The overwhelmingly large manhood felt like it would tear her entrance. Even though she was wet enough for fluids to flow between her b*ttocks, she whimpered as she struggled to take him in.

“Melissa.”

He kissed her with a suppressed voice.

Slowly, very slowly, he pushed in.

Though the movement was extremely slow, the tip of his manhood precisely hit the spot that made Melissa feel, sending shivers up from her waist.

“Ah, uh…”

“You’re so tight.”

He looked down at her with a satisfied expression. He held her head with both hands, leaving her nowhere to escape as he kissed her eyes, nose, cheeks, and sucked on her earlobe.

Smack, smack, slurp, he was practically devouring her small face, making it impossible to breathe. The thing buried below grew even larger than what she thought was already its maximum size.

It felt like being pierced by a massive iron rod heated in a furnace while being kissed. Every time his soft lips landed gently like flower petals on her face, Melissa felt a love like spring.

She used to think that feeling love would always be unconditionally happy and good. But now that she’d reached her longed-for ideal, her heart stung and ached in ways she hadn’t imagined.

“Uh, hnngh…”

She cried out in pain.

Unlike her body, which was dutifully wet and accepting him, her heart was crumbling bit by bit like cookie crumbs falling apart.

He thought Melissa was in pain and fondled their connection with his hand. After checking that her stretched opening and his lower part were well lubricated, he kissed her ear.

He considerately pushed his lower part in gently, then pulled it out. When Melissa whined and twisted her waist feeling empty inside, his large c*ck pushed back in response. Then her entrance stretched tightly again to accept him like the first time.

“Haa.”

The heat spreading throughout her body and the adrenaline piercing her head dominated her. Her lower body tensed so much that her toes curled naturally.

Melissa melted and softened in the heat. It felt like her sense of self was disappearing, consumed by this heat.

He whispered lowly in the ear of the sobbing woman.

“Mel… You’re so beautiful, too much.”

Though the movements were slow, each firm thrust persistently tormented the parts that made her feel good until she thought she’d go crazy. Independent of her will, she lifted her hips and swayed them as though she were in heat.

As he increased his speed, her insides began to boil. The wet sounds of thrusting – thump, thump, thump – continued as the heat grew increasingly intense.

Finally reaching the boiling point, the woman found herself wanting him to thrust harder, harder, harder. For a moment it felt so good she could lose her reason, thinking it couldn’t be helped if she lost herself.

Melissa collapsed helplessly. She couldn’t even think about escaping his embrace.

The man who had been thrusting fiercely raised his waist like mounting a horse and looked down at her arrogantly.

Though his eyes were equally clouded with lust, the man’s eyes were shadowed with intense possessiveness.

While forcefully thrusting his hips up, his hand gripped not her br*ast but her arm where Selheim’s brand was marked. It was a rough touch as if he wanted to scratch off the brand.

“Hngh, ha, ah!”

His hip movements grew faster. Though no one spoke of that brand out loud, Reizen’s fierce gaze was enough to feel his antipathy.

For a moment, such a thought crossed her mind.

‘Where are we going?’

They were silently drifting somewhere, and Melissa was so afraid of that.

The man bent down and bit her earlobe quite hard. When Melissa let out a short scream like a small animal, he commanded scratchily.

“Focus.”

The reason Reizen frequently pounced on her must be to neutralize Selheim’s brand.

She knew he was being as considerate as possible without words to prevent her from thinking of Selheim because of the brand. But…

“Look at me properly, Melissa.”

His hands, rough with calluses, grabbed her cheeks and turned her face. Her mouth opened at the movement, letting saliva that had pooled spill out.

“Ah.”

The man’s eyes she met head-on seemed unfamiliar. They were strangely different from before. He was shaking like turbulent waves, with an edge to him. He looked dangerous, as if he might draw a sword and cut down anyone who crossed him even slightly.

The s*x was particularly rough today.

It felt like a wounded beast ravenously taking its prey out of hunger. This body was saved by him anyway. She spread her arms and accepted him, letting him devour her as much as he wanted.

