Chapter 4.4

“Um, Sir Grey.”

“Yes? Oh, right. We were supposed to have s*x.”

Despite her answer, her gaze remained fixed below. Evan licked his dry lips and, mustering his courage, kissed her. He wanted to give Daphne the same blissful experience she had given him.

‘I should have listened more carefully to my brothers’ advice.’

He regretted it deeply, but there was no turning back time, so Evan decided to focus on the present. As his tongue gently parted her lips, Daphne shivered.

Evan carefully stroked her rounded shoulders, then slowly traced down her back. Soon, the two of them were breathing in sync with each other.

‘So soft…’

Having grown up among brothers with not a hint of gentleness, this was the first time Evan had ever felt something so soft. Drawing on vague memories, he gently caressed Daphne’s n*pples.

His movements were obviously clumsy, betraying his inexperience, but a soft purring sound came from Daphne’s throat.

The process was important, but so was the result. It mattered that she felt as much as he did. Evan lifted her by the hips, still keeping their lips together.

To keep her from tipping over, he held the back of her head and laid her down on the bed. The bed creaked under their combined weight.

He held her knees and spread her legs, exposing the insides of her thighs. Evan took a deep breath and broke the kiss. Her white underwear was damp, and her private area was faintly visible through it.

From here on, it was truly uncharted territory. With trembling hands, Evan slowly pulled down her underwear. As the damp fabric left her skin, Daphne let out a small m*an.

“Evan…”

Daphne, her eyes half-lidded, called his name. Perhaps embarrassed by her now-exposed body, she reached down to cover herself. Through her slightly parted fingers, her most intimate place appeared and disappeared.

How was he supposed to interpret this?

Evan found himself staring at her glistening entrance, and before he knew it, he bent down. When he touched the swollen flesh with the tip of his tongue, a delicate m*an escaped Daphne’s lips.

As he gently licked the entrance, a shiver ran down his spine—her hips twisted at even the slightest touch.

The more he felt her breathing quicken under his touch, the more his heart swelled. Gathering his courage, he opened his mouth wider, taking in more of her, the taste and scent making his mind go hazy.

“Ah, ah…!”

Daphne gripped his hair. The strength of her grasp didn’t hurt; if anything, he welcomed it. He felt like he could stay buried between her thighs all day and never tire of it.

“No, not there…!”

This time her voice was clear. As he teased her entrance with his tongue, her grip on his hair tightened.

When she tried to curl up and escape, Evan held her hips firmly, swallowing her flowing essence and sucking harder.

Her body tensed, then her hips lifted off the bed. His nose brushed against her, and as she reached her peak, her fl*ids spilled out, covering his face.

“Ah, ah…”

Even with his face a mess from her warm essence, he felt nothing but joy—because he’d brought her pleasure.

The next step was to join their bodies. Evan looked down at himself, still hard and eager, and wondered,

‘…Is this even possible?’

No matter how he looked at it, he seemed far too large for her. Just then, Daphne slowly sat up, steadying herself with shaky arms as she faced him. Perhaps the alcohol was wearing off, as her flush had faded.

Before he could say anything, Daphne placed both hands on his shoulders, pressed herself against him, and began to move her hips.

“Haa…”

Evan let out an unconscious m*an, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. Their skin burned where it touched.

As Daphne moved her hips back and forth, she pressed her forehead against his shoulder. Every time her n*pples brushed his chest, Evan panted and moved his own hips.

Daphne reached her peak again. As she trembled, her eyes hazy, Evan kissed her cheek, neck, and shoulders, then lifted her hips slightly.

But he struggled to find the right place, fumbling for a long while. Only after rubbing the tip of himself against her entrance for some time did he finally find it.

“Ah, hurry, please…”

At Daphne’s urging voice, Evan felt like his mind was about to go blank again. Everything about her in this space was simply too stimulating.

“I’ll go in slowly.” 

At those words, Daphne nodded. The moment he pressed in the tip with effort, Daphne’s face twisted all at once.

But Evan’s feelings were a bit different. The sticky sensation of her tightness made him feel as if he might cry. The pounding sensation, as if his heart were beating in his body, and the way her body tried to push out the unfamiliar intruder, filled him with indescribable ecstasy.

Because of that, he became a little greedy. He tightened his arms so she couldn’t move and slowly pushed himself in further. As Daphne leaned her head back and exhaled deeply, she punched his shoulder with her fist.

