“No.”

Vivianne shook her head and covered her face with her hands.

She looked just like a child playing hide-and-seek, hiding only her head while leaving everything else exposed.

“No? Your panties are soaked through.”

Kian deliberately pointed out the part that would embarrass her most.

“Still going to deny it?”

“Ahh, g-give those back!”

When he dangled her removed panties from his finger, Vivianne took her hands from her eyes and frantically struggled to snatch them back.

“What should we do? You’ll have to go home without panties. Dripping all the way. Hmm?”

“This is all your fault.”

After he had sucked and licked for her pleasure, she was blaming him.

Did she not realize that the more she looked ready to cry, the more he wanted to tease her? Even he thought himself beyond redemption.

“Fine. I’ll give them back.”

The corners of Kian’s mouth curved upward as he answered with feigned generosity.

“If you show me how wet I’ve made you.”

He spread her plump b*ttocks apart, revealing the flushed flesh within. Each time her delicate entrance quivered, sweet juices flowed down like ripe peach nectar.

Perhaps due to his attentive caresses, when he stroked from the damp perineum along her l*bia, expl*cit wet sounds emerged—squelch, squelch.

While his fingers diligently explored her split below, Kian continuously kissed her lips, which exhaled hot breaths.

She had always been naturally wet, but when she was sobbing miserably or lying motionless like a doll, she hardly got wet at all. Perhaps losing her memories somehow made her body more responsive?

Today she was so drenched she was soaking the tablecloth. Seeing this gave Kian a sense of relief.

“I should reward you.”

“Haah, why?”

“Because you’re wet and beautiful.”

“If it’s another medal… I’ll pass.”

She answered primly despite her labored breathing. Her br*asts were already covered with marks he had just left. It was amusing how she still refused when there was hardly any unmarked space left anyway.

“Not that. I’ll do something you used to love.”

“Something I used to love?”

“Yes.”

When Kian sat back in his chair and positioned himself between her legs, a startled Vivianne began to fidget.

“W-what are you—ahh.”

Regardless of her reaction, he licked his lips like someone anticipating a feast.

“Looks delicious.”

Kian firmly gripped the backs of her knees to hold her in place and pressed his lips to her moist center.

As he gently rubbed between her l*bia and cl*toris with his soft lips, he felt the tension gradually leaving her stiffened knees.

When he spread her l*bia with his thumbs, her swollen cl*toris was exposed. The way it twitched at the mere sight seemed to beg for his sucking. Kian began rolling the cherry-like bud with his tongue.

“Mmm.”

Vivianne’s eyes fluttered at the ticklish sensation between her legs. No matter how she tried to resist, her inner walls kept contracting and damp breaths escaped her lips.

She had responded sullenly, thinking he meant to torment her again, but this truly seemed to be a reward. The sensation heightened her body’s sensitivity as much as—no, even more than—when he sucked her n*pples.

Kian stimulated her cl*toris with the tip of his tongue with relentless precision. Following its shape, he circled it with his saliva before licking firmly upward, pressing against the sensitive nerve endings beneath the surface and causing an ache below her navel.

Not satisfied with merely licking greedily, he sealed his lips around it and sucked rhythmically, making her hips rise involuntarily while her waist trembled uncontrollably. His own excitement was evident as he exhaled hot breaths over her s*x.

When he gently scraped her blood-flushed cl*toris between his teeth and tugged, a shiver ran down her spine. Her feet straightened into a line as she felt a precarious floating sensation.

“Ah…ahh!”

An embarrassingly er*tic cry escaped her lips.

After reaching her climax, her senses became even more heightened. Even the slightest touch on her bud made her body twist and turn like someone unable to bear the tickling sensation.

“K-Kian, ahh, it’s t-too sensitive.”

Vivianne began to plead. Despite squeezing his head with her thighs and writhing to escape the stimulation, Kian paid no heed and continued pressing her cl*toris with the flat of his tongue, pushing her to her limits.

