Her room, which they entered together, was dark without any lights or magical tools turned on. Only the moonlight streaming in from the window faintly illuminated the interior.

Seeing this, Penchev was about to turn on the lights, but Lysith suggested not to, as she would soon be going to sleep, and sat on the sofa.

Standing behind her, he naturally began to braid her hair, just as he had done before. Today, there were no loose strands since she hadn’t worn any accessories.

Whether it was because Eve taught him well or not, his skill in handling her hair exceeded her expectations. It was clear he could do it quickly, but he seemed to be deliberately taking his time, perhaps wanting to spend more time with her. Smiling inwardly, Lysith stood up when he finished tying the ends and doing the final touches.

“Then I’ll be…”

“Wait.”

Moving behind the sofa, Lysith grabbed his sleeve and lifted it. Despite the suddenness of her action, which could have startled him, Penchev allowed her to do as she pleased without the slightest disturbance.

As she expected, the cufflinks she had gifted him were shining on his sleeve.

“You’re wearing them.”

“I considered cherishing them like a treasure but thought you’d be disappointed if I didn’t wear them.”

Hearing his answer, Lysith let out a small sound of admiration and slowly counted in her mind. One, two, three…

“Really? Then…”

Releasing his sleeve, she placed her hands on his shoulders and stood on tiptoe. Caught off guard, he bent his upper body, and her lips lightly touched his before parting.

Looking at Penchev’s bewildered face after the sudden kiss, Lysith smiled brightly.

“A token of thanks.”

The man who received her surprise attack looked dazed.

Hmm… Was it not good? Feeling awkward, Lysith scratched the back of her head and rolled her eyes.

Up until now, Penchev, as Lysith had seen him, appeared calm and indifferent to everything, yet he actually lacked self-control more than expected. So she thought if she stimulated him just a bit, he might come over, but if this didn’t work, she was unsure what to do.

Penchev, who hadn’t even noticed Lysith’s awkward expression, still wore a face as if his soul had left him. Considering they had already been intimate, his reaction seemed surprisingly naive, but from his perspective, he couldn’t help it.

His Miss had taken the initiative to kiss him outside of their intimate moments and smiled brightly, calling it a gift.

It wasn’t just because she was his Miss; objectively, she was beautiful. Moreover, in the eyes of a man in love, the object of his affection always appeared as the most beautiful person on the continent.

Still looking half-dazed, with flushed ears, Penchev continued to stare at her. Lysith, after taking a small deep breath, steeled her resolve and stood on tiptoe again.

As soon as her lips lightly touched his, his previously limp arms suddenly wrapped around her upper body. Simultaneously, his closed lips parted, and his tongue swept across her lips.

As a ticklish sigh escaped her, Penchev’s tongue entered her mouth and brushed against hers.

“Mm…”

He wrapped his arms around her body, trapping her, and explored her mouth with a tongue that was more persistent than usual. By now, Lysith had learned a bit of technique and had just about mastered the art of breathing through her nose. Although she still found herself breathless.

When Lysith responded to his tongue by moving hers slightly, Penchev’s back heaved like he was even more excited.

Continuing the relentless kiss, Penchev lifted Lysith up and, as if not wanting to waste time walking to the bed, sat her on a nearby table and broke the kiss.

“Hoo…”

“Haa…”

Their lips, wet with saliva, glistened. As they caught their excited breaths with their faces close together, the silence was broken by Lysith’s panting words.

“Ha… By the way, is there any… title you’d like to try calling me?”

“……”

“Since it’s my birthday, in the spirit of celebration…”

Before Lysith could finish her sentence, Penchev’s lips parted.

“Wife.”

Hearing the title that came out without a moment’s hesitation, Lysith’s eyes widened. His lips, which seemed ready to kiss her again, brushed tantalizingly close.

“Wife, may I kiss you?”

For a moment, it felt like her heart dropped.

Even breathing in and out felt like a cautious act. It seemed like if she gave her permission, this man before her would devour her.

‘That kind of setting? If that’s the setting, should I use formal language?’

After racking her brain, she recalled that Lysith had indeed used formal language during her marriage.

“…Yes, hmph!”

The word of permission had barely left Lysith’s mouth when Penchev engulfed her lips. Simultaneously, his hands roamed her body frantically. His urgent hands removed her thin dress and even stripped away the n*gligee underneath.

Until now, he had never shown such an overt display of excitement, but perhaps due to the word ‘wife’ he had uttered and her response, his heightened state was more apparent than usual.

