Before she could open her mouth, he brought his c*ck to her p*ssy, and Annelie Heich visibly flinched. His er*ect p*nis dripped thick fluid onto the woman’s lower abdomen.

“Ah……”

After watching her expression mixed with embarrassment, confusion, and a hint of excitement, Elroy impulsively kissed her small lips.

The feeling of pushing inside while hearing her voice sweetly dispersing was terribly good. It was enough to hurt his pride.

* * *

“……”

Nelie curled her fingertips as she looked up at the building before her. A three-story townhouse stood there.

It appeared to be different from the townhouse the Duke had taken her to before. How many houses bearing the Duke’s name were scattered throughout Tevant?

‘Well, he is the highest nobleman here, so I guess it’s natural.’

Thinking that, Nelie opened her mouth.

“Um, so.”

She turned to the side hesitantly, and the secretary sent by the Duke looked down at her. The secretary, who had seemed a bit surprised when first seeing Nelie, now appeared to have regained his composure, displaying an expressionless face similar to the Duke’s.

Nelie opened and closed her mouth several times before asking.

“This place?”

“Yes.”

“Is it really okay for me to use this?”

When she asked suspiciously, the still-calm-faced secretary answered.

“Yes. He said it wouldn’t be bad for you to stay here.”

“But……”

“The facilities like the lobby, kitchen, and bathroom are on the first floor. The bedroom is on the second floor, and he also conveyed that you may use the third floor as a studio.”

“The Duke said that?”

“Yes.”

She couldn’t fathom the capricious man’s thoughts. Nelie slightly furrowed her brow.

That day, after driving Nelie for hours in Jerome’s studio, the Duke showed an unexpected side at the end.

“Hnngh.”

In the final moments of their lovemaking, Nelie finally shed tears. Her body, completely drained of energy, trembled with her sobbing.

“N-No more……”

“But this part is going crazy with pleasure, Miss Heich.”

“Someone might… really come in now.”

The Duke continued his movements without even snorting. Whenever Nelie hesitated, the Duke grabbed her waist and thrust his hips. Each time, Nelie threw her head back and trembled all over.

‘This isn’t right.’

A pool of viscous liquid, whether from Nelie or the Duke, had collected on the floor. Every time the Duke moved his hips, new droplets scattered and accumulated on that sticky puddle.

Nelie’s white legs dangled helplessly in the air. It felt like her hair was standing on end. Faint moans continuously escaped her throat, caught like an animal in heat. Another drop of thick liquid pooled on the floor.

Seeing that, all kinds of guilt surged in Nelie’s heart.

‘We agreed to only 30 minutes……’

She felt guilty about mixing bodies with the Duke in Jerome’s studio of all places, guilty about the table and floor soiled with all kinds of fluids, guilty about Jerome possibly coming in and witnessing this absurd scene……

And most of all, she felt the strongest guilt about feeling good despite it all.

The Duke thrusting into her walls was still too beautiful. His slightly reddened neck and eyes were something other artists would rarely see.

His well-built muscles moving dynamically would drive any portrait artist crazy. She suddenly noticed a mole below his collarbone. A certain memory tried to emerge from Nelie’s subconscious but was pushed back down by the strong thrusting force. All that remained was the thought that the mole was quite sexy.

If she could draw such a model, she might have wanted to go to the Academy herself. The muscles that writhed with each powerful thrust felt like meticulously carved marble, yet whenever she impulsively grabbed them, they were warm and soft to a vivid degree.

Even that made Nelie unbearable.

Although she was just one of the many women around him, the thought that she was glimpsing the human side of an inhuman person kept making her heart pound. Whenever she thought that this moment was one only she could steal, her insides resonated with excitement.

‘These thoughts….’

Now is not the right time.

She should be feeling guilty about dirtying the entire studio and causing trouble for Jerome, but she hated herself for constantly looking at the Duke’s face and body. It also made her feel foolish to experience pleasure in a relationship that existed solely to avoid prosecution.

She felt humiliated that she couldn’t take her eyes off this man who drove her so hard, that it felt good with him. The sensation of him strongly piercing her deep inside, a place never invaded by anyone before, kept bursting white stars in Nelie’s mind.

