His thick hand delved between her thighs. The hand that caressed her bare thighs slowly stroked her still-wet lower region.

Melissa’s opening was sticky with a mixture of love juices and s*men. Just rubbing it with the side of his hand made the amount of fluid increase quickly, becoming slick again.

Reizen scooped up the mucus from her lower part and spread his five fingers to show her. The viscous liquid stretched between his fingers like webbing, emitting a tangy scent.

“See, it needs cleaning, doesn’t it?”

Melissa’s face turned bright red.

“Spread them, Mel…”

She helplessly relaxed her legs. While lying down, her two legs spread apart. As they did, her l*bia opened with a sticky sound due to the viscosity of the fluids coating her private parts.

Startled by that expl＊cit sound, Melissa let out a small “Hic!” She tried to close her legs, thinking it was a wrong decision, but the man grabbed her thighs to stop her.

It was the first time she had shown her lower parts so clearly to him with the gas lamp still lit. Melissa bit her lower lip with her eyes tightly shut, her face burning with intense heat.

Reizen held one of her spread thighs and gently patted the inside clean with the warm wet towel. He was probably doing this service for his wife who would find it difficult to go out and shower at this late hour, but the area he was cleaning happened to be that particular place, so the heat wouldn’t subside.

“Hmm.”

A hot breath escaped.

He was simply wiping her lower region thoroughly with a towel soaked in warm water, but each time the man’s thick hand touched her, Melissa’s hips jerked.

“Almost done.”

When that low voice whispered, breathing into her ear, Melissa’s lower region began to get wet again. As her body became dry and clean, Reizen was about to put away the towel saying it was done, but he touched and rubbed her lower part and smiled, apparently finding it cute.

“Don’t tell me you’re aroused by this, Mel?”

“…”

Melissa shook her head vigorously and covered her bright red face with the blanket.

Then she heard a snicker.

“The proper lady shows herself so clearly when asked to show her lower parts. And makes her hole wet all on her own.”

“D-don’t say such things…”

“Oh? It’s even wetter now.”

The man who had been fingering her lower part, which had gotten wet again after he had just cleaned it, smiled with his eyes curved in pleasure.

“Ah, what should I do? You’re so cute, Mel…”

He covered his mouth with his other hand and chuckled.

Embarrassed by his reaction, Melissa got up abruptly from her spot, sniffling. Her swollen eyes were red, suggesting she felt humiliated, but her expression was that of someone who had made a big decision.

Melissa wanted to show him that she wasn’t just a cute person but a sensual woman. She wanted to be seen as a mature woman like Florence or Emerson, not compared to a squirrel or a child.

Having decided to show him her true self, Melissa pushed Reizen down on the bed. With her own version of a fierce gaze, she crawled up his body and fumbled over his clothes.

Reizen had always been the one to touch her, but this was the first time she had actively initiated intimacy.

n*ked, Melissa climbed onto his large body, straddled him between her legs, lowered her upper body, and kissed his lips. Reizen gladly responded to Melissa’s provocative seduction. No, rather, seemingly waiting for it all along, he raised his arms while lying down and took off his top, tossing it aside.

Melissa fumbled with the buckle of his pants. Having never undone a man’s buckle before, she awkwardly fidgeted with it, which was so cute that he almost laughed again, but Reizen deliberately held back.

Then he waited for Melissa to do as she pleased, and as soon as she unfastened his buckle, he pulled her neck down again and kissed her.

Melissa pulled away, panting and breathing heavily. Then she grasped Reizen’s organ in her hand and awkwardly stroked it. Reizen let out a hot sigh at her touch.

“Haah…”

Bl＊＊d rushed to the already fully er*ect shaft, making it feel like it might burst. The thought that she wanted him first filled him with an immense sense of satisfaction from deep within.

He twitched his muscular body, which had become hot, resembling something heated by fire. That’s when Melissa aligned the tip of the man’s organ with her vaginal opening.

