Chapter 1.4

“Loin, you know… You don’t hate me, do you?”  

“Why would you think that?”  

‘Because you pushed me away so coldly too.’

Olivia bit her lip, remembering the past.  

After she entered the academy and a semester had passed, Olivia had pushed Eloin away, and since then, he never approached her. They had met eyes from a distance, but today was the first time he’d come close.  

Yet now, he said he’d dreamed of her all this time, and without any hint of rejection, their bodies were entwined…  

But, almost comically, her confused feelings were swept away by the sensation of him nudging at her entrance. His gl*ns, slick with prec*m, was searching for permission.  

“Hng.”  

“Let me in, Liv.”  

That old nickname undid the last lock on her heart. Olivia, as if entranced, wrapped her arms around Eloin’s neck and nodded.  

But as his p*nis began to push in in earnest, her face, which had been flushed with anticipation, twisted with pain. Even after all the preparation, she was still too tight for Eloin’s size.  

“Relax…”  

“It hurts…!”  

As she felt herself stretching, almost to the point of tearing, Olivia began to cry. Even as sweat dripped down his face, Eloin kept kissing her cheeks and the corners of her eyes.  

“Shh, Liv. Good girl.”  

Like this, it would only be painful for both of them. Making up his mind, he gripped her slender waist firmly.  

“Just bear with it for a moment.”  

“How long… Ah!”  

With a sound—whether it was a pop or a snap—Olivia’s scream overlapped. But the pain was brief. Eloin reached for a blue glass bottle from the bedside drawer and poured its contents on their joining.  

Immediately, the slight tear healed in an instant. The pain vanished completely. Olivia, gasping, realized what he’d done and almost bit her tongue.  

What Eloin had just used was a healing potion reserved for the Emperor. It was blessed directly by the Pope of the Holy Kingdom and was extremely rare, yet he’d poured it so liberally!  

“You should use that when you’re in danger!”  

“I thought I’d burst if I waited. Not even the Holy Kingdom’s medicine could fix that.”  

“Still—”  

“Enough. Quiet.”  

Olivia shut her mouth sulkily. And ‘burst’—just thinking about it made her face and neck burn with embarrassment at his direct words.  

Eloin kissed along the line of her face, and her sulky mood melted away at his gentle affection. But for some reason, he seemed to avoid her lips, and just as she started to feel strange about it, he read her mind and kissed her deeply.  

“Mm, mm.”  

As their tongues tangled and wet sounds filled the air, her walls, startled and tight, began to overflow with arousal again. Feeling her slowly clenching inside, Eloin pulled away.  

“Sorry for hurting you.”  

“It’s… always supposed to hurt the first time.”  

“Is that so.”  

He gave a soft laugh and cupped her round br*asts in both hands. Olivia wondered why even her chest was so pretty… even the little mole hidden under the crease was endearing.  

Her n*pples stiffened as his fingers rolled them, and the way her walls squeezed him in response made Eloin let out a long breath.  

“…I’ll move now.”  

“Hng, yes…”  

To spare Olivia, who had been in pain just moments ago, he started with shallow thrusts, and soon, soft moans escaped her lips. As she arched her neck in pleasure, Eloin began to move with more strength.  

Her n*pples, never calming, seemed to beg for more and disappeared into his mouth, only to reappear again and again. Each time his tongue flicked or his teeth nipped at her, her insides tightened around him as if to swallow him whole.  

“Ah, Loin, ah! Aaah!”  

“…Li-v.”  

The hot breath spilling onto her chest felt wonderful. Afraid she might drift away, she hugged his head tightly, and his p*nis, which had almost withdrawn, plunged to the root in one swift motion.  

“Ha!”  

Now that they were both thoroughly wet and slick, his pace quickened. The sensation of her inner walls being stretched and stimulated by the veins along his shaft made Olivia’s nails rake Eloin’s shoulders, leaving red marks.  

Eloin, seemingly unfazed, continued to move without pause. The wet sound of his hips slapping against her bottom echoed, and he used the tip of his shaft, which had found her pleasure spot with his fingers earlier, to press and rub deep inside her.

With the repeated, intense stimulation, Olivia’s pupils widened. She nearly let out a loud cry, but quickly clamped her hand over her mouth. Eloin, raising one eyebrow, immediately grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“Let yourself make noise.”

“B-but, earlier you said I was too loud!”

“When did I… Ah.”

Eloin barely recalled what he’d said earlier and realized he’d spoken to her the way he did to his retainers, out of habit. He clicked his tongue.

“Your voice is beautiful. Let me hear it.”

He whispered and, once again, thrust into her deeply, all the way to the base. Still, Olivia tried not to make a sound, but as her deepest parts were pounded again and again, she simply couldn’t resist.

