“Ah, yes! Hnng…!”

Michael’s c*ck, which had somehow regained its monstrous size, was stirring deep inside Catherine’s p*ssy. The dizzying stimulation made Catherine feel her mind going blank, and she instinctively responded by grinding her p*ssy.

Michael agonized as he vigorously rocked his hips.

When his eyes were covered, that had its own torment, but now seeing Catherine’s lewd appearance with his own eyes made it even more unbearable. He wanted to grab her slender waist and shake, crush it as he pleased.

“Micha, hah, Michael. Ah, yes! It’s, it’s good! Ahh!”

The Poteria scent hadn’t affected only Michael. Catherine was already quite sensitive, but with the Poteria fragrance added, she was nearly going insane.

To make matters worse, after stimulating him at her own pace, her psychological arousal had peaked, making it even more torturous. Her blood vessels felt like they were burning with fire. Michael’s long, thick c*ck felt like it would pierce through her walls and devour her brain.

“Micha, aah! Michael! Huk, huhk!”

In the end, Catherine was the first to lose her mind. She wanted to shake her hips, but every time her swollen cl*toris rubbed against Michael’s rough pubic hair, her lower body lost strength and she couldn’t move her waist.

Collapsing onto his body, Catherine felt her p*ssy being stirred by Michael’s thrusting hips and whimpered with moans.

Even though this already felt mind-blowing, paradoxically she wanted to feel even more intense stimulation. Her mind was already blank, but her lustful body craved rougher, stronger thrusts.

“More, more… mmm, Michael… Ah, more. Give me more. Hmm? Mmmm…!”

As she begged while kissing his jaw, Michael finally tore apart the silk cloth loosely binding his wrists.

His wrists were bruised red, but he didn’t care and raised himself up. He flipped over Catherine, who was panting messily with l*st, and thrust his hips while holding her tightly.

“Ah! Aah! Too, too deep! Deep! Ugh, uugh!”

“Catherine. D*mn it… Cathy, Cathy!”

The sound of Michael’s groin slapping against her plump b*ttocks was violent.

The wet slapping sounds of her dripping p*ssy and his wet c*ck echoed obscenely. They turned their heads and kissed frantically.

“Mmm, ugh… ah, aaahh!”

Catherine moaned as if crying.

Mind-blowing climaxes shook her multiple times. In the spinning sensation of pleasure, she seemed to become someone who could neither hear nor see anything.

At the explosive peak of pleasure, she collapsed onto the bed almost like fainting.

She felt Michael’s embrace as he held her limp body and continued grinding his hips, still not finished. That was her last memory.

“I… love you…”

Michael’s voice, belatedly attached like a moan, urgently followed into her ear as she drifted off to sleep.

But to Catherine, whose eyes had already closed, that voice sounded only vaguely distant, mixed with dreams.

⁕⁕⁕

The aftereffects of riding a horse for three days and nights without rest were quite severe. Having intense s*x with an already tense body also took its toll. Though Michael typically didn’t need much sleep, today his body felt heavy and he woke up late. That… was a mistake.

“…Catherine?”

He reached out his hand, searching for the soft body that should have been there, but found nothing. Catherine usually slept a lot, likely due to her weak constitution.

If he had slept late, there was no way she would have risen early, yet the bed was empty.

“Cathy?”

Michael called for Catherine again in a deeply sunken voice. When there was no answer or warmth, his eyelids, which had felt so heavy, snapped open.

The room was already bright with sunlight. Checking the time, fortunately it wasn’t too late. Just around the time nobles typically wake up.

Michael jumped up and quickly surveyed the room where he had been sleeping. As expected, there was no trace of anyone. Moreover, there was no evidence of the passionate night they had enjoyed.

The excessively clean state made his heart sink strangely. It was so spotless that last night felt like a dream, with nothing remaining.

No silk cloth, no fragrance, not even the dried Poteria that should have been reduced to ashes.

His confused gaze searched the room thoroughly until he spotted a small note on the round side table below the bed. Even from a distance, it was clearly Catherine’s handwriting.

Michael sprang from the bed and quickly read the note.

“…No.”

His sharp, bright eyes distorted. He immediately gathered his clothes, got dressed, and went outside. He needed to find Catherine.

⁕⁕⁕

“Miss hasn’t returned yet…”

Cindy greeted Michael when he rushed to the Notrisha residence. She informed him of Catherine’s absence with a helpless expression.

Laura had sent Cindy, who had been waiting in the carriage, back home first, saying the night would be long.

She had asked Cindy to send the carriage back around dawn when they returned to the mansion, and Cindy had done as Laura instructed.

