Catherine stood on her tiptoes, bracing herself against the wall. Something seemed to stir within her own flesh.

To think that s*x between a man and woman could be so wild and violent, like animals mating. It was shocking. Yet strangely, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

‘Is this how everyone does it?’

She clutched the brick wall she was leaning against and watched intently.

The s*x between the man and woman was growing more intense as they approached climax.

“Hah… Anna, you’re so hot. So good. I love you… love you so much.”

The man held the woman’s delicate body tightly from behind, grinding his hips fiercely against her.

The woman’s white, round b*ttocks yielded beautifully under the man’s forceful thrusts.

Startled by his deep, urgent advances, the woman threw her head back and moaned. The man grasped her chin and hurriedly thrust his tongue into her parted red lips. Their tongues entwined lewdly like their s*x organs.

“Mmm, mmm. Ah, hnngh!”

The man’s movements slowed briefly, but the overlapping sounds grew even more obscene. They bit each other’s lips, sucked on tongues, and licked away dripping saliva.

Was s*x really such a primal act? Was it truly about devouring each other like beasts?

Catherine watched them kiss without daring to blink. Unconsciously, her hand rose to touch her lower lip.

‘So that’s what a kiss is like…’

After devouring the woman’s lips for quite some time, the man, seemingly unsatisfied, grabbed her b*ttocks and turned her body around.

His engorged member remained inside her throughout the movement.

Now facing him, the woman reached out, flailing her hands to embrace him. Their kisses deepened as they faced each other.

The man responded by holding her even tighter. He showered kisses all over her face and neck without pause, whispering poetry.

“My love. My love…… I love you, Anna, I love you. I love you.”

“Me too, I love you too, Joseph, yes……”

The man’s voice was dreamy, as if intoxicated. And tender.

Unlike his lower body’s violent movements, everything about how he held her, caressed her, and kissed her overflowed with affection.

The man’s hips, which had been moving while they kissed, suddenly stopped.

His waist muscles trembled, and the woman’s toes curled as they wrapped around his waist.

The two clung to each other as if they wanted to become one body, shuddering together.

The tension in the man’s b*ttocks, which had been bulging with muscle, relaxed.

Simultaneously, the two lifted their heads from each other’s necks and looked at each other’s faces.

They smiled, their faces flushed with heat, their eyes moist.

“I love you, Joseph……”

“…I, I love you more, Anna.”

Gazing at each other with the most loving smiles in the world, they slowly pressed their lips together.

Unlike their earlier fierce coupling, gentle, sweet kisses followed one after another.

Watching this scene, Catherine felt strangely more aroused than before. She hid her burning cheeks and silently slipped away.

Something hot surged between her legs as she hurried.

Fearing someone might notice, Catherine kept her thighs tightly pressed together inside the carriage returning to the mansion.

“…It’s hot.”

From that day on, her mind was filled with the lovemaking she had secretly witnessed.

⁕⁕⁕

Michael rubbed his forehead with his long fingers. After a slight sigh, he slowly opened his mouth to ask.

“…So, you want to do that? s*x?”

“Yes.”

Catherine, hiding half her face behind a book, nodded with a broad smile.

Though she had brought up quite an embarrassing topic, there was nothing to hold back in front of Michael.

Behind his silver-rimmed glasses, Michael looked utterly dumbfounded.

Catherine moved her lips again, chattering away to convince him.

“Imagine, Michael. If you died tomorrow, what would you regret? I think I’d regret everything I haven’t experienced. Honestly, how do we know we won’t die tomorrow? Thinking about it that way makes me feel so desperate. So I want to start doing things I can do right now, one by one.”

“…So you want to start with s*x, something you can do right now?”

He understands my heart so well!

“Yes, exactly!”

Catherine nodded happily in response.

“…Ha.”

Michael sighed as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, then ran his tongue over his dry lips.

As if he had something to say but didn’t know how to express it, he stared at Catherine, opening and closing his lips several times before shutting them. His eyes, clearer than the blue sky, rippled with complexity.

