Bang! The wooden door shook violently.

Having begged to be penetrated, any resistance now was unacceptable. Kian pressed down on her upper body and thrust forcefully, burying himself completely to the hilt.

“Ahh, ugh…”

Under his aggressive movement, Vivianne’s body staggered to its limit. Like a wounded animal with blood draining from a neck bite, she trembled pale and helpless between Kian’s embrace and the door.

Paradoxically, her pitiful state only fueled his sadistic desires.

“What will we do if you’re like this already? We’re just getting started,” he taunted. Despite his words, her head kept slumping forward, prompting him to grasp her nape and exhale a thick breath.

“I’ve given you what you wished for, now move.”

“Hic, huu, huu…”

“Are you just going to hold me inside without doing anything?”

At his command, Vivianne frantically began moving her hips with desperate motions. The substantial p*nis seemed too much for her to handle, causing her body to sway unsteadily with each movement.

Her b*ttocks, flushed like ripe peaches, rose and fell rhythmically. As she awkwardly rocked back and forth, the deeply embedded gl*ns intermittently scraped against her inner walls. 

Squelch, slap—irregular wet friction sounds emerged, perhaps due to her inexperienced movements. Juice-like fluids leaked from their joined parts, sticking even to his t*sticles, making her movements appear increasingly labored, like someone carrying sandbags.

Though her efforts were commendable, today’s events still left him unsatisfied. Smack! His strong hand suddenly struck her white b*ttocks, making her jolt.

The vaginal muscles contracted simultaneously, intensifying the pressure around him, but Kian merely narrowed his brows slightly and commanded coldly, “Move properly.”

“Haah, huu.”

Urged on, Vivianne moved her hips more desperately. The friction sounds quickened, but she seemed to be reaching her limit—her legs repeatedly weakened, and her body kept pitching forward.

“At this rate, when will you ever make me finish?”

Despite her best efforts, Kian only gripped her waist more firmly, his breathing remaining perfectly steady.

“P-please… it’s too difficult…” she whimpered, feeling tears well up. No matter how hard she tried, he showed no sign of yielding. Her body staggered, and darkness clouded her vision.

“Why? You said you’d do whatever I told you if I showed you how.”

He asked with a mocking laugh.

How could she possibly escape this situation? Like an animal caught in a trap, her mind was filled only with the desperate desire to flee.

“You can’t live without me.”

Vivianne suddenly recalled the words he repeatedly drilled into her, almost like brainwashing.

“I can’t… do it alone.”

Even as she spoke, she felt miserable. She had truly become the helpless fool he described her as.

“I… I can’t live without you, Kian.”

Her voice trembled uncontrollably. Though she wanted to deny it, could she honestly say it wasn’t true? From the moment she arrived on land until now, there wasn’t a place Kian’s hands hadn’t touched.

He had picked her up when she collapsed on the beach and treated her burning fever. With nowhere to go, she had begged for his kindness and eventually became his woman according to his wishes… waiting only for him.

“…So please… help me.”

Even the people she had grown attached to and relied on were all his people, making both their inclusion and exclusion from her life entirely in his hands. Because he personally bathed, fed, and cared for her, she couldn’t even take a simple walk without his company anymore.

The entire world felt suffocatingly full of Kian.

“Please… put it in, Kian. Please.”

If complete submission was what he wanted, begging through tears was the easiest approach. Then no one would get hurt, and she alone would endure whatever came. Having chosen to stay by his side, this was a game with a predetermined winner from the start—what use was there in struggling?

A sense of helplessness overwhelmed her.

“How pretty.”

His tone softened as he gently stroked her hair.

“See? When you try on your own, there’s little you can do.”

He gathered her hair into one hand and pulled it back to expose her neckline. Then he mischievously nuzzled her nape. Expecting another bite, she hunched her shoulders defensively, remembering his earlier action.

“Beauty has no value unless it’s appreciated.”

This time was different, however. He licked a droplet of sweat with his tongue, then pressed his lips firmly against her skin like stamping a seal.

“I’m sucking and licking you because you’re pretty. You should say ‘thank you’ instead of acting on your own.”

“Ah!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he began thrusting in earnest. He must have been holding back too, as he thrust forcefully enough to make audible slapping sounds. Heat instantly spread through her stretched inner membranes. As he scratched that itching spot, Vivianne felt intense self-loathing at the wave of pleasure washing over her.

Everything he had just said seemed true. Despite feeling humiliated, her body responded faithfully, as though it had only ever wanted his appreciation. The lewd sounds of wet g*nitals colliding became faster and more rhythmic than before.

“Haah, mmm, ungh, aah!”

She whimpered with each thrust, completely overwhelmed by the penetration. Seemingly amused by her reactions, he gradually increased his pace.

“Ahng, ah, ah…!”

Her moans naturally grew louder as the passion building in her belly threatened to boil over. He repeatedly teased her entrance with his tip before plunging to the depths, savoring every part of her inner walls.

His rigid tip straightened her internal ridges as it thrust into every corner, making splashing sounds that blurred her vision.

Her arms braced against the door kept weakening under the intense coupling. With each thrust, the wooden door rattled, threatening to collapse, making her feel like she was losing her mind.

Just before her consciousness completely blurred, she heard something stirring outside. Her fine hairs stood on end. Having eaten an early dinner, it was still early evening—a time when household staff would still be moving about.

Rustle.

Another sound came from outside.

An unidentifiable fear crept coldly up her spine. The eerie sensation made her want to disappear somewhere.

“Ahng, aah! Haah… K-Kian, b-bed. Mmm, please.”

