“Why?”

McClart asked, his tone slightly sulky as he noticed her peculiar expression. At that moment, he looked like a stubborn child frustrated by unfulfilled desires.

It was hard to believe that such a massive figure could appear so childlike, but seeing him like this made her realize just how accustomed she had grown to him. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but he no longer frightened her.

“I’m just curious how you’ve managed to hold back with all this energy.”

“I let it out when I can’t hold back.”

Vienny’s eyes widened at his response.

If he meant ‘let it out’, did that mean he had been with other women? The thought had never occurred to her before, and it caught her off guard, causing an unsettling feeling within her – one that was surprisingly strong.

“Curious?”

He asked softly, a hint of mischief in his voice as he noticed her tense expression.

“About how I let it out?”

She almost retorted that she wasn’t curious at all, but the intensity of his blue gaze kept her silent.

While keeping his eyes locked on hers, McClart gently took her hand, guiding it beneath the blanket. The warmth of his skin brushed against her fingertips, sending a shiver through her as she realized just how close they were.

“Here.”

Drawn by McClart’s touch, which tangled between her fingers, Vienny grasped his hard c*ck.

It was something that couldn’t even fit in one hand, and it swelled with fear as she gripped it, pulsating. The hard p*nis was extraordinary.

“Hold it like this.”

“Hold it gently so it wouldn’t hurt, wrapped your hand around it and held it like this.”

I could feel the thin epidermis of his thick, veiny p*nis pushing up.

“I stroked it up like this.”

The slippery feel of the wet head was in her hand.

As his hand moved, she followed his rhythm, moving her hand up and down, the p*nis she held growing harder and hotter. McClart let out a slightly ragged breath and continued to speak.

“In my mind… I imagined your lips and your warm skin.”

McClart swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in front of her. His previously cool body temperature began to rise and sticky beads of sweat began to form on his firm muscles.

The change in the colour of his skin, gradually flushed with excitement, was obvious at a glance.

McClart narrowed his eyes as if squinting, dropped the arm that supported his chin and lay back completely. A low growl, swallowed in his throat, could be heard faintly.

“And imagine the sound of your voice calling my name one day.”

His blue eyes looked at her intently.

“Squeeze a little tighter.”

“Without realising it, his hand had slipped away and she was left holding his.”

Although she realised it a moment too late, Vienny did not stop. Instead, she tightened her grip slightly, applying gentle pressure as she moved from base to tip.

As she stroked his p*nis, clear desire filled McClart’s eyes. Fluid oozed between her curled fingers.

And the more she watched the changes at her fingertips, the more heat radiated from her p*ssy.

“This isn’t so bad.”

Seeing him say those words with a grin sparked a dry thirst in her. Wetting her dry lips with her tongue, Vienny rubbed her thumb gently against the sensitive head, pressing gently as if exploring its contours.

The smile faded from Macclat’s once relaxed face. Perhaps startled by the unguarded intimacy, tension crept into their bodies as they pressed against each other.

“Hmm.”

His p*nis throbbed so hard she could feel it bobbing against her grip.

As she moved her hand up and down more easily, her fingers slick with prec*m, his muscular, firm abs twitched.

Finally, McClart’s lips, pressed together in a straight line, let out only ragged breaths. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, sliding down his jawline and along his neck.

Vienny, mesmerised, followed the bead of sweat with her gaze, suddenly lifting her torso slightly to press her lips to his neck. The salty sweat soaked her tongue.

As she carefully licked it up, she felt the bulging veins on his neck at the tip of her tongue. At the same time, his big, rough hand covered hers as she held his p*nis.

He gripped her hand much tighter than before and quickly began to stroke his p*nis. A fierce moan escaped from between his tightly closed lips.

Even in the midst of it all, his face remained completely composed – a thrilling contrast to the dishevelled, smooth movement of his lower body.

“Haah, ha.”

Now it would be more accurate to say that her hand was being squeezed and rubbed between his hand and his p*nis, rather than moving of its own accord.

The friction made her palms feel numb and hot, and she couldn’t tell whether it was the intense heat of his p*nis, which felt like it might burst at any moment, or the warmth of her own hand, which had been heated by the rubbing.

“Ugh…”

Suddenly his p*nis twitched violently. The rapid movements of her hand stopped and thick, cloudy sperm poured from the swollen head.

After his heavy breaths, his p*nis pulsed with intensity. The ej*culated s*men sprayed long and wide across his abdomen and chest.

His blue eyes were clouded with excitement as he reached his climax.

The overwhelming pleasure was all his, but strangely, Vienny found her own breathing quickened just by watching him. Or rather, it felt as if her whole, untouched body was being caressed by invisible hands.

