Because he’d gripped and twisted it, the sensitized n*pple was accompanied by pain. Biting with teeth and pulling, he looked up at her. Like a dog holding a toy. The soft br*ast pulled messily following his mouth and his innocent eyes evoked a strange sense of immorality.

Rosaline grabbed his hair with trembling hands. Romeo licked gently. The broadly spread tongue swept up the taut *reola several times. Hup, hk. She trembled all over while making thin sounds. This strange sensation,

“Too, too much……”

Good. This pain that seemed to cross the line or not, this unfamiliar stimulation—all of it was good.

“Does it feel good?”

As if reading her thoughts, he asked without detaching his lips from her br*ast. Hot breath scattered on her skin in the shape of words. Rosaline swallowed.

“You’re not answering.”

“…No, hk!”

As if punishing, he began sucking the taut *reola like a nursing child. While she panted at the painfully high intensity, through her dim vision she met the sculpture of god Kata looking down at her.

In the temple, under god’s watch, having her br*asts sucked by a man. Her head felt like it would melt with guilt. Yet strangely, it was exhilarating. Perhaps because she was violating the temple’s rules that her mother used to cast her out.

But the rebelliousness was brief—guilt covered her. She should push him away. Since Romeo’s hands were holding her waist, Rosaline weakly pushed his head. However, lacking strength, rather than pushing away, it became like stroking his blond hair as if urging.

Perhaps taking it as a kind of signal, the broad tongue lightly traced her n*pple, then sharply pointed the tip and pried into the cracked gaps of her *reola.

“Hup!”

Rosaline pressed her lips tightly and held back her m*an. Then the *reola pressed by his tongue sank concavely into the center of her br*ast mound. Each time he licked up and down with his tongue attached, her whole body flinched and trembled.

Strange, something was strange. It felt like gunpowder about to explode was accumulating throughout her body, and her chest was both tingling and stuffy.

Only after chewing both *reolas equally did he raise his head. Then he lowered his head over the tightly closed lips of the woman who was crumbling and sobbing, and whispered.

“Make sounds.”

At the same time the words ended, his hand that had been wandering below her br*asts entered inside her underwear. Digging through the split perineum with his middle finger, he touched the protrusion hidden between the flesh. Startled by the sensation tickling her stomach, Rosaline unknowingly reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

Since he was straightening his waist, they ended up in a sitting position facing each other. With her legs spread and p*ssy exposed. When Rosaline looked up in confusion, their eyes met. Romeo, whose eyes were blurred to the point of madness, conspicuously stroked the plump flesh of her p*ssy with his palm. The liquid that flowed out covered the entire p*ssy following his hand.

“Isn’t it good to be honest?”

When the surface of his rough finger pressed her cl*toris, the strength throughout her body released and a constricting sensation descended again. Ah, this was pleasure. Noticing her realization, he pressed the protrusion with his middle and index fingers and rubbed strongly up and down. The stimulation was too strong.

“Ha, hk. G-gently……”

“Yes, gently.”

His hand had absolutely no mercy. He scratched the round cl*toris with straight nails, flicking, pressing down, then shaking while pressing the split gap with long fingers. Each time, she felt something gushing from the hole of her p*ssy. Her stomach, her head—everything became a mess she couldn’t control. Feeling like she’d fall over like this, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

But it was the wrong choice. When she lowered her head, what she saw was his hand thrusting against her white flesh and his strong forearm. Facing with both eyes the hand kneading like dough, her head dampened with immorality.

“Truth is painful but sweet.”

Romeo said while kissing her trembling forearm. His eyes glistened and his voice was low. It felt like a rough voice cursing was ringing inside her body.

“Isn’t it good to be angry at me? You felt relieved.”

Romeo held Rosaline’s waist about to fall with one arm, and with the other hand ravaged her p*ssy while smiling cruelly.

“Be honest, make sounds. Rosaline. Admit it.”

“Ah, haah!”

“Right now, it feels good.”

When a m*an finally burst out, he bit her lower lip as if she’d done well. His hand movements became stronger and faster. Fingers that slipped by scraped out the love juice from her vaginal opening and wetted her perineum. The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh was similar to the sound of lightly touching the surface of water.

