Vienny was startled by his sudden movement, but McClart seemed completely unfazed.

“Interrogator?” she stammered, confused.

Ignoring her, McClart reached forward and gently took hold of her slender right ankle, visible beneath her slightly lifted skirt. Her shoe was a simple leather one that left her ankle exposed, and her skin, chilled by the air, now felt the warmth of his bare hand directly.

“They said if you’d pushed it just a little further, you’d never have been able to use this ankle again. Were you aware of that?”

There was still a faint bruise on her ankle. It wasn’t painful unless pressed hard; it was more like a lingering mark. But as his hand warmed the area, Vienny found her focus drawn intensely to the spot where his fingers rested.

McClart’s thumb traced lightly along the hollow beneath her ankle bone as he tilted his head slightly. With him kneeling, Vienny found herself looking down at his silver hair from above, watching the way it moved gently with each tilt of his head. McClart usually kept it neatly styled, and seeing it flow like this caught her attention.

She was lost, almost entranced by the sight, when he suddenly looked up, sensing her gaze. Their eyes met unexpectedly, and Vienny instinctively drew in a sharp breath.

She felt strangely flustered, as if caught doing something she shouldn’t. Her heart pounded uneasily. Fortunately, McClart seemed to interpret her tension as simple fear. He turned his attention back to her ankle, muttering in a detached tone, “If it had broken, I’d at least have one less worry about you running off.”

The way his fingers traced the bruise held a hint of something—regret, perhaps?

“It even crossed my mind,” he added, almost as an afterthought, “whether I should break it myself.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration; he truly seemed regretful. Vienny watched as his thumb traced her ankle bone slowly, the warmth of his touch almost tickling her skin. She swallowed nervously. If he’d genuinely intended to break it, he wouldn’t have bothered healing her in the first place.

“Why didn’t you break it?”

McClart paused, then replied in his usual blunt tone.

“I couldn’t bring myself to.”

“Because I am the most gentlemanly person you could ever meet.”

After saying this, he looked directly into her eyes.

“Am I not?”

Vienny unconsciously held her breath, murmuring faintly.

“…You are.”

For a brief moment, his blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the hint of laughter within them subtle—but close as she was, Vienny could see it clearly.

Seeing that glimmer in his eyes made Vienny’s heart feel like it had dropped somewhere deep within her chest. A wave of heat surged up from her toes, as if he’d set her on fire.

It felt strange—he had forgotten so many things he’d said, yet he seemed to remember her words perfectly.

She held her breath quietly, but then felt the sudden chill on her ankle as he released it and stood up.

Expressionless, he looked down at her.

“Let’s call it a day and head back.”

Vienny’s gaze drifted to the dirt and grass stains on one of his knees. She opened her mouth slightly.

“Yes.”

As she moved to stand, she pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady herself. Her heart was pounding so fiercely it felt foreign, almost as if it didn’t belong to her.

* * *

The night, after so long, was unexpectedly intense. She had occasionally thought back to moments like this, believing she could manage, but now, experiencing it firsthand, she found it far more overwhelming than her memories had prepared her for.

McClart pushed her to her limits, as if the restraint he’d shown until now had been a great act of mercy. She eventually blacked out, and when she opened her eyes again, his dissatisfied gaze was the first thing she saw.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he started all over again – as if back to square one, right back to the exhausting f*replay.

“Wait, please, interrogator…!”

She squirmed, trying desperately to push him away, but his body didn’t budge. At most, he paused his relentless movements for a brief moment.

“Why?”

Vienny hadn’t exactly been with anyone other than McClart, but even with her limited experience, she could tell he was being exceptionally intense right now.

Doing it three or four times in a row was one thing, but pretending nothing had happened when she’d already fainted once – it was, well, a bit too much, even for him.

Even without touching her, she could tell that her v*gina was probably swollen and sore.

“The doctor specifically said not to overdo it!”

“The splint is off, so the doctor thinks you can handle that much,” he replied.

Recently, he had become unusually sensitive to any signs of discomfort she showed – except in bed, where he showed no mercy. Having already consulted Moiria about how much Vienny’s stamina could take, he wasn’t about to be swayed by her complaints.

There seemed to be a considerable gap between Moiria’s idea of “so much” and his interpretation of it. But with McClart already convinced, there was nothing Vienny could do to stop him.

Seeing his unwavering determination, Vienny swallowed nervously. Her eyes wandered over his body as he towered over her.

