In that moment, Xenon’s red eyes and smile sparkled in harmony with the light of the Luluberries. Rudis flinched at his flawless display of charm, particularly inappropriate at someone else’s wedding.

“Wake up from your dream.”

Refusing to be drawn in, Rudis gave him the same answer as before.

“Why? Wouldn’t my c*ck taste better than that beast brat’s?”

Xenon whispered playfully, seemingly tireless in his provocations.

“What are you saying!”

Startled by such vulgar words amid this beautiful scene, Rudis quickly glanced around. Thankfully, it seemed no one had heard. Relieved, she glared at Xenon.

“Just kidding. Still, being rejected twice doesn’t feel particularly good.”

Xenon shrugged with feigned nonchalance.

“If you keep this up, I’ll be in a difficult position.”

Rudis retorted curtly. At that moment, Xenon’s face suddenly turned serious. His previous playfulness vanished, replaced by a sharp gaze like burning flames. Unlike his usual self, there was no trace of mischief—he seemed like a different person entirely.

“Eight years ago, you appeared in this village suddenly. No matter how much I investigated, I couldn’t find any information about you. It was as though you never existed in this world. Where were you before coming to this village?”

His intense red eyes pierced through Rudis, fierce and determined, resolved to uncover all her secrets.

This was a side of Xenon she had never seen before.

Rudis felt her mouth go dry. She couldn’t tell the truth, yet she couldn’t easily make up a lie either. Xenon maintained his silence, waiting for her answer. The heavy silence settled between them, creating a palpable tension.

“…I don’t remember.”

Rudis eventually mumbled an awkward lie.

“You’re quite good at lying.”

Xenon sneered, shaking his head. A strange disappointment flashed across his cynical smile.

“Of course it couldn’t be true.”

Xenon muttered to himself, lowering his head. He even looked somewhat sad.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. I was just under a misapprehension. I apologize.”

Despite knowing Rudis’s answer was a lie, Xenon seemed unconcerned.

“I asked you about the Tarkar before. You should be careful too. They’re cruel creatures. Cunning and gloomy. And primitive on top of that.”

Rudis tilted her head at Xenon’s sudden change of topic. Even for the Information Guild, not all information seemed accurate. The Tarkar that Rudis knew—specifically Iska—was far from Xenon’s description.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

Rudis calmly countered. Iska was cute and kind, domestic and affectionate. He was an incredibly lovable being.

“Those beast brats are all the same. If that beast brat at your house has served his purpose…”

“Why do you condemn the beast-people so much? Iska is…!”

Rudis raised her voice. What had started as information about the Tarkar had somehow become criticism of Iska. It was intolerable.

“Because I’ve experienced it. Personally.”

Experienced it? She wondered if he was joking, but Xenon’s face was serious. His distant expression, like someone remembering a very old wound, prevented Rudis from asking further.

“What I’m saying is, don’t trust that beast brat too much.”

Xenon quickly changed his expression as he spoke, mixing in a smile, suggesting it wasn’t a serious matter.

“He’s not a beast brat. He’s Iska. And there’s nothing to worry about.”

It was a naive statement. One that could never be made by someone who knew what those creatures were truly like. Somehow, it resembled something her past self might have said.

“I hope so too.”

And if the same thing happened again, Xenon vowed never to repeat the same mistake. Absolutely.

* * *

“Hnngh. Iska.”

Upon returning from the wedding, Rudis rushed to Iska who had been waiting for her as soon as she opened the front door. It seemed she was the one in heat, not Iska. Yet the aftermath was entirely Rudis’s burden to bear.

“You look delicious, so wet.”

Iska murmured ecstatically, gazing at her moistened lower region. Rudis trembled slightly. When intimate with Iska, she was always in a prone position, unable to see his face. But his roughly broken voice now revealed just how excited he was—and what would follow.

“Haah.”

Lips filled with rough breathing descended upon Rudis’s womanhood. He licked greedily, devouring everything.

Rudis’s hips jumped each time his rough tongue brushed against her sensitive bud. Like a cat in heat, she firmly pressed down on her hands supporting her weight and raised her hips to feel even better.

“Aaahh.”

Still not satisfied, Iska grabbed Rudis’s b*ttocks and lifted them to suck on her womanhood. He licked every fold of her l*bia and even probed with his stiffened tongue. Though this happened every time, it was always electrifying.

“Put it in now.”

Unable to bear the approaching climax, Rudis rubbed her face against the bed sheet. Her small body, disheveled on the crumpled bed, raised her hips again and positioned herself like mating animals.

With dreamy, unfocused eyes, Iska aligned his tip with her entrance and pressed firmly.

“Hnng. There. Not there!”

Rudis jumped up in alarm.

“Haa, I’m sorry. Your p*ssy is so wet that I slipped.”

Despite his straightforward apology, his tip was still stimulating the wrong entrance. Clearly enjoying the sticky resistance, he slowly pressed against the wrinkled area and then slid away. His voice was full of excitement.

This wasn’t the first time. It happened so often that she feared he would truly make a “mistake” someday.

Eventually, as she always did, Rudis reached down to grasp Iska’s manhood and guided it to her entrance herself. Each time she did this, she could clearly feel the pulsing veins against the smooth skin. Though she touched it often, the bumpy texture always gave her a peculiar sensation.

“Thank you.”

Iska kissed her back. It seemed he deliberately did this because he enjoyed having Rudis position him herself.

“Hnng.”

“Ha, it feels like my c*ck might get cut off. It’s so tight. But it feels so good.”

Before she could voice any suspicions, Rudis was rocked by his movements. At first slowly, forging a path, then violently enough to shake the large bed.

“Ah, aah.”

With his eyes closed wanting to feel only Rudis, Iska moaned and moved his hips. Each time his dark red column withdrew, the delicate membrane surrounding her entrance stretched to its limit and followed.

It was rough, primal thrusting. Her small hands, flushed red and swollen, clutched the bed sheets, clawing them.

“Hnnngaah.”

“Hnng.”

Her body arched dramatically, and her rounded, compressed b*ttocks convulsed. The man’s b*ttocks also contracted tightly as he ej*culated, gripping the woman’s trembling, weakened body.

“Haa, haa.”

Her dreamily unfocused pupils stared into space. The pleasure was so cruel and overwhelming that she couldn’t regain her senses. Rudis hastily caught her breath after having held it. Her quivering fingers remained stiff, still gripping the sheets. The woman remained silent even as the man continued pressing his still-er*ect member against her body.

“Lady Rudis.”

“Hnng.”

Her eyelids flickered at the calling voice. The man, still completely enveloping her small body, whispered softly.

“Let’s stay like this. Forever.”

* * *

“Would you like some more?”

On a refreshing summer afternoon, Iska watched Rudis chewing with a pleased expression.

“Mmm. It’s really delicious.”

“After you finish, take a nap. You didn’t sleep well last night.”

Whose fault was that?

Rudis rolled her eyes at Iska’s somewhat shameless remark.

“No, I need to go out.”

“…Again?”

Iska’s voice trembled slightly.

“Yes. I have things to do.”

“…”

“I’m sorry. I’ll take care of it as quickly as possible.”

Seeing Iska’s visibly dejected face, Rudis felt guilty. But she had many quests backed up. There were already numerous quests after the typhoon passed, and with Ralph’s rush quest added, there was a pile of unfinished tasks.

After chewing and swallowing what was in her mouth, Rudis carefully asked.

“Well, Iska. Would you like to go to the village together?”