1.2 

Lucius turned his deep blue eyes, clouded with desire, toward the source of the noise. There, he found Clara standing in his room.  

“Hah… Am I hallucinating? Clara Belle, standing in my room?”  

At his self-deprecating remark, Clara snapped back to her senses. She couldn’t back out now, not after coming this far. Even if she left this room without incident, she would still face his contempt.  

Resolving herself, Clara slowly approached his bed. As she moved closer, Lucius watched her intently without blinking.  

Of course, he continued to lazily stroke his s*men-covered member as he observed her.  

His gaze felt like it was stripping her bare, examining every inch of her body. Clara felt as though she were standing there n*ked. She was so nervous that all the tips Liz had given her to ensure a passionate night had flown out of her mind.  

‘First, untie the ribbon on your dress, then kiss his cheek.’ 

With trembling fingers, Clara began to carefully undo the ribbon on her dress. As her pale shoulders were revealed and the silk undergarments beneath became visible, Lucius showed no reaction.  

But when Clara stopped in front of him and bent down to kiss his cheek, he pulled her waist firmly, laying her beneath him.  

Lucius’ blue eyes roamed over Clara’s entire body. He looked as though he was ready to devour her at any moment, but he gritted his teeth and barely managed to speak.  

“Clara Belle.”  

“B-Baron L-Lucius.”

Lucius stared at her for a long time. He had suspected for a while that Liz and Clara were up to something strange. After all, Liz had spent the entire day looking at him with a mischievous grin.  

‘Honestly, I’ll tell you. I brewed an herb that’s good for the body.’ 

Liz had declared boldly.  

Lucius had chuckled at her audacity. 

What kind of nonsense was this?  

‘It’s not some kind of poison, is it?’

‘What?! How do you even see me?!’

Liz had shouted indignantly at his comment, and Lucius had merely laughed.  

He knew better than anyone that Liz would never harm him. At most, she might give him an upset stomach.  

After gulping down the tea, it occurred to him that Liz was Clara’s closest friend. 

Could it be…? Had she fed me a love potion? 

Narrowing his eyes, Lucius dismissed the thought. It was unlikely to cause any real harm, but he didn’t want to give Clara false hopes, especially since he had recently rejected her proposal.  

‘There shouldn’t be any problem.’ 

Thanks to his exceptional looks, Lucius had encountered all kinds of potions. Most of them had no effect on him. So, he had brushed it off—something he shouldn’t have done.  

“You feed me an herb that’s ‘good for the body’ and then sneak into my room in the dead of night?”  

His hand gripped Clara’s shoulder tightly. Startled by the burning heat of his touch, Clara realized just how feverish he was.  

Despite her concern, the only thought that crossed her mind at that moment was how much she wanted to make love to him until his fever subsided.  

Clara steeled herself.  

Then, glaring at him, she boldly expressed her thoughts.  

“I… I just wanted you to see me as a woman!”  

Yes, that was her honest feeling.  

How wonderful it would be if he could see her as a woman, even just once.  

Her tearful yet defiant outburst made Lucius grit his teeth.  

“Are you planning to never see me again after this?”  

If they went through with this, they could never return to being just close siblings or friends.  

Still burning with desire, Lucius muttered under his breath. It sounded more like he was convincing himself than speaking to Clara.  

Seeing him struggle to maintain his composure stung Clara’s pride. It felt as though he’d rather continue pleasuring himself than touch her.  

‘Close siblings-like relationship.’

She understood.  

Clara knew better than anyone that there would be no turning back after this.  

But she’d rather be his woman, even for just one night, than remain as nothing more than his sister’s close friend.  

Clara clenched her jaw and gently stroked Lucius’ cheek. That single touch shattered the last shred of his restraint.  

Pressing his lower body firmly against hers, he exhaled a ragged breath into her ear.  

“Well, if you want me this badly… How could I refuse your wish?”  

With those words, Lucius tore her remaining dress apart. The sound of fabric ripping echoed as her dress was shredded into pieces.  

Startled, Clara tried to sit up, but Lucius grabbed the back of her head and kissed her deeply, preventing her from moving.  

Even if she couldn’t fulfill her romantic dream of kissing him in a garden at sunset while gazing at a grand fountain, she hadn’t wanted her first experience to be this rough and violent.

His actions, prying her lips apart and seizing her tongue, were nothing short of predatory. His tongue was driven solely by desire, devoid of any affection or consideration.  

‘You braced yourself for this.’  

Tears welled up in Clara’s eyes.  

But just because she had prepared herself didn’t mean her body and heart were ready for it. It was treatment worse than that of a mere bed partner.

Yet, at this point, she couldn’t push him away. Clara bit her lip and clumsily tried to follow his movements.  