She naturally expected them to return by morning, and was quite worried that the two hadn’t come back yet.

But they had definitely met Michael yesterday, and with Laura accompanying her, Cindy thought nothing serious could have happened…

“Not yet? Then where could she have gone…”

Michael muttered anxiously to himself. Even to Cindy’s eyes, he appeared confused.

‘Could something have gone wrong yesterday? That seems unlikely, how strange?’

Miss Catherine waited for Michael every day. What she always waited for were his letters and news, and whenever she had the chance, she would ask about men’s hearts.

Without anyone asking, everyone knew her heart was directed toward Michael. Especially Cindy and Laura, who served her closely, couldn’t help but notice.

The two had been unusually close and special even before they became physically intimate.

With such a relationship, spending the night together would only intensify their feelings for each other.

Moreover… having experienced a brief separation without warning, she thought that when they met again, sparks would fly—no, a volcano would erupt.

“Is something wrong, Lord Michael?”

Michael painfully contorted his face, then shook his head. Being somewhat blunt and guarded, he wouldn’t easily reveal his feelings.

Nevertheless, seeing that he couldn’t properly compose his expression, something must have happened…

Wondering what to do, Cindy suddenly clapped her hands. She remembered a place Miss might have gone.

“Why don’t you check there? It’s on the way from the Macbeth residence, so she might have gone there…”

“Where?”

“Our botanical garden. She seems to go there a lot lately when her mind is troubled.”

At Cindy’s words, Michael thanked her and quickly turned to leave. Moving almost at a run, he didn’t notice the note falling from his pocket.

“Oh, wait…!”

Cindy picked up the fallen note and was about to call after him but hesitated.

Seeing Catherine’s handwriting inside, she immediately understood Michael’s despairing expression.

“Oh my… This would cause a misunderstanding.”

Cindy clicked her tongue as she read the note, then chuckled and shook her head.

Still, it seemed like something they could resolve by just talking to each other.

⁕⁕⁕

“Sigh…”

Even as she moistened her lips with the warm tea Laura had given her, Catherine couldn’t hold back a sigh.

The morning botanical garden was quiet with no one around. This tranquility was why she had changed her route home and come to the garden. She needed time to organize her thoughts alone, without anyone else.

“…What should I do now.”

Catherine gazed at the lush green plants, recalling what had happened earlier.

Despite the night being so hot she thought she might melt, and falling asleep as if fainting, she woke up early. It was a very early hour when the dark dawn was slowly retreating before daybreak.

Michael must have been tired, as he remained sound asleep despite her stirring.

“He’s completely knocked out?”

Still in Michael’s arms, she examined his face. Though she usually slept a lot, watching his face was so entertaining that sleep wouldn’t come.

Deep eyes, high nose. She took in each detail of his jawline, which had become sharper as he’d lost weight. Only she knew how those neatly closed lips could emit such lewd moans and rough kisses.

She was so happy to examine Michael’s face after a long time. It struck her anew how handsome he still was. He seemed to have tanned slightly in the meantime, but his sacred features remained the same.

How could such a masculine face appear so lovable?

At that moment, Catherine jerked upright in bed. Her own face reflected in the long standing mirror opposite the bed looked unfamiliar.

Though she saw her face every day, sitting beside Michael, she looked somewhat different. Unmistakably, it was the face of a woman in love.

“Good heavens…”

She realized that his lovability… came from the affection for him reflected in her own eyes.

“…What do I do. I think I’ve really fallen for Michael.”

At this sudden realization, Catherine’s head rang with a ding. It was a very obvious realization, yet it was surprising enough to make the hair on her body stand on end.

Catherine slowly examined Michael’s sleeping face. Looking at his face again made it even more certain.

She liked Michael. She liked him too much, liked him to the point of madness. Just looking at him felt precious, and she lost track of time.

Ah, this was more than just liking him. She had begun to love Michael. Not as a friend, but as a man.

As soon as she realized this, Catherine became afraid to face him when he woke up. If he opened his eyes, wouldn’t she just stare blankly, endlessly at those ocean-blue eyes? Like a fool.

Catherine buried her face in her hands and sighed heavily.

Could she treat him as a friend with these feelings? Like before? Acting spoiled as always?

She silently shook her head. That would be impossible.

There was no way she could maintain the same relationship with such clearly changed feelings…

As she shifted her body slightly, she felt something flowing down inside her. She knew what it was before her mind could process it. Michael’s s*men.

Enveloped in passion, Catherine had spent the night stimulating him with crazy demands to fill her completely.