His thumb withdrew, and a wet, soft tongue pushed into the space left open. Was it because of their days apart? His kiss was ravenous, like a starving beast.

He captured her small lips, trapping them in his mouth, pressing with his tongue and delving deep inside. The plundering kiss continued for a long while. Their lips and tongues locked so tightly together that she couldn’t move.

“Haah, huu…”

When he finally pulled away, Vivianne gasped desperately, releasing the breath she had been holding. Watching her pant like prey on the verge of suffocation, he let out a hollow laugh.

“Why are you crying so much, Vivi? So breathlessly.”

His slick fingers wiped her wet face, rubbing away the tears. As her vision cleared, she found herself staring directly into his dark eyes, half-hidden beneath his eyelashes.

“With you crying like this, I look like I’m hurting you.”

“Hic, hic.”

“Breathe. Slowly.”

She felt lightheaded from crying so much. She couldn’t tell if his words were tender or threatening. He seemed to be both soothing and scolding her.

“Vivi, I’ve wanted you so…”

Kian stopped mid-sentence and frantically pressed his lips against hers again.

“…badly.”

“Haa, huu.”

“Sucking your lips feels so warm and soft… it feels good.”

He deliberately pulled away between shared breaths, seemingly wanting to continue kissing but giving her space to breathe when she kept gasping.

“Just kissing you makes me crazy with desire. This is not normal.”

His breathing grew rough with excitement.

“I’ve been holding back. Because you said you were sick, because you wanted to rest, because you didn’t want to do it. All because of you. m*sturbating until my c*ck was sore while you slept, hmm?”

He sucked her lips until they tingled, then released them. He gently licked the tip of his tongue across her swollen, plump lips, smoothing out their creases.

“When you make a normal person abnormal, you should take responsibility. You’re determined to drive me to death by deprivation.”

As he muttered this, repeating only short kisses, her panting subsided. Then Kian, who had been studying her intently, spoke.

“Did you really come here dressed like this?”

She wore only a thin negligee, having stepped out of the bedroom briefly.

His gaze was unsettling, and Vivianne hastily made excuses.

“…I had a shawl on.”

“I know. But you were going to cover me with it and leave.”

He traced his fingertip over her n*pple standing prominently beneath the thin fabric.

“It’s completely see-through. How fearless.”

“Ahh…”

“What would have happened if I hadn’t caught you?”

Vivianne’s waist jerked at the sudden stimulation to her peak.

She hadn’t realized it was transparent. The garment was loose and only worn for sleeping, so she had never carefully examined her appearance in it.

It would have been embarrassing enough to discover this herself, but having Kian point it out made it mortifying. Her face turned bright red.

“Come to think of it, you’ve done this several times before.”

“……”

“So I’m probably not the only one who’s seen this. Right?”

“J-just Matilda.”

Under his persistent questioning, Vivianne squeezed her eyes shut.

“And… it’s because I was lying down. When I’m standing, the clothes are baggy so it’s not very visible… No one probably saw. Nobody ever mentioned that it was see-through.”

She made desperate, pathetic excuses. Even while speaking, she felt self-loathing wash over her.

But she had to explain. In truth, the doctor had also seen her in the negligee, and she had even absentmindedly opened the door in this attire when Theodore came to her room.

Suddenly, she recalled Theodore’s startled expression as he turned to leave in embarrassment. Why had she been so careless? The thought that her n*pples might have been visible made her want to die of shame.

“Well. Who would dare do this to my woman.”

Kian broke into a smirk, finding the situation absurd.

“What madman would tell you your n*pples are showing?”

He gently rolled the protruding bumps visible through her clothes.

“They’d pretend not to see, then m*sturbate while imagining fondling your br*asts. Disgusting.”

The more her n*pples hardened from his touch, the greater her guilt and shame grew at being so defenseless.

“You’re really not careful at all. Should I bind you with bandages? So no one can see. Hmm?”

Of course, it was Kian who kept reminding her of this to make her dwell on it.

Her eyelashes trembled as she lowered her gaze. Kian comforted her with soft kisses against them.

“Don’t tremble. I’m joking. That would hurt you.”

He would make violent statements and then whisper sweetly, seemingly concerned for her. The repeated disconnect in such short moments left her confused to the point of madness.

