They were tears bursting out because she couldn’t handle it.

“It’s strange… hngh, it’s strange. Romeo!”

Did he plan to drink until she dried up? She should dry up if he kept going, but fl*ids just kept springing up like a fountain. She was barely composing herself against the explosive pleasure with her mouth open when suddenly, after wreaking havoc, he sucked hard on her cl*t and thr*st his middle finger in, pressing the spot that had made her cry out before.

“Aaah!!!”

It felt like sensation and consciousness were combusting simultaneously. She trembled with her head turned to the side. Feeling like she’d melt and disappear like this, as fl*ids burst forth and the middle finger buried in her s*x scraped inside appreciatively as it withdrew, a sigh escaped.

Regretfully.

Regretful? At the thought that flashed by for just a moment, Rosaline was startled. But she instinctively knew she hadn’t finished with the man before her yet.

A bit more. In this mansion where her mother, whose anger hadn’t subsided, was present, in this room Juliet had given her.

She wanted to rebel a bit more.

Like a bee soaked in a honey pot, swimming in pleasure, she opened her eyes to find the one who would let her rebel. Her hazy vision caught Romeo Montague.

Romeo wiped the fl*ids of hers that had thoroughly soaked his face with his hand and licked it ostentatiously. Then, after slowly stroking her still-trembling belly with his index finger for a while, he pressed a certain point. As if gauging where he would enter.

“Here.”

“……”

“I’ll go in up to here.”

It was a declaration that he’d split her belly. He removed his hand, straightened his hips, and began removing his shirt. A long scar crossing his collarbone continued down to his firmly split chest. His skin glistening with sweat was composed entirely of muscle without gaps, and his abs split like nails had been driven in were perfect.

Full of savagery and vulgarity, he was a beautiful man.

“Rosaline, if you look at me like that, I can’t grant your request.”

Smiling fiercely, he bent his hips. He thr*st his tongue into her slightly parted mouth, pressing her mucous membrane here and there, then undid his belt. His *rect c*ck sprang up, reaching his navel.

Rosaline, busy tilting her chin while kissing, also glimpsed his thing. Though she widened her eyes in surprise, only the roots of their tongues remained deeply entwined.

Romeo stroked his shaft once, then caught the pre-c*m dripping from his tip between thumb and index finger and smeared it back on the shaft. Slap, slap—it made sounds of flesh rubbing like m*sturbation.

“It will hurt.”

The tip touched her entrance precisely. At the blunt size incomparable to fingers, Rosaline’s chest swelled greatly. Though it would surely hurt as he said, Rosaline grabbed his chin first and pressed her lips firmly.

“It’s okay.”

She smiled faintly.

“It’s okay, if it’s you.”

Romeo’s eyes became impossibly murky. They were eyes dark enough to suffocate. As Rosaline briefly thought whether it wasn’t a wrong choice—

“Whether you have, no fear.”

The tip pushed between her red, wet inner flesh. The barely opened entrance clenched as if to push his c*ck out, but he didn’t stop. Rosaline shed streaming tears at the pain of her body seemingly splitting in two.

“You shouldn’t, do this carelessly.”

Romeo felt ecstasy at the sensation of her insides clenching around his c*ck. Ah, never again, I decided not to do this. I planned to torment you as much as you tormented me, then leave.

Determined not to take back what she’d said once, this sincere and foolish woman wrapped her legs around his waist even while in pain. Her p*ssy, which hadn’t even taken half his c*ck, quivered and contracted. Whether to call her efforts admirable, his abdomen split wide with the rising dizziness.

The black hair stuck randomly to her cheeks and forehead, her lips ripened red like n*pples, and her eyes full of wounds felt pitiful rather than satisfying.

“I’m done for.”

Self-deprecating, he bent down and kissed her soothingly. The tender mucous membrane inside her mouth was lovely, and the eyelashes touching his cheek were welcome. But below, she simply couldn’t take him. He couldn’t cut off his c*ck, and it was his own fault for not being able to completely shed his skin.

Well, he was Romeo now anyway.

“Romeo……”

Though not even half had entered, Rosaline wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled faintly as if she was fine. The moist, warm skin touching his neck, the seemingly infinite affection.

Those eyes.

Fire ignited inside him.

