Is it your first time climaxing? Romeo, who whispered, grabbed and pressed down on the back of her knees. Her belly folded and was crushed, and as he thr*st down violently, not even a m*an came out. Rosaline could only writhe in the pleasure and pain crashing like a tidal wave.

He lowered his hand to press her cl*t, and the moment his member swelled as if about to burst. The sensation that had been racing to the cliff’s edge shattered.

“Haaah……!!!”

At the peak of pleasure, a hoarse cry burst out. Romeo thr*st his tongue into Rosaline’s mouth as she cl*maxed and *jaculated. His glutes hollowed as he mercilessly dug in even more. With his c*ck buried deep, he shot s*men throughout her p*ssy’s interior, thinly pounding everywhere inside her walls.

Even such minor stimulation became great stimulation for Rosaline, who couldn’t descend from cl*max. Unable to think anything, she couldn’t even enjoy the afterglow of pleasure.

“Now, stop now……”

Lying side by side behind her, Romeo embraced her waist and slowly withdrew his c*ck. Even after ejaculating, his firmly *rect c*ck was no different from the beginning.

The tip, slightly thicker than the shaft, caught and soon withdrew completely. Though the member still between her thighs was unsettling, Rosaline didn’t even have the strength to stop him.

She understood why God forbade s*x. At the same time, she understood the priests who couldn’t live without this act despite it being taboo. Thinking useless thoughts, she comfortably laid her body on his arm that came under her neck and closed her eyes.

She almost fell asleep just like that. If not for the fingers digging into her soft inner flesh.

Startled, she grabbed his forearm and turned her head back. But what Rosaline faced was Romeo with completely unfocused eyes. Shamelessly, he devoured her approaching lips, pinched her n*pples with the hand embracing her, and pressed her cl*t with his other hand. Then the whitish s*men pooled inside mixed with fl*ids and came out.

“Hng, mmph, Romeo.”

After he fondled her for a while, his tip touched her gaping entrance again, poking.

“Are you protesting that it’s not enough?”

“No, it’s not.”

“If you need it……”

He seemed not to hear her voice. The panting man’s breath, his body incomparably harder than hers, pressed against her.

“I should give it to you.”

F*replay wasn’t necessary. He lifted one of her thighs and thr*st all the way into her already drenched p*ssy.

“Aaah!”

Rosaline arched her body and leaned her whole body against his chest. Being penetrated from behind had a different depth. As he thr*st to the root in one go, her sensitized vaginal walls convulsed as if entirely becoming erogenous zones.

“Feel it, just let it out.”

As she unconsciously kept her mouth tightly shut, Romeo put his fingers covered with fl*ids into her mouth and stirred.

“Ha, ahh, ah.”

Saliva flowed messily along his fingers, and below he thr*st with momentum to gouge. The hips that scooped up roundly with each thr*st were even cruel. But she, squeezing his thing desperately, couldn’t entirely blame him either.

“Break. It’s okay, Rosaline.”

“Hng, mmph.”

“Because we’ll shatter together.”

In her whitened vision, his desperate whisper was heard. As he said, she wasn’t the only one breaking. Romeo was the same, showing his n*ked body and p*ssy in bed.

They were falling and rising together. Rosaline cried out until her voice went hoarse, stroking his beautiful sunset-colored blonde hair, no. Rolling the name Romeo in her mouth.

Being with him, even though it was night, felt only bright. Rosaline surrendered her body to pleasure until she lost consciousness.

For the first time in her life, it was a night not alone.

* * *

Whether all who wielded swords were like this, or whether he truly used magic, he appeared regardless of time or place.

The corridor where Rosaline returned after finishing work, the garden on the way back from the temple, the storage room she entered to organize things. Wherever it was, he would pop out from the shadows and embrace her.

‘It would be fortunate if he only embraced me.’

When he appeared, wherever the place, it led to sultry s*x. Being quite mischievous, he persistently tormented her body tensed with worry about being caught by others. He covered her mouth with his large hand and sucked her ear while thrusting.

Perhaps he never tired, as his c*ck never died either. Thanks to that, her bruised br*asts and p*ssy had no peaceful days. Of course, the day after overdoing it, he didn’t insert either, but the tormenting continued.