“Please s-stop. Hic, mmm…”

Only when he heard her sobbing did Kian finally remove his lips. Raising his upper body to check her face, he found her eyes wet and disheveled. When their gazes met, she contorted her face and began to drop tears, seemingly overcome with emotion.

“Alright. I’ll stop.”

Crying again. Kian gently wiped away her tear tracks with his lips and kissed her mouth, soothing her like a child.

After mixing their tongues softly for quite some time, her sobbing subsided as she calmed down.

His front was already painfully swollen to the bursting point. As soon as he undid his pants buckle, his formidable manhood sprang free.

Seeing it, Vivianne’s face turned deathly pale.

“Why so surprised?”

He asked with an unperturbed expression. Then, gripping his shaft, he began spreading her juices evenly over his c*ck. With each stroke, it made slick sounds and grew frighteningly larger.

His member, with its prominent veins, was of a size that instinctively inspired dread.

“A-are you going to put that in?”

“Did you think I took it out just to pleasure myself leisurely in front of someone as s*xy as you?”

She had known since he began pleasuring her with his mouth that they would soon have intercourse. But she hadn’t expected to accommodate something like that.

“…That’s impossible.”

The words escaped her in a trance-like state. No matter how she looked at it, there couldn’t possibly be an opening that could take such a club-like thing.

“…Can it really go in?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s too big. I-I’m afraid I might tear if you force it in.”

Kian chuckled at her incredulous questioning. Then, slowly lowering his body, he whispered seductively in her ear.

“Why so scared? You used to take it all night long. Nothing new about it.”

“M-me?”

“Yes.”

He naturally spread her legs and aimed his tip at her entrance. Even though he merely positioned it without pushing in, she flinched and pulled her hips back.

“…You’re lying.”

“Well. Let’s see who’s right.”

Kian, refusing to allow her retreat, firmly gripped her pelvis with both hands and pulled her close.

“Haah…”

His massive member slid along her split, grazing her cl*toris, causing Vivianne to hunch her neck sharply.

“You may not remember, but I remember everything.”

Kian nuzzled into her neck, planting small kisses here and there, trying to relax her.

“You’re the only female for me.”

“Have you really never… hah, been with another woman?”

“Have you been living in deception?”

Realizing her strange phrasing, Vivianne’s face turned bright red.

“Vivi, have you been with another man?”

The words slipped out unintentionally.

“I don’t know.”

Her nonchalant response was even more provoking. Kian’s expression darkened rapidly at her ambiguous answer.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I can’t remember. You might remember everything, but I don’t.”

Vivianne stuck out her tongue teasingly.

“Then I’ll have to check. Whether another man has been inside you or not.”

“…Ahh!”

Without warning, he thrust his tip upward, making Vivianne’s waist bend like it might break.

Perhaps because they hadn’t been together for a while? She had always been tight around him, but her passage seemed even narrower now.

Feeling the almost bursting pressure, he exhaled a long breath and tightly embraced Vivianne’s shoulders. Her struggling form beneath him was unbearably lovable.

“Relax.”

“Haah, ugh…”

“Hmm?”

She shook her head, seemingly unable to control her body.

“I-I don’t know how to relax. I’m not, hng, tensing on purpose…”

Instead of answering, Kian overlapped their lips. With only his tip inside her entrance, he sucked her tongue and mingled their breaths for a long time. Just when she began to feel reassured by his tender kiss, Kian pushed his p*nis in like a sudden attack.

“…Ah!”

“Kuh.”

His member, having entered with difficulty, fit tightly inside. Kian embraced Vivianne’s slender waist with crushing intensity and breathed heavily.

He remembered the feeling when he first penetrated this small opening.

The dangerous sensation, like being caught in a trap, had left him unable to move.

They had remained joined, only exchanging rough breaths in each other’s ears. Somehow, it felt the same now.

Kian gently stroked Vivianne’s disheveled hair and briefly kissed her trembling lips. Then he slowly began to move his hips.