It was a novel rated for all ages, where the protagonists’ kiss only appeared around the 100th chapter, but somehow this…… Indeed, only this genre seems a bit strange. Perhaps it’s the influence of hyper-reality.

The man’s firm hand was already rubbing her er*ect n*pple as he pleased. Soon he squeezed it between his fingers and lewdly kneaded her entire br*ast, causing her to bite her lip.

To think a character would have such three-dimensional presence only after entering the novel.

From that expl*cit touch, she naturally realized that Shasha’s body, which she had entered, was extremely sensitive. She stared intently at his flushed earlobe that somehow looked fluffy. His blue eyes, like those of a large dog, were still brimming with tears, but they seemed to have a different meaning than usual, which felt somewhat dangerous—but that thought soon evaporated as Edgar greedily devoured her n*pple.

His thick tongue actively stimulated the tip that was already fully er*ect from being rubbed by his fingers. He sucked strongly as if he were a nursing infant and repeatedly flicked his tongue upward, causing her br*ast to bounce arbitrarily. The act of licking and sucking instinctively without technique was rather more sticky and expl*cit than any other caress.

Edgar’s hand touched her plain drawers. His bold touch, knowing no hesitation, removed them before Shasha could even cry out.

“……Shasha, did you get like this just from having your br*asts sucked by me?”

His mouth, which had been crying earlier begging not to be hated, was now irritatingly honest, speaking whatever came to mind.

Edgar traced her white extended leg with his gaze, following the underwear hanging on one of Shasha’s ankles. His broad hand arbitrarily spread her slightly closed legs. Edgar’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily.

After staring at her glistening p*ssy, he eventually picked up the glasses that had been tossed on the bed, put them on, and unbuttoned his pants. Without fully removing them, a column darker than his skin was revealed through the roughly opened pants along with his underwear.

Looking more wet than what she had seen in the morning, it twitched greatly when Shasha’s gaze fell upon it. When she frowned at the sense of déjà vu, the gl*ns oozed prec*m.

“I got like this just from sucking your br*asts.”

His gloomy voice stuck to her eardrum. His words were too expl*cit, like his rough breathing.

His large hand grasped the thick column that clung upward toward his stomach beneath his neatly buttoned white shirt. Viewed from behind, one might not know he was shamelessly stroking his own c*ck.

Edgar stared blankly at the female body he had completely stripped while only exposing his c*ck. He could see the hole between her spread legs cutely twitching as it received his sticky gaze.

……This is maddening. With a low murmur, Edgar swallowed dry saliva, then difficultly tore his eyes from the red flesh and climbed on top of Shasha’s body on his knees. Then he pressed his gl*ns, glistening with his own saliva, against her n*pple.

“Ah, wait, Young Mas…… Hngh.”

His throbbing c*ck touched something that was soft yet stood firmly with presence. Her purple eyes trembled at the sight of a s*xual organ violating her br*ast right before her eyes. Edgar became more excited at that innocent reaction. However, pretending not to notice, he rubbed his gl*ns thoroughly against her n*pple.

That’s the kind of person he was. Even while pretending to act gentlemanly toward Shasha, and always apologizing.

Though he knew she found it annoying when he acted carelessly, he never thought of correcting or stopping it. Because Shasha is kind. He always knew she would pretend to give in to him.

“That’s, strange, ah…!”

“Ha, it’s okay. Shasha.”

Not satisfied with rubbing it up while holding the base of his column as if aiming, he roughly thrust her br*ast upward. Slap, slap, the lewd sound of pressing continued. Her n*pple, already red from being thoroughly sucked, became sticky with prec*m from his c*ck.

“Hng, I said it’s strange……”

Her mouth, unable to do anything but repeat the same words like a parrot, was quite cute. Her hand, which had been awkwardly shaking, clutched his waistband. Yet her hand was too kind to push him away, causing Edgar’s passionate eyes to curve into half-moons.

I’ve been strange for a long time now.

The man, as if conveying his unspoken true feelings that he had violated her like this in his imagination every time, deeply captured her bitten lips as he pressed his c*ck against her br*ast.

Her tongue root felt numb from that devouring kiss.

His s*xual organ was still arbitrarily violating Shasha’s br*ast. Her n*pple interlocked with the split in his gl*ns, and a satisfied moan flowed from the man’s Adam’s apple. Her er*ect n*pple scraped the hole of his c*ck. Though Shasha was clearly the one being violated, he trembled several times whenever that happened.

