Chapter 1.4

She tried to turn her head to check, but of course, she couldn’t see clearly.

“Fi… Firenze…. Is that… could it be…….”

Unable to say the words out loud, she turned her head, and Firenze leaned in beside her face. Their noses almost touched, and his lips, slick with her juices, stretched wide.

Unlike before, when he couldn’t meet her eyes, now his silver gaze locked onto her pink eyes without hesitation.

“I’ll block the entrance where your lewd water flows out with my c*ck, My Lady.”

He then closed his eyes and smiled so innocently, like water from a pristine spring, as he began to devour Syria.

Syria’s lips parted in shock. She couldn’t believe what Firenze had just said with such a pure face.

‘What did he just say? So… what’s inside me right now is a man’s… that?’

A word she’d only vaguely known, one she’d never heard aloud outside of an *rotic novel, Firenze had spoken so calmly.

Syria’s jaw dropped slowly, her mouth opening wide again. Firenze watched her flustered expression as if nothing was wrong.

“What is this even…, hhm.”

Syria tried to question the absurd situation, but Firenze’s lips silenced her.

Their faces were already close, but now their lips pressed together, becoming one. Firenze’s lips swallowed Syria’s parted lips at once.

Then, his tongue gently pushed between her lips. The soft tongue parted her delicate lips, sweeping here and there.

He teased every part inside her mouth, from the skin behind her teeth to the roof of her mouth, and Syria’s mind began to go blank again.

‘This feels… so strange…….’

Her tongue tried to escape in panic, but Firenze’s chased and wrapped around it, pulling her in. As he did, Syria’s eyes trembled slightly. Firenze didn’t blink, watching her reaction as her eyes turned red.

“Hhhhm… mm.”

Syria’s tongue was pulled so hard it curled to the root, and the numb pain made it difficult for her to breathe. Gasping for air, Syria weakly placed her hand on Firenze’s chest, pushing as if to ask him to let her go.

Of course, her knight, who was also the Deputy Commander, had a body that, despite its long, slender legs, was wrapped in solid muscle. Her pushing had no effect at all.

She frantically patted his chest again. Fortunately, he understood her intention and slowly released her tongue, letting it slip free.

Their saliva stretched between them like a long spider’s thread, but it wasn’t just saliva that coated both their lips.

“Haa… haa…….”

‘I can’t believe I kissed Sir Firenze…….’

Syria was so lost in this intense kiss that she momentarily forgot there was a man’s member inside her.

She took a deep breath, but Firenze’s gaze only grew heavier. In his eyes, only the enchanting face of the lady, her eyes wet with desire, was reflected.

“My Lady, if you keep tempting me like this, it’ll be difficult for me.”

His serious tone made Syria turn her gaze to him, and she saw his handsome face frown slightly, as if troubled.

“……Tempted you? ……When?”

No matter how she thought about it, Syria couldn’t figure out when she’d supposedly tempted him.

“I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to move.”

He spoke with such politeness, then reached his long arm around Syria from behind, wrapping her waist in one motion. Slowly, he began to pull his hips back.

As he withdrew, the object that had filled Syria’s belly pulled against her inner walls, causing a dull ache that enveloped her lower body. The man’s member that had reached deep inside her began to move.

“Hng… it hurts…….”

Firenze, who had pulled out quickly, now thr*st his hips forward sharply. Syria’s buttocks were pressed, and her body collapsed forward.

Suuuk.

“Hik…. Hhm…….”

The heavy pillar that had been pulling out now settled deeply into her secret place once again. Pain surged in at the same time. Firenze had been right—it did hurt.

‘He said it would hurt a little…….’

Syria bit her lips in pain. It felt like she was bruised, or had a cramp. No, it was more like muscle soreness throughout her body. Her lower back felt like it might snap, and the discomfort below tugged at her entire lower half.

‘But there was nothing like this in the novel…….’

It was supposed to be a general audience novel, not some adult-rated story. She hadn’t finished reading it, but she was sure. There was never a scene where Lady Syria Dronia did this with her knight.

If there had been any adult scenes, she wouldn’t have fallen asleep so easily. Unable to bear it, Syria pushed at the desk, then began pounding on the surface. Firenze’s presence was almost too much.

