“…Ahh.”

As their g*nitals rubbed together with wet, squelching sounds, Vivianne unconsciously let out a moan.

Haa, her breath naturally bubbled up.

Her l*bia wrapped around his shaft, clinging to it with slick wetness. With each rub, she could feel her entire private area pulsing strongly.

How pitiful. Every time he stroked her cl*toris with his gl*ns, she twitched. When he deliberately rubbed it in small motions, she seemed to enjoy it, her eyes trembling and her hips lifting slightly.

“Do you like it when I rub you?”

“Haa, yes, yesss…”

Despite her labored breathing, she answered firmly.

Should he enter her? Some time had passed since she gave birth, and they had already received medical clearance that intimacy would be safe.

Still, he thought her body was more delicate than most. Vivianne was different from others in his mind. He rarely felt at ease about it and had been postponing it for a long time.

He could have completely devoured that innocent Vivi anytime he wanted, but he held back repeatedly solely for that reason.

To deliberately calm his lustful thoughts, he had limited himself to light kisses. No, to be honest, even those childlike kisses made him hard. That was fortunate enough.

Sometimes he became aroused just watching her tiny steps as she walked, or the snow-white nape revealed when she tied up her hair.

The same happened when he saw her snow-white hands or her small feet that looked only half-formed. When he watched her munching on food enthusiastically, he felt the urge to put his c*ck between those tiny lips.

Even though he had new clothes made for her, they still seemed unable to contain her swollen br*asts. Seeing the tightly stretched front made him want to undress her.

Each time, he had to pretend nothing was wrong, biting the inside of his cheek and trying to think pure thoughts.

After such a long abstinence, he sometimes wondered if he had finally gone mad.

Well, even when he wasn’t permitted to meet her and could only send letters, he m*sturbated daily while imagining her. How could he not be aroused with such a cute, sensual creature right before his eyes?

But today, she had confessed with her own lips that she was wet. He found it both endearing and deeply humbling.

Her embarrassed, fidgeting demeanor, unaware of his true feelings, was incredibly lovable.

Seeing her gasping for breath beneath him, dripping with arousal, he felt the thread of reason he had been barely holding onto finally snap.

When Kian grabbed the backs of her knees with both hands and spread her legs wider, her pinkish private parts opened with a distinct sound.

Below her plump, swollen cl*toris, the narrow opening twitched repeatedly, continuously disgorging thick fluids.

“Look how wet you are. It seems there’s still plenty pooled inside.”

“Haah, mmm…”

“Should I scoop it out?”

Just from the rubbing alone, she seemed breathless with excitement, her plump lips constantly moving.

Her small opening repeatedly opened and closed rapidly, seemingly begging for penetration. Kian aimed his tip at her entrance.

When he gently pressed against her perineum where fluids had pooled, a syrupy liquid flowed out, wetting his tip and dripping down his shaft.

…This is maddening. Truly.

Kian savored each sensation as he slid inside her.

“Ungh, ah!”

“Haaa…”

Perhaps because it had been so long since they had been intimate, they both swallowed moans almost simultaneously as his large member stretched her inner walls upon entry.

Physiological tears pooled in her eyes, which were already filled with heat.

The sight of her looking up at him with eyes brimming with tears, like a herbivore whose neck had been bitten, made blood rush even more to his already hardened c*ck.

Her white b*ttocks, lifted in the air and impaled on his member like a fish on a harpoon, trembled violently. Her inner walls contracted irregularly, licking and sucking his c*ck frantically like it was candy.

The base of his shaft, which he hadn’t fully inserted due to excitement, throbbed painfully. He wanted to thrust all the way to her deepest part and become completely one with her.

He firmly gripped her pelvis with both hands and pushed his hips deeply forward.

“…Ahh!”

“Ugh.”

It was hot, tight, and snug. How he had missed this sensation.

When his tip pressed against her innermost wall and their g*nitals fully connected, pleasure shot through him like his skull was melting.

His large member twitched significantly, and Kian’s waist stiffened. Warm seed repeatedly shot into her depths.

This wasn’t their first time. He hadn’t expected to climax immediately upon entering her. They had been intimate countless times, so he should have been accustomed to it. Vivianne made him feel pathetic, like a boy experiencing his first love.

How could this be happening? He must have gone crazy.

Even after ej*culating, his c*ck remained fully er*ect with no signs of subsiding.

Did Vivianne know?

That while she whimpered with an innocent face, her insides were greedily fluttering, encouraging his penetration.

That was why he couldn’t help but become aroused again immediately after releasing so much.

My woman. My mate.

Mine.

Even while seeing her, touching her, and connecting their bodies so deeply, he couldn’t believe it.

That something so beautiful and lovely was his.

“…You’re beautiful.”

The first words escaped him involuntarily.

“You’re all I have. No, you’re my everything.”

The second statement was no different.

“I love you, Vivianne.”

Kian deeply captured Vivianne’s slightly parted lips and began thrusting his c*ck rhythmically.

With each advance and retreat, sticky fluid mixed with his already released seed and her juices overflowed from their connection.

Vivianne responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

* * *

Kian gazed into the eyes that were staring intently at him from within his embrace.

