“Were you happy?”

“About what?”

“When you received the medal.”

She kept asking persistently even though I deliberately tried to hide it from her sight. During a brief pause in our intimacy, now that she could breathe easier, it seemed she was determined to ask everything she’d been curious about.

“What? How was it? You received the award because you did well, Kian.”

“Just raise your arms quietly.”

Kian pulled off Vivianne’s negligee without hesitation. Her br*asts, white and luscious like the moon, were exposed.

“What?”

Sensing her words weren’t having any effect, she covered her br*asts with a sulky expression.

“I asked if you were happy. Kian.”

What is this, a battle of wills?

He let out a hollow laugh and looked at her askew.

“You’ve gotten quite bold while I was away.”

“It’s, it’s not that hard to answer. I’ve been curious all this time.”

“And you’ve become more chatty too.”

When he spoke with force in his eyes, she hesitated again, seemingly intimidated. Kian seized the opportunity to bind Vivianne’s arms above her head.

“You’re mean. I should be able to ask.”

“If you’re that curious, should I make one for you too?”

“Really? Can you?”

Instead of answering, he pressed his lips lightly against Vivianne’s left br*ast.

Let’s see. It was around here.

“…Nghh.”

As he moved his lips here and there, gauging where to place the medal, she was already making whimpering sounds, unable to hold back.

His lips finally settled on a spot about an inch away from her n*pple. Though he merely pressed his lips against the flesh, he could feel her heart pounding.

So small hands, small feet, small lips, and other parts as tiny as toys. Yet she’s alive, with a beating heart. It was utterly insignificant.

Ah, are her br*asts quite large? Not quite, rather, no, definitely large. While her bottom was shapely too, her br*asts were notably voluptuous. Almost disproportionate to her small, petite frame.

Kian briefly had the silly thought that it must hurt her shoulders to carry these around. Then he sucked deeply, hollowing his cheeks.

Though he was only sucking and biting the skin. Perhaps due to her sweet scent, his head felt dizzy as if he were drinking blood.

When he finally released his lips with a pop after sucking hard, he could see an angry red mark left on her br*ast.

As she looked down at her br*ast with a tearful face, a satisfied smile spread across Kian’s face.

“Is this the medal?”

“Yes. Because you waited so well.”

No, this was perhaps closer to a seal than a medal. A mark indicating ownership while it remained on the skin. The bruise would fade with time, but that didn’t matter.

After all, she was a woman who would wait for familiar footsteps in the hallway and throw herself into his arms like a puppy. Even if the mark fades, she’ll wait until he personally marks her again.

He wanted her to wait with such a pathetic appearance. Not with eyes that questioned why he had returned, but calling his name clearly. That’s how he wanted to tame her.

“How does it feel?”

“It feels strange.”

That was exactly the right answer. It could only be a strange day when he was commended for his major and simultaneously urged to retire.

“I felt the same.”

He had only asked how she felt. She answered that, so there was no need to explain why. This much kindness was sufficient; now it was time to get what he wanted.

Kian extended his reddish tongue and slowly licked her pink n*pple. The tiny peak glistened with wet saliva. That small protrusion was arousing him far more than any useless piece of metal.

After playfully licking a few more times, he began to suck steadily like a nursing infant.

“Ah…uh.”

Meanwhile, Vivianne was looking at Kian with an utterly embarrassed expression. Him eagerly sucking her empty br*ast like this… she had half given up by now.

She couldn’t stop him anyway, and didn’t want to. At first, she was so embarrassed she wanted to hide somewhere. But now she even enjoyed the lewd, wet sucking sounds. If there weren’t any wet sounds, she would feel disappointed, wondering if he didn’t want to suck anymore.

That wasn’t all. When she pretended not to notice and pushed out her chest, he would suck harder, and when her n*pples became sore from being bitten and sucked, he would tease them by rolling them with the tip of his tongue.

The other br*ast would be roughly kneaded and squeezed, then gently massaged, creating an addictive sensation that felt refreshing. It might be nice to do this with some oil too.

When he buried his handsome nose between her br*asts, her heart felt so full she wanted to embrace him tightly. Ah, she wanted to record every fleeting moment in perfect detail. It was truly, absolutely perfect.

