Surprised by the new position, she tried to lift her upper body, but a system window filled her vision.

[Special Sub Quest in Progress!]
‘Oh my, this position…?’
TIP! You’ve received a reward. Don’t be too surprised!
[One-time Passive Applied.]

‘One-time passive…?’

While distracted by the system window, Penchev spread her p*ssy with both hands and thrust back in.

“Ah…!”

Just from entering, she cl*maxed again, her body trembling. The system window detailed the one-time passive.

[One-time Passive: Increased Sensitivity for a Limited Time.]

‘This crazy game…!’

“Ah, no… ah! I can’t…”

The veins on his c*ck felt vividly against her overly sensitive inner walls. Unable to speak, she shook her head, but Penchev, unaware, whispered in her ear, asking if she didn’t like it.

Shaking her head, overwhelmed by the excessive pleasure, she cursed the insane system.

“Ah! Ah…”

Still thrusting vigorously, he moved his hands from her hips to her waist, then her ribs, stroking her as he thrust. He grabbed her br*asts, squeezing and releasing her n*pples between his fingers.

“Ah…”

His slower thrusts felt like they were smoothing out her inner walls. Each squeeze of her n*pples made her walls tighten and relax.

Enjoying her insides, Penchev slipped his hands under her arms, lifting her.

“Ah…”

Resting her upper body against his, he held her br*ast with one hand and stroked her abdomen with the other, then tapped her cl*t with his fingers.

As she gasped and stiffened, he bit and licked her ear, thrusting harder. Her head shook against his shoulder with each thrust.

“No… I’m going to…”

“Do as you please, Miss.”

Shaking her head, she rubbed her face against his shoulder, but his fingers and c*ck showed no mercy. He told her to do as she pleased, but all she wanted was for the overwhelming sensations to stop.

The simultaneous stimulation inside and outside was unbearable. At some point, Lysith found it impossible to maintain her sanity and gave up trying to hold back the sensation of needing to expel something. With every thrust of his hips, a clear liquid spurted out, wetting the sheets.

“Ah, ugh! Ha, mm…”

An obsession for the only unattainable salvation he could neither touch nor possess boiled within him. A dark emotion, indescribable by simple words like possessiveness, dripped onto the woman.

He was prepared to be slapped, but he knew she wouldn’t do that. He was just a human being who wanted to fulfill his desires by relying on her kindness and gentleness. Even if it was just for one night, it was fine. He hadn’t thought about what he would do if she kicked him out afterward. Whether he died or endlessly hovered around her.

Or perhaps, he knew she wouldn’t kick him out.

As a butler, he performed his duties perfectly, to the point where he couldn’t do any better. Moreover, the job posting for this mansion was so suspicious that even if it was reposted, finding someone would be like plucking stars from the sky.

So, maybe… he could act this way a little bit?

Rubbing his cheek against her flushed one, he gave a final thrust, barely holding back from the intense tightening of her inner walls as he cl*maxed.

His long spurts of s*men mixed with her fluids, splattering onto the sheets.

“Ugh, ha… ah…”

Seeing Lysith still trembling, Penchev laid her on a clean bed. If she had been more conscious, she might have thought it was finally over, but Lysith’s mind was elsewhere.

She was so out of it that she couldn’t even see the system window before her.

[The usage time of the one-time passive has ended.]

Her eyes opened as she felt a familiar sensation below.

“I’m sorry, Miss…”

“Sto-… ugh!”

He silenced her plea with a kiss, thrusting his hips, making it impossible for her to speak. Just before she lost consciousness, Lysith thought:

‘Damn, this better not have a bad ending…’

* * *

When Lysith finally lifted her heavy eyelids, the sun was already high in the sky.

She couldn’t remember much from the middle onward. Penchev had clung to her obsessively, making it impossible for her to stay sane. Despite being thorough, he hadn’t left any bite marks or red spots on her body.

‘They say a quiet cat climbs the stove first…’

At least she wasn’t dead. It felt like she was going to die, but it seemed there was no bad ending.

Unable to lift her upper body, she turned her head to survey the room, which was impeccably clean as if nothing had happened.

A glass of water was thoughtfully placed on the bedside table. After clearing her throat, she tried to speak, but her voice came out hoarse, like someone with a cold. It was only natural after all the screaming.

Trying to sit up brought a sharp pain to her waist. Gritting her teeth, she ignored the pain and raised her upper body to drink the water.

“Cough, cough. Whew…”

Even though it was summer, a sore throat seemed unlikely, and she couldn’t think of an excuse. Feeling slightly better, she drank more water and cleared her throat again. Leaning against the propped-up pillow, she sighed.

So… it happened. It was rough and forceful, but it happened.

She couldn’t understand his mindset, but it wasn’t inhumanly unacceptable. Though her memory was hazy, he acted almost crazed all night.

‘What did he say? Don’t abandon me, or do as you wish, keep looking at me…?’

His whispered words were almost nonsensical, filled with an overwhelming, dark affection. It seemed that making eye contact with her was a significant salvation for him.

He had insisted on making eye contact during their intimate moments, especially when she cl*maxed.

Lysith wondered why she could maintain eye contact with him without issue. The only reason she could think of was:

‘Because I’m the player of the game.’

There was no other explanation. She had likely posted the job ad, met his eyes first, confirmed he was the male lead, and hired him. That’s how it usually goes in games.

As she pondered how to deal with Penchev, Eve silently entered the room, looking surprised.

“Oh, you woke up late today.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have a cold? Your voice sounds strange.”

“Seems like it.”

After responding with a slightly cracked voice, Eve asked if she needed a doctor. Knowing a doctor would realize it wasn’t a cold, Lysith forced a smile and said it was just a light cold that would soon pass.

Sitting still, she realized it wasn’t just her neck and waist that hurt. Her unmentionable parts were sore, and her butt hurt from the position they had been in. It felt like she had been beaten.

“Could you prepare a bath? I’d like to take it alone.”

“Sure.”

Having experienced back pain for similar reasons before, she decided to soak her body in hot water. Though there were no marks on her body, she felt more comfortable bathing alone.

After Eve left to prepare the bath, Lysith struggled to get out of bed, her back creaking as she stretched. It felt like the day after horse riding.

‘…Is it similar?’

Lost in strange thoughts as she gazed at the garden outside the window, the system’s cheerful notification sound rang.

[Sub Quest Preparation Complete.]
[Sub Quest Prepared For You]
‘LV.5 – Have a Conversation in a Guilty Place!’
TIP! You know this conversation is a bodily one, right?

“Damn it…”

A curse slipped out. What were they asking her to do now? A guilty place? It meant having s*x in an inappropriate location. The quests seemed to be straying further from the norm.

Standing there dazed, Lysith only came to her senses when Eve led her to the bathroom. Accepting her fate, she bathed and had a late breakfast as usual.

Next was tea time.