Tying the ribbon he had brought with the water glass wasn’t easy. After several failures, he could barely tie a somewhat shabby knot.

But no matter how long he held onto it, the shape didn’t seem likely to improve. He decided to let go of the crushed knot, which was at a terrible level in terms of aesthetic sense.

However, his clumsy effort wasn’t entirely in vain. It had made him forget the explicit thirst that kept rising.

“Andert.”

But it was an illusion.

The moment the silent Chloe embraced his shoulders, his deeply sunken eyes took on a different hue. Andert, who cupped her heated cheeks, kissed her as if devouring her.

The breath that had been pressed down decently while tying her hair rose steeply as if it were a lie. He sucked on her lips and drank the saliva infused with the scent of wine.

“I love you.”

The small whisper delivered at the moment he barely separated his lips was a direct hit for him. Though Chloe was the one who had drunk wine, he was acting like a drunk man, which was problematic. Crossing the line he had set himself was also quite an impulsive act.

But the moment he encountered the heat nestled under her long brown eyelashes, his tall shadow immediately climbed over Chloe’s body.

“I think you’ll regret holding me like this.”

It was a meaningful statement.

But her body, hotter than usual, immediately nestled against him. Chloe showered kisses on his cleanly shaved chin, cheeks, and nape in succession.

As if that fervor had become a catalyst, Andert rushed at her. It was a rough kiss, as if cornering her into a dead end. He gathered both of Chloe’s wrists together, pressed them above her head, and tore off buttons with his remaining hand.

The seam of the blouse, where cute buttons had been neatly fastened in a row, was miserably torn. As if that wasn’t enough, Andert rounded his lower body densely against hers and then thr*st his hips up. Chloe’s cheeks heated up intensely at the sensation of his manhood, swollen to hardness, rubbing against her leg. The pressure hidden within the thin pants was taut as if about to burst.

He exhaled a rough breath and hung onto her neck where her pulse was throbbing. After licking the small mole on Chloe’s neck at length, he gently bit the skin that emitted a familiar body scent.

Chloe, whom Andert embraced as if wrapping around her, trembled slightly. It was an aching sensation, but not painful. Rather, her stomach boiled like a strange pleasure.

“Andert……”

Though Chloe thr*st her waist with all her might at the feeling of being devoured one by one, it was a weak movement to the person pressing down from above. He released her gathered wrists and pulled one hand to lead it to himself. The more he mixed bodies with Chloe, the more lewd imaginations were added one by one.

They were scenes that would terrify his wife, who looked at him with clear eyes, if she heard them. So this too was one of his aspects he hadn’t known. Perhaps it was a damp desire to possess everything about the woman he loved.

“Undress me.”

His voice, resonating low, was affectionate but as concise as a high-handed command.

With her blouse and underwear disheveled, Chloe unbuttoned his shirt with tense hands. Her fingertips, pushed by unsteady breathing, missed the small buttons several times.

Andert watched her movements without rushing. Chloe, with reddened eyes, stirred desires he didn’t know he possessed. Even after she finally unfastened the last button and threw off his shirt, he waited silently. Until her hands, fumbling with the belt buckle, completely undid it.

Unlike usual, it was a passive movement as if leaving everything to her partner. After a moment’s hesitation, Chloe pulled down his pants and underwear with force. Immediately, his rigidly *rect manhood sprang forth. A whisper reached Chloe’s ear as she flinched in surprise.

“Touch me.”

Unlike his deep voice, the gaze fixed on her was persistent. The heat spreading to her earlobes made it impossible to tell whether it came from the alcohol or the man before her.

“Keep going, Chloe.”

When she gripped the throbbing flesh column and slowly applied pressure, Andert requested in a monotone voice. It was an excessively calm tone that didn’t match the scene unfolding before her. But his gaze, which examined her exposed chest and flat abdomen, was fierce.

Chloe knew. Andert Dietrich could remain composed regardless of his mood.

