Two rooms occupied the fourth floor.

His room stood visible as soon as one climbed the stairs, while her room lay deeper in the corridor. Just these two.

He could have changed his mind at any point. Walking all the way there required more effort. Yet Kian chose to walk to the inner room.

Some mysterious force drew him to the door. At this late hour, naturally, the door remained firmly closed.

Should he go in?

No, would it be locked?

He’d heard that since guards couldn’t be posted during sleeping hours, she locked her door to sleep.

Right. It would be a locked door anyway. Knocking at this hour would be ridiculous, and breaking in like that woman did before would be strange.

After hesitating briefly, he turned away. Such momentary impulses would fade once he lay in bed and closed his eyes. Just as he walked a bit further and reached his bedroom door.

Click.

The sound of a door opening.

“…Kian?”

Through the opened door, he saw Vivianne peeking her head out. When he stopped in his tracks, she opened the door completely with a creaking sound.

Like a spell had been cast.

“It is Kian.”

At first, she just poked her head out like a child, then emerged with a bright smile. She must have jumped out of bed in a hurry, standing barefoot in her negligee.

What is this woman doing?

Does she even realize how defenseless she is?

“What if it wasn’t me when you opened the door?”

“That wouldn’t happen. I can tell it’s Kian just by your footsteps.”

She stated with unwavering confidence. Even in the pitch darkness, her eyes sparkled with intelligence. It seemed like finding a ray of light in dark waters.

Knowing by footsteps.

Had she been waiting then?

“Did I surprise you?”

“……”

“It feels really good to have startled you for once.”

After that, nothing else was heard. He simply strode toward her.

“I think I know why Kian is—mmph!”

He pulled her into his arms in one motion and devoured her lips as they tried to mumble incomprehensible words.

He urgently pressed forward, claiming her mouth and stealing her breath with frightening intensity.

Frustrated by her stumbling backward steps, he simply lifted her up. Given his own urgency, lifting her like a princess was too luxurious. He supported her by gripping her bottom and thighs, lifting her straight up.

Caught off guard, she ended up clinging to his neck with her arms and wrapping her legs around his hips, dangling from him. His aroused center instantly pressed dangerously between her legs.

Vivianne clung to him desperately, her body trembling with an instinctive fear. The fact that she dared to look down at his face while shaking in fear of falling amused him.

She clearly hadn’t expected this, gasping for air between their sealed lips. When she seemed about to lose balance, he reluctantly broke the kiss. Still frightened, she hugged his neck tighter and buried her face in his shoulder.

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

“No, just…”

Kian showed no mercy, instantly pushing her against the wall. Her pale face, which had been buried in his shoulder, flushed with heat as it lifted up. When she regained her senses from her dazed state, his lips hovered close enough to touch.

“Seeing you made me h*rny.”

His low voice. Their gazes locked, and he smiled with intoxication before gently pressing his lips to hers. The teasing sound of lips meeting and parting echoed chaotically in her ears.

“…h*rny?”

She asked with a flushed face. Though she asked because she didn’t know the meaning, he seemed to interpret it differently.

“Yeah, h*rny. Enough to get hard and pounce on you the moment I saw you.”

Was being h*rny the same as being in heat? This was beyond just being aroused. His front swelled almost to the bursting point.

When he ground himself firmly against her bottom, Vivianne’s eyes filled with bewilderment.

“Put me down, Kian. I’m scared.”

“If you’re scared of falling, Vivi.”

He sucked on her soft lips again with a pop, then whispered wickedly in her ear.

“Do your best to hold on tight.”

“Ah, p-please.”

He began walking forward while holding her. From her perspective, she moved backward.

It felt like she would fall. She couldn’t see where they were going. When she tried to bury her face in fear, he wouldn’t let go, keeping her lips captured.

“Raise your arms.”

Her negligee had already risen to her armpits by his large hands, exposing her round br*asts. He seemed to want to remove the cumbersome garment, but Vivianne couldn’t cooperate in her position.

“I-I can’t let go. I’ll fall.”

“Oh? Then, hold this in your mouth.”

This spelled trouble. The more pale her face became, the more Kian seemed to enjoy it. Vivianne ended up having to bite down on the rolled-up hem of her negligee.

Looking down with a face ready to cry, her pink n*pples stood er*ect atop her round flesh. Above them, a ticklish laugh scattered.

“Do your n*pples always get hard like this… when you’re scared?”

While supporting her bottom with one hand, he skillfully twisted her n*pple. Her toes curled at the tingling sensation from her n*pple.

“Mmph, nngh.”

She wanted to protest what that meant, but with the negligee in her mouth, only muffled moans escaped.

The sound of a belt buckle being undone echoed, and a hot flesh pole rubbed between her legs. Vivianne wrapped her legs around his hips with all her might. Perhaps from using too much strength, the inside of her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Regardless, he pushed aside her panties, now sticky and wet with arousal. Then he slowly rubbed his hard tip against her split.

The gesture resembled threatening to drop her from a cliff’s edge.

“What should we do? You’re so wet with fear, even your panties are soaked.”

“Mmph, ngh.”

“This is trouble.”

Just as she squeezed her eyes shut from the anxiety of not knowing when she might fall, his p*nis, swollen to the bursting point, thrust deep inside her.

“Ahh!”

Her whole body resonated from crown to tailbone as he penetrated her completely from entrance to depths in one stroke.

Startled by the unexpected assault, she lost her grip on the cloth in her mouth.

“You shouldn’t let go.”

He hugged Vivianne’s body tightly and thrust up hard again with a thud, seemingly punishing her mistake. Her eyes twisted and filled with moisture.

Finding her immediate response amusing, Kian kept thrusting his hips up repeatedly. Physiological tears streaked down her heated cheeks, leaving messy wet marks.

The precarious sensation of hanging by a thread. She clung desperately inside and out – arms around his neck, legs wrapped around him, inner walls gripping his c*ck.

But it proved useless. With each thrust of his hips, her bottom pushed down and the penetration grew deeper.

“Kian, ah, ngh, d-did you, receive it?”

Despite trembling in fear, her curiosity remained. His lips twitched in an incredulous smile as he continued thrusting while drinking in her tear-wet gaze.

“What?”

“Th-that, ah, medal!”

While being penetrated below, sobbing and losing her mind. Why did she wonder about that now? He recalled her thanking him for fixing her ankle while spreading her legs wide.

“Choose one. Ask questions or mate. One at a time, Vivi.”

“Ngh, b-but you do this, ah, every time, when- ahh!”

To interpret: she meant he takes her every time they meet, so when could she ask? She had a point to feel wronged. Indeed, whenever he stayed home, they joined bodies and mixed flesh like this.

“Haven’t you seen it? You’re crushing it with your br*asts right now.”

“……”

“Look for yourself.”

This really meant don’t look. Because she had no room to separate her upper body while desperately clinging to Kian’s body. Vivianne, not knowing what to do, soon became dejected.

He couldn’t help it. He pulled out his p*nis and set her down on the long sofa, seemingly doing her a favor. Then immediately climbed on top and pulled her hand to his chest.

“Here it is.”

Vivianne stroked the medal curiously for a while, then touched each of the nearby epaulettes one by one.

“What do all these mean?”

She asked with contemplative eyes, curious about so many things. If he’d known she’d be this distracted, he should have undressed first. How annoying.

Should he bite her hard?

Kian felt his teeth itch watching her insignificant fingers exploring him.

“They’re meaningless now anyway.”

Impulsively bringing her hand to his mouth, Kian gently bit her fingertip, making her blue eyes widen.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to take them off.”

He stripped off the clothes that interfered with concentration, instantly becoming n*ked.