Cedine slowly moved her gaze. From the corner at the foot of the bed, across the snow-white sheets, to Ivlik’s bare feet. As her eyes slowly climbed up his calves, knees, and thick thighs, Ivlik’s hand movements seemed to become rougher.

“Hah, ugh……”

Pillows and cushions piled against the headboard. The n*ked Ivlik was leaning back against them, moving his hand. His d*ck, glistening at the tip in the light of the bedside lamp, stood out prominently.

Cedine stared at the rosy-colored organ. The more she looked, the stranger it seemed, and though she wasn’t sure if it was okay to think this while looking at someone else’s body, it was a bit creepy. To think it would grow so large with s*xual stimulation. It made her think it wasn’t much different from animals in the wild that puff up their bodies to court females.

‘Do all the men walking down the street have something like that between their legs, not just Ivlik?’

If so, she should avoid thinking stimulating thoughts as much as possible when outside. If she had even a moment of lewd thoughts to alleviate boredom, she might end up unable to move.

Cedine recalled Ivlik’s officer uniform that accentuated his soldier-like physique.

‘If that gets er*ect inside, his pants might burst……’

He had said it would be over soon if she looked at him, and indeed, Ivlik’s reaction was clearly different from before. Uncontrollable moans mixed with his rough breathing. In fact, just from the moans, it was hard to tell if it felt good or if he was in pain. To Cedine’s ears, it sounded closer to painful panting.

“I said you could look anywhere…… Ugh, but you’re staring at one spot so intently……”

“Ah.”

“No, don’t look away. Keep, ah, hah, Cedine……”

He had asked her to tell him what she was thinking. After hesitating, the moment Cedine said, “It’s a bit creepy,” he started moving his hips. The m*sturbation that had looked just a ‘bit’ creepy and barbaric until now became blatantly obsc*ne.

Every time he stroked down hard enough to wrinkle the base, there was a slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh. Watching Ivlik thrust his hips, Cedine gripped the hem of her silk slip. Looking at the rosy gl*ns dripping clear fl*id, she unconsciously tightened her gr*in.

Cedine knew this sensation was ar*usal. She had felt something similar before her regression, when a goodnight kiss in the backseat of a car with her fiancé had gone on a bit longer than expected. At first, just hugging and kissing felt good, but as the kiss deepened, her body strangely craved more.

‘We didn’t go beyond that, though.’

She also knows how to make it feel even better from here. Cedine repeatedly tightened and relaxed her groin muscles. The slowly building pl*asure was tantalizing. It felt good, but still not enough. So Cedine pretended to shift her position, slightly lifting and lowering her hips.

“Mmph……”

When her now sensitive groin pressed against the chair, she felt a more definite pleasure. Cedine let out a moan so quiet only she could hear it. It was barely distinguishable from a breath.

‘Why……?’

Ivlik’s gaze changed. His eyes, which had been staring intently at Cedine, now held a sticky heat.

“Cedine, someday.”

Ivlik continued with a low moan.

“I want to put mine between your br*asts and rub it.”

“……”

“It would feel insanely good……”

“……”

“Ah, damn.”

To think we’re doing this while looking into each other’s eyes. It seems far more lewd than just mixing bodies. And he wants to do this against my chest? Cedine took a deep breath, unaware that her now er*ect n*pples were visible through the thin slip.

The next moment, Ivlik’s face contorted as he reached his cl*max. An enormous amount of s*men splattered onto the white sheets. His abdominal muscles, which had tightened inward as if being wrung out during ej*culation, slowly returned to their original position as he tilted his head back and exhaled a long breath.

For some reason, Cedine held her breath along with Ivlik as he cl*maxed. Watching his muscles contract strongly, she felt as if something in her own body was tightening as well.

Cedine pressed her knees together. The part that had been in contact with the chair had been throbbing for a while.

‘Can I feel like that too?’

The sight of him ej*culating ar*used an unexpected longing in Cedine. She wanted to experience what Ivlik had felt.

What would it be like to feel such intense pleasure that your whole body tenses up?