As her entire p*ssy became wet like crushed fruit juice, unfamiliar yet excessively stimulating pleasure swept through her stomach.

A bit more, if he did more, something would burst. All that she’d been pressing down would burst.

“More, please.”

At the plea that burst out, he smiled long enough to shadow his eyelids. Dangerous—the moment she thought that, he raised his middle finger and slipped it into the narrow hole. The straight nail and finger engraved with rough scars bent and poked one spot, and his thumb pressed her cl*toris slowly and deeply.

“Ahk!”

Rosaline shuddered with her legs spread and toes curled. If only he’d remove that shameless hand, the pleasure wouldn’t last so long, but he felt her convulsing inside while firmly pressing her cl*toris and even spinning it around. Rosaline pressed her cheek against his cheek, opened her mouth, and let out m*ans.

“Hnng, ah.”

She felt love juice gushing from the vaginal opening where he thr*st his finger. Romeo stirred inside broadly, then pulled out his middle finger. With just one, he seemed to whisper. As Rosaline trembled on top of shame and lingering tremors, he briefly kissed the congestion remaining on her neck.

“If I receive even a tattered heart, I’ll cleanly disappear. I’ll vanish as you wish.”

So hand it over. The deal wasn’t finished. Understanding his intention, Rosaline slowly raised her head. He stood right before her eyes, in a position that left her no room to refuse, facing her with confident eyes. When Romeo tried to tilt his head again, Rosaline pushed his shoulder and fell away.

He stared at her after she escaped his embrace, clearly not expecting her to pull back, his gaze sharp and accusing. Rosaline tried to straighten her clothes and steady the lingering heat and awareness that refused to fade.

“Rosaline?”

“Give me time to think.”

“Think.”

He repeated the word with the implication that it was unnecessary, his tone edged with anger. Rosaline stepped back several steps in a clear warning for him not to approach. Her limbs still trembled with tension and fear.

“You want sincerity. You want me to be truthful.”

Thinking of Juliet, she told herself she should at least pretend to obey his demands as she had before. Rosaline’s lies, however, held no power over him, and every sense in her flared whenever she was with him.

She could not bring herself to be false.

Though the heart doesn’t go as one wills, she was clearly attracted to him. And for some reason she didn’t know, he wanted her. If she abandoned the thread-like reason and stubbornness barely remaining, she’d fall in mindlessly.

But regardless of Romeo, Rosaline was to become a priest and leave Valher. Was she to give her heart to a relationship with promised separation and be abandoned again?

What was he to her—it wasn’t simply not wanting to part without sense.

She didn’t want to be abandoned.

These two were clearly different. Moreover, she especially didn’t want to be abandoned by him who knew her entire situation. She wasn’t fool enough not to know the debt was now just an excuse.

However, though not a fool, Rosaline was ignorant. She didn’t know methods to not be abandoned. So, she needed time to think.

If Romeo had said he loved her, she would have at least pretended to reciprocate, but he clearly shuddered at the anger and vulnerability she revealed. Even just now, hadn’t he lusted at her words that she resented him?

This couldn’t be love.

Moreover, as long as he knew Juliet was still Rosaline’s weakness, she too had to find a method. If she carelessly gave her heart to someone whose intentions she couldn’t know and was abandoned, she would surely break beyond control.

“Fine.”

Closing the distance in an instant, he grabbed Rosaline’s cheek and pulled her toward himself. With lips touching, he whispered.

“The answer is already decided anyway, so it’s better not to think useless thoughts.”

“……”

“I can’t give you much time either. As you know, I have no patience.”

Conduct yourself well. With words like a threat, he pressed down on her lips. Only just before Rosaline’s mouth was forcibly opened could she barely escape from him. More precisely, it was closer to Romeo letting go.

She left him and ran. When she briefly turned back at the entrance, he wasn’t chasing but standing as though nailed down. The sight of Kata’s statue positioned tall behind his figure consumed by darkness was like a painting. However, his shadow looked as if it would reach out and grab her at any moment.

Rosaline ran again. Without even knowing what she was running from.