2.5 

“Ugh…”  

Startled, Clara came to her senses and tried to push him away, but it was impossible to stop Lucius, who had already lost control. He grabbed both of her wrists and sucked on her tongue as if he intended to pull it out.  

He didn’t care about Clara’s gasping for breath, unable to even make a sound. It was as if Lucius had been waiting for this moment, licking, sucking, and devouring her.  

The lounge was soon filled with wet, slurping noises and the sound of their ragged breathing. By the time Lucius finally pulled away, Clara was already sprawled on the sofa, her chest completely exposed.  

“Hah… hah…”  

Clara looked down at herself and saw the state she was in, tears welling up in her eyes. Without giving her a chance to explain or justify herself, he had humiliated her like this

—What did he even want to talk about?  

Moreover, his massive er*ction was pressing against her below, clearly dampening the fabric of his trousers. She didn’t want to imagine what had happened inside.  

Clara turned her head sharply to the side, refusing to look at him.  

“If you’re already crying, that’s a problem. I came to hear your reasons.”  

“Liar.”  

Clara bit her lip to keep from crying. 

Reasons? What reasons? He was just chasing me to have my body again.  

Her mood plummeted.

Foolish me. I hadn’t become special to him; I had merely fallen to the level of one of Lucius’s many women.  

It was both heartbreaking and oddly relieving to face reality at last.  

But whether he noticed her turmoil or not, Lucius gently brushed her hair aside and whispered softly.  

“Liar? That’s hurtful, Clara.”  

While Clara’s feelings were a tangled mess, Lucius’s heart was clear.  

When Clara ran away, he thought all he felt was annoyance. But when he heard about her engagement, that annoyance turned into anger.  

Even when no other woman could satisfy his desires, Clara came to mind. After enduring the rollercoaster of emotions day after day, he realized one thing:  

This fever wouldn’t break unless I saw Clara.  

He had worried he might explode in anger at her, but the moment he saw her startled face, all his anger melted away.  

So Lucius accepted his feelings.  

Clara had become the one exception in his life.  

‘Whether this is what they call love, I’m not sure.’  

She didn’t know it yet, but in Lucius’s opinion, their physical compatibility was perfect. Despite all his experience, Clara’s body was uniquely sweet to him.  

“I don’t like you, Baron.”  

At Clara’s sharp words, Lucius cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look directly at him. Her gaze was filled with genuine resentment. Her tear-streaked glare only made Lucius chuckle.  

“Not liking me isn’t so bad either.”  

“Baron!”  

“Clara. The opposite of love isn’t hate.”  

Lucius continued, slowly stroking her soft, pale thigh. Clara, distracted by his words, flinched when his tongue touched the inside of her thigh.  

“No, not there—ugh.”  

“It’s indifference. If you say you hate me, it means you still like me.”  

His confident smirk and the way he flicked his tongue left Clara speechless, her lips trembling.  

Could she even refute his words?  

Clara knew deep down that she still liked him. But did that mean she deserved to be treated like this?  

Still, she couldn’t resist. She was completely pinned beneath Lucius, her thighs helpless against his teasing tongue.  

“Hah… stop.” 

“I’ll make you feel good again this time.”  

“No… ugh.”  

Clara weakly shook her head. 

Stop. I don’t want this.  

Even as she felt heat rise wherever he touched, it wasn’t because she wanted him. Clara kept repeating this to herself, trying to reject him.  

But Lucius didn’t back down at all.  

“Are you sure you don’t want this?”  

He slid his hand deeper under her dress, reaching the secret place between her thighs. The spot Clara most wanted to keep hidden was already drenched, his fingers coated in her wetness.  

Lucius deliberately pressed harder, making sure she could hear the wet, squelching sounds.  

The noise echoed in her ears, as if accusing her of being a lewd woman. Clara wanted to cover her ears and block it out.  

“Stop… ugh, stop it.”  

Clara twisted her body.  

Her body betrayed her, heating up uncontrollably. And the one making her like this was none other than Lucius.  

“Why… why are you doing this?”  

Even as she gasped for breath, Clara managed to ask him why he was doing this. She couldn’t understand his intentions, so she had no choice but to ask.  

But Lucius didn’t answer, only moving his fingers more.  

In truth, he was curious too. What did Clara mean to him now?  

Lucius squeezed her ample chest firmly. The soft sensation made his arousal surge painfully.  