Vivianne desperately pleaded. She was terrified someone might hear them.

“Why?”

“S-someone might hear. Th-there are still people… huu, ah!”

“So what?”

He answered nonchalantly, biting her trembling shoulders repeatedly. He seemed to be the only one unconcerned by their situation.

“Is there anyone in this house who doesn’t know what we’re doing together?”

“Haah, hic…!”

When he thrust forcefully, seemingly scolding her, her body resonated and she let out a loud cry. Startled by her own voice, Vivianne instinctively covered her mouth.

He wouldn’t let that slide.

“If they don’t know, they should hear. From the sound of me thrusting to the sound of you crying out. Don’t you think?”

He removed her hands from her mouth and pinned her arms behind her back. Then he began thrusting with full force.

Despite her worries, her body had already heated up completely from the pleasure of their coupling. Each time his p*nis withdrew, her inner flesh clung desperately, reluctant to let go.

“Haa, that way they won’t dare desire you.”

“Ungh, huu, haah!”

“Should I open the door and take you that way?”

Vivianne shook her head frantically, her face pale. A sharp remnant of reason still stood alert in her mind.

“What’s the problem? You said I’m your only male.”

He whispered wickedly. Though he was clearly teasing, he could easily reach out and open the door.

She needed to say something quickly. Anxiously, Vivianne’s mind raced for an excuse.

“I-I only want to show this side of me to Kian, ah!”

“This?”

His large hand grasped her bouncing br*asts. When his fingertips pressed firmly against her n*pples, her inner walls contracted with a tingling pleasure that made her insides throb.

“I’m going to burst. F*ck, you’re so tight.”

He suddenly stiffened his waist, cursing through gritted teeth, unable to hold back anymore. The feeling of warm fluid spreading inside made her inner walls pulse involuntarily.

He thrust a few more times slowly to empty himself completely before pulling out. Their mixed fluids dripped messily, and her knees trembled.

“Let’s turn you around. Show me your br*asts, Vivi.”

Regardless of her state, he gave her no respite. Vivianne staggered as she followed his guidance, leaning her back against the door.

Before she could even catch her breath, her body was lifted suddenly, and his still-er*ect manhood pierced through her with a deep thrust. Feeling precariously balanced, Vivianne desperately wrapped her arms around Kian’s neck.

As he immediately thrust upward, her br*asts bounced up and down, squishing against his solid collarbone and shoulders. Her n*pples stuck wetly to his sweat-soaked skin.

“I wanted to see you. I dropped everything and came back because I wanted to do this with you, Vivi.”

“Ah, ah, mmm, ah!”

“I told you to wait patiently while remaining n*ked. Did you have fun with some other guy?”

“N-no, aah!”

“You said you wanted to have my baby. Then I should diligently thrust into you whenever possible. Where were you… running off to?”

The penetration felt deeper with his weight behind it. Kian let out a low moan at the sensation of his manhood fitting snugly all the way inside her.

D*mn. He felt crazy with excitement.

He felt like he could die happily like this. The pressure around his c*ck that made it feel like it would burst was wonderful, but seeing her hanging so vulnerably made him want to embrace her even more tightly.

He had just cl*maxed but wanted to do so again. Since she wanted to bear his child, more ej*culation would be better, but her fragile body wouldn’t be able to handle too much. Some restraint was necessary to enjoy this leisurely.

“Don’t make cookies anymore. I ate them all, but they weren’t very good.”

Deliberately saying something mean, he watched Vivianne’s face fall even more.

His rough treatment didn’t mean he didn’t cherish her. Who wouldn’t adore this woman? In fact, he was being unusually attentive for someone like him.

“Give me your hand.”

He unwrapped her arms from around him and pulled her right hand forward.

“Did you burn yourself using hot things?”

“N-no, I didn’t get h-hurt, ah!”

Her ability to answer coherently while being penetrated was endearing. Resisting the urge to bite her, he kissed each finger gently.

“I hate seeing you hurt. So don’t do unnecessary things.”

Then he interlaced their fingers to prevent her from fidgeting.

He remembered the night when ripples first disturbed his heart.

“Kian?”

The way she had poked just her head out the door like a child, then emerged with a bright smile.

“What if it wasn’t me when you opened the door?”

“That wouldn’t happen. I can tell it’s you just by your footsteps.”

That late night, when she said she could recognize him by his footsteps alone, when he realized she had been waiting only for those footsteps—her foolish blind faith had appealed to him considerably.

That’s why he wanted to possess her. He marked her skin with bruises and constantly covered her with his scent. He meticulously fed, dressed, and bathed her himself. He was even glad to hold her while she slept.

Yet simultaneously, he tested that blind faith. Even if the perfect Larson mask came off, revealing his shabby true self—he wanted this woman to stay by his side no matter what cracks he showed.

When he pushed her harshly, she would cry until her face turned red, then cling to him while hiccupping—that too was unbearably lovable. What strange feelings these were. He must be insane.

Of course, this was all by design. He had isolated her from others, made her wait only for him, and left her craving affectionate attention. That’s how he took everything from her that wasn’t him, making her completely his own.

For reasons unknown, he felt a strange thirst despite already possessing her. Was it because her identity remained mysterious? Because having something so precious before him seemed unreal? Because affection had never been granted to his difficult life, making it impossible that she could be his? Because she might disappear like a mirage someday?

He didn’t know. It was simply an anxiety of unknown origin.

There was no need to understand the reason. He just needed to make her wait only for him and drink her in whenever his throat felt dry.

That’s all there was to it.

He dared to be complacent.

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T/N: Bruh, this is the reddest flag a red flag could ever red flag. I want more!