Chapter 4.2

Before long, she had taken in almost all of him. Each time he slid in and out, the snug and elastic walls clung to him, creating a distinct pulling sensation. Andrea could no longer suppress her moans and let out a series of sensual sounds.  

Squish, squish.  

The lewd sounds, so out of place in the bright and sunny room, muddled her thoughts. The wet slapping of their bodies colliding felt shameful, yet the mix of embarrassment and arousal only heightened her pleasure.  

“Ah! Hngh, ah…”  

With each thrust, the pleasure built steadily. The itch that had made her rub her thighs together earlier grew more intense. The sensations that had been accumulating since they entered the room reached a peak, teetering on the edge of overflowing. Andrea’s hands gripped the crumpled sheets tightly, trembling with tension.  

Sensing her approaching climax, Michael quickened his pace. His movements, which had been gentle and considerate, grew rougher. He thrust into her forcefully, his face now as flushed as Andrea’s.  

“Hah, seriously…”  

Michael murmured through gritted teeth, burying his face in Andrea’s neck. His hot breath brushed against her skin. Her once-dry skin was now slick with sweat, their damp bodies sticking and unsticking with every movement. Oddly enough, the sticky sensation didn’t feel unpleasant.  

Andrea cautiously raised her arms and wrapped them around Michael’s shoulders. It wasn’t a firm embrace, just a light touch, but even that required immense courage. Despite their intimate connection, her heart raced at the simple act of placing her hands on his shoulders. It was a paradox she couldn’t quite understand.  

And then it happened.  

“Ah!”  

“Hngh!”  

Michael thrust deeply, striking her inner walls with force. Andrea’s abdomen tightened as her body instinctively clenched around him. The sudden climax caused her back to arch dramatically, her vision flashing with bursts of light.  

Under her trembling hands, Michael’s body stiffened. The sensation of his release, conveyed through their tightly pressed skin, was unmistakable. As Michael savored the warmth of Andrea’s body, she felt the weight of his body pressing down on her.  

Thump, thump, thump.  

Through their joined chests, she could feel the pounding of a heartbeat, though she couldn’t tell whose it was. Their young bodies intertwined as if they had always been one, refusing to let go. As Michael nuzzled her neck with his teeth, Andrea cautiously ran her fingers through his hair.  

Swish.  

His soft, undamaged hair slipped through her fingers like sand. His golden locks, always captivating her gaze, shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight. She had once thought he resembled the sun while standing on the podium, but now, disheveled and lying in her arms, Michael seemed…  

‘Like a dream.’  

Most of the good things that happened to Andrea felt like dreams. But there was no dream as beautiful or terrifying as Michael. 

As the chaotic lovemaking that had clouded her mind subsided, her rationality slowly returned, pulling her back to reality.  

When would I fully awaken from this dream?  

Andrea stared at Michael’s muscular, bare back, lost in thought.  

She knew well that the “responsibility” Michael spoke of wasn’t something serious. If he had envisioned a future with her, they would have shared tea in the palace instead of lying n*ked in a hideout, communicating with their bodies.  

The Crown Prince, adored by all the citizens of the Empire, and a half-noblewoman despised by everyone else. It was certainly not a fitting combination. Had she not impulsively approached him, their lives would have continued in completely separate directions, never intersecting.  

Andrea tried to suppress the growing hope within her by telling herself harsh truths. The man resting his face between her br*asts felt so close, as if she could reach out and touch him anytime, but she couldn’t forget that this was merely her illusion.  

“I feel good.”  

Michael, who had been quietly enjoying Andrea’s touch, purred softly like a cat. Andrea, momentarily lost in her thoughts, resumed stroking his hair gently.  

“And you?”  

Michael lifted his head to meet Andrea’s gaze. His eyes shimmered mysteriously under the midday sun. Mesmerized by the enchanting colors, Andrea nodded slowly.  

“…I liked it.”  

Michael chuckled softly. He asked again.  

“How’s your body?”  

“I’m fine.”  

“Last time, you couldn’t even open your eyes and were completely limp.”  

Michael brushed away the strands of hair stuck to Andrea’s forehead as he spoke.  

“You seem to have a bit more energy today.”  

Andrea instinctively nodded but frowned at a strange sensation. She could feel something hard swelling inside her.  

‘No way.’  

A faint tremor ran through Andrea’s cheeks. Noticing her subtle expression, Michael burst into an amused laugh. He planted a light kiss on her lips.  

“That’s right.”  

“How…”  

“I don’t feel like letting you off today.”  

Michael’s lips trailed down Andrea’s neck, leaving red marks on her pale, round chest. He smiled beautifully, his eyes crinkling.  

