She hadn’t stopped him because she found it amusing to see him embarrassed while saying lines that didn’t suit him. It wasn’t that him acting as a villain particularly suited her taste or that she liked it.

Certainly, she found him cute when he turned red and didn’t know what to do. She was impressed by how he would happily try harder with just a little praise…

Wait? Wouldn’t this count as liking it?

Lenore suddenly became confused. When there was a gap in her response, Daniel misunderstood that she was struck speechless at hitting the mark.

“I won’t give up acting like a villain no matter what anyone says. So prepare yourself, Lenore.”

While Lenore was off guard, Daniel grabbed and spread her legs. It took just a moment to align with her slick entrance and thrust in at once.

When he thrust with strong force, Lenore’s mouth fell open.

“Ah, ungh, nngh…!”

The intensity was different from when she moved herself on him. Just being penetrated made her body tremble with the piercing sensation filling her head.

Daniel pulled back his hips then thrust into her body again. As he repeatedly moved his hips strongly with wet sounds, Lenore gasped for breath.

“Ugh! Sl– slowly, hic!”

Though Lenore begged him to go slowly, Daniel ignored it. Because while she said it was too much, her lower region was busy greedily squeezing and accepting his c*ck.

Daniel released the frustration of having his *rousal stoked by her without being able to take responsibility for it. He roughly thrust his tongue into her mouth that had opened to breathe.

The one who had said it was hard seemed gone somewhere as Lenore clung to him and teased the tip of his tongue.

“How hard must it have been for you not being able to take what you enjoy so much all this time? Hmm?”

Daniel asked with glinting eyes.

“Or did you secretly comfort your lonely body yourself? My lewd wife enjoys playing with herself after all.”

Lenore’s face burned hot.

“I– I didn’t do anything this time!”

Though she had gotten wet a few times, she hadn’t done anything by herself. Lenore indignantly claimed her innocence.

“Saying ‘this time’ means you’ve been doing it all along.”

“Ugh, that’s…!”

Seeming at a loss for words, Lenore bit her lower lip. Judging she could make no more excuses, Daniel was about to start thrusting again when Lenore grabbed his arm that was firmly planted beside her waist.

“There’s one thing I must make clear. The villain I like is Count Tivonne.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. You don’t understand anything, Daniel. I can like him being a villain because he’s a character in a book. It’s a preference. And it’s separate from my taste in real men.”

She doesn’t like real villains. Lenore drew a firm line.

Daniel paused and looked down at her. Until now, he thought Lenore knew villains were bad but couldn’t help being drawn to them because it was her preference.

Honestly it was something he couldn’t understand but what could he do? She said she liked it. That’s why he started acting like a villain. And it worked. Clearly, looking at how they were joined below now.

But she distinguishes between reality and fiction?

It was shocking news to Daniel who hadn’t even considered she would differentiate her preferences. Had he been doing pointless things all this time?

“Then what’s your taste in reality?”

“Originally there wasn’t anything specific I could say. I had never liked any man. But relatively recently, well, I developed… a preference…”

Lenore’s eyes wavered as she glanced at Daniel.

Though less than a year had passed time-wise, the time he had spent focused on watching her during that year was not short at all. Daniel realized what, no, who her recently developed preference was.

“Tell me. What do you like?”

But there was a difference between being 90% certain of his guess and hearing it directly from her lips. Daniel felt his heart pounding as he waited for his name to come from her mouth.

Lenore resisted his ulterior motives.

“Do I have to say it in words for you to know?”

“What if I say I need to hear it in words to know?”

“You already figured it out but you’re teasing me on purpose, aren’t you? I won’t! I won’t say it!”

Lenore covered her face with her hands and shouted.

“If you won’t tell me, I won’t move from here.”

“Hmph, you think that’s a threat? The one who’ll be more frustrated by not moving is you, Daniel.”

Lenore’s face showed 100% confidence.

He had nothing to say. As she said, he would be the one who’s more frustrated. Daniel acknowledged this as he pulled back until just the tip remained then thrust deep inside.

“Then I’ll have to keep moving without stopping until you tell me honestly.”

Daniel grabbed her legs and started moving roughly. He hadn’t actually intended to be rough, but excited, he couldn’t properly control his strength.

