“Good, not bad. Suck it. Move your tongue.”

Yes, like that. The man smiled languidly at her clumsy tongue movements, and when he rubbed her forehead and tucked her hair behind her ear as if handling a precious jewel, she felt somewhat proud. Though she found it ridiculous herself. She felt a strange elation at satisfying a man whom almost every noble woman had admired at least once. But when he grimaced meaningfully and cupped her ears with both hands, tension filled the carriage again.

“Haah. I was just going to tease a bit…… but I can’t hold back.”

Van began moving his hips urgently while holding Eurene’s head in place. Eurene choked, finding it hard to breathe, but he seemed to have half lost his senses. He looked down at her, her eyes filled with tears, and violated her mouth. A strange light flashed in his deep violet eyes. At that moment, Eurene moved her tongue around in protest of the discomfort and set her teeth against the dark object. Van gritted his teeth and pulled out what he had inserted. But it might have been too late, as white fluid splashed onto Eurene’s face and clothes, and some was inside her mouth. Van shook his head, dazed from the lightning-like pleasure, and frowned as he cupped Eurene’s cheeks, who was blinking blankly.

“Damn it. Sorry, spit it out quickly.”

After making her open her mouth, he scraped away the remnants on her tongue. While facing Eurene’s glazed, or rather surprised and bewildered eyes, Van briefly made a strange expression. Her glamorous body, exactly to his taste, with a girlish young face was staring at him dreamily, covered in his s*men.

Damn it, she is dangerously my type. His hand, which had been wiping her face with a handkerchief, slowed. He felt like he could get hard again even though he had just ej*culated.

Contrary to his intention to just talk—a lie—seeing her face after a week made him want to take her immediately—he had planned to do so even before—and strangely displeased that she didn’t seem as eager as he was, he had even made her perform f*llatio. Perhaps it was because few women who had slept with him hadn’t clung to him, and his male pride was hurt. He also felt a bit guilty for being rough with this young lady who had lost her virginity just days ago. But he couldn’t help himself. Even now, he was struggling to restrain himself from pouncing on her again. Scraping together all his self-control, he spoke.

“You didn’t answer my question from earlier, Miss Eifel. Why didn’t you come find me?”

She had no choice. She had to tell the truth.

“Uh, that, I forgot……”

“……You forgot about sleeping with me?”

“No! At that time, I was so exhausted I couldn’t hear what you were saying well……”

In fact, she had half thought it was a dream. Eurene glanced nervously at the duke, who remained silent for a moment, seemingly thinking. She felt relieved by the way he gently stroked her hair. Perhaps because he was a high noble, his pressure and authority were different from her brother, a second-generation count, or other nobles. A feeling of being pressed down and controlled to his taste. And he seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. Eurene thought it would be best not to defy this man. He probably wouldn’t like having his will opposed either.

“Fine. I’ll accept that.”

Eurene secretly sighed with relief.

“Then Eurene, do you have a lover? A fiancé?”

She answered that she obviously didn’t. And only after seeing the expression rising in Van’s eyes did she think that perhaps he had asked, already knowing the answer.

“Good. Then you can be my lover.”

“What? Why, why?”

“Why? Don’t you want to?”

“No, it’s not that I don’t want to……”

Intimidated by the duke who immediately raised his eyebrows sharply, Eurene hesitated. She didn’t completely hate this handsome man who gave her pleasure she had never experienced before, but he was burdensome, somewhat scary despite seeming affectionate, and besides, wasn’t he already married? So what they had just done was adultery. She struggled, wanting to point this out but thought that he was probably brazenly doing this despite knowing all that. He smiled dangerously. Well, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have feelings right away.

“In my experience, physical attraction becoming love is just a matter of time.”

So let’s start building physical attraction. Before Eurene could back away, the dress hanging on her shoulders was roughly stripped off like corn husks being peeled. The duke brushed aside her hands as she tried to cover herself in surprise and caressed her br*asts. He kneaded them and pinched her n*pples, causing a tingling sensation to resonate. She let out a long moan like a sharp-tempered cat. Van immediately lifted Eurene, who had been sitting on the floor, and placed her on his er*ect c*ck. He grabbed her b*ttocks, aligned her p*ssy, and inserted himself. Then came the thrusting.

It was like mercilessly hammering a nail of pleasure. The panting breaths and nasal sounds of the man and woman continued in succession.

