3.6 

Clara wrapped her fingers around the enormous object. It was so large that even both hands couldn’t fully encircle it. Unlike the veiny shaft, the tip had a rather pleasing shape.

The only question was whether it could fit into her mouth.

Slowly, she opened her mouth and licked the tip with her tongue. She had worried it might taste unpleasant, but fortunately, it only carried Lucius’s natural scent. The sticky liquid dripping out had a faintly sour taste, though.

“Haa, ngh.”

As Clara fully enveloped the tip with her lips, Lucius’s moans changed slightly. His playful gaze deepened, and the grip of his hands on her face became stronger.

“Ah, there, Clara Belle.”

Each time Clara licked with her tongue, Lucius’s desperate moans grew louder. With a strained expression, he tightly grasped her shoulders.

From below, Lucius’s face was utterly captivating, enough to make one instinctively use their tongue.  

Clara softly licked his shaft as if she were savoring candy. With a wet sound, she took him deep into her throat.  

“Damn it! Ugh.”  

Lucius hastily grabbed her and pulled himself out. 

Was it because her lower part was tight, her upper mouth felt just as narrow? 

He had almost cl*maxed when she took him in.  

“Ha, Clara.”  

“What? Was it not good?”  

Worried that her inexperience had made her clumsy, Clara sat up with a concerned expression. It wasn’t a look of satisfaction.  

As he gasped with his face completely contorted, Clara, anxious, stroked his cheek.  

“It was my first time, did it hurt? I’m sorry.”  

“That’s not it.”  

Haah.  

Lucius couldn’t bring himself to explain. How could he possibly admit that every time he entered her, he was on the verge of climaxing, like some premature fool?  

“If that’s not it, then what?”  

He wished she’d just let it go, but Clara, oblivious, scanned Lucius’s face.  

What mattered wasn’t his expression but the throbbing shaft that felt ready to burst.  

Lucius silently told himself to calm down several times, then traced her lips with his finger. Afterward, he inserted his finger into her mouth, thoroughly exploring its soft interior.  

“Mm, ah.”  

Though it wasn’t as thick as his shaft, the sensation of his large, firm finger inside her mouth felt strange. Lucius spent a long time exploring her mouth before withdrawing his finger.  

“With it being this tight, my c*ck feels like it’s going to explode.”  

“W-What?”  

She didn’t fully understand what he meant, but one thing was clear—she felt like she needed to take him into her mouth again.  

Seizing the moment, Clara grabbed his shaft with her hand. It was still wet from her earlier attention.  

‘So this is what I had in my mouth.’  

Unconsciously, Clara swallowed. What she had initially thought of as grotesque had now become something she found enticing.  

“Can I suck it again?”  

“Ha… You want to?”  

“You said if I did it well, we wouldn’t have to go further.”  

Her tone was curt, but her expression betrayed her yearning. Watching Clara tightly grasp his shaft while nervously biting her lip, Lucius felt an overwhelming urge to shove himself into her mouth, even knowing he’d climax too soon.  

“Fine. But this time, use your tongue on the shaft.”  

Leaning back slightly, Lucius gave her instructions. Clara nodded while stroking his er*ect member, then leaned forward and licked from the tip down to the base.  

“Ha, hoo.”  

Her tongue’s movements made Lucius grip the bed sheets tightly. Though she had never been taught, Clara instinctively licked every inch of him, making him want to thrust deep into her throat and release.  

He restrained himself only because he knew it would hurt her. Instead, he bit his lip and watched as Clara continued her ministrations.  

Clara, her saliva coating his shaft, began to slowly take him into her mouth again. Though no one had instructed her, she instinctively pushed him deeper, aiming to take him all the way to the base.  

“Ugh, Belle, ah.”  

As the tip of his shaft pressed against the back of her throat, Lucius’s groans grew louder. Clara understood what that meant—he was truly feeling it.  

Her mouth was so full of him that breathing became difficult. Yet Clara persisted, licking and sucking as best as she could. Earlier, he hadn’t cl*maxed properly, but this time, she was determined to bring him to release.  

If she succeeded, it would prevent her moans from echoing throughout the house.  

