The polite and tender kiss trailed from her eyes to her nose and then down her cheek in soft, scattered touches. Akan smiled gently at Robellia’s dazed expression.

If Robellia felt so insecure, then wanting to cherish her was, in the end, just selfishness and lust. With that decision, Akan untied the knot of his robe. The heavy, damp robe, soaked with moisture, fell over Robellia’s shawl.

Without a word, their lips met. Clinging to Akan’s neck, Robellia accepted the overflowing kiss. Heavy breaths escaped through the small spaces where their lips parted.

“Hah… Akan…”

Akan gently lifted Robellia’s body. Robellia naturally pulled Akan’s head towards her. She shrugged, as if to hide the sound of her heart pounding as it threatened to burst from her chest.

Unable to contain the overwhelming affection, Robellia kissed the top of Akan’s head. Like a small bird unable to control the love that was welling up inside her. A faint smile appeared on Akan’s lips.

Walking over to the bed, Akan carefully lowered Robellia’s body onto it. It was the same spot where she had lain alone, crying earlier. Before Akan could straighten up, Robellia quickly grabbed the collar of his robe and pressed her lips to his again.

“Robel… is this really okay?”

His voice was deep and warm. The warmth emanating from the man, stirred by her presence, made her head spin with euphoria. Robellia nodded firmly.

Others would probably not understand their relationship. What do they really know about each other? They might laugh at the idea of risking everything for a bond forged in childhood. But she didn’t care what others thought.

Akan scanned Robellia’s body, clad only in a thin nightgown. The heat of his gaze sent shivers down her spine. In response, Robellia gently brushed the palm of her hand across Akan’s chest.

Akan smiled and loosened the knot in his collar. One by one, he unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom. Robellia glanced at the opening of his shirt with sharp eyes.

The firm muscles beneath his smooth, marble-like skin. Having grown up as a princess, seeing a n*ked body like that was completely new and fascinating. Her attention and thoughts were completely absorbed as her fingers slowly traced his skin.

“Huh…”

Akan’s eyelids fluttered at the sound of a deep sigh. Robellia chuckled softly, still with tears at the corners of her eyes. Despite the tension, the situation was more amusing than frightening. Even if it was only a vague fantasy, she had longed for a day like this.

Akan quickly removed his shirt and immediately lifted Robellia’s nightgown. The thin fabric crumpled and rose to just below her chest.

“Robel, ha…….”

Akan let out a sharp exhale, his gaze, now deepened with a reddish tinge, scanning every inch of Robellia’s abdomen and the area concealed by her underwear. Heat flushed across Robellia’s face.

“Don’t stare so much… ah!”

A large hand slid under her nightgown and gripped her br*ast tightly. The strength of the grip brought tears to her eyes. Startled, Akan quickly withdrew his hand.

“I’m sorry.”

Nothing went as smoothly as expected, and everything felt awkward. But such small mistakes couldn’t diminish their happiness. Robellia smiled with tearful eyes and gently took Akan’s hesitant hand, guiding it back to her br*ast.

“Touch me again. Be gentle this time.”

Their heated gazes met. Akan swallowed dryly and gently lifted Robellia’s nightgown over her head, removing it completely. Her golden hair spilled over the bed and under the moonlight streaming through the window, her flawless body glowed with a radiant whiteness.

Akan’s eyes were drawn to her bare br*ast. His trembling fingers, stiff with nervousness, cautiously reached out. Her soft skin felt like cream in texture and colour. The rosy tip, like a ripe strawberry, made his tongue instinctively pool with saliva.

Akan’s movements were slow and hesitant, but they were more than enough to ignite a flush of warmth in Robellia, who was as innocent as he was. Her hands gripped weakly at the sheets, crumpling them as she couldn’t resist the overwhelming sensation. Her n*pples, reddened like ripening fruit, stood firm.

