She once read a tawdry novel that her older cousin had brought home. There was a scene in it where a man pleasured a woman orally.

Now, she was experiencing something similar herself.

His lips gently suckled at her soft inner folds. Liquid trickled down from below.

She was already wet, yet she was growing wetter still. The damp, humid sensation felt strange.

The sound made her ears tingle.

Slurp. Slurp.

The faint splashing of wetness filled the room.

She had kissed her fiancé before and even shared some light physical intimacy with him, but she had never exposed herself so intimately—not like this.

‘Then why am I doing this with you?’

Her engagement had been broken off, her entire wedding had fallen apart, and she had forgotten all sense of propriety.

The faces of the maids briefly flashed through her mind.

‘They’ll come to my room in the morning…’

But that thought lasted only a moment.

‘They won’t know.’

She would have gone back to her own room by morning. They couldn’t tell just by looking inside.

How could they possibly know just by smelling the room?

Besides, if she had genuinely been afraid of being caught by the maids, she would never have invited him to the villa in the first place.

From the moment she invited him to stay, she had expected that they would eventually sleep together.

Perhaps she had been tempted by his suggestion that they spend time together without taking things too seriously, parting amicably when the time came.

He was a refreshing change for her.

It felt as liberating as when she went to the circus without her mother’s permission and shared warm, freshly made popcorn with her cousins.

She had eaten street food she had been forbidden to touch, while Lilline had been beaten on the calves for failing to serve her mistress properly. Amel herself had been forbidden from leaving the house for several days.

But now, she was free.

“Ah!”

Amel let out a m*an that sounded almost like a sigh. A sharp sting shot up from between her legs.

She hurriedly looked down, only to find Cervel’s face buried between her thighs, his teeth gently catching her sensitive bud.

“You keep letting your mind wander.”

He scolded her for being distracted.

“You must be pretty relaxed.”

“It’s not that…”

“Isn’t that why you have the leisure to think about other things?”

He lifted his lips from between her thighs and gently rubbed the hidden bud with his thumb. She was already thoroughly wet, and his fingers slid smoothly against her slick skin.

Amel’s breath trembled.

“Ah… Nnh.”

Her breathing grew faster and faster.

Then he pressed down with his thumb and rubbed in earnest.

Her shoulders jerked slightly. The sensation between her legs grew increasingly unbearable.

“J-Just stop for a moment… Ngh!”

Amel rubbed her head against the sheets, shifting restlessly. Static electricity prickled across the back of her head.

“Ah…”

She curled her toes and reached a shallow cl*max. Her hypersensitive peak tingled sharply at the slightest touch.

“Haa…”

As she exhaled a thin sigh, he touched the sensitive bud with his tongue.

“Ah!”

When Amel looked down at him in dismay, he raised his eyebrows.

“What?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’?”

They questioned each other, staring into one another’s eyes the whole time.

Neither of them said anything.

After a moment, Amel was the first to look away. Cervel let out a small laugh.

Amel rolled onto her side and covered her face.

He shifted quietly, raising his upper body.

At the sound of him getting up, Amel lifted her head again.

Cervel crossed his arms and pulled off his tunic.

Then he took off his trousers and climbed onto the bed.

“Oh.”

Amel blinked as she looked down.

That little ‘oh’ had sounded more like a sigh of dismay.

Cervel followed her gaze.

His *rect shaft rose straight up, then curved like a bow.

The peach-colored shaft was wrapped in dark red veins, and its head was lifted above his navel.

Amel stared at it, finding the sight unfamiliar.

Up close, it was so thick and imposing.

“You hurt my feelings when you look at it as though it’s some hideous creature.”

Cervel settled himself between her legs.

He grasped his p*nis and opened the bedside table, taking out a condom.

“Why do you have that in there?”

“I put it there. It’s what I had left over from the inn. Looks like I have two left.”

“You’ve been carrying those around this whole time?”

“They were in my coat pocket.”

So he had been carrying them around in his clothes the whole time!

Condoms are contraceptives that were developed after the Magic Tower created a barrier to block s*men.

