Noticing her ears turning red, he couldn’t help but laugh. How flustered must she be…

As she pulled him along by his hand, he made eye contact with a man dressed in black, unlike him who was dressed in white.

The man’s gaze was clearly fixed on her, or rather, on her holding his hand. Meeting his gaze, as if taunting him, he saw the man’s eyes twitch.

…He would definitely follow them to the terrace.

Despite rumors that he hated his wife, Ashites, sensing an amusing situation, decided to take petty revenge. After all, the guy was annoying.

Entering the terrace, he cast two simple spells. One was a soundproofing spell, and the other made it so that the first person to touch the doorknob after the door closed would hear the sounds inside faintly. He even specified ‘the first person to touch the doorknob after the door closed’ to avoid affecting anyone else.

Unaware of this, Lysith almost screamed as soon as they entered the terrace.

“Why on earth are you doing this?!”

“Who made me like this? You have to take responsibility.”

“Take responsibility for what?! Are you out of your mind, mm…”

“……”

“Uh…”

Almost grabbing his collar, she was pulled close by her waist and the back of her head.

Naturally, their lips met, and his wet tongue invaded her mouth. The kiss was both different and similar to the previous one, gentle yet somehow urgent.

Ashites explored her mouth, wrapping his tongue around hers. As he did two days ago, his skillful tongue left her dizzy.

While she was lost in the kiss, he discarded his robe, lifted her slightly, and carried her to the sofa on the terrace. When she pounded his shoulder, asking to be let down, he finally broke the kiss.

“Ha…”

“You’re not planning to do it here, are you?”

“Yes, I am.”

“See, you’re not in your right mind! You’re not sane!”

“Even if I’m not, I am.”

Sitting down on the sofa, he pulled her onto his lap and stroked her back soothingly.

“I cast a soundproofing spell.”

“…Really?”

Stopping her struggle, Lysith rolled her eyes, thinking. Honestly, as long as there was no risk of getting caught, doing it here wasn’t a bad idea.

This was what she had been worrying about yesterday, and if he was acting like this first, it was actually a welcome situation.

“If that’s the case, then it’s okay… huh!”

Before she could finish saying it was okay, his cold hand slipped under her dress, grabbed her calf, moved up to her thigh, and then between her legs, gently stroking her underwear.

“Uh…”

“Aha…”

“……”

“Despite what you say, you seem to be expecting it, huh?”

As he said, she unknowingly started to get wet in anticipation. Realizing this annoyed her.

Wanting to cover his mouth with her hand, Lysith gripped his shoulders tightly and bit her lip to endure the sensation through her underwear.

Disliking her biting her lip, Ashites moved his left hand from her back to her neck, pulling her in for another kiss.

Once again, he ripped her underwear apart.

“……!”

“I’ll return it to normal… mm…”

As she tried to pull away in shock, Ashites mumbled through their connected lips. Understanding his words, she calmed down and gently stroked his neck.

Excited by her small action, he moved his hand from her dry thigh and suddenly stroked her p*ssy from bottom to top.

“Uh…!”

Swallowing her moan, Ashites pulled away, looking satisfied with her swollen lips. He then rubbed her slightly raised cl*toris with his finger.

“Ha… uh…”

Ashites watched her face turn red with embarrassment, her eyes tightly shut. For Lysith, closing her eyes made the stimulation feel even stronger, causing her fingers to twitch.

Unable to endure the stimulation, she opened her eyes but quickly closed them again when she met his odd-colored gaze. Keeping eye contact made her feel strange.

Even with her eyes shut, his gaze lingered in her mind.

Watching her endure the pleasure, Ashites inserted his index and middle fingers into her v*gina.

Even though it was only her second time, her body eagerly accepted his fingers.

As he moved his fingers, the sound of her wetness filled the quiet space. Embarrassed by the sound, Lysith shook her head, swallowing her moans.

After teasing her inner walls a few more times, Ashites licked his lips.

“I could put it in right away.”

“What?”

Startled, Lysith opened her eyes. Without waiting, he unfastened his pants, stroked his c*ck a few times, and pulled her waist closer.

“Wait, wait. Really?”

