Abel caught Marian’s finger. He lightly kissed her palm. Then he kissed each one of her fingers. Marian let out a faint moan. Not knowing what to do, she breathed heavily. She was really going to go crazy.

Abel clearly knew hundreds of ways to drive a person mad.

Marian bit her lip slightly. Watching the red tongue trace between her fingers, she asked as if spitting out the words,

“……Do I look like a woman to you?”

Abel paused. Marian clearly had a talent for driving people crazy too.

“What do you mean?”

Abel asked as gently as possible.

“……I’m skinny and tall like a beanpole. Yet, do I look like a woman to you?”

Marian filtered and selected from the explicit and colorful criticisms she had heard.

“I might not be able to have children.”

Cesare had insulted Marian, calling her a stone. He said she wasn’t a woman but a defective product. Abel’s gaze sank.

“You don’t know anything, Marian.”

Abel pulled her by the hand, and Marian’s skirt swept across the chessboard. The carefully arranged pieces toppled in disarray.

Marian, unable to resist the force, opened her eyes wide. Before she knew it, she was sitting on Abel’s bare thighs. Firm muscles could be felt clearly through her dress skirt. And that wasn’t all.

Marian could clearly feel the firm skin beneath Abel’s chest where her hand rested. Abel took her hand and placed it over his left chest—right above his heart.

Hard and hot. Marian’s fingers curled.

“A-Abel. This……”

“You said we should stop, so why are you provoking me? Asking if you look like a woman?”

Marian blinked.

That was a question she had thrown to confirm. She couldn’t help but understand these actions and words from him. Abel was constantly expressing his desire. She could see him suppressing it.

“I……”

Marian’s lips moved.

‘No man will ever find you attractive, Marian.’

Marian just wanted to be acknowledged. She wanted Abel to tell her that he saw her as a woman. She relaxed her body.

“Yes, you look like a woman.”

Abel spoke first.

“Since I was very young. I thought you would be my woman. Even when you were half your current size, I thought this moment would come.”

“A-Abel……”

Marian’s pupils trembled.

“Wasn’t it the same for you?”

She couldn’t answer and lowered her eyes. How was it? Back then, she was busy tending to her own wounds. She was preoccupied with getting through each day peacefully, and did everything not to upset her family.

It was harsh for a child to endure.

Abel was there during that time.

She often thought of him. When she wanted to cry, when things were hard, when she was lonely.

After thinking of him, life became a bit more bearable. Was that… what this feeling was?

“……Was that too difficult a question.”

Abel sighed slightly. Marian’s heart sank with a thud. Abel, still holding her hand, asked.

“Did you like me?”

In that moment, she realized what she hadn’t been aware of. The skin felt under her palm, and the strong beating of the heart hidden within that skin. Marian moved her lips.

“……I liked you. I liked you, Abel. I only liked you.”

Marian answered as if vomiting the words. At least that much she could answer with certainty. She used to count the days until she could meet Abel. On days when she was to meet him, she couldn’t even sleep properly.

“See.”

Abel smiled brightly. This time, it was the truth without a hint of falsehood.

“You felt the same.”

Abel released Marian’s hand. But Marian couldn’t take her hand away. The heart she felt beneath seemed to shout to Marian.

“I like you, Marian.”

That he likes her.

“Since then, it has always been only you.”

Abel leaned in and gently kissed Marian’s lips. His breath sank fully into her, and Marian closed her eyes.  

She threw herself into his arms—the only one who had seen her, recognized her, and loved her when no one else did.  

To Marian, Abel was salvation.  

To Marian, Abel was the world.  

He stroked her back as their bodies pressed tightly together, heat building between them. Marian clung to him, as if he might consume her completely.  

He ravaged her mouth—and then, her dress.  

Lifting her with ease, Abel carried Marian without hesitation, as if her weight meant nothing to him. He moved to the bedroom connected to the reception room.  

There, her neatly made bed came into view. Abel laid her down gently.  

Marian’s black hair spread across the sheets like flowing night.  

Abel kissed her cheek.

“Just up to here?”

It was the same question as before, but the expression and atmosphere were different.

Hotter, more thrilling.

Marian felt a heaviness touching around her thighs.

