She wanted to say that, but her lips wouldn’t part. If she moved even slightly in this position, their lips would truly touch.

If they touched, there would be no turning back from that moment.

She felt like she’d be pulled into him. Swallowed up. Forever and ever.

In her vague fear, Daphne could only tremble quietly.

Astaire seemed quite displeased with her silence.

“What do you think behavior befitting me would be?”

His breath grew unbearably hot. Daphne unconsciously closed her eyes, as though that might help her escape him.

But even that seemed within Astaire’s expectations.

With her eyes closed, Daphne startled violently. Something soft and hot touched her eyelids, then swept across her thick lashes like a brush.

The one who slowly stroked her lashes, savoring them meticulously, finally sucked up the teardrop flowing from beneath her delicate eyelid.

The moment the wet warmth moistened her eyes, Daphne realized she’d been crying.

“Then what about this?”

By the time she realized it, it was already too late.

The lips at her eyes slid down in an instant. His lips completely devoured hers. There wasn’t even a moment to stop it.

This was the second time they’d kissed this roughly.

He burrowed in, seemingly determined to feel every bit of flesh inside her mouth—her gums, her teeth. His tongue captured hers, sucked it, stroked it. Every single action was meticulous. She could vividly feel his movements over the rough texture of her tongue.

It felt like he was undressing her with just his tongue. The nasal m*ans bubbling up from deep in her throat grew harder and harder to suppress.

“Nnh.”

So she tried to turn her head away.

This man trying to captivate her, so unlike the him she knew, felt like a stranger.

This wasn’t like him.

And she herself, growing gradually aroused by this kiss so unlike him, didn’t feel like her usual self either.

“You don’t know me.”

The words he spat out between his teeth made a corner of her heart ache.

His words weren’t wrong. Despite having harbored unrequited love for him, she knew nothing substantial about this man. She’d never tried to know him.

And yet, for her to now pretend she knew even a little about him must be unpleasant to Astaire.

Perhaps the love she’d held for him was something like a fantasy. Because she’d coveted this man who seemed to have lived his entire life nobly, never experiencing the desperation and misery she’d never lived through herself.

What she’d wanted might not have been this man himself, but the life he’d lived and would continue to live.

“What do you mean by ‘not like the Duke I know’ or ‘not like you’? What are you even saying?”

He continued, his tone accusatory.

His rough, turbid breath rushed out and stimulated Daphne.

As he pushed forcefully, Daphne’s body kept being pushed backward. But she never completely fell back. A firm hand supported her from behind.

She realized for the first time that a kiss alone could penetrate this deeply.

“Ah.”

But it didn’t end there. Her feet lifted off the floor as Astaire pressed his body close again.

Immediately, coldness wrapped around her back. Without looking, she knew he’d carried her toward the window.

She also knew what Astaire intended to do next.

“Today isn’t the day, nnh.”

There was no way today was one of the designated days for *ntercourse written in the contract.

As that thought occurred to her, her reason returned briefly. Daphne barely managed to grasp that razor-thin thread.

“Do married couples have to do it only on scheduled days?”

“But…”

However, Astaire easily severed that thread. It felt futile.

“Why, were you going to say this also isn’t like me?”

Sitting on the windowsill, he reached out and locked the window. All the while, he pressed his body close, seemingly determined not to let Daphne escape. She felt his solid upper body and the solid lower body beneath it. Even through the fabric, its presence couldn’t be ignored.

Everything was easy for him. When for her, everything was endlessly difficult.

“If I’d known it would come to this, I wouldn’t have dressed you in the first place.”

He was referring to helping her change out of her paint-stained clothes earlier that day.

When he’d dressed her, time had dragged torturously, but somehow the act of undressing ended in an instant. She suddenly felt wronged.

“I should’ve taken this off too.”

Only the thin fabric covering her s*x remained. He deliberately pinched and released the front of her underwear, now soaked through.

Heat rushed to Daphne’s face. She felt beyond embarrassed—humiliated. She wanted to hide somewhere, just like this.

Reflexively, she raised her hands to cover her face. But only for a moment—the man lightly caught her slender wrists.

In an instant, both her hands were bound. She reflexively tried to close her legs, but he was faster. He wedged his knee between her legs and spread them apart.

“Hngh…!”

Without warning, invading fingers rummaged inside, and her waist arched sharply. A tight pain arose below.

Startled by the sudden invasion, her vaginal walls contracted forcefully, seemingly trying to expel him, but even that appeared stimulating to him. A turbid m*an flowed from the man’s mouth.

Squelch, squelch. His fingers moved rapidly, seemingly intent on widening her inside. The louder the splashing sounds grew, the more frantically her vision shook.

“You’re also crying quite unlike yourself. Flowing so well.”

Unlike the gentlemanly attitude he’d shown during their previous relations, this was different. The gaze filled with n*ked l*st directed at her below, the teasing words—all of it felt unfamiliar.

