“I’m a servant giving devotion without response, just one of dozens of dogs, not Miss’s friend or affectionate sister at all.”

Romeo’s expression twisted for an instant. As if trying to catch and swallow the sincerity she was spilling. He looked pained, yet also seemed to feel a kind of joy.

Since there was no reason for him to suffer from her pain, Rosaline only saw his joy. Are you happy because I’m hurting, as much as I ignored you? Tears flowed following Rosaline’s lips curving up.

“I lied to not hate anyone. Because if I really hated, I’d be alone.”

Her whisper was hot and desolate like freshly extinguished ashes.

“Romeo, I resent you.”

Rosaline shuddered at her own words without a speck of falsehood. Had she ever been this honest? Had she ever been this angry before someone?

For Juliet’s sake, she should have tried to look good to him, but tasting sweetness for the first time in her life, she couldn’t control her emotions. Rosaline leaned further into his grasp and spoke from the closest place where gazes could intertwine.

“If it weren’t for you, I would have just pretended not to know, pretended to be stupid, and accepted everything.”

If it weren’t for Romeo, Rosaline wouldn’t have emerged from the delusion that mother did it out of love for her, with an innocent face. She would have obeyed Juliet’s decision with joy.

However, he saw through and denied her lies. He didn’t leave her peaceful deception alone. That she realized anger and resentment existed among the emotions familiarly cast down was purely because of him.

“An unrequited, pathetically incomplete half-heart.”

“……”

“Do you still want it?”

At his silence, Rosaline smiled like a shabby con artist as if she knew it. Well, who would want the heart of such a petty person?

“It doesn’t matter.”

His answer was excessively impatient and fast, enough to fluster Rosaline. His hand that had been holding her chin went down her neck and grasped her shoulder. The hand gripping with strength was rude like grabbing a collar, and large as if embracing her whole body.

The tables turned in an instant.

“Rosaline.”

Slipping through the gap of her confusion, Romeo poured out.

“Whether your heart is half, or a rag, it doesn’t matter. I want it.”

Romeo Montague was sincere. Overwhelmed by his momentum solid as a stone wall, Rosaline stammered. Even though I said my heart is insincere, half, and trivial, you want it? She couldn’t understand him from the start, but now even more so.

“No, it’s impossible. It was a strange request from the beginning.”

Rosaline shook her head with a bitter laugh.

“You’re Romeo, not Juliet, you’re not the same person, so how can I treat you with the same heart?”

“Then treat me with a different heart, a different attitude.”

His forehead touched hers. Eyes that seemed like they’d never close pierced through Rosaline.

“Like getting angry at me like this.”

Her shoulder was pulled and lips interlocked. When Romeo wrapped his arm around the waist of her who inhaled in surprise, she was helplessly embraced. With a sigh, he took her lower lip and tilted his head to touch deeper. He traced between teeth, pressed mucous membranes, and took saliva.

“Open your mouth more.”

Whatever was so urgent, he put his thumb in her lips and opened her mouth himself. Unable to overcome excitement, he mixed tongues and even chewed them. His sharp nose bridge was pressed against soft cheeks, and boiling breath was felt directly through interlocked lips.

“Please, mmph. Romeo!”

Only after Rosaline hit his shoulder did Romeo detach his lips and bury his nose and mouth near her ear while embracing her.

“Ah, good.”

At the sigh-like whisper mixed with joy and self-loathing, Rosaline came to her senses. She struggled to escape his embrace, but he was immovable. Rather, he laid Rosaline down, pressed both arms to the floor, and pressed his lips to her ear and neck. The hands and lips restraining her were chillingly gentle, and the lower body positioned between her legs was hard as rock.

Rosaline’s heart pounded as if it would burst from the tension she experienced for the first time and the weight of the man pressing down.

“You said you didn’t need my body.”

“I said I didn’t need it.”

She could tell without hearing the rest—that he didn’t say he didn’t want it.