“Hah, uhmm…”

She slowly lowered her hips with relaxed eyes. Her small squirrel-like hands rested on the man’s abs as she lowered her hips, gently biting down on his organ, causing Reizen to groan with the urge to ej*culate.

“Ha, sh*t…”

This was troublesome if he was already at this point without her even moving yet. He covered his eyes with one arm while lying down. The ecstasy continued in the pitch-black darkness.

Squelch, slick, squish…

Every time Melissa carefully moved her hips from below, biting down on his c*ck, he experienced the real-time process of his reason falling apart. For a moment, he even thought he wanted to live like a stallion, thrusting into her for the rest of his life.

At this point, he felt grateful even to his father who had forced the marriage.

If God knew, He would probably dip him in hellfire for being so thoroughly corrupted. But still, it felt good. A love that no one could stop permeated his entire body with heat.

Reizen engraved flowers all over Melissa’s body, leaving marks. It was an act born from the desire to possess her completely, like a brand.

“I love you, Melissa.”

And so, on that winter night, love bloomed like a brand, flowering profusely.

* * *

That morning, when Melissa arrived at the clinic, familiar faces greeted her.

“My lady!”

“My ladyyy!”

It was Laila and Nora.

The two girls, who had been sitting on chairs in the clinic corridor, ran to Melissa as soon as they saw her and threw themselves into her arms.

“Ah…!”

Melissa caught the two crying girls in her arms and embraced them. Buried among the frilled nursing uniform, the two girls tightly hugged different parts of Melissa—one around her waist and the other around her shoulders.

Melissa was bewildered.

“Uh, what? Why, why are you crying…”

Bound by the two maids, Melissa awkwardly jerked like a straw doll.

While she was genuinely happy to see the maids, Melissa was more confused than tearful.

‘Didn’t they find me uncomfortable?’

Back then, when she had felt the boundary between nobles and commoners, she thought that they, as commoners, found her uncomfortable. So she hadn’t expected them to be this happy to see her later…

“My lady, do you know how worried we were?”

But contrary to Melissa’s expectations, it was Nora who got angry first. She looked down at Melissa resentfully and chewed the inside of her mouth.

“We thought you left because we didn’t serve you well enough… we couldn’t even sleep properly every night!”

Looking at the girl whose eyebrows stood up like a caterpillar, Melissa wondered if she had been more afraid of getting in trouble than actually worried about her.

Melissa nodded, saying she understood.

“You must have been troubled because of me, right? I’m late, but I apologize.”

Now that the class system had collapsed, there was no need for them, as commoners, to bow down, and Melissa thought it was only right for her to apologize in this situation, so she spoke politely.

But Nora frowned, appearing to find such an apology unpleasant, and Laila burst into even louder tears.

Melissa had suddenly become the person who made the two girls cry and was stuck in the corridor, unable to do anything. She was patting their backs and trying to comfort them both at the same time, but she couldn’t understand their behavior and was at a loss for what to say.

At that moment, someone came out of the herb room, having heard the noise. She had black hair reaching her shoulders and red eyes. She was a woman with somewhat fierce eyes, with a thin cigar in her mouth.

Melissa’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Rael!”

When she called her name like a scream mixed with crying, Rael, who seemed to have just woken up as she was fixing her disheveled hair, winked and greeted her.

“Been well, Melissa? Still being loved, I see.”

What kind of love was this?

Melissa was simply overwhelmed, trying to comfort the two girls while simultaneously signaling to Rael for help with her eyes.

But Rael leaned against the wall, blowing out cigar smoke with a “whoo.” She spoke with empty eyes, suggesting something was bothering her.

“Sis. I came here and have been doing herb labor in your place before I could even recover from travel fatigue. Why did I have to do that?”

“…”

“Are the people here cross-eyed? Anyone can see that you and I have different hair lengths and different impressions, so why can’t anyone imagine that I might be a different person? Do they lack imagination? I mean, while working, I started wondering why I was doing this kind of thing. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I went to look for you and brother-in-law… Hah. Let’s not even talk about it.”