It’s like floating and then falling, they say. It’s a feeling of your body being pulled along on its own, even though you’re not sure if you can handle it, they say. A female magazine reader once described her experience with such metaphors. Cedine had yet to experience it herself.

All Cedine knows is the gradually building excitement as a kiss deepens, the satisfaction when her partner holds her body tight, and as just now, the way unsatisfiable desire wells up when she tightens and relaxes her inner walls.

‘What should I do to feel such an intense sensation?’

Cedine gazed at Ivlik with dreamy eyes as he caught his breath after his climax. His wasn’t a body that had built muscle volume through weightlifting. Ivlik’s body was closer to the broad, flat muscles of a swimmer. Muscles trained to be as long as possible to reduce resistance, flexible yet elastic. The more she looked, the more beautiful Ivlik’s body appeared to her.

‘He said he wanted to put his between my br*asts and rub it…… I guess that’s Ivlik’s preference. I wonder if he asked for the same thing from the woman who was his partner before my regression?’

Ivlik’s woman. The moment that thought crossed her mind, her mood suddenly became strange. It felt as if claws reaching out from the darkness had suddenly scratched her heart. It was odd; she had never felt like this before.

‘I’ve never met her, so I don’t know what she looks like, if it was one woman or two, or if it was a different woman each time. Anyway, it seems he wasn’t particularly celibate before the regression either.’

With a face that seemed cold enough to forbid women’s approaches, yet sleeping n*ked and casually m*sturbating in front of a woman he’s seated…

Cedine thought that Ivlik Wintermore was truly an unpredictable person.

‘Even without going back to before the regression, I wonder if he had a s*x partner before this fake marriage? Well, I guess that woman wasn’t someone he’d propose a fake marriage to. But, did he end things with that woman when he made a contract with me?’

If he hadn’t ended it, she was curious if he would continue the partner relationship outside the viscount’s residence during their fake marriage. While thinking she should just let him meet if he wants to, she couldn’t help feeling annoyed.

“What are you thinking about?”

Ivlik, who had approached without her noticing, gently lifted Cedine’s chin. Cedine had to meet his eyes, if only to avoid looking at the d*ck close to her face.

“I was wondering……”

Don’t say it. Don’t say it, Cedine Liere.

“If you had someone you were seeing before our marriage.”

You said it. Now you can get an answer, so you won’t feel frustrated. But why am I feeling that same sensation again?

Cedine didn’t understand why asking such a question hurt her pride.

“Someone I was seeing…… Do you mean a lover?”

So he calls a partner a lover. As soon as that thought flashed through her mind, Cedine’s mood sank even further.

“Yes, well. A lover, girlfriend, or mistress.”

She had to try hard to pronounce the last word as nonchalantly as possible. Cedine looked at Ivlik and blinked slowly. It’s better to speak and act slowly to avoid giving the impression of being impatient. At least that way, she could avoid the mistake of stumbling over her words.

“I just want to know if there is such a person. I’d also like to know if you’ll continue to meet them. I don’t have any other intentions. Someone might see you meeting that person outside and find it strange, right? We shouldn’t have conflicting stories then……”

“There isn’t anyone.”

Ivlik cut off her increasingly excuse-like words.

“I’ve never had a woman by my side in the first place.”

His face, which had been languid until he asked what she was thinking about, was now hardened without a trace of a smile. Cedine was convinced by his serious expression that he wasn’t lying.

Her mood, which had suddenly turned sour, recovered just as suddenly. What kind of fickleness is this? She could only hope that Ivlik hadn’t noticed her emotional changes. Anyway, Cedine lowered her gaze, secretly pleased by his words that he had no experience with women. The state of his pale pink c*ck was different from after ej*culation.

“It’s gotten big again……”

“So it has.”

It was a bit ridiculous how he spoke as if it were someone else’s body when it was his own. Cedine stared blankly at the c*ck with thin fluid smeared here and there. It was large enough to draw her gaze even from a distance, but up close like this, it was truly intimidating.