“W-wait just a moment!”

“How can you tell me to wait any longer, right now.”

Ariel tried desperately to push away Latnon, who clung to her. However, it wasn’t easy for Ariel, who had never lifted anything heavier than a book, to push away someone who was originally a knight. 

Still, she couldn’t give up. Failing to maintain propriety even inside a carriage was unimaginable from her perspective.

But contrary to her wishes, Latnon’s hand had already slipped inside her dress and was caressing her thigh. When her bare leg became exposed from the outside, Ariel panicked and tried to pull down her dress.

“At least wait until we arrive at the mansion…!”

“Do you know how long it takes to get there when you say that?”

“About 30 or 40 minutes should be enough!”

“30 or 40 minutes? Are you trying to kill me with frustration right now?”

“If you can’t endure a mere 30 or 40 minutes, how can you call yourself human?”

For Ariel, who had been raised in the refined Naiad household, this was absurd. She had learned from a very young age how to endure, how not to show emotions on her face. 

Yet this man before her, no matter how famous he was for being the greatest rake in high society, couldn’t endure such a short time – it was bewildering.

But Latnon simply curved his lips upward and smiled mischievously without concern.

“You still don’t know very well, it seems.”

“Know what?”

“I’m not human – I’m a beast.”

Latnon devoured Ariel’s lips. Like a true beast about to consume her.

Ah, she could no longer endure it. Ariel also remembered the day she had been intimate with him, and she began to grow wet below. She tried to act indifferent and pretend to forget, but the intense memories of that day were impossible to forget.

His firm muscles, glistening with sweat, had moved powerfully, and his eyes that desired her so hungrily yet seemed never satisfied had made her thirsty as well. 

Now, seeing his eyes intensely wanting her again, Ariel felt that same thirst continuing from that day.

“M-make sure the coachman doesn’t notice…”

Ariel spoke carefully, her face flushed red as she couldn’t even meet his eyes and hung her head low. At her words, which were tantamount to permission, Latnon immediately loosened his cravat.

“Our coachman is competent – he won’t know anything until we arrive.”

Even if he noticed what was happening inside the carriage, he was expected to know nothing. Thus, Latnon could finally touch the skin of Ariel that had made him so aroused.

He wanted to immediately unbuckle his belt, pull out his fully er*ect p*nis from his pants, and thrust it into her v*gina. But if he rashly pushed his member inside, Ariel would likely never give him another chance.

However, contrary to his feelings, his hands hastily removed her pure white undergarments and tossed them aside. Latnon breathed roughly as he tried to caress her v*gina. He needed to loosen her inside while he still had some reason left, so she could more easily accept his member.

“It seems I wasn’t the only one looking forward to this, Ariel?”

His voice carried barely concealed excitement upon confirming that her v*gina was already slick. True to Ariel, whom he had so desperately craved, her v*gina was already drenched with arousal. Latnon’s finger pushed inside, spreading her inner walls. 

Even though it was just one finger, her inner walls tightened around Latnon’s finger. Thinking about what it would be like if this were his p*nis instead of just a finger, he felt transparent liquid flowing from his tip.

“N-no, it’s not.”

“Not likely.”

Ariel denied it, unable to even meet his eyes. Latnon knew her words were lies. If she truly hadn’t been looking forward to it, she wouldn’t have become wet enough to make such squelching sounds every time his finger moved.

“Can you hear it? How wet you are. Ah, I should have held back a little longer. Then I might have been able to see you clinging to me, begging to be held.”

“That would never happen… Haah!”

Ariel, who was always accustomed to enduring, thought she would be fine, but she couldn’t suppress her moan when another finger suddenly entered inside. When he moved his two fingers in a crossing motion, the squelching sound of her arousal became even louder. 

Ariel wanted to cover her ears, not wanting to believe those sounds were coming from her, but her hands were fully occupied gripping her dress tightly to endure the pleasure he was giving her.

“Ah, ugh!”