Astaire must have seen her contorted face too. But he didn’t stop there.

The fingers tormenting her below slipped out.

“Shh, you need to focus.”

“Mmph…!”

The emptiness was brief—he invaded her parted lips. The man’s solid index finger probed everywhere inside her mouth.

As the sour taste lingered in her mouth, her face naturally scrunched up. Her throat tensed completely.

Meanwhile, Astaire grabbed Daphne’s thigh with his remaining hand and tilted it upward.

The moment the space between her legs was exposed, he entered.

“Haa… ngh…!”

Above, she held his finger in her mouth; below, she held his shaft. The flesh rod that plunged in all at once withdrew mercilessly, then advanced again.

The joined lower region burned hot and searing. Daphne squeezed her eyes shut.

Flashes formed in her pitch-black, empty vision. Blue light, orange light, pure white light. Then, the moment he thr*st his hips up without warning, light exploded like fireworks before her eyes.

A tight pain arose below.

Tears flowed from her eyes at the pain of tearing flesh. Before she knew it, Astaire had also withdrawn his finger from her mouth and was concentrating solely on the act.

“Stop now… nnh, ah, hngh!”

It was overwhelming to accept him so suddenly. Daphne tried to push away the one mounted on her, but he didn’t budge.

“I’ve been like this from the start.”

“Hnn… ngh.”

Had she truly not known his real nature?

In the midst of pain, Daphne felt confused about everything.

Everything was a first.

Him having *ntercourse with her outside their contractual obligations, him being this rough—all of it felt unfamiliar.

It wasn’t like the Astaire she knew.

“Haa, ngh, hnn, haangh…!”

But right now, Daphne couldn’t express her feelings in words.

Clatter, clatter. 

Even the solidly constructed window shook from their rough act. What if the window couldn’t withstand the force and shattered? What if they tumbled down from this dizzying height?

She was making such unrealistic imaginings because Daphne wasn’t in her right mind.

The more he drove into her relentlessly, the more anxious she became.

“Nnh, ahh… ngh!”

Then Astaire grabbed her ankles and placed both legs on his shoulders.

Her upper body was against the windowsill while her lower body hung suspended, barely supported by Astaire. Just a minor change in position, yet the stimulation deepened further. The m*ans bursting from Astaire’s mouth grew increasingly fierce.

“Kgh, haa…”

Both he and she knew without speaking that they were approaching cl*max together. An intensity she’d never felt in her life gripped her. She was on the verge of losing consciousness completely.

Daphne suddenly remembered. She couldn’t just stay here stupidly.

She felt the p*nis convulsing inside her. She needed to hurry and pull it out before he cl*maxed.

Just as Daphne wriggled her hips, trying to withdraw her lower body, the man pressed down below without laying a finger on her, using only pressure.

As her plump buttocks were crushed against the hard floor, pain arose. At the same time, her twitching entrance burned, and it was agonizing how it seemed to cling to him, wanting him to continue.

Daphne couldn’t escape at all from the force of the man’s lower body pressing down on her. Trapped by him like that, something hot and wet surged up inside her v*gina.

She hadn’t even taken the contraceptive pill she’d bought today yet…

Regret flooded in belatedly. But with her womb full of his seed, it was too late now to despair.

It was her perfect blunder.

She’d never imagined he would join bodies with her outside the obligatory relations written in the contract. Not once had he attempted *ntercourse with her purely for pleasure.

Her eyes grew hot.

For the first time, they’d had relations outside her ovulation period, but the pleasure was momentary, and what remained in the end was shame and humiliation.

What just happened wasn’t an act of affection. Astaire had simply been angry with her.

“You misjudged me.”

Seemingly sensing her resentful gaze, the man spoke first.

“Are you finished?”

“…”

She hoped this would be the last time. She thought it would be fine if she quickly washed inside and took the contraceptive pill. She hoped that would be the case.

But Astaire didn’t seem to have any intention of releasing her yet. Without answering her question, he simply stared down at Daphne.

“Ah…!”

Daphne looked down at herself with startled eyes, tilting her head back. In that time, the large mass of flesh inside her v*gina swelled again.

Before she could quickly withdraw, Astaire grabbed her pelvis and began thrusting again.

With each movement, squelch, squelch, sticky white fl*id oozed out from below their joined parts.

Just how much s*men had he *jaculated? It flowed endlessly. But that wasn’t the end.

Just when she thought it was finally over, the man *jaculated his seed inside her again. He’d injected the same amount that had dripped out after the act ended. 

She could have told him to stop. But she couldn’t bring herself to open her lips. Only m*ans soaked in screams and pleasure flowed out, so she had no mental capacity to attempt conversation with him.

After countless repetitions of insertion and withdrawal, Daphne, her entire body exhausted, closed her eyes and fell asleep.