It was animalistic s*x.

It was always animalistic, but today it was worse, and every time he thrust, splashes of water spread around us.

“Ha, doing this in the water makes it so good, doctor, ah…”

“Aaah, aaah, haah-!”

“We’ll have to do it here, often. Hmph…”

I shook my head at the sound of his whispered voice. Another of his exaggerated pleasure thrusts began. I cl*maxed again. It came and went, and then his fingers came down on my an*s, filling it to the roots while his blunt p*nis thrust deep down into my v*ginal walls.

“Aaahhhhhhh!”

I tried to shake my legs to get away from him, but my legs were tied tightly and I had to follow his movements.

He increased his thrust even more. He stopped rocking my body and started rocking his waist instead, holding my legs tightly together.

Puck, puck, puck, puck, puck.

Even though it was difficult to move underwater, he was merciless.

I groaned as he pushed me upwards. He held my shaking body so that it was immobilized to receive his c*ck.

“Ahhh, ahhh! Ahhhhh!”

A series of soft moans that I couldn’t have imagined coming out of my mouth.

I cl*maxed again as his p*nis poked and prodded into me, hitting the right sensitive spot.

This time it was hard. Had I been out of the water, I would have seen the clear liquid burst and flow out. My back arched backward as my eyes went white, holding my breath and enduring the explosive pleasure.

Supporting my body as it fell backward, Cane thrust his d*ck in and out a few more times before ej*culating.

“Ha, ah, okay, f*ck…!”

Cane groaned. His broad shoulders trembled. His hips swayed a few more times, his arousal still palpable even as he cl*maxed.

Our bodies were so hot that the pool water felt lukewarm.

As I savored the afterglow of my climax, Cane caught my lips and s*cked them slowly. He took my lower lip, then my upper. His thick tongue slid in and entwined with mine. They tasted sweet.

We nibbled and licked and played with each other’s tongues until Cane pulled his lips away and pulled out his c*ck. I gasped and went limp, but he still didn’t let me down.

His lips brushed against my jaw and he bit lightly, a dull pain shooting through me.

“Ah…”

“Isn’t playing around in the water fun?”

“…Is this what you call playing in the water, Cane?” 

I was surprised. 

“It’s definitely more exciting than just swimming.”

He laughed. A sleepy feeling came over me. I had felt several orgasms earlier in the morning and now I was doing it in the pool.

“I think playing with you is the most fun, Doctor.”

Cane whispered playfully as he kissed me next to my eyes. Since the only ‘play’ we did together was s*x, it made sense for him to say that s*x was the most fun.

I sighed softly and patted him on the shoulder, signaling for him to put me down. But Cane walked confidently to the edge of the pool, still holding me.

He lifted me and sat me on the edge of the pool. Just as I was about to pull my hips back to get out of the water, he grabbed my legs and spread them apart. I instinctively tried to shake my legs free, but I couldn’t find the strength.

“Ah…! What are you doing?”

“I wanted to see.”

Cane rubbed his fingers over my p*ssy, mixing the sperm and the juices. The sound of fluid and flesh rubbing together echoed and I shuddered at the pleasure my sensitized body was giving me.

“I think I’m addicted to you, Doctor.”

Cane muttered to himself. He seemed to become more obsessed with my body with each passing day. He touched it, took it, bit it, and s*cked it, more intensely than before.

“Let’s take a shower together.”

Sensing that he might try to touch me again if I didn’t act, I gently pulled Cane toward me while subtly closing my legs. He easily followed my lead and stepped out of the water.

His still-er*ect p*nis peeked out from beneath his loosely fitting shorts. It was a comical sight, but Cane didn’t seem to mind as he casually exposed himself and began to stroke it. As I led him toward the shower, he finally slid off his shorts and carelessly tossed them aside as he followed me.

It felt like I was dealing with a large wild animal—one that could bite at any moment.

“Were you tired?”

Cane whispered, pressing up closely behind me. His voice was so low it sent a chill through my ear.

