“…Kian.”

Startled Vivianne stood frozen at the doorway.

Kian took in her comical appearance slowly.

Drenched in rain with a pale face, she looked pitiful. She wore a wreath of wildflowers on her head and a shawl heavy with water on her shoulders.

Whatever she had done, she was hastily hiding something behind her back. Raindrops fell steadily, soaking the carpet.

“M-master. You’re here.”

Matilda, who entered behind her, bowed her head in surprise. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who looked like a drowned rat from the sudden downpour.

“Don’t mind me. Go about your work, Matilda.”

“Pardon?”

“Vivi is soaked. Bring towels and draw a bath.”

Following her master’s orders, Matilda hurried to the bathroom. Vivianne shivered, her face blue from the cold rain.

“I saw the card, Vivi.”

Kian slowly approached and captured her wet body. Her damp form clung to his embrace like a magnet.

“Congratulations, Kian.”

The soft voice near his ear. Though she was just reading what she had written in the card, she felt so embarrassed she wanted to hide somewhere.

“Vivi.”

His soft lips touched her earlobe and pulled away.

With a thud, Vivianne’s grip loosened, dropping what she had hidden behind her back. Kian stared at what fell at her feet.

It was a bouquet, ruined by the rain. The ribbon drooped with moisture. The petals were crushed in places, likely from trying to protect it from the rain.

“A gift?”

Whatever it had looked like initially, it was too shabby and poor to be called a gift now. Knowing this herself, Vivianne’s already dejected face became even more withdrawn.

“It’s pretty.”

Though he said this, Kian deliberately didn’t pick it up. Neither did Vivianne.

At this moment, they both knew how empty the word “pretty” was.

Perhaps due to being wet, the shawl seemed to weigh down her delicate shoulders rather than provide warmth.

Kian brushed back her wet hair, then impulsively pulled off the shawl from her shoulders.

The water-logged fabric fell heavily onto the bouquet. As the petals crushed, a subtle floral scent wafted up.

A fresh grass scent tickled his nose.

Poor Vivi.

She should realize that her already modest gift was completely ruined now.

Instead of focusing on the gift, she looked up at Kian with eyes that seemed ready to cry.

“Tomorrow, I’ll, I’ll again.”

“Now.”

Their eyes met before hers dropped down.

“I want something else.”

When he tried to kiss her pale lips, she flinched and turned her head away.

“Not right now.”

“Why?”

“…Matilda is in the bathroom.”

She seemed concerned about someone being inside.

“The flowers are nice, but Vivi.”

Kian, paying no mind to her concern, held her chin firmly.

“I prefer this more.”

Then he captured her trembling lips, consuming them.

Chu. Chu. As their lips pressed together repeatedly, her cold lips quickly warmed with a mellow heat.

Her form trapped between the door and his embrace reminded him of the first time he held her. However, this time he deliberately didn’t give her the option to escape. He didn’t want to let her go. Hadn’t she already made her choice then? Once they crossed that line, they couldn’t go back, and he didn’t want to either.

When he pulled her waist firmly into his embrace, her rain-soaked body, its curves visible through wet clothes, pressed against his chest. Such a disheveled state was only allowed in front of him.

Click, when the bathroom door opened, Vivianne’s body stiffened. Kian, unfazed, made a slurping sound as he sucked her lips deeper. While their lips were locked, he made a slight hand gesture, and Matilda, understanding his intention, quickly presented the towel. A brief gap formed between their pressed lips.

“Leave us, Matilda.”

Matilda gave a short bow and quickly slipped out.

“I got rid of Matilda like you wanted. Vivi. What will you do for me?”

Kian untied the ribbon on Vivianne’s bodice as though he were unwrapping a gift.

“You’ll catch a cold in wet clothes.”

“I-I’ll go wash up.”

Vivianne twisted her body, flustered by her half-exposed br*asts.

“You got me all wet too.”

Kian pulled her closer and asked casually.

“But isn’t it unfair if only you wash?”

* * *

In a frenzy of kissing and removing wet clothes one by one, they were soon both n*ked.

Kian lightly lifted Vivianne and entered the bathtub.

