“Here, take this.”

Michael handed Catherine a well-packaged pink candy box.

“Rose candies!”

Catherine brightened as she opened the box.

Five round rose-shaped candies were beautifully arranged inside.

These had been Catherine’s favorite candies since childhood. They were also the gift Michael would bring whenever he felt sorry or grateful to her.

‘He’s probably sorry now because I was in pain because of him? Silly, I wanted it too, so why feel sorry?’

Inwardly amused by this typical behavior from him, Catherine didn’t hesitate to pop one candy into her mouth.

“Mmm, this is definitely my favorite flavor.”

Catherine mumbled happily, her cheek bulging as she chewed. Watching her lively expression, Michael couldn’t help but smile too.

“Looks like you’re okay, thankfully.”

“What?”

“You. Your body.”

As expected, Michael had come because he was worried about Catherine. From his appearance, he seemed to have been concerned ever since she left.

Catherine smiled at Michael’s warm gaze.

At first she thought she felt a strange heat in his eyes, but now they were just the warm, trustworthy eyes of a friend as always. Catherine answered brightly.

“I’m fine. At first it felt like my body was being split apart, but now I’m almost completely better. Walking feels a bit strange, but that’s about it.”

Her tone suggested it was like being slightly tired after going out, but otherwise fine.

Michael sighed, ran his hand over his face, and hesitantly spoke.

“You bled a lot.”

After Catherine left, Michael was tidying the room when he lifted the sheets with Catherine’s traces and turned pale. Once his mind cleared and he looked properly, he realized the bleeding had been far from normal.

He felt disgusted with himself for continuing to thrust his c*ck all the way to the end despite such bleeding.

‘I must have been crazy.’

After seeing the sheets, Michael was overwhelmed with guilt and finally left the mansion.

He had bought Catherine’s favorite rose candies, but hesitated for a long time, dissatisfied with himself for seeking forgiveness with such a small gesture.

Beyond the candies, he wanted to give Catherine something more.

But no matter how nice a gift he might offer, his actions from the previous night still felt like garbage to him.

Nothing could erase the fact that he had hurt Catherine with his messy desires and selfishness.

“What’s with that face? I told you I’m fine, really!”

Catherine burst into laughter as she looked at Michael, who was sighing with a bitter expression. She laughed so easily at the same Michael who had made her beg and cry the night before. Really, what could he do with her?

As Michael gazed steadily at his old friend with a troubled face, Catherine crunched her candy and rolled her eyes.

Then she carefully called to Michael in a secretive voice.

“Hey. Michael.”

“Hmm?”

“Um, you know.”

Catherine, seemingly nervous, licked her lips and then began gnawing on her lower lip.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

Her red tongue repeatedly appeared and disappeared between her sweet lips. Michael felt his throat go dry at the glimpses of red flesh. His eyes burned as they followed Catherine’s innocent lips and tongue.

Why was his lower body stiffening over something like this?

Just minutes ago, he had felt guilty about ravaging Catherine according to his desires, yet now he found himself absurdly getting hard just from watching her lick her lips.

He felt stifled.

He clenched his teeth and tried to control himself. Then he jerked his head up at Catherine’s sudden words.

“They say you need to try it at least three times.”

“What?”

When he asked, Catherine smiled slightly and said:

“You know. What we did. That thing…… I heard you need to try it at least three times before you know if it’s good. And they say the second time is better than the first, and the third time is better than the second.”

Michael was speechless at Catherine’s words, delivered with a broad smile.

So now, after bleeding so much and crying in pain all night, she wanted to do it again?

“So shall we try two more times? No, wait. The first time barely counts. How about three more times?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Of course.”

Catherine made the sign of the cross over her chest as if to express her sincerity.

Why did she always make the sign of the cross when she wasn’t even a devout believer?

As Michael watched her suspiciously, Catherine took another candy and put it in her mouth. The moment he saw Catherine smiling with the candy in her mouth, Michael realized something.

And in that moment, a chill ran through a corner of his heart as a thought clawed its way into his mind.

‘Catherine won’t stop until she knows what she wants to know. Even if it’s not with me.’

