Her insides were so scorching hot that his earlier resolve to show some restraint had vanished without a trace, and he was now lost in passionate indulgence of her inner walls.

Even as his hips moved without pause, his hands steadily worked over her swaying chest.

He kneaded both br*asts roughly, then grabbed her arms and yanked them back far enough to fold her shoulders behind her as he drove his hips up hard.

“Ah, ngh, hah, ahng!!”

Broken m*ans spilled out at his brazen movements.

“Hah… I’ll finish inside you one more time, so take every drop.”

The hazy bathroom was thick with a lewd scent and noise.

The two bodies, wound tighter and tighter, were now racing toward their peak.

From her slick, melting folds, a mixture of her arousal and his s*men dripped down steadily. Her vision shook wildly as his thrusting grew faster than it had ever been.

“Ah…?! Ugh, ngh… mmmm!!”

“Hah… ngh…”

The low groan that reached her ears was so s*xy she barely had a moment to think it before the p*nis buried to the root poured out s*men as scorching as a flame, in long, heavy pulses.

“Ah… hah… it’s so hot…”

An enormous wave of pleasure swept through her entire body. It was a state of ecstasy she had never tasted in her life.

Caesar emptied himself into her down to the very last drop.

Her whole body burned with heat, and her inner walls, filled to the brim with his s*men, blazed with warmth.

She had sensed it on their first night as well, but his skill in bed was truly exceptional. He had no doubt been with countless women. The afterglow lingered and refused to settle. Having taken him while standing, her legs were now trembling.

The accumulated exhaustion seemed to crash over her all at once. She truly needed rest now.

But Caesar’s eyes, for some reason, burned with even sharper intensity than before.

Without hesitation, he gathered Luna into his arms and carried her toward their marital bedroom.

“Haa… why are you doing this again all of a sudden…”

“We’re going to the room to do it again.”

“Wh… what?! But…”

At last they reached the large marital bedroom, and Caesar spread her legs wide and pushed his already re-hardened length straight inside.

“Haah…!! Ahng, mmh, ah!”

Against her own will, his thick shaft slid smoothly in and out of her drenched inner walls.

“You’re gripping me so tight. I’ll give it to you properly, so spread your legs wider.”

“That’s insane… hm…! Ah, ahng!”

Having already mapped out her weak points, he thr*st toward them with relentless precision. Because of it, her legs had no choice but to spread wider on their own.

Caesar had never had much interest in women, and had always looked down on men who chased after pleasure. But right now, he thought he might be able to understand them, just a little.

‘So this is why men lose their minds over it.’

And so the intimate act began again, and the light in the Grand Duke and Duchess’s bedroom burned through the night without going out for the very first time.

* * *

When she opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky.

Luna blinked several times, trying to gather her senses.

Last night, the two of them had moved from the bathroom to the bedroom and continued their intimate act until the break of dawn.

Perhaps because it was the first time in her life she had engaged in such vigorous activity through the night, her entire body ached as though she had been beaten, and her limbs hung heavy and limp.

Last night.

At the memory that suddenly surfaced, Luna’s face flushed red in an instant.

‘You like it that much? Truly… I’ve never met a woman this eager.’

‘Ah, there, it’s g-good. Do it more. More…’

‘I’ll finish inside you again, so don’t let a single drop spill.’

‘Hah… please finish inside me. Inside… ahh…!! Ha… it’s so hot…’

Recalling the remnants of the early morning hours, Luna’s face ripened again until it looked ready to burst.

She had been so absorbed in playing the role of Adelia that she had even begged him to finish inside her.

Because of that, she had no idea how much she had been put through the night, but her insides still felt numb, as though his length still filled her, and her lower belly, having received him so many times, still felt heavy.

As the memories surfaced one by one and she shuddered, she shifted her body, and as though to confirm that everything from the night before had truly happened, a slick fl*id welled and seeped from her center.

The act that had begun early in the evening had continued until nearly morning.

Did a perfect man demonstrate his abilities in bed as well? His appetite showed no sign of settling.

Since Luna had no experience with any man other than Caesar, she had no way of knowing whether all men were like this.

But from what Adelia had told her in the past, there were surprisingly many men who looked fine on the outside but were utterly disappointing.

She had heard Adelia complain about having to put on a performance of ‘enjoying it,’ and that two times at most was already a lot.

But Caesar was the complete opposite of what Adelia had described.

