Chapter 4.1

The meeting place for their tryst was a building located slightly away from the bustling streets. Its exterior was utterly unremarkable, but its interior was extravagant and immaculate—a secret hideout of the Imperial Family.  

Yes, Andrea had succumbed to the temptation called responsibility. Though her decision had been half-pushed by Michael’s reasoning, in the end, it was her own desire that filled the final piece. The desire to see him once more, to hold him just one more time.  

The days leading up to her rendezvous with Michael were sleepless for Andrea. Unlike the last time, when she had been sexually inexperienced, this time, she knew. She knew what would happen when she saw him again. She knew what sensations he would bring her.  

“Mm.”  

But this, she hadn’t anticipated.  

“Hng, it’s too, too…”  

“Hmm?”  

“Too bright.”  

Making love in broad daylight, in a room flooded with sunlight pouring through large windows, was an entirely different dimension of experience.  

Layer by layer, her clothes slipped to the floor, and she was gently laid down on the silky, slippery bed sheets. At first, Andrea thought she was fine. Or rather, she was too preoccupied to think at all, but she didn’t feel particularly self-conscious about her n*ked body.  

‘This is so embarrassing….’  

But she couldn’t remain composed under Michael’s relentless caresses. Today, there was no mask to hide her flushed face, no dress to partially cover her body, and no veil of night to shield her.  

Unlike the last time, Michael wasn’t in a hurry. His hands moved slowly along her skin, which bristled with goosebumps. His teasing touch, barely grazing her skin, made her body gradually heat up. When Andrea unconsciously arched her upper body, Michael let out a low chuckle.  

“What’s wrong?”  

“……”  

“Feeling uncomfortable?”  

His hand, which had slithered down her slender neck like a snake, suddenly gripped her round, apple-like br*ast. Her soft flesh filled his large hand as if it had been waiting for him. Andrea squeezed her eyes shut at the subtle stimulation.  

“Hngh….”  

Michael began to stimulate her er*ect, rosy n*pples by slowly rolling them with his thumb. Andrea clenched her jaw tightly, trying to suppress her moans. Her strained expression only fueled Michael’s competitive streak.  

He wanted to lower his head and take her soft flesh into his mouth, but at the same time, he wanted to see more of her desperate expressions.  

In the end, Michael decided to hold back once more. He lowered his hand to cover Andrea’s concave lower abdomen. The heat of his palm, as hot as a burning flame, began to warm her body. Andrea unconsciously clenched her thighs tightly together. The slight friction brought a faint relief to the itch spreading below.  

“……!”  

But Michael wasn’t one to let that be. With his large hands, he pried her knees apart and positioned himself between them. The sound of her tightly closed entrance spreading open sent a flush of red all the way up to Andrea’s chest. She felt an overwhelming urge to cover her ears.  

‘If only he would hurry up and do something… If only he would overwhelm me like last time.’  

Andrea cautiously opened her eyes and looked up at Michael’s face with longing. However, his expression remained calm and composed.  

Michael lightly kissed the inside of her slender ankle. His lips traveled from her ankle to her calf, then to her knee, and finally to her thigh.  

And then…  

Between her widely spread thighs, the place even she had never looked at herself was exposed in full view before Michael. Feeling his gaze fixed on her most intimate area, Andrea drew in a short breath. She unconsciously tensed her lower body. Michael let out a low chuckle.  

“Even here is beautiful.”  

“……”  

“Did you know that?”  

Michael’s slightly husky voice sent a soft tickle to her moist entrance, and Andrea let out a short gasp.  

“Ah!”  

That was the signal. Michael’s hand, which had been teasingly circling the area, finally slid smoothly into her folds. Her flushed entrance was soaked with clear liquid, a mess. Her tight opening twitched as if responding to Michael’s touch, but it remained tense and narrow.  

Michael’s fingers gently circled the prominent, pomegranate-like protrusion of her cl*toris. The sudden surge of pleasure struck Andrea like lightning, causing her body to jolt and tremble. She clamped her hands over her mouth, desperately trying to suppress her cries, but her composure gradually crumbled under Michael’s skilled movements.  

As his firm fingers scratched and teased her sensitive nub, then plunged deeper inside, Andrea’s mouth fell open. Her entrance, which had been waiting for more intense stimulation, eagerly sucked in his fingers.  

Andrea stared blankly at Michael’s face as he busied himself exploring and stretching her insides. Though he wasn’t rushing, the smile that had lingered on his lips earlier had mostly faded. The bulge in his pants clearly showed that he wasn’t as composed as he appeared.  

Yes, his pants.  