She moved her fingers, slick with s*men, carefully, scraping the still sensitive head with her nails, causing McClart to let out a groan that resembled a beast’s cry from deep in his throat.

“If you stimulate me more…”

He was probably about to say that he couldn’t control himself. Ignoring his words, Vienny spoke first.

“You said we would be together for life.”

She looked softly into his blue eyes and asked in a low voice.

“Does that mean you want us to be a family?”

McClart swallowed hard. A strange emotion swirled in his eyes, still filled with excitement.

” Well, for example…”

Vienny stopped speaking. After biting her lips several times, she couldn’t go on.

In her place, McClart spoke bluntly.

“Like husband and wife.”

The words she couldn’t say came first from him.

When she fell silent, staring at him, McClart spoke again in a firm voice.

“That’s right.”

He took her hand, covered in his strong scent, and brought it to his lips.

“We should live like others, just like that.”

Seeing Vienny’s silence, McClart’s expression stiffened slightly.

“Don’t you like it?”

Vienny shook her head.

But McClart didn’t seem to know whether that meant she liked it or not. Rather, he seemed to take it negatively.

As he was about to let go of her hand and raise his upper body, Vienny leaned in as if to straddle him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Startled by her sudden action, he quickly cradled her small body in his arms.

With her head buried in his thick neck, Vienny bit her lip and barely managed to repeat the words that threatened to overflow.

“My own, my very own beast.

“My one and only beast, who gave me a normal life, even if it meant the end of the world.”

“Have you found the beast that will bring the end?”

If this was the end, she would dream of the end of the world again and again.

For the fleeting peace she could gain in life, she would willingly endure a fall into eternal hell after death.

***

McClart gazed down at the peacefully sleeping Vienny before rising early, just as he always did. Though dawn had only just begun, it was his usual waking time.

He quietly left the room and, after his morning prayers, walked through the empty mansion, following his usual routine. As he checked each window and door, as if preparing to lock up, he paused at the third window in the first-floor hallway and noticed a leaf caught there. The leaf, a vibrant green as if freshly picked, was wedged in the frame.

Narrowing his eyes, he quietly left the mansion.

As he reached the nearby beach of jagged rocks, several people stood up when they saw him approach. After nodding briefly at their respectful greeting, McClart spoke in a cold voice.

“Report.”

“It doesn’t look like they came here on purpose; they probably stumbled upon the village and heard stories. We’ve dealt with the pursuers and identified those who carelessly left things behind.”

What could have drawn pursuers to such a remote area? McClart clicked his tongue in irritation and brushed back his fringe.

“Cut up the bodies and scatter the pieces in all directions.”

Even if it was just a matter of misleading others, he had to make every effort to keep their location undiscovered. If it were up to him, he would go out and do it all himself, but he didn’t want to leave the mansion just yet. After all, he had gotten a little closer to Vienny.

Remembering the faint smell of blood that lingered as he left the mansion, he made the request, and his subordinates bowed their heads in acknowledgement.

Even though the smell would be gone by morning, it wouldn’t hurt to be careful. Vienny, who had lived surrounded by the smell of blood, would be the first to notice it.

More worrying was the fact that the smell of blood had lingered near the villa at all. He hadn’t expected to remain undetected indefinitely, but the timeline was moving faster than expected.

McClart frowned and considered how best to reinforce the perimeter defences.

The number of subordinates at his disposal was limited, while pursuers would continue to appear. The existence of a heretic who had killed the Vice-Commander and ushered in ruin was, for some, a mission that had to be eradicated.

And when it became known that the red-eyed Great Witch, who was said to have seduced the heretic, was also here…

It seemed that he would have to place more people in the village. Perhaps he should set up a small inn at the village entrance as a decoy.

As McClart sketched out his plans, he suddenly remembered something and looked at his subordinates. He had the perfect excuse.

“One of you will have to go in and out of the mansion regularly.”

His subordinates looked at him with puzzled expressions.

In a serious tone McClart ordered them.

“Sell some flowers.

The subordinates could hardly believe their ears. Even if they doubted what he was saying, it didn’t change the words that had already been spoken.

“Everything given must be sold. Everything.”

As McClart continued his instructions, the subordinates exchanged glances. The burly men quickly assessed each other, trying to determine which of them was the best at selling flowers.

A silent competition began as each tried to evade this challenging order.

Having casually put his subordinates in a difficult position, McClart turned away with a relieved expression.

At that moment, the sky was beginning to lighten. The sea, once cloaked in dark shadows, now revealed a vibrant blue hue. With a whooshing sound, the crashing waves sent up sprays of water that felt different from the day before.

It was the start of an unfamiliar, ordinary day.