3.7 

“Ha, I probably shouldn’t have said this while we’re both n*ked.”  

“Sniff, but I still like it.”  

“Yeah. I like seeing you n*ked too.”  

At his lewd remark, Clara glared at him. Even while confirming their feelings for each other, he still managed to say something so indecent.  

“Then, what if we end up having a child while dating?”  

“Hmmm… I haven’t thought about that.”  

Lucius stroked his chin thoughtfully. Then, as if a fun idea had struck him, his eyes sparkled, and he suddenly pushed Clara down onto her back.  

“Should we make one first and then think about it?”  

“W-What?”  

“Isn’t it better to worry about a child after it’s conceived rather than before?”

His absurd reasoning left Clara speechless, her lips opening and closing in disbelief. 

What was this? He whispered sweet nothings about dating, but in the end, all he wanted was to release inside me.  

“You said you wouldn’t if I used my mouth!”  

“I said I’d think about it. I never said I wouldn’t.”  

“You’re the worst!”  

Despite her outburst, Lucius merely chuckled and said no more. Instead, he leaned down and began sucking on her chest.  

Clara squirmed, yelling for him to stop, but Lucius showed no intention of letting go. On the contrary, he bit down gently on her chest while licking her n*pples thoroughly.  

“Ugh, seriously, ah.”  

“Ha, seriously, I’m going to lose it at this rate.”  

“Ah, ah, that’s sensitive…!”  

“Yeah, I’m losing it too, Belle.”  

Lucius relentlessly teased her br*asts. Ever since he had tasted them, he couldn’t stop thinking about them, to the point of madness. If not for Serena’s matters, he would’ve come to her sooner.  

But that was in the past.  

Lucius brushed aside his thoughts and focused solely on the chest before him. These large, soft br*asts—if only he could have them by his side to touch for the rest of his life.  

“Ah, ah, Lucius.”  

“Yeah, I’ll suck them for you.”  

“No, it’s itchy and sore, ah, ugh.”  

Clara moaned as if she were in pain, but Lucius knew better. Her complaints stemmed from enjoyment, not discomfort.  

“Does it feel good here? Hm?”  

“No, ahhh.”  

“Really?”  

Finding her stubbornness adorable, Lucius gently pinched her cheek. Then, he slid his hand down to her inner thighs, stroking her soft skin.  

Though he wanted nothing more than to thrust inside her roughly, he restrained himself, as he always did, and caressed her gently.  

His fingers slid toward her entrance, and as he teased her opening, Clara’s body trembled.  

“Ah, ahhh.”  

“When did you get wet here? Before you sucked me? Or while you were doing it?”  

“Ah, no, ugh, it’s just—.”  

“Just what? Hah, how can even this part of you be so beautiful?”

“I’m not wet. Ah, ugh.”  

“No way.”  

Lucius chuckled, letting her hear the wet sounds. Without even entering her yet, she was already so wet—so lewd.  

“Denying it every time doesn’t change anything. In the end, we always have a good time, don’t we?”  

“Ah, ahhh.”  

“Ah, is it embarrassing because we’re at your home? Are you worried everyone in the mansion will hear these sounds you’re making?”  

With an even more mischievous smile, Lucius spread Clara’s thighs wider.  

“But you know what, Belle? You get even more excited when you think someone might hear you.”  

Before he even finished speaking, one of his fingers slipped inside her. It wasn’t as tight as it used to be. His fingers could now slide in easily, but the snug fit remained the same.  

“Ah, ahhh.”  

“Even if my fingers fit, if I go in right away, you’ll squeeze me so tight it’ll feel like I’m breaking.”  

“Ah, ha, ugh.”  

Clara moaned continuously at his touch. Perhaps Lucius was right. Even though she claimed to dislike it, her body heated up whenever he touched her, and she couldn’t push him away.  

No matter where they were.  

“Should I use my mouth?”  

At his suggestion, Clara shook her head vehemently, her face showing alarm. The last time he licked her there on the balcony, she had nearly lost her mind.  

Sure, it made her more sensitive and brought her to climax faster, but the idea of him using his mouth there still made her uncomfortable.  

“Instead, ugh, just put it in.”  

“Put what in? You have to say it properly, Belle.”  

Lucius kissed her face repeatedly, finding even her frowning expression endearing.  

“Ah, ahhh, that thing, the one below. Ugh.”  

Blushing furiously, Clara finally voiced her desire, but Lucius wasn’t satisfied. He wanted her to be even more specific.  