Andrea suddenly realized that Michael was still fully dressed. Clad in a simple shirt and trousers, he looked more casual than usual but still completely put together. In stark contrast, she was entirely n*ked, writhing on the bed.  

Sensing her gaze, Michael lifted his head.  

“Hmm?”  

Michael quietly observed Andrea’s face, which was still flushed and disheveled from the pleasure. But there was a strange loss of focus in her expression. Tilting his head slightly, he asked,  

“You seem to want something more.”  

Andrea quickly shook her head. But Michael was nothing if not persistent.  

“No, there’s definitely something.”  

“……”  

“Are you really not going to tell me?”  

Michael withdrew his hand from between her legs and locked eyes with her. His determined expression made it clear he wouldn’t let it go until she confessed. His gentle yet teasing tone, his languid expression, and his fingers glistening with her wetness—all of it was overwhelmingly provocative for Andrea.  

Would I ever be able to win against him?  

In the end, Andrea couldn’t resist Michael’s persistence and cautiously opened her mouth.  

“You’re still wearing clothes….”  

Before she could finish her sentence, Michael’s face broke into a wide grin. He straightened up, looking down at Andrea’s flushed face.  

“You wanted to undress me?”  

He teased her with his mischievous question, but he began unbuttoning his shirt without hesitation.  

The light that had illuminated Andrea’s body now shone equally upon Michael’s. Andrea held her breath as she watched him slowly strip down.  

When his shirt came off, his well-toned body was revealed. The broad shoulders and firm chest drew her gaze. Andrea’s eyes trembled as she took in the sight of his chiseled muscles, where light pooled and shadows deepened. It was the ideal physique, like a statue of a heroic figure from mythology.  

Summoning all her courage, Andrea allowed her gaze to roam over Michael’s body. Half-n*ked, he was utterly stunning. Andrea felt her heart pounding as if it would burst. It was a dreamlike moment.  

But when Michael’s hands moved to the waistband of his trousers, Andrea couldn’t bear to watch any longer and turned her head away. She heard Michael chuckle softly.  

However, he didn’t tease her further and quickly discarded the rest of his clothes at the foot of the bed.  

Now completely n*ked, Michael approached Andrea. Placing his hands on either side of her head, he looked down at her and asked,  

“Are you satisfied now? Does it feel fair?”  

Andrea nodded slightly.  

“Yes.”  

“Then focus on feeling it now. Don’t hold back.”  

Michael sweetly captured Andrea’s lips. The kiss was deeper and more skilled than before, igniting the cooled flames in no time. The exchange of saliva through their entwined tongues only fanned the flames of excitement.  

Michael’s lips trailed down her neck, teasing her skin as they moved slowly. When he lightly licked her prominent collarbone, Andrea’s head tilted back. Taking that as a cue, Michael enveloped her luscious peak with his mouth.  

As he lightly grazed her rosy ar*ola with his teeth and rolled her swollen n*pple with his tongue, Andrea’s back twisted sharply. The sensation of her sensitive skin being wrapped by his moist tongue was nothing short of shocking.  

Michael relentlessly teased Andrea’s br*asts. Watching her perfectly shaped mounds being squished and molded in his large hands brought him immense visual satisfaction. The sweet scent emanating from Andrea stimulated his sense of smell, while her soft and tender skin heightened his sense of touch.  

“Ahh…”  

A groan, as if she were in pain, escaped Andrea’s tightly closed lips. While her strength ebbed away, Michael spread her legs and prepared to enter her. He was at his limit. His member, fully er*ect and leaking prec*m, had been throbbing impatiently for a while.  

“Haa…”  

“Hngh…”  

The thick tip of his member slowly rubbed back and forth over her wet entrance. Each time it brushed against her, her opening opened and closed as if urging him on. Andrea arched her hips, silently pleading with Michael.  

“Breathe.”  

The moment Andrea took a short breath, Michael plunged deeply into her. In an instant, half of his shaft was swallowed, forcing her tight passage to stretch open. Despite all the preparation he had done, the first penetration was still a struggle.  

“Ah!”  

It wasn’t easy for Michael either. The tight walls gripping his member forced him to take a sharp breath.  

“Relax a little more.”  

Michael pressed his lips to Andrea’s cheek as she panted shallowly. He lightly nibbled on her lower lip while spreading her legs a bit wider.  

How far is he going to go?  

Andrea felt Michael gradually pushing deeper inside her, leaving her in a state of mild bewilderment. The slower pace this time made her acutely aware of his presence within her. The sensation of his thick tip scraping against her ridged walls was overwhelmingly vivid.