She understood why they’d given him the nickname Kata. Truly a perfect creation.

Having only ever touched him desperately like grasping a lifeline while pinned beneath, she now took him into her hands thoroughly and sincerely. His smooth skin and heat, the long scars etched across him. Everything attached to his body felt pitiful and dear. Even the arm connected to the fingers buried inside her—she liked it all.

Her emotions felt ready to swell and burst. Rosaline kissed around his jaw and nose right before her, whispering frantically,

“I like you, I really like you… hah!”

He thr*st between his fingers enough to feel them, pressed hard on her sensitive spot, then withdrew without consideration for her trembling. While Rosaline’s mind melted from the cl*max he’d driven toward then abandoned, a blunt tip touched her.

No. Instinct warned. Her thoroughly melted insides still tingled with lingering pleasure. They’d had relations too often lately, so he’d been giving her breaks when she reached cl*max. But pushing in so urgently now—she couldn’t handle it.

She was about to stop him.

“……Ah!”

Romeo gripped her waist and thr*st his swollen c*ck in to the hilt. Fl*id leaking from the tip had already dampened the shaft, and her insides were thoroughly loosened, so he penetrated without difficulty. But to accept the heavy fullness filling her lower belly, she had to clench below involuntarily.

“Hah… Rosaline.”

His eyes were completely unfocused. His voice was rough as cracked sand. Romeo went beyond lightly thrusting up into the contracting inner walls that made his spine tingle—he sat up fully and stirred her insides in circles.

“Aah, hah!”

Rosaline arched her back and trembled from the vicious pleasure. He looked down at her lower belly with utter ruthlessness. Tight and hot. Warm. A woman lay before him with legs spread, utterly harmless and at a loss. Her black hair clung to her skin everywhere as always, moving with each breath.

She seemed like sweet prey at a glance, but she was poison that always killed him. Knowing she was poison, what did that make him for consuming her anyway?

He was tormenting her relentlessly while rolling his hips when Rosaline’s eyes, wandering through the air, met his and curved with mirth.

“You’re really just trying to make me f*ck you.”

He gripped her waist and began thrusting. He pulled out until the gl*ns showed, then plunged to the root until his balls slapped against her. Each time the firm tip and fierce shaft scraped past her inner walls, pleasure devoured her mind.

She couldn’t even think to grab him in the face of the suddenly rushing act and flailed around her. The reliefs and candles arranged for god toppled and fell.

“Ngh, ah, aah, hah!”

“Tell me, again……”

Smack—his c*ck suddenly buried deep and pressed to the very end while he gripped the back of her knees and came. Her belly turned over and her inner walls clenched around his c*ck under the pressure, sending a shuddering thrill through her. Rosaline moaned while embracing his approaching body like salvation.

He continued his long release with shallow movements. Thick s*men and love fl*ids frothed white and leaked between their joined opening. While she gazed through hazy eyes at the obscene sight, his hand that had been slowly kneading her br*asts descended to touch her lower belly.

“Tell me again, I said.”

What? Rosaline truly couldn’t think of anything and only felt puzzled. But he gave no answer and applied pressure with the hand on her lower belly while his c*ck remained fully buried. She’d thought he was simply caressing, but that illusion evaporated instantly.

“Ah, aah!”

He spread his palm to press down on her entire lower belly, and with his downward-facing thumb he crushed her cl*toris. And unlike before, he moved mercilessly slowly enough for the shape of his c*ck to be felt completely inside her body. The red flesh of her p*ssy clung and pulled out each time his c*ck withdrew, and when it entered, it sank concave and deep.

Romeo clearly knew that slowly pressing inside made Rosaline cl*max longer and deeper. Trying to resent Romeo for doing this knowingly, Rosaline only had tears streaming out from the unbearable ecstatic sensation.

“Tell me, Rosaline.”

He applied more pressure with his hand while bending down and rubbing his lips against hers. Arrogant for someone supposedly begging. No wonder, since his c*ck buried to the hilt continuously struck and pressed her sensitive spot. Rosaline did her best to retrace the earlier situation and found the answer.

“I like you, Romeo.”

To hear just these words, he nagged this much? Rosaline felt both exasperated and amused as a smile crept out. Watching the curve of her lips, his eyes darkened further.

