With Barmas’s beast-like movements pressing down from above, Romei trembled continuously, her hips quivering while she wept from overwhelming pleasure.

“Ah, ah, Bar, mas…”

“Just a little more…”

Romei, having already received Barmas’s seed numerous times, called out to stop him as she felt she might lose her breath from their continued lovemaking. Yet Barmas only muttered what must have been his countless “just a little more” without stopping.

He remained busy, mumbling like someone who had lost his mind while touching and sucking on Romei’s *rect n*pples.

The moment her n*pple disappeared into his mouth, Romei shook her head and cried.

“Hnng…! St, op…”

“…”

“Stop it… I can’t take anymore, I, hng…!”

Romei tried to push away Barmas’s head from her chest, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he was completely focused on teasing and caressing her n*pple with his stiffened tongue.

Below, his fierce thrusting continued, powerful enough to push her body upward.

Finally, Romei reached yet another cl*max, stimulated at both her sensitive spots above and below.

As her lower abdomen tightened, it also squeezed around Barmas’s manhood filling her inside.

“Mmmngh…!”

Before Romei could even savor the afterglow of her cl*max, Barmas moved his hips, forcefully stirring her inner walls that were convulsing around him.

This brought an intense wave of pleasure that made her folded body arch upward. With her sensitive flesh already heightened from her recent cl*max, the fierce thrusting that spread her open pushed Romei beyond her limits, bringing her to another peak.

Mercilessly, Barmas didn’t stop even when clear fl*id burst from their connection point during her cl*max. He continued pounding into the deepest part of Romei’s womb with powerful thr*sts, hastening his own release.

Each time, Romei trembled violently like a fish out of water, letting out m*ans that bordered on screams.

“Ahng…! Hng! Ah, no, ahh…! Haah!”

“Just a bit… Just a bit more…”

Feeling her body breaking apart from pleasure, Romei weakly flailed her arms trying to stop Barmas, but it was useless.

Eventually, Barmas, still gripping her thighs, continued thrusting for several more minutes before finally reaching his cl*max.

“Haa…”

With his release came the exquisite taste of life energy filling his stomach once again, something he had forgotten for a while.

He wasn’t sure how much life energy he had consumed, but it was certainly enough for what he considered his last supper.

Barmas looked down at Romei, who was shaking and breathing roughly without even having time to feel the sensation of hot liquid spurting inside her. He gently brushed away the strands of hair sticking to her cheek.

When Barmas touched her, Romei looked up at him with tear-filled eyes and said:

“I can’t… take anymore…”

“…”

“I can’t take anymore…”

Her muttering voice was hoarse from crying beneath him.

Barmas pulled the corner of his mouth into a grin and kindly replied:

“I won’t do more.”

“…”

“This seems enough to satisfy me completely.”

Then Barmas’s upper body collapsed weakly onto Romei. His hands, which had been gripping her thighs, were now embracing her.

Feeling the heavy weight pressing down on her upper body and his breathing, unusually calm compared to her own, Romei asked:

“What do you mean by ‘enough to satisfy you’?”

“Exactly what I said. I’ve done enough that I have no regrets.”

Barmas continued in a refreshed voice that somehow conveyed a sense of relief:

“I’m sorry for deceiving you without saying anything. And I’m sorry for ravaging you so thoroughly. But since this is a dream… since this is the last time I’ll see you, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“…”

“Romei.”

“…What?”

“I love you.”

With those words, Barmas’s eyes slowly closed.

The room, which had been filled with animalistic m*ans and cries of pleasure, now enveloped Romei and Barmas in perfect silence, making their passionate encounter seem dreamlike.

Romei blankly pondered his words that sounded like final ones for a moment before coming to her senses and checking Barmas’s condition.

Thump, thump, thump.

Fortunately, his pulse was beating normally. Just to be sure, she grabbed his hair to tilt his head back and examined his complexion, which wasn’t bad at all. In fact, he looked healthy with good color.

Only after confirming his steady breathing did Romei finally feel relieved, though her heart was still pounding.

‘I don’t understand why he had to speak like someone about to die and scare me half to death…’

It seemed Barmas had considered all of this merely a dream he was having before death. Thinking about it that way, his reactions weren’t completely incomprehensible.

Barmas knew his physical condition very well. His body had indeed reached its limit, and the truth was that his life had been hanging by a thread, with perhaps fifteen minutes at most.