With her father, the Earl, unable to enter the room, the thought of her and Lucius being intimate inside was mortifying.  

How would she face the servants? And what about the worsening rumors?  

Determined, Clara worked harder, even as the tip of his shaft hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. By then, Lucius had lost control.  

Grabbing the back of her head, he began thrusting roughly. His groans filled the room as he moved his hips aggressively.  

“Mm, mmph, mmph.”  

Clara had no choice but to take him fully into her mouth and throat. Saliva dripped, and tears streamed down her face, but she held onto his thighs, enduring it all.  

Just as she wondered when this would end, her jaw trembling from the effort, Lucius’s fingers tangled tightly in her hair.  

She knew then that his climax was near. As she gave one final lick along his shaft, he shuddered violently, and hot liquid began to fill her mouth.  

Startled, Clara tried to pull away, but Lucius held her firmly in place. He emptied himself completely into her mouth, ensuring not a drop was wasted.  

Clara had no choice but to swallow his essence.  

“Gah, cough, ah, cough.”  

“Haah, ha…”  

As Lucius caught his breath, he seemed to realize he might have gone too far. Gently holding her chin, he examined her face.  

Then, using a soft cloth, he carefully wiped her face and helped her spit out any residue left in her mouth.  

“It tastes so fishy.”  

Clara grimaced as she spat everything out.  

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never tasted myself.”  

Of course not.  

Clara muttered internally. Surely, other women had done this for him plenty of times, sparing him the need to taste himself.  

“Here, have some water.”  

Producing a water bottle from somewhere, Lucius handed it to her. Clara rinsed her mouth several times before finally feeling a bit refreshed.  

“Are you satisfied now?”  

She didn’t expect him to be fully content after just one release, but she hoped it would be enough to make him leave the Earl’s residence peacefully.  

Once she had calmed him down, she could plan to meet him another day.  

‘But meet him for what? What am I planning to do?’  

She already knew the answer.  

After receiving flowers from him, Clara couldn’t pretend to be oblivious any longer. Whether his feelings were love or not, Lucius already saw her as a woman. Now, it was Clara’s turn to decide.  

Would she be honest about her suppressed emotions, or would she reject him entirely?  

“I’m not satisfied, but it seems your little head is overthinking again.”  

Lucius sat on the edge of the bed, ruffling her hair.  

“I gave you flowers, broke off your engagement, and silenced the rumors that troubled you. So what’s the problem?”  

“Maybe I’m wondering what you are thinking, Baron.”  

“I was thinking about how I’ve filled your mouth with my seed and now want to fill the lower one as well.”  

What?  

Clara’s jaw dropped at his vulgar remark. 

And why was my face turning red? How could he say such things so casually?  

“What exactly is going on in your head?”  

“Do you know how much I’ve endured, working nonstop? Besides, I’ve already told you—you’re the only one who can excite me now. If I had my way, you wouldn’t be leaving this bed.”  

“Well, I suppose I should thank you for stopping here, then.”

“…Ha, Clara.”  

“By the way, do you realize that if you keep releasing inside me without any precautions, I could end up pregnant? Then you’d have no choice but to marry me.”  

She hadn’t meant to say that.  

If not for Lucius’s casual remarks about his seed, Clara wouldn’t have responded so sharply.  

At the mention of marriage—a word Lucius clearly disliked—his expression stiffened slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke.  

“Do you think I’m doing this without any thought?”

“…”

“I’m not planning to marry right away.”

As expected.  

He had no intention of marrying. He was so different from—  

“I want to go through the proper process with you.”  

At those words, Clara glanced up at his face. 

Proper process?  

“Let’s start by dating. I’ve never even done that, so I want you to teach me while staying by my side.”  

Clara blinked several times at his words. 

This couldn’t be real. What he just said—  

“Teach me about love, Lady Clara.”

Love.  

The word she never expected to hear from him had finally come out of his mouth. Clara felt a lump in her throat. Just when she had been ready to give up completely, he said something like this.

In the end, she had changed his mind.  

The Clara he once considered nothing more than an annoying little girl had done it.