Looking at their connection, Kian could see that Vivianne still had about two finger joints’ worth of his base left to take.

Though he wanted to thrust all the way in immediately, he decided not to rush. The situation was completely different from their first time together. After finally finding her again, he feared she might break if he pushed too forcefully, unable to bear it.

While he still had some rationality left, he wanted to handle her as carefully as possible.

Kian deliberately moved very slowly, repeating shallow thrusts while gently caressing Vivianne’s tear-streaked eyes and hot cheeks to soothe her. Her small face fit perfectly in his palm.

He noticed anew how petite she was—small face, small hands and feet. Her naturally diminutive frame was evident at a glance, highlighting their difference in size.

He found it almost amusing how he was so restless and devoted to someone so small and fragile. Even her opening was small. Perhaps they were fundamentally mismatched from the start. Though he hadn’t fully entered her yet, her tight passage was stretched to its limit.

She seemed to be struggling to take him, biting her lower lip tightly.

“Don’t bite. Let it go.”

“…hic, mmm.”

“I said let it go. You’ll hurt yourself.”

He pulled her lip from between her teeth and offered his thumb instead.

When he gently probed her tender membrane with his fingertip, Vivianne reflexively began sucking his thumb.

“That’s right.”

Such a good girl. She could bite his thumb instead if she wanted to. But she seemed concerned about hurting him, making a visible effort not to use her teeth.

He had noticed since they kissed earlier that her mouth was hot with fever. The same heat radiated from her lower opening, feeling like it might melt around him.

Kian continued thrusting into her depths, feeling the tight membranes squeezing him from all sides. He had entered her immediately because he felt like his c*ck might burst if he waited any longer, but now he wondered if he should have widened her with his fingers first.

With his p*nis still inside her tight entrance, Kian rotated his hips in circles, methodically widening her passage.

“Hnng, mmm.”

Vivianne continued to whimper even as she sucked his finger.

When he pushed deeper, parting her inner walls, her moist eyes glistened with tears. Her deep blue eyes wavered precariously like rising waves. Those prey-like eyes kept provoking his sadistic impulses, but he knew she wouldn’t endure if he indulged those urges.

As he continued his movements, he felt the abundant fluids inside her flowing down his shaft, gradually loosening her tightly closed inner walls.

Seizing this opportunity, Kian hooked her knees over his arms and pressed his shaft down firmly as he thrust upward. His tip spread her tightly closed depths, penetrating deeper into her inner walls.

“Haah!”

Vivianne let out a reflexive cry of pleasure. Though her inner fluids provided lubrication, it wasn’t quite enough. Her entrance, stretched taut to accommodate his massive member to the root, burned intensely.

She hadn’t realized there was still more to take. It seemed unbelievable that before losing her memory, she had apparently accommodated this every day.

Her entire body felt filled with Kian, making it difficult to maintain clarity of thought. Each time he pressed against her deepest point, filling her completely, she felt her grip on reason loosening.

Her inner walls, which had initially resisted the intrusion, now broke down their defenses and began to writhe, massaging his massive member. Vivianne panted helplessly, releasing heated breaths.

Not only was her body surrendering, but her mind was crumbling as well.

“I love you.”

“No matter how you feel about me, I’ll continue to love you.”

The sweet words he had whispered floated through her mind, repeatedly breaking like white waves against rocks. Her thoughts grew hazy, intoxicated by both alcohol and arousal.

Had he held her this tenderly before? This was her first time since losing her memories. Yet instinctively, she could feel how attentively he sucked and licked, how preciously he touched her. Even his penetration had begun slowly and carefully.

When they kissed, she had vaguely recalled some memories, so she expected something to resurface when their bodies joined, but her mind remained blank.

She kept turning over the Marchioness Baldwin’s advice not to worry about him being an ill-mannered scoundrel, but he seemed too sincere to be false.

What had happened in the past? Even Kian had said he returned home to find her gone, not knowing what had happened.

What emotions had driven her into the sea back then?

From what she could tell about herself, she wasn’t prone to depression, and since recovering physically, she had never thought about wanting to die.

Perhaps she had accidentally fallen in while taking a walk?

If not, there must have been something so painful that she wanted to die. Due to her wavering heart, her thoughts kept drifting toward convenient explanations.

Taking advantage of her distraction, like biting her lips, he gave her no time for deep contemplation.

His dark eyes had long lost any trace of patience. Kian moved his hips frantically like an unleashed beast. His massive member relentlessly pounded her inner walls, gradually increasing in speed.

His tip repeatedly pressed against her deepest point. With each thrust, the mixture of his prec*m and her fluids splashed everywhere, wetting even his firm thighs. His fluid-soaked sack slapped against her perineum, making wet sounds.

“Ah, mmm, ahh!”

She tried to hold back, but it was impossible. Vivianne whimpered and repeatedly pushed against his chest that filled her vision, but his rock-hard torso didn’t budge at all.

“Don’t push me away.”

