Whether because of the sudden contact, Spica left to try on clothes looking slightly tense. Alkaid crossed his legs and leisurely buried himself in the sofa. How did everything look good on her, she had said? That was the same for Spica.

However, he wasn’t planning to order every outfit.

The dress shop owner asked.

“Young Duke. Should I match the fabric to colors similar to what you chose earlier?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of feeling do you prefer for the design……”

“Nothing revealing.”

“……Pardon?”

“How much louder do I need to speak? Make it without any exposure. Like a uniform.”

Too scared to even make eye contact with Alkaid, the dress shop owner ground her teeth inwardly.

‘He knows nothing about fashion!’

What kind of outrage was this for a young lady at the prime age for dressing up? Uniform? Uni-i-form? Even if she was a knight, to confine that pretty body only to uniforms?

‘If it weren’t really just for the money.’

Last night, someone claiming to be from the Winterhold ducal family had called an ridiculous amount wanting to buy the dress shop, so she had thought it was a lie.

But he had confidently shown the ducal family’s crest, and when he said he would employ the working staff just the same, the owner had signed the contract like she was possessed.

Still, if she had known he was this kind of employer, she would have endured even if her back bent from rent and wages.

“……Alkaid.”

“Yes, Spica.”

The owner, who had been clicking her tongue inwardly, stopped moving. The Young Duke’s voice responding to the sound from behind the curtain was completely different from when he spoke to her.

‘Goodness. Beast-humans really.’

Whether the owner shook her head and left or not, all of Alkaid’s attention was focused on Spica’s presence felt from behind the curtain.

“Don’t you like the clothes? Should I have them bring something else?”

“Ah, no. It’s not that…… mm.”

What on earth was the matter? Alkaid, who had been watching worriedly, straightened his back the moment the curtain opened.

“……”

Under the gaze that just stared without saying anything, Spica hung her head embarrassedly.

She was a little, no, actually quite embarrassed. It was something bought long ago and not made exactly to fit Spica’s figure, so the length was short and it was tight everywhere. Still, she thought Alkaid would smile when he saw her.

“Doesn’t, doesn’t it suit me? Is it strange?”

“……That outfit.”

Only then did Alkaid’s words come again. Gesturing for the remaining staff to leave, he spoke in a low voice.

“Is that the one I bought and put away long ago?”

The outfit he had bought in a daze on the way back right after imprinting with Spica. Prepared for seventeen-year-old her, but only pushed to the very back of the dressing room.

Spica nodded. When Alkaid extended his hand, she approached hesitantly. The shortened hem revealed her ankles and fluttered.

The feeling from the moment of imprinting came alive exactly. That time when in the dim world, only Spica seemed to shine in bright colors.

Spica placed her hand on Alkaid’s. He spoke like awakening from sleep at that touch.

“Beautiful. Too much.”

“Really? That’s a relief. I was worried because it’s small.”

Spica laughed “hehe” and spun around in place like dancing.

……She shouldn’t have done that.

It was because she had relaxed and laughed that the button that had been pulled taut due to the small fit gave up its life and popped off with a ping.

“Hup.”

It was the button attached to the center of her chest. When one disappeared, the buttons above and below that had barely been holding on also burst in succession — pop, pop.

“……!”

Spica screamed silently. Her face turned red reflexively covering her chest and turning her back to Alkaid.

“So, sorry. For ruining your precious outfit.”

“The outfit isn’t precious — you should remember that I bought it thinking of you.”

Alkaid extended his hand toward Spica. Three buttons were lined up on his palm, having caught the things that had flown away on their own.

“I always remember that…… Thank you. I’ll quickly change and come……”

Spica took the buttons and tried to call a staff member, but Alkaid’s hand moved past her fingertips.

“……Alkaid?”

Instead of answering, the button caught on his neat fingers went into the open front.

Spica’s shoulders jumped at the act of moving like digging through the deeply carved valley between with his fingers.

“Ah……!”

“Spica.”

Before she could turn her head drawn by his call, her lips were swallowed by Alkaid.

He sucked hard on her lower lip as if juice would come out, then his tongue, forcing its way through her parted plump lips, thoroughly ravaged her mouth.

“Mmph, mm!”

This place, it wasn’t home.

But Alkaid seemed to not care about the location. While tightly embracing Spica’s back, the hand that entered through the gap in her opened top roughly grabbed her br*asts. Hah, when Spica made a sound in her throat, the hand pulling down her underwear was rough.

“Ah……”

The sensation of her entire br*ast being wrapped in hot, large hands was something Spica particularly loved. When he rolled her n*pple with his thumbnail like gnawing, pleasure shot through to her lower abdomen.

