1.3

“Do you have the leisure to admire my body? Well, you were already staring at my c*ck.”

“N-no, that’s not it.”

“I should have known you were a bold young lady, with those innocent eyes hiding such mischief.”  

“Bold? I… Ugh…”  

“Ahh, no, ugh, stop, ahh, ugh!”  

“Stop? No way.”  

Lucius smirked as he brushed Clara’s forehead once and then scanned her entire figure.  

Watching Clara writhe beneath him, moaning as he kneaded her chest and teased her entrance, was a sight to behold.  

Her light brown hair was scattered messily across the bed, and her peach-like cheeks had long since turned rosy.  

Even her emerald-green eyes had darkened.  

He had never thought of her as particularly beautiful before, but now, she was so stunning that he wondered why he hadn’t noticed earlier.  

“With a sight like this, how could I not want to take you?”  

Lucius pushed aside his admiration and began to roughly move two fingers inside her. Her body, which had barely adjusted to one, flinched at the intrusion of two, but his c*ck was already on the verge of bursting.  

With his other hand, he grabbed her br*ast and kneaded it firmly while biting down on her other n*pple.  

“Ugh! Ahh, mm, ahhh!”  

“This has to open up before I can put my c*ck in. Isn’t that why you came to me, wanting to be taken?”  

“N-no, ugh, ahh, mm.”  

Clara shook her head desperately, trying to deny his words, but her feeble movements didn’t convince him. The more he sucked her br*ast, the more her lower half flooded with her juices, dripping endlessly.  

She was so wet, so sensitive.  

‘Even my fingers are being gripped so tightly.’  

He was at his limit.  

Considering it was her first time, he knew he should prepare her a bit more before entering, but he was about to explode.  

There was no way he was going to waste this precious moment on the sheets. If he was going to release, it would be deep inside her.  

Lucius pressed the tip of his fully er*ect c*ck against Clara’s entrance. Her wet opening clung to him, as if begging to be filled.  

“I’m going in.”  

“N-now? Ugh, ahh, no, don’t, ahhh!!”  

Startled by his words, Clara tried to pull her hips back in fear, but it was futile. Held firmly by Lucius’ large hands, she was pierced through without mercy.  

“Ugh, ahhh!”  

Clara trembled violently, letting out a sharp scream. It was a pain she had never experienced before.  

She should have known when she saw the massive size of him. That enormous thing burrowing into her body felt like it had torn her apart, and it wouldn’t be surprising if her internal organs were ruptured.  

How could this thing keep pushing deeper into such a narrow space without stopping? 

Holding back the nausea rising in her throat, Clara screamed.  

“It hurts! Ugh, p-please, ahh, let me go.”  

“It’s too late for that, Belle.”  

Lucius knew her tight entrance was struggling to accommodate his size, but he had no intention of stopping.  

His c*ck, swollen and throbbing, demanded to go deeper into her. Slowly, he pushed himself further inside, biting his lip to suppress his groans.  

“Clara…”  

He had known her face since they were young, so he thought there wouldn’t be anything new to notice now.  

He had always found her smile cute, but her tear-streaked face was an entirely different story. Her moist eyes, combined with the pained moans escaping her lips, stirred him in ways he couldn’t describe.  

Even her feeble attempts to resist were so enticingly sensual.  

Did she have no idea how such a sight would affect a man?  

“You should’ve said that before I started sucking your br*asts.”  

Though he tried to sound composed, Lucius was on the brink of release. As soon as he reached the deepest part of her tight insides, the overwhelming sensation hit him, and he poured his seed deep into her.  

“Ugh, ahhh!”  

“Ahh, mm, ugh!”  

As he thrust deeply, Clara’s body trembled beneath him. Her lower half still burned and ached, and his presence inside her felt nothing but uncomfortable.  

What was so enjoyable about this that other ladies screamed in delight and heroines in books moaned so passionately?  

If anything, it had felt better when he had sucked her br*asts and used his fingers below. She had expected pain, but she hadn’t anticipated it to be this unpleasant.  

Looking up at Lucius, who was exhaling slowly above her, Clara tried to hold back her tears. The unfamiliar sensation of something hot filling her inside was overwhelming, and though her first experience was marked by pain, she tried to steel herself.  

