What came crashing were his eyes full of desire, his firm hands gripping her body, and his member digging in, unwilling to let go of this moment. Because of this, both her mind and body were melting sweetly. The man, once again focusing all his attention on the woman before him, moved his hips in a state that seemed utterly incapable of speaking.

A sudden thought occured, but he always checks her well-being and demeanor first. His hips are rough, yet he seems ready to stop if his Miss shows even the slightest pain, discomfort, or dislike.

“Mmm…!”

Every time Penchev intertwines his tongue with his Miss, swallows the saliva in his mouth, or moves his hips to fill her insides with his member, he feels ecstatic, as if he’s reaching the edge of the sky. The squelching sounds, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the moans flowing between their lips — everything felt more beautiful than an angel’s song.

The soft br*asts rubbing against his upper body felt even softer in contrast to his hard physique. If only he could leave marks on this delicate skin. With that thought, he briefly tightened his grip before releasing it.

If someone were to see obvious male handprints on her legs here, it would be troublesome for his Miss.

With such thoughts, he barely gathered his patience and, instead of leaving his mark, he withdrew his hips as if to receive her to his satisfaction, shaking off the clinging inner walls, then chose the most sensitive spot to thrust into.

“Mmm…!”

The female body in the man’s arms reacted sensitively at the same time. Seemingly encouraged by this, his thick and hard member filled her inner walls, then withdrew, then entered and filled her again. Each time, it felt as if every fold of her inner walls was being smoothed out.

Unable to bear the intense pleasure, he grabbed her hands that were scratching his back and pinned both of them down on the sofa backrest, interlocking their fingers. Lysith was just being pounded by him with her limbs restrained.

Thanks to his fast and strong hip movements, Lysith, who quickly reached her climax, shook her head urgently while panting. Noticing her impending climax from her reactions, the escaping moans, and the sensation of her inner walls, Penchev released the lips he had been biting and again thrust hard into just the sensitive spot.

“Huuh, huh, aah…!”

Simultaneously, he grabbed the back of Lysith’s neck, who had reached her climax, and pressed their foreheads together. After swallowing all the physiological tears that came out due to pleasure, he stubbornly locked eyes with the blue eyes between her slightly open eyelids.

Keeping her pleasure-hazed gaze fixed on himself, he embraced her trembling body that had reached its climax and continued his hip movements. Just like last time, he soothed Lysith, who was shaking her head saying she couldn’t because she was climaxing, and after thrusting in until the very end, he pulled his c*ck out of her and ej*culated.

“Kuk…”

The s*men that burst out onto Lysith’s stomach splattered all over her skin. Every time the exhausted Lysith caught her breath, the fluids on her chest and stomach flowed down a little, falling to her private parts.

Penchev, who had been staring at that scene as if entranced, finally came to his senses and took out a handkerchief to carefully wipe her sticky body. Of course, it wasn’t the handkerchief she had gifted him, but one he usually carried.

He roughly put on his own clothes, but carefully dressed the limp Lysith, and after finishing the cleanup, he carefully lifted Lysith in his arms.

Lysith, cradled in his arms, had half-closed eyes as if her strength was spent. Noticing this, Penchev briefly kissed her sleepy eyes and whispered that she could sleep.

Hearing this, Lysith blinked her eyes a few times as if reassured by the whisper, then slowly closed her eyelids and fell into a light sleep.

After laying her body on another sofa, he saw her red lips, swollen from being bitten and sucked so much. …… It seemed that not leaving kiss marks wasn’t the only problem.

Penchev, briefly holding his forehead, decided to ventilate first. It wouldn’t do to have the distinctive smell of lovemaking lingering. After all, the study was a space where his beloved and adored Miss frequently stayed. It would be troublesome if such a smell remained in such a space, wouldn’t it?

……But on the other hand, he also had such thoughts.

Every time she sees that sofa in the study, every time she sits on it, will she remember this relationship we had today? Will she remember and unknowingly wet herself while blushing…….

He swallowed once for no reason, shook his head, and opened the window. The sunset had almost disappeared, and it was about the time when it would soon become dark and the moon would rise.

