Cane smiled wryly. Hearing him refer to himself as a monster stirred a strange sense of pity within me. It was frightening, but not as much as it once had been. He was the man who held me in his arms every day, and I always found pleasure in his embrace.

“Now that the war is over, things will get better.”

I stopped swimming, put my feet on the pool floor, and rubbed my eyes to wipe it off. Water had splashed into my eyes, causing them to sting. At that moment, Cane laughs softly. Puzzled by his sudden laughter, I looked at him curiously.

“The war isn’t over, Doctor.”

For a moment, I wondered if Cane had lost his mind, confusing past and present.

“Seyon dreams of unifying the continent.”

Cane laughed deeply, leaving me confused. I had been born in a peaceful era, with knowledge of war limited to textbooks; I had never experienced it firsthand. Yet here, in the serene setting of a beautiful mansion’s pool, Cane was making startling remarks about Seyon starting a war.

“What… does that mean?”

“Well, anyway, it’s nice to have you comfort me, Doctor. Feels like therapy.”

Cane replied with a broad smile. His casual dismissal was infuriating. I was about to press him further, but he stepped closer.

“And you look really beautiful in your swimsuit.”

His large hand gently brushed my ear. I trembled at the warmth in his touch as his lazy, heated gaze roamed over me.

Cane’s teasing touch on my earlobe felt hot, and I was sure it had turned red. His heated gaze lingered on my body, submerged in the water. That look alone sent a warm sensation rising in my stomach. He was the perfect master of my body.

I knew this would happen.

I never expected peaceful, innocent swimming with Cane. While I hadn’t imagined we would do something right in the pool, he was always a man who exceeded expectations.

The hand that had been grazing my ear slowly moved down to caress my collarbone, sending a shiver through me. My body, already so familiar with his touch, responded instinctively, stirring with excitement like a well-tuned machine.

“Cane… stop…”

I grasped his hand, trying to hold him back. But he pulled me closer, our bodies nearly touching.

“Wearing something like this and showing up… you think it’s wrong to do something here?”

I couldn’t understand what was going through his head. My light blue swimsuit was far too plain to provoke such a reaction.

“Doctor, your figure is fully exposed.”

His other hand—free from my grip—traced the curves from my chest to my waist. The sensation of his warm hand moving over my swimsuit felt incredibly indecent.

Every time his fingertips lightly brushed against my br*astt, a soft moan escaped my lips. Even in the cool water, my body burned with heat. My body was completely flushed, and it was overwhelming.

“Let’s get out of here.”

I tried to pull Cane away, but he didn’t budge.

“Shh…”

He signaled for me to be quiet as his hand slipped between my legs. I jumped in surprise and instinctively closed my legs. I couldn’t help looking around. As usual, I couldn’t see anyone else in the garden or on the terrace.

“We can’t do this here!”

I whispered in horror. It would be less weird to have s*x on the terrace than in the pool.

“It’s OK. The water is automatically purified every day. They even change it”.

“That’s not what I meant…”

He pulled my swimsuit aside and his thick finger began to stroke my cl*t. The flesh of my l*bia bulged against the tight swimsuit.

My v*gina is getting wet. Cane suddenly took his long, hard p*nis slowly and gently.

“So hot.”

Cane said, snapping his fingers, a hint of lust in his voice. His fingers, slightly cooler than usual from being in the water, probed steadily into my hole, the temperature difference perhaps making it feel hotter inside.

My tight v*ginal walls were unable to accommodate even a single finger.

It felt even worse when I stood with my legs together. I couldn’t help but spread my legs a little further apart.

“Aaahhhh…!”

Cane, now able to move more easily, extended his fingers to two. My fleshy wall stretched. Poke, poke. Each time Cane’s fingertips penetrated my v*ginal wall, the pleasure surged. It was so strange to think that my flowing juices would mix with the pool water and disperse.

As Cane pushed his finger as deep as he could and wiggled it inside my hole, my swimsuit, which had been pulled aside, began to squeeze harder, pressing against my cl*t.

“Mmm, mmm…ha…”

My legs spread further apart and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Cane stared down at me with his dark eyes and moved his hand.

“You’re so beautiful. Why do you look so beautiful, Doctor?”

Cane asked, tilting his head as if he were genuinely curious.