He tilted his head and smiled. His black pupils were blurred like someone intoxicated. Romeo’s gaze slowly scanned from Rosaline’s round forehead to her straight nose bridge. It seemed like looking at precious treasure, yet also like treating glass he wanted to break.

She met the downcast black eyes. To the point where it was amazing he’d restrained himself until now, he was crushed by l*st to the point of melting. No, something more than simple l*st was pooled there.

Like tree rings of an old tree, something densely accumulated.

Sensuality dripped like fruit juice from his outer skin. Her waist tingled at the heightened atmosphere. Just making eye contact intoxicated her and scattered her thoughts, and he pressed his lower body against the underwear and bare thighs exposed as her skirt rode up. The man hardened behind his pants firmly pressed the thin surface of her underwear.

When Rosaline trembled at the cold air and shameful sensation, he showed his teeth and smiled.

“I should change methods. As you said, your Miss and I are different.”

Her chin was firmly grasped. Pressing her cheeks with thumb and index finger to open her mouth, he wrapped and sucked her small tongue. While greedily swallowing the woman’s saliva, he also gave his saliva and urged her to swallow, and not satisfied with this, persistently pressed her palate and soft inner walls.

With one hand still holding her chin, with the other hand he groped down her body trembling like a wet bird. Wherever his large hand touched, her tensed body reacted sensitively.

Soothing her, he stroked the white thigh under her skirt, then grasped the flesh near her buttocks. When she flinched, his tongue that seemed to smile slightly stabbed deeper places. It was hard to come to her senses.

This wasn’t right. Not only with Juliet but with any man had she been pressed together like this. She’d never thought to do so, never desired it. Though she didn’t live a monastic life, she lived an equally ascetic life.

Rosaline unknowingly bit his tongue. Startled, she widened her eyes, but what she faced was him more excited than before.

“Bite. It’s okay.”

He smiled.

“You can even bite it off.”

He dug deeper and entangled even the root of her tongue. The sound of chewing and sucking rang in her head. As she gathered what little strength she had to stop him, the hand that had been stroking her thigh had already moved up and firmly grasped her br*ast.

The sensation of calloused hands pressed into her flesh like cracks was so vivid it felt like being cut. When Rosaline raised her head at the tingling, strange sensation, he obediently detached his lips.

Then he lifted his waist slightly and scanned the female body beneath him as if admiring it. Thanks to the clothes that had ridden up to her chest, her br*asts being marked by his grasp and her white stomach were exposed. And even her thin, worn underwear.

His suddenly surging gaze touched Rosaline’s heated eyes.

“They said you belonged to Kata, how pitiful.”

“…I… hng!”

Before even hearing an answer, he came straight down and bit her earlobe and chin in succession. He stuck out his tongue long and licked along her jawline. The wet tongue traced down, repeatedly biting and sucking her neck painfully. Tears leaked out at the stinging pain, and below, the hand that had been kneading her br*ast enough to make it swell suddenly grabbed her *reola and spun it around. While she was distracted by the unfamiliar pleasure surging from multiple places, his whisper was heard.

“You’ve never done this with Juliet, right?”

He deliberately mentioned her name to provoke her. As Rosaline glared at him while exhaling ragged breaths, he grabbed the tip of her n*pple and pulled painfully.

“Ah!”

When Rosaline roughly moaned and opened her mouth, he smiled and inserted his tongue, scanning for a while. Kneading her br*asts arbitrarily like dough, pushing his tongue in as if pleased whenever she flinched—it was utterly mischievous. More mischievous was below her. Despite the unreasonable hand movements, she endlessly grew wet.

As he tasted the inside of her mouth, her strength drained and mind dampened, he detached with a smack. Thinking he was stopping, he pressed both her arms to the floor and opened his mouth.

What is he doing? When she frowned with faint curiosity, he swallowed her br*ast, red with handprints, in one bite.

Swallowed? Her br*ast?

The mucous membrane of his hot mouth was felt through the peak. Before Rosaline could be shocked, the area near her *reola was bitten.

“Ah……!”