“Hmm?”  

The moment their eyes met, the continuation of their story was already decided. Sensing victory, Michael’s smile deepened. He flipped her over and thrust deeply once more. The day was still long, with much time left to spare.  

***

Andrea’s ‘responsibility’ toward Michael did not end with just one secret rendezvous. Every two or three days, the two met and passionately intertwined their bodies. Even Andrea, who had been sexually inexperienced, could vaguely sense that their physical compatibility was exceptional.

Although their conversations were not as dramatic as their physical connection, they got along quite well. It was closer to Michael speaking and Andrea listening than an actual conversation. Michael preferred to lead the dialogue, while Andrea enjoyed listening, making them a reasonably compatible pair.

Andrea was not the type of woman who could wittily respond to Michael’s words. In fact, she seemed to hardly understand jokes. However, the more Michael got to know Andrea, the more he realized that there were many intriguing aspects about her.

What kind of woman was Andrea Heathridge.

Andrea was not quick to react or particularly expressive, but she never said anything carelessly. While she seemed timid, her small, steady voice revealed her thoughts clearly, showing that she was not entirely without determination.

‘She’s quite a smart woman. The more I know her, the less I understand her.’

She had a unique aura—an almost astonishing calmness about everything. She neither boiled over with passion nor became coldly indifferent, maintaining a lukewarm state. This distinct temperature of hers was captivating enough to hold Michael’s interest.

Then, what did Andrea Heathridge want from him? That was a far easier question to answer than understanding who she was. It was glaringly obvious that she liked him. Her actions were always discreet and cautious, but the clear affection shining in her innocent face whenever she looked at him was unmistakable.

After consistent observation, Michael concluded that Andrea seemed particularly weak to his face. Her favorite position was also one where they could face each other. Especially when their eyes met and he smiled, her lower body would tighten around him, gripping him with all its might. She was truly an adorable woman.

If nothing else, he had certainly come to understand her beautiful body. He knew which positions she preferred, how to stimulate her most effectively, and which expressions and sounds made her wet with desire.

Michael gazed up at Andrea, who awkwardly moved her hips while sitting on top of him.

‘Was I weak to faces too? I don’t think I was.’

Her movements were still clumsy, but even her awkwardness managed to provoke him in unexpected ways. Honestly, just watching Andrea quietly was enough to arouse him helplessly.

Her innocent face, blurred with arousal, made his already swollen lower half grow even harder. She seemed uncomfortable with the deep penetration, letting out groans and whimpers as she squirmed. Michael’s lips curved softly.

“Does it hurt?”

At his words, Andrea quickly nodded. Her reddened, tearful eyes looked pitiful beyond measure.

“Shall I help you?”

“Yes.”

Michael firmly gripped Andrea’s hips with both hands. He began to lift and lower her gently. Her slender, flexible body swayed up and down in his grasp.

“Ah, ah, ahhh!”

Andrea let out high-pitched moans each time she was thrust down onto Michael’s body. Unlike their first few encounters, when she had tried to stifle her pleasure to the point of grinding her teeth, Andrea now openly expressed her delight.

Was there a more delightful sound to hear?

Matching the rising excitement, Michael gradually increased his pace. The sound of splashing water filled the room as their joined bodies moved together. Thin, sticky fluids spurted out between their interlocked g*nitals. A massive climax loomed just ahead.

Thrust!

Michael pulled Andrea’s body down with all his strength. His slick, wet p*nis was swallowed up in an instant, striking her sensitive peak forcefully.

“No, wait, ah…!”

“Haah.”

Andrea’s neck arched back sharply as her insides tightened around him like crazy. Transparent saliva dripped from her wide-open mouth, trailing down. Michael pulled her trembling body close, spilling himself inside her. Tears trickled down Andrea’s cheeks and fell onto him.

Michael embraced Andrea, who collapsed on top of him, savoring the languid satisfaction that followed their lovemaking. Her body, warmer than usual, with just the right weight and her sweet, addictive scent, made everything feel perfect. He thought he could give up anything if it meant staying in this moment forever.

“Then…”

But then.

“I’ll go wash up.”

Andrea, awkwardly fidgeting with her fingers, slowly rose. She quickly climbed off Michael, covering herself with a robe. Before Michael could say anything, she left the room in a hurry.

“Haah.”

Left alone on the disheveled bed, Michael buried his face deeply into the crumpled pillow. He inhaled the faint scent of Andrea’s skin lingering there. It was the same scent that had heightened his happiness moments ago, but now it left him feeling somewhat deflated.