Their lower regions made wet sounds as they repeatedly joined and separated. Her body shook with each of his thrusts.

He stripped off her clothes, leaving her half-n*ked. Between her hastily removed clothes, her br*asts peeked out with n*pples standing *rect though he hadn’t even touched them.

His hands kneading her br*asts brushed against her n*pples. When Lenore moaned through her teeth, his fingers pinched and twisted her n*pples. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable to the point of madness.

Daniel continued steadily thrusting below while tormenting her n*pples.

“Hic, ugh, nng, no, cummi, ugh!”

Lenore didn’t know what to do with her body as pleasure consumed her from head to toe.

Her body quickly reached climax from the surging pleasure, and he kept thrusting without letting her trembling body rest even briefly. His words about continuing until she broke seemed to be becoming reality.

“Hic, no, really, hic, breaking.”

No matter how pitifully Lenore begged, he only kept moving his hips while changing positions. It didn’t seem like he was roughly taking her out of anger for not telling her preference. His kisses were gentle.

However, whether he was angry or not didn’t change how merciless he was below. Even while deeply thrusting after lying on their sides with one of her legs lifted over his arm for easier entry, his kisses remained gentle.

How can he keep holding back without c*mming even once?

Once triggered, it wouldn’t end with just once, but shouldn’t shouldn’t he still finish? Based on experience, she could predict it would end after doing it a few more times.

But this was strange. He should have *jaculated at least once by now but he just kept moving his hips without doing so at all. Lenore was confused, unable to tell when this ‘once’ would end.

She had no idea that her recent actions had taught him how to forcibly hold back.

“Hah. You really won’t tell me? Well that’s fine. I’ll keep going until you do.”

Daniel slapped her bottom. Tears welled in Lenore’s eyes as she gasped for breath.

Where was this ‘end’ he spoke of? It was a chilling statement.

Lenore breathed heavily, feeling her stomach pounding. This was no longer time to worry about being shy. At this rate, this man might really take her to some unknown end.

“It’s you, Daniel. Nng, whether you act like a villain or not, ungh, I came to like you, ugh! Why keep going when I’m telling you!”

She reached out to him asking him to stop. Daniel grabbed her arm and laid her down. The man who had finally firmly captured her heart picked up speed with his hips.

Lenore could neither escape nor do anything but accept him as her whole body trembled. It was so hot she could barely breathe. Her vision kept going white and she could hardly see.

“Hah, hearing it directly feels much better than I imagined.”

“You liar, I told, ugh, you!”

“Please bear with it a little more, hic, I’m about to c*m.”

The man who said he would c*m soon continued moving his hips while holding her for quite a while, and only finally reached his peak after Lenore couldn’t endure the pleasure anymore and burst into tears.

Perhaps because he had held back so long, the amount seemed double the usual. Daniel licked the tears flowing down Lenore’s cheeks as he comforted her struggling form.

When Lenore moaned that he was heavy, Daniel turned their bodies so she faced upward. The two pressed their sweat-slicked chests together and slowly caught their breath.

As she lay with eyes half-closed from exhaustion, Lenore started feeling drowsy. His hands stroking her back and playing with her hair contributed to the approaching drowsiness.

“Lenore.”

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, Daniel called out.

“Shall we do it once more?”

Lenore’s sleepiness instantly vanished. She tried to urgently get up to escape his embrace but Daniel held her and wouldn’t let go.

“Your ‘once’ is too long. Are you planning to go that long again?”

Lenore struggled saying that couldn’t be considered ‘once.’ The more she struggled, the more noticeable the presence of his c*ck still inside her became.

“I just want to hear you say you like me one more time.”

Lenore was finally freed from the tyrant only after making countless confessions of love.

* * *

After attending Duke Bergis’s funeral and returning to Tegronica, there were no rumors at all about Count and Countess Sillingdeer’s relationship going badly. It seemed he was no longer acting like a villain.

“Stop acting like a villain sometimes in bed!”

“If you truly hate it I would stop, but since your honest lower half squeezes saying it feels good, I have no choice but to continue.”

Though it seems different when they’re alone.

-End-