The shaft, which he didn’t know had room to grow larger, increased in volume just a bit more. Celian’s gaze, who seemed flustered by the sensation of being tightly filled inside, met his as her lips quivered.

Ah, it’s unfair to look at me with such an expression. Izer exhaled and thought to himself.

“Keep looking. Lower your eyes.”

“Why are you still……”

“Stop, kuh, talking…… and keep looking.”

In truth, it probably wasn’t a particularly good sight to see. Izer also admitted that the male organ was aesthetically unpleasant. Especially the more it was envied by others. Sometimes he felt it monstrous that such a thing was attached to himself, let alone from Celian’s perspective.

Moreover, that it was piercing through her body. Even if Celian found it terrifying, it was too late now. Celian, who had obediently looked down as he ordered, was met with the man’s lips crashing into hers.

“……!”

It meant he had fully entered, and that he would start moving in earnest. Having gone through long f*replay and careful insertion, it was also a warning that he would now satisfy his own desires.

Kissing her meant he wouldn’t listen to her words. Slowly, stop, no, wait — he would not accept any refusal. Pushing away her struggling hands and strongly grasping her br*asts, he recalled the dream he had repeatedly for months.

Fortunately, the moans she let out with her mouth blocked didn’t seem to be sounds of refusal.

“Huuh, hmph!”

……It’s hard, go slowly, it might be something like that. Perhaps those words included that it hurt. He consciously ignored the meaning of the words that couldn’t escape her mouth as he thrust his hips.

“Uh……!”

He knows this shouldn’t be happening. The lady beneath him was precious. She was someone he shouldn’t carelessly violate. However, there was no man who wouldn’t be excited by the fact that this precious lady was embracing his thing, and that his was the first she had allowed to enter her.

Even if the despicable word ‘lover’ accompanied the process.

When he lifted his head as if he was doing her a favor, her swollen lips were released. In contrast to the passionate kiss, harsh words struck the dazed woman’s ear.

“Are you enjoying it?”

“I, I……”

Thanks to the lubrication of her love juices, it became much easier for Izer to move. The inner walls that had been gripping him as if to break him off now squeezed him pleasantly, as though the passage had widened.

Yes, it was good. He bit his lip and thought as he frantically thrust his c*ck.

Everything surrounding him was good. Celian Berienne who undressed herself and lay down, Celian Berienne who obediently followed orders under him, Celian Berienne who opened her wet mouth and moaned…

“Huh!”

“Shall I go faster?”

“No, ahh!”

Celian moaned helplessly as she shook.

She wondered what it would feel like to have something enter and exit her body. Now she knew for certain. When he pushed deep inside, the fullness made it hard to breathe, and when he pulled back, emptying her below, she wanted to be filled quickly again due to the rush of emptiness.

Wrapping her legs around the man who had pulled his hips back was an action she took without realizing. Somehow it felt like she should. To fill the empty inside, to be closer, to be connected without any gap.

The man increased his speed at her seemingly impatient action.

“It seems like you want it faster.”

“Hah, ah, ah……”

He thought as he roughly moved his hips back and forth. The pleasure she gave was temporary. Soon everything would return to its place. Their fling would remain as a small memory for the two of them, and she would become the Countess of Winston, while Izer would become a stenographer, sleeping beside a wife whose face he didn’t know.

But that was for the future, and now neither William Winston nor the unknown woman existed. A drop of sweat fell from his black hair onto the woman’s chest. The moisture beading on the red marks looked just like flower petals blooming after rain.

The muscles at the corner of the man’s mouth twitched. His face drew a smile of its own accord. The strength in his eyes, which had been fixed, also relaxed. In the place where instinctive passion had pushed away conscious anger, only pure emotion remained and bloomed.

Celian blinked her dazed eyes.

Izer Ren was smiling. His handsome eyes were curved, and the corners of his mouth were raised high. His red eyes were filled with love, his lips with joy.

It was the response she had longed for. Now it was her turn to respond to his love.

Her arm, wet with sweat, stretched out towards the man.

“Izer, I love you.”

A cold mask was instantly put on the man’s face.

But Celian smiled. She had already seen his true feelings. He might think his act was working, but Celian knew. That they were each other’s king and queen.

Before she could properly feel the mood for once, an org*sm swept through Celian’s entire body. The climax was intuitive and blatant. It was much more certain than the abstract emotion of happiness.

And it was the same for the man. Izer, who had been looking at the s*men scattered on her flat stomach, lowered his body again.

* * *

The spring of that year was particularly rough. Storms raged and rain poured incessantly.

Farmers lamented that all their newly planted seedlings might be ruined. Orchard owners also worried that the flowers had fallen before bearing fruit. There were even ominous stories of someone losing their life to a lightning strike.

It had been over a fortnight since Izer last met Celian. With the villa emptied, his time as a lover had also ended.

The marriage talks between Berienne and Winston were still ongoing. It would probably continue without much trouble. Although the rumors about William Winston weren’t exactly comforting, it wasn’t something Izer could intervene in.

David patted his son’s shoulder.

“The stenographer exam is tomorrow, right? You’ll do well. You’ve inherited my extraordinary handwriting, haven’t you?”

“Don’t be sappy, you’re making Izer uncomfortable. It’s not like this is the only exam, if it doesn’t work out this year, he can try again in two years.”

“It’s alright, Mother.”

His parents disappeared into the bedroom, holding hands tightly. Izer stopped the transcription he had been doing and looked up at the ceiling. The stain from the heavy rain that had seeped through grew larger, and water began to drip onto his head.

Izer clicked his tongue and put on his hood.

He could do simple roof repairs by himself. He nailed boards and hammered away. Only after a long while did he come down from the ladder.

As he was putting the ladder away and opening the barn door, the man flinched. There was someone outside the door.

Izer asked in surprise.

“Who is it?”

Thud. A dull impact sound answered.

* * *

Feet moved in front of his blurry vision.

More precisely, towards his abdomen. A groan burst out.

“Ugh!”

“Looks like he’s come to.”

“Good. I was wondering how long I’d have to wait.”

It was a voice that seemed familiar from somewhere. But there was no time to think about who it belonged to. The kick that had started as one turned into many. The hard thing hitting his shoulders and head seemed to be a wooden club.

There was no time to ask who they were or why they were doing this. He reflexively covered his head with his arms, and felt a terrible pain. It felt like a bone had broken.

“Stop.”

A voice filled with pleasure stopped the one-sided assault. Only then did the feet and clubs flying at Izer stop. A shoe approached in his blood-stained vision.

William Winston looked down at Izer like he was looking at an insect.

“So this is Lian’s type. A pretty-faced bastard.”

The man clicked his tongue and lifted Izer’s face.

“Lian said she could never marry me. Said she had a lover so it wasn’t possible. That’s you, isn’t it?”

Lian, Celian. She was someone Izer dared not call a lover. But the man in front of him was saying that Izer was Celian’s lover.