Above all, this was the first time he had explicitly asked her to touch him. Chloe put strength into her inexperienced hand. She was indeed unskilled in this area. But she didn’t want to back away now.

“Haa.”

Andert’s breath grew hot as he looked down at her without gaps while sitting upright. Chloe had no choice but to watch the process of the man she loved completely surrendering to desire.

Then a large hand firmly gripped Chloe’s hand, which had been careful not to hurt him. At the same time, Andert thr*st his hips up. Chloe was helplessly swept up in the rough rebound.

After that, it was hard to say she did anything. The most appropriate description would be that she just kept her hand there. Only the taut heat felt through the touching skin spoke of the depth of excitement. Chloe’s reason also tangled messily at the fierce presence that had grown even more voluminous in her hand.

The stickiness that gradually leaked from the blunt tip seeped warmly between her fingers. Meanwhile, the embarrassing friction sound only grew faster.

At the slippery sensation, Chloe bit her lip, and he gasped for breath. At the same time, his flat stomach and chest became damp. It was clearly Andert who had reached cl*max. Yet it was Chloe who felt the breathtaking tingling.

The next moment, he reached out his hand while looking down at the peach-colored skin splattered with cloudy stains. When he saw Chloe wet with his bodily fl*ids, no reason remained. The stickiness that seeped between his fingers as he kneaded her br*asts soon became thickly entangled.

Chloe’s waist flinched at the unfamiliar sensation, but only briefly before his thoroughly wet fingertips rubbed her peak strongly. As the peak twisted between his moistened fingers, Chloe felt heat rising as if intoxication surged.

Andert’s touch was incomparably messy. But she didn’t think it was dirty.

His hand, gradually moving away from her chest, slipped down over her underwear adorned with a small ribbon. His fingers, instantly lifting the thin cloth, rubbed her tender flesh. Chloe wasn’t given time to feel embarrassed about her thoroughly wet lower region. Soon her underwear was removed, brushing past her calves.

“Andert, stop……”

In an instant, he lowered his head between her snow-white legs, which he had spread wide with both hands. His moist tongue parted the reddened inner flesh and sucked in the clear fl*id that had leaked out abundantly.

Chloe, shocked by the shame, gasped and grabbed his head. She didn’t want to confirm how aroused she had become while watching him reach cl*max in this way. But Andert didn’t stop. He wanted to feel every part of her.

He gripped her trembling thighs and pushed his tongue deeper. No thoughts were necessary now. He only wanted to make the person he loved feel this pleasure as much as he was excited.

Chloe’s eyes welled with tears at the lewd shame.

“Hngh.”

A sob entangled with shallow breaths escaped involuntarily. She thought it was fortunate when he removed his head, but only briefly.

Their bodily fl*ids began to mix randomly by his large hands moving instinctively. Chloe sharply inhaled at the feeling of his palm pressing firmly against her entire lower region. Soon, his longest finger pushed densely into the narrow interior.

It felt as if her entire body was burning. While Chloe only exhaled wheezing breaths that reached the tip of her chin, Andert threw away the clothing caught on her legs in one breath.

Then he also removed Chloe’s blouse, which had been pushed up over her neck. The next moment, he overlapped his body on her disheveled nakedness. Before Chloe could notice the sticky fl*id being pressed between their touching bodies, he kissed her.

Andert was also aware that he should clean the woman he had soiled. But he didn’t want to do that now. The heat Chloe had ignited rose endlessly.

His lower region, which had already stiffened again, was growing painfully. He entered Chloe without separating his lips. The tip that filled her to the deepest point rubbed her interior. At the circular movement grinding her inner walls, thoroughly wet m*ans burst forth.

Desire boiled over beyond the threshold at the fact that she too was excited by seeing him in heat. Andert firmly grasped her round buttocks and buried himself deeply. He embraced Chloe, who trembled at the too-deep union, as if binding her.

After that, even he found it hard to remember exactly what he looked like. He truly rushed at Chloe like a madman.

That wasn’t all.