Squelch, squelch—the lewd sounds of their wet g*nitals intertwining filled the carriage.

The large, hard column of flesh ruthlessly stirred her insides, and combined with the carriage’s vibrations shaking her entire body, Vivianne found it difficult to maintain her senses amid the heat rising to the top of her head.

Her vision swam with trees and unfamiliar passersby quickly flashing by outside. Though the carriage moved too fast for anyone to look inside, Vivianne couldn’t moan freely due to the anxiety that others might see.

Even if people passing by weren’t a concern, she worried about the coachman driving the horses up front.

How strange. She expected anxiety would break her concentration, but instead it heightened her excitement. Perhaps this explained the sinful tightening she felt in her lower abdomen during their intense kiss at the opera house earlier.

Kian seemed more excited than usual too. While repeatedly thrusting into her, he bit and sucked her lips until they were numb, then moved down to her neck.

He began nibbling on her skin, now flushed pink with arousal. He bit her trembling neckline and round shoulders in sequence before moving down to her constantly shaking br*asts. He left teeth marks while biting into them like succulent fruits.

“…Ahh, mmph!”

Startled by her own sudden cry of pleasure, Vivianne covered her mouth with her hand.

“Why are you covering your mouth?”

She had no room to answer. Her mind went blank, and she could only shake her head back and forth.

“You need to answer me, Vivi.”

Kian pulled her n*pple between his lips, punishing her. He sucked so forcefully that not only the n*pple but the entire ar*ola stretched upward before bouncing back down. Stars exploded before her eyes from the sudden strong stimulation. When he continued tormenting her n*pple until it swelled red, seemingly intent on continuing until she answered, Vivianne reluctantly confessed.

“I’m afraid they’ll h-hear us in front.”

“Really?”

He smirked and whispered wickedly.

“Then try your best to keep quiet.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than his fingers moved downward. He spread her closed l*bia and found her cl*toris, swollen with blood.

After thoroughly coating his fingertips with her wetness, he placed her sensitive bud between his index and middle fingers and began stimulating it with upward strokes.

Squelch, squelch. The sounds of his thrusting member and fingers stirring her intimate parts mixed chaotically.

“…Hngh, ah!”

Perhaps because it was her most sensitive spot, her resolve to endure crumbled immediately as cries of pleasure burst forth.

Kian raised the corners of his mouth knowingly and devoured her lips, which were crying with excitement. Her moans were swallowed into his mouth, leaving only muffled groans circling in the air.

Vivianne could barely maintain her composure, intoxicated by the stimulation inside and out. Each time he stirred and rubbed, the heat building in her lower abdomen made her feel dangerously close to boiling over.

As always, he mercifully released her lips just when she was running out of breath.

“Vivi. You seem to trust people too much.”

His low voice scattered hazily near her ear.

“…What do you mean?”

“You said Theodore definitely wouldn’t. Are you sure about that?”

Every time Theodore’s name came from his lips, she felt anxious, not knowing how to react.

She remained silent, fearing that taking Theodore’s side again would only provoke him further.

“Don’t be so quick to feel safe. Getting aroused at the sight of something beautiful is the instinct of all males.”

He whispered while rhythmically moving his hips back and forth, no longer just thrusting upward. With her cl*toris already under pressure, having her entire intimate area rubbed while pressed together felt hot and strange. Her excited inner walls repeatedly contracted, licking the p*nis that filled her inside.

Beautiful. Being called beautiful was one of the things she most wanted to hear from Kian. Even in her dazed state, that word stood out clearly.

The excitement from hearing those words exceeded even the pleasure rising below her navel.

“Am I, hah, beautiful?”

Her heart pounded even after asking.

Thinking about it, she had never heard him call her beautiful before.

Matilda had called her beautiful, Theodore had called her beautiful, and the knights in the order had said she was stunningly beautiful. Only Kian had never made any notable comment.

She wanted to bear his child, and whenever they met, they mated intensely like this.

She thought becoming his female would be enough. But experiencing it now, she felt thirsty for more.

The person she most wanted to appear beautiful to was, of course, Kian. But since he never said anything, she constantly felt anxious.