“So be careful. If you don’t want to get hurt.”

With this brief warning, Kian fiddled with her trembling knees and pulled down her panties. Then, to check, he ran his fingertip along between her legs.

“You’re not getting wet at all today. Maybe because you’ve been crying too much.”

Usually, she would get wet just from kissing. But today, for some reason, there was little moisture.

It was because her mind was confused by his behavior—speaking of mating to have a child while seeming somehow misaligned.

Why had Kian suddenly changed his mind?

He had asked if she’d seen him before, then withdrawn the question.

Could he be referring to when their eyes met while she was hiding behind the rocks?

He seemed to want to confirm her identity, but remembering his sharp attitude, she couldn’t bring herself to speak honestly.

He said he didn’t want a child, but wanted her to carry one.

If she had a child…

What would happen to a child he didn’t want?

Well.

Since I would be the mother, I could love it.

If at least I loved it…

If, as Kian said, I stayed in Kian’s room, ate the food Kian provided, wore the clothes Kian bought, and waited only for Kian…

Still, it would be my baby.

My baby carrying Kian’s blood.

Would he occasionally show the child the tenderness he sometimes showed me?

“You keep thinking about other things, that’s why you’re not getting wet.”

As always, he pushed her, giving no room for other thoughts.

“You must have been upset that I wasn’t interested in having a child.”

His penetrating gaze made her feel like he had already read her mind.

Surprised, Vivianne momentarily held her breath.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt or in pain. How could you bear a child with such a weak, frail body?”

“……”

“I only need you, but you seem to care more about an unborn child than me. If anyone should be upset in this situation, it’s me, Vivi.”

Kian let out a faint sigh.

“I’ll give you what you want. If you want to deliver safely, be obedient.”

His selfishly tender words choked her, but she had no better option right now.

He changed his mind because of me.

…Maybe someday he’ll change again.

That’s all she could believe.

She felt suffocated, wanting to escape.

He clicked his tongue, then pushed her round knees apart, spreading her legs wider. As she lowered her chin to look down, she found his face already buried between her legs.

“…Ahn.”

The moment he licked her dry entrance, his handsome nose bridge pressed against her cl*toris. With each breath he took, tingling heat spread through the protruding flesh, and she could feel blood rushing to it, making it throb.

Seemingly intent on moistening her, he flattened his tongue and licked thoroughly. Starting from her taut perineum, he slid upward with saliva and thrust his tongue deep into her entrance.

As he repeatedly lapped and entered, her once-dry parts became slick. The sensitive flesh swelled, pressing more firmly against his sharp nose tip.

Her toes curled involuntarily, and the hot sensation pooled in her belly suddenly flowed out. Noticing the change in taste, he sucked up her slickened l*bia, now coated with fluid, and slid his lips up to her cl*toris.

“…Hnn.”

With a sucking sound, her cl*toris was captured in his mouth. Simultaneously, Vivianne’s toes curled. When he tugged at the swollen nub with his teeth, another wave of fluid flowed out.

Kian seemed to enjoy this, and began tormenting the sensitive flesh hidden within the foreskin with the tip of his tongue. Even though she was already dripping wet, he didn’t stop. He sucked breathlessly with greedy sounds. As the tickling sensation built up, her inner walls contracted and her inner thighs trembled.

A little more.

Just a little more.

Just before she reached a modest climax, he pulled his lips away. Confirming her entrance pulsing with disappointment and her swollen, throbbing cl*toris, he smirked and raised himself up.

“You can’t come first, Vivi.”

Her fluids had already soaked his lips and chin completely. He licked them up with his tongue, then unfastened his pants and took out his c*ck. She naturally expected him to thrust it in, but instead, two fingers suddenly invaded her inside.

She was so wet that each time he curled his index and middle fingers to scrape her inner walls while gripping her s*x, lewd fluids splashed out. With his thumb, he smeared her juices and firmly rubbed around her engorged cl*toris.

She wished he would rub the nub directly, but he deliberately avoided it, pressing firmly around it instead. Vivianne let out a dreamy sigh of frustration.

When his palm became soaked, he withdrew his fingers and gripped his shaft, smearing the slick fluid all over it. While she was momentarily entranced by the sight, his formidable c*ck parted her entrance and plunged deep inside.