Her head was dazed. It felt like her lips, tongue, and the soft mucous membrane inside her mouth were all sticking to Alkaid’s tongue and being devoured whole. When she struggled from lack of breath, their lips separated but only very briefly. After exhaling one panting breath, she was devoured again.

Gradually, strength left her body. Heat was rising simultaneously.

“Alkaid, home, mmph, to our home……”

“How do you plan to endure until we arrive?”

Large hands entered, pushing aside her skirt hem. She could tell from the strength gripping her knee and tightly squeezing her thigh that this wasn’t a joke.

“What? Bu, but this is someone else’s shop!”

“I can’t endure it, Spica.”

It was a low, growling voice. The sound Alkaid made when he truly reached his limit. Spica, who had been trying to push away his hands, hesitated.

“I don’t want to endure anymore either.”

Alkaid pressed Spica’s waist. When Spica went “uh, uh” and gripped the back of the long sofa, he went under her half-tilted skirt hem.

“Wa, wait!”

“Ha……”

Sweet fragrance led Alkaid. When he spread her soft, tender thighs to both sides, the center of her underwear was wet in a circle. Alkaid bit and sucked on the small cloth directly. The more he sucked with slurping sounds, the sweeter the taste became.

“You’re flowing wet like this. How were you planning to endure until home?”

The heavily wet underwear was pulled down and fell to the floor. The messily wet petals were revealed directly. Alkaid, who had licked up all the love juices beaded between them and swallowed them down his throat, thrust his tongue directly into the twitching hole.

“Ah……!”

Spica covered her own mouth at the feeling of something with more volume than fingers entering inside. Alkaid was under her skirt, but the sounds of him sucking and licking were rising through her body.

“Ha, huh.”

Something soft yet firm was threading through her inner walls, tasting them. The fact that her most secret place was contained in Alkaid’s mouth was unbearably embarrassing yet simultaneously exciting and unbearable.

Spica began shaking her hips without knowing it. The sensation of tightening around the tongue licking inside felt strange yet good. But…….

‘Ah, more. Just a little more.’

Her body, trained by Alkaid all this time, wanted something bigger and harder than the flexible tongue.

It was when her entrance contracted pitifully. The tongue that had been filling her inside suddenly withdrew and her waist was firmly held. And the next moment, what Spica had been hoping for pierced through the narrowed hole like threading it.

“Haeuk!”

Spica’s body bent deeply. She forgot about covering her mouth and could barely support her body by clinging to the backrest with both hands.

“Eut! Ang, ah!”

Pleasure overflowed and her vision flickered from the large thing that entered with the force to stretch her inner walls completely.

However, Alkaid didn’t have the leisure to wait until Spica adapted either. He immediately thrust his hips up. In just a few times, even the base of his shaft became sticky with love juices, making squelching sounds every time his pelvis hit her b*ttocks.

Spica’s fingertips scratched over the sofa fabric. Whether it was because it had been a while, even though he was stabbing inside roughly, everywhere felt good like every spot was a pleasure point.

Her entrance, where sensitivity had gathered, swelled red. The soft flesh that tightly bit the c*ck thrust deep inside followed along clinging even when it withdrew, like holding on and not letting go.

Veins stood out on Alkaid’s neck from the temptation to squeeze out s*men.

“Relax.”

“Hm……?”

It was when Spica lifted her completely reddened face. Her body that had been half-prone with heels raised was suddenly lifted up.

Spica, who hadn’t properly heard what Alkaid said, shrank in surprise, but she wasn’t as surprised as when she saw the large mirror in front of her eyes.

“Wa, wa, wait a minute. I hate this, eut!”

Alkaid sat on the chair while also seating Spica on top of him. The desire that hadn’t been fully released filled her inside tightly once again.

“Hah, ah, ah……”

Spica felt it with her neck thrown back. Both his rapid thrusting up and her body lifted slightly then sinking down with the base buried deep felt good.

But Alkaid didn’t allow Spica to turn away from the mirror. He grabbed her chin and fixed it toward the mirror.

“Look, Spica.”

Spica closed her eyes, but the image reflected in the mirror had already been burned into her mind in that brief moment.

Her chest was exposed through the gaping front, and her whole body flushed red, her skirt caught at her waist. Meanwhile, Alkaid remained in neat attire, without removing even a single outer garment. With her legs pinned against his knees, unable to close, her br*asts bounced and jiggled with every upward thrust of his c*ck.

It was an utterly lewd sight. Her lower parts tightened from shame.

“I, huh, I hate it!”

Spica covered her face. However, even that didn’t last long. Her hand caught by Alkaid went down overlapping with his hand.

“Ah, wait, that……!”

Spica stiffened with a “hit” sound. Her hand led by Alkaid’s hand was rubbing her swollen cl*toris. It felt strange. She turned her head frantically and her gaze met Alkaid’s in the mirror.