“Hng, aaah……!”

Just as he had realized when greedily rolling, sucking, and swallowing with his tongue, the small body that unbearably loved having this little pleasure point tormented trembled violently with excitement.

The speed of thrusting from top to bottom increased.

Her white br*asts shaking in rhythm, her stiffly er*ect red n*pples, her purple eyes brimming with moisture, and her sweat-soaked hair all frantically imprinted in his vision.

Edgar roughly pounded the hole that had become as sensitive as possible with brute force. While twisting and shaking her cl*toris that he had been rubbing, he increased his speed until his t*sticles slapped against her b*ttocks. Her high moans, as if about to faint, heated his brain.

“You, ah, ah it’s too fast, hic, this is strange…… there, don’t, ah!”

“Ungh……!”

With her high moan, his column was squeezed as if it would break. Edgar, feeling that tightness, shook his hips several times, then hurriedly pulled out his c*ck after one final thrust and frantically m*sturbated it to the point of pain.

s*men thickly covered her p*ssy, which was visibly repeating its opening and closing more than during her previous climaxes. His cum was shot in several spurts onto her swollen cl*toris and hole. Each time the thick, sticky fluid was sprayed, Shasha’s thighs twitched.

Instead of going limp from post-ej*culation exhaustion, Edgar raised the female body lying weakened and strongly embraced her.

Without any particular resistance, he clung to the body that fell into his embrace and buried his face in her neck. Then, as if confirming this wasn’t a dream, he sniffled and silently rubbed his head against her for a long time.

“Shasha. Couldn’t you sleep last night?”

Everyone who saw her made a comment, likely due to her evident fatigue.

“Mmm. I was a bit restless.”

Of course, there was only one possible answer.

In truth, she hadn’t slept for even an hour, let alone been a bit restless. No, if she had merely missed sleep, she wouldn’t be this tired.

Shasha awkwardly smiled at her colleague who was worriedly looking at her shadowed eyes, unable to reveal the true reason, and quietly hid what she was holding in her pocket.

‘That crazy b*stard……’

Her language, roughened overnight, was directed at her master.

What fit perfectly in her hand was a potion Edgar had given her in the morning. Though small, about the size of two fingers combined, its dazzling color like molten gold clearly indicated it was top-grade.

To offer something normally used for severe lacerations, gunshot wounds, or deep penetrating wounds from crossbows as a mere fatigue recovery remedy. She adamantly refused after roughly calculating its value, but in the end, she lost again to those pitiful eyes.

“Are you going to the Young Master? Today he’s sleeping in more than usual. He seemed to have breakfast earlier, but did he stay up all night again?”

“……Who knows.”

“Well, it’s not unusual. Should I arrange for a tea tray in advance?”

“He didn’t pull the bell separately, so I’ll go check first…… Um. I’ll request it separately after seeing if he’s likely to wake up.”

Because my sleep-loving master stayed up so intensely all night that he probably won’t wake up until late evening.

‘So there’s no need to heat water for tea unnecessarily.’

Shasha swallowed her words internally while gathering her dully dragging steps as much as possible as she climbed the stairs.

Even without specifically opening Edgar’s door, she was certain he would be knocked out, but how could she explain that reason to others without checking? She had no intention of falling out of favor for neglecting her duties.

Though she had pushed her body quite hard with her first s*xual experience, the pain of the first time was less than expected. For some reason, he cried once, but then clung to her again afterward, making it impossible to count how many times they had coupled.

Honestly, from some point, or rather almost from the beginning, Shasha herself had passionately accepted him, so she had nothing to say…… but remembering how he ultimately didn’t listen when she begged him to stop after reaching her physical limit made her feel indignant.

It’s manageable to endure, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

Even now, her thoroughly sucked n*pples were sore, her waist ached, and the area between her legs was so raw that even maintaining a proper stride was arduous. Her entire body creaked with muscle pain as if she had been beaten.

Why is Edgar’s room on the highest floor? With each step up the stairs, her hip joint seemed to make a creaking sound.

Thinking of the man sleeping obliviously, she felt the urge to gulp down this gold-plated energy drink. She soon calmly composed herself, knowing that would only make her petty conscience cry out in regret while Edgar would simply grin with satisfaction.

