Her curled toes touched his firm waist area. She felt through her feet the back muscles of him completely focused on hip thr*sts. His body was like every single muscle was a living beast. As she lightly stroked with her legs, he bared his teeth at her nape and lifted his hips high, then thr*st down.

“Are you curious about me?”

She couldn’t answer yes. Hng, uh. Only m*ans were all the words she could say. Being lifted and penetrated, she could only rely entirely on his hands, and her whole body was tense with fear of falling. She felt herself squeezing his thing tighter than usual.

“I’m asking, are you curious about me?”

But he didn’t consider her situation, pressing down on her entire body while only thrusting up below and asking. She momentarily forgot he was a man with a temper not just dirty but impatient.

He withdrew his hips back.

“Rosaline.”

Thud, whispering while deeply interlocked, he rotated his hips and her inner walls convulsed.

“Answer.”

Thud again, only her spread legs and her lower part writhing rhythmically moved. Marinated to the limit in pleasure, she nodded.

She had already cl*maxed long ago. The cycle of cl*max shortened, and each time he thr*st, pain-like pleasure continuously crashed over her.

“Yes, yesss.”

Lest he not know her meaning, she pressed her cheek to his and even rubbed her lips, as if his sharp nose would be crushed against her soft skin.

“I’m curious about you, Romeo.”

“Ha……”

With a long breath, he squeezed her buttocks with all his might and forced his c*ck in. Though the shaft that entered to the root couldn’t go further, it kept pushing in. Holding her buttocks being crushed in his grasp, they interlocked that tightly without gaps.

He rotated her buttocks instead of his waist. Then her insides were stirred roundly.

Her p*ssy moving rather than his c*ck brought different pleasure.

“Haah!”

His c*ck tilted diagonally, making space inside her p*ssy and pushing back. Messy friction sounds rang from their interlocked lower parts. Squelch, squelch. As he began moving his hips too, she cried out, convulsing. When sensations about to explode piled up without release, she felt like going crazy.

“Please, please……!”

Rosaline pleaded while feeling his heavily moving hips. He laughed.

“What should I do for you?”

“I don’t know, somehow… hngh.”

“Tell me to c*m inside.”

Romeo kissed her and pressed his body closer. Rosaline, trapped between the wall and the man’s body, writhed.

“Inside you, tell me to c*m my thing.”

“Do it, Romeo.”

Rosaline whispered faintly.

“C*m inside me.”

Before the command finished, his dark red *rect c*ck withdrew until the tip caught at her entrance. Then he thr*st up at an unbelievable speed. The crown of her head rang.

Thud, thud, thud, thud. Scraping all her inner walls, each time his c*ck withdrew, white foam spurted and dirtied their bellies. Rosaline could only cling to him, letting out death-rattle m*ans matching the rhythm of his rampage.

Of all places, at the Capulet residence. Of all places, in the cellar where Juliet kept her most cherished wines.

Their differently textured pubic hair mixed with bodily fl*ids, half-undressed and interlocked as one, obscene cries and crushed sighs filled the cool space.

Though she didn’t want to be caught, there was a strange question of what would happen if they were. Mother would cast her out, but would he forgive her? Though they’d absolutely never be caught and wouldn’t be caught, the immoral pleasure amplified by imagination alone was indescribable.

“Ah, ah. Ah, ha!”

His movements were violent enough to break her. Why was he so mischievous today especially? More than usual if anything, never less. She spread her legs wide and relied only on him, trying somehow to soothe him.

“So obedient, still.”

Barely yet dissatisfied, he thr*st deep with a laugh. As if her entire vaginal walls had become erogenous zones, she felt his swollen member completely. Yet when he pressed somewhere that made her feel even more, the cl*max piercing her mind poured out.

“Ah!!!”

His tongue interlocked with Rosaline’s open mouth. Romeo pounded her clenching p*ssy as she cl*maxed and *jaculated. Each time he withdrew and thr*st, sticky s*men filled inside and fl*ids flowing down his c*ck splattered everywhere, dirtying them. No different from beasts.

“Stop, mmph, stop. Stop moving… aah!”

“But you like it.”

Be honest, he added frantically while thrusting.

“Anyway, when it’s over, ha, won’t you go to Miss Capulet?”

Ah. Only now, only when things were this frantic did Rosaline realize why he was being mischievous.

