“Ah, ung…!”

“My lady, is it difficult?”

Johan, who had asked mischievously, lifted May’s body. May, whose back was now pressed tightly against the chest of the man lying on the bed, closed her eyes and shook her head.

‘It’s difficult, but….’

She had no intention of voicing that thought.

No, to be more accurate, she didn’t have the mental capacity to say such things.

Recently, whenever Johan joined bodies with her, he would push her to an almost brutal extent. After seeking him instead of Dominic, she would invariably need to be bedridden for several days.

Even now, it was like that.

As he changed positions, his c*ck, which had briefly slipped out, couldn’t wait and made a wet, squelching sound as it clung to her p*ssy. It was an act that clearly suggested he had no intention of giving her a moment’s rest. Johan then grabbed his c*ck and stroked her swollen l*bia several times.

“Ah, ah….”

His c*ck, wet with her fluids, repeatedly entered her hole with a sticky sensation. May moaned as it also rubbed against her er*ect cl*toris.

“My lady really seems to like kissing me.”

The rim of his concave gl*ns repeatedly caught and slid against her cl*toris. May trembled at the sensation of their equally raw, reddened sensitive spots deeply interlocking.

In her opinion, the one who enjoyed this lewd act more was Johan rather than herself.

This was evident just by the hoarseness that quickly mixed into his low breathing. However, even such thoughts quickly evaporated with the increasingly intense contact.

“Hng….”

“Should I do the inside too?”

May grabbed his hand in response to the mischievous whisper that followed. It wasn’t to stop him, but rather a preparation for the intense pleasure that was about to fall.

Johan, who smiled at this, spread May’s legs wider on top of his body. Soon, her small feet were placed on top of the man’s firm thighs. With her knees raised, it was a position that exposed her p*ssy even more.

“Ah….”

“I’ll do it for you.”

With the voice that followed, her chin was grabbed and her head tilted to the side. Johan then began to suck on May’s lips.

And simultaneously with their tongues entangling wetly, his c*ck, which had been pressing against her p*ssy, pushed in deeply. The feeling of stars bursting in her flickering vision as he immediately thrust up powerfully.

The feet placed on the man’s thighs curled up intensely, and eventually slid to the side. As one foot slipped, the other also fell to the side due to the loss of balance.

“Ung, ung!”

“Ha….”

Johan released her lips that he had been sucking and firmly secured May’s drooping body in a different way this time. Two hands that came between her armpits wrapped around her shoulders.

In that state, as her insides were penetrated more rapidly, even her mind became hazy.

“Ah! Ah! Ah…!”

It was a speed too overwhelming to keep up with. Even her loud moans became faint and broken by the end. Her chest shook so violently it was painful from his thrusting.

“……!”

Eventually, his c*ck, which had thrust up strongly with a thud, remained deep below her lower abdomen. Her mind grew distant at the hot fluid that was immediately spewed. Though it shouldn’t be possible, it felt as if she could feel every sensation of his small hole pulsating.

Being deeply penetrated awakened her senses that much more acutely.

When she unconsciously flailed her hand, Johan stopped restraining her body and grabbed it. He left small kisses on the back of her hand while saying,

“Haah… I’ll keep feeding you even while you sleep, so just go to sleep now….”

Before she could comprehend the meaning of those words, her vision completely blacked out.

It felt like a strange energy flowed into her body. Something she often felt when with Johan… familiar and warm.

And when she opened her eyes again, her body had been thoroughly cleaned. May buried her fluffy body deeply in the equally fluffy sheets.

‘…I didn’t know creating a vessel would be this draining.’

These days, she was exerting herself for that purpose almost every other day, so it should have happened by now….

“Why isn’t it happening?”

A voice mixed with doubt muttered to itself.

And hearing those words, the compass jumped quite roughly. It looked as if it was blaming her for uttering such words.

Of course, recently, the compass had been in an excited state by default, so May ignored it without much concern and closed her eyes.

‘If I create a vessel, I could think about grandfather with peace of mind….’

…No, that might be an excuse.

May thought as she drifted back to sleep from the fatigue washing over her. When she wakes up, she should look for the medium to move her grandfather that she had failed to find last time.

…But why did she fail? Though she tried to recall the reason, like ink spilled on a part of continuously flowing memories, nothing came to mind.

* * *

And that doubt from before sleep, unusually, remained deeply instead of disappearing.

May, who woke up earlier than usual, was sitting alone on the first-floor sofa at dawn, staring at the ghost. Since it was summer, the sun rose early, and soon sunlight began to pour into the garden.

Her black eyes carefully observed her grandfather.

‘…He seems to have slowed down.’

If it wasn’t her imagination.

And just as she realized this, a voice came from behind her.

“Why are you here?”

When she turned her head, Dominic was standing there with wet hair. May’s gaze fell on his hair, which covered his forehead instead of being swept back as usual.

With his hair down like that, he somehow gave a familiar feeling. Of course, it must be just a feeling that arose for no reason….

“I woke up a bit early….”

He remained silent for a moment at her small answer. However, his gray eyes quickly scanned her body.

Would it be an illusion if that firm gaze seemed somewhat anxious? May unconsciously smiled brightly as she watched the approaching man.

Dominic let out a faint sigh at the way her eyes curved, as if telling him not to worry. He eventually took a seat beside May.

May looked at the man’s profile and unconsciously opened her mouth.

“You said… my grandfather lived relatively well, right? That he avoided difficult situations by pretending not to know about what happened with my grandmother.”

Dominic slowly nodded to this.

“…That’s what I heard.”

“Actually, I wanted to believe those words, but I keep thinking he couldn’t have done that….”

Of course, she had to think that way because she could see her grandfather’s ghost, but that wasn’t the only reason. On that day when she ruminated on her melancholy in the garden, May thought that she would have eventually come to the same conclusion even if she couldn’t see the ghost.

She rested her cheek on her raised knee and spoke carefully.

“Nothing makes you more aware of your situation than avoidance….”

“Is that from your personal experience?”

“Yes. Actually, before coming here, um… I had no friends.”

Dominic’s eyebrows twitched at this sudden confession. May smiled brightly again as she looked at the man’s face.

“Because I was frustrating and stupid, everyone disliked me. I stammered when nervous, and honestly, I wasn’t skilled at work either.”

Dominic’s face distorted more at these self-deprecating words. However, instead of interrupting her, he firmly closed his mouth as if encouraging her to continue.

“So every day, every day… I avoided it. I deliberately ate meals when no one was around to pretend I didn’t know that no one was by my side, and when working, I only sought tasks I could do alone….”

“……”

“I avoided first so that others wouldn’t discover that I couldn’t blend in with them. That way, the moment of being ostracized wouldn’t be visible to me either….”

But the more she did that, the more she felt her solitude. It was obvious. After all, May’s avoidance only served to isolate herself.

Avoiding because you can’t face something is the shallowest strategy one can employ precisely because you’re most aware of the situation.

“Desperately pretending not to know is actually being most conscious of that situation….”

May, who paused briefly, added with a bitter smile.

“At least, he wouldn’t have been doing well.”

“……”

“I can’t guarantee my grandfather’s situation, but that’s just what I think….”