Even when she dressed up from morning, he would wipe off her lipstick, saying he didn’t like it. Whenever she asked what suited her or what looked pretty, he would say “Well…” or “I don’t know,” making her frustrated.

Though indirect, hearing him call her beautiful made her heart flutter uncontrollably. That’s why, just for today, she wanted to ask him directly.

“You’re beautiful. Damn sexy too.”

She expected him to tease her or make her wait, but Kian acknowledged it surprisingly readily.

Kian called me beautiful.

Her heart swelled to the brim.

Vivianne’s cheeks, already flushed from their mating, grew even hotter.

“Really?”

“That’s why I’m taking you right here in the carriage instead of waiting for the bedroom.”

He breathed against her once more. After lightly sucking on her heated lips and releasing them, their hot breaths scattered across each other’s cheeks.

“So stop asking.”

Even that brief kiss made her heart swell uncontrollably. So much that she couldn’t keep her feelings inside anymore.

“…I’m happy.”

The first words burst out as if she were enchanted.

“I’m so happy that Kian called me beautiful.”

Vivianne embraced Kian’s head tightly. Whenever her heart felt full, she would feel the urge to pull him into her arms—but this was the first time she had actually done it.

Kian’s face buried deeply between Vivianne’s full br*asts. When he chuckled, the tickling sensation across her br*asts nearly drove her mad. She looked at him with a flushed face, and their eyes met.

“…For me, Kian is my only male.”

This was also the first time she had said such words to him directly. She finally voiced what she had always kept in her heart.

To her, it was so obvious that she hadn’t dared say it, perhaps fearing rejection even of something so fundamental.

“I like you, Kian.”

Yes. Getting excited over being called beautiful. Saying such things during mating. Even to herself, she seemed out of her mind.

But somehow, today, she had found the courage. She wanted to express her feelings to him. For some reason, she felt an urgency, as though it had to happen now or never.

Perhaps from long ago—from the moment she first fell for him and began stealing glances—she had dreamed of this moment when she would express these words.

But once she revealed her heart, ironically, it wasn’t enough. She wanted to know if his feelings matched hers.

“Do you like me too, Kian?”

His expression showed no particular change. His face remained unreadable.

“I told you to stop asking.”

Even while answering so coldly, he kissed her hungrily.

Perhaps that’s why she was confused—whether it was affirmation or denial, playfulness or sincerity.

“That’s mean. Please answer me.”

“How does it look to you?”

“…I…”

Vivianne started to speak but hesitated for a moment.

Just enough hesitation. The amount of certainty he had given her was just that much.

“I don’t know.”

“Good.”

Whether she looked upset at his indifferent answer or not, Kian seemed completely unbothered.

“…What?”

“I told you. I like it when you’re curious about me.”

He stared up at her while nibbling again on the bruise he had created on her chest, claiming it was like a medal.

Why? His somewhat primal gaze remained ambiguous. It clearly showed lust, but whether that was affection remained uncertain. Her heart sank heavily.

“One thing is clear, Vivi.”

Perhaps seeing how precarious she looked, Kian gently caressed her reddened, wet eyes with his long fingers.

“I only do this with you.”

He had said the same thing earlier while kissing her.

“I only do this with you.”

“I’m showing people. The woman beside me is you.”

She knew that.

She knew, but…

“You said I’m your only male.”

She wanted something closer, clearer.

“The same goes for me.”

Even though he said she was his only female, why did her heart feel so empty and hollow?

“So please, stop torturing me. Let’s continue what we were doing.”

“……”

“Hmm?”

When he urged her, Vivianne reluctantly embraced his neck. He held her upper body tightly, almost crushing her, and began thrusting faster.

His p*nis penetrated to the deepest part of her belly. His t*sticles, wet with bodily fluids, made sticky sounds as they repeatedly attached and detached.

His thrusts were so powerful that she felt the illusion that not only was he buried to the root, but his t*sticles were being drawn in too. As the penetration continued, her entire body grew hot and felt like she’d been set on fire.

Unlike her mind, which drifted aimlessly, her body collapsed reliably, like a habit.

That strange disconnect made her want to escape somewhere.

I want his child.

…No, even without that.

I need to bear his child to survive anyway.

That unchangeable fact seemed to strangle and weigh her down.