Michael’s tongue sucked on Catherine’s tongue as if devouring it to the root. The moist kiss was much softer than usual. Catherine felt her head spinning as she leaned her entire body against Michael.

She had no strength left from being sucked and pounded so much. The satisfaction of her inner walls being completely filled and the ticklish pleasure of her p*ssy being stirred emptied her mind completely.

“Mmm… ungh, hah!”

The rippling water grew more intense. The two mixed their breaths, sweating profusely during their lovemaking in the hot water. The sensitivity increased. His massive c*ck pillar scraped Catherine’s inner walls, heightening the pleasure.

When the thrusting felt particularly strong, Michael embraced her so tightly she could barely breathe.

“Ah!”

“…Catherine.”

The two embraced each other as if they had become one body.

An electric current rose from the end of her inner wall where Michael’s gl*ns had been poking. At that very moment of climax, Catherine grabbed Michael as he tried to pull out.

“Just, just do it. It’s okay…!”

Catherine’s elastic vaginal walls gripped Michael’s c*ck tightly and wouldn’t let go. Michael, as if conquered, ej*culated inside her.

“…Kuk!”

A death-rattle-like moan burst from Michael’s mouth, and they both relaxed simultaneously, leaning on each other’s shoulders. Catherine, slumped against Michael’s shoulder like a corpse, trembled from the afterglow.

Michael chuckled and playfully thrust his hips upward.

“Hak! St-stop it!”

The remaining sensation was so strong that Catherine shuddered. She glared at Michael with her flushed face after panting heavily.

“…Why aren’t you getting smaller?”

“It doesn’t immediately go down even after ej*culating.”

Michael said casually as he licked Catherine’s wet eyes. He thought her reddened eyes tasted like overripe, sweet strawberries.

“Is that… normal?”

Catherine asked with a puzzled expression.

“It is for me.”

Then… is this how it’s supposed to be?

She stared down as if glaring at Michael’s c*ck still filling her tightly, but of course, she couldn’t see anything.

Only their pubic hair swayed obscenely in the water, as the two were stuck together like one.

“But why did you tell me not to pull out?”

“Ah… I took medicine. Just in case.”

“Ah.”

Michael exhaled deeply like a sigh and frowned fiercely.

“Don’t take such things. I’ve heard they’re very bad for women’s bodies.”

“But.”

“Don’t use contraception that harms your body. Men should handle it since it doesn’t strain our bodies.”

To tell the truth, Michael had also taken medicine that temporarily blocked sperm production. Nevertheless, it wasn’t completely safe, so he couldn’t carelessly ej*culate inside.

Even when Catherine had fainted, Michael had inserted his fingers into her inner walls to remove the s*men and wiped it clean.

Catherine seemed so deeply unconscious that she didn’t even feel his fingers probing inside her.

“Promise me. That you won’t take such medicine.”

“…But.”

“What do you mean ‘but’? There’s no ‘but.’ Promise me, quickly.”

Michael thrust his hips upward as if urging Catherine. With a startled “heek,” Catherine quickly nodded.

Only then did Michael smile kindly and properly like before. He stroked her head as if she’d done well, then lifted her in his arms.

“I’ll wash you. We need to get out quickly and get some sleep.”

⁕⁕⁕

After returning from Sunset House, Catherine fell ill again.

What a pathetically weak body.

Even while suffering from fever, Catherine mercilessly cursed her body.

Could she really get this sick even after having s*x more than ten times over two days?

She thought she only needed to be careful of the cold, but her physical strength was extremely weak too. She would definitely need to exercise once she recovered.

‘Michael will worry if he finds out…’

It was s*x that she had begged for. And she had even made Michael, who had no experience like her, study for it.

It wouldn’t be right for Michael to blame himself because she had fallen ill as a result.

“Haah.”

Pressing her burning hot forehead, Catherine blinked her heavy eyes. Rain was pouring outside the dim window. She couldn’t even gauge how many days she had spent lying down.

The heavy rain was fortunate. Because of it, she could avoid Michael’s gaze for a few days.

‘I hope I feel better tomorrow…’

If not for the rain, Michael would have certainly come to examine her condition thoroughly.

She could clearly imagine how displeased he would be seeing her bedridden. He was always excessive when it came to her being sick.