Every time Latnon’s fingers touched her sensitive spots, moans burst from Ariel’s lips. No matter how much she wanted to pretend otherwise, the pleasure she had felt during the night she had spent with him before came flooding back. 

Ariel, who had come to desire greater pleasure, struggled to resist the urge to move her hips herself. Fortunately, before she could follow her instincts, Latnon couldn’t hold back and pulled out his member.

“Ugh, Ariel. Put your arms around my neck.”

She released her grip on her dress and, trembling with pleasure, wrapped both arms around Latnon’s neck. Latnon kissed her nape while thrusting his p*nis, which had felt ready to burst for some time, into her v*gina.

“Haaah…!”

A thick member incomparable to fingers entered, scraping against the wrinkled walls inside. The tight stretching of her interior caused her to reach a light climax from the simple insertion alone, and her widely spread legs trembled violently.

When Latnon finally pushed his member into her long-desired v*gina, he shuddered with indescribable satisfaction. The fact that the supposedly rigid eldest daughter of the Naiad family could show such a wanton appearance and give greater pleasure than anyone else was something only he would know.

“I barely put it in, yet you already came?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“I think I can tell.”

Though Latnon spoke in his characteristic playful voice, he was frowning deeply to suppress the rising urge to ej*culate. Even without him moving, her inner walls were pulsing and moving, so he was waiting for a moment. But when the carriage jolted, he unintentionally stimulated deeper inside. Finally, unable to endure any longer from that trigger, Latnon thrust his hips roughly.

“Haah! Mmmm, Latnon, ah!”

“Ariel.”

Latnon kissed Ariel’s nape. Still not satisfied, he kissed the upper part of her chest and shoulders over her dress. While kissing gently, his lower body moved roughly, driving her onward. Ariel gasped at pleasure far beyond what she could handle. She feared she might become unable to think at all.

“J-just a little slower…!”

“I’ll go slowly when we get to the bedroom later. So, okay?”

At Latnon’s persuasion, Ariel nodded slightly. Normally she might not know, but the Latnon she remembered never yielded at all, at least when they were intimate. 

Ariel quickly became intoxicated by the pleasure he gave her. She was becoming stained with pleasure at an even faster pace than when she first spent the night with him.

And Ariel would only learn much later what Latnon meant by “slowly” – that it gave even more lingering pleasure than this.

* * *

Going back in time, the catalyst for all these events was entirely due to Maximus Roysel.

Ariel had gone to a cafe to meet Maximus Roysel, her fiancé, who said he had something to discuss with her. Since they were soon to be married, she wondered if he might be proposing. But the words that came from his mouth were the complete opposite of what she had expected.

“Ariel, let’s break off our engagement.”

“What are you saying right now?”

Ariel Naiad, who had been raised as the noble eldest daughter of the Naiad household, had just been rejected. There were quite a few families of higher status than the Naiad count family. 

However, the Naiad family had long produced many individuals with holy power, and once every hundred years or so, a child who could see the future was born, making their honor exceptional. 

Since even the imperial family couldn’t ignore this family, Ariel possessed an even more noble atmosphere than the daughters of other ducal or marquis families, perhaps even more than imperial princesses.

But a broken engagement? She almost let cracks show in her expression. However, she skillfully concealed her emotions.

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t have the confidence to live married to you.”

“May I ask the reason?”

Ariel couldn’t even guess why she should have her engagement broken. Her fiancé – no, to be precise, her former fiancé – Maximus Roysel might be from the same count family as her, but her family, the Naiads, had far greater honor and several times more wealth. 

In other words, the Roysels would gain much more from this marriage than the Naiads. So from Ariel’s perspective, who truly considered her marriage a purely political arrangement, this declaration of broken engagement was naturally incomprehensible.

Moreover, Maximus had been pleading so persistently, saying “Aren’t we already promised in marriage?” and “Other people are intimate even without being engaged, so how does it make sense for me to remain chaste like this?” that she had even spent a night with him recently.

‘But why? Is this what it means to use someone and toss them aside?’