Inside the empty bathtub, now drained of water.

Dorothy sat there in a daze for a moment, then drew her knees together and asked carefully.

“You… wanted it this badly?”

Hearing that, Caden felt the last thread of reason in his head snap clean.

“Of course I did!”

“……”

“How is that even a question?”

Caden fumed.

He couldn’t very well beat her chest, so he beat his own and complained. He looked every bit the picture of wounded grievance.

“Why are you getting so upset.”

“I’m not upset at you….”

He stuck out his lower lip so hard his chin puckered.

Dorothy poked at his crinkled chin.

‘To the point of using magic?’

Dorothy found the whole situation both funny and absurd.

Caden threw his little fit, sulked, made a whole scene on his own, then slid over on his knees toward her.

He squished her chubby cheeks flat between his hands and asked, “Am I the only one who wants to? You don’t want to?”

“I dun’ wan’ nah (don’t not want to).”

She meant it.

She didn’t not want to.

In truth, Dorothy had been carrying a vague thought somewhere in the back of her mind that they should try again.

It was just that her period had hit right when the mood was finally right, and her motivation took a small dip.

She was only temporarily deflated.

Caden frowned, his handsome brows drawing together.

“I’m being serious. It’s not just ‘I want to’ for me. I think about it every day, every single moment. I can barely eat and I’m losing sleep over it.”

“Ugh….”

That was a bit of a shock.

Dorothy’s eyes went wide.

She knew he wanted to, but she never realized he wanted it that badly.

Looking back, his portions at meals did seem to have been shrinking bit by bit all week.

To think that was all because of pent-up frustration.

Dorothy felt sorry for him.

Sympathy has a way of naturally expanding one’s tolerance.

And so even the bathtub, a place Dorothy, who spent her whole life living properly and by the book, would never have considered suitable for a first time, became something she could more or less accept.

If Caden wanted it that desperately….

Dorothy blinked slowly.

Her long lashes, damp with moisture, clumped together in strands and cast small shadows. It made her eyes look all the more dewy and faintly melancholy.

Caden reached out and cupped her small chin.

Just before he kissed her, he looked straight into Dorothy’s golden eyes.

Dorothy understood.

He was asking for permission one last time.

If she didn’t push him away now… they would go all the way.

Her body trembled faintly with nerves. She felt her heart pumping blood faster and harder than usual inside her ribcage.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t scared at all.

But the fear wasn’t large. It felt similar to stepping into a place she had never been before.

A faint dread born of the unknown, tension, and a strange excitement she couldn’t name wound themselves around Dorothy.

She grabbed Caden’s shoulders.

And closed the last hand’s-width of distance between them, pressing her lips gently to his.

“You can….”

Caden swore under his breath.

Knowing Dorothy disliked it, he almost never cursed in front of her.

But the heat rushing to his head blurred his reason.

Nothing in this world was more intoxicating than hearing the girl he loved say he could.

Caden cradled the back of her head and laid her down in the bathtub.

He slid his hand over her lower belly, stroked it, then moved past the small hollow of her navel and felt his way to the closed triangle below.

He parted the small, soft mound with his fingers.

The narrow opening was clenched tight.

Even fitting two fingers in at once was out of the question.

He barely managed to work one in and pull it back out before deciding that wasn’t going to cut it. He pressed his index and middle fingers together and put them in his mouth and sucked.

“Why are you sucking on those!”

“How else am I supposed to get them wet.”

Dorothy’s mouth opened and closed, at a loss for words.

Those fingers were just inside her body. Did that really not bother him at all?

“You’re thinking weird thoughts again, aren’t you?”

“N, no.”

“Don’t give me that. It’s written all over your forehead. ‘Is this gross?’”

Caden rubbed her entrance with his saliva-slicked fingers.

Whether from rising sensation or from the added slickness, the entry was smoother than before, but Dorothy still sucked in a sharp, tense breath.

“Not gross at all. Honestly, all I could taste was lemon verbena.”

“……!”

Dorothy’s face went scarlet.

