He lowered her leg from his shoulder and spread them wide, pressing the tip against her round entrance.

“F*ck me, hng!”

Before she could finish speaking, he slid inside. Her hips lifted off the ground from the forceful penetration.

It felt like being sucked into a narrow swamp. Kian bit his lower lip. He wasn’t sure how many more times he’d need to carve his path before she’d stop being this wild.

What kind of woman was she? Despite countless entries during each encounter, she still gripped his c*ck tight enough to make his lower abdomen ache.

Moments when he had to clench his molars, swallow curses, furrow his brows while gripping tightly, or tense his thighs to endure.

Breaking his solid composure and pathetically showing cracks was one of his most hated moments.

Seeing her whimper like an innocent victim while creating countless ripples inside him made his blood boil.

Kian buried his upper body deep and sucked a long mark on her neck. He firmly pinned down the woman who was squirming and twisting her shoulders from the ticklish sensation, and began to swim slowly inside her.

Whenever he felt the urge to rut desperately, he instead rolled his hips languidly. The sensation of her trembling, clingy walls as he stirred slowly inside was vivid.

“Don’t forget. Only I can enter here.”

He deliberately pulled his p*nis back far and caught it on her entrance before pushing all the way in.

“Ugh!”

Thud, the tip hit her deepest point. Each time he moved his hips in long strokes, Vivianne gasped heavily.

“So remember every detail.”

The tip caught at her entrance again.

“From here.”

He spread her open achingly as he pushed into her deepest, narrowest space.

“To here.”

He pressed into her firmly like stamping a seal. When her startled walls contracted lengthwise, their tightly joined organs swelled once more to the point of bursting.

“Haa, ngh.”

She released the breath she’d been holding.

“Every time I see you, I’ll penetrate and mess you up thoroughly.”

He met her wet upward-gazing eyes. After kissing her damp eyelashes, he lightly stole the panting breath from her lips.

“…Kian.”

When their lips parted, she called his name as though she had been drunk. Then she lifted her chin and kissed him long and desperately.

It was a kiss seeking union. More desperate than when he’d told her to kiss him if she wanted him.

Membranes slid together and saliva mixed. Along with the mating-like kiss, his slow thrusts gradually increased in speed.

His pelvis repeatedly slammed down onto her white b*ttocks. The sight of red flesh pulling out with his c*ck each time he thrust in and pulled out was truly spectacular.

Her round br*asts lifted upward and her body was pushed up. Each time this happened, Kian frantically pounded his hips while wrapping his strong arms tightly around her to prevent her escape.

“Ack, oh, nghh, hngh!”

She began crying uncontrollably from the climactic sensations that peaked with each thrust.

This is why he couldn’t help but tease her. She responded diligently to every touch and diligently fell apart.

Their joining point was already burning hot. The more he thrust, the more she trembled all over like a kettle reaching its boiling point.

Clear fluids gushed out with each entry and exit. Just when he felt like he might drown in it, his firmly enduring hips began to shake.

His c*ck throbbed from root to tip, drawing up his seed. When he finally burst and ej*culated, her vaginal walls gripped his c*ck and writhed greatly.

This is maddening. His mind turned to mush from another surge of intense pleasure.

Like a racehorse that had forgotten how to stop, Kian continued thrusting, spreading his white fluid inside her.

* * *

While dozing off on the sofa, something sweet entered her mouth. Vivianne became slightly more alert at the sensation of chocolate melting.

When she drowsily opened her eyes, she saw Kian wearing a shirt.

“Are you leaving?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t you not go?”

“No.”

“Don’t go to your room. Let’s sleep together in bed.”

“Don’t want to.”

When Kian flatly refused, Vivianne’s expression turned sulky.

“You might not understand why this isn’t possible, but for me, it is.”

“Why? I don’t have any sleeping habits. I sleep like the dead.”

“I wonder why.”

Kian lifted her body and laid her on the bed, then climbed on top of her. When her blue eyes widened, he pressed his lips down briefly before pulling away.

Then he gently guided her hand to his front to let her confirm his condition.

“As you can see, due to my somewhat immediate reactions. I can’t sleep with you.”

“……”

It was swollen to the point of bursting. Vivianne’s face turned pale.