His chest, covered in scars from burns and cuts, was so defined that it almost looked like a drawing, his muscular form sharply outlined.

With his broad, solid frame and not an ounce of excess flesh, he looked almost unreal up close. And having been close to him more than once, Vienny knew just how firm those muscles felt.

As her eyes drifted lower, it moved past his sweat-soaked torso, over the prominent hip bones and down to the imposing presence of his arousal.

The swollen, red tip was already slick with a sticky, clear fluid. And, unless she was imagining it, it seemed to pulse subtly, the veins protruding as if aware of her attention. She could even see the slight movement at the tip.

Vienny’s face grew pale. To her, McClart’s excitement looked less like a part of him and more like a weapon.

Hadn’t he let go quite a bit before she fainted? Yet somehow he remained as hard as ever. Why hadn’t he softened, even after all that?

Are all men like that? She vaguely remembered the men her mother had been with, and they certainly hadn’t been like this.

“Are you done staring?”

McClart asked, looking down at her with a lazy gaze. His words sounded almost like a death sentence.

Vienny stammered quickly.

“If… if we go on like this, I might…”

To her it was a serious, desperate plea, but to McClart it must have sounded like a joke. He let out a short, dismissive laugh, clearly unconcerned with the significant difference between their physiques.

He even went so far as to suggest that she should be used to it by now. As if the challenge his size posed a year ago had somehow improved with time.

“Are you aware,” he said, his voice laced with irony, “that a moment ago I was fully inside you?”

Yes, he had entered. At first she couldn’t believe that his huge p*nis could fit inside her, not even when he was buried to the root, his hips slapping against her skin.

“I know, but-ah!”

Before she could finish, McClart suddenly thrust, cutting her off. The sensation of that hard, huge p*nis scraping against her inner walls forced a moan from her lips.

That was the problem. A year ago, just dealing with the tightness had been overwhelming. Now, even with the same fullness, he kept changing angles and hitting unexpected places, leaving her breathless.

Just when Vienny thought she was getting used to the fullness inside her, McClart’s shifting movements threw her off balance and made her feel like she was back at their very first s*xual encounter.

“You keep… moving strangely…” she whimpered, her words trailing off as tears stung her eyes.

McClart narrowed his eyes, a faint glimmer of excitement in his gaze.

“Oh.”

The low, satisfied sound escaped his lips as he curved them into a slight grin. He thrust his hips again.

“Ahh!”

He withdrew his p*nis almost completely, then pushed it back in at a slightly different angle, pressing against her inner walls. Though his movements were slower than before, every delicate fold seemed to be stretched and touched in a way that made her body tremble.

A wave of intense pleasure washed over her, almost too much to handle.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” he murmured.

“N-no, I’m not… ah!”

Her trembling legs pressed weakly against the blankets, but even she knew it was a futile struggle. Shaking her head in denial felt pointless as her struggling breaths betrayed her.

Lost and not knowing what else to do, she gripped the blanket tightly. Suddenly, McClart slipped both arms under her waist.

“Then I’ll give you a chance.”

In an instant, her body was lifted and the world spun as he shifted her position. With a hint of amusement, he murmured.

“Move on your own.”

Vienny gasped as she suddenly found herself on top of McClart. He suddenly pushed his p*nis deeper into her, reaching further than before under her own weight.

She felt pinned in place, as if speared, unable to move. Her lips parted in silent protest before she managed a faint, pleading voice.

“It’s too deep… ahh…”

“Breathe…” he murmured, exhaling slowly.

It seemed Vienny wasn’t the only one affected by the intense sensation. McClart’s forehead glistened with sweat as he exhaled, his eyes narrowing in pleasure.

His gaze slightly clouded by the sensation, he pressed his lips into a tight line and watched her intently. He held her waist tightly, steadying her to keep her from falling over, but showed no intention of moving himself.

“Well, keep moving without it feeling strange.”

His voice was deeper than usual, thick with suppressed desire. Catching her breath, Vienny managed to lift her head to meet his expectant gaze.

Even without moving, the hot p*nis pulsed inside her, heightening her sensitivity beyond all measure.

The slightest movement of her hips threatened to bring a moan from her lips. Leaning forward awkwardly, unable to decide whether to move or stay still, Vienny let out a soft moan of frustration. McClart narrowed his eyes at her.

“If you want to stay still, I guess I’ll just have to start moving ‘oddly’ again.”

At his words, Vienny jumped slightly, lifting her hips a little.

“I-I’ll…!”