“Ethan?”

urged the unresponsive man.

In truth, Ethan’s mind was a mess, desperately trying to pull out bits of knowledge that wouldn’t come.

Stand up. Hard. Aroused.

The handful of sentences that emerged all pointed to a single phenomenon.

But it wasn’t easy to explain to a child.

I wasn’t exactly a child, but from Ethan’s point of view she was naive enough to be one.

“…”

“What is this?”

Even though this naive woman had lived many times longer than he had.

Faced with her finished question, Ethan racked his brain.

No matter how ancient humanity was, there had to have been men and women.

So the idea that only women were ignorant about s*x didn’t make sense.

So, in the end, this would mean that ancient man as a whole was ignorant about s*x. Of course, she must never have seen a man become aroused and *rect.

“Huh? What is it?”

When Ethan showed no sign of answering, If held out her hand.

It was Ethan who panicked at her fearless attempt to grab him down there.

“Where do you think you’re touching?”

He wasn’t some girl who was being molested – what on earth was she doing?

Ethan groaned, overwhelmed by the sheer humiliation.

“Why not? You touch me a lot, Ethan.”

When she pouted, her lips curled in a sulky way.

‘You touched me all over after stripping me n*ked, so why can’t I?’
She hadn’t wanted to wear clothes from the start, but he made her. She had put up with that only to have him take them off whenever he wanted. She had put up with all that injustice.

Faced with such a reasonable retort, Ethan fell silent. He really had nothing to say – because he had done these things.

“I mean, it’s just that…”

“I want to touch you too.”

‘Are you crazy?’

Ethan swallowed the curse words that had almost slipped out.

If struggled, twisting her waist as Ethan held both her arms, but his firm grip wouldn’t budge.

As time passed, a hard lump formed under If’s lower lip and her face grew more and more sullen.

Ethan sighed deeply at her increasingly pouty expression.

“Later.”

“No.”

“You’ll get tired of seeing it anyway.”

“Then I can see it now.”

She really is stubborn.

They hadn’t even exchanged a few real words and he was already feeling exhausted.

“You can touch me as much as you want later, I won’t stop you. So just hold back a bit for now, OK?”

He had never been so desperate before. Ethan was more serious than ever.

“Later?”

Fortunately, she seemed intrigued and responded to his words.

‘If I can just distract her now – whether by making her cry or teasing her – it should be fine.’

Despite her intelligence, she had a slightly naive side to her, so he thought he could get away with it.

Ethan couldn’t help but think he was being cowardly.

“Yes.”

At Ethan’s firm reply, If rolled her eyes thoughtfully.

She was curious, of course, but it wasn’t urgent. And since he said he wouldn’t stop her if it was later, that was enough for now.

Having finished her thoughts, If relaxed her sullen expression and gave a small nod.

At her positive response, Ethan finally let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay. Then you can touch me first.”

What does she say after she has destroyed the whole mood?

Just as he was trying to pull himself together and get the mood back on track, she says this.

No matter how stunned Ethan looked, If just grabbed his hand and put it on her br*ast.

“Touch me like you did earlier.”

“…….”

There wasn’t even a hint of humour in the air.

It was seduction without a hint of sexiness.

And yet Ethan could feel himself hardening at the utterly unsexy temptation.

What else could he call it but twisted?

“Seriously twisted.”

Afraid she might argue if he said it out loud, Ethan bit his lip in silence and pulled Eve into his arms.

Her body, so stubborn a moment ago, now followed his lead as if it weighed nothing.

Turning his head slightly, Ethan pressed his lips to hers.

Her lips, when they met his, were soft.

“Mm…”

By now, even the moans coming from her own mouth felt familiar.

She clung to Ethan and parted her lips.

“There’s something wrong with my body. I think it’s broken.”

“It’s only going to get worse, you know?”

Ethan’s words were right.

The more time she spent pressed against him like this, the stranger her body became.

It wasn’t like she was in pain, but moans kept slipping out.

Her body felt hot even though the temperature wasn’t high – that was strange too.

She wondered if she might be ill, but she had never been prone to illness, either by birth or circumstance.

The bodies of Ancient humans were genetically near perfect, and with later modifications, the medicine that flowed through their veins constantly produced antibodies whenever illness arose.

Being with Ethan brought her countless new experiences.

There were external ones, of course, but also internal ones – enough to keep her from ever feeling bored.

That was why she accepted these strange sensations in her body so willingly.

“Ah!”

Still, it felt uncomfortable to have someone else touching her body.

She winced slightly at the unfamiliar sensations.

