“Does it hit there?”

She had no idea what she had done to deserve this.

“Hnn, nngh.”

Worried that sounds might escape outside, she bit her lips, but he inserted his index and middle fingers into her mouth, forcing it open.

“Don’t bite those pretty lips.”

“Hic!”

With a thr*st of his hips, her body bounced, causing her to clench her jaw around his fingers.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Yes, bite mine instead.”

“Hah. Mm.”

Her fallen heart felt like it was bouncing like a ball with each thr*st of his hips.

“Both above and below.”

Saena’s body shook violently with his increasingly rapid thr*sts.

Feeling like she might bite his fingers too hard from the excessive movement, Saena wrapped her tongue around them and tried to relax her jaw as much as possible. Though not enough to let them slip out, she applied pressure inside her mouth, making Constantine feel as if she was sucking on his fingers.

“Ha, you’re driving me crazy.”

He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.

“Mmph! Mm, ngh.”

He pressed his lips against hers almost violently, sucking on her tongue like he’s trying to pull it out by the root.

His hands tore at her bodice, pulling out her br*asts to grip them. Her white, dough-like br*asts were roughly kneaded in his hands.

His d*ck pulled out until only the tip remained, then thr*st back in to the base repeatedly. With each movement of the thick column in her narrow passage, her inner walls clung to him as if unable to withstand the friction.

The sensation was so electrifying it made the back of his neck tingle, and Constantine had to grit his teeth to keep from using too much force, afraid he might break her delicate body in his grip. He looked down at her while continuing to move his hips relentlessly.

Watching her purple eyes grow hazy from his stimulation made something boil inside him. He couldn’t quite identify what it was.

Drip.

A bead of sweat rolled down his smooth jawline onto her skin.

Sweat. Speaking of sweat…

He who had never sweated even during ten hours of training under the summer sun was now sweating while pressed against her body. He stared intently at the trail of that sweat drop.

The droplet rolled down her mound and followed the curved line under her br*ast to the side. Watching her br*asts bounce up and down made his mouth water.

“Haa, ah…!”

Constantine licked along the path the drop of sweat had taken.

Though it should have tasted salty, when combined with her skin, it tasted sweet. His tongue gently licked up under her soft br*asts, following the mound up to firmly tease the hardened n*pple before sucking on it. With each s*ck, he could feel her waist trembling in his supporting palm, making him flick his tongue even more vigorously.

“Hnn, nngh.”

Along with her pretty m*ans, she tightened around him again, causing a groan to escape his throat.

“Where on earth…”

He released her br*ast from his mouth to his fingers, massaging it as he slowly straightened up.

“Did something so beautiful come from?”

He wanted to see her face completely undone, which was something impossible to see normally. Watching her face as she struggled to handle the excessive pleasure, gasping for breath with tears gathering in her eyes, ridiculously enough, it brought both his cl*max rushing forward and wrapped him in a strange emotion.

That emotion, impossible to define as just one thing, was complex, multilayered, and very unpredictable.

It was a strange feeling he had never experienced before and couldn’t even define.

Do you know?

“Mm, Saya?”

Though she looked like a cold beauty when expressionless, she became startlingly different when flushed like this in bed or during her rare bright smiles.

Enough to instantly arouse him again right after finishing.

Yes, just like now.

“Haa…”

She turned her head to the side in embarrassment, letting out heated m*ans, then slowly turned back to face him.

Her black, silk curtain-like eyelashes slowly lifted, revealing violet flower petal-like eyes that met his… and suddenly Saena smiled radiantly.

More flower-like than the violets in her eyes.

“……”

A lightning-like pleasure violently raked down his back.

A feeling of his chest constricting.

Constantine made a sound like his vocal cords were being scraped as he came uncontrollably. His release, beyond his control, pulsed long and hard.

‘Just now…’

For an instant, feeling his head spinning, Constantine blinked. For some reason, his trembling hands reached out to cup her face.

“…Constantine?”

Her face looked up at him with clear confusion.

Somehow unable to bear that gaze, he lowered his lips to her quivering eyelids.

Tap. He pressed his lips here and there, delicately caressing her face.

Like he’s tracing something precious.

* * *

The current atmosphere was as sudden as their impulsive lovemaking had been.