“Should I put it in for real?”

“Why are you in such a… huh!”

Matching the head of his c*ck to her entrance, Ashites pulled her waist down. Even with just the head inside, he felt her inner walls tighten around him.

Though she was less wet than last time, it wasn’t unbearable.

He had been pretending to be relaxed, but he was reaching his limit. Dancing with her reminded him of the previous night, nearly driving him crazy. Her soft scent and her shallow breaths near his neck made it even harder.

Seeking compensation for his restraint, he continued to pull her waist down. Despite her hands pushing against him, he ignored it and pulled her fully onto his c*ck.

Finally satisfied, he exhaled deeply.

“Phew…”

“Ugh, this… big thing…”

“Ah… I almost came just from putting it in.”

Ignoring her complaints, he said what he wanted and moved his hands inside her dress to grab her thighs and b*ttocks.

“Uh…”

As he lifted her, she felt his massive c*ck scrape her inner walls. The emptiness that followed was quickly replaced as he lowered her again, making her mind go blank.

“Ah! Ha… uh…”

Unlike last time, his c*ck seemed to reach her cervix, possibly due to their position. Unsure if it hurt or felt good, she shed a few tears, quickly wiping them away.

Seeing her hastily wipe her tears, Ashites frowned.

“Why?”

“Uh, no…”

“If it feels good, you should say so…”

No, that’s not it! She was wiping her tears because he told her not to cry last time, but he misunderstood and told her to say if it felt good. She was speechless.

She didn’t want to say it, but Ashites, shaking his waist insistently, forced her to speak.

“Uh, last time, you said… not to cry…”

“Ah, that.”

Remembering, Ashites nodded and shook his waist again.

“Uh, okay. You can cry now. But only when I’m f*cking you.”

“What a load of crap, huh!”

Because Ashites suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts, Lysith’s sentence was cut off abruptly.

“Crap, you say… That’s harsh.”

“Too… fast…”

Ignoring her complaints about the speed, he continued to pound her hard enough to make slapping sounds while pulling her hips down with both hands. Initially shaking her head at the speed, Lysith eventually succumbed to the pleasure, moving her hips in rhythm with him.

Watching her hair sway with the movement of her hips, Ashites buried his lips in her neck, which had been catching his eye. She often wore off-shoulder dresses, perhaps because of the cool weather, exposing her white neck.

If he left marks here, she wouldn’t dare wear such dresses for a while.

Overcome by a sudden possessiveness, he couldn’t resist leaving red marks on her white skin.

“Uh, ha…”

Lowering his face further, he saw her cleavage, appearing and disappearing with their movements. Debating whether to use his hands, he instead bit down and pulled her dress down, burying his face in her chest.

Despite being busy below, Ashites’ actions left Lysith unable to think straight. The thick, hot thing scraping her inner walls was driving her crazy. She realized her chest was exposed, and the sensation of his c*ck hitting her cervix, which was initially painful, now brought intense pleasure.

With his face buried in her chest, Ashites continued to thrust violently. When he took her n*pple into his mouth, her inner walls convulsed, tightening around his c*ck.

“Ah! Ha… uh…!”

As he rolled her n*pple in his mouth, her inner walls tightened and released, making Lysith forget they were on a terrace.

“Uh, ah… ha…!”

The sound of flesh slapping, her heated breaths, erotic moans, squelching noises, and the sucking sounds filled the terrace. Without the soundproofing spell, onlookers would have surely gathered.

By now, Lysith was moving her hips on her own, choosing the spots that brought her pleasure. Exhausted, she stopped moving.

Matching her, Ashites paused and lifted his face from her chest, meeting her flushed eyes.

“Uh…”

“Ha…”

“Why… so tired…”

“Is that so? Then… if you ask me to f*ck you… I’ll think about it.”

She felt close to climaxing but was too exhausted to continue.

Saying such words… If she were in her right mind, she’d realize it would complete a sub quest, but she was too focused on her missed climax to think clearly.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt wronged. She wanted to hit him, but he was the only one who could bring her pleasure now.

Finally, with teary eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling his shoulder.

“No…”

“Then I guess it can’t be helped.”