Epilogue.

At the peak of summer, if there’s one thing no one can escape, it’s the rainy season. Heavy rain poured down without fail on the Klaus family’s summer villa as well.

The time had come when they had no choice but to stay indoors.

Of course, Diez had no complaints. Having decided to stay at the villa until summer was completely over, she peeked into Jürgen’s study, planning to read books like him.

She thought about asking him to recommend a book but ultimately decided against it. She felt that Jürgen would surely recommend only boring books.

‘Of course, it would never be intentional.’

It seemed fine to spend a quiet vacation like Jürgen until the rainy season ended. But Puppy’s thoughts appeared to differ somewhat from Diez’s.

The problem was that she had forcibly restrained Puppy, who had recently wanted to go outside. Watching for an opportunity, Puppy ran out into the rain while Diez and the servants were momentarily distracted.

“Ah, Miss! The puppy……”

Diez hurriedly stuck her head out the window and could see Puppy running across the sandy beach where they usually played ball together. Puppy even stopped in place and looked toward the villa as if asking why she wasn’t coming to throw the ball right away.

Though she wanted to believe it wouldn’t happen in midsummer, staying in the rain too long could lead to catching a cold. Diez left the villa without even taking an umbrella and ran toward the beach.

The problem was that the water-soaked sand was unexpectedly muddy. Her feet sank deeply with each step, making her think the sand had never been this deep before.

Eventually, it became difficult even to take a single step. Diez called out to Puppy, who was innocently waiting for her.

“Puppy, what on earth are you doing there!”

Puppy barked once cheerfully in response. It was clearly excited at the thought of finally being able to play ball.

What should she do? At this rate, there was no way she could catch the puppy, which was much quicker than her. Feeling her predicament, she sensed a heavy presence approaching and turned her head.

It was Jürgen who came to her side, holding an umbrella. He handed Diez a large umbrella and said.

“I’ll catch Puppy, so please stay out of the rain.”

Diez watched as Jürgen strode toward the puppy while she held the umbrella he had given her. Puppy seemed intimidated by Jürgen’s appearance and lay flat on the sand with its belly down.

He returned to Diez’s side with the troublesome puppy tucked under one arm. Due to the heavy rain, both of them were completely soaked.

“Let’s go.”

Jürgen extended his hand to her under the umbrella. Diez took his hand and was finally able to escape from the sandy beach.

As soon as they returned to the mansion, maids gathered quickly and took her to the bathroom. They couldn’t let the young miss, who was now essentially the future Duchess, catch a cold.

While receiving the maids’ bathing assistance after removing her wet clothes and immersing herself in warm bathwater, Diez couldn’t shake the scene she had just witnessed from her mind.

Since it was midsummer, Jürgen had been wearing only a thin shirt over his pants. It wasn’t easy to ignore the sight of his wet shirt clinging to his firm body as he returned with Puppy.

‘I can’t believe I’m having such thoughts.’

It was something she had never experienced before. Discovering s*xual attraction to another man.

She had always thought she would live her life keeping a distance from such things.

In truth, this was the first time she had even indirectly glimpsed Jürgen’s bare body. Although she had asked him to become her family, she hadn’t necessarily meant it in that way.

Imagining his body, wet from the rain, in front of the maids was unbearably embarrassing. Diez deliberately emptied her mind, dried herself off, and with the maids’ help, put on indoor clothes with a silk robe over them.

“Is there anything else you need?”

“No. Please come back when I call for you later.”

The maids who had finished attending to her withdrew from her bedroom with respectful postures. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Diez secretly let out a sigh.

Could Jürgen imagine? That she had received her bath while recalling his wet body.

Perhaps if she rested a bit, her mind would calm down. Just as Diez was getting up to retrieve a book she had been eyeing, someone knocked on the door.

It was clearly not the knocking sound of the maids.

“Diez. May I come in?”

Diez, trying to compose her startled heart, moved forward to open the door herself. Jürgen, who soon appeared through the doorway, had also returned to a clean appearance.

“I was worried, so I came.”

“I only got wet in the rain for a moment.”

“I still remember the day you caught a terrible cold after being caught in the rain.”

She had nothing to say about that incident. Unable to find words to argue, Diez moved her lips slightly before raising her head to meet Jürgen’s gaze.

Though he had changed into dry clothes, his black hair was still wet. That sight particularly caught Diez’s attention.

