When the weather turned cold, she would head south to warmer climes. When the heat set in, she would retreat to a high-altitude mountain villa.

This is why she readily believed her father when he promised to send her south.

Seria laced her fingers with Kashan’s, smiling shyly as she nestled closer to him.

“Then this will be your first trip with me?”

“It seems so.”

“I’ve traveled a lot, you know. As someone with experience, I’ll make sure you have a great time!”

She boasted, even though she knew nothing at all about the village they were visiting. Kashan only looked at her fondly, as if she were unbearably adorable.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

***

The royal villa granted by the king was nothing short of luxurious. Although Kashan’s estate was already large and impressive, this place far surpassed it.

In fact, it was the most splendid villa or imperial mansion that Seria had ever seen.

The village itself was quiet and peaceful.

The marketplace bustled in the mornings and evenings, while the afternoons were filled with gentle stillness.

Sunlight scattered across the emerald oasis, glimmering like shards of light, while the cool, dry desert wind brushed softly past her.

Everything was perfect.

The lavish royal villa.

The clean, tranquil village.

The kind villagers.

All of it.

If there was one problem…

“Hic… h-haa, nn, ah! Ka—Kashaan… haah—kh, huaaah…”

It was simply that Kashan had clung to her without rest for days.

“Seria, why do you keep calling my name? Hm?”

Kashan whispered teasingly into her ear and thrust upwards with even greater force. But he didn’t stop there; he slipped his free hand between her soft mounds, parting them until he found her cl*toris.

He pressed his rough thumb against her swollen mucosa and began to rub it persistently. Inside her v*gina, his thick p*nis twitched repeatedly while, outside, his hand stimulated her sensitive spot carelessly.

“Ah, ah!”

Seria’s legs were wide open and trembling. Her small body thrashed around in an attempt to escape his embrace. However, the more she struggled, the tighter his massive, muscle-bound body held her.

Her small pelvis was firmly gripped. A rough hand repeatedly prodded a dark lump of flesh between her parted l*bia. The sound of water sloshing and flesh being crushed filled the luxurious room.

“Whew, the water is still leaking. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Th-that liar… Ugh, hic, I, I know everything now… The water coming out of there… hic, hic!”

Seria struggled to continue speaking, her eyes fluttering as she trailed off. What little she had managed to utter eventually turned into a moan.

The hard, rough shaft of the p*nis scratched against the moist, soft folds of the v*gina. Each time the gl*ns pounded into the cervix, the v*gina contracted and twitched instinctively.

“Your t*ts are swollen like this too.”

Kashan cupped her plump br*asts in one hand, the corners of his mouth curving upwards as he did so. As his rough fingertips gently twisted her er*ect n*pples, her br*asts began to secrete milk.

“Seria, didn’t you say you would please me first? Huh?”

“Eung, hmph, hwah…”

“Haah, I enjoy it the most when you suck my br*asts like this and greedily poke my hole.”

Even as he watched Seria lie limp and barely breathe, he didn’t stop moving his hips.

“Huh, hic, eueung…”

No matter how many times he did it, the thick flesh shaft, which could never fit inside her v*gina, turned crimson and stretched taut without a single wrinkle.

Between them, something dark and squishy repeatedly disappeared and reappeared, rubbing against the flesh. With each rough thrust of the dark red p*nis, the sticky sound filled the space more obscenely.

The swollen, whitish lump of flesh splattered milk messily each time his hand squeezed and released it. Thanks to this, it stained every corner of the bed.

“Ugh, ugh…”

Kashan bent down, bringing his face to her n*pple. Squeezing the heavy br*ast from below as if in ecstasy, he opened his mouth wide and bit the tip where milk was overflowing.

He felt hard teeth touch the sensitive n*pple. For a moment, Seria felt a chill run down her spine.

“Ugh, hmph, ka, Kashaan… hic, j, please…”

“Please?”

“T, geumaan…”

“Well, what am I going to do with your milk flowing endlessly?”

Kashan whispered, smiling gently. Then, as if to show off, he sucked hard on her n*pple, making a slurping sound.

“Whew, ah!”

Then, she experienced a tingling sensation and a tickle at the same time. All the milk flowing down the mound was sucked into Kashan’s mouth.

His thick throat rippled and moved. It seemed as though he was swallowing all of Seria’s milk. She gasped, her face flushing red with embarrassment, and covered it.

“There was a time when I thought I wanted a child… but I changed my mind.”

“Ugh, hic, huu…….”

“I can’t give up this precious thing.”

Even as she said that, the sound of wet friction continued to emanate from between her legs. The dirty intruder thrust roughly in and out of her moist v*gina.

Gulp, gulp.

With each movement, a clear, honey-like substance gurgled and poured out of the enlarged vaginal opening. After enduring a long period of suffering, Seria was finally free.

Milk no longer flowed from her swollen br*asts. Although they would fill up again within a few days, she could now breathe easily.

“Finally! I can finally look around the village!”

Seria smiled brightly as she put on her thin silk clothes. Kashan, too, looked different in his casual clothes rather than his usual armor.

His clothes were draped over one shoulder, revealing his muscular chest and toned abs. When Seria had finished getting ready and emerged, she saw Kashan’s body and blushed with surprise.

“Um, um, but Kashan…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Th-that outfit… Are you really going out dressed like that?”

“The temperature here is high, so most people dress like this, I was told.”

“Ah…”

Seria let out a short sigh and looked helpless. She then quickly averted her gaze and opened her mouth, mumbling in a small voice.

“I think other women might stare…”

“Are you jealous?”

At the word jealousy, Seria’s face grew even hotter. Jealousy, of all things.

‘Me, jealous?’

As a child, she had been taught that only women with small hearts behaved in that way.

However, the thought of any other woman seeing Kashan n*ked, something she believed she should be the only person to witness, made her stomach twist.

Seria couldn’t bring herself to say anything more and just pouted.

“Hm? Seria. What is it? You look like you’re pouting.”

Sharp-eyed Kashan said that, gently taking Seria’s hand.

“I don’t know. I feel strange. I just… I wish other women wouldn’t look at your body. I want to be the only one to see it…”

In response to Seria’s candid complaint, Kashan let out a warm, amused laugh. Without hesitating, he changed his clothes and adjusted his attire exactly as she wanted.

His upper body was now covered by the fabric, with only the solid lines of his muscular arms remaining visible.

But outside, the temperature was climbing towards 40°C.

“Is that better now?”

“I-I didn’t mean for you to change…”

In contrast to Seria, who felt bad belatedly, Kashan was simply delighted. He smiled brightly, took Seria’s hand, and walked out of the villa.

“Um… Kashan.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you. Because of me…”

“I can do anything if you want it. It’s just an outfit.”

Even under the sweltering sun, Kashan did not show any discomfort, shrugging his shoulders casually.

The sun was high above their heads.