The calluses on his fingertips instead of short nails created the illusion of being touched by something other than hands. Celian’s body heated up at the difference between the physical sensation on her skin and the visual illusion in the mirror.

Celian had suffered from br*ast engorgement for several weeks. Though she endured it with medicine, Izer would somehow notice and give her massages directly.

Recognizing that the pain clearly decreased when his hands touched her, Celian had given up and entrusted her br*asts to him every day. Though her body heated up slightly, that had clearly been for therapeutic purposes—in the past.

But the engorgement was over, and the hardened tissue was gone. His purpose in playing with the mounds that had become soft again like before pregnancy was too obvious. Her body began responding as it recognized that intention.

The woman turned her head, detecting danger. Though it was to stop him, what awaited was her husband’s urgent kiss.

“Mmph……”

The tongue she helplessly accepted tasted of grape.

That’s when Celian remembered they had shared wine during dinner. His slick tongue moved languidly inside her mouth.

“Mmm.”

The hand holding the back of her head tightened. Her body naturally leaned forward. Her mind surrendering to pleasure began to subdue her consciousness. She wanted to be closer. This wasn’t enough.

The tongue that had briefly withdrawn tapped her front teeth again. When she opened her mouth without resistance, it invaded much deeper as if it had been waiting.

A smile spread across her lips without her realizing. She was satisfied. The movement sweeping across her teeth, the warmth savoring her tongue, the wine scent that had somehow deeply permeated her…

Izer’s hands pulled down the negligee’s collar. Her shoulders and br*asts were clearly exposed above the deeply cut neckline. Though Celian was startled and tried to part her lips, it was already too late.

“……!”

It was impossible to pull the lowered clothes back up with her arms. She looked down alternately at her arms pressed tightly against her sides with resigned eyes.

Though carelessly pulled down, thanks to the fabric’s strength, whether Izer intended it or not, it resulted in something similar to her arms being bound. Though she could probably hike it up if she tried, it didn’t seem likely that he would let her…

Izer’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at the mirror.

Today Celian wore a white negligee. Of all things, it was similar to what she wore the first time they had s*x. To him, her sitting obediently with her br*asts exposed while wearing the color of a bride seemed like an invitation for him to do as he pleased.

Celian probably hadn’t thought that far.

Hands that knew she would hate it moved busily without shame. The moment they confirmed she was wet after sweeping over her br*asts and delving below, moans spilled from both their mouths without distinction.

Izer’s fingers entered between her damp pubic hair. The entrance he found easily bit at the intruder visiting after a long while as it dripped fluid. The tip of his c*ck, reacting to the familiar sensation, throbbed as it leaked prec*m, and his brain sensing the pleasure about to come began to short-circuit.

Izer repeated internally. This much means you want me too, right… Even if you hate me, even if you fear me, your body is desperate to be penetrated by me…

She felt the hand that had been kneading her br*asts for a while along her back. With one touch, the knot binding her arms and torso came undone.

Mounting the n*ked body spread on the bed, the man gritted his teeth.

Though she might not believe him at this point, he swore he hadn’t intended this when he said he would stay the night. Though it was true he had been er*ect since stepping foot in the place where they first had s*x, he had planned to withdraw quietly if Celian disliked it.

He had meant to just dry her hair and end it. If only he hadn’t discovered her n*pples poking through the negligee, if only she hadn’t gotten wet as soon as he touched her…

The pathetic Izer Chesterfield couldn’t break his habit of blaming others. Though he had simply succumbed to his own ugly desires, he blamed it on her being beautiful.

But as always, Izer Chesterfield gave up on being a good person.

Before removing his robe, he asked one last time. His voice was full of lust.

“Can I?”

“Would you stop if I said no?”

“……I could try to think about it once more.”

It was pointless trying to say he would respect her opinion with that growling breath. It was also a question he could ask because he was confident she wouldn’t refuse based on her reactions so far. If it seemed like Celian would say no, forget asking her opinion—he would have gagged her mouth.

Celian looking up at him raised her body. Izer’s eyebrows curved at her unhesitating attitude as she pulled off her robe. It was an active attitude reminiscent of their first time having s*x.

Izer called her name with a moan.

“Lian.”

“I want to.”

Ecstasy filled his red eyes. Wanting it alone versus the other person wanting it too made a world of difference in pleasure. Watching his flashing eyes, Celian pressed a kiss to his firm abdomen with a smacking sound.

“It’s the last time after all.”

“……”

Izer’s eyes seemed to flash. Soon his rough hands gripped her wrists.

“……!”

Her body that had just lain down was dragged along. Celian’s lips trembled as she stopped n*ked in front of the vanity mirror. The negligee she had been wearing until ten minutes ago was kicked aside.

“Izer?”

All traces of restraint had completely vanished. There was no chance to ask why at his sudden change.

Her body was pushed as she turned halfway, reflexively grabbing the vanity. The properly placed stool clattered as it was shoved aside.

A hot body pressed against the back of the woman gripping the vanity. The scent of bath oil wafted strongly

 White fingerprints remained on her br*ast where his fingers had kneaded and passed. Exposed defensively to his aggressive caresses, Celian let out a thin moan.

“Ah……”

“Look straight ahead.”

Their reflection showed vividly in the mirror. The flesh of her br*asts squeezed between his fingers, and her swollen n*pples were twisted. One hand cupped her br*ast while the other teased and kneaded it playfully.

Her mind grew hazy from the excessive visual stimulation. Shame washed over her. Though Celian twisted her body in resistance, Izer’s hands mockingly pressed down on her waist and slid downward.

When the hand that had been exploring her sides and abdomen finally pushed aside her pubic hair, the woman’s hips retreated backward with all her might, as if unable to watch anymore. It seemed Celian found having this sight imprinted in her eyes more burdensome than having his c*ck pierce her behind.

If that’s the case, I should engrave it deeper in her mind.

With this mischievous thought, Izer deliberately pushed his hips forward against her. The b*ttocks that she had pulled back were forced forward, exposing her p*ssy in the mirror.

Celian’s pubic hair was darker than the hair on her head but significantly lighter than Izer’s. He was determined to reveal the bud hidden behind that innocently shaped triangular forest.

For that, he needed to make her more aroused. Izer firmly embraced Celian, who was trembling at his violent attitude, and pressed his palm firmly against her private parts.

“Nngh!”

“Still the same, Lian.”

Every time he moved his palm against her intimate area, Celian twisted her waist. As if unable to bear watching their reflection in the mirror while trying to escape the stimulation, her attempts to break free with minimal movement were fragile.

Izer always thought the n*ked Celian was like a butterfly. Sometimes flying freely, sometimes drunk on nectar and forgetting watching eyes, and sometimes carelessly waving its antennae without realizing it had landed on a spider’s web.

Of course, Izer thought a butterfly was most beautiful in the moment it was being devoured by the spider.

The woman twisting in his arms today reminded him of a butterfly long caught in a spider’s web, barely able to flutter. Though clearly alive but unable to escape, and knowing this fact herself—such a butterfly’s wings should be white.

The man, aroused by feeling like a spider himself, bit the back of his prey’s neck.

The advantage of short hair was undoubtedly that it couldn’t hide kiss marks. Celian, noticing the deliberately placed lip stamps, changed her attitude.

“Izer, stop, okay? Let’s go to the bed……”

“Why? I like it here.”

“Hah……”

As he spoke playfully while wedging his er*ect c*ck between her b*ttocks, a moan immediately escaped. He made her spread her neatly closed legs by a hand’s width. Her anxious face, unable to look back or stop him, was reflected clearly in the mirror.

“Look straight ahead.”

“……”