So he must have known when he collapsed that his chances of survival were slim, and his belief that he was about to die made sense, but…

‘Saying he loves me before trying to die… that was too much.’

Romei, whose stamina had long since exceeded its limits due to their extended lovemaking, stroked Barmas’s sleeping hair and drifted off to sleep herself, swinging between relief and distress.

When Romei opened her eyes again, the sun was already setting.

Barmas remained deeply asleep, embracing her without moving. His even, gentle breathing moistened Romei’s shoulder.

Though it seemed he had overcome the major crisis, Romei had no way to verify a demon’s health, so she decided to call Rajie, a familiar she was acquainted with.

“Rajie.”

“…”

“It’s over now.”

At those words, Rajie suddenly emerged from Barmas’s shadow while he lay there. Usually entering only through the bedroom door, he must have been extremely anxious.

Romei spoke to Rajie, whose face had darkened with worry:

“He seems fine to me, but I called you because I think we need to check more thoroughly.”

“…”

“For now, I’d like to lay him properly in bed since he’s sleeping. Could you help me?”

“…Understood.”

With a serious and solemn face, Rajie nodded and then summoned other familiars and servants in Romei’s place to tidy the bedroom and position Barmas properly.

Finally free from Barmas, Romei asked a servant for something to cover herself with and wrapped herself in a cloak.

Though she felt uncomfortable from sweating so much and wanted to wash quickly, confirming Barmas’s condition took priority.

Meanwhile, several familiars including Rajie were examining Barmas’s condition with anxious expressions.

Romei approached them and asked:

“How is he? Has he overcome the worst?”

“…”

However, the familiars only looked at Romei without saying anything.

His breathing and pulse had seemed normal, so Romei was about to ask if there were any abnormal symptoms she wasn’t aware of when they all suddenly bowed their heads to her.

“…?”

Suddenly finding herself looking at the tops of the familiars’ heads, Romei was confused about what was happening and stared at them in bewilderment.

They were, after all, Barmas’s familiars who had sworn loyalty to him. There was absolutely no reason for them to bow to her.

At that moment, Rajie spoke up, seemingly to explain:

“Thank you.”

“…For what?”

“Thank you for saving Lord Barmas’s life.”

“Ah…”

Only then did Romei realize why they were bowing to her. She also understood that there was no problem with Barmas’s life, which she had been worried about.

While the gratitude was appreciated and she was relieved that Barmas was safe, having the familiars bow to her was quite uncomfortable.

Romei smiled awkwardly and said:

“It was nothing. I just fed him some life energy because he was lacking it.”

Even that was mostly due to Barmas’s movements; Romei had been busy receiving him rather than actively doing anything.

“So you don’t need to do this. It’s enough that Lord Barmas is healthy.”

“However…”

Rajie, who had been quietly listening to Romei, began hesitantly, speaking with reluctance yet conviction:

“You could have killed Lord Barmas.”

“…”

“I don’t know all the details, but I understand you had sufficient motivation to do so. Nevertheless, thank you for saving Lord Barmas.”

Romei didn’t know what to say in this situation. She couldn’t exactly talk about the emotions she had felt when she saw Barmas collapsed.

So she could only nod and hastily conclude the conversation.

“I see…”

“…”

“I feel uncomfortable and need to wash up. Please take care of Barmas in the meantime. And let me know if he wakes up. I’ll come right away.”

“Yes, understood.”

After confirming that Barmas’s life was not in danger and asking to be notified when he woke up, Romei left Barmas in Rajie’s care and left the bedroom with a servant to wash away the traces of their lovemaking.

* * *

Barmas opened his eyes the next morning.

He stared blankly at the ceiling. His memories were completely jumbled, and he couldn’t distinguish whether this was a dream or reality, or even where he was.

His last memory was of taking a morning walk with Romei, then leaving the bedroom with the excuse of having some business to attend to.

‘And then what did I do…?’

While quietly retracing his memories, unexpectedly lewd scenes unfolded in Barmas’s mind.

Scenes of embracing Romei until she was a mess, comforting her while she cried that she couldn’t take anymore, enjoying what he thought was his last supper—memories or dreams, he couldn’t tell—passed through his mind without pause.

‘It was a pleasant dream.’

Barmas was quietly satisfied inside. It had been perfect enough to be considered an ideal final dream.

Of course, it was somewhat regrettable that he would never see her like that again, but he thought it was enough just to have seen it one last time. Just then…

A familiar voice came from beside him.

“Are you awake?”

It was none other than Romei’s voice.