Suddenly, Catherine’s feverish face turned even redder. While Michael was overly concerned about Catherine’s physical condition, he was different in bed.

He pushed her like he enjoyed her suffering and struggling.

Of course, Catherine would have rejected Michael if she had truly been suffering, but she couldn’t deny that she had become more aroused by this different side of him.

‘It’s strange. I still feel… like Michael is inside me.’

His thing had been so big that whenever she zoned out, she kept recalling the heaviness of it filling her p*ssy tightly. The dully aching place would twitch from time to time, reminding her of that night.

As he had said, Michael had given Catherine several near-death climaxes.

She later learned that for her sake, despite being just a friend, he had immersed himself in studying for a week as if following a royal command.

He had read all the er*tic literature available in the country and invited knights and servants known for good relationships with their wives to treat them to drinks.

She was truly surprised when she heard that Michael had personally asked the most promiscuous nobleman he knew to share various interesting anecdotes.

Later, when there was nothing more to learn, he even looked for s*xual knowledge books from other countries. She recalled Michael’s clear face as he confessed this.

When she marveled at how he could become so skilled just from reading and listening, Michael smiled enigmatically and said:

— When you keep imagining, it becomes like that.

If he had studied enough to become like that just through imagination, how much must he have envisioned? Was it because he felt guilty for not satisfying her due to his inexperience?

Not only had Michael diligently fulfilled her almost unreasonable request, but he had even felt guilty.

“…So kind. Too kind.”

Her feverish vision was blurry. Above that hazy view, Michael’s face flickered.

Blink, blink, even after opening and closing her heated eyelids, Michael’s face didn’t disappear. Her fever seemed higher than she thought.

“……”

The phantom-like Michael looked at her and sighed.

That image was too close and clear to be a fantasy. The form wasn’t even blurry.

‘Strange. Michael can’t be here right now. Is this a dream…?’

The cool touch on her forehead felt so real. Yet her feverish vision was too blurry to distinguish between dream and reality. Catherine vaguely concluded that this must be a dream.

‘Wow, how can that guy be so proper even in my dreams?’

Catherine, staring blankly at Michael with hazy eyes, smiled broadly.

Looking at his red, plump lips stubbornly pressed together, she realized that she had indeed done all sorts of lewd things with this man.

Michael, who looked so ascetic when properly dressed, and I…

“…Why are you smiling, Catherine?”

“Just because.”

Catherine responded to the dream Michael in a weak voice.

“Because you’re so s*xy.”

“What…?”

Michael’s expression, looking dumbfounded with his parted lips, was so vivid. She decided to be honest once more.

“Michael, did I tell you…?”

“Tell me what?”

Strange. Why am I getting sleepy in a dream?

“…It was… amazing.”

Catherine mumbled in an even smaller voice as she closed and opened her heavy eyelids.

“What did you say, Catherine?”

Michael leaned in, tilting his ear, asking her to repeat. Though annoyed and sleepy, Catherine told him once more.

“That day was… really good…”

Michael froze at her unexpected words. Her voice, soft as a winter bird’s feathers, tickled his ear and disappeared.

“…Thank you, Michael.”

Sweet and regretful like cotton candy melting in raindrops, that voice made Michael cover his face with his hands, not knowing what expression to make.

Even though Catherine, who had already fallen asleep from exhaustion, couldn’t see his expression, he covered his face with his hands.

“Ha……”

He only learned that Catherine had fallen ill three days after that day. Unfortunately, it had rained from that day on, and the next day a sudden typhoon made it impossible for anyone to come and go, delaying the news.

Michael rushed to Catherine’s mansion as soon as he heard the belated news. Seeing her bedridden like this, he felt sick to his stomach.

He was angry at himself for not showing any restraint, for pouncing like a dog at her provocation.

‘What should I call these feelings, Catherine?’

Michael quietly looked at her, kissed her hot forehead, caressed her fever-flushed cheeks, and stood up.

He had felt it before, but whenever Catherine was sick, he wished he could be sick in her place.

Seeing Catherine struggle, he desperately wished her pain could become his own.

Could such desperate feelings be merely guilt?

Was it because of an old sense of debt toward her?

“Catherine. Tell me. Okay…?”