His hands lifted her dark blue skirt, simply tore the stockings she wore underneath, and gradually delved into more intimate areas. Lysith endured his touch silently until she finally couldn’t hold back and let out a shallow moan between her lips.

“You really……”

“Hah.”

“Didn’t think anything strange?”

As he finished speaking, their foreheads lightly bumped together. Lysith, who had been catching her breath, slightly rose on her tiptoes and rubbed against his lips, causing Verheigen’s other hand to urgently grasp her lower back.

When he pulled her closer with force, a small moan escaped between their naturally overlapping lips. Lysith, who broke away first without letting it continue, opened her mouth haltingly with a flushed face.

“I….. did.”

“……What?”

“……Strange thoughts.”

“Ha.” Exhaling at Lysith’s confession, Verheigen moved his hands that had stopped. One hand remained between her legs, while the other traveled up her back and pulled down her dress that had been covering her neck completely.

“Mm, nngh……”

“Why did you wear something that goes up to your neck? No, maybe I should say you did well.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he pressed his lips to her snow-white skin and nibbled, causing her to cling more tightly to his neck. At this reaction, he slightly quickened his previously leisurely moving fingers, and a shallow squelching sound echoed in the bushes.

“Ah……”

Though she seemed to be holding back her moans, Lysith drew in a sharp breath as if startled by that small sound. As if mocking her reaction, he moved his fingers even faster, causing the moans she had been suppressing to gradually escape.

After nibbling and sucking on her neckline, leaving marks, Verheigen moved his lips slowly up her skin like a crawling snail.

Finally reaching her ear, he whispered softly as if sharing a secret.

“Exactly what were you thinking?”

“Ah, nnh……”

Lysith’s upper body trembled at Verheigen’s question. Though she hadn’t imagined in detail, what had vaguely crossed her mind when she saw the quest content was…

“Not, this position……”

“……”

“From, behind, mm, ah!”

Before Lysith could finish speaking, Verheigen withdrew his fingers from her entrance and quickly turned her around. As she fumbled to grab the tree, he loosely removed his cape, draped it over the tree, and pushed her forward.

As soon as she grasped the tree covered with the cape, she felt her dress being rolled up from behind. The cool autumn air brushed against her thighs, and two fingers slipped between her torn stockings.

“Ah, mm… but.”

“What.”

“The hunting, festival, is, mmh……”

At Lysith’s question, he stopped merely caressing her through her underwear, pushed the underwear aside, and slid his fingers along her exposed p*ssy.

“You brought me here and then asked such a question……”

“Ah! Wait……”

“It’s terribly unfair, but… if I must answer, it’s fine.”

His fingers, instantly slick with her flowing juices, slid along her p*ssy and finally brushed against her slightly protruding cl*toris. Lysith’s waist arched sharply before returning to position.

“Mm, nnh… ah, Your Majesty……”

“I’ll take first place, and all the game I catch will be yours.”

His other hand gently arranged her hair, pushing it to one side as if wanting to see her flushed face. Finally, after pressing his lips briefly against her soft, reddened cheek, he moved his fingers and pushed them into her entrance.

“Ah……”

His c*ck, hot as if angered, pressed explicitly against her thighs that were clearly exposed due to her hiked-up dress. Though he certainly hadn’t undressed yet, Lysith swallowed hard while suppressing a moan at the heat she could feel.

While scissoring his fingers inside her entrance to widen it, he simultaneously unclasped his pants with a click. As with most hasty lovemaking, he roughly lowered his pants, stroked his menacingly er*ect c*ck a few times, then positioned himself below with practiced ease.

After abruptly pulling his fingers from her wet entrance, he smeared her juices onto his c*ck, making it glisten when mixed with his prec*m.

He aligned his gl*ns with her entrance and slowly inserted himself, her inner walls immediately welcoming and enveloping him as if greeting him.

“Haah……”

“Nnh……”

Verheigen unconsciously let out a low sigh at the pleasure that sent shivers down his nape. At the same time, as he slowly pushed his hips forward, the woman’s waist, which he held with both hands, trembled and quivered.

Deliberately inserting himself slowly, he was aroused by the sight of her flushed profile. Perhaps thinking she shouldn’t make noise, Lysith kept her lips tightly sealed while her eyes reddened. Small sounds—huk, hik—escaped between her closed lips.