“So stop provoking me. Just go to sleep.”

While she had no strength left in her body, Kian didn’t even look tired.

Still, seeing how he wanted to keep mating, he must truly like her as a female.

“Ah, and don’t eat more than two of those chocolates.”

“I’m not a child.”

“If you don’t want to be treated like a child, stop acting like one. Tiny thing.”

“Tiny?”

Though she wasn’t sure what he meant by tiny, his teasing tone made her feel quite displeased.

She felt anxious because once he left, she wouldn’t know where he’d go or when he’d return. Moreover, she’d been so distracted by kissing him right away that she hadn’t asked about her concerns.

She wanted to ask about the article Countess Spencer had shown her.

“Kian.”

“What?”

She’d started to speak, but wasn’t sure how best to ask.

Should she ask if she saw in the newspaper, if he danced the waltz? If he was trying to reconcile with his fiancée? What was going on with all of it?

Suddenly, she remembered Countess Spencer’s sarcastic words.

“What good would it do to ask directly? He’ll obviously deny it and try to temporarily smooth things over.”

Though frustrating, it was a fair point. It felt awkward to ask directly too.

The waltz instructor had said that waltz was a dance for parties. Since you could dance it with people you weren’t close to, you had to be careful not to step on their feet.

So dancing the waltz didn’t necessarily mean he was trying to reconcile. It seemed foolish to ask so directly.

“What is it?”

Since she’d only started speaking and then hesitated, Kian seemed curious too.

“Do you dance the waltz well?”

“Why suddenly talk about waltz?”

“I learned waltz while you were away. My teacher praised me. Said I learned quickly and danced well.”

“I see.”

His response was indifferent, as if he wasn’t particularly interested. Though her shoulders seemed to shrink, she asked firmly.

“Could you practice with me? My waltz teacher is coming tomorrow afternoon.”

She trembled even after asking. Though it wasn’t a difficult request, she was asking this busy man to make time for her.

“I want to dance with you tomorrow, not with the teacher.”

She stated clearly once more.

The fiancée issue was something that would yield no answers even if she asked.

But if Kian would dance the waltz with her, she felt she could have a little more faith in herself.

“Well, alright.”

Kian accepted more readily than expected. But he had a condition.

“But about the shoes. Not the high heels. Wear the new low ones I bought you.”

“Why?”

“Don’t want my feet turning into a beehive.”

“Beehive?”

Kian said another incomprehensible thing.

“Anyway. Go to sleep now. I’ll leave after I see you sleeping.”

Perhaps because she felt reassured by his words about watching her fall asleep. Or perhaps because she was excited about dancing together.

When he pulled the blanket up to her neck, sleep washed over her like a lie.

* * *

The next morning, Vivianne hesitated for a while before speaking.

“Um, Matilda.”

Matilda, who was helping her into her dress, opened her eyes wide.

“What is it, Vivi?”

“Did you clean my room this morning?”

“What are you talking about? You were already awake today. I hadn’t come before that.”

Matilda smiled as if Vivianne was being silly, and tied the ribbon at her back.

As Matilda said, she’d woken up unusually early considering last night’s mating. Usually she would get up groggily around lunchtime, but today was different.

She opened her eyes to a prickling sensation, but no one was around. The source of that anxiety was clear. There was something in the room that shouldn’t be there.

Vivianne immediately thought of the unsavory gift she’d received from Countess Spencer. After much deliberation last night, she’d decided to secretly get rid of it.

She felt that telling the truth would only upset Matilda. Since Countess Spencer had left saying she wouldn’t charge for the lessons, there shouldn’t be any problems.

So she’d hidden it under the sofa, but when she looked this morning, the box had vanished without a trace.

Who cleaned it up?

If not Matilda, then. Maybe.

Was it Kian?

“……”

No matter how she thought about it, there was no one else who could have entered the room. It was either Matilda or Kian. Since Matilda said she didn’t know, it must have been Kian.

When did he take it?

After she fell asleep, when he left.

Did he see it then?

When her thoughts reached that point, she felt her blood run cold.

“Did you lose something?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll, I’ll look for it again.”

Matilda worriedly looked at Vivianne’s pale face.