However, before she could catch up, Lucius was already far ahead, driven purely by instinct. Clara, with no time to even shed tears, was simply being swept along by his tongue’s movements.  

“Haa… Ugh… Mm.”  

Contrary to her chaotic emotions, instinctive moans escaped her lips. The more Lucius explored her mouth with his tongue, the more a sticky sweetness lingered on her tongue. Before she knew it, Clara, though inexperienced, began to shyly suck on his tongue.  

“Damn it, you’re driving me crazy.”  

Lucius pulled away from her lips and exhaled deeply into her face. The ticklish sensation made her flutter her eyes open, and the sight stirred something deep within him.  

Just a few days ago, Clara had seemed like a child to him, but now, she appeared as a woman.  

Lucius roughly grabbed the silk slip barely clinging to her body and the tightly bound strings underneath. He yanked at them with force.  

This had been bothering him for a while.  

Unlike other noblewomen, Clara had an unusually tight binding around her chest. Even if her chest was small, binding it like this must make it hard for her to eat properly. He had even worried about such trivial things.  

Back then, he hadn’t been curious about what lay beneath. But now, it felt as exciting as unwrapping a gift on his birthday.  

“What could our young lady be hiding so tightly?”  

At his mocking smile, Clara covered her face with her arms. She felt humiliated.  

Even when she had proposed to him, he had mocked her for her small chest. How much harsher would his words be now that he saw it in person?  

She could only feel dread.  

Under Lucius’ touch, her chest was finally freed. As the cold air brushed against her skin, his low laughter abruptly stopped.  

Though she couldn’t see his expression because her face was covered, she couldn’t hide from his gaze.  

Lucius, who had been silently staring at her chest, let out heavier, more excited breaths. Without warning, he grabbed both of her exposed br*asts with his large hands.  

“Ugh… Ahh.”  

“Damn it. Hiding something like this…”  

“Ah… Not so hard… Ugh… It hurts.”  

“Belle. If you had shown me this when you proposed, I might have said yes right away.”  

Even with his large hands, he couldn’t fully grasp her ample, firm chest. His lower body throbbed uncontrollably at the sight.  

She had been hiding this all along?  

He had often wondered where all the desserts she ate went, and now it seemed they had all gone to her chest. Her slender, graceful figure carried such an unexpected fullness.  

Was this really the same Clara Belle I had known for 15 years?

Lucius forcefully pulled her arms away from her face.  

Seeing her tearful face paired with the largest chest he had ever encountered, he felt his blood rush not only below but also to his head.  

“Damn it, you’re driving me insane.”  

“Ugh… Please, Baron… Don’t touch me like that… Ugh…”  

“And now you show me this? How could I not lose my mind?”  

Clara couldn’t understand the situation. Just days ago, he had mocked her chest, and now it was driving him crazy?  

Perhaps this was another effect of that herb—one that made her chest seem fuller.  

“Ugh… It hurts… Ahh… Please, be gentle… Ugh…”  

But such thoughts soon vanished from her mind.  

Lucius’ relentless grip on her chest, as though he were trying to milk her, caused her immense pain, and she began to plead.  

However, he barely acknowledged her words. He continued to knead her chest as he pleased, eventually lowering his mouth to her pink n*pples and gently sucking on them.  

Despite her ample chest, her n*pples were small and adorably protruded, matching her usual innocent image.  

Their color was a clear pink, leading him to wonder if they might taste like strawberries. But when he finally tasted them, they were sweet and rich, as though coated in honey or sugar.  

Lucius firmly gripped her br*asts and sucked on them vigorously. He wanted to see these cute pink n*pples turn red under his touch.  

The thought of this innocent young girl, whom he had always seen as his sister’s friend, becoming a woman in his hands made his body burn even more.  

“Ugh… Ahh… Baron… Ugh… Stop… Ahh…”  

Clara twisted her body in all directions, overwhelmed by sensations she had never experienced before.  

When he lightly teased her sensitive points, it tickled, but when he grazed or bit them with his teeth, a sharp jolt of pain shot through her.  

If it had been purely painful, she might have pushed him away, even hitting him if necessary. But the strange pleasure creeping up from below, mingling with the pain, left her writhing helplessly.  

“Ugh… Ahh… Baron… Ugh… Something’s wrong with me…”  

“Oh, I’ll make you feel even stranger, Belle.”  

Lucius paused his movements and quickly discarded his shirt, tossing it aside as if to get rid of anything in his way.  

Clara, who had been lying beneath him and moaning, trembled as her lips quivered at the sight of his bare chest and abs.  

Earlier, she had caught only a glimpse, but now, seeing him up close, his body was even larger and more muscular than she had imagined.  

Unlike his refined facial features, his body exuded raw masculinity.  

Lucius chuckled as he watched Clara’s gaze wander over his body, her breathing ragged. She was such a shameless young lady.