“Hng…. It hurts… too much…….”

As Syria tried to push him away with her legs, Firenze’s previously calm voice became urgent.

“Ugh…. Please don’t squeeze so tightly.”

The more Syria struggled in pain, the more she pressed her legs together, unknowingly squeezing and tightening around Firenze’s member inside her.

Despite Syria’s desperate gestures, Firenze’s hips kept moving back and forth.

Puuuk, puck!

Firenze’s member, like a bat, pounded into her relentlessly. Like a pestle grinding, the tip of his member struck the deepest part of Syria’s insides. He kept thrusting all the way in, pulling out, and pushing in again, mercilessly stirring her inner walls.

Syria’s back arched, her body trembling as if in convulsions. Each time Firenze’s hips snapped forward, the desk shook loudly under their combined weight.

Thud, thud.

The sound of the desk rattling was as regular as the ticking of a metronome during piano lessons.

“Hng… haa… haang.”

Embarrassing sounds she’d never made before kept escaping Syria. Pain and strange sensations twisted together, surging through her. From her toes up, a tingling sensation raced through her whole body.

‘So much for blocking the water…….’

Syria realized she’d been caught like a foolish fish on Firenze’s line. The water that had dripped from her like a broken faucet now poured out as if the faucet’s curve had snapped off. Her legs were soaked, and the rug beneath them was surely drenched.

“My Lady, you’re absolutely soaked down here.”

Even though she already knew, hearing Firenze confirm it made Syria want to die of embarrassment.

‘How can I feel this much on my first time…….’

Firenze had been right: it hurt at first, but soon the pain transformed into pleasure she’d never known.

‘I really am a pervert…….’

Syria realized she truly was a pervert. The excitement was different from when she’d been aroused by someone’s backside.

Squish, slap, puck.

“S-stop… hng.”

Despite the new pleasure, Syria bit her lips and moaned painfully. If things kept going at this pace, she felt she’d be ruined down below.

“Ugh…….”

But Firenze’s movements didn’t stop, even as he let out a short, sighing m*an. In fact, his pace only quickened at her pleas.

“My Lady, your body keeps squeezing and pulling my c*ck. Do you really want me to stop?”

“Hng… haang… haang.”

She tried to answer, but only m*ans came out, nothing else.

Syria began to wonder if the person moving inside her could really be the loyal knight she knew. The serious, devoted Firenze was gone, replaced by a beast speaking crude words and devouring her.

“If you want me to stop, I will.”

Firenze offered, but he knew there was never any stopping from the beginning. From the moment he drank her lewd nectar, or perhaps from the moment she slapped his b*tt, he’d already lost control.

“Hng…. St-stop… haang!”

Syria tried again to say stop, but her m*an echoed through the room. As if to interrupt her, Firenze’s member thr*st savagely inside, reaching so deep the tip seemed to touch her womb.

‘He’s definitely doing this on purpose.’

If Firenze had looked into her eyes, he would have seen her glare, but all his attention was focused below, on his member plunging in and out of her.

Syria’s delicate body shook violently, like a willow caught in a storm.

“Ugh…. My Lady…, I can’t hold back anymore. Please… grant me permission…….”

“……Hng. Wh-what permission……?”

“To release my seed inside you, My Lady……”

Syria was so dizzy from all the shaking, she didn’t even know what ‘seed’ meant, but she nodded her head, moaning.

Before her permission was even finished, Firenze grabbed Syria’s hips tightly and thr*st even more forcefully. After a moment of frantic movement, his body trembled and collapsed over hers.

Hot energy flooded into Syria’s belly, and as Firenze’s member pulled out, viscous liquid mixed with her own flowed down between her thighs. With her cheek pressed to the desk, Syria turned to face Firenze, who had wrapped her in his arms from behind.

“Haa…. You said you’d keep the water from flowing……”

Syria pouted, her eyes glaring at him.

“……It seems I’ll have to block it again.”

Firenze shook his silver hair, damp with sweat, and spoke seriously, his expression as innocent as if to say, ‘I won’t hurt you this time,’ or ‘I won’t eat you.’