When she realized he wouldn’t stop teasing her until she said exactly what he wanted, Clara bit her lower lip.  

“Ahhh, fine, your shaft, Lucius, please put it in. Ah, ahhh.”  

“Good girl, Belle.”  

Finally satisfied, Lucius smiled brightly and positioned his throbbing shaft at her entrance. Without hesitation, he pushed it in.  

“Ah, ahhhh!”  

As expected, his shaft was on a completely different level. While his fingers gently tickled and scratched her insides, his shaft forcefully awakened every nerve in her body.  

“Ah, ahhh, ah!”  

Clara writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensation. Lucius, fearing she might get hurt if he moved too soon, held himself back with all his might.  

Suppressing the dark urge to lift her legs and thrust deeply into her.  

“Ah, ahh, ahh.”  

“You say you don’t want it, but your body tells a different story.”  

“No, ugh, ah.”  

“Really? Even though you’re grinding against me like this, soaking my lower half?”  

Despite his teasing, Clara continued to move her hips as if begging for more.  

Lucius grabbed her chest firmly and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder.  

Then, he began moving his hips gently. Each slow withdrawal and thrust made Clara’s lower eyelids quiver.  

“Ha, so soft, ha.”  

“Ah, ugh.”  

“It feels like my c*ck is melting.”  

Lucius deliberately used crude words. By now, she should be used to them, but every time he spoke like that, Clara’s face turned red.  

When she had shyly said “shaft” earlier, she had been on the verge of tears. Now, hearing the word “c*ck,” she looked so embarrassed she seemed ready to die.  

Lucius couldn’t resist brushing her flushed eyes with his hand as he continued to thrust into her.

As expected, the inner folds gripping his shaft were still a little tight, but it didn’t hinder his movements. Having already cl*maxed once, Lucius now wanted to enjoy himself a bit more.  

He continued to move slowly, savoring the feel of her snug inner walls, and Clara matched his rhythm, gently swaying her hips.  

“Ah, ahh.”  

Even with slow movements, the stimulation was intense. Feeling his explicit presence inside her, Clara bit her lower lip hard. She knew she shouldn’t let out loud moans, but she couldn’t hold them back.  

“Are you still worried about the servants overhearing from beyond the room? Or are you afraid the Earl and Countess might hear?”  

“Ah, nngh, ugh.”  

“Or perhaps, ha, you’re worried that rumors of us being together again will spread and ruin your chances of marriage forever?”  

“Ahh, ahh, ahh.”  

At his last remark, Lucius’s thrusts seemed to grow stronger. Whatever had upset him in his own words, the force of his movements increased, and naturally, Clara’s moans rose with it.  

“That damn marriage—ugh—why does it matter so much?”  

At Lucius’s final words, Clara squeezed her eyes shut. He despised the idea of marriage, but Clara had always wanted it—especially with the person she loved most.  

‘Now…’  

She had come to understand that marriage wasn’t the most important thing. What she truly wanted was Lucius’s heart, not just the act of marriage.  

“You still have the luxury to think about other things, huh?”  

Lucius quickly noticed that Clara’s mind had wandered. Slowing his pace had given her room to think, and he wasn’t having it.

He suddenly thrust in to the base in one go. The impact was far stronger than before, and Clara let out a sharp cry as her back arched like a bow.  

“Ahhh!”  

“Ha, now everyone must know what we’re doing here.”  

“Ugh, you’re so mean, ahh.”  

“Yeah, I’ve always been a bad guy, ugh.”  

Lucius lifted both her legs completely, folding Clara in half as he pressed down from above.  

Their joining point overflowed with fluids, splashing everywhere, while the tip of his shaft reached deep inside her. Clara felt her mind slipping away.  

“Ahh, ahh, ahhh!”  

“You’re loving this, aren’t you? Ugh, ha.”  

Lucius’s teasing voice seemed to echo from a distance, but for some reason, Clara didn’t mind.  

Just as Lucius had come to know her well over the years, she too had come to understand him.  

Though he grumbled with his words, his actions told a different story. 

Even though he hated the Earl’s family because of his parents’ accident, he had never abandoned her, the Earl’s daughter. Instead, he had treated her like a younger sister—or, more recently, something much more.

“Thinking about something else again.”  

Lucius relentlessly thrust into her. How he always knew when her mind wandered was a mystery. The intensified sensations below left Clara moaning and groaning.