“Mmm, ah, ahhh, mmm!”

“You want me too, don’t you?”

Though his assertion was presumptuous, his gaze remained tender. His expression seemed both demanding and yearning at the same time.

In her moment of hesitation, her body was suddenly lifted while still impaled.

“Haah…!”

Due to the precarious position, Vivianne instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around Kian’s neck for support. His tip, which had already been pressing against her deepest point, pushed even further inside, making her feel like her insides were being displaced.

The sensation left her dizzy.

As soon as she buried her face in his shoulder, his powerful upward thrusts forced her chin up.

Perhaps due to the added weight, he penetrated even deeper than usual. The heat rising to the crown of her head made it difficult to maintain clarity. Her vision blurred, and physiological tears streamed down her face.

Kian supported Vivianne’s b*ttocks firmly enough to leave handprints, thrusting his hips vigorously.

Each time he moved, he felt her slender legs tightening around his pelvis and her arms gripping his neck with all her strength, making him smile with satisfaction.

Her sweat-dampened br*asts pressed against his straight collarbone, her n*pples sticking to him.

The sensation of her small body clinging to him with all her might excited Kian beyond endurance.

With each merciless thrust, her insides trembled in spasms. Clear fluids had already overflowed from their connection, thoroughly soaking the floor.

When her inner walls contracted sharply, squeezing his member achingly, he could no longer hold back. There was no need to resist the urge to ej*culate.

The more he released, the higher the probability of her conceiving.

His p*nis expanded from the root, ready to burst—the signal of impending release. The lewd sounds of wet flesh colliding gradually slowed as he embraced her fragile body tightly enough to break her.

Something hot spread deep inside her.

“Hngh, ngh!”

Thump, thump. Still holding Vivianne, Kian thrust a few more times to the root, squeezing out the remaining s*men.

Even after ej*culating completely, Kian didn’t withdraw his p*nis but continued embracing her for a long time.

* * *

When she opened her eyes, her surroundings were dim.

“Feeling better now?”

As soon as she lifted her head at the low voice, their eyes met. It was Kian.

Her last memory was losing consciousness after their lovemaking. Realizing she was in a carriage, having fallen asleep on his shoulder, Vivianne hurriedly rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Where are we?”

“I promised to take you home safely if you had dinner with me.”

He answered leisurely. Looking outside, it seemed to be just before dawn.

“I’m keeping this.”

It was the panties he had removed earlier. Vivianne’s face flushed at the sight.

“P-please give them back now.”

“I’ll return them next time.”

He answered shamelessly and put them in his pocket.

“So I’m supposed to go without them?”

Did that mean she wasn’t wearing any panties right now?

Vivianne’s face turned pale as she realized this alarming fact. Kian chuckled and casually began lifting her skirt.

“W-what are you doing…”

“I knew you were slow, but this is serious.”

When he lifted her skirt to her waist, a dainty pair of panties was revealed.

“Don’t you even know whether you’re wearing panties or not?”

Why was she wearing panties?

She had definitely only worn one pair when she came. What was Kian holding then? And what was she wearing?

Vivianne’s gaze darted around in confusion.

“Don’t be surprised. I cleaned you up and changed you while you were sleeping.”

“Where did these come from?”

“I had them, of course.”

“My underwear?”

“Yes, I didn’t throw away any of your things. I brought them in case something like this happened. Is there a problem?”

How shameless. There were so many problems she was speechless. She had no strength to even move a finger, let alone argue with him.

“…Anyway, I should go. The Marchioness always wakes up early, and it would be terrible if she caught me. So, goodbye.”

“Wait.”

As she tried to open the carriage door and get out, he stopped her again.

“Don’t say ‘goodbye.’ At times like this, you should say ‘see you again.'”

He whispered mischievously with a brief kiss.

“…What? Again?”

“You’ll have to come get your panties yourself.”

“How?”

“I’ll be staying at that townhouse we were at earlier. Tell Baron Grieam you want to see Kian.”

“…”

While Marchioness Baldwin opposed her meeting Kian, it seemed Baron Grieam did not.

“If you don’t like me, come see the puppy. You saw it earlier, right? There’s a bathtub too. You love bathtub baths. Or you could come for chocolate.”

When she didn’t answer, he glanced at her nervously and added various enticements.

“…And while you’re at it, you could eat me too.”

Vivianne deliberately ignored his crude mutterings and decided to ask what she was curious about.

“Isn’t that place the Duke’s house?”

“Larson is far from here.”

“Is it okay for you not to go home?”

“I won’t return without you. For now, Vivi needs to go home. The Marchioness might catch you.”

Kian opened the carriage door and got out first, extending his hand to escort her.

“Let’s hurry. Before I change my mind and kidnap you.”

Putting in consistent effort wasn’t difficult. It would be better if her memories never returned.

“Please stay with An.”

“What do you mean?”

“…Just that. He seems to hate being alone.”

But even if her memories returned, there was nothing to be done about it.