Vivian’s explanation never reached its end. The moment he curled his finger as if to confirm, her body, which had been on the verge of exploding, burst with pleasure as though it had been waiting. Her body lurched, and something hot and slick gushed out from below.

Even Renard, who had been using a faulty translator until now, could no longer pretend she was in pain.

“Ah.”

The low exhale was thoroughly hoarse. In the silence so complete that even the sound of swallowed saliva sliding down his throat was audible, he moved his fingers slowly. He traced over the wet flesh, confirming her every reaction one by one.

Where to press to make her body jolt, how to touch her to draw out a m*an. It was the attitude of someone who wanted to know all of it, down to the last detail.

“Here, like this?”

His middle finger pressed and rolled firmly against the swollen spot.

“Hik, ah, d-don’t, don’t ask, ah, ahng……!”

She shook her head, but even those words were swallowed by her m*ans. The touch that had only been clumsy learned at a terrifying speed. Renard, freed from his broken translator, now read every single breath Vivian took.

At some point, overwhelmed by sensation, Vivian tried to push him away. But Renard, who had learned that even that faint resistance was part of a body wholly soaked in pleasure, did not stop. Far from stopping, he brought his lips to her instead.

The moment his breath, his damp heat, touched her wet folds, Vivian’s eyes flew open.

“Ah……!”

His tongue tip grazed the swollen mound, seemingly to soothe her as she went rigid. He traced over it with the slow deliberateness of a connoisseur. He must have tasted the liquid she spilled, yet his tongue pressed in even deeper.

His fingers drew circles over her hardened cl*t while his tongue pushed into the slick parting below. Two different rhythms of stimulation attacked the most tender places at once. Every time Vivian writhed under the pleasure, his broad hand spread her thighs apart and held them open.

“…….”

Renard’s carefully controlled breathing began to slip, little by little. Vivian already knew he had been straining tight, ready to burst, for some time now. Even so, he had no intention of removing his trousers. He only consumed her.

“Ugh……! Ah, ahh……!! Hng, w-wait, my body, something’s, something’s wrong…… ahng!”

Vivian was learning with her body, right now, that pleasure could make a person lose their mind. His relentless tongue and fingers had already pushed her through two small peaks. Her body grew more sensitive with each one, and holding back became harder.

Through all of this, Renard seemed to interpret each peak as nothing more than confirmation he was doing it right, and his movements only grew denser, delivering only deep, concentrated pleasure.

The stage where he might hear the word “wrong” as pain was already long past. Vivian wasn’t hurting. But she couldn’t stop saying it.

His tongue wrapped around her *rect cl*t and sucked it in while his fingers shifted to probe her entrance. She felt like she was losing her mind, yet he still didn’t push inside. He rubbed persistently around the rim of her entrance, seemingly gauging how wet she was, then pulled away.

Vivian didn’t realize she was rolling her hips toward his fingers. The stimulation swelled and receded, swelled and receded. With each repetition, his movements grew a little more precise.

When Vivian couldn’t hold back her voice and peaked again, he focused entirely on that spot, licking and sucking and touching it without pause. Vivian crumbled helplessly.

A peak she lost count of tore through her body. His movements grew bolder by degrees. Finally, the first knuckle of his finger pushed slightly inside. Perhaps thinking it would hurt, Renard asked with his wet lips still pressed against her flesh.

“Here too?”

The low vibration reached the most sensitive place.

“Hik, uh, hng……!!”

She couldn’t answer. Her mind went completely blank. Why was he learning so fast?

Renard interpreted Vivian’s desperate m*an as permission. As his finger pushed a little deeper, Vivian ground the back of her head into the mattress. The sensation of her inner walls gripping his finger made Renard’s gaze waver.

The walls, hot and tight, clenched around him, squirming to reject the intruder while pulling him in at the same time. His finger, drawn in through that confusion and surrender, slowly curled and felt along the inside.