Catherine’s gaze shifted to his moistened lips.

She hadn’t noticed until now, but Michael’s lips were quite beautiful. Both lips were appropriately plump, and his upper lip curved slightly upward, making them even sensual.

‘How does he have such pretty lips too? It’s amazing.’

Watching him repeatedly lick and bite those pretty lips made her feel strangely unsettled.

Her toes curled involuntarily, and her mouth went dry. She tried biting her own lip to imitate him, but it felt as empty as sucking on a dry br*ast.

With everything about him so beautiful and elegant, why hadn’t she noticed his sensuality until now?

‘Because we were friends…? No, we’re still friends now.’

The thought that she shouldn’t be thinking this way briefly crossed her mind, but it passed just as quickly.

Well. If I might die tomorrow, what does a little guilt matter?

Catherine thought that anything not legally or ethically problematic was fine, and continued to fidget with her tingling lower lip.

Michael’s gaze fell on Catherine’s lips, which had started to redden from her constant worrying.

The moment his eyes brushed against them, Catherine felt them tingle even more. Unconsciously, she sucked her lower lip, wetting it, and Michael’s gaze shifted away.

She could see his jaw tense as he clenched his teeth.

“If you keep… touching them like that, they’ll crack, Catherine.”

Michael muttered in a deeper voice as he grabbed Catherine’s hand that was about to touch her lips again.

“Ah, okay.”

Catherine lowered her hand as he guided her and looked at him docilely.

Michael stared at her with a confused expression as she behaved obediently, as if expecting something. His hand rubbing his furrowed brow seemed agitated.

A brief silence fell. Catherine, who had been staring at him, carefully opened her mouth and whispered.

“Let’s do it together.”

Michael’s body flinched.

Catherine urged him like a child begging for candy.

“Let’s do it together, Michael. Okay?”

His blue eyes stared at Catherine. She met his gaze without wavering and said emphatically.

“Let’s have s*x together.”

“…Catherine.”

Michael groaned her name and closed his eyes.

He had never once imagined such words coming from those innocent lips.

Yet it was happening, and worse, he was being swayed by Catherine’s innocent seduction.

‘This is absurd.’

He shook his head, gritting his teeth. Something he’d never imagined was happening. Michael’s face hardened further, as if to hide his bewilderment.

“Catherine, what are you saying to me? Weren’t you curious about love? Why do you suddenly want to have, damn it, s*x?”

In response to his growling question, Catherine answered cheerfully.

“Love takes too long.”

“What?”

“Do you know who I’ll fall in love with and when, and expect me to wait for that? And what if I never fall in love with anyone my whole life? What if there’s never anyone who gives me that fiery passion? Then I might die without ever experiencing s*x.”

She had clearly prepared this answer. Catherine replied smoothly.

“You said you were going to get married.”

“That’s true too. But I can’t marry just anyone. I’ll marry when I fall in love. Or maybe someday I’ll desperately want to get married for its own sake. But no one knows the future. I could die within the next ten years, so why wait for that?”

Michael’s face immediately crumpled when she mentioned dying within ten years.

Realizing her mistake, Catherine bit her lip and glanced at him cautiously with a smile.

“…Of course I should live healthily for a long time. I’m just saying, what if.”

“You, one more time…”

“I know, I know. I won’t say things like that.”

Seeing Michael about to become dramatic, Catherine quickly raised both hands. Then she steered the conversation back to where it had veered off.

“So is that a yes or a no, Michael?”

Michael was speechless again. At this point, his silence was closer to rejection than agreement. Catherine lowered her eyebrows and pushed out her lips as she asked.

“So it’s a no?”

She asked that obvious question with an extremely disappointed face.

She added with an even more careful expression and gaze, as if asserting her harmlessness.

“I understand, Michael. If you really think it won’t work, then reject me. I’ll accept it. Can’t be helped. It would be difficult to find someone else besides you… but I’ll manage somehow.”