“Barmas…?”

Startled by his sudden awakening, Romei quickly regained her composure and checked his condition by gently stroking his cheek and feeling his forehead for fever.

“Are you alright?”

“…”

“Can you see me? What do you remember?”

“…”

“Do you remember collapsing in your office?”

Romei asked him several questions to confirm whether his consciousness had properly returned, but Barmas remained silent. He simply stared at her face intently.

‘His eyes are open, but has his consciousness not returned yet…?’

While Romei seriously contemplated whether she needed to feed him more life energy or what she should do next, a strangely familiar warmth gripped her waist.

Barmas had reached out to hold her waist. Then, from his lips that had maintained silence until now, a remarkably clear voice emerged.

“…Is this a dream?”

“…?”

“Unless this is a dream, Romei wouldn’t be in such a state…”

The corners of Barmas’s mouth turned upward while saying this. Though half-convinced it was a dream, he was thoroughly pleased with the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Everything delighted him—from her being completely n*ked and mounted on his body, to her greedily enveloping his manhood with her entrance stretched to its limit.

Moreover, the sweat flowing over her white, smooth skin, her disheveled golden hair, and those blue eyes gazing at him, half-dazed with pleasure.

‘Perhaps they show you the happiest dream before death.’

This dream contrasted sharply with previous ones where Romei had always appeared lifeless with a stopped heart, and Barmas found it much more to his liking.

While he savored what he believed to be his blissful final dream, caressing her skin with the hand gripping her waist, Romei assessed his condition.

He seemed to think all this was a dream, yet simultaneously doubted it. His judgment appeared clouded, caught between sleep and wakefulness.

Since he seemed capable of conversation, Romei decided to ask what she wanted to know.

“How do you feel? You collapsed because you weren’t consuming enough life energy.”

“Ah… I was certainly at my limit, but did I actually collapse?”

Barmas answered nonchalantly, speaking about it like someone else’s problem.

He already knew that continuing in this state would lead to his death, and truthfully, he had lasted longer than expected, surprising even himself.

Because of this, Barmas wasn’t bothered by any of it. Rather, he felt grateful that Romei had appeared like this just before his last breath.

However, Romei was upset with Barmas for hiding such an important fact from her, even lying to do so. His answer clearly indicated someone who knew they might collapse and die.

Romei struck his chest firmly with her fist.

“Ugh! Why are you hitting me suddenly…?”

When Barmas clutched his chest, pretending to be hurt by the unexpected blow, Romei glared at him with an utterly cold gaze and said:

“Because I hate you.”

“…”

“How could you hide something like that?”

“Well…”

“It was half a lie that you could share life energy with familiars, and you hid that your complexion was worsening, claiming it was nothing.”

“Listen, Romei.”

“You knew perfectly well you would collapse, that you might die, yet you said nothing until you were at death’s door.”

Throughout Romei’s accusations, which seemed to challenge him to offer any excuse, Barmas fidgeted uncomfortably before finally sitting up and embracing her.

“I’m sorry. I was wrong, Romei. Please don’t cry.”

“I’m so furious with you.”

“I know. It’s all my fault, so go ahead and curse me all you want. I’ll take anything.”

With Barmas patting her back soothingly, Romei buried her face in his chest and sobbed heavily. Unlike her earlier tears of pleasure, these were from overwhelming emotion.

She filled her mouth with words of resentment toward him. However, they were merely adorable insults to Barmas’s ears—calling him bad or an unparalleled cold-blooded monster.

‘This is the last time I’ll see her, and all I get to see is her crying.’

Nevertheless, Barmas was satisfied that Romei was the one who appeared in what he believed to be his final dream. He also felt happy that he could hold her in his arms.

After crying for some time with her face pressed against his chest, Romei suddenly stopped crying.

This was due to the troubling sensation she felt below.

‘…Has it grown larger…?’

All Romei had done was cry in his embrace. She couldn’t understand why his manhood, which had been filling her lower abdomen, had swollen even larger.

Romei stopped crying and looked up at him in confusion. Barmas quietly averted his gaze.

He too was aware of his physical change.

In the awkward and subtle silence that followed, Romei was the first to speak.