She hated it yet liked it, was scared yet thrilled. She couldn’t gauge her own feelings.

That’s why the tears burst forth.

“Hng, hic……”

Once it started, the crying strangely wouldn’t stop. Sadness from self-contempt and resentment toward the Duke who kept driving her despite her pleas to stop because Jerome might come in, snowballed in size.

Soon, her father’s collapse, getting pickpocketed in the city and losing her lodging, and all sorts of other sad events overwhelmed Nelie’s heart. All the tears she had been holding back were there. The sniffling sounds soon changed to sobbing.

The Duke’s initial reaction was cynical.

“Do you hate it that much?”

“Hic, huuh, hic.”

“Do you hate being seen by that man so much?”

It was an incomprehensible statement, but Nelie cried more sadly instead of responding. She felt like she needed to cry like this to feel better. She felt like she needed to wring out water by crying like this so her lower parts would be less wet.

“Huaaang.”

“Why on earth……”

“It’s hard… it’s so hard.”

When the Duke opened his mouth, looking frustrated, Nelie finally cried out in a long lament. She thought the Duke would dislike it, but by then she couldn’t control her body. Her gasping breath flowed out noisily. Her narrowed eyes stung, and her vision was completely blurred.

Eventually, the large thing slipped out from below. Nelie trembled at the emptiness but cried more sadly.

“Hic, huaang.”

“……”

“Why is it, so hard……”

Why were all the things happening to her too difficult for her to handle? Why couldn’t her heart do what she wanted?

…Why did this feel good?

Such thoughts flowed out as meaningless complaints.

“I, I could have done well too. Huaang.”

“……”

“I could have gotten into a good printing house, hic. I wanted to see more of the art museum too. I didn’t even get to see it properly.”

She continued rambling incoherently. These were things she didn’t need to tell the Duke, but she wasn’t aware of what she was pouring out. She felt half drunk.

“I just, just drew because it was pretty.”

A doodle drawn purely out of curiosity had led to this, panting with a stranger’s c*ck inside her after only knowing him briefly. Even deriving pleasure from such an act.

Only after saying that far did her reason return. Nelie quickly shut her mouth.

Her emotional tears now seemed like another disgrace. She wasn’t a child anymore, yet she was crying like this in front of someone who had been on top of her, mixing bodies with her. Saying things she didn’t need to say.

She was sniffling and trying hard to wipe away her tears when she felt an unexpected touch on the side of her head.

“……”

The Duke’s hand, having removed his glove at some point, was brushing her hair aside. The moment she felt those delicate, slender fingers, her crying stopped as if by magic. Nelie, who had been hiccupping, blinked. When her vision returned, she saw the Duke’s face, which was always expressionless.

Somehow, it was a face showing glimpses of cracks.

“Don’t cry.”

That whisper brought another hiccup. Hic. Meanwhile, the Duke carefully brushed her hair aside once more.

“…Don’t cry, Annelie Heich.”

‘Am I hearing things?’

That was her first thought. Otherwise, this person wouldn’t whisper with such concern. He wouldn’t use such an outwardly gentle voice.

The crying subsided, and sudden fatigue overwhelmed her. Her skin stung from being bitten and sucked, and her thighs ached from constantly colliding with the Duke’s body. Recognizing her body’s condition, she unconsciously let out a tired sigh.

‘I’m tired.’

The heat cooled, and chills crept over her entire body. Soon, Nelie’s head unconsciously tilted toward the Duke’s hand. She felt him flinch, but in this situation, it was the only warm place.

The Duke’s bare hand, smooth and more delicate and beautiful than her own feminine one, felt warm too. She thought it unfair that such hands could be warm.

Nelie buried her face in the Duke’s hand and closed her eyes. Surprisingly, the Duke didn’t mock or sneer at her.

At that moment, a strange sense of peace floated in the air. When she opened her eyes to the setting sun and got up, she was alone again. The studio and her body had been cleaned up perfectly, showing no trace of their lovemaking except on her body. Like that warm moment had never existed.

Jerome came in only after daybreak, repeatedly apologizing, and she nodded saying it was fine. After that, Nelie’s mind drifted. She couldn’t get her bearings straight, so she went out for a morning walk when someone called out to her, saying he was the Duke’s secretary.