Her and Abel’s eyes met. Still in a state of undress, he looked like a predator. Marian stretched out her arms toward Abel, who willingly allowed himself to be caught in those arms. Marian answered with a trembling voice.

“Don’t stop, Abel.”

Abel pulled up his lips.

The moment he had been waiting for had come. Permission had been given, so why hesitate? Abel pulled down Marian’s dress first. The white skin he had dreamed of countless times was revealed before his eyes.

Now it was truly time to undress her fairly, all together.

Abel tilted his head.

He kissed Marian’s small lips. Abel parted her lips and pushed in his thick tongue. No matter how many times he explored, he didn’t tire of it. Hot breath flowed from between her parted lips.

Abel found Marian’s hidden tongue and drew it out. While holding her chin, he sucked on her red tongue. It was as if sweet juice was coming out. Abel grabbed her, trying to take the soft thing into himself.

Abel, who had been feeling his way down her body, pulled up her skirt. Remembering the previous day, Marian trembled. Abel traced her p*ssy with his finger. Marian’s pupils dilated.

“Hm……”

Abel spread Marian’s legs with his firm hand, then he probed her hole. There was much he wanted to do, but his heart raced ahead. He wanted to possess this woman. He wanted to see her writhe and cry. Just as Abel did, he wanted to see Marian go crazy for him.

Abel had given everything to Marian—down to his last shred of desperation and the very reason he kept going. Was it too much to want this much in return?

Abel slowly pushed his finger into her still shy hole. Along with a sticky feeling, the moist flesh clung to his finger.

Abel bit the tip of Marian’s br*ast. While wetly sucking on the reddish n*pple, he slowly moved his finger.

“Hnng, ungh……”

With a drying moan, Marian grabbed Abel’s head. Each time he rubbed the n*pple with his tongue and sucked on her br*ast, liquid seeped from her lower part. Abel moved his wet hand and pressed on her cl*toris.

He slowly rubbed the cute thing that was raising its head.

“Haah!”

Marian’s white cheeks flushed and heated up, and she let out panting moans through her lips. Marian closed her eyes tightly.

“Hnngh! Ah, ah!”

He licked the n*pple sticking to his tongue and chewed on it persistently.

“Hnng…… Abel……”

Marian trembled and repeatedly called his name. She wouldn’t know that such behavior stimulated his desire to conquer. Gradually, wet sounds began to echo from below.

Abel grabbed the br*ast exposed to the air with his hand. Moving to the other one, he bit and licked it thoroughly just as he had done before. Marian let out a sharp moan at the feeling of being gently crushed by his tip. The flesh pushing into his mouth seemed to stimulate not only lust but appetite as well.

“Hnng, ah!”

Marian reached a short climax exactly as Abel intended. He, who had thrown off his clothes, pulled out his c*ck which revealed a formidable presence, thoroughly wet. Abel aligned himself with Marian’s lower part, slowly rubbed, and then pushed the head in.

“Hah!”

Marian habitually bit her lips tightly. Having become accustomed to swallowing her screams, Marian suppressed the sensation of her body being split open. Abel pushed his finger between her lips. The forcibly parted lips released a moan.

“It’ll be alright.”

The suffocatingly tight lower part quivered and sucked in Abel’s c*ck. Abel held his breath tightly.

“Ah, ah……”

Marian’s moan that she couldn’t quite swallow burst out. Abel lowered his head and kissed her. He pushed his tongue between her parted lips and swallowed all of her screams.

“Now, are you okay?”

She nodded. Unnecessarily honest. Abel smiled fiercely and began to move his hips. Marian writhed at the force penetrating her lower part with a squelching sound.

“Hnng……!”

Marian clung to Abel, her breath coming in quick gasps. It felt as though letting go of him would break her. Her body trembled under the overwhelming sensations—new, intense, and almost too much to bear. It felt like she might burst.

Marian gave up thinking and entrusted everything to Abel. A distant feeling came over her, as if she might disappear like this.

**

Rosette glared at Marian’s bedroom with cold eyes. It had been three days since that door had closed—since Marian and Abel entered together. Abel had come out now and then to fetch food, only to return inside, but Marian hadn’t been seen since.

Rosette clenched her jaw.  

‘That bastard. How dare he think he’s worthy of Her Highness Princess Marian!’