force, or penile injury from the wrong angle, and similar situations.

Mariella felt her scalp tingle while watching. She looked at the man on the bed and sighed. "I had no idea sex could be so dangerous!"

Chandler quickly adjusted the progress bar and skipped past the emergency sections so it wouldn't kill the mood.

"Those are rare cases," he said firmly. "I won't get hurt. I'm not that fragile."

Mariella also tried to reassure him. "Don't worry. I won't get injured either. I'm not made of paper."

Too bad she was a little too confident.

What she should have said was that she was delicate and needed to be handled carefully.

Instead, he took it as her being tough.

After the first round, she collapsed into his arms, too tired to move at all.

She seriously suspected he treated this like physical training.

Just as she was about to fall asleep from exhaustion, he replayed the video again and insisted on "reviewing."

This time, he only focused on positions and discussed them seriously with her, like studying battle strategies, even asking which ones she liked.

Mariella was speechless.

And just like that, they spent a very long time practicing and studying together.

...

She didn't know how long had passed before she finally weakly waved her hand. "No more. I need sleep."

No one was allowed to stop her from sleeping. Anyone who did would regret it.

Chandler immediately stopped her. "You can't sleep yet!"

Before she could get mad, he quickly added, "Sleep after we leave the storage space. We can't waste the remaining storage time."