Vivianne lay like a doll in Kian’s arms in the tub. When his hardened c*ck pressed against her b*ttocks, she wondered if he wanted to mate, but that wasn’t it. He seemed too composed to want intercourse.

As if his only purpose was truly just to wash her.

“How’s the rose scent?”

Though his tone was casual, his breath tickled the back of her neck.

Being held from behind, unable to read his expression was torturous.

Kian held the rose-scented soap and worked up a thick lather in his hands. With soap-covered hands, he fully grasped both br*asts.

The two round flesh mounds could be seen being kneaded and squished in the large man’s hands. He pushed them together creating a deep valley, then massaged them in circular motions.

With meticulous touches, he thoroughly soaped her br*asts and firmly rubbed her n*pples with his fingertips, carefully washing even the areolas.

“Mmnh.”

Though it was just washing, embarrassingly, lewd sounds escaped her lips.

“I’m diligently washing you, but who dared you to feel pleasure?”

He teased as he flicked and pinched her n*pples. Her waist jerked at the tingling sensation from her n*pple tips.

“…Ah.”

Whether Vivianne twisted her body or not, Kian continued kneading and massaging one br*ast while sliding his other hand between her legs.

“It’s even worse down here.”

As he rubbed and explored her s*x, he could feel viscous fluid flowing even in the water.

“You’re so sticky here.”

“Ungh, nn, no…”

“What do you mean no? It keeps flowing. I’ll have to clean thoroughly.”

He spread her l*bia and circled her cl*toris. Having found what was hiding, he continued to torment it.

They weren’t even mating. It was just washing. Yet every time he rubbed between her legs with soap, hot fluid kept seeping from inside.

At this rate, Kian’s washing efforts were in vain. She tried to hold back, but the more she tensed her lower abdomen, the more clearly she felt her v*gina twitching and seeming to spill something.

“Haahng, s-stop, I’ll, I’ll wash myself.”

Vivianne began to plead, unable to endure anymore.

“Why?”

“It’s too ticklish.”

“Is that so? Well then.”

Kian unexpectedly let her go easily. Though she scrambled away panting, she couldn’t escape the confines of the narrow tub.

His black eyes remained fixed on Vivianne’s snow-white n*ked body.

“You said you’d wash yourself.”

“…Pardon?”

“Wash. In front of me.”

He would watch her wash. It felt like she had fled only to end up at a dead end.

“Should I wash you if you can’t do it?”

“N-no.”

“Hurry and lather up the soap.”

Vivianne hesitated briefly before reluctantly working up soap bubbles in her palms.

“You need to rub properly. Like I did earlier.”

Since he would clearly pounce to wash her again if she didn’t do it properly, she decided to at least imitate him. Squeezing her eyes shut from shame, she began following his instructions.

One hand grasped and kneaded her br*ast, while the other hand rubbed below. She kept her gaze down, not knowing where to look.

Splash splash. The small sound of water rippling in the tub echoed in her ears. Kian calmly watched Vivianne’s struggling form.

The sight of her small hands desperately kneading her full br*asts was satisfying enough, but below was the problem. Being underwater, he couldn’t tell if she was washing properly.

“This won’t do, Vivi.”

Kian put his hands under her armpits and lifted her to sit on the edge of the tub.

While she was still dazed from the cold wall against her back, Kian gripped her knees and spread them wide.

“Why are you suddenly doing this?”

“If I can’t see, I can’t check if you washed properly.”

Her cherry-red cl*toris glistened visibly. Despite her efforts to wash thoroughly, her entire s*x gleamed with sticky fluids like it was coated in sugar syrup. Unable to bear the embarrassment, Vivianne covered her face with both hands.

Wearing a childish flower crown on her head while n*ked with legs spread wide, exposing bright pink flesh.

She looked just like a fairy unable to control her lewd body.

“Now, I’ll watch, so wash every spot thoroughly, Vivi.”

His breath was too close. Ticklish air scattered across her entire s*x.

“…I can’t.”

Finally, she had to surrender. How could he be so mischievous? Just like someone deliberately trying to torment her.

“If you can’t do it, I’ll take over then.”

As soon as Kian finished speaking, he buried his lips between her legs.