“Hngh!”

Rosaline gritted her teeth at his fierce hip thr*st. He said he’d be gentle. As she bit his ear as if whining, he bent his hips and pushed in further. As the c*ck that had been halfway in carved its own path, the feeling of their connection was dizzying.

“Relax, then it won’t hurt.”

“……Yeah. Hng, ah.”

With her legs spread wide, each time she relaxed her strength bit by bit, he pushed in firmly. But his advance was slow, and contrary to her heart, her insides clung tightly, busy embracing and pushing out at the same time. Just from being bitten a little, Romeo’s brain became a mess like a fool, and he was angry at Rosaline for making him anxious without accepting him.

Yes, insolent.

So all at once, he thr*st in to the very root.

“Ah!”

Sharp, dull pain enveloped Rosaline’s entire body. Trembling, she endured his c*ck. He seemed determined to attack her. But Rosaline didn’t want to escape obediently. Somehow the sensation of being connected as one was tearfully good, and being filled below wasn’t bad.

She whispered with her eyes against his shoulder. As if hypnotizing herself.

“It’s good, it’s warm.”

“What is?”

“It feels like…… we’ve become one……”

Romeo laughed sharply. How well she spoke such words when completely impaled. But to get angrier, her inner walls, already highly sensitive from long f*replay, squeezed his c*ck.

Ah, she should be moderately pretty. As Romeo pressed down firmly while inserted and rotated his hips heavily, pre-c*m and fl*ids soaked into each other’s genitals. At the strange, even obscene sensation, Rosaline cried out and shook her head.

“Haah……! If, if you do that……”

“You seem to like it.”

Feeling her drenched insides, he withdrew his hips terribly slowly. Though it hurt when he thr*st in, the c*ck scraping all her inner walls as it withdrew brought fine pleasure. Rosaline trembled, making unclear sounds like hng, hngh.

His c*ck withdrew until the tip caught at her entrance. The gaping hole caressed his tip. His member was in a state mixed with blood and fl*ids flowing like thin streams.

The wick in the depths of his chest snapped. Her blood, seen after so long. Nothing mattered anymore.

Romeo grabbed her waist and thr*st up rapidly.

“Aaah!!!”

When withdrawing his c*ck, he was slow as if keeping his promise to be gentle, but when thrusting in, he was fierce with momentum to bury to the root. Though seemingly merciless at a glance, his perfect control of speed and intensity faithfully followed her breathing and reactions.

“Aah, ah, ah!”

“Inside, water, is bursting like crazy. Rosaline.”

“Don’t, say such things, ugh!”

Though she glared at him with tears welling up when he said dirty things, she unmistakably squeezed inside.

Whether she liked it or hated it. Romeo held her lower back without gaps. Her soft br*asts were crushed beneath his chest. Her heart pounding crazily flowed through their skin.

Rosaline wants me. His reason ignited completely.

“Rosaline, tell me.”

He whispered tearfully tenderly. But this was deception. Below, he pounded his hips mercilessly. Though it was an act of thrusting with force alone, thanks to his huge c*ck perfectly pressing inside her p*ssy, only pleasure boiled over.

“Whose are you?”

What? Rosaline wanted to spit out the same words he often said, but all she could do was watch her legs spread wide as she swayed according to his movements.

When there was no answer, thud! A deep insertion followed.

“Ahk!”

“Whose, are you, I’m asking. You.”

As if demanding an answer, he rotated his hips heavily while thr*st deep. Rosaline, soaked with tears, clung to him, pressing her lips against his jaw.

“Rome… Romeo……!”

The sound was little more than a plea, yet he bared his teeth in a satisfied smile. He seized her waist and pulled her closer, forcing himself into places she had believed were already beyond reach, as though he truly meant for them to become one body.

“Don’t forget, I’m yours too.”

The low whisper ended, and violent thr*sts followed. His solid thighs struck her buttocks, slick with blood and fl*ids, the sharp slapping sounds coming in merciless succession. He pinched and pressed her bruised n*pples while rolling his hips with every thr*st, and her body tightened and spasmed as if trying to consume him whole.

“Ngh, ha, ah, aah!”

“Soon, I’m going to c*m.”

He laughed while moving messily.

“You’re squeezing so tight.”