When she shook her head with difficulty, unable to endure the rising pleasure, her now loosened brown hair floated weakly in her vision.

“Hng……”

She didn’t even have the strength to brush away the hair covering her eyes. She wanted to just slump down on the floor. But she couldn’t.

The several fingers that had entered her and firmly held her center pushed up deeper inside and pressed against her inner walls, as if to prevent her from falling down onto the floor. The smooth leather gloves’ sensation swept past her insides with a chillingly gentle touch contrary to the violent movements.

“Ah!”

A viscous liquid trickled down her thighs before finally dripping onto the floor drop by drop. Plop, plop. Those explicit sounds made Nelie’s ears turn even redder.

‘Jerome’s studio is getting dirty.’

Yet she couldn’t stop.

“W-wait……”

But the owner of those fingers didn’t give her time to collect herself.

“What are you doing? Miss Heich.”

“Ah……”

“You need to touch it properly.”

“……”

“You’re the one who said several times you’d make it as big as the illustrations.”

Nelie tried hard to put strength into her hand holding the Duke’s c*ck. When she stroked the bulging veins, his c*ck swelled up even more. At the same time, the Duke thrust up strongly inside her.

“Ah, nngh!”

Stars sparkled before her eyes at the tingling sensation. Labored words spilled out between her gasping breaths.

“Y-Your Grace.”

“……”

“The owner of this place… will return soon.”

Though she didn’t know when Jerome would come back, what was certain was that he would return eventually. Her guilt grew even stronger as she worried about the owner who could enter at any moment while they filled someone else’s studio with the scent of lewd intercourse. The Duke slowly stroked the folds of her inner walls with his fingers as if he hadn’t heard Nelie’s words.

“Is this the time to worry about that?”

“Hng!”

“Avoiding being reported should be more important, Miss Heich.”

“But… why.”

Nelie looked at the face of the man who was stirring his fingers inside her exposed lower half, forcing strength into her eyes that kept trying to close dizzily. A belated reproachful voice flowed out.

“My, my body too……”

If that was the logic, why was he touching her body too? It had been hard to endure his fingers scissoring inside her from earlier. She would rather just pleasure the Duke’s thing. Like when they first met…

“Because that way I can make it grow more.”

“You mean, by touching me?”

A question mixed in between her panting breaths. When she looked up at the Duke with hazy eyes, a crooked smile caught the edge of her vision.

“Yes, Miss Heich.”

“But why……”

Why, she asks.

Elroy swallowed a laugh. Why, she asks. It reminded him of when the woman had opened her eyes wide and asked ‘Why?’

Even if she asked that way, he didn’t know either.

All that was clear was that every moment he touched the woman, he became aroused to an unbearable degree.

‘Was I originally this perverted?’

Elroy slowly mulled over his past days. Days when opera singers mainly pressed their ample br*asts against his arm while appealing for patronage to his now-adult self, or when foreign princesses approached hoping to create a night’s worth of memories with the famous Duke Tevant.

‘Was I like this then too?’

He couldn’t remember well. The vague sensation that came to mind was unpleasantness. It wasn’t welcome having his personal space invaded by anyone. He thought it quite hypocritical how they approached with bright smiles while thinking of him as just a statue to keep by their side, how they came close rubbing their flesh against him without hiding the lust in their eyes.

As for Annelie Heich, well.

Despite committing such bold acts one after another, what floated in those blue eyes was closer to bewilderment than lust. A face closer to offering her body up in a daze. She would sometimes make a foolish expression as if she couldn’t believe this situation even though she had started it herself, and even showed looks of not realizing what kind of situation this was.

Yet when he thrust deep inside her, she would cry prettily, unable to endure the pleasure.

“Ah, aah……”

Just like now.

The woman’s trembling hand holding his c*ck had clumsy movements as she tried somehow to make it grow bigger with her caresses. Ridiculously, Elroy became aroused even by those clumsy hand movements, and by the tight wet inner walls he was thoroughly exploring.

Perhaps it was because Annelie Heich was his first. All the women who had approached him before only tested the waters while watching his reactions. Though it was half impulse, Annelie Heich was the only one who had seen his n*ked body and had relations with him.

