“Here?”

But now that she had said it aloud, she realized she had accepted the idea of kissing him rather naturally.

“A kiss is fine?”

Perhaps Cervel sensed that as well, because he let out a quiet laugh.

“Would you rather go to the room?”

“……The room?”

Amel stared at him blankly before asking again.

“……Ah, you mean we should go to the room?”

“Shall we get up together?”

‘He means it, doesn’t he……?’

He was suggesting that they do it in the room.

Amel was not so innocent that she could fail to understand what he meant. When she hesitated awkwardly, he smiled.

“You catch on quickly.”

Cervel slowly rose to his feet and held out his hand. She was a little surprised, but she wasn’t flustered. After all, she had expected something like this from the moment she invited him to the villa herself.

Cervel waited with his hand extended, as though offering to escort her. Amel slowly closed her eyes.

* * *

The room was bright with moonlight. Moonlight streamed in from the terrace.

“The moon is unusually bright tonight.”

“It is. There’s a full moon tonight.”

“……There aren’t any clouds, either. I suppose the weather will be beautiful tomorrow.”

Amel made small talk for no particular reason, stealing glances at Cervel as he took off his robe. Cervel took off his robe.

Amel turned her gaze back towards the terrace window.

The moonlight was dazzlingly bright. Its gentle glow illuminated the room, creating a quiet and peaceful atmosphere despite the late hour.

It was only when the door closed and the two of them were left alone that reality finally sank in.

‘I really followed him here.’

Amel glanced around the room before pointing to a cigarette and lighter on the table.

“Do you smoke?”

“No.”

“Then why do you have cigarettes?”

“The staff here left them for me.”

Cervel draped his robe over the sofa as he spoke.

“Come here.”

He sat down on the sofa and gestured to the space between his legs.

Amel approached cautiously and stopped in front of him.

“Miss Amel.”

Amel looked down at Cervel.

“Yes?”

“Did you know what you were getting yourself into when you followed me here?”

“I had a general idea.”

“You looked so innocent, but you’re not entirely naïve, are you?”

“If I followed you all the way to your room and were still innocent, that wouldn’t be innocence. It would be foolishness.”

“That’s true.”

Having followed him all the way to his room, it was pointless to worry about propriety now.

They had both been far from innocent from the beginning.

Their first meeting had been unusual.

She had walked in on him m*sturbating at the inn, spent a night with him almost by accident, and then agreed to see him casually because of that night together. By now, they were already intertwined in an extraordinary way.

Their first decision had been impulsive, but it was still her choice.

She had been drawn to him, too.

She wouldn’t deny that.

In truth, she had worried about whether she should be doing this after being thrown out immediately following her broken engagement.

Her mother had sent her away to keep a low profile until the scandal died down. But she certainly hadn’t sent her away for this.

They had crossed the line from the outset, and it was too late to put things right now.

‘If it’s already too late…… perhaps letting herself be swept along was another option.’

She would take things lightly, see him casually, and end it when the time came.

The outcome had already been decided, and besides, she was enjoying the present moment.

Her heart had already been won over by him.

That was why she didn’t want things to end just yet.

Besides, her wedding had been called off, her engagement had fallen apart and she was now in the arms of another man.

Cervel wrapped an arm around Amel’s waist as she stood between his knees.

Amel rolled her eyes and glanced at him awkwardly.

“What are you thinking about so seriously?”

Amel fidgeted with her cheek before answering.

“I was thinking that you can never really predict how things will turn out.”

“Why?”

“Because I never imagined I would end up in a relationship like this with Your Grace.”

“‘A relationship like this?’”

“……Well. A casual, private relationship.”

“You didn’t expect this?”

“No. I never imagined I would end up like this right after breaking off my engagement.”

Perhaps if some time had passed after the broken engagement, it would have been different. But she had never imagined she would come to recuperate and end up in this situation immediately afterward.

“I knew.”

