Her chest heaved so hard it bordered on exhaustion. She looked at him with trembling eyes. A hand brushed the back of her knee before moving forward to gently caress the inner folds. It brushed the fine hairs of her p*bic area aside with the palm of its hand and finally slipped into her underwear. Long fingers covered her outer g*nitals.

“Huh….”

Her fine downy hairs stood on end, one by one. As a soft moan escaped her, Theo’s fingers that covered her outer v*gina curled inwards. The sensation of them tracing around her entrance made her bite her lip. A soft nasal sound mingled with warm breath and drifted into the air. Reflexively, she pressed her lips together and looked up at him. His cold face was as emotionless as ever.

She looked into his deep set eyes. His fingers, which had been wandering near the entrance, began to circle and rub against her cl*t. The hand she had reached out to press against his chest ended up gripping his shirt instead.

“Um, hmph… . Ahh!”

The tension on her pressed lips eased. Her head tilted back naturally and her mouth parted slightly. A tingling sensation spread through her v*gina, radiating from her cl*t and sending a shiver down her spine. The involuntary opening of her folds left her with a wave of confusion.

“Ah, ahh!”

Still clutching his shirt, she spread her legs wide. It wasn’t a conscious decision, but rather a reaction to the sensation – every roll of his touch sent tingling waves that instinctively made her legs part. The hand gripping his shirt trembled uncontrollably. As his fingers rubbed slowly from left to right, her entrance trembled, parting slightly with each movement.

“Huh, uh, uh…!”

Heat spread through her v*gina and her thighs trembled with spasms. Theo slid his fingers along the recessed inner l*bia. Startled, she raised her head, which she had reflexively tilted back. Only then did he insert his fingers into her hole.

“Huh…!”

She swallowed hard and shook her head. It was a place she had never even considered. The truth was, she knew nothing about men. The only one who could have taught her was her late mother, but she had died long ago. No one had told her that her body had such a place – that there was such a strange, sensitive hole. In the end, it was the man in front of her who showed her.

“So this is what it means for a man to make a woman.” 

Each time his fingers entered her hole, her mind seemed to reverberate with the sensation. What had been shallow, circular movements now penetrated deeply. Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, she gasped for breath and looked at him. Her hands, clutching his chest and shoulders, trembled helplessly.

“Ah, ahng, h-heuk! Ah, no… please… you can’t go any deeper…”

Each time he split her inner walls, it felt as if her insides were being crushed, endlessly ruined and unravelled. She was truly terrified. She pulled her hips back and shook her head in protest. Theo’s hands, which had been holding her pelvis, moved to her waist and pulled her down violently.

“Ah!”

A short, piercing scream escaped, mingled with a faint moan. Swan sniffed and looked up at him. Beneath her tousled black hair, her once dry eyes now shone with a strange, unfamiliar light. With a distorted expression, she watched intently as Theo removed his shirt.

Her heart pounded loudly. Her gaze was drawn to the defined groove that ran down his broad chest. It wasn’t something a woman would have, yet it was so large and firm that it seemed almost excessive. Deep in her throat, it felt as if embers were smoldering, flickering uncertainly. Her mouth kept going dry.

As he unbuttoned his shirt, his stomach came into view – firm and smooth. Swan blinked, her eyes fixed on the chiseled muscles. Even though she had seen them many times before when changing his bandages, they still felt unfamiliar. His well-defined, segmented abs, dark and smooth, looked almost sculpted, with deep grooves dividing each section.

Swan bit her lip, trying to compose her expression. She found it ridiculous how her body reacted to everything she saw. What was this, really? It was just a human body, after all. She had seen everything when he had been unconscious – even touched it, felt it… done everything necessary. 

And yet it felt startlingly new. Was it because his breath was brushing against her now? Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Reluctantly, she lowered her eyes to stare at the bulge at the front of his trousers. The fabric was deeply creased, as if struggling to contain a long, thick p*nis pressed against his right thigh. Swan watched in a daze as he began to undo the front of his trousers. 

She froze, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, his now n*ked form bent towards her. His firm, chiseled chest brushed against her soft br*asts, leaving her breathless at the contrast.

Swan instinctively pulled her hips back, trying to back away. As the distance widened, his long hand reached out again, grabbing her ankle and pulling her towards him. Swan slid forward, her forehead colliding with his firm chest.

“Ah….”

After bumping her forehead, she raised her head quickly. Her gaze met his, locked with eyes as vivid as if blue paint had been diluted and spread. The intensity of their shared gaze made her heart race as if it might give out. It was pounding so hard she wondered if it wasn’t some kind of illness, the sensation so overwhelming it felt like it might burst at any moment.

“Uh, um… Sir Knight…”

She barely managed to steady her breath and part her lips, fighting the uneven rhythm that was consuming her. Beneath her dishevelled hair, her eyes shimmered strangely in the light, wet with emotion. Their breaths were so close now that his exhalation brushed the bridge of her nose. Her flushed, swollen face felt like a pebble on a heated stone.