After glancing down to see his c*ck halfway inside her, he took a deep breath and suddenly thrust his hips upward with force.

“Ha, mmph……”

Lysith squeezed her eyes shut at the unexpected movement and the pleasure that came with it. Tears welled up momentarily.

Watching her profile with darkened eyes, Verheigen withdrew his hips and thrust upward again, roughly stirring her inner walls with practiced skill. It was an incredibly rough coupling, pounding her spot relentlessly from the start.

“Ah, haah, huk!”

“Haah, didn’t I, ask you… something before, and you didn’t answer.”

“Mmm, mm… what, ah!”

The sensation of her juices flowing down her thighs was intense. Each time he thrust his entire length inside her, then withdrew until only the tip remained, then plunged back in, squelching sounds filled the bushes.

Whether due to being in the bushes or their position, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that they truly resembled animals mating.

“Did you do it with that bastard?”

“Wh-who, mmph, is, nnh……”

Normally she would have immediately realized who “that bastard” was, but with her brain rattled by pleasure, Lysith couldn’t immediately identify who he meant.

As if displeased by her question, Verheigen stopped moving and precisely positioned his gl*ns against her sensitive spot, then moved his hips to press and rub against it firmly.

“Hik, aahn, mmph……”

“If not that bastard, then with that redhead?”

“Mmnh… ah, I didn’t, do it……”

Judging by his tone, he seemed to be simply teasing her, but in a way, it also seemed like he genuinely believed it. Either way, Lysith’s answer was fixed as “no,” so she vehemently denied it.

……If it was the latter, then he has a frighteningly accurate intuition. In reality, living under the same roof, how many opportunities would they have had to share a bed?

And that applied without exception to both Lysith and Penchev.

“Ver, mmm… mm, quickly……”

Growing impatient with his leisurely movements that continued to knead her insides, Lysith urged him to move in and out. When she raised her trembling eyelids and turned her gaze, she directly met eyes with his red ones that burned like raging flames.

With tears of pleasure in her eyes, she urged him to move faster, twitching her hips and mercilessly squeezing his shaft tightly—at this, Verheigen lost all reason.

The mixture of her juices and his prec*m made a sticky sound—jjek, jjeok—each time their skin met and separated at their joining.

“Huk, mmgh……”

“Ha, aah, mmnh……”

As Lysith, who had reached climax once, trembled while clutching the crumpled cape, her br*ast was suddenly grabbed. His index finger wandered somewhere beneath her dress and undergarments as if searching for her n*pple, and when it found and gently pressed the peak, she let out a small moan.

At the same time, her inner walls tightened pleasurably around his c*ck.

That’s when the unexpected happened.

“Really, why did you want to walk anyway?”

Two people were walking from the direction of the imperial palace in the distance.

This road was usually for carriages, and Lysith’s eyes momentarily filled with despair at the sight of people walking on it.

“Because it’s autumn?”

“Well, I don’t mind indulging you, though I can’t say I don’t understand.”

As they drew closer, their identities became increasingly clear.

Lysith’s eyes widened involuntarily. She was looking toward that very road where carriages passed, and thus could immediately see who one of the two women was.

Beretta Pallaize.

That is, the one who had an unrequited love for Dietrich…

Splash.

“Mmph……”

“Focus on me.”

Lysith broke into a cold sweat as Verheigen moved mercilessly inside her, carving a path through her inner walls that had unconsciously tightened from tension. She quickly raised one hand to cover her mouth, desperately suppressing her moans.

The two women, completely unaware of the lovemaking in the bushes, were chattering as they drew closer.

“I heard His Majesty the Emperor will be participating.”

Verheigen’s thick c*ck moved as if smoothing out every fold of Lysith’s inner walls. Pressing his upper body down on the squirming Lysith, he exhaled softly—hoo—and thrust into her tightly clenching insides, making her dizzy.

“Oh my, why?”

Thump, thump, thump, thud…

Lysith squeezed her eyes shut at the obscene sounds thundering in her ears. Whether from fear of being discovered or from this messy intercourse, her heart was pounding wildly. And at her ear, Verheigen’s lips descended and, between pants, spat out an answer.

Why else…

“According to rumors circulating, some say it’s because of Lysith Gronevelt, but hmph. Who knows.”