Red enough that blood seemed ready to drip from it, and Caden let out a quiet breath of relief inside.

‘If I’d said something like, how is your p*ssy sweet and tangy, she definitely would have cried.’

It seemed he needed to keep his brain in check and hold back the dirty talk until she got used to things.

He couldn’t have her startled into running away.

Caden curled his fingers and worked them leisurely deeper inside.

His *rection was already bobbing between his legs, impatient.

‘Don’t rush, don’t rush….’

If it came to it, he could just finish once and go again. He was confident he could get hard again just from rubbing against Dorothy’s thigh.

Making sure Dorothy didn’t feel pain or fear was more important than anything else.

Caden took Dorothy’s n*pple, flushed pink with arousal, into his mouth.

“Ah, ahh.”

He kept his fingers moving steadily, and showed some affection to the lewd little n*pple that stiffened up almost instantly from just a little sucking.

When the walls inside grew slick and a clear fl*id seeped out, leaving the entrance a little wet and smooth.

Caden withdrew his fingers and whispered against Dorothy’s ear.

“…I’m going to put it in now.”

Dorothy gave a quiet sniffle.

“It might hurt a little.”

“Okay.”

The answer came out nasal and congested, sounding less like “okay” and more like a small “mm.”

She really was so endearing.

Those round eyes, large and clear and golden.

Even when something unfair or sad happened, she never cried. She just sniffled once and that was that. The habit was exactly the same as when she was little.

Caden felt something swell in his chest, though he couldn’t say exactly why.

He gave himself a rough stroke up and down. The head, already leaking, glistened like it had been oiled.

He spread the small petals apart and pressed the tip against the taut, red opening. The entrance was so small it genuinely felt like he was doing something unconscionable.

Caden gripped Dorothy’s hips on both sides and began pushing in, slow and relentless.

“Hhng…. ah, ahh.”

“Shh, you’re doing well. Almost there….”

Dorothy moaned in a sound close to a sob. Her small, pale bottom kept lifting off the surface.

Caden lied again.

He wasn’t even halfway in yet.

But the fact that she held together this far without tearing was already remarkable.

Caden stroked her flat belly.

“Ugh, why are you so tight…. Your mouth is small, and here is small, everything about you is small.”

“You’re- s, so mean.”

“What’s mean about it?”

Dorothy sniffled.

Dorothy’s smile was her prettiest expression, but her crying face was truly beautiful too.

Caden sucked at her lips, then licked at the tears seeping from the corners of her eyes.

She must have disliked him licking all over her face like a f*cking animal, because Dorothy grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked.

‘She’s got no grip at all.’

At this rate it was basically just tickling him.

He swept along the ridge of her teeth and caught her tongue with his.

Somewhere in the middle of that, he finally pushed all the way in.

That part went fine, but she was squeezing so tight his vision went bleached white.

Caden clenched every muscle to the top of his head to keep from finishing.

“Wait, relax, just, ngh, try to relax a little.”

“I can’t…. aahh, it hurts!”

“Help me out here. The way things are going I think my d*ck might actually burst….”

Caden groaned pitifully.

Dorothy scratched at his back and whimpered.

Even so, the effort she was putting in was plain to see. Her shallow lower belly heaved with every breath.

‘F*ck! She’s going to be the death of me.’

Caden lowered himself down. He pressed his stomach flat against Dorothy’s, gripped her hips, and began rolling his hips up in short, quick thr*sts.

“Ah! Ahh! Ha, ah, ah!”

Each time he drove deep into her, fast and sharp, m*ans burst out in staccato punches.

Caden lifted Dorothy’s legs, which were flailing uselessly in the air, and hooked them around his waist.

“Dorothy, Dorothy, Dorothy….”

His mind was evaporating. Caden murmured her name like a desperate prayer.

At this moment he was barely more than an animal.

He buried his nose in her fragrant, soft nape. Like a vicious beast, he bared sharp canines and gnawed at the spot, slow and deliberate.

Her skin bruised easily to begin with, and he was outright biting her on top of that, so of course a red set of teeth marks bloomed there in no time.

“I love you….”