‘Right. What am I thinking about drinking it. I should just secretly leave this d*mn thing and leave.’

Her heavy footsteps were actually more due to her mental state than physical reasons.

It was too late to turn back after what they had done. Pretending not to know was the best option, but… judging by how he tried to personally feed her the soup from breakfast this morning, that was far from possible.

“Haah……”

A sigh escaped her as she reached that thought. Standing before the familiar door she had somehow reached, she meaninglessly counted the spaces in the antique embossing wrapped around the handle.

When she first woke up, she wondered if it had been a midnight dream. Why did it suddenly happen like that? She consciously tried to escape reality. However, when forced to face reality due to her creaking, painful waist, everything suddenly went dark before her eyes.

Roughly looking at the situation, it was like an ordinary employee sleeping with the chairman’s son. No, not even an ordinary employee, think of something more extreme. Yes, a young master of a noble household and a slave. What was truly shocking was how this exaggerated thought was surprisingly close to the truth, like having cold water suddenly dumped over her.

Reality isn’t a soap opera. She couldn’t even snort at such outdated drama settings. The end of her sudden morning fantasy reached the point of meekly accepting a money envelope offered by the duchess.

‘If it flows so predictably and childishly, that would actually be better.’

The real reality would likely be getting fired quietly and cleanly without a letter of recommendation.

‘Ah….. That’s quite frightening.’

Yes. As she had painfully realized even after the transmigration, whatever reality that confronts you is always scarier. Above all, Edgar wasn’t an overly capable department head who could avoid gossip despite being a parachute appointment. He was just a pampered young master. A man living thoughtlessly would hardly have acted after careful consideration.

Shasha quietly clutched her head. What would Edgar want to do? In this vertically hierarchical society.

Thanks to the passionate confessions she heard countless times last night, his feelings had now reached a point where she couldn’t ignore them. But that didn’t mean it was a simple matter of saying “I see” and moving on.

Did Edgar want to date her? She also considered whether he would wield his power and treat her like a courtesan, but what followed was the image of his hurt blue eyes.

Though Shasha thought that might be the reality of this other world, Edgar didn’t seem likely to do that.

After numerous consecutive climaxes, she had eventually fallen asleep as if fainting. Her eyes, which had involuntarily closed when it was dark outside, opened again around the time bluish dawn light entered.

Before she could even feel relieved about that, her heart nearly dropped because of the pair of eyes she encountered. Thanks to his face showing fatigue, as if he hadn’t slept at all despite normally being a heavy sleeper, memories that must have been from just moments ago immediately surfaced, and it was fortunate, if anything, that she didn’t scream.

The long eyelashes right in front of her blinked heavily, visibly so.

“You can sleep more if you want.”

A languid voice fell dampily on her ear.

Edgar was lying on one side of Shasha’s narrow bed, curled up with his head resting on one of his arms. His slightly hunched back in a shrimp-like side-lying position didn’t look comfortable.

He seemed to have been just staring at Shasha in that state. His drowsy eyes were somewhat hazy, but ironically, they appeared rather clear due to being right in front of her, so Shasha looked into them for a long time without responding.

After a moment of neither saying anything, a cautiously approaching hand tucked her hair behind her ear.

Edgar seemed to hold his breath momentarily while making that insignificant skinship.

When she merely froze briefly without particularly rejecting it, his sleep-filled eyes curved happily. His eyelids seemed heavy, almost folding his eyes, making him look quite harmless.

“……The sun will rise soon.”

Shasha somehow felt a little hotter and avoided his gaze. She opened her mouth randomly, then realized the sun would indeed rise soon and raised her body.

Or rather, tried to. Edgar moved his hand that had been extended to her and gently caught her. She found herself facing him again, lying down in surprise.

“I, or rather, I cannot force anything…… whatever it may be, on you, Shasha.”

Probably forever. That will never happen. His lowered voice quietly resonated in the dawn.

Edgar traced around Shasha’s ear again, as if it had become a habit. The man’s fingers carefully traced the soft fur of her earlobe.