“If Madam visits briefly, His Grace might take a break. Otherwise, he really works without rest.”

Saena doubted it would be like that. It was probably just Darielle’s excuse to make her nod. But even while thinking this, Saena nodded.

Her heart felt warm from his consideration, and she wanted to thank him.

“Yes! It will be ready soon!”

The capable Darielle left with a bright smile.

And just over ten minutes later, Saena stood in front of his office.

Darielle handed over the tea set trolley she had been pushing to Saena and knocked on his office door without hesitation.

“Come in.”

Darielle smiled brightly, opened the office door abruptly before anyone could say anything, gave Saena a quick bow, and disappeared.

“Saya?”

“Ah, um.”

“Did something happen?”

He jumped up from his desk and approached her when he saw her. He seemed startled by her sudden visit to his office.

“I thought you might need a break, so I brought some tea.”

“Tea, you say?”

“Yes. Strictly speaking, Darielle prepared it, but… um, are you busy?”

“Not at all. You can visit anytime you want.”

He smiled deeply, pleased by her unexpected visit.

As she entered the office and the door closed smoothly behind her, she felt strange, it was as if she’s entering his domain.

She naturally surveyed the interior. The office decor that met her eyes was very simple. Unlike the office in the townhouse, there was no sofa here. Therefore, there was no coffee table either.

As she was momentarily confused about where to set up the tea set, he took the trolley from her hands and placed it beside the desk.

“If I had known you were coming, I would have had a tea table ready.”

“You don’t drink tea while working?”

Saena asked awkwardly, wondering if she had come at a bad time.

Actually, from Constantine’s perspective, when he started concentrating on work, Caligo would become more persistently chatty, which often made him sensitive.

So he rarely let people into his office. As a result, he didn’t often drink tea here either.

If he needed to receive reports, he used the conference room next door.

The sofa and table in the townhouse office had been brought in purely for his Wednesdays with Saena.

Though she wouldn’t know that…

“…No. I’ll have a tea table placed here today, so you can come anytime.”

“But…”

“It doesn’t taste good drinking alone.”

Ah. So he didn’t drink because he didn’t want to drink alone.

But doesn’t he get thirsty while working?

“Then… I’ll brew the tea.”

“You’ll do it yourself? Come to think of it, this…”

Saena had specifically requested an old-style tea brazier. Previously, the nanny had mentioned that Constantine liked tea brewed this way.

“Why would you risk burning your hands, there’s no need…”

“It’s alright. I’m quite skilled with these old teapots. Just a moment.”

Constantine closed his mouth as he watched Saena skillfully brewing tea from the trolley. Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off her, worried she might burn herself.

Shortly after, she poured the brewed tea into two teacups. But there was the matter of where to place them.

As Saena looked around holding the teacups, Constantine roughly gathered his documents, pushed them aside, and took the saucer from her to place it on the desk.

“You, come here.”

Constantine patted his knee as he sat in the single office chair.

“Sit.”

“What? That’s… Ah!”

It wasn’t a joke — he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to actually sit on his lap. With one hand around her waist, he used the other to lift the teacup and take a sip.

“Ah, that’s exactly the taste.”

Pleased with the taste, Constantine smiled contentedly as he pressed his lips to the corner of Saena’s eye. The warmth from the tea he just drank made her eyelid feel hot.

“How did you learn that?”

“…I happened to have experience using an old-fashioned brazier.”

“Do you like these old methods, just as you like Arles-Promesa?”

He looked at her with curiosity. His usually ice-blue eyes now seemed warm.

Like it’s filled with affection…

Saena stared into those eyes, forgetting to answer.

“Hmm. Not having a tea table is fine too.”

“……”

“Should we not bring one in?”

Entranced by his eyes sparkling like jewels, Saena unconsciously brought her lips to his.

Chu. His thick white eyelashes fluttered against their touching lips. The sensation of his lashes, fuller than a woman’s, tickled her lips, making her pull back with a start.

“……”

As if the earlier warmth in his blue eyes had been an illusion, he now stared at her with deeply darkened eyes.

She could feel his hand tightening around her waist.

“Ah, your eyes… they were so pretty.”

Saena tried to explain, suddenly embarrassed by her impulsive action, but it was useless.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been holding back.”