These days could continue because no one noticed him coming and going through the Capulet mansion like his own home. No matter how he dressed exactly like the Capulet servants or mixed naturally into crowds, it was miraculous.

He openly wandered among the servants and even asked servants in front of Rosaline who he was. The servants each time carelessly spouted different names. Heinz, Felix… and so on.

Though she gained trust that they wouldn’t be caught as he said, the wine cellar with servants’ quarters right above was different. As Rosaline worried, he, who had cornered her and buried his nose in her chest, sighed.

“We won’t be caught. The door is locked too.”

Romeo gestured toward the wine cellar entrance and spoke perfunctorily.

While Rosaline came to the cellar to get wine, he had followed. In an instant, she was caught from behind and her lips were taken. When she came to her senses, she was trapped and lifted between the wall and him.

She didn’t hate him either. Rather, when he came, she welcomed him fully with subtle anticipation and small liberation.

“But, ngh.”

Romeo bit her *reola already swollen from being overworked the day before.

“No need for contraception either. Even if I c*m inside you all day, you won’t get pregnant.”

Romeo seemed extremely bothered by the contraceptive tea Rosaline drank. The contraceptive tea secretly distributed among priests was mandatory for all novices, so Rosaline had also had an appropriate amount since coming of age.

“Why? Romeo. Don’t tell me you’re infertile……”

“Yes, let’s say that.”

He rolled his tongue on her n*pple and put his hand down her pants. He rubbed and spread the familiar split gap, pressing her bead. Rosaline moaned while grabbing his hair. His hands were always clean, and when he approached, a dense, refreshing scent spread. Even when he touched roughly, it only tingled and wasn’t even ticklish.

“Anyway, don’t drink it. It’s not good for your body either.”

There were many things he told her not to do, but he didn’t explain convincing reasons. She stroked his hair and tried to converse with Romeo, who was being particularly mischievous today.

“Do they teach such things on the battlefield too? Hiding your body or… eliminating your presence like that.”

“Let’s say so.”

Again he glossed over it vaguely. Rosaline frowned. His lips moving down her stomach reached her navel. He had a habit of always kissing her hollowed navel, finding something cute about it, but the problem was that once he went below, conversation couldn’t even be attempted.

“Then can I ask… ha, you something?”

“About?”

Kneeling, he even removed her pants. As he slowly lowered her underwear too, wet fl*ids stretched in long strands between the fabric and her p*ssy lips. Just as he tilted his head to taste her clear genitals—

“Young Master Tyb… haah!”

Suddenly his middle and index fingers thr*st in. His thing was long and hard, so his fingers were more formidable than an average man’s c*ck. As he curled his fingertips and scraped somewhere, fl*ids flowed messily down the back of his hand. Rosaline trembled and looked at him as if wronged while grabbing his shoulder.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re saying nonsense.”

Thr*st, thr*st, he slowly withdrew then thr*st and rotated, scraping her inner walls. With his thumb he rubbed her cl*t flicking, and suddenly her p*ssy seemed to melt under his touch.

“Why, ha, ugh.”

As Romeo firmly grabbed her br*asts dangling as she swayed bent over, Rosaline gritted her teeth and trembled. To avoid falling, she relied completely on his body and barely put strength into her trembling legs. She had to speak when he was still even for a moment.

“If you can do it, Young Master Tybalt can too, so I was going to ask……”

“Young Master, Young Master, soon you’ll call him husband too.”

The statement was so absurd that Rosaline lost even the will to point it out. He still spoke, seemingly frustrated.

“Why on earth are you asking that?”

“Well, I’m curious……”

Rosaline embraced his neck and blinked.

“It’s about you, so it’s fascinating.”

“……”

“You don’t talk about yourself.”

The light disappeared from his eyes. Romeo muttered something in an unfamiliar language and withdrew his hand. Even as he withdrew, his hand remained faithful, scraping along her insides.

Her body, already accustomed to breathtaking stimulation, was in a state of extreme agitation. Trembling at the strange emptiness and remaining stimulation, he grabbed her plump buttocks and lifted her up, pushing her against the wall. As she unconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist, his *rect member outside his slightly lowered pants clung to her entrance.

Squelch—before the sound finished, he thr*st to the very root in one go.

“Haah!”