It’s already this late? In fact, if he were to indulge his desires, there would be no end, but whether it was because the last lovemaking was so difficult, or because of the location, she had said they would only do it once, so he strictly kept that promise. When confessing his feelings, he didn’t mind even a slap, but now he wanted to avoid earning even a bit of her dislike.

After opening the window and neatly arranging his butler uniform that he had roughly put on, he turned his gaze to the gift for him placed on the table.

Even after looking at it again, a smile escaped him.

Along with the custom-made accessory with a jewel that captured the characteristics of his pupil in her eye color, there was also a handkerchief she had embroidered herself. Not one of them was anything less than precious. So much so that he wondered if he would ever have a chance to use them.

It seemed so precious that he might not be able to use it until he died, but if he didn’t show himself using it, his Miss might worry that he didn’t like it.

While he was glad for any concern directed at him, it was different if she worried that the gift she had given wasn’t good enough. There was no way he wouldn’t like it.

So Penchev decided to wear these cufflinks from tomorrow and carry the handkerchief in his br*ast pocket every day.

When the air in the study had somewhat cleared with the gentle early summer evening breeze, he walked towards Lysith, who was sleeping soundly. Sitting by her head for a moment, stroking her eyes and fiddling with her swollen lips, he suddenly recalled a conversation he had heard recently.

“Soulmate……”

It wasn’t actually true. It was just a story that they were called that among themselves, but it was more than enough to make him happy. Would someone in a similar situation in the past have felt like this? Would they have fallen hopelessly in love?

It could have been, or it might not have been. But he didn’t fall in love just because of that characteristic of hers. He had met too many people to like her for that reason alone.

He had also heard rumors about Lysith Gronevelt. Small things like being coldly treated by the Grand Duke as the Grand Duchess, or being beautiful but excessively timid, or not being active in social circles.

The Lysith Gronevelt he met in person was indeed not active in social circles and had been coldly treated, but she was different from the rumors. Aside from being fine even when looking into his eyes, she was someone who knew how to comfort others, knew how to care for them, had a bit of playfulness, and was a lovable person who shone brightly.

How could one not fall in love with such a person? For him, the days spent in this mansion were the happiest time he had ever spent in his life.

Lowering his gaze slightly, he saw her disheveled white hair. As he gently stroked and arranged it, the soft hair flowed through his fingers. Blinking his eyes a few times, he carefully lifted the lying Lysith and held her in his arms while sitting.

As he let her head rest on his shoulder, her slow, small breaths tickled his neck. After swallowing hard, he gathered her hair and moved it to the front. In that state, he slowly and meticulously braided her hair, showcasing the skill he had learned recently.

Although he could only use one hand as he had to firmly support her, the capable butler managed to do it perfectly even with that limitation.

After briefly considering whether to wake up the sleeping lady, he decided not to and lifted Lysith in his arms and stood up.

* * *

When Lysith opened her heavy eyes, the sun was rising at the boundary between dawn and morning. She reflexively closed her eyes at the dazzling sunlight, but sleep didn’t come again. As her mind gradually became clearer, she recalled the memories of the night before: she had made love in the study, and as she was dozing off from the aftermath, Penchev whispered that she could sleep, and she had passed out right there.

“Ugh……”

No sooner had she stretched to loosen her stiff body than a system window popped up in front of her eyes.

[Sub Quest Completed!]
‘LV.5 – Have a Conversation in a Guilty Place!’
Cleared!
[Next Level Sub Quest Granted!]
[Calculating Situation…]
[Suitable Sub Quest Generated]
[Sub Quest Prepared for You]
‘LV.6 – Establish a Different Relationship Than Usual!’
TIP! Sometimes, unusual titles can spice things up.
[There is a special reward for quests at this level.]

“……”

Lysith, who had been staring at the system window coldly while still in her stretching position, eventually gave up thinking and dismissed the window.

‘If it all disappeared……’

She was afraid of what the next quest might be.

Since she had woken up earlier than usual, she wondered if there was anything else to do, but there wasn’t really anything suitable. Most of what a noble lady does is circulating in social circles, but she wasn’t like that.