Maybe he got aroused just from touching a woman connected to such memories.

“Hnng……”

Between the woman’s skirt and underwear dropped at her feet, liquid that had flowed down her thighs dripped steadily. Her reddened knees rubbed together, wet with sweat. Every time he thrust deeper inside her, strength entered her toes that kept stumbling. Her small red toes looked absurdly cute.

“Ah, haah……”

Her voice was sweet as she let out sounds unable to endure the pleasure. Even her forehead and nape were dyed bright red, and though she couldn’t properly put strength in her body, he didn’t mind how she still consistently talked back without giving in. Elroy was surprised to realize he was quite generous with Annelie Heich.

‘If only she hadn’t mentioned other men.’

Then he could have been even more generous.

The anger he had felt when hearing she was staying in Jerome’s studio, of all places, had subsided a bit as soon as he saw the woman sleeping in the sunlight from the window.

When her gentle eyes trembled and her eyelids lifted, and those water-like pupils beneath blinked and met his, he was truly in a much calmer state.

If only she hadn’t mentioned that man again, he wouldn’t have stripped her like this while threatening to report her.

“Y-Your Grace.”

Just as Annelie spoke with difficulty…

Thud.

The sound of the building’s entrance opening was heard. He could vividly feel Annelie’s body freezing in surprise.

“……”

Step, step.

In the four-story building, the shabby studio was located on the second floor. Perhaps the owner of that name the woman kept bringing up had returned.

The moment he saw Annelie glancing anxiously at the door, worried someone might enter at any moment, Elroy impulsively lifted the woman and laid her down on the work table.

“Your Grace?”

Hearing her anxiously trembling voice made the impulse grow even stronger. He rather wanted that man to see the woman crying beneath him.

“W-wait…!”

Before Annelie could say anything, Elroy bent his knees and buried his face in her p*ssy with his tongue raised. He didn’t even think about how vulgar it was for a man of Duke Tevant’s status to bury his face between a woman’s thighs.

This was something he had never learned in the s*x education about producing an heir. Once, his fellow military academy students had drunkenly babbled about this. That any woman would die from pleasure like this. That they had even made partners faint before.

He had thought it was extremely vulgar when he heard it. He believed he would never do such a thing even after marriage.

But now……

“Ah, uh!”

Seeing Annelie hurriedly cover her mouth with both hands, Elroy deliberately played with his tongue, drawing out the cl*toris hidden between the plump mounds. It peeked out shyly, small and cute. Elroy unconsciously sucked on it.

“……!”

The knuckles of Annelie’s hands covering her mouth turned white. He could vividly see the blood draining from them as she pressed too hard. Seeing this, Elroy didn’t stop but pressed the small protrusion with the tip of his tongue and nibbled it with his front teeth. The woman’s lower region became even more wet. Her eyes were the same.

Though she wasn’t opening her mouth, he could read what she wanted to say just from her eyes. Please, Duke, please. What if someone comes? He could almost hear the woman’s trembling voice saying that.

Elroy curved his lips into a smile and pushed his tongue into her inner wall, stirring it around. He raised both hands to grab the woman’s br*asts, which had been standing er*ect since earlier. While he also didn’t want to show this side of the woman to others, it was different if it was that man.

“Hup!”

He felt Annelie twisting her body, but Elroy strengthened his grip on her br*asts. He tormented the peaks of her br*asts with his fingertips, pinching them while gnawing on her cl*toris, and her thighs holding his head trembled finely.

Pat, pat.

The more the footsteps approached, the more violently Annelie Heich’s eyes shook. When those footsteps finally reached outside the studio door, she tightly shut her eyes.

‘Despite being so wet down here.’

Yet she didn’t want that man to see her like this?

Just when this crooked sentiment raised its head, the footsteps that seemed to have stopped in front moved away upstairs. Apparently, the person had business elsewhere, not here.

“Haahh……!”

Only after those sounds faded did Annelie let out a long moan, seemingly greatly relieved. Soon, a resentful gaze slowly turned toward Elroy. She seemed to want to protest.