‘At least this might help me let go of any lingering feelings.’  

She would go home, clean herself, and sleep as if dead. Now that she had experienced being with him, she could move on and start anew.  

Clara tried to lift her upper body slightly, already feeling the fatigue setting in. She might need to stay in bed for days to recover.  

“Where do you think you’re going?”  

But her attempt to get up was quickly stopped by Lucius. He pushed her back onto the bed and grabbed her waist this time.  

“Baron?”  

“Where do you think you’re going?”  

“I-it’s over, ugh! Ahh, stop!”  

“Over? Clara Belle.”  

Lucius gritted his teeth as he thrust his c*ck back into her. His pride was deeply wounded.  

“Ugh, Baron, ugh, why, ahhh.”  

“After one release, it’s not as tight as before.”  

Lucius pushed himself deeper into her, his jaw clenched. The lubrication from his earlier release made it easier than before, but her insides were still tight.  

Her body resisted his intrusion, clenching around him, and the sensation made Lucius let out a guttural growl.  

He felt like he was about to climax again.  

He hadn’t even moved much, yet the urge to release was already overwhelming.  

For someone known across the Empire as a master of satisfying women in bed, it was ridiculous that he couldn’t even last long with Clara.  

Lucius’ body tensed with determination.  

“Ugh, take it out! Ahh!”  

“You’ll feel good soon, Clara. Just hold on, ugh, for a bit.”  

Lucius gently rubbed her cl*toris, trying to soothe her. His priority was to relax her insides.  

Clara twisted her body at the sensation of being penetrated again. As he said, the pain had lessened slightly compared to before. Her lower half still ached, and his presence inside her was unmistakable, but it was somewhat bearable now.  

Still, the lingering discomfort made her want nothing more than for him to stop. Clara tried to resist in every way she could, but it was futile against Lucius.  

“You gave me that herb and aroused me, so you have to take responsibility, Belle. Ugh, right?”  

“Ugh, ahh, but, ugh.”  

“Where do you think you’re running off to?”  

Before Clara could respond, Lucius pulled out slightly and then slammed back into her in one swift motion. The sudden impact made Clara’s back arch like a bow, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.  

This couldn’t be happening.  

She had heard that men couldn’t get hard again immediately after releasing, but the thing inside her was not only still rock-hard but also seemed even larger than before, tormenting her insides.  

“Where did you learn such bad habits, ugh, sneaking into my room late at night?”  

“Ugh, ahhh! Ahh!”  

“Damn it, feeding me that herb, getting me aroused, and now trying to run away after having me?”  

“Ahh, ugh, mm, ahhh! It’s not, ugh, not like that!”  

“Not like that? Belle, you were shaking those big br*asts of yours to seduce me, ugh, damn it.”  

Lucius grabbed her thighs and lifted her legs. Then, he pushed his c*ck even deeper than before and began to thrust his hips with force. Each time his hips pulled back and slammed forward again, Clara let out sharp moans. She gripped and twisted the sheets tightly, but it still felt like something was missing.  

“Ugh, ahh, mm, ahhh.”  

It feels strange—it feels so strange!  

Just moments ago, the pain below had been unbearable, but now it was completely different. The pain was still there, but an unfamiliar heat seemed to spread from below, gradually replaced by an inexplicable pleasure.  

She clawed at the sheets in an attempt to resist, but what she really wanted to grab was his nape. She wanted to wrap her arms around Lucius’ neck and nibble on his ears.  

No, she wanted to bite his chest and neck, leaving marks all over him to claim him as hers.  

Clara bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to suppress those impulses. But Lucius wasn’t someone who would miss such changes.  

“Hah, Belle, what’s wrong? Does it feel good?”  

“Mm, ugh, ahhh.”  

“Is it so good that you’re gripping me so tightly down there?”  

At his words, Clara’s moans grew louder.  

Tears still welled in her eyes from embarrassment. The same embarrassment seemed to extend below as well. Each time he said such things, her entrance clenched tightly around him, making it even harder for him to hold back.  

Her body was honest, while her mouth only spouted lies.  