“Having s*x with you every day is exhausting.”

I covered my ears, feeling irritated for no particular reason. Cane laughed softly.

Surprisingly, he remained quite cooperative during the entire process of washing. He frequently kissed the back of my neck and the insides of my arms but didn’t push for anything more. Each time he touched me, it was playful and light, not intense, leaving me with a strange sensation.

Washing off the soap and drying my body were simple, everyday tasks, but his rough hands, though clumsy, moved with surprising gentleness.

It gave me a conflicting feeling as if I were someone incredibly precious to him. I knew it was just a fleeting illusion, so I suppressed the strange tingling it caused.

Eventually, I couldn’t fight off the drowsiness after the shower and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, it was already past 2 o’clock. I couldn’t blame Cane; I had to blame my own body for giving in to his temptations. But if I did that, I’d end up blaming Cane for making my body react this way, which oddly felt like a fair conclusion in itself.

After changing my clothes, I headed to the kitchen, and to my surprise, Mio was preparing lunch. It was an unfamiliar but refreshing sight to see her there, as Noel usually handled the meals. He was nowhere to be seen.

“Mio!” 

“Oh, young lady!”

Mio blushed shyly when she saw me, looking so adorable that I almost wanted to pinch her cheeks. 

“Where’s Noel?”

She tilted her head in confusion. 

“Are you talking about the master?” 

I nodded, recognizing the word master. It seemed she didn’t know the name Noel, which likely meant she wasn’t aware of Theo’s multiple personality condition. 

“He said he had something urgent to take care of.”

When I didn’t quite understand her response, Mio mimed the motion of writing something intently. I smiled and nodded, realizing she was now free to move around the mansion. That made things a lot easier for me, too.

“Mio, you should eat with me.

I said in Arkelese, pretending to eat.

She waved her hands and stepped back, signaling that she had already eaten. It hit me then—I needed to learn Seyonese. Even if I wanted to ask her something, the language barrier made it impossible to get the answers I wanted. Still, Mio’s gestures and expressions were undeniably cute.

***

Although we could have studied on the comfortable sofa in the large living room, I still felt uneasy about the possibility of hidden cameras. As meticulous as Theo was, he wouldn’t have installed cameras in the hallway. Besides, the glass hallway, being entirely transparent, would make any cameras easy to spot.

Mio didn’t seem to understand why I preferred studying in the glass hallway over a cozy sofa, but she followed me without question.

She had a pleasant scent, like well-roasted beans, a fragrance so distinctively hers that it made me smile.

Seyonese was surprisingly easy to learn. Its word combinations were much simpler compared to Arkelese, and the textbook was well-organized. After spending the entire afternoon focused on learning, I was able to form sentences using basic words and verbs. Mio was quite impressed.

Are you a genius, young lady?”

“I’m not a genius.”

I replied with a laugh, finding her excitement adorable. 

“How old are you, Mio?” 

“I’m 20 years old.” 

So young. Just as I had expected.

I had so many questions for her. As I flipped through the textbook, trying to recall what I’d learned, I hesitantly began asking. I intended to take it slow, but before I realized it, my curiosity spilled out in a flurry of random questions.

“Where do you live?”

I asked, pointing toward the distant buildings outside the window. Mio smiled brightly and answered. 

“I live in the village.”

“That must make it hard to get around.”

Mio, perhaps thinking it was just a polite remark, shook her head. 

“It’s okay!”

She replied cheerfully, her bright and positive nature shining through. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt for trying to gather information from such a sweet girl. If Theo found out, there was no doubt that Mio would be fired. Luckily, neither Theo nor Noel seemed to mind how close Mio and I had become—they hadn’t shown their faces. That worked in my favor.

“What do you use to get around?”

“A bicycle!”

She said, but I didn’t catch the word. Mio flipped through the textbook and eventually pointed to the word bicycle. I blinked in surprise. The picture next to it showed an unfamiliar hunk of metal. I’d heard that some people rode such vehicles, but I had never seen one in Arkel, so it fascinated me.