Evelyn bore the full weight of Andymion’s n*ked gaze, half-crazed with open desire and hunger.

“Ah! Hngh…!”

Andymion, who wanted to hear nothing from her but m*ans, began greedily mouthing and sucking at her br*asts.

Chu, chup.

He swirled his tongue, and with flesh grown all the hotter, he bit and licked at her stiffened, sensitive n*pples again and again, relentlessly.

The room warmed as wet, sticky sounds filled it completely.

Even so, his deep violet eyes never let go of the sight of Evelyn responding honestly to his touch.

His gaze was sharp enough to seem to pierce through every truth, yet smoldering, and the shame of it sent heat rushing to Evelyn’s face.

Unable to bear meeting that gaze any longer, Evelyn raised one arm to cover her face.

But she was stopped immediately, as though he would not allow it, and she bit down hard on her lower lip, panting with ragged breath, trying her best not to let a single m*an slip out.

“Ugh!”

Her full br*asts, her small ears, the straight, pale nape of her neck.

His red lips sought out every spot where Evelyn was especially sensitive and worked at them stubbornly.

Each time, the pleasure tightened and spread through her lower belly, and Evelyn let out m*ans she couldn’t hold back, twisting her body as it arched beyond her control.

“For someone talking about a breakup, your body seems a little too honest, don’t you think?”

He lifted the hand that had left red imprints across her full br*asts, pushed through the obstructing skirt, and moved toward the sensitive mound between her legs.

Then, with somewhat rough hands, he pushed aside Evelyn’s underwear and dragged his fingers upward along her already slick folds.

“Ugh, hnh!”

His blunt fingertips parted the soft flesh of Evelyn’s most private place and stroked upward, soon finding her entrance.

He circled around it, teasing and stroking, then repeatedly pushed a single knuckle shallowly inside before pulling back out.

Evelyn trembled at his brazen touch, feeling her toes curl, and pressed both hands over her mouth to swallow her m*ans.

“Huu.”

He let out a long breath, already short of it, and undid the buckle of his trousers, freeing his angry, straining length.

Then he thr*st deep into her narrow walls, which were more than ready to take him in despite the inadequate f*replay.

“Hng, ah…!”

His length, which had always felt overwhelming even when he entered slowly, was driven in all at once to the root, rough and without restraint.

Evelyn arched her back and cried out at the shudder and sensation that crashed through her entire body at once, tilting her chin up as she trembled.

‘I have to push him away before it’s too late. I have to.’

Evelyn knew in her head that she needed to push him away, but her body was the opposite, and she could not bring it under her own will.

Each time his hips pulled back until only the swollen tip remained and then drove back in to the root, the overwhelming fullness swallowed Evelyn beyond all control.

Even after so few thr*sts, white slick had begun to drip from the seam of Evelyn’s entrance, clenched tight around his thick length.

“Your body is saying no.”

“That has, hng, nothing to, do with… ugh!”

Evelyn had been continuing her beautiful song of pained m*ans, but when she tried to add a useless excuse on top of it, she irritated him.

He furrowed his brow slightly, gripped her hips firmly with his large hands, and drove deeper still, swallowing Evelyn up once more.

“Ah, yes! Ugh… Y, Your Grace!”

Her eyes, reddened and unfocused from the pleasure crashing over her without pause. Her pale, full br*asts heaving and swaying with each ragged breath. Her red lips, swollen and wet with saliva.

As he stared down intently at Evelyn growing more and more beautifully undone in his arms, self-reproach crept in.

He wanted to strike himself for being so base, unable to overcome an irrational impulse, but his desperate desire not to lose Evelyn spurred him on with force.

“Ugh! Your Grace, stop…! Ah!”

He wanted to swallow Evelyn whole, from head to toe, so she could never run from him again.

If he could fill her body completely with nothing but excitement and pleasure, leaving her mind too hazy to think of anything at all, perhaps she would not bring up the word “farewell” again.

He had no intention of letting her go until he heard the words he wanted, and his thr*sts only grew more fierce.

“Hah, ugh…!”

The more clearly she felt the sensation driving up into her, the less Evelyn could hold onto coherent thought or judgment, and she crumbled further.

Contrary to the cruelty with which she had pushed him away moments before, Evelyn found herself strangely unable to refuse him as he grew more desperately longing with every joining.

Perhaps the very attempt to leave him had been reckless, given that she now knew the reason they had been drawn to each other instinctively from the start.

Evelyn swallowed deep a self-mocking thought laced with futility, and then resented the reality that left her no choice but to pick between the lesser and the greater evil.

‘I wish time would just stop like this.’

If this moment, pressed down completely in your warm and wide embrace that swallows and quiets every worry and thought, could go on forever.

If only it could, then there would be no need to hurt you against her will, no heartache from having to make a choice like this.

“Ugh, hah… p, please… stop… hng!”

Evelyn, desperately wishing for something that could never come true, found herself wrapping both arms around his neck and clinging to him without even realizing it.

Irresistible excitement and pleasure surged and receded like rough waves, again and again.

Unable to bear the ecstasy wrapping her entire body in heat, Evelyn clung to him even tighter, her face on the verge of tears.

Each time he drove up into her, she simply took it.

She had been doing nothing but swaying helplessly beneath him, receiving everything he poured into her without resistance, momentarily forgetting her purpose.

‘You’re clever, so I won’t bother spelling it out. I trust you’ll make the wise choice.’

What brought Evelyn’s nearly shattered reason suddenly back was none other than the words of Emperor Cain.

Cain, throwing out words no different from a threat while letting a composed, vile smile play on his lips.

The memory of that night, when she had been forced to etch that terrible sight into her own eyes, surfaced vividly, and Evelyn flinched with a start.

If it had been a nightmare, she could have shaken it off, but it was reality, and so she could not.

Having barely managed to reclaim her reason as it had been slipping away into the distance, Evelyn cupped his cheek gently and called to him.

“Andy.”

Evelyn’s voice, speaking the nickname only the two of them called each other, was sweetly saturated.

That single short word was enough to stop Andymion, whose mood had been twisted by her refusal to call his name until now.

The warmth of her hand softly stroking his cheek.

The desperate look in her eyes, moist and glistening, as she gazed up at him.

Andymion felt every last negative emotion that had been boiling up ready to burst settle in an instant, like magic.

‘Perhaps I can still hear the answer I want.’

Clinging desperately to that one small hope that had bloomed, he gazed quietly down at Evelyn, thoroughly undone beneath him, with violet eyes heavy with possessiveness.

Tell me quickly. That it was all a lie. That you’ll stay by my side forever.

He was pressing his thumb against Evelyn’s lips, plump and swollen even more prettily from taking all his kisses, coaxing her persistently, when it happened.

“No matter what you do, my feelings won’t change, Your Grace.”

“Evelyn.”

Evelyn drew the line that had been blurring back into clarity, her voice sinking into an even flatter, calmer tone.

Though it was a contradiction that she still wanted him even as she spoke such heartless words, Evelyn did her best with what she could do right now.

“I want to fulfill the contract as written, without becoming any more entangled than this.”

“Evelyn de Fersen!”

I want to be by your side, the one I love.

Evelyn had no choice but to say the exact opposite of that wish, and she could only watch him crumble helplessly right before her eyes.

Because that was the only way she could protect the one she loved.

Because she could not drag everyone into misery just to make herself happy.

To him, who kept shaking his head side to side, unable to accept this terrible reality, Evelyn smiled, beautiful and cruel, and said her farewell.

“Please divorce me, Your Grace.”