Two of his fingers swirled in large circles inside my v*gina. My hole seemed to expand. And it felt like water was pouring in. But it couldn’t be. The fingers and the wall of flesh were tight, without any gaps.

“I want to hit you here.”

“Oh, no…no, Cane…hmmm…!”

I begged him, but it wouldn’t have been convincing if I’d said it standing there with my arms around his neck.

Cane lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around his arm. His fingers that had been probing my hole slipped out and as he pulled his trunks down his angry c*ck emerged from the water. A thick, blunt p*nis appeared between his spread legs.

He rubbed the tip of his c*ck at the entrance to my hole. The feel of his c*ck against the cold water was strange and subtle.

I shuddered, knowing the pleasure it would bring. The tip of his c*ck poked through his fingers, lifting the slightly parted petals.

It felt as if it could enter my hole at any moment.

My v*gina quivered at the sensation of being ripped open. Cane could push me to the limit with the smallest of movements.

“What should I do? Doctor, should we stop now because we can’t do it here?”

Cane smiled. His hands slowly kneaded my br**sts. Even though he was kneading through the padding of my swimsuit, the pleasure was so intense that it hit my spine. My mind crumbled.

“Oh, put it in, Cane…!”

As soon as I had begged, his p*nis, which had been lingering at the entrance, pushed roughly into my hole. My v*gina opened to its limits and the cells of my stretched v*ginal walls throbbed with pleasure.

“It’s good to do it here.”

Cane rumbled as he thrust in and out, up and down. I wanted to look at him, but the feel of his c*ck in my hole only made me cum.

My body shook with every thrust of his c*ck. I squeezed his balls. It felt good and I wanted more stimulation. I wanted him to f*ck me as hard as he had earlier in the room.

“Ah, ahh! Haah, I want mmmm, Cane…!”

“What do you want me to do doctor, say it clearly.”

Cane looked down at me lazily, shaking his head like an animal. It was obvious he knew what I was saying, but he was mocking me.

“Touch my back, touch my back.”

My face turned red. His throbbing p*nis made me cling even tighter to his body. Cane kissed my ear as if surprised that I was speaking voluntarily.

“Do you want me to touch your bum, Doctor?”

“Hak, yeah, yeah…mmmmm!”

He pushed my swimsuit further aside and his hand traced every crease of my sensitive an*s. My head fell back. Before I knew it, his finger was slowly pushing my an*s hole and entered.

The movement of his p*nis against my p*ssy was slow. He pushed in slowly with a long breath, then rubbed the spot he was probing, then pulled out. The flesh slowly opened and closed to match the movement.

The fingers inside my an*s were even tighter than usual now that the water had washed away my juices. Cane pushed his fingers in with determination, all the way to the root. My whole body jerked, twitched, and shuddered as if I’d been electrocuted.

He didn’t take his fingers out of my an*s, he just pushed them right where I could feel them inside. While his p*nis in my p*ssy was still slowly penetrating me. The movement was minimal but enough to set my nerves on edge.

“Ahhh! Ugh!”

I cl*maxed and my body went rigid.

It was as if every nerve in my body was being tossed out of the pool and thrown far away.

“Ahhhhhhh…!”

Cane gasped, digging his fingers tightly into my an*s, pressing down hard on the sensitive spot that was throbbing and quivering, then frantically thrusting his c*ck in and out.

Puck, puck, puck, puck.

My fleshy, wet v*gina, released and squeezed by the pleasure of my org*sm, was now being repeatedly thrust by his p*nis. This moment was the most dizzying. Behind the big waves, my body was being buffeted by other small and large waves of climax. I dug my nails into his shoulders.

“Aah, Ca, ne, stop, ahhh”

“I’m not, ha, far enough.”

As he nibbled on my ear, Cane wrapped my other leg around his arm as I struggled to hold on. With both legs in his arms, I was completely hanging from him. His p*nis slipped out briefly as my body was lifted.

As soon as I caught my breath, his weapon-like p*nis slammed back into my hole with precision.

“Aaah…!”

All I could do was cling to him like a baby, accepting his vicious, violent c*ck. His forearms, holding my body, grew thick and sinewy.

Cane impaled my p*ssy on his p*nis with seemingly no effort, rocking his hips and thrusting his p*nis into my hole.