When she opened her cloudy eyes that had been tightly closed at one point from the unexpected stimulation, she saw his dense, long eyelashes closed in concentration. As if sensing her gaze, their interlocked mouths separated with a wet sound.

Half-lidded blue eyes gazed at her intently from very close. The man’s hot breath suddenly felt unfamiliar.

She had never imagined feeling s*xual appeal from Edgar, but now her lower abdomen seemed to whine with excitement, especially from his thirsty eyes capturing her, even more than from having her br*ast caressed and her spread thighs exposed.

As the heat pooled in her lower abdomen turned into anticipation, her hole twitched on its own.

“You probably don’t know how much I’ve longed for this moment.”

A sigh-like whisper settled on her eyes. When she looked up somewhat blankly, wet lips touched her eyes.

Sensing Shasha’s excitement, a large hand cupped her flushed cheek. A light kiss landed on the other cheek where his hand hadn’t touched.

Edgar, despite still pressing his fiercely er*ect s*xual organ against her br*ast, and despite having crudely thrust his tongue into her tender mouth as if performing oral s*x just moments ago, melted her with an expression so pure it was innocent. Her heart seemed to thump at that gap, so Shasha extended her arms and firmly embraced Edgar’s neck.

“Young Master.”

Shasha’s view caught his ear, which had turned from pink to reddish. Her voice, slightly hoarse from suppressing moans, called him.

“Yes……”

Like a dog on a leash, the man obediently answered and quietly waited for her next words.

Seeing him like that somehow made her want to coldly say, let’s just get this over with quickly. Of course, she couldn’t bring herself to actually say it, knowing that would hurt him more than telling him to stop now.

As if only now realizing his gaze—unchanged and fixed on her as always—Shasha felt her heart creak and thump in a strange rhythm. The unfamiliar sensation made her uneasy, and instead of merely closing her mouth, she lifted her hand to her chest.

“Hngh…!”

The dark red s*xual organ filled her white hand. It was hotter and wetter than she had expected. Her hand quickly became sticky due to the prec*m it was arbitrarily leaking.

The man, who had swallowed a moan as if receiving a sudden attack, raised his seemingly large upper body. The s*xual organ in her hand twitched shamelessly before her eyes. Annoyed by the moist, twitching gl*ns, she raised her nail to scratch it as punishment, and veins bulged on the back of his hand that had already grabbed her arm. Through his open shirt, she could see his firm lower abdomen convulsing repeatedly.

“……Young Master, have you been looking at me like this all along?”

Her voice came out hoarse, as if his excitement was actually choking her throat. Trying to hide this, she looked up at the man with a cold expression that she might have partly fabricated, as he became aroused and erected his c*ck for her.

She wrapped her rounded hand around his veined column and slowly stroked it while watching his face contorted with excitement, shame, and guilt.

The dog in heat, who had maintained silence for a moment, instead of answering, overlapped his hand on her small one and began to arbitrarily shake his hips.

“……Yes. There’s never been, ngh, a time when I haven’t.”

Soon, thick white fluid was shot out over several spurts.

Even while urgently ej*culating, Edgar grabbed Shasha’s hand and frantically rubbed the tip of his c*ck against her palm.

“Imagining shooting this fluid into your hand like this is laughably. Always.”

Edgar moved his body off Shasha, who had become rather dazed at his honest answer, as he smiled bitterly. Then, not satisfied with just spreading her snow-white thighs, he gently spread her interlocked l*bia to the sides. Her hole twitched at the unexpected contact.

Edgar naturally laid Shasha back down when she reflexively raised her upper body at that sudden hand movement. Soon, his hand, positioned above her p*ssy with light pubic hair, revealed her cl*toris wrapped in its hood. As the skin was peeled back and the less ripened part was exposed to the air without any particular contact, the back of her knee felt chilly.

“And I wanted to keep rubbing and sucking here until you asked me to stop, no, even if you asked me to stop.”

“Wait, there……, ah…!”

His thumb, deliberately not coated with her love juice, began to press and lightly rub her cl*toris somewhat dryly. As he traced circles and pressed firmly as if to leave a fingerprint, the small piece of flesh quickly became firmly er*ect.

Edgar naturally scooped up fluid from her hole, which was now visibly holding water and gaping, and spread it over her entire p*ssy. Then he tantalizingly brushed her cl*toris at an angle.

Shasha’s thighs trembled violently at that frustrating yet desperate movement. Though she wanted him to roll her pleasure point with his firm finger as he pleased like before, she couldn’t bring herself to beg him to do so.