“If it hurts, bite me.”

Apparently not fond of that suggestion, she rolled her eyes and opened her mouth wide to bite his shoulder. The sight was so endearing that Evan burst out laughing.

Bit by bit, her entrance opened, and before long, she had taken more than half of him. Evan furrowed his brows at the intense pressure and exhaled sharply, lowering her hips to draw her in closer.

“Ah, wait, ah, hnn…!”

At the same time, her inner walls clenched tightly around him. Evan inhaled sharply and stiffened. If he wasn’t careful, he might finish before even doing anything.

“Please, slowly…”

Daphne’s tearful plea reached his ears. He could feel her trembling thighs. Slowly, please, slowly… Repeating her words in his mind, Evan moved his hips at a gentle pace.

“Haa…”

Evan glanced down, looking at where they were joined. Her hair was soaked with her own arousal. Now, there was only one thing left to do.

“Ah…!”

He pulled out very slowly, then pushed back in again. As he repeated this slow, deep motion, the sensation of her sensitive inner walls sent shivers through his entire body.

‘So this is why everyone does this.’

He remembered Jermel giggling over dirty magazines and suddenly understood, though the realization came with a jolt of fear.

‘Am I going to become like them?’

He had always thought those who risked everything to sneak out of the dorms for women were foolish and incomprehensible. At least, until yesterday.

But now, with Daphne—someone he’d felt even touching was a sin—he was pressed skin to skin, sharing breath, rubbing against her most intimate places. In this moment, he was no different from those he had once mocked.

For this sensation, he felt he could give up anything. If she asked for his life, he’d want to give it to her.

Evan pressed a kiss to Daphne’s flushed cheek, then thr*st his hips up hard. Each time his body pressed deeply inside her, Daphne’s chest heaved.

“Haa, uhn, hnn!”

With each deep motion, her face twisted in pleasure. Sometimes she tried to push his shoulders away, then clung to him, mumbling incoherently.

Her hips, moving erratically, slapped against his thighs. Evan sucked and gently bit the nape of her neck, quickening his pace.

He thought there was nowhere left to go, but she seemed greedy, her inner walls gripping him even tighter.

“Ugh…”

The strength of her grip made Evan groan. Daphne called his name, rubbing her sweat-soaked face against his shoulder, looking up at him with heated eyes.

“Evan, E-van…”

Her voice, ringing in his ears, was dizzying. With every sharp slap of their bodies, Daphne cried out.

It sounded almost like the voice of a lover calling a beloved’s name. But what she wanted from him wasn’t a lover’s relationship, but data for her research.

Evan tightened his arms around her, marking her deeply as if to leave his trace inside her, even though he knew nothing lasting would come of it.

* * *

“…That’s what happened.”

Despite having just recounted everything that happened the previous night, Evan’s face was calm. Daphne was just grateful that he hadn’t told her all of this until she asked.

If he’d been a bad person, who knows what he might have done. It was truly fate that she ended up with someone as inherently good as him.

But at this moment, what mattered was not that he was a good person, but that she herself had done such a thing and forgotten all of it. Daphne came to a slow stop. Then, turning to face him—who stopped a little after her—she bowed her head.

“I’m sorry.”

“…What?”

His voice sounded strangely deflated, lacking any strength. Hearing him sound as if the air had gone out of a balloon, Daphne spoke firmly.

“What happened last night was entirely my fault. So it’s right that I apologize.”

She couldn’t look at his face. She had made all kinds of mistakes in her life, but never one like this.

She had suggested they sleep together for research, but she had no right to be so reckless. With a worried look, Daphne tried to gauge his mood.

He didn’t look happy, but he didn’t look upset either. In any case, she’d had a contraceptive procedure, so even if he finished inside, there wouldn’t be a child. For either of them, it wasn’t the worst-case scenario. If he hadn’t had that procedure, she had no idea what she would’ve done—she might have panicked completely.

“If you want a formal apology…”

“That’s not necessary.”

His voice was firm. Maybe even a little annoyed. Daphne, having never seen this side of him, looked up in surprise.

“I don’t remember it well either, so you don’t have to apologize.”

But you’d explained it all so vividly…

Still, Daphne pressed her lips together. Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, as if she was upset by what had happened last night. Pretending not to notice, Daphne began to walk away.