Swan, afraid to see herself reflected in the depths of his piercing blue eyes, lowered her gaze. Her awkwardly dropped gaze landed on his crimson lips. She knew she should turn away, concentrate on something – anything – to regain her composure. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from those unexpectedly soft, beautiful lips, so out of place on such a masculine figure.

“Sir Knight. Sir Knight, I… I…” 

Unable to meet his gaze, her restless eyes fixed on his jawline, darting nervously as if searching for an escape. At that moment, staring at the curve of his firm jaw, she hesitated, her words fading into silence.

“If you don’t mind, spread your legs.” 

It felt like her heart was going to split in two. Theo, having removed his p*nis from his trousers, fixed his gaze on Swan’s v*gina. There was a disturbing coolness to the lust reflected in his eyes. His hand, which had been wandering near her hole, now guided the tip of his p*nis towards her.

Swan clasped her hands together and watched his actions with wide, uncertain eyes. She had never looked so closely at her own v*gina, let alone anyone else’s – let alone a man’s. The idea was completely foreign. A dry gulp slid down her throat. The thought of her fully exposed form under his gaze made her head spin and made her feel faint.

‘Should I stop now? Would he stop if I asked him to? No, more than that – I didn’t want to disappoint him. I really didn’t. Besides, this might be the first and last time… to feel a man’s warmth like this, to experience something like this – it might never happen again. If he got bored or dissatisfied tonight, he might never come to me again.’

The thought filled her with fear. Swan released the tension on her pressed lips, relaxed slightly and spread her legs a little wider.

A sudden desire to please him washed over her, making her eager to embrace the p*nis she had once feared. A flicker of intrigue crossed his eyes, but Swan did not notice. Instead, she slid her hands between her thighs, parting them slightly. The tip of his p*nis, bobbing slightly in the middle, brushed gently against her folds.

It was a strange sensation. Was it because she was too tense? Even the soft contact of the p*nis against her skin made her hole quiver involuntarily. His large hand gently caressed her v*gina before his thumb brushed over her cl*t. The tingling jolt sent a shiver through her hips and made her b*ttocks tremble slightly.

“Ugh….”

A faint moan was heard. Theo smiled weakly and rubbed the entrance to her hole with his p*nis.

“It’s wet.”

“Yes.”

She didn’t quite understand what it all meant. Still, Swan found herself captivated by the faint smile he wore. He was beautiful – almost unbearably so – his face bathed in the soft, flickering light. Unable to resist, she mirrored his gentle smile with one of her own, her lips curling into a quiet, white grin.

More than the tip of his p*nis pressing and rubbing against her entrance, trying to separate her, it was his face looking down at her with that tender smile that moved her. It was like holding a stone warmed by the sun, comforting and steady in its warmth.

“Ah!”

The gl*ns pushed in, squeezing and widening her entrance deeply, as if it wanted to carve its way through. Every inch of the thick tip, as wide as his wrist, left her breathless as it slowly made its way inside. Even if it had only been his fingers, the foreign sensation had been overwhelming. Startled, Swan gasped for air, her breathing shallow and erratic as she gripped his forearm tightly in response.

“Ah, ah! It hurts. Ah, ah! Ah, ahh!”

She squeezed her eyes shut, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. The p*nis thrusting into her inner walls felt unbearably large, as if it alone could split her body in two. A spasm rippled through her outer lips. Biting her lip, Swan opened her eyes and looked up at him.

The faint smile he had worn earlier was now gone, replaced by his usual calm, indifferent expression. Swan imagined the same gentle smile returning to his face. If she could see it again, she thought, she might be able to bear it. Maybe it would even be sweet.

“Ah, squeak!”

His p*nis pressed deeper, crushing against her inner walls as he pushed forward. Swan panted heavily, her nails digging into his forearm in desperation. Her hole, which had trembled to hold him in, was now shaking uncontrollably. Unable to hold back any longer, Swan began to sob openly, her cries echoing with raw emotion.

“Shh.”

A low whisper slipped from his lips. Swan swallowed her sobs and looked down. The p*nis he was driving into her was already overwhelming in size, but half its length was still out. Surely he wasn’t going to push it all the way in – certainly not. But as the thought crossed her mind, his hips pressed closer, inch by inch.

Swan instinctively placed her hand on his chest, staring at the part of his p*nis that hadn’t yet entered. Her fingers spread over its firm muscles, the solid texture fitting snugly between them. The powerful pectorals under her palm twitched subtly, alive with strength. 

Through tearful eyes, she studied his physique. Beneath the broad, muscular chest, his sculpted abs stood out sharply, like bricks stacked with precision, each segment radiating unyielding hardness.

Her hand, resting on his chest, brushed across a scar that was the unmistakable mark of an old wound. Torn and pierced flesh – deliberate lacerations and stab wounds – were scattered across his body, each telling a story of violence. His form, battered yet close, pressed against her.

Swan felt the movement of his p*nis inside her and parted her lips, overwhelmed by the sensation. 

“Ah, ah! H-heuk…”