“Ack……!!”

The moment it grazed a textured spot, Vivian’s thighs convulsed. Like a hunter locking onto a target, Renard pressed that same spot over and over. His lips moved up to her chest at some point and lightly sucked her n*pple. With stimulation pressing in from above and below, there was no room to breathe.

“Hng, ahh, mmmm, haah……!”

The finger became two. He rubbed and moved in a slow, grinding way, seemingly to spread her open. The thumb of his other hand swept and ground against her cl*t.

Vivian gasped soundlessly, all three of the most sensitive spots stimulated at once. Had she peaked? Was she still peaking? The waves of pleasure came without pause, making that distinction meaningless.

“Your voice.”

His hoarse voice vibrated between her legs again.

“I want to hear more.”

“Hng, i-it’s, embarrassing, I don’t want to, ahng!!”

Vivian almost never refused anything on feeling alone. To her, every demand was a card. The ability to weigh which cards to give and what value she would get in return was how she survived in society.

But right now, there was no room for that kind of calculation to surface in her mind. The sound of herself panting like an animal was simply shameful, and she wanted to run. She couldn’t admit it to herself, but that shame only heated her body further and made her clench tighter around his fingers. Within the growing pleasure, whether Renard asked or not, holding back her m*ans was no longer possible.

Renard watched Vivian sob with her tongue loose and did not stop his fingers. If anything, the pressure pushing against her inside grew subtly stronger.

“Liar.”

His calm voice carried no intent to reproach her. It was simply the result of pure observation. Every time she said she didn’t want it, every time a m*an she couldn’t suppress broke free, every time she turned her face to the side and rubbed it against the bed sheet as though she wanted to hide even her expression, she clenched tight. There was no way to hide fully soaked inner walls from fingers already inside her.

Two fingers stirred within her, persistently scraping upward against the soft spot. Slick sounds tangled with her m*ans and filled the room. Even with his lips lifted and only his fingers moving, Vivian cried out louder. Her sounds visibly broke his breathing.

Through the fabric, something painfully hard made his lower abdomen ache with a dull throb, yet he still did not lay a single finger on his own trousers.

Instead, he pushed in a third finger. Her clenching entrance spread open and a cry tore out, and before that sweet sound even ended, the three fingers folded and spread, opening her up.

“Don’t hold back.”

Renard pressed his lips to her ear and whispered.

“I want to hear you.”

In truth, there was no need to say it. Vivian already lost even the will to hold back and was gasping without pause. Despite it being her first time, her body took his firm fingers without any pain at all. Her body was one that a man, afraid she would hurt, loosened slowly and thoroughly over a long time.

No, the inside, relaxed to its limit, was in fact aching and desperate for something larger and deeper. Unaware of Vivian’s desperate longing, Renard suppressed his own arousal and poured every bit of his focus into finding where she cried out the loudest.

The three fingers slowly spread and closed inside her, tracing the folds of her walls one by one. Then his fingertips caught on a spot that was distinctly more textured and swollen than the rest. It was on the front wall, not a shallow position. The moment he pressed it, Vivian’s body jolted hard.

“Aaaaaah!!!”

Her whole body shook like it was being flung. The liquid that spilled ran down Renard’s wrist. From that point on, Renard targeted that spot with cruel precision, rubbing it relentlessly. Fast, slow, deep, shallow, varying the rhythm as he observed when Vivian broke apart the most.

The eyes watching her were sharper and more focused than they had ever been. The concentration he once used on the battlefield to find an enemy’s weakness was now pouring entirely onto Vivian alone.

Vivian felt like she was going insane. Just as she began to grow accustomed to the stimulation, his thumb pressed and ground against the nub above, and just as she grew accustomed to that, his lips returned to her chest and teased her n*pple.

Vivian no longer knew how time was passing. She only went, and went, and went again. And still Renard showed no sign of stopping. It was the limit of her limits.