Not that! Even though you were in a bad mood just a moment ago!

But Olivia’s thoughts couldn’t escape her lips. Like marshmallows placed on freshly baked cookies, she was carried away by Alois’s touch that slowly melted her, without giving her time to gather her thoughts. The reception room was filled with the sound of clothes rustling as they brushed against bare hands.

Though they were alone in the reception room, it was still a clinic, and it was still bright enough to see everything clearly.

She belatedly tried to think of reasons why they shouldn’t, but the reality was already overwhelming as she sat on his thigh, struggling to handle Alois’s hot tongue that was desperately entwined with hers.

His lips collided seamlessly before she could even exhale her heated breath. Their movements became increasingly wild as he strongly sucked on her heated tongue and licked every corner of her mouth. Each time his fingers supporting the back of her head tickled her nape, goosebumps rose on her back.

“Mmng.”

Eventually, with a short moan, Olivia’s wandering arms naturally wrapped around his neck. The glass jar she had been precariously holding fell onto the sofa. Alois, who had been kissing her frantically, slightly separated his lips and shifted his gaze. Olivia’s dazed eyes blankly stared at the trace of the deep kiss that briefly sparkled and disappeared between their lips.

“Come to think of it, you quite like sweet things, don’t you?”

At that sudden question, Olivia nodded with a face reddened by passion. She liked how the man with an always cold impression had such intense eyes only when holding her in his arms. When she lightly traced his distinct jawline with her hand that had been wrapped around his neck, he briefly clenched his teeth.

“Then since we’ve received a gift, we should taste it.”

Right now, suddenly? Though he always tended to rush without knowing moderation, Alois had never interrupted like this to do something else, so Olivia opened her eyes wide. Still keeping her seated on his thigh, Alois picked up the jar of jam that had fallen beside them.

“Uh, then should we get some bread or something now……”

Olivia’s attempt to get up with a hidden regret stopped abruptly at the sight of Alois opening the jar. He scooped up a generous amount of bright red raspberry jam with his finger, which gleamed with a sticky sheen. He then put his finger full of jam directly into his mouth to check the taste. Olivia unconsciously swallowed dryly at his actions. It was a manner that didn’t match his title as a duke, but her body tensed at the somewhat wild, raw appearance.

“There’s nothing dangerous.”

“Of course not……”

Of course it was safe since it was jam made by Kale’s mother herself. Before Olivia could finish her protest against his unfair safety check, a sweet and sticky finger suddenly invaded her mouth. She instinctively sucked on his finger.

The jam, so sweet it almost hurt, with a slight tartness, melted in her mouth. The sticky sweetness of the jam clung to the insides of her mouth that had just been thoroughly stirred up by Alois’s tongue.

“How is it?”

It was delicious. So delicious that she naturally wrapped her tongue around his finger and sucked it. The viscosity of the saliva dripping between her parted lips seemed even more sticky than before.

This time, his finger, heavily loaded with jam again, didn’t enter her mouth but rubbed against her lips like he was drawing a picture. The sweet scent touching her nose grew increasingly intense. Her tongue, which had slipped out between her slightly parted lips, carefully licked the jam on her lips, and at the same time, Alois kissed the lips he had thickly smeared himself.

The jam, thickly applied over the skin that had always been soft and delicate, provided an unfamiliar sensation. The heavy, thick jam slid with a wet sound as it was pressed against her lips. The pulp of the berries, which remained densely, was crushed and mixed with saliva, flowing into her mouth. Instinctively following the sweetness, she flicked her tongue, and before she knew it, not knowing whose was whose, they sucked each other’s lips and exchanged the pooled saliva.

“……Haah.”

She had always thought kisses with Alois were sweet, but kisses topped with jam were so sweet that her tongue almost hurt. No, perhaps it really did hurt since they were actually sucking on each other as if dissolving candy.

Alois’s lips, smeared with jam and unusually red like Olivia’s, gradually moved downward. Between her collarbone and chest, where she was exhaling hot breaths.

The jelly-like jam stubbornly clung to her snow-white skin, but not satisfied with just that, Alois, who was unfastening Olivia’s dress, scooped up more jam once again.

“Mmng, I’m not, bread, no, mmh.”