For a moment, an absurd thought crossed her mind. She wanted to remove the shirt he was wearing and see his body more clearly than she could through the wet fabric.

Should she just close the door in Jürgen’s face?

“Is something wrong?”

Jürgen asked, perhaps sensing that she was acting quite differently from usual.

It seemed too late to pretend nothing had happened.

“Duke. No…… Jürgen.”

“Tell me.”

“When you saw me in the rain…… didn’t you think anything? Because I……”

She couldn’t finish her sentence. Jürgen, who had been silently watching her, reached behind his back and closed the door.

The moment they were left alone in the bedroom, Diez felt her earlobes burning hot.

“I don’t want to embarrass you.”

He said to Diez.

“I mean that I had similar thoughts.”

“I-I’m glad. That it’s not just me……”

“Shall we stay together for a while?”

Diez merely nodded slightly at his question.

Jürgen locked the door behind him. The clicking sound echoed through the room.

Diez sat on the bed, embraced in Jürgen’s arms. She could feel another man’s body heat through the thin fabric. Looking up at him while he held her waist, Diez raised her gaze.

Jürgen, who had quickly discerned what she wanted, lowered his head and gently consumed Diez’s lips. The warm, soft flesh intermingled, creating small pleasures.

Click, click. She heard the sound of buttons being undone behind her back. Jürgen simply pulled down the chemise she was wearing and then unfastened her bra clasp. Could becoming n*ked in front of another man be this deceptively easy? In one way, it felt like her mind was flying away.

Feeling a bit embarrassed to have only her br*asts exposed, she tried to cover them with her arms, but Jürgen grabbed her wrists and pressed them down onto the mattress.

“No need to hide.”

He kneaded Diez’s br*asts with his hands, calloused from holding pens, and pressed her hardened n*pples firmly with his thumbs. Diez squirmed and moaned while one of her wrists was still held by him.

“If it hurts, please tell me.”

Jürgen’s touch as he handled her was gentle and attentive. Did he not know there was no way it could hurt?

Jürgen silently focused on exploring her body. He buried his lips in the nape of her neck. As his soft, hot lips rubbed against the sensitive area, a gasp naturally escaped her.

He circled and squeezed Diez’s br*ast with one hand. Each time her br*ast was compressed in his large hand, she felt her lower abdomen tighten. Her thin underwear became wet along with her center. It felt so hot she thought she might go crazy. Just, everything. All of it……

“Jür, Jürgen.”

When she called his name, exhaling her breath, Jürgen made a sound in his throat. Taking that as a response, Diez continued.

“Don’t just do one side…… th-the other side too.”

Jürgen then lifted his head and met her eyes. She could see his strangely sensual, disheveled appearance.

To whine about touching the other side in front of him. She felt her face turning red. Meanwhile, Jürgen, without taking his eyes off her, slowly moved down and took the opposite br*ast into his mouth.

The sensation of his soft tongue rolling around her n*pple was unfamiliar. He contained Diez, who was writhing helplessly, between his lower body and controlled her. Needless to say, this was her first such experience. They had never mixed bodies even after promising to marry.

In other words, this was the first time the two of them were having relations.

In fact, Diez was a little surprised. Jürgen handled her carefully and gently, as if serving her. It was a new side of him that she had never seen before.

‘Is he consciously being considerate of me?’

Just as she was thinking that, Jürgen, who had been caressing her br*asts, raised his tongue and scraped up Diez’s n*pple. As if refusing to allow any other thoughts, he sent Diez’s mind flying into whiteness. Jürgen, who had been observing Diez’s sensitive reactions to each of his stimulations, asked in a husky voice,

“Does it feel good?”

Everything he gave had already returned as stimulation. Diez felt herself getting wetter below at just those words. It was a moment where an answer was unnecessary. Jürgen, who couldn’t have missed her change, kissed her collarbone.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He lowered his right hand, which had been holding Diez’s wrist, and rubbed her center with his fingers. Already wet, that place responded sensitively to a man’s touch for the first time and became slick. Jürgen pressed her private parts with his index and middle fingers over the thin underwear that covered her center like a last bastion.

The area that had never been touched by another person’s hand before became painfully hot through the soft fabric. Diez moaned as if in agony and, unable to contain her yearning, began to knead her own br*asts.