The downward angle tilted diagonally. From bottom to top, the deeply buried c*ck swelled to its limit. Because he kept pressing down on her lower belly with his palm, her vaginal muscles contracted and pleasure exploded. It felt like only he remained, without god, Juliet, or Mother.

“One more time. Say it.”

“I li-like you… hngh!”

Romeo collapsed over her and mixed their lips while their skin touched without gaps. Squelch, smack. With his c*ck thickened from not going soft, he pressed inside again hard enough to hollow the muscles of her buttocks. The tip pressing against her cervix spewed thick s*men again.

“Hah, ah. Mmph.”

Each time he touched her tongue she flinched and bit down on his c*ck, so when he shook his hips lightly, she hugged him harder with thin arms. Admirable, lovely.

“Rosaline……”

The most vulgar and base fl*id created by their debauchery flowed down their thighs and the valley of their buttocks. Beneath god, having shown their absolute depths, they kissed softly like spores.

Their dirtied kiss didn’t end for a long time.

Since mornings were busy with preparations, the letters Rosaline wrote to Romeo were generally simple. From trite greetings wishing him a good day, to sometimes scolding him or writing passages from books that suited him. When she did, he’d ramble about the letter contents when Rosaline returned—whether the content was good, boring, or demanding she write longer with various evaluations and requests.

Ten days had passed like this. The moment she entered the room, he’d been waiting and suddenly hooked her waist to shower kisses on her cheek.

“Today’s is too short. ‘Make sure to eat well.’ Do I look like I’m starving?”

These days he seemed to be preparing something separately too. It had become routine for him to leave when Rosaline left, then return on time. She’d been thinking it fortunate since Mother’s gaze had grown more persistent lately. Rosaline pushed at the arms that wouldn’t release and glanced at him sharply.

“If you want more sincere letters, Romeo should write replies too.”

He never gave even short replies. She was about to interrogate him about why he wouldn’t write letters when he lifted Rosaline up. Romeo, having seated her on the bed, knelt and removed her shoes. The series of actions up to soaking her feet in pre-drawn water was natural and swift.

“They’re dirty.”

“It’s fine.”

“You’re trying to change the subject, aren’t you?”

“……”

Her bare feet overworked all day weren’t even dirty as he thoroughly washed the small, rough feet that fit in one hand. When he first touched her feet, Rosaline had been horrified too, but she let him do as he pleased since he insisted.

“I have no talent for writing.”

After washing her feet for a while, he confessed.

“Even if I write, I can only write things like how well we finished mass considering how we defiled the altar.”

It was a truly terrible reason, but somehow she didn’t believe it. Rosaline looked down at him meticulously wiping her feet with suspicious eyes.

“So you’re only good with your mouth, is that it?”

“……Yes.”

“You know your eyes get more intense when you lie, right?”

“……”

He blinked as if completely unexpected. Of course it was a lie, but Rosaline had no intention of speaking honestly. She didn’t actually know Romeo’s habits when lying either.

“……I can’t write.”

Rosaline was surprised by the completely unexpected answer. His lips stiffened further.

“What?”

“I know letters but can’t write well. I can’t write as prettily and neatly as you, I’m clumsy. It’s not elegant either, so receiving it would only make you feel bad.”

“You mean you have bad handwriting.”

Romeo pushed the water bowl aside as if unwilling to talk more and climbed onto the bed to embrace her. It seemed to be the right answer. Rosaline squirmed with sparkling eyes.

“Wait, Romeo. Let me see once. Please?”

“……”

He was obstinate. He hugged Rosaline’s waist and buried his face in her belly, not showing his expression. Looking at his broad back and his legs awkwardly folded on the small bed, Rosaline could only laugh.

She bent her waist to brush aside the blond hair covering his ear and whispered:

“I’ll help you write prettily.”

His head turned slightly. His eyes and cheeks showed. His black pupils slowly rolled to fix on Rosaline. Like telling her to say more.

“When I leave Valher and live at the temple, we can’t see each other every day. Then we’ll have to exchange letters.”

“……Mm.”

“I won’t feel bad no matter what you write, okay? I’ll teach… ah!”

Romeo suddenly climbed on top while covered by the blanket. In the deep darkness, he embraced her and kissed her fervently. He traced her teeth, chewed her tongue, and controlled her breathing. Only after taking his fill did he press his forehead to hers and laugh.