Vivianne stood completely n*ked between the door and Kian, without a single thread covering her body. Though she had lowered her hands as he instructed, Kian remained motionless, silently appreciating her exposed form with deliberate scrutiny.

She felt confused. Prove that Kian was her only male? The only thing that came to mind was mating. After all, Kian was the only male she wanted to mate with, and she had never thought about being held by any other man.

Normally when she undressed, he would overwhelm her without giving her time to think, but why was he just standing there now?

Perhaps he was too angry to want to mate with her? Maybe, like when she refused his advances because she was upset, Kian felt the same way.

Or had she been too complacent all this time? Kian always sucked and licked her until she was swollen, touched her until her whole body trembled.

She had been so overwhelmed receiving his attention that she never tried anything else. Now it all seemed like her fault, and self-loathing washed over her. Though despair was mounting, protecting Theodore took priority.

After a moment’s hesitation, she rose to her tiptoes and pressed her lips directly against his. Mating always began with a kiss, after all.

…Smooch.

Her soft lips clung to his moistly before pulling away. Though the contact was certainly hot, Kian showed no reaction this time either. He merely looked down at her with an emotionless gaze. Not knowing what he was thinking made it even more frightening.

Right. He always told her to open her mouth when kissing. Vivianne lifted her head, parted her lips slightly, and met his gaze. Then she rose to her tiptoes once more and overlapped their lips.

Slurp. She tried gently sucking on his lips, but his firmly closed mouth still wouldn’t open. She couldn’t give up easily just because there was no response.

Vivianne continued sucking and nibbling his lips with wet sounds like she was enjoying candy, finally pulling away when her calves began to cramp.

“Clumsy.”

He only spoke after the kiss had ended. Though she had done her best, she knew her awkwardness paled in comparison to his expertise.

“Besides your lewd body, you’re useless, Vivi.”

The word “useless” felt like it was crushing her chest.

“Let’s just forget this happened.”

“K-Kian. P-please…!”

When he grabbed the doorknob to leave, Vivianne begged frantically.

“If you t-tell me what to do…”

Though it was humiliating and hurt her pride, her immediate dignity wasn’t what mattered now. Whether Kian’s misunderstanding about her relationship with Theodore was right or wrong didn’t matter.

This situation arose from her impulsive action. If the innocent Theodore got hurt because of it, she couldn’t bear the guilt. She wouldn’t be able to face Matilda’s sorrow either.

“I’ll do anything you tell me to, Kian. Please?”

She had always been obedient to his commands, but this was the first time she had pleaded like this. Vivianne clung to him again, tears streaming down her face.

“Theo has quite a devoted friend.”

His sarcasm made her face flush even redder with embarrassment. Kian rubbed her swollen eyes, smearing her tear stains and making her pitiful appearance even more disheveled.

Pretty.

Though her crying was unfortunate, he felt somewhat satisfied. The sight of her desperately begging and falling apart solely because of him.

“A friend who sacrifices herself to protect him. That b*stard probably thinks of you when he masturbates.”

He deliberately tainted and crushed the person she believed to be pure.

“Don’t you think so, Vivi? Regrettably, Theo is also male.”

He knew his taste was perverse, but he had already shown more than enough patience. If Matilda hadn’t been there earlier, he wouldn’t have let Theodore leave unscathed.

Seeing her reject him because of that incident was simply unbearable.

Of course, he knew Vivianne wasn’t being unfaithful. The reason he picked this fight despite knowing better was because her intentions didn’t matter in this issue.

Friends? What nonsense. What man wouldn’t be moved by such a beautiful woman desperately asking for his company?

Knowing this, he didn’t want to expose her to others. In the army, filled with dark-hearted men, stories about women were the only entertainment.

“He wouldn’t dare give jewelry to his master’s woman, but he probably thought a ribbon would be acceptable. And you would happily wear it with a smile.”

“Hic, huu…”

“Now think about what you did in front of Theo while wearing that ribbon.”

Though she was crying from shame, he needed to make her understand exactly what she had done wrong to make him so angry.

“Not content with showing your body soaking wet, you even draped a shawl over him so he wouldn’t catch cold. With a sweet smile. Isn’t that right?”

This pitiful woman’s attempts to give what little she had should have been reserved for him alone. Pure goodwill is easily exploited—just as he was using it as an excuse to possess her now.

“How kind of you.”

Kian turned Vivianne’s body to face the door.

“Imagine what Theo must have thought looking at you.”

He gathered her hair in one hand without hurting her and bent her upper body forward, exposing her snow-white nape. Pathetically, she trembled in fear.

Even though she had told him how much she hated being hurt or in pain. Did she truly not know he would never harm her?

Of course, he wasn’t exactly normal either. Even her disheveled hair looked cute to him. A woman who smiled so prettily in front of another man—what had she done to deserve his affection? He must be insane.

He kissed her neck, entranced, then suddenly realizing he was being too gentle, he sharply bit her nape.

“Ahh!”

Her response was immediate as always. Vivianne, who had been hunching her shoulders, unconsciously pushed her b*ttocks backward and assumed a bent-over position.

Yes, like this. She needed to be trained only by his hand, in his way. Training required rewards and punishments. This was both a reward for being his and punishment for her defenseless kindness.

“Theo probably kept avoiding your eyes, didn’t he?”

Her half-opened womanhood pressed against his straining front.

“He was too busy imagining bending you over and… thrusting into you like this.”

“Ah, mmm… I-I’m sorry. Never again…ugh.”

“If you’ve done wrong, you must be punished.”

With a click, Kian undid his buckle and took out his manhood. When the hot flesh touched her b*ttocks, Vivianne flinched as though struck.

Though he felt the urge to thrust into her like a dog in heat, there was no need to rush. Our sweet Vivi had begged to service him herself, after all. It would be a shame not to savor her desperation.

Kian stroked the split of her womanhood with his fingertips. Whether from that childish kiss earlier, she was somewhat wet, but not enough for penetration.

“…Touch me, Kian.”

She must have noticed his dissatisfaction, as her desperate voice reached him. He hadn’t particularly meant to scold her, but her initiative somehow sparked his competitive spirit.

“What should I do? I don’t like entering when it’s dry.”

Instead of inserting himself immediately, Kian laid his p*nis along the length of her l*bia and whispered in her ear.

“If you want to be penetrated, make yourself wetter.”

“…What?”

“Move your hips. Until you’re so wet down there that it’s dripping.”

No sooner had the command been given than Vivianne began awkwardly moving her hips. At first, she fumbled uncertainly, but soon gained some skill, bracing her arms against the door while rubbing her womanhood and swaying her hips back and forth.

Kian carefully took in the sight of her slender waist swaying before him, the rosy flush spreading across her snow-white back. His large hands gripping her b*ttocks involuntarily tightened.

“Haaa…”

Vivianne released the breath she had been holding. Having been rubbing herself repeatedly in long strokes, she seemed to discover that when her sensitive bud caught on his gl*ns, it created a stronger pleasure. She began making soft tapping sounds as she stimulated just that part with small, focused movements.

The repeated stimulation on his tip made Kian exhale deeply as well. She had been pretending she couldn’t do anything, but when instructed, she performed quite well.

As the friction increased, their point of contact grew hotter, becoming a mess of mingled fluids that left everything soaking wet.

“Ack!”

When Kian slightly adjusted his angle and suddenly thrust inside her, her waist bent and her inner walls tightened around him.