In terms of count alone, it had exceeded five, and after that she had given up keeping track because her body could no longer keep up.

The positions and locations had also varied endlessly. The bed was a given, but there was also the bathroom, the sofa, the table. She had even been made to kneel on the carpet and take him from behind.

The room, which had been in complete disarray from the debauchery in every corner before she fell asleep, was clean and tidy when she woke.

‘I’ll be off.’

After she had fallen asleep as though knocked unconscious, in a haze between sleep and waking, Caesar had quietly said goodbye to her sleeping form.

Thump, thump.

This is practically like being a real married couple, isn’t it?

This strange symptom had persisted since the carriage yesterday.

Why was it that whenever she faced him or even thought of him, her heart refused to behave, as though something had broken inside it?

On top of that, he had gone straight to work without sleeping a single wink. His stamina was truly remarkable.

At first she had only meant to put on a performance, but after a little while it had started to feel genuinely incredible. Perhaps, just as he had said, she really was that type of person.

Having spent a good while lost in thoughts of Caesar, Luna realized how much time had passed and pushed her tired body upright.

Her muscles ached terribly, but years of life as a maid had taught her that at times like this, she had to force her body to move regardless.

And so Luna stepped out of her room and began making her way to the library, if only to stave off the idleness.

What she had come to feel from wandering the estate these past days was that the House Valenstein manor was unlike anything else from its very scale.

The vast space, too wide to take in at a single glance, commanded a kind of dignity, like a world unto itself.

The tall arched windows and intricately carved columns, the stone of the outer walls softly holding the light of the sun.

All of it was maintained in perfect condition by the hands of countless servants, a testament to the standing of the house.

Looking at the paintings hanging along the long corridor, she was reminded of the times she had painted with Adelia. Where was she now? Luna lingered in thought for a moment, then quickened her steps.

Having collected a few books from the library, Luna arrived at the door of a large room on the topmost floor.

It was a space that had caught her eye every time she passed by.

The door, noticeably more worn than those elsewhere, and its distinctly different design that seemed to belong to a much older time, drew her attention.

As though in a trance, Luna placed her hand on the door handle and slowly turned it.

Clunk.

But it held fast, as though caught on something. She turned the handle again and again, but it would not budge, as if some mechanism were hidden on the inside.

Just what kind of priceless treasures were hidden inside for it to be shut so firmly?

Curiosity was quietly raising its head when a clear woman’s voice cut through her attention. A maid who had come running up caught her breath and delivered the news.

“Your Highness, a letter has arrived from the Marquis’s house.”

In an instant, a fact she had forgotten flashed back to her.

The curiosity vanished without a trace, and Luna quickly turned on her heel.

* * *

Having checked the letter at the maid’s summons, Luna was on her way back from visiting the Marquis’s estate as Adelia, following a summons from the Marchioness of Lutenberg.

Lost in thought, Luna drifted near the garden, circling the same spot again and again.

The Marchioness had delivered shocking news: when Luna had not returned past the time she had said she would, they had launched a search, and the result was that her room had been found in complete disarray.

What the subsequent investigation uncovered was even more shocking.

Luna, or rather Adelia, had stolen the Marquis’s household treasures and even a horse before fleeing.

And somehow, the brooch that had been passed down as a heirloom of House Lutenberg had disappeared along with her.

There was no need to explain how she had known about the heirloom. She was Adelia, dwelling in Luna’s body.

‘After everything I did for her… in the end I only nurtured trouble. I really must stop giving to those who don’t know their place.’

Hearing someone’s impressions of herself said to her face was not a pleasant experience in the least.

But if an orphan she had taken in as a child had stolen even the household heirlooms before running away, anyone would have reacted the same way.

The Marchioness of Lutenberg had assigned several people to track down Luna’s whereabouts and ordered them to pursue her, declaring with confidence that she would be caught before long.

Adelia, who had swapped bodies with her and left with clear intent.

In an instant, the real Luna had become a criminal.

If, by any chance, Adelia in Luna’s body were to be caught, what would happen after that?

And what about herself, as she was now?

It was better for Adelia not to be caught.

But that meant she had no choice but to continue living this life as a false Grand Duchess.

She could no longer be certain of anything.

Perhaps everything had already changed beyond the point of no return.

Having returned from the Marquis’s estate in such a state, Luna was in no condition to think clearly, the shock too great.