“Mm, ah! Ah!”

It felt good—so good it was almost a problem. Annoyed at how relentless he was, she bit down on his neck, and she could feel his manhood twitch violently inside her.

“Ha, I like it… Liv…”

His low, rough voice, thick with pleasure, snapped the last thread of restraint Olivia had been holding onto.

“Ah… aaah!”

The wave of climax she’d both feared and longed for crashed over her. Her already tight insides squeezed him so hard it was as if they were wringing him out, and Eloin’s body, holding her tight, stiffened as well.

“Haa…”

She could feel the hot liquid pulsing inside her, almost frighteningly vivid. Eloin licked away the tears trickling down from her red-rimmed eyes, and without breaking their connection, he turned Olivia onto her side.

Her limp, trembling leg was draped over his solid shoulder. He pressed deep, red kisses along her pale thigh, making her ask cautiously,

“Um… isn’t it… over?”

She’d always heard that men finished after one time. She’d felt him climax inside her just moments ago, so… why did she feel so full again?

Her face, still flushed with lingering pleasure, now mixed in confusion and a hint of fear. Seeing this, Eloin, burning with heat, suddenly thrust his hips forward without warning.

“Ah!”

Her insides, still sensitive from her recent climax, reacted intensely as he moved. The place filled with his seed felt so hot and soft now, as if melting. How could he expect to stop after only once with a body like this? Each time he thrust in, more of his release was pushed out through her stretched entrance.

“Ah, ah, n-no more… aaah…!”

“We’re not done yet.”

Eloin, who usually showed little expression, was smiling more than ever tonight. His lips curled up as he leaned down to lick her thigh, a sight that was almost unbearably lewd. His dark eyes never left her, as if trying to bind her with his gaze.

As he left marks on her legs, his lips traveled up, leaving more along the way, starting from the little mole hidden under her br*ast. He bit and nibbled at her already trembling n*pple, all while continuing to move his hips.

Olivia regretted thinking earlier that it felt too good—it was becoming endless, the pleasure swelling larger and larger. She’d already cl*maxed twice, and she was terrified of what kind of ecstasy might come next.

“Ah, Loin, hng.”

“Liv… Liv.”

Sweat from Eloin’s sharp jawline dripped down onto Olivia, who was trembling in fear and on the verge of tears.

“Stop, I’m scared, ah, Loin, ha!”

“It’s all right. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

He gave her a short kiss, then whispered,

“Leave your mark on me, too. Hmm? My Liv.”

“F-first, hng! Let’s stop… and later! Ah!”

He thrust deep, making her toes curl and her body shudder. Eloin growled,

“Now.”

Later could wait; right now, he wanted her marks on him. Did Olivia know how long he’d wanted her? How much he’d waited for the day they would belong to each other?

Olivia’s eyes, hazy from pleasure, sharpened with a hint of wildness. Honestly, even that was cute to Eloin, and he willingly offered his neck and shoulder.

Each time her small mouth bit and sucked on his strong muscles, Eloin felt like he might lose control, but he gritted his teeth and kept moving. Just before reaching his limit, he began to stroke her cl*toris quickly.

“Ha! Ah…! Don’t, I don’t like that, no…! Loin!”

His calloused fingers mercilessly rolled and pressed her now prominent cl*toris. The sharp, almost cruel pleasure pierced through Olivia, who struggled, but her body was already pinned beneath Eloin.

There was nothing she could do. She was swept up in the overwhelming climax she’d so wanted to escape.

As he pinched her cl*toris, he thrust in so deeply it felt like he was trying to push in even his scrotum. Olivia gasped, arching her back and neck at the sensation of being struck somewhere she shouldn’t be.

For a moment, she heard nothing at all. The pleasure, built up and up, exploded in her mind.

Eloin held her trembling body tight as he released again, just as much as the first time. She couldn’t take it all, and some leaked out from where they were joined, but he pressed even closer, blocking the entrance possessively.

“Breathe, Liv.”

Even so, his hand stroked her back gently, soothing her. Her breathing slowly calmed, but as she felt him growing inside her again, her vision swam.

“Hic…”

As her melted insides were stimulated again, she couldn’t help but sob with each breath. Now, she truly didn’t have the strength to lift even a teaspoon.

This man clearly didn’t know the meaning of moderation. Otherwise, how could he continue like this? Even though she was exhausted and limp? If she cl*maxed again in this state, she felt like she might never return to her senses.

“Liv, just one more time.”

Of course. At his tempting words, whispered against her lips, Olivia let her consciousness fade away.

Deep, heavy sleep claimed her, sweet as honey.