They were deep blue eyes, deep like the ocean. Rosy cheeks and delicate features. Even platinum blonde hair with a mysterious sheen. Marian was a daughter who resembled Vivianne so closely that she could be described exactly how Kian had wished—a miniature version of her mother.

But to say they were completely identical…

He couldn’t shake off a sense of incongruity.

At the same time, there was a strange sense of déjà vu that made him feel something was odd. Just then, Marian, who had been quietly nestled in his arms, began to squirm her tiny lips and started whimpering.

He had only been holding her and looking at her. What was wrong?

Something was definitely amiss.

“What’s wrong with Mari? Did I make a mistake?”

Kian asked Matilda anxiously.

Perhaps he looked awkward, because Matilda suppressed a laugh before quickly taking Marian from him. Even after handing Marian over, Kian continued to fidget nervously.

When Matilda skillfully comforted and soothed her, Marian quickly stopped whimpering.

“You didn’t make any mistake, so please don’t worry. Master also used to do this often when you were a baby.”

“I did?”

“Yes. You became shy of strangers quite early. It’s amazing that she resembles you even in such aspects.”

Upon hearing this, he instinctively looked in the mirror. His gaze met the black eyes staring back at him. They looked exactly like the eyes that had been looking at him before Marian started whimpering.

“It seems Miss Marian has a similar temperament to you, Master.”

With such a lovely face, it was unfortunate that she had inherited that particular trait. Her difficult personality would make life challenging for her. But what could he do about a daughter taking after her father?

Kian laughed dejectedly. At least her face resembled Vivianne, which was fortunate.

“Oh, so pretty. Yes?”

Meanwhile, Vivianne was sitting in a single-person sofa, nursing Anthony.

“Where did such a beautiful baby come from? Our Anthony, who gave birth to you?”

She seemed so delighted just from breastfeeding him. Her eyes were dripping with honey. Vivianne was stroking Anthony’s black hair while whispering affectionate words that he couldn’t yet understand.

As for Anthony, anyone could see he was the “Young Marquis of Larson.” From his hair color to the mole under his eye, there wasn’t a single feature that didn’t resemble Kian. Watching him suckle with a face identical to his own sometimes gave Kian strange feelings.

The same face.

Yet one receives such adoration, while the other isn’t even given a glance.

He felt somewhat resentful.

“How is Anthony?”

Kian asked indifferently.

“Young Master Anthony smiles brightly at everyone and is very affectionate. He eats well whatever he’s given, has a good appetite, and falls into a deep sleep once his belly is full. According to the wet nurse, he sleeps through the night without waking even once.”

“Well, he takes after Vivi.”

Perhaps they got along well because they were similar. Even though they were in the same room, it seemed spring breezes were blowing only on their side.

But then again, Marian had cried upon seeing her father’s face. Kian felt a bitterness in his mouth and chewed his lower lip absently.

“Indeed. Even when Miss Marian fusses, he sleeps peacefully.”

Poor Marian. Even her sleeplessness was inherited from her father.

“I don’t have bad sleeping habits. I sleep like the dead.”

Suddenly, he recalled what Vivianne had once boasted to him. Anthony also seemed proud of sleeping deeply like his mother.

“I’m envious. I wish I took after him.”

Unlike the easygoing Anthony, Marian would only take one br*ast and was sensitive enough to notice the slightest discomfort immediately. But then again, her crying when she saw him also reminded him of how Vivianne used to be.

No, that’s not right. Seeing how she liked Matilda, she must take after both of them.

While pondering these obvious thoughts, Kian stared intently at Vivianne.

Perhaps feeling his persistent gaze, Vivianne glanced at him briefly before fixing her eyes back on Anthony.

Having eaten his fill, Anthony’s eyelashes kept drooping, and his suckling began to slow.

“His belly looks round.”

Kian casually commented, but Vivianne didn’t respond.

“Anthony seems sleepy after being full.”

When there was still no answer, Kian rested his elbow on the table and propped his chin.

“Ah, I’m hungry.”

Only when he sighed dramatically, sounding bored to death, did Vivianne finally look up.

Kian’s eyes curved mischievously.

“When will it be my turn?”

His gaze was clearly fixed on her br*asts. Vivianne narrowed her brows and whispered distinctly, warningly:

“Wake up from your dream. This is for the baby.”

“You should speak correctly. They’re mine, just lent to you temporarily.”

So childish. Another pathetic remark.

He showed no shame, acting so inappropriately even with Matilda present. Vivianne’s raised eyes filled with intensity.

“I’m hungry. I haven’t had dinner yet.”

“I haven’t eaten either. I’m busy right now, so if you’re hungry, go eat first.”

“Let’s eat together. Hmm? I’ve been waiting for you.”

Kian gestured lightly toward her br*asts. How embarrassing. He was clearly saying he wanted to drink her milk.

Matilda is right here!

Vivianne mouthed silently, but Kian paid no attention.

Just then, Anthony released the n*pple he had been sucking and slowly closed his eyes. Soon after, he began breathing evenly with soft sounds.

Unlike someone else, gentle and good-natured Anthony seemed to be perceptive as well.

“Matilda. Call for the wet nurse now.”

“Yes, Master.”

“And you know, I think Vivi needs to eat something. Please prepare the meal here.”

It was the beginning of a long, elaborate dinner.