‘Right, I’ve been dreaming about this chest.’  

It had even caused him to experience wet dreams for the first time since adolescence.  

“Ugh… Baron, please…”  

Clara’s trembling whimpers reached his ears. She gently grabbed his hand, as if pleading for him to stop.  

“Please… I don’t want this. Ugh, it hurts…”  

Clara’s lips quivered again. While it might have felt good at the end last time, she didn’t want to go through it again.  

“Does it hurt? Really?”  

Lucius spoke nonchalantly, spreading her legs apart. Then he bit down on her chest.  

“Ah! Ugh!”  

Her pale skin, which had just healed, began to bruise again. Clara tried not to react to the sensation of his teeth grazing her, but it wasn’t something she could control.  

Her lower body was already leaking, and her thighs rubbed together, craving his touch.  

“Hah… ugh… ah.”  

I don’t want this. No, I do want this.  

She wanted to be his woman again, even though it was time to cut ties.  

These conflicting emotions swirled inside her, tears pooling in her eyes.  

Lucius, of course, noticed. He paused from sucking on her chest to wipe her tears.  

“Clara… hah.”  

But Clara turned her head sharply away. Her rejection made Lucius sigh inwardly.  

Her feelings were impossible to decipher.  

‘Does she really hate me now?’  

That couldn’t be.  

If she hated him, she wouldn’t be this wet. Lucius had learned much from his first, forceful experience.  

When an older noblewoman had seduced and overpowered him, he had discovered just how frozen a body could become.  

Whether man or woman, when the heart desired, the body responded.  

Clara clearly wanted him.  

‘Then why is she acting like this—as if she’s the victim?’  

She had entered his bedroom first to seduce him, yet now she was pushing him away. She had proposed first, only to hide when he tried to take responsibility.  

‘Is she playing hard to get just to drive me crazy?’  

Having always won women’s favor easily, her sudden rejection felt like an unsolvable puzzle.  

“Ever since you came to my room, this damned thing hasn’t worked properly.”  

Lucius’s anger finally erupted. For someone who had always relieved stress through s*x, being unable to perform was unbearable.  

And the person responsible was now rejecting him.  

“Not working properly?”  

But Clara glared at his manhood with contempt. 

It was only natural. Despite his claim that it wouldn’t function, his manhood stood tall and proud, partially revealed through his half-removed trousers.  

“See? I told you. It only works for you.”  

“…Liar. You’ve brought other women into your room…”  

A single tear rolled down Clara’s cheek. 

Did he really think I was an idiot? Did he believe I hadn’t heard rumors about him since then?  

But Lucius maintained a calm expression. In fact, he even looked annoyed as he grabbed her chest firmly.  

The sudden pain caused Clara to let out a sharp cry.  

“Ah, yes. I did call for other women. But it seems you didn’t hear the rest of the rumors.”  

“Ugh, ah, what… ah!”  

“That all those women were kicked out of my room not long after? There were even rumors spreading in the streets that I, the Baron Lucius, had issues with my performance.”  

“Ah! What are you… ah, ah!”  

Clara tried to ask what he meant, but Lucius pinched and twisted her n*pple, leaving her unable to do anything but moan.  

While leisurely teasing her chest, Lucius pulled out his manhood.  

“What do you think I mean? Lady Clara, you turned me into a man with dysfunction, so you’ll have to take responsibility for that.”  

Clara froze at his words.  

After hearing rumors that women had started visiting his room again, she had deliberately shut her ears to any news about him.  

But the idea that his proud manhood had failed to function was something she couldn’t believe.  

Regardless of Clara’s thoughts, Lucius continued to loosen her below.  

Part of him wanted to shove himself inside her and make her cry until her face was soaked with tears. But strangely, the thought of her sobbing like that didn’t sit well with him.  

No, it actually bothered him.  

“Ugh, ah, this… this feels strange.”  

“Stay still. You said you didn’t want it to hurt.”  

He inserted his fingers, stirring her insides repeatedly. The entrance was soft and seemed ready to swallow his tip at any moment, but the problem was that her inner walls were still quite tight.  

“Ah, hah, ugh.”  

“Clara, relax. Otherwise, it’ll hurt again.”  

“Ugh, I can’t… ah, ah!”  

She could vividly feel his fingers moving inside her. While the gentle sensation felt good, the thought of the pain that might follow made it hard for her to relax.