“Why…”

She intended to ask why it had grown larger, but couldn’t continue her words. Just then, what she thought couldn’t possibly grow any bigger had expanded once more.

The sensation of her entrance stretching to the point of nearly tearing forced Romei to close her mouth.

Meanwhile, Barmas berated himself for his sadistic s*xual preference—becoming aroused by his own manhood that kept growing without reading the atmosphere, and by Romei’s crying face.

Yet it was also true that Romei’s appearance was undeniably arousing to him.

When she shuddered with her body glistening with sweat from crying, it looked exactly like she was rocking her hips on top of him while crying. When she rubbed her face against his chest, her stiff n*pples that occasionally brushed against him stimulated his l*st.

So naturally his manhood swelled, but Barmas could only say one thing to Romei:

“I’m sorry.”

“…”

“I didn’t get hard because I wanted to…”

“…”

“Of course, I deserve to be called shameless by you, and it would be perfectly reasonable to curse me for being a pervert who gets excited seeing you cry…”

Under Romei’s steady gaze, Barmas continued his uncharacteristically stumbling excuses.

Perhaps feeling something like the intimidating aura of an assassin holding a blade to his throat, asking if that was all he had to say, he struggled to speak properly.

Contrary to Barmas’s thoughts, however, Romei wasn’t staring at him because she thought he was shameless or perverted.

From the beginning, he had always been shameless and perverted, so it wasn’t particularly surprising. Though she couldn’t understand exactly what part had excited him, she actually thought it was fortunate.

His excitement meant he was feeling s*xual desire, which meant he wanted to embrace her.

And currently, Barmas needed sufficient life energy, and unlike her who had already cl*maxed, he hadn’t *jaculated yet.

Truly.

‘…This is the perfect timing to feed him life energy.’

While Barmas, completely unaware of Romei’s thoughts, was desperately trying to salvage the situation by scolding his manhood—the root cause of all this trouble—and pleading for her forgiveness, Romei took action.

She grabbed Barmas’s cheeks with both hands to hold him still and kissed him directly.

His startled voice, which had been spilling out excuses, was instantly drawn into her mouth, bringing silence.

And Barmas began intertwining his tongue with hers passionately, in stark contrast to his apologetic excuses just moments before.

“Mmm…”

“Ha…”

Their sigh-like m*ans mixed in each other’s mouths.

Barmas swallowed Romei’s saliva flowing over his lips while sucking and entangling her tongue.

His tongue movements were sensual yet fierce, thoroughly dominating, but Romei didn’t reject him. Rather, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, and said:

“Be rougher with me, Barmas.”

The moment Romei’s lips, glistening with his saliva, made this request, Barmas became convinced:

‘This can’t possibly be anything but a dream.’

He was certainly experiencing the happiest dream before death. Otherwise, Romei’s enthusiastic attitude toward s*x couldn’t be explained.

With his rational restraint completely broken, Barmas suddenly sat up and laid Romei down on the bed. Then he grabbed her thighs and spread them apart.

The dampness he felt on her thighs was just the beginning—the view between her widely spread legs was truly spectacular.

Her red flesh, spread to its limits, pulsated hungrily, seemingly begging for his release. She had released so much fl*id that her lower region wasn’t merely damp but thoroughly soaked, looking like it had been submerged in water.

Additionally, her swollen cl*toris, engorged with arousal, made his mind hazy.

“Barmas…”

“…D*mn it.”

At the sound of Romei’s voice urging him on, Barmas cursed under his breath and pulled her thighs tightly against him.

Her body folded in half, allowing his manhood to penetrate even deeper.

“Hngh…!”

Romei trembled and clutched the bed sheets when he spread her inner walls and entered more deeply.

Barmas pressed his lips against Romei’s exposed neck—left defenseless when she threw her head back, moaning—and began thrusting his hips.

“Mmm! H-ngh… ack, ah…”

A pleasure completely different from when she had ridden him and moved her hips alone overwhelmed Romei. Her body, having cl*maxed not long ago, gladly welcomed Barmas’s fierce movements.

“…F*ck.”

With each thr*st of his hips, Barmas experienced an intensely sweet and ecstatic taste of life energy, cursing while passionately exploring Romei.