Eurene could barely keep from collapsing as she leaned against Van’s firm arm while he breathed roughly. Because he was so rough, she kept slumping and wobbling onto his shoulders. Van would separate her hair that stuck to her with sweat, briefly kiss her gasping lips, and kept asking, “Does it feel good? It’s good, right?” But contradictorily, while his upper body was meltingly soft and affectionate, his lower body was busy grinding and grafting as if to devour her. His veined hands gripped her plump b*ttocks on both sides and began thrusting vigorously. Like a lark, Eurene cried “ahng ahng” into Van’s ear.

“Huh! Ahng! B-but where are we going?”

“Well, where should we go? Haah…… is there somewhere you want to go?”

“What? Kyaha! Ah! Ah, then, right now!”

It seemed they had been in the carriage for quite some time, but even the owner didn’t seem to know where they were going. Van gave a peck on the forehead of the seemingly frightened Eurene and lifted her up to lean her back against the window. Thanks to this, his p*nis thrust deeper, making her gasp roughly. After hooking her legs over his forearms, he thrust upward and knocked on the carriage wall. Even as his waist continued to push up like waves, a small window opened calmly, and when the coachman’s answer was heard, all the hair on her body stood on end.

Y-you’re crazy! She turned bright red and tried desperately to get away from the duke, but Van casually gripped her ankle and thrust deeper into her with a thud.

“Where are we heading?”

“We’ve been circling the entire capital. Would you like to go to the sea?”

It doesn’t seem like you’ll finish quickly. The composed voice of the duke’s attendant seemed unreal. Eurene felt like crying from embarrassment. She hated this man who kept moving incessantly even in this situation. The corners of his eyes were curved, clearly enjoying the situation. Pervert! Nasty guy! When she cried out tearfully, asking to be let go, he slapped her butt, saying she should be good and obedient. Even her courage to resist completely disappeared, and she docilely surrendered her body to him.

“The sea. The sea sounds nice.”

“Ah, I mean, n, no! My brother will worry!”

When Eurene objected in alarm, Van slightly moved his violet eyes toward her. Somehow she felt like she was shriveling up again. Looking steadily at her somewhat intimidated state, he nodded as if granting a favor.

“Alright, we have plenty of days ahead. Drive as you see fit, Svein.”

“I was planning to do just that.”

“As capable as ever.”

“You flatter me.”

The small window shut with a snap. Van smirked at Eurene, who was rolling her eyes in fear. Let’s continue what we were doing. He skillfully tucked his necktie inside his shirt, then grabbed the window frame above her head and entered her deeply with a “huff.”

The coachman’s—who later turned out to be his secretary—words were right. It definitely didn’t end quickly. Van bit her neck and caressed her br*asts intensely enough to leave handprints. The noise of flesh meeting flesh was wet, and her head was dizzy from his scrotum slapping against her b*ttocks. Watching the male continuing his withdrawals and insertions between their entangled wet pubic hair made her lower abdomen heat up. It was lewd.

Van straightened his upper body as if preparing for a final sprint and thrust fiercely. The creaking sounds of their coupling rose above the rattling of the carriage. Eurene, not knowing what to do with herself, scratched Van’s back as he panted, clung to his forearms, and then grabbed the curtains on both sides and screamed.

“Ah! Ah! Please!”

“Damn it, it’s good! Khk! What’s my name?”

The curtains were pulled this way and that as if about to tear. Eurene stared at the sunlight entering through the open window, illuminating the man’s contorted face like a bookmark.

He was beautiful. His sweat-soaked blonde hair, his writhing Adam’s apple, his smooth lips revealing white teeth, and his darkly sunken violet eyes—all of it. Eurene shouted as if drugged.

“Aahng! Van… Carca!”

“Keep calling me.”

“Van! Van!”

“Kuk, Eurene!”

Van, gathering the disheveled curtains in one hand, climbed to his climax while kissing all over Eurene’s upper body as if he would bite her. Eurene, also reaching her peak at the same time, clung to him and trembled. She saw her legs, which had somehow wrapped around his muscular waist like an octopus. Wow, this is crazy. She had truly experienced something tremendous. It made her earlier protests about s*xual harassment seem ridiculous.

The duke laid her down on the silk-covered carriage seat and thrust into her a few more times like an afterglow. Eurene, tired and languid, received his deep kisses. Their tongues intertwined, and saliva stretched out in a long silver thread. Van lightly touched her nose and smiled. He smiled with sophisticated and elegant beauty, completely different from their almost wild lovemaking. Refreshingly so.

“How was it? Isn’t it insanely good with me?”

It was sad that she couldn’t refute it.