Less than a minute had passed since he’d released, yet his swollen p*nis was just as large and hard as before. No, it seemed even bigger.

“Don’t stimulate me. I’m already excited enough.”

Just like he whispered low, it was already twitching with anticipation, searching for the passage it would enter.

The breath brushing her ear made Rita’s fine hairs stand on end. When she leaned back, the torso pressed against her back was packed tight with dense muscle. 

Under the transparent water, his legs overlapped with hers. Compared to his healthy, tanned, firm legs, Rita’s own legs looked far too pale and fragile.

From behind, Gabriele’s thick arm wrapped around her waist and slowly kneaded her br*asts floating in the warm water. 

Unlike his seemingly leisurely movements, his patience seemed to have reached its limit—veins stood out across the back of his hand. Finally, he panted and asked permission.

“Can I put it in?”

“H-here?”

“Yes.”

When did he ever start with permission? 

She nodded, having become a bit coy, and he gripped Rita’s waist with one hand while pushing his core into her entrance.

“Hngh…!”

“Haah.”

Grabbing her squirming waist from the intense stimulation, Gabriele let out a deep sigh. 

Perhaps because her body had relaxed languidly in the warm water, it felt even more thoroughly soft and cozy. At the pleasure running down his spine, he instinctively began rocking his hips.

“Mmh, mmnh!”

Rita moaned while gripping the edge of the tub. The feeling of him entering underwater was indescribably strange. Soon, each time it advanced and retreated, the resulting waves rippled.

“Haah… I’m going crazy. It feels even tighter.”

“Hngh, mmh, mmh!”

Rita gripped the tub hard to steady her body that was swaying frantically. 

But her hands kept slipping, losing strength from the pleasure penetrating from behind. Gabriele, noticing her condition, grabbed both of Rita’s hands and said.

“Hold my hands tight.”

“Hngh!”

Soon, each time he invaded with a powerful rhythm from behind, Rita squeezed his interlocked hands desperately. The gently rippling water surface lightly caressed her upper body. 

Within her vision blurred by tears from continuous pleasure, the mosaic painting depicting the founding myth shook up and down.

“Hah, haah, mmh. Mmh, hng, ah! Gabriele, Gabriele…”

Broken moans echoed within the bathroom’s empty structure. But gradually, a feeling of dissatisfaction arose from deep within her body that had grown accustomed to ecstasy again.

“Aah, ah…”

She wished he’d pound inside just a bit, just a bit faster, but was too embarrassed to say it. Then Gabriele stopped moving.

“Huh?”

“Teacher, just like this for a moment.”

Moving her body as he directed, Rita ended up kneeling to face him as he leaned against the tub wall.

“Ah, this is too…”

Her embarrassment doubled when she could see his face clearly. However, Gabriele seemed satisfied with this position and caressed her br*asts with an intoxicated expression, stroking down to her navel and even lower.

“Mmnh.”

“In this position, it’s uncomfortable for me to thrust. So you move, Rita.”

“This position is a bit…”

“Don’t want to?”

The two were still connected. When he pulled his hips back, pretending to withdraw his p*nis, Rita unconsciously grabbed his shoulders tight. She blushed, belatedly realizing that action looked like begging him not to pull out.

Soon Gabriele smiled and said.

“If you want to eat c*ck, you have to move your as$ yourself. Right?”

She wanted to dig a tunnel under the tub and crawl in from embarrassment. For a woman to be on top, and in such a place, moving her own hips to receive a man’s thing—it felt too bold and lewd.

But she didn’t want to just let the unsatisfied arousal subside like this. Eventually, unable to resist her body’s urging, Rita began moving her hips clumsily.

“Ah, mmh…! Mmnh, mmh, ah…ah!”

At first she kept stopping from the too-intense feeling, but realizing the pleasure stopped each time, she had no choice but to keep rotating her hips even if clumsily. 

Fortunately or unfortunately, Gabriele’s p*nis was large and hard enough to press and rub all the sensitive spots no matter how she moved.

“Haah, ah, mmh…mmnh, hah, aah, aah!”

Eventually Rita had no choice but to shake her hips like riding a horse, surrendering herself to pleasure and instinct. Her head grew dizzy moment by moment from excessive arousal. 

The goosebumps constantly sweeping her body seemed like they’d transform her somehow. Tears pooling fully kept flowing down onto her collarbone and chest.

Gabriele watched that sight in a daze. The feeling of her p*ssy greedily devouring below, loosening and tightening then spitting out again drove him crazy, but the scene unfolding before his eyes was lewd and beautiful enough to be called a spectacular view.

