“What’s going on?”

Before Vivianne could even ask what was happening, Kian climbed into the carriage first and extended his hand.

“Let’s go, Vivi.”

Before taking his hand, Vivianne turned to look at Theodore with a bewildered expression. He glanced back and forth between his master and Vivianne, his face clearly troubled.

“I said it’s urgent.”

Though his tone was gentle, he clearly meant for her to take his hand without hesitation.

If there was something urgent, Theodore would probably be more helpful than she would, since she couldn’t do much of anything. The whole situation seemed strange.

Though she didn’t know what was happening, she took Kian’s outstretched hand since he kept insisting it was urgent. As soon as she climbed into the carriage, the door closed and the vehicle began moving without delay.

The carriage departed so suddenly that she couldn’t even say goodbye to Theodore.

“…Oh no.”

Vivianne clung to the window, watching Theodore grow smaller in the distance. Just as his figure was about to disappear from view, a languid voice crept into her ear.

“You seem concerned about Theo.”

His solid chest pressed against her back. While whispering softly, he wrapped one arm around Vivianne’s waist and naturally took hold of her hand that was pressed against the window.

Kian’s palm was still hot from earlier. His breath on her earlobe felt the same. When she turned around in surprise, his soft lips touched her cheek. Her heart began to beat faster at the unexpected kiss.

His lips held the same subtle heat as his palm.

“Hmm?”

When she didn’t answer, he persisted with his question.

“Well…, it might be difficult for him to get back alone. If it were me, I’d feel lost.”

“Don’t worry. Theo’s different from you, so he’ll be fine.”

He declared this without a moment’s hesitation, showing the same reaction as when he had left marks on her br*asts in the carriage earlier.

“What?”

“He can survive without me.”

His voice was full of mischief. It sounded like he was saying that unlike Theodore, she couldn’t survive without him.

That was true. But still…

…It made her feel a little sad.

“I’m a bit hurt, Vivi.”

But, as always, when they were together, he didn’t give Vivianne time to dwell on such idle thoughts.

“I’m the one who’s desperate, but you’re worried about Theo.”

He nuzzled his forehead against her nape, acting uncharacteristically needy. Even when she hunched her shoulders from the ticklish sensation, he persistently burrowed in.

“I’m upset. Maybe I should fire Theo.”

And just like always, he immediately threatened her.

One moment like this, the next moment like that. He kept her so off-balance that she couldn’t think straight.

Perhaps she had been too indifferent to Kian, startled by the sudden situation.

“Th-that’s not it… I was just surprised. I’m sorry, Kian.”

Vivianne apologized in a panic. Judging by the ticklish air dispersing at the back of her neck, he seemed to enjoy watching her flustered state.

“Your body feels hot. Are you really okay? If there’s anything I can do to help, I will.”

“Well…”

Somehow his hands moved faster than his words. The hand around her waist naturally moved up to unbutton her jacket.

When their eyes met, he pulled up the corners of his mouth in a relaxed smile.

“It’s a bit hot.”

Perhaps because the dress was backless, when the jacket fell away, she felt a cool sensation on her skin.

“Isn’t it, Vivi?”

But that feeling didn’t last long, as he began brushing his lips against the back of her neck, and the coolness quickly faded. Thanks to Matilda styling her hair up, he covered her exposed, deer-like neck completely with the warmth of his lips.

“…Kian.”

“You said you’d help with anything you could.”

He pressed his lips to her earlobe and whispered seductively.

“Help me. Now.”

“Yes. Just, hah, let me move a bit…”

Her toes curled involuntarily and her body trembled like someone consumed by ticklishness. It was difficult to keep enduring in this position. Vivianne quickly turned around to check Kian’s condition.

Facing him directly, she couldn’t help but notice the problematic area. The opera box had been dark, and after leaving, Kian had walked ahead so she hadn’t noticed. But now she could see he was bulging enough to burst through his pants.

“You can’t stand the tickling either, right? Neither can I.”

Kian bent down slightly to meet Vivianne’s eyes.