She tried to calm him by stroking his shoulders, but this seemed to excite him further as his lips licked her ear, traced her neck, and teased her collarbone.

Normally, he was obsessively careful not to leave marks on her skin, but now he acted as if he had thrown all his reasoning and restraint to the wind.

His hot breath broke against Lysith’s skin, causing her to shiver. As she trembled, his hand slowly caressed her back.

There wasn’t much difference from his usual touch, yet somehow it felt incredibly sticky and sensual. Lysith let out a sweet sigh. After gazing at Lysith’s blushing face for a moment, he quickly removed her remaining underwear and planted kisses on her white skin.

Each time his hot lips touched her skin, the spot felt as if it had been scalded. The man, while lowering his lips, carefully laid his wife down on the table.

For a moment, Lysith worried whether the table could withstand it, concerned about its stability. But the thought quickly evaporated as the man, who seemed ready to devour her at any moment, stared into her eyes and stirred her p*ssy, which was already wet with excitement.

“Ah! Hng, haa…”

“You’re unusually excited today, wife.”

“Hng…!”

Seemingly enjoying the situation, he wore a thin smile on his lips. His calloused thumb toyed with her prominent cl*t, teasing it, while his index and middle fingers, buried deep in her wet walls, scraped her insides.

Grabbing one of her legs, which lay carelessly on the table, and hooking the other around his waist, Penchev thrust his fingers into her hole a few times before withdrawing them. As he withdrew his fingers, Lysith’s body flinched, and seeing him hurriedly lower only his trousers and drawers, she stifled a scream.

This man… he must be crazy!

Did he just provoke a sleeping lion… or in this case, touch its g*nitals? After lazily stroking his er*ect c*ck a few times, he muttered that he couldn’t hold back anymore and aligned the gl*ns with her gaping entrance, thrusting himself in.

“Hmm, ah…”

“Ha…”

The insertion was more urgent than usual. Yet, the inner walls clung tightly to his c*ck, making his vision blur as if his eyes would roll back.

He glanced down at the half-inserted length, then, seeing her whole body flushed with excitement, he thrust his hips forcefully. The table rattled, and simultaneously, her p*ssy swallowed him to the hilt.

“Huh, ugh!”

“Shh… Wife.”

“Ha, ugh…”

As she gasped at the sensation of being stretched wide, Penchev bent down to plant b*tterfly kisses all over her face to calm her down. Even while doing so, he swayed his hips slightly, whispering ‘wife’ in a way that tickled.

Once she got used to the fullness below and could breathe easily, Penchev stopped nibbling her cheek and lowered his face to suck her er*ect n*pple into his moist mouth.

With a slurp, he licked it once with his tongue while slowly rotating his hips, causing Lysith’s back to arch from the subtle teasing.

Feeling a strange sense of longing, Lysith opened her lips to speak.

“Uh… ah, there…”

“Where… do you mean?”

“Ha… hmm…”

He already knew exactly where to touch to make her arch her back and react sensitively. But this time, he was deliberately avoiding her spot, teasing her with his movements. It was Lysith who was frustrated by his actions.

Though she vaguely understood he was doing it on purpose, Lysith moved her hips, feeling his c*ck probing and scraping inside her, matching his rhythm.

Watching her move beneath him, Penchev bit his lip. This was indeed the sight he had hoped for, but her movements were even more lascivious than he had imagined.

Finally, he straightened up, pulled back, and thrust forward sharply. The man’s c*ck hit her sensitive spot perfectly, causing Lysith to arch her back and gasp.

He paused for a moment, taking in her face, the elegant curve of her body, and the sticky connection between them, before roughly moving his hips again.

“Ha, uh… ah!”

“Wife, ha… You must react this sensitively…”

“Uh, ah!”

Each thrust brought creaking sounds and the slapping of skin echoing in the room. The table groaned as though it was pleading for mercy, but neither of them was in the right mind to care about such noises.

One leg was draped over his waist, while the other was pinned and pushed up, hitting his shoulder with each shake. The stimulation perceived even the soft fabric of her clothes to her now sensitive skin.

“Ah, uh! Hmm…”

His c*ck continued to delve deeper and deeper inside her, causing her vision to blur. Though it was her room, which was familiar to her, it felt strangely unfamiliar. As he watched Lysith moan uncontrollably, Penchev paused his fierce thrusting and spoke softly.

“Wife.”

“Huh, ah… yes, yes…”

“Call me ‘husband’.”

…What? As soon as she heard those words, the pl*asure-clouded haze in her mind suddenly cleared. She hadn’t even used that term when she was truly married…