“D*mn it, you’re too naughty, Rita.”

From the bathhouse heat and the heat boiling from her body, Rita’s entire body was dyed a pale rose color. Especially red and luscious were her two cheeks, lips, and face flushed to her eyes.

Rita’s face writhing in the pleasure he gave was lewd enough to make him want to ej*culate just from watching. 

Below that followed her delicate, lovely neckline and shoulders, and from below, her breathtakingly large, white br*asts bounced constantly, splashing water droplets.

He wanted to shoot his seed into her over and over right now. Enough that her lovely womb couldn’t withstand it and would expel it out again and again. 

When Rita’s hip rotation speed didn’t satisfy him, Gabriele gripped her pelvis with both hands. 

The moment the flustered her stopped moving slightly, he rapidly repeated lifting Rita’s body slightly then making her sit down completely.

“Aah, Gabr…! Ah! Ah, ah!”

As the huge c*ck buried itself fully and kept pounding deep inside, pleasure intense enough to white out her vision repeated. 

Starting from the entrance where friction continued, the heaving inner walls began twitching and narrowing regardless of Rita’s will. After that, the climax came with strong contractions. 

Rita threw her head back and let out a sweet moan.

“Haaaah!”

Running through all her body’s nerves, the essence of flashing pleasure came and went, driving her into ecstasy. Rita trembled while contracting her private parts over and over. 

When the exhausted woman finally slumped onto Gabriele’s body, he could no longer endure and stood up while holding her.

“Mmh…”

Since their joining remained connected, even while unable to gather her wits in climax’s aftermath, Rita’s place bit down on the pillar buried inside in surprise. It was a body lewd enough to admire naturally.

Gabriele didn’t even think about drying off, banged open the bathroom door, and headed straight for the bed. 

After throwing Rita down onto it, he roughly shoved in his p*nis that seemed ready to burst any moment.

“Ah, haah, w-wait! Please…!”

He grabbed the flailing, pleading Rita and pressed down mercilessly. In this moment, nothing existed in his head except the act of endlessly thrusting his c*ck into her secret place. 

Without time to gather pleasure and prepare for the next act, Rita was helplessly swallowed by ecstasy. Unable to even let out cries, climax repeated and repeated like a broken machine. 

When Gabriele finally ej*culated, she’d already fainted from exhaustion.

But even after reaching that state, he couldn’t stop. 

After releasing climax’s product inside her as many times as he’d intended in the tub, when it overflowed enough to spill out as soon as he came, this time he shot white fluid onto her br*asts, b*ttocks, and various places on her belly. 

Like a beast claiming ownership over his female.

“…”

When he finally came to his senses, Rita had just awakened briefly. To her lying with eyes closed, lacking energy to move even a finger, he muttered something.

“…wasn’t trying to…”

“…”

“You… because…”

She couldn’t hear clearly what he was saying. Rita, wondering if her ears had dulled from exhaustion, fell back into deep sleep.

* * *

Birds chirped and sunlight poured in warmly. Even while pleasantly opening her eyes in the warm bed, Rita instinctively felt something was wrong.

“Have you awakened?”

Like before, Gabriele’s nanny Anthea greeted her. Rita asked with a blank face.

“Nanny. What time is it?”

“It’s 11 AM.”

“Oh no!”

She needed to hurry to handle the schedule just 30 minutes away.

As court painter, portrait subjects could be royalty or court nobles. Today was the day to start Viscount Lacardo’s portrait, a young naval officer.

“Oh? Rita, a letter came!”

“Thanks.”

Bianca, walking to her room, held up an envelope. Rita’s expression crumpled as she received the luxurious envelope with a seal stamped on it.

“The messenger who brought the letter hasn’t left yet?”

“Yeah. He’s waiting for a reply at the palace gate.”

“Can you tell him to take it back? Sorry, but I’m in a rush and don’t have time to stop by there.”

“Well, okay.”

She was already busy—no time to read a letter with obvious contents and feel uncomfortable. Rita rushed to her room, quickly dressed, brushed her hair, and ran down the stairs.

Fortunately, she didn’t run into anyone in the garden today. Lifting her skirt hem slightly to run, she arrived safely within the scheduled time.

“Welcome, Margarita. I was waiting.”

“Sorry. You didn’t wait long, did you?”

“Of course not.”

The portrait location was a place made by expanding a terrace at a corner of Sardena Palace. 

The lighting was good, allowing her to position the model in natural light and paint, and since it wasn’t enclosed on all sides, work proceeded in a natural atmosphere.