With one arm still around Amel’s back, Cervel traced a finger down her spine. His fingertip moved along the hollow curves of her vertebrae, as though drawing a picture.

Amel blinked slowly.

“Pardon?”

“From the moment we first met at the inn, I knew I’d end up rolling around with you.”

Then he gently pressed his lips against hers.

Their lips softly pressed and molded together.

“You need to open your mouth.”

When her lips parted, he slipped his tongue inside.

He held her lips lightly between his own, rubbing them with his tongue. The soft, moist sensation felt strange. His tongue explored every corner of her mouth.

The wet sounds tickled her ears. When her back shuddered, Cervel ran his hands along her spine.

At that moment, her robe slipped from her shoulders.

Amel lifted her head to find Cervel looking down at her. Following his gaze, she looked down and saw the white fabric of her negligée showing through transparently.

Her pinkish br*asts were visible, so she hurriedly covered them with her hands.

He was holding the tie of her robe.

“Miss Amel.”

He called her softly before slipping his hand beneath her robe. He placed it over her full br*ast and rubbed the peak.

“Um……”

After hesitating for a moment, Amel spoke in a small voice.

“Please take it slowly. As if this were my first time.”

“I’ll try, if I can.”

Cervel kissed her again. He tilted her chin up and took her lips in his. He took her lower lip between his and explored its soft inner flesh.

Wet, breathy sounds filled the room.

As she swallowed his warm breath, he let out a quiet laugh. She was so short of breath that her head began to swim.

Cervel placed his hand over her br*ast and caressed it gently. The soft flesh yielded beneath his touch.

It was modestly sized, fitting neatly into one palm. Aside from her negligée, her body was bare.

“Ahh!”

Cervel supported the backs of her knees and carried her to the bed.

He lowered Amel onto the mattress before standing close to her.

“Arms.”

He told her to raise her arms, then lifted her hands above her head.

With a natural motion, he pulled the negligee off over her head. It slipped off easily.

“Good girl.”

Before she knew it, Amel was completely n*ked.

Embarrassed, she averted her gaze.

Cervel lay her down and kissed her. Climbing over her, he engulfed her lips as though drinking from them.

She felt a tingle deep in her stomach.

He spread her legs and settled between them, taking her br*ast into his mouth.

Like a child nursing, he cupped her br*ast and sucked at its peak. His tongue curled around her n*pple while his lips explored the *reola.

‘Giving her br*ast to a grown man like this was hardly ladylike.’

Embarrassed, Amel began to push his head away, but hesitated when she felt his hand on her br*ast.

His hair brushed softly against her br*ast. Each time the short, stiff strands brushed her skin, she felt tickled.

Instead of pushing him away, Amel found herself stroking his hair.

Cervel glanced up at the movement. Keeping his eyes fixed on her, he ran his tongue over her n*pple.

Amel’s eyes trembled before she squeezed them shut.

“This one’s getting hard, too.”

Cervel lightly tapped her n*pple as he spoke.

“Ahh, it feels strange…… So strange.”

“I don’t think so. You seemed to like it when I did this last time, too.”

Amel parted her lips in a daze.

“I did?”

“Yes.”

He pressed his thumb against her n*pple, then released it, teasing the soft flesh until it swelled beneath his touch.

Then he kissed her cheeks, chin, neck and shoulders.

His lips gradually moved lower.

He kissed her lower abdomen and the tender skin along her sides.

He moved down towards the smooth mound between her legs.

She had no pubic hair, leaving her lower body completely exposed. He held the backs of her knees and kissed the mound.

She had been born without pubic hair, leaving the area perfectly white. Even slightly spreading her legs revealed everything beneath.

He kissed her there.

He pressed his lips to her slightly damp entrance and moved them gently.

Embarrassed, she wanted to squeeze her legs shut, but her body refused to obey her.

His tongue pushed deep inside.

“Ah.”

When he rubbed her sensitive bud with his thumb, heat began to build between her legs.

His lips drank from the spring flowing beneath it.