The back of his neck stiffened as if someone had grabbed it.

An inexplicable, strange displeasure and anger welled up inside him.

It was similar to what he had felt the previous night when he encountered Catherine looking beautiful enough to enchant anyone.

“You were crying that it hurt so much. And you said you’d never do it again.”

“That was then…… But since we’ve already done it once, wouldn’t the next time be different? And most importantly.”

Catherine licked her lips habitually and spoke as if she had firmly decided.

“I want to experience it at least once. That…… climax that feels like dying.”

The book called it an org*sm.

It said not all women experienced it, but women who were more sexually active were more likely to feel this peak of pleasure.

The peak of pleasure!

That must have been exactly what Catherine had witnessed when she accidentally peeked at those lovers having s*x.

Those lovers who desired each other like animals, rubbing their wet g*nitals together without hesitation, focused only on each other as if their souls had left their bodies.

‘I want to feel it too. Definitely.’

And she felt it would be possible with Michael.

Of course, Michael’s monstrously large c*ck was a bit frightening, but…… apart from that moment, Catherine had felt immense satisfaction from the first time she kissed Michael until the moment she fell asleep at dawn.

Even after the splitting pain, what Michael’s embrace gave her was not fear but reassurance and comfort.

So she thought it would be okay with him.

Catherine really wanted to feel that climax from Michael.

“So I want to do it three times with you…… Do you hate the idea?”

Michael just stared at Catherine without saying anything.

Actually, he was just gazing at her steadily with wide eyes rather than glaring, but that’s how it felt to Catherine. Anxiously, she crunched the candy, and it disappeared in an instant.

The candy, no bigger than her pinky nail, was gone too quickly.

‘Hmm, I guess he hates the idea?’

Catherine put another rose candy in her mouth and quietly waited for his answer.

Michael looked at her with complicated eyes, rubbed his forehead, looked up at the sky, then suddenly stood up and began pacing.

His face contorted in various ways as if fighting something within himself.

Recalling his expression when he brought the candies earlier, Catherine grew anxious, wondering if it really wasn’t possible anymore.

That expression of guilt, apology, and a strange look she couldn’t fathom.

How many minutes had passed like that? Catherine, crunching the candy she had just put in her mouth, finally spoke up hesitantly.

“Michael, it’s completely fine if you hate the idea and want to refuse.”

Michael, who had been pacing, stopped abruptly and stared at Catherine. Thinking that Michael’s blue eyes felt as hot as the sun, Catherine shrugged.

“It did hurt a bit then, but I thought it would be okay with you. But come to think of it, you said it hurt you too. I heard that if it hurts both of us like that, it could be because our s*xual compatibility isn’t good.”

“……What?”

Michael’s face subtly contorted as he listened.

“S*xual compatibility! But I thought it wouldn’t be bad to work on that with you even if it hurt. That’s why I suggested doing it three more times…… But I realized you might not feel the same way. Right? Yes. You might not. I understand.”

Catherine nodded as if she had just realized it, muttering to herself.

But why did the words from her own mouth make her feel so bad?

After tilting her head in confusion for a moment, Catherine quickly set aside the inexplicable displeasure.

Then, for Michael, who seemed even more rigid than before, she deliberately spoke in a lighter voice with a smile.

“Well, I guess if we’re not in a relationship where we like each other, and our s*xual compatibility isn’t good either, there’s no need to drag it out. Right? Okay, Michael, just forget what I said earlier. I’ll find another way.”

Finally, Michael’s face crumpled. He retorted in a suppressed voice, as if restraining himself.

“What the h*ll is this other way you’ve been talking about? Are you planning to sleep around until you find someone with good ‘s*xual compatibility’?”

Michael’s tone became slightly rough. But Catherine didn’t mind.

“What? No…… Well, not exactly, but shouldn’t I keep an open mind for various opportunities?”

Her voice lacked confidence since she hadn’t specifically thought about other methods herself.

But Catherine’s casual response made Michael’s insides twist even more.

Various opportunities?

He had no idea what these “various opportunities” were, but the mere thought made his teeth grind.

Michael approached Catherine with clenched teeth.