“……!”

The answer to her rhetorical question struck May’s mind like lightning. At the same time, her eyes widened, and her body sprang up like a coil.

The drowsiness that had been heavily pressing on her body instantly vanished. She covered her mouth with an extremely pale face. Between her fingers, incomplete words leaked out incoherently like a fool.

“I-I’m crazy…”

At the sight of her panicked state, the compass next to May started bouncing up and down. It seemed as if it was angry.

But she couldn’t shudder at it as usual. As yesterday’s memories revived and sleep fled, every minor scene vividly came to mind.

The memories were all the color of skin. Sticky, persistent, and unrestrained in exploring each other’s bodies.

“I’m crazy…”

They were moments of blushing when she specifically demanded what she wanted from the other person, and trembling with joy every time he sufficiently satisfied those demands. To think that passionate and active woman in her memories was herself…

‘…Isn’t this a dream?’

It wasn’t unreasonable to naturally have such thoughts. Moreover, before closing her eyes, the place where they were wasn’t the mansion. But now, isn’t this her room in the mansion?

Her small hope that had briefly risen was quickly extinguished by the flesh-colored memories that followed once again.

“Master, stick out your tongue.”

Her chin was grasped, and a husky voice commanded her. Considering the title used, it was quite an ironic situation. However, May naturally followed the man’s order. The hot pillar’s side touched the timidly extended tongue.

“Haa…”

Johan, letting out a quiet breath, began to slowly raise his hips while holding the base of his manhood. The firm flesh brushed against her lips, and the thickly raised veins clung to her tongue. Sometimes, the tip facing forward would rub against the tip of her tongue.

May tried to keep her tongue out with her drooping eyebrows. Occasionally, when the base of her tongue became stiff, she inevitably closed her mouth, and at those times, the wet gl*ns firmly pressed against her lips. In that state, chu, chu… The act of attaching and detaching it was repeated.

It could have been a request to stick out her tongue again, or it could have been another form of kiss that he had been talking about all along. Whatever it was, it was a mischievous and lewd act. Johan gazed at the scene with languid eyes. The sight of his c*ck colliding with the woman’s lips.

May’s gaze was also fixed on the man, unable to look away. His prominent Adam’s apple undulating every time the sensitive surface touched her soft lips, his jawbone protruding, and undisguised desire was overflowing in his golden eyes.

She involuntarily swallowed dryly. Sticking out her tongue again to the manhood tapping her lips was irresistible. However, instead of burying his manhood there, Johan leaned forward and captured her lips.

And this time, he guided May’s hand over his throbbing c*ck. As she stiffened at the heavy presence she felt in her palm, his hand gently enveloped the back of her hand. Soon, her hand, trapped in his large one, began to slowly stroke the sh*ft. The palm, wet with saliva and pre-c*m, was sticky and hot.

“……”

May tightly clenched her hand, feeling as if the sensation of that moment had been revived.

‘There’s no way this could be a dream…’

Her face, which had been pale, was now flushed red to the point of bursting. Belatedly, she felt her swollen lips and her n*pples stinging every time her clothes brushed against them. Then, the pain in her waist became more pronounced, and she also noticed a tingling sensation between her legs. These were sensations she hadn’t realized due to fatigue.

May let out a deep sigh. It was obvious who had washed her now clean body, and who had brought her back to the mansion after she had fallen asleep from the rough and long act.

‘Stupid…’

It’s not that she didn’t know she would regret it. Even with her clouded reason, she anticipated it. …However, the regret she actually faced hit her like an unpredictable disaster.

May collapsed forward from her sitting position on the bed. Through the gap, a faint, tearful voice leaked out.

“I want to disappear…”

Hearing this, the compass began to frantically circle around her, jumping up and down. The clattering sound it made seemed more terrible than ever before.

* * *

The divorce rate among imperial nobles had noticeably increased in recent years. This meant that the workload for Dominic, a lawyer, had increased accordingly.

Dominic had spent the entire morning with a client who had been crying and rambling about love. It meant he had been listening to nonsense like whether it was a sin to love multiple people at once for the entire morning.

The probability of a guilty spouse winning the case is close to zero. Nevertheless, the reason he took on the case was that the client’s wife also had several affairs, just like the client.

Divorce lawsuits among nobles, who usually marry for political reasons, were typically like this. In a state where both parties are at fault, it becomes a contest of ‘who did it first’ and ‘who is worse.’

But why is praise for something as abstract and uncertain as love necessary in such a sordid fight? Dominic furrowed his brow, recalling the client who had made many unnecessary emotional appeals.

‘Does he not realize that by that logic, the other party’s fault would also disappear?’

To think he was in the same boat with a fool. It was giving him a headache in many ways.

“…Dominic, you didn’t make that face in front of that child, did you?”

If it weren’t for the playful question in front of him, Dominic’s furrowed brow would have deepened even more. His gaze naturally lifted from the documents he was looking at. In that instant, softness gathered in his previously cold gray eyes.

“You’re awake.”

“Yes, I’m seeing a good face as soon as I open my eyes.”

“I’ve taken on a somewhat troublesome case.”

At his indifferent attitude, the old man lying on the bed clicked his tongue. Soon, even that was quickly cut off by the erupting cough.

“…Ah, I should live at least 5 more years.”

The old man lamented playfully after his cough subsided. Dominic, letting it slide, filled a glass of water.

“That way, I could see you get married. Given that there hasn’t been any news of you meeting anyone so far, it seems it might be difficult even if I lived 30 more years… Just in case, I’m telling you, I welcome a son-in-law too. I’ll pass on the nonsense about marrying your work.”

It was just like him to maintain such a playful disposition even with his obviously ill face. Dominic looked at his immature foster father and slowly opened his mouth.

“She was the same as when she was young.”

“Hm?”

“I thought you might be curious.”

It was an irrelevant answer that lightly ignored the joke, but the old man’s face brightened instead.

“Oh? So you did have memories of that child? You didn’t show it particularly.”

As he sat up to receive the glass of water Dominic was handing him, he wore quite an amused expression.

That’s because until now, Dominic had always maintained a stiff attitude about ‘that’ subject that had just come up. He had acted as if he was making an official report, or as if he was giving advice on a commissioned job.

“Even if there’s no legal blood relation, inheritance is easy if there’s a notarized will. But to write that, you’d need to persuade that person first.”

“I’ve found the whereabouts of May Louise.”

“I’m scheduled to meet with the heir on Wednesday. Please let me know if there’s anything you want me to convey.”

He said with the attitude suggesting he had no interest in the tragic story behind his foster father’s ill-fated friend, whom he had heard about tirelessly since childhood.

A man who lost his mind after losing the person he loved, their daughter who grew up unhappily and who became difficult since she didn’t receive any affection under him, and a girl who grew up cautiously under that daughter.

Whatever story they had, to Dominic, they were just one of many clients. If there was anything special, it was that it was somewhat troublesome, as he took it at his father’s request.

The old man had no intention of blaming his son for his attitude. He knew it was a story that was only sad to him, and wouldn’t resonate much with Dominic.

But today, that knife-like line seemed to have softened a bit. It wasn’t unreasonable for a gleam to appear in the eyes of the old man, Herman Vicenti.