“I wouldn’t dare compare you to bread.”

The heavy jam dripped not only on the rounded mounds of her br*asts but also on the clothes that had slid down to her waist. Olivia protested, feeling like a slice of bread or biscuit well-spread with jam, but Alois merely laughed lightly once.

“You’re the only one who can fill my endless hunger, so such comparisons don’t fit.”

The jam flowed thickly over her already red n*pples.

‘This really makes them look like wild strawberries.’

Thinking something that would have made Olivia faint if she had heard it, he rubbed the pulp over her hardened n*pples. The pulp was softly crushed. He opened his mouth and took her n*pple in, rolling it, and her cries from above grew a little louder.

Her body jerked greatly when he lightly bit the protrusion with his teeth and then pressed and rubbed it with his tongue. Until the jam that had stained her br*ast red completely disappeared, he gripped the flesh with sticky hands and greedily licked up every bit of sweetness.

“Ah, ahh, you’re, you’re too muuuch, mmng.”

On her white flesh, which had been sucked and licked for quite some time by a hungry beast, dense traces of saliva still sweet with jam and mottled congestion were fully filled.

Because she was staggering, unable to properly control her waist due to excitement, Alois laid Olivia on the sofa table. Her eyes, soaked with pleasure, were already wet with moisture. Her fingers between her parted lips twitched with excitement, as she had bitten them herself while trying to hold back her moans.

“You can do it too if you want.”

“Wh-what?”

Alois gently wrapped her ankle with a strangely annoying smile. Sitting between her legs, he folded her legs upward, pushing them until her b*ttocks lifted slightly.

Under the bright sunlight illuminating the reception room, the underwear covering her intimate area was explicitly exposed. Especially in the narrow gap, the middle of her underwear was soaked in a dark color from the love juices flowing down. She already knew she was wet down there, so Olivia’s face turned crimson at Alois’s deliberate exposure of her private parts. Her chest heaved roughly with intense emotions, whether from shame or some strange sense of transgression.

“I meant you can apply it as you like.”

From her knee to the inside of her thigh, a long streak of red jam extended. Like a child’s scribble, a crooked long line was drawn on her thigh with a sweet smell. What followed, as if it had been waiting, was the ticklish sensation of a tongue tracing behind it.

“Like a snake moving up her body, the hot, moist flesh left traces of saliva as it absorbed the jam decorating her skin. The sound of skin sticking together and separating grew louder, and the tongue dug deeper.

“Ah, ahh, mmng……”

Transparent fluid seeped out again from the narrow crevice hidden inside her underwear. Olivia bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Her trembling fingers scratched at the transparent table glass, not knowing what to do.

“Mmnh, ng!”

And when the murmuring lips pressed hot breath directly onto her underwear, her legs spread a little wider and jumped into the air. And as if she had been waiting, she made room for the man who was sucking on the wet cloth to come deeper inside.

The man’s hair tickled her skin as he buried his head between her thighs and pulled down her underwear with his teeth. The heat pooling deep inside her body squirmed. Her soft lower abdomen tensed flat.

“Hm, mmng, ng, ahh, ng……”

Her moans, begging and whining, stretched out like melting jam. One of her tightly folded legs pushed slightly against Alois’s shoulder, but the tongue tip that spread and rubbed between her closed gap showed no sign of retreating. A mixture of love juices and saliva dripped onto the table as transparent liquid.

When he rubbed her swollen cl*t with his tongue, enraged with pleasure, Olivia’s waist thrashed violently. It seemed like she was trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure rushing in, but then she would grind her lower body again like she’s trying to suck his tongue deeper, a sight both bewitching and lovely.

Although Alois had smeared jam all over Olivia’s body, he deliberately chose not to rub jam on her most sensitive g*nitals. He didn’t want to be disturbed by anything. The transparent love juices that the highly aroused Olivia couldn’t control and kept flowing were in themselves no different from the sweetest jam to Alois. Of course, along with the fatal ecstasy that couldn’t quench his thirst no matter how much he drank.

The table glass on the wooden frame screeched as it was scratched by intense force, making an unpleasant noise. Her tense fingers frantically scratched the surface, leaving clear handprints on the glass fogged with hot heat.