Though she didn’t know what he’d been holding back, he muttered as if gritting his teeth, then suddenly wrapped his hand around her nape and crushed his lips against hers.

“…mmph!”

He sucked on her lips desperately like a starving man, then licked them. Pressed so close as if to devour even her breath, he thr*st his tongue deep inside, exploring her small mouth.

As if tasting her for the first time, he scraped every corner—her teeth, palate, under her tongue, and behind her lips—while alternately sucking on her upper and lower lips.

“Mmnn, mm?”

She suddenly found herself lifted onto the desk. The space where he had cleared away the documents earlier now became her seat.

Constantine continued kissing her without breaking away while pushing the teacup to one corner. Then his freed hand began lifting her skirt.

“Co-Constantine!”

What’s even more shocking was when his waist moved between her spread legs, and his white head disappeared under her skirt.

“Mmnn!”

Her b*tt was immediately gripped and held in place as she felt his lips between her legs. Though there was one thin layer of underwear, it was already too explicit to block the sensation of his tongue lapping wetly.

Though improper, she wore simple clothing at home and hadn’t put on petticoats or bloomers—now she’s facing the consequences of that choice.

“Constantine! Ahh, not here…”

This was his office. On the desk…

Since she never imagined he would attack her like this in such a place, Saena felt her heart dropping.

She heard the sound of her last remaining undergarment being easily torn away. Saena struggled in surprise, but Constantine grabbed one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, spreading her legs wider.

“Ah! Con… no, not there… nnngh!”

She immediately felt a tingling sensation on her exposed womanhood. His extended tongue instantly penetrated her small opening.

“Nngh!”

As moisture began gathering quickly there, sounds of licking, as if he was drinking from a spring, could be heard, followed by his lips latching on as if that wasn’t enough.

“Ahh!”

Saena’s hips bucked up at the sucking sensation.

Along with a slight pulling sensation below, there was an explicit feeling of something flowing.

“Co-nngh, stantine… ahh!”

Saena bit her hand to stifle what felt like a scream.

She felt his straight nose bridge digging into her mound before it began pressing against her sensitive flesh. His flat tongue parted her folds as it moved upward, then enveloped that flesh and took it into his mouth.

Saena twisted her hips at the sensation of being lightly caught between his teeth.

“Nnngh!”

Her heart felt ready to burst.

As he suddenly began sucking strongly on the small flesh he had been nibbling, Saena’s hips arched like a bow. Her legs stretched out stiffly.

“…Ah!”

She ended up climaxing while being pleasured by him on the office desk.

Her body melted onto the desk as the built-up tension released.

She had never thought of herself as having such a sensitive body… but he always made her like this.

Either way, embarrassing things were embarrassing. The sensation of her thoroughly wet lower half was obvious even without looking, so Saena covered her face with both hands.

Meanwhile, she felt her skirt rustling as he emerged from between her legs.

Still too embarrassed to look at his face, Saena attempted to close her legs now that it was over. However, instead of closing, they spread wider as he grasped the backs of her knees and began pushing them upward.

‘…No way!’

Had she been mistaken in thinking this was the end?

Saena’s eyes flew open as she felt something heavy pushing into her entrance.

“Cons… ah, uh…!”

This can’t be…

Whether she believed it or not, he was already pushing himself inside her. His fully engorged c*ck forced its way in as if determined to find its place in her narrow passage.

“Ha, Saya. Try to… relax.”

“…ngh.”

“You’re going to break me.”

Was it the sinfulness of the location? The bright daylight? Or perhaps his gaze fixed on their joining as he pushed himself in?

Under that gaze, her lower abdomen clenched with tension, squeezing his d*ck with all its might, making his jawline tighten.

“Don’t look… there…”

Saena reached out to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer.

His face came closer and their eyes met.

She could see his lips glistening wetly for reasons she dared not put into words. When their eyes met, Constantine licked his lips as if he’s savoring something delicious and smiled.

Saena’s face turned as red as it could possibly get.

“That’s what you get for tempting someone who’s trying to hold back.”

He pushed her legs up higher, folding her body in half, then thr*st his hips forcefully.

“Ahh!”

His d*ck pushed all the way to her cervix in one go, making her insides quiver.