She held onto him with her arms wrapped around his neck, swaying aimlessly. Hot drool dripped from the beast, falling onto her skin.

Melissa sobbed.

“Hnngh, ha, ah…!”

Her surroundings grew blurry. The ceiling shook wildly, and her ears were deafened by the pounding, pounding sounds. Her face, streaked with tears, contorted intensely. Her eyes rolled back white and she panted for breath the whole time she received his kisses.

The man who had been wildly moving his hips found her peak with his fingertips and gently circled it. The woman who was already close to climax suddenly saw darkness even with her eyes open.

In the darkness, stars burst and something exploded in her head.

“Haah, ah, st-stop, st, hah!”

Please, please, she begged while scratching his broad back with her nails. Though he knew her sharp nails were piercing his skin, the man didn’t stop.

He drove into her even more beast-like. He was a relentless man who ultimately devoured everything of hers, leaving only the two of them in the world.

Reaching his limit, Reizen’s expression contorted as he rubbed her cl*toris.

“Haa, ngh!”

The man who never made a sound no matter how intensely they moved in bed now moaned as he felt her gripping him tightly like an alligator refusing to let go.

The brow of the man thrusting violently below furrowed fiercely. His eyes were unfocused as if he’d lost his mind.

Unwilling to leave her inside even for a moment until the end, the stubborn man thrust his hips one more time and poured his fluid copiously inside her body.

He pulled her small frame into his embrace.

Time seemed to have stopped somehow.

No, perhaps both of them wished it would stop. Melissa’s tears grew lukewarm. Reizen silently stroked her sweat-dampened hair.

* * *

After lunch in the afternoon.

The hotel staff had finished loading the luggage, and with the ship at the port warmed up, the group moved in the car driven by Reizen.

When they arrived at the port, the mountain-like cargo ship let out a huge whale-like cry – whooooo – while spewing black coal smoke.

It was such an enormous sound that even the ground vibrated. It was so loud that even Clara’s voice seemed quiet in comparison.

Arthur took off his hat and, saying farewell, took care of Clara. As the ship roared a second time as if it was urging them, Rael stepped forward in front of Melissa.

“We had lunch by ourselves. You two seemed busy.”

Melissa’s face turned bright red at Rael’s words. Too embarrassed to even meet her eyes, she hung her head low, and Rael hugged her understandingly.

“It’s okay. Late-learned theft is the scariest, isn’t it? Isn’t there a saying like that? The quiet cat on the kitchen counter first…”

“Rael!”

“I’m glad you’re loved, Melissa.”

The first part was a joke, but the last part was sincere.

“You deserve to be loved.”

Rael’s words, delivered awkwardly in a stiff tone, felt like they carved out a scoop of Melissa’s heart.

She never thought she’d hear such words from Rael in her life. Melissa stroked Rael’s gloved left hand while crying.

If only I had saved you sooner. Then this hand could have been intact.

Melissa spoke in a choked voice.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, now.”

“Just… everything. For not understanding your feelings, for failing to be a proper sister, and for sending you off alone like this.”

“Melissa.”

Rael pulled Melissa from her embrace and rolled her eyes.

“We’re family connected by blood and we look very similar, but we’re clearly different people. We can’t know each other’s hearts completely, and we can’t live together forever. We have to live our own lives. Wherever we are, well.”

When did this troublemaking young girl grow up to be such an adult?

“Understand? I’m saying there’s no need to be sorry.”

Melissa smiled with curved eyes as Rael wiped her tears with her fingers.

“Yes.”

“And… actually, I’m the one who should apologize, Melissa.”

Rael spoke with her nose turning red, tears were welling up. Her gaze, which seemed to be looking at the ground, was actually directed at Melissa’s ankle.

“I’m sorry for leaving you like that in Sorbet.”

She had been constantly worried about the ankle wound that came from wearing iron shackles in the cold prison.

Melissa hugged Rael again. This time she patted the crying Rael’s back and said,

“I’m… sorry for running away and leaving you behind.”