Juliet was leaving on a trip with her fiancé today. Though not a long journey, they’d be apart quite a while, so she’d come down to prepare wine to Juliet’s taste.

He still coveted the heart she’d given to Juliet. Rosaline wasn’t sorry. That Romeo understood her meant he too had similar experiences. He too would have feelings he couldn’t give her.

In the end, they both had half-hearted feelings. So though not sorry, she felt tenderness based on their shared experience. Enough to be quite endearing.

“While Miss is, ah, away on her trip… I’ll be with you.”

Rosaline barely swallowed her m*ans and kissed his chin.

“She’ll be back soon, so will you stay in my room?”

Romeo paused his violent movements briefly. Though his thing was burdensome just to hold, still, with him stopped, she could see Romeo completely.

After a not-short silence, Romeo spoke as if spitting out.

“You’re only lovely to me like this.”

Squelch—before his words finished, his c*ck tilted diagonally and thr*st into her wet inner walls, creating gaps. He sucked her tongue slurp slurp to prevent her from speaking at all, lowering his hand to rub her cl*t.

“Be like this only for me, please.”

“Yeah, ah, aah.”

“Rosaline, Rosaline……”

Romeo thr*st savagely. Rosaline swayed endlessly, having stopped controlling her dangling body.

The squelching friction inside, the heat felt from his body, and his desire-filled black eyes—facing all of it, her mind combusted and only the vitality of being alive remained.

“Don’t go, Rosaline.”

Hearing the low voice murmuring her name, along with the crashing pleasure, a corner of her heart tingled.

“The wine, they can, handle it themselves.”

“Hng, ah.”

“Stay by my side.”

How long had it been since he *jaculated, yet his shaft swelled again and pressed her p*ssy. How persistent the tip was, pressing the spot that made her cry out and not letting go.

“Ha, ugh……!!!”

Swept up in surging passion, reaching her limit again, Rosaline screamed a cry close to a shriek. Even this was devoured by his demon-like lips, but it was okay.

She completely abandoned herself in her mind shattering to pieces.

* * *

Juliet’s fiancé, Count Paris, was five years older than her, but with his handsome appearance and kind personality, and owning the southern roads directly connected to the trading company’s income, he was the perfect groom.

Above all, he truly loved Juliet. When Juliet became the Capulet heir and their engagement nearly broke, he promised to use the Capulet name together and devote himself.

Count Paris came to Valher to travel with Juliet and couldn’t hide his excitement in the drawing room. Eventually he carefully took the hand of Juliet sitting beside him.

“Juliet, they say Apulia’s sea is emerald-colored. I’ve wanted so much to show you that place. I’m happy we’re going together.”

Previously troubled, Juliet finally smiled comfortably when her father Lord Capulet and Tybalt across from her just watched warmly.

“Count, sometimes you speak like a boy.”

“…Ah.”

“I’m not criticizing it as a flaw. It’s a compliment. I absolutely hate men who show off what they have.”

“Juliet, you may show off to me as much as you like.”

“I will, you know?”

“Aah! I’m sorry. I, I mean……”

Paris turned red to his ears, not knowing what to do. Juliet’s lips twitched to tease him more, finding him cute, but Tybalt stopped her.

“Uncle, please stop Julie. At this rate Count Paris will burn up leaving only ashes.”

Haha, Baron Capulet laughed loudly and waved his hand toward Juliet. Her father, he had black hair and blue eyes exactly like his daughter, and wore a benevolent smile.

“Yes, Julie. Stop it. For the sake of your father and Tybalt who’ll take on the work while you’re gone.”

When her father took Tybalt’s side, Juliet glared at him.

“Hmph, fine. Anyway, from today you two will be together.”

Lord Capulet looked at Juliet primly sipping her teacup as if she were lovely, then opened his mouth with quite serious eyes.

“Count, though late, I express my deep gratitude to you.”

He placed his hand on Tybalt’s shoulder. His expression oozed regret, pride, and sadness.

“That my most beloved nephew Tybalt could return safely from war was because you spent your own money to open roads and secure supply routes.”

Count Paris’s flushed expression also sank considerably.

“I only did what I should have done.”

“Count, humility is a luxury in this setting. My life is no different from you having saved it.”

Tybalt took his uncle’s side and helped seriously. Lord Capulet nodded and reached out to touch Paris’s knee.