“I’ve been in this state since we kissed earlier. I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

“……”

“You turned a normal person into a pervert with an er*ction in public. How nice for you to be so carefree.”

If it had been since they kissed, that would have been around when the performance started, so he must have endured for quite a while.

Vivianne still stared at the area between his legs with an astonished expression.

Yes, for a reason like this, it made perfect sense that they had to leave quickly to avoid others’ gazes.

“I-I’ll help you. Now.”

Setting everything else aside, his waistband was so tight it looked precarious. Thinking it would be best to take it out quickly, she promptly put her hands on his belt buckle.

But then.

How do I do this?

“……”

“……”

Kian watched her, trying to figure out what she intended to do, but seeing her flustered with no progress, he undid the buckle himself.

With that, his enormous, club-like member sprang out. Though she had seen it many times before, she still seemed nervous, visibly swallowing hard.

Her trembling eyes and small hands hovered in the air, unsure what to do. He had almost told her to climb on top right away, but her expression was so amusing that he silently watched.

After hesitating briefly, she seemed to steel herself and took a deep breath. Then, fidgeting with her delicate hands, she grasped the base of his massive organ.

Finding it too large to hold with one hand, she used both hands together.

Just seeing that made him feel like he might climax, but suddenly she bent down and took the tip into her small, quivering lips. She tried to suck on it, but couldn’t manage properly—even with her cheeks bulging, she couldn’t swallow even half of it.

That clumsy sight made him feel like he might ej*culate immediately, so Kian unconsciously pulled Vivianne away.

“Who the hell taught you to do this?”

Kian’s face twisted with irritation.

“I’m asking you. Who taught you this?”

“C-Countess Spencer… did.”

“Some f*cking teacher she is.”

To still call her “teacher” after such humiliation. Did she have no pride? It was utterly pathetic.

Unnecessarily.

Teaching something like this.

While he felt angry at the Countess, seeing Vivianne fidgeting nervously made him even more irritated. Despite having done nothing wrong. Perhaps startled by his harsh words, Vivianne trembled like a frightened bird.

“I was just told that Kian would like this sort of thing.”

Of course, that was generally true. Even the officers returning to the unit would pour out tales of oral pleasures, singing nothing but praises.

Kian liked it too, technically.

He liked it, but the problem was that he became excessively aroused not by the oral act itself, but by this woman’s inadequate movements.

He had nearly ej*culated without even thrusting, almost spraying his s*men on her innocent face.

He wished she had only done what she’d been taught. No, he wouldn’t have minded if she did nothing at all. She had such an erotic body that blood rushed to his member just from touching her. Just imagining undressing her was enough.

That’s why he had stroked himself daily like a beast in heat even when they were apart.

Perhaps he had momentarily lost his mind. He had forgotten that it was that Spencer woman, that crazy b*tch, who had taught her these things. If he hadn’t known beforehand, he would have stubbornly suspected another man despite what she said. And immediately, he would have found that man, gouged out his eyes, and cut off his hands and tongue.

He detested the idea of his possession being touched by another’s hands. That’s also why he had retaliated somewhat ungracefully when Penelope Steward presumptously talked about doll clothes and tore open her neckline.

He liked having something in the palm of his hand. He liked calculating everything from toying with it to giving it something sweet. He hated when even one insignificant thing escaped his control, causing the cracks within him to widen uncontrollably.

The controller becoming the controlled always started with small predictions like this going awry.

“Never mind. Come up here and put your arms around my neck.”

“What?”

“Spread your legs and straddle me.”

Vivianne obediently climbed on top, facing him. But she immediately encountered a problem. She couldn’t seem to figure out what to do with his er*ect p*nis, remaining awkwardly suspended above him for a while. Since she appeared uncomfortable with either sitting on it or inserting it, he personally positioned it upright against his abdomen.

This was his first time too.

He couldn’t understand why this woman was particularly clumsy at everything.

Looking at the deep cleavage right below his gaze, he felt his patience, which he had maintained until now, completely running out.

As he pulled down her neckline with his large hand, two full br*asts were fully revealed before his eyes.