The hand that touched her v*gina spread her thick flesh and dug into her wet interior. But her hard body didn’t know how to open at all.

Ethan looked at her hard body and licked her lips hard.

“You’ve never hurt me before.”

Since this happened every time they went to Jindo, Ethan was used to If’s reaction by now.

If relaxed her legs awkwardly at his words.

It wasn’t as painful as Ethan had described, but the lingering sensation was frightening. The tension made her breath quicken and she clung to Ethan’s neck despite his soothing voice.

Ethan moved his hand slowly, a faint smile playing on his lips as he felt the tension in her proximity.

He tightened his embrace and as he did, her legs parted in response to his touch.

Ethan leisurely ran his hand down her legs, his touch gentle as he caressed the insides of her thighs.

Still, her delicate skin flushed where his rough hands touched.

The scratches on her pale skin stood out all the more. Noticing them out of the corner of his eye, Ethan frowned.

“I don’t think my hands are good enough.”

Clicking his tongue, he lowered his lips to her skin. Each time his lips brushed against hers, they left a reddish mark. Even as she whimpered, If stared curiously at the marks on her body.

The suction had caused the blood to pool in one place, forming a lump. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t just a mark – it was a wound. Gently rubbing the round bruise that remained on her skin.

“…Mm, Ethan…”

Her voice, little more than a whimper, was so soft it was almost inaudible. At the sound of it, Ethan stopped nipping at her side and lifted his lips from her skin.

“Haa… what is it?”

“This…”

Rubbing the bruise on her chest, Eve could not find the right words. Her br*ast, which filled the palm of her hand, bulged slightly between her fingers. A vein throbbed on Ethan’s forehead.

Surely all she wanted to ask was what it was – or perhaps why he had left it there. It was an obvious question. The problem was the way she looked when she asked it.

As he watched If absentmindedly touch her own br*ast, Ethan’s face twisted. He grabbed her hand and pressed it firmly against the fur underneath.

‘I should tell her not to let this happen again next time.’

If she ever did something like that in a crowded place, when she wasn’t sure what it meant, it would cause a huge scene.

“It’s a kiss mark. A sign that I kissed you here.”

Ethan said, pressing his lips lightly against the bruise in the hollow of her stomach before pulling away.

“That kind of thing… leaves a mark too?”

“Even footprints leave a mark – of course a kiss would.”

If rolled her eyes, then finally gave a small nod.

Come to think of it, her lips often swelled up a bit after kissing, sometimes even felt sore.

If that happened to her lips, it made sense that it would leave a mark on her skin. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense.

Ethan chuckled at how quickly she accepted his explanation. To him, it had been more of a teasing remark, and he couldn’t tell if she was clever for believing it so easily – or just a little naive.

“So then… where does this lead?”

After all, footprints usually led somewhere. And since these kiss marks had started at his lips and gone down, there had to be a destination.

Soft fingers brushed over dry, cracked lips. When Ethan lightly bit the fingers that touched his rough lips, careful not to hurt them, If jumped in surprise. Her startled reaction made Ethan laugh again.

“Where do you think it’s going?”

“I asked first.”

Eve pouted, scolding him.

“So impatient,” Ethan said with a smirk. “You’ll see soon enough.”

“She has a short temper.”

If’s eyes widened at the words she’d never heard before in her life.

‘Am I short-tempered? Am I?’

Her mind felt sluggish, as if it had malfunctioned.

Ethan, noticing If’s confusion, let out a small chuckle. Unlike when he first met her, the woman’s expressions were becoming more vivid by the day.

‘What reaction will she have next?’

With that thought, Ethan lowered his body and bowed his head.

Startled, she jumped.

Between her spread legs. A place she never thought anyone would touch. Ethan stroked her stiff body and drew out his tongue.

As he parted her flesh, a soft mucous membrane bit his tongue. Ethan licked his tongue against the tight hole.

‘What was that? If he stuck it in, it would break off.’

Not only was her body flushed, but even her toes were red. Every time Ethan’s breath touched her skin, it felt like fire. She shivered and sobbed from the overwhelming sensation.

Ethan sighed heavily at the sight.

‘Am I really going to stop here when I haven’t even done anything right?’

His *rousal, pressing painfully against his trousers, throbbed with frustration.

‘All I did was kiss her… just touch her a little. And now I’m supposed to stop? Should I just give in and take her now?’

“E-Ethan…”

His movements stopped at the sound of her trembling voice from above.

“…Why?”

The shaking voice could barely form a single word.

“This feels… strange…”