The problem was between her legs, which was becoming increasingly demanding. Setting aside the sticky fluid flowing there, perhaps she was in heat? It kept getting hot, itchy, and she wanted to rub against something.

“Mm, hmm.”

Vivianne rolled her eyes around while making nasal sounds. Kian was completely absorbed in sucking her br*asts anyway. She wanted to secretly rub against something, anywhere. Even when she whimpered and lifted her hips, there was nowhere to press her groin against.

Haah, how frustrating. Only disappointed sighs escaped her lips.

Cold. Suddenly, Kian’s lips detached from her n*pple. Their wandering eyes met.

Did he notice?

“There seems to be a reason you keep wiggling your hips like this.”

…How embarrassing.

Vivianne squeezed her eyes shut.

“Tell me honestly.”

“It’s, it’s itchy. I wanted to rub against something.”

Was that a strange answer? Kian had no immediate response after hearing it.

I should have just said I didn’t know. Just because he asked for honesty, I didn’t have to be that honest. Self-loathing washed over her for her clumsy response.

She was generally bad at lying, and especially when Kian pressed her, her mind would go blank, making complex thoughts impossible.

“Where is it itchy?”

But this was unexpected. From his asking about the location, it seemed he was willing to help relieve the itchiness.

“…Down there.”

Vivianne confessed meekly in an uncertain voice.

“You need to be more specific, Vivi. How would I know where if you just say down there?”

“Be-between my legs.”

“Where between your legs?”

“……”

“Hmm?”

He wasn’t going to make this easy.

“I can’t… express it in words.”

“Then touch where it is. I’ll personally check.”

He’s deliberately teasing me again. She remembered when he made her sit on the edge of the bathtub and wash between her legs. Though he pretended to be nonchalant, his face had been strangely flushed.

What an impossible, mischievous male. Vivianne let out a small sigh.

“Un-under my panties.”

A smile broke across his lips. Perhaps because she had finally managed to specify. Kian stopped questioning and slowly pulled down her sticky panties.

“Here? With what?”

“…What?”

“What do you want to rub against it?”

Here we go again. Whatever, forget it. It’s all equally embarrassing anyway. At this point, Vivianne decided to say what she wanted.

“Kian’s thing.”

“My what thing. I have many things here.”

“……”

“Everything in Larson belongs to me.”

Matilda had said he was the lord of a great territory. But his insistence on claiming ownership of everything made him seem like a petulant child.

He’s clearly determined to tease me anyway. He won’t just let it go. Vivianne decided to take a direct approach rather than avoid it.

“A man’s member.”

“……”

She had only said what she learned from Countess Spencer’s lessons, but Kian’s expression was somewhat peculiar.

“Isn’t it a man’s member?”

“Well, it is, but.”

Seeing him continue to chuckle without finishing his sentence, something was clearly wrong.

“You don’t need to call it something so grand.”

“Then what should I call it?”

“Well.”

Kian raised Vivianne’s legs together and placed them on his shoulder. Then he began to rub his c*ck along the split between her legs.

“Let’s think about it while we rub.”

Perhaps because her legs were together, the friction was stronger than just rubbing. The area where their g*nitals rubbed against each other grew increasingly hot. With wet, squelching sounds, she felt herself becoming aroused from deep inside.

Her plump outer lips, engorged inner lips, and hardened cl*toris were thoroughly messed up by his shaft.

Though he was only pressing and rubbing, the more the friction continued, the more she felt like this fierce c*ck was actually penetrating inside.

“Haa, uh……”

Sharp moans escaped involuntarily.

The sculptured upper body moving breathlessly above her and the firm thighs thrusting up against her bottom were perfect every time she saw them.

Beautiful yet strong, and agile too. This was rare. That’s why nothing else caught her eye, and she wanted to have him, even just once.

When her thoughts reached that point, just rubbing wasn’t enough anymore. As soon as she thought about wanting him inside, she recalled the words that had aroused Kian before.

“Please put it in, Kian.”

“Not that today.”

A wicked smile spread across the face of the male looking down at her arrogantly.

“Ask me to f*ck you.”