Akan suppressed the rising desire within him. He wanted to bite, suck and nibble at them, but he knew it would hurt her and make her cry. Gently, he twisted one of her n*pples between his fingers, using just enough pressure not to startle her.

“Does that hurt?”

Instead of answering, Robellia gave a firm nod. She felt as if all her senses were focused on that small part of her body, and her mind was clouded. Her whole body tingled and she feared she would make a strange noise if she tried to speak. Instead, she took shallow breaths through her nose.

Akan continued to play with her right n*pple with his fingers as if it were a toy. While she felt a strange sensation, almost as if something was crawling on her skin, part of her wished Akan would press harder. Meanwhile, the untouched n*pple on the other side remained just as firm.

Just as she was about to beg him to touch the other side, Akan lowered his head.

“Ahh…!”

A nasal moan escaped Robellia’s lips. Akan, whose lips had always been soft kisses, now sucked eagerly at her br*ast. His warm, wet tongue teased her sensitive, hardened n*pple. The sensation was far more intense than anything she could have imagined and made her shoulders tremble.

“Haa, Akan, ah…!”

Akan sucked greedily at her n*pple, like a baby starved for three days. The wet sound of friction echoed through the dim room.

The stimulation was on her chest, but her stomach churned in response. Each time his teeth grazed her lightly, her hips instinctively lifted off the bed.

Letting go of the sheet she was holding, Robellia grabbed the back of Akan’s head. Her fingers tangled in his soft hair as she let out a muffled moan that she couldn’t suppress. Though her body twisted from the overwhelming sensation, she found herself wanting more.

“Hahh, Akan, ahh…!”

Anyone could see that the cries that escaped her lips were filled with pleasure, not pain. There was no stopping Akan now.

His hand, which had been playing with her right br*ast, moved fluidly down the curve of her waist. It slid between her thighs, which were unconsciously rubbing against each other, and pressed gently against the damp fabric at the centre. Robellia jumped in surprise, her body shaking.

“W-Wait…!”

Robellia was overcome by embarrassment. Even in the moments when she and Akan had shared passionate kisses, she had sometimes returned to her room to find her underwear wet. It had never bothered her when her maids saw it, but now she felt utterly humiliated.

But instead of scolding her for her indecency, Akan simply laughed. As he traced circles across the damp fabric with his middle finger, he spoke softly.

“You are soaked. Right here, Robel.”

At his teasing words, Robellia covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Don’t say such mean things…”

“I’m happy.”

Several kisses fell on the top of Robellia’s br*ast, which rose and fell rapidly with her breathing. The kisses moved slowly down, from between her br*asts to her stomach. Meanwhile, Akan’s other hand hovered over the fabric, as if waiting for the right moment to slip in.

Finally, Akan’s lips touched the edge of her stomach and her underwear. Afraid of a strange smell, Robellia stared anxiously at the ceiling. Instead of removing her soaked underwear completely, Akan gently pushed them aside.

As the closed folds parted, she felt the cool air touching her sensitive area. The strange sensation spread from between her thighs to the tips of her fingers and toes. She could feel the liquid trickling down her lower back, leaving a slightly cold sensation. Robellia quickly tried to close her legs.

But the moment Akan’s lips touched her soaked v*gina, Robellia’s mind went completely blank.

“No, no… ahh…!”

Overwhelmed, Robellia could only repeat the words “no” like a parrot, though her protests were met not with words but with intense caresses. She gripped the sheets tightly, floundering in the overwhelming waves of sensation.

Akan held Robellia’s trembling thighs. He parted the damp p*bic hair that covered her v*gina, spreading the folds to reveal the tender flesh inside. He explored the reddened, swollen area thoroughly, pressing his tongue in with firm strokes.

He moved his tongue as if kissing the depths of her heated, wet entrance, soaked with *rousal. The fluid that oozed endlessly was sweet, like the cream he had tasted once before.

“Ahh… stop, don’t… ah… hngh…”