Despite the religious community condemning pleasure as sinful and disliking contraception, condoms were widely used by married couples, lovers, and mistresses.

Amel’s face grew hot. A sudden sense of reality washed over her.

“Miss Amel. Lift your hips. That’s it.”

He brought over a cushion from the bed and placed it beneath her lower back.

“Good girl.”

He gently stroked Amel’s hair.

Feeling strange, Amel ran her fingers through her hair.

Cervel lightly tapped the bridge of her nose.

“Relax.”

Cervel expelled the air from the rubber membrane, slipped it over himself, and entered her with a smooth motion.

“Haa…”

Amel let out a dry sigh.

“If you keep tensing up like that, it’ll hurt.”

Cervel slowly sank into the relaxed body beneath him.

Amel lifted her chin and trembled. It felt as though a thick rod had been driven inside her.

She had experienced this before and thought it would be easier this time.

What a foolish misconception! Could something that large really fit inside a human body? It felt like something that shouldn’t be pressed carelessly against another person’s body. It was thick and elongated, about the size of a child’s forearm.

Even though she wasn’t tensing up on purpose, her muscles tightened and spasmed around it.

“If you squeeze that tightly, we’ll both end up hurting.”

He lowered his upper body and buried his face in the nape of her neck. Then he remained still for a while.

Gradually, her body relaxed and a languid sensation spread through her. She steadied her breathing and let out a quiet sigh.

Cervel gently stroked her waist, waiting patiently for her to adjust. He knew how to wait without rushing her.

His low, gentle voice coaxed her to relax, resonating in her ears.

Amel sighed languidly and caught her breath. With another soft exhale, the tension slowly drained from her body.

Then Cervel thr*st forward, pressing deep inside her. He forced his way through her tight entrance, pushing in with overwhelming pressure.

The pressure stole her breath. Amel’s chin trembled and her fingernails dug into his forearm.

She lightly bit the tender flesh inside her mouth. A tight pressure surged through her. Initially, he had only widened her slightly, but afterwards he began to explore deeper and deeper inside her.

He penetrated so deeply that she could hardly believe her body contained such a place. He forced his way into the small space he had created.

His shaft scraped against the densely clustered nerves and grazed the delicate mucous membranes. Each time he brushed against the tiny ridges inside her, her inner walls spasmed.

“No, not there… Ah. Nnh.”

‘I don’t think you’re supposed to touch there.’

“Ah, ah!”

He pressed firmly against her hypersensitive inner walls.

Amel rubbed her cheek against the pillow, muffling her m*ans as they turned into sobs. That was why her voice had sounded so hoarse that day.

Cervel pressed his groin against hers and thr*st deeply. Their pubic bones came into contact. When they collided, a dull ache spread through her pelvis.

He pressed his lower abdomen against hers, repeatedly lifting his hips. With each movement, he rubbed against the sensitive area between her legs, making it grow hotter.

“Hngh!”

Amel’s waist trembled violently and her body spasmed. Her back arched like a bow, her inner muscles gripping him tightly with surprising strength.

Cervel gently rotated his hips, pressing his palm against her lower abdomen. The shape of his shaft became visible beneath her skin.

“…Nnh! Ah! Hngh! D-Don’t… don’t press there.”

“Don’t press there?”

Although he asked gently, he continued to press against her lower abdomen.

The pressure made it feel as though he was pushing even deeper inside her.

Soon, his shaft began to twitch and twist inside her. It thrashed around as though struggling to break free.

Without realizing it, Amel tried to push him away, striking his chest with her clenched fist.

Amel panted heavily, her legs trembling uncontrollably. Her toes curled, and a small amount of liquid leaked from between her thighs.

Her legs quivered and shook violently while her lower abdomen spasmed.

Cervel found the hidden flesh between her thighs and rubbed it with his thumb. As he stroked the plump, bean-shaped bud, more liquid seeped from below.

Looking down at her spasming body, he prolonged the lingering sensation.

“Hngh!”

Cervel lightly tapped Amel’s cheek before pulling out.

Milky-white fl*id had collected inside the rubber membrane.