“You’re so honest down there, ugh, but your mouth only tells lies.”  

“N-no, ugh, mm, ahh, ahhh.”  

“Hold onto me. I’ll go even harder.”  

What a selfish man.  

Telling her to hold onto him so he could thrust more easily. But in this situation, she had no choice but to do as he said. As soon as Clara reached out and clung to his back, his slow movements quickened.  

With each thrust, the bed creaked louder, shaking as if it might collapse at any moment. Afraid they might fall through the bed, Clara clung to him even tighter.  

“Hah, you’re gripping me so tightly, Clara.”  

She didn’t have the energy to respond. Clara panted heavily, merely matching his rhythm with all the strength she could muster.  

“Ugh, mm.”  

If all she felt was pain, she would have wished for this moment to pass quickly. But as the pain dulled, pleasant sensations began to rise.  

At first, she didn’t know what it was, so she simply lifted her hips and shifted below, trying to figure out the source of the thrilling sensation.  

Then, when Lucius grabbed her hips and thrust into her mercilessly, Clara let out a sharp moan as her vision flashed.  

“Ahhh! Mm, ahhh!”  

Hearing Clara’s moans of pleasure amidst her panting breaths, Lucius smirked, lifting one corner of his mouth.  

“You’re loving this, aren’t you, Clara?”  

“Ugh, mm, ahhh, mm.”  

“It’s different from earlier, isn’t it? Hm? Are you starting to enjoy my c*ck now?”  

His c*ck.  

The vulgar word pierced Clara’s ears.  

She had never heard him use such words in public. 

He must reserve them only for the women he shares a bed with.  

Expressing raw emotions with raw words—this side of him, she would never have seen if they hadn’t slept together.  

‘Yes. This was the right decision. There’s no need to feel sad.’  

Clara thought to herself as she moaned freely, letting herself feel everything.  

How many women must have seen this side of him? How foolish must I have looked, following him around and guarding against those women, believing we were rivals?  

She hadn’t known his true self at all.  

“Hah, Clara, you feel amazing.”  

“Ugh, does it feel good?”  

“Yes, how could it not, ugh, feel good?”  

Watching Lucius bite his lip and thrust even harder, Clara gave a faint smile.  

Yes, no matter the past, as long as this moment feels good, that’s enough. Even if it’s just once, if she could remain a special memory to him, that would be enough.  

Clara suppressed the jealousy rising within her and decided to change her mindset.  

For this moment, she would act as if they were the only two people in the world, sharing love.  

Like lovers seeking each other’s warmth.  

With that resolve, it felt as if her entire body opened up to him. Her previously tense body, which had struggled to get wet, now became slick, making it easier for him to move.  

Clara lightly sucked on Lucius’ lower lip. His parted lips carried the scent of fresh air. Earlier, she had been too tense to notice his scent or the soft texture of his lips. But now, as she licked his sweet tongue, her lower half throbbed on its own.  

“Clara, you’re so sweet.”  

Unlike the frozen tension at the beginning, Clara now actively pressed her lips against his. Feeling her change, Lucius quickened his pace, driving himself toward release.  

The earlier stiffness was gone, replaced by a silky sensation that wrapped around him, driving him mad as he explored her depths.  

This moment was so intoxicating that Lucius didn’t care if his waist gave out. He moved swiftly and relentlessly. 

“Ugh, ahhh, ahh, Lucius, ahh!”  

Hearing Clara call out his name, Lucius released another load of his seed deep inside her.  

At the same time, Clara’s feet curled, her toes pointing straight as she reached her first climax.  

Both Clara and Lucius panted heavily, having reached their peaks together.  

Was it over now? 

Clara glanced at Lucius with half-lidded eyes, but he didn’t seem much different from before, only catching his breath.  

“Hah, Clara.”  

“…Please, Baron.”  

“Shh. The night is long, and the effects of the herb haven’t worn off yet.”  

With those words, Lucius flipped her body over. Feeling his still-burning er*ction against her, Clara swallowed her tears, realizing this night would be endlessly long.  

But this was the path she had chosen, and she decided to endure it. After all, this would be the last night she was allowed with him.