Though startled by Constantine’s suddenly too-serious expression as he looked at her, she soon forgot about it. She couldn’t help but giggle at the ticklish sensation of his lips wandering over her face, leaving baby kisses as if she were something incredibly precious.

“It tickles… ah, Co-Constantine?”

Thinking it was over, Saena’s eyes widened as she felt herself filling up again.

“Hah… It’s completely beyond my control.”

“W-what is?”

“What else? My body.”

His c*ck, now hard as stone again, pulled out completely before forcefully pushing back in.

“Hic! No, wait…!”

“You’ll have to, hah, take responsibility.”

The milky fl*id he had just thoroughly released inside her spread thickly along her inner walls with each thr*st.

Thanks to that, or because of it, the slightly tight feeling from his thickness disappeared, replaced by a slick friction that stimulated her inner folds and heightened her sensitivity.

“What did I… nngh!”

As their daytime lovemaking resumed, he nibbled at her earlobe while making excuses.

His hands continued to trace her face like he’s handling something precious.

Despite those gentle hands, his lower half maintained its fierce rhythm, but somehow, those hands drew more of her attention than what was happening below.

And there was one more thing that bothered her — unlike her disheveled state, he still looked perfectly neat without a single wrinkle.

Saena hated that.

While she was being shaken by his movements, he seemed completely unmoved.

His neatness bothered her greatly, so she reached out her hand.

She gripped his sleeve firmly then released it, leaving a small wrinkle. A trace of her touch remained there.

Not stopping there, she roughly grabbed his collar.

“Huh.”

Just then, he thr*st his hips forcefully, causing her to grip harder than intended.

The topmost button of his fully buttoned shirt popped off.

Through the gap, she caught glimpses of his firm neckline and prominent Adam’s apple. And briefly, his smooth collarbone.

“Ah…”

As she observed his form, she suddenly wanted to see his body too.

What would he look like? Him.

The only visible part of his body right now was embarrassingly just that part between his legs, and seeing it in the bright light had shocked her as it was much larger and more intimidating than she had imagined, but she felt seeing his entire n*ked body would be very different.

His body, trained to the extreme, would surely be very beautiful.

‘I want to see it.’

And she wanted to touch it too.

Just like how he touched her.

She wanted to run her hands over his firm, muscular body that was so different from her own.

Though Saena had never had such thoughts about any other man, she thought, ‘He’s my husband, so what’s wrong with it?’

But when she started to unbutton his shirt to carry out her plan, his expression became very rigid.

Her hands froze in mid-air, momentarily stunned by his expression that had turned so cold it made her heart shiver, and he roughly pulled out of her.

“Huh?”

In an instant, he flipped her body over. Before she knew it, she was bent over the desk with her *ss exposed, her arms pinned down on the desktop so she couldn’t move. Then he began pushing himself into her from behind.

“Ha, ugh! Con, stan… ah!”

The already overwhelming girth of his c*ck felt even tighter from behind, creating a pressure that felt like she might burst.

“It hurts, it hurts…”

Why was he suddenly acting like this?

Constantine began treating her roughly, like he’s trying to prove he wasn’t the same man who had been touching her as gently as cotton just moments ago.

Though she wanted to pull away somehow, she couldn’t do anything against even the light pressure of his hand holding down her waist. Unable to lift or twist her hips, she could only shake with his thr*sts.

“Co, Constan, huh, ah!”

Her fingers scraped against the smooth desktop surface with nowhere to hold. Though it felt like her nails might come off, he still wouldn’t let her go.

“St-stop! Nngh!”

Despite her burning body, her heart felt like it was turning cold.

He took her with a cold detachment, as though he had become a completely different person, as if he were forcing himself upon her.

Perhaps due to his skill that had come to know her body too well through countless repetitions, her body responded faithfully despite herself, even in this situation.

While her mouth kept saying no, she couldn’t hold back her m*ans, nor could she control her body’s responses.

Her own physical reactions disgusted her, and his attitude in treating her this way was shocking.

“…Hnngk!”

After repeated forced climaxes, her nails that had been digging into the desk finally tore.

With a scraping sound that sent chills down her spine, her consciousness faded to black.