Jürgen also had no experience with other partners. Since he had never been interested in such matters, what would he know about techniques to satisfy a woman?

Fortunately, Jürgen was a man quick to notice and learn. He explored every part of Diez’s body and quickly figured out where she liked to be touched. When he sucked her br*asts, Diez would cry out in satisfaction and embrace his lower body with both legs.

She also liked when Jürgen kissed her. Jürgen discovered during their first intimate encounter that she preferred s*x with penetration after thoroughly enjoying f*replay.

In dreams or imagination, Jürgen had shared intimacy with Diez several times. But actually mixing bodies, he was overwhelmed by an exhilarating satisfaction incomparable to what he had felt in dreams.

Diez called his name over and over. Not because she wanted to say it hurt or was too much. She was excited by Jürgen, and later, she genuinely wanted him to continue.

Holding Diez as she clung to him pleadingly, exploring her entire body, thrusting his member into her, and hearing her cry out in excitement was truly a satisfying experience for him as well.

Diez, heated to the maximum, happily accepted his c*ck and tightly squeezed her inner walls.

What he gained from their intimacy wasn’t just simple pleasure.

Being loved by her. The fact that in bed, Diez had come to trust him completely, want him, and desperately crave him.

The moment he physically felt that he had become the only man she permitted, Jürgen was enveloped in a fulfillment he had never experienced before.

Once, Jürgen had thought himself a demon.

He believed nothing could save him—the self that whipped Diez’s body in his imagination and became excited tasting the blood seeping from her white skin.

But now he knows. How exciting it is to satisfy Diez in bed. It was so good he couldn’t easily forget it. It was much more satisfying than the s*x he had imagined.

It was enough to erase the desire he inherited from his father.

How many hours had passed since she fell asleep? Diez, who had opened her eyes drowsily, suddenly looked to the side. Jürgen was lying on his side facing her, eyes closed, asleep.

He hadn’t even properly covered himself with the blanket. Only Diez was wrapped in a thick blanket over her shoulders.

Asleep, he looked quite different from when he was awake. Diez, who was looking at him in a dazed state having just woken up, suddenly directed her gaze toward his exposed forearm.

The burn scar, now healed into a scar, particularly caught her eye. Jürgen had never once talked about the burn on his forearm. Whenever she showed curiosity, he would answer as if making excuses.

‘It’s nothing but a minor wound.’

‘It was just an insignificant accident.’

She didn’t press further, but Diez knew he was lying. A burn that took several months to heal could hardly be called insignificant.

‘Why won’t you tell me?’

Still, Diez understood. Jürgen must have a few secrets he didn’t want to talk about. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Diez. Rather, if it was something he wanted to hide from her, it must be a trauma so significant that even mentioning it was difficult for him.

It seems he couldn’t completely erase the burn marks. Diez unconsciously stroked the scar on Jürgen’s forearm.

It was at that moment that Jürgen opened his eyes. Did it hurt? Thinking it might have, Diez asked with wide rabbit-like eyes.

“S-sorry. Did I wake you?”

Instead of answering right away, Jürgen gazed at her intently. Unlike Diez’s eyes, which resembled jewels filled with blue light, his were like a deep blue sea of unfathomable depth.

Before, that sea had only been frightening. A sea whose depth couldn’t be gauged could cause a tsunami at any time. Even when calmly settled, the deep sea always made her anxious.

But not now. Because she knew that sea would never swallow Diez…

The gaze looking at her was comfortable. Staring into her eyes, he raised his hand at some point and preciously stroked Diez’s cheek.

Then Jürgen leaned his upper body toward her and kissed her lips.

“Did you sleep well?”

He asked. It was also like an answer to her question. An answer that he hadn’t woken up startled because of her.

“Why weren’t you covered with a blanket?”

“Because I didn’t lie down with the intention of sleeping.”

He answered.

“But watching you sleep, I must have dozed off without realizing it.”

So you were going to keep watching me the whole time I slept? Diez suddenly felt her face burning hot.

“I don’t understand why you want to watch me sleep.”

She protested in a small voice.

“I might say something silly in my sleep……”

“You didn’t talk in your sleep, so rest assured. You always tend to sleep deeply. It seems you don’t even dream.”

“It’s still embarrassing.”

“What is there to be embarrassed about, in front of me?”

Jürgen said with a slight smile, as if finding her adorable. But Diez couldn’t smile back. I’m serious. It’s really embarrassing to think you’re watching me sleep like that.

Though it was embarrassing, she didn’t dislike it enough to firmly tell him to stop. If it were someone else, perhaps—but because it was Jürgen.

She knew that even if she showed a somewhat foolish side, he would always look at her with warm eyes.

“Why don’t you sleep a bit more? You looked very tired.”

“I’ve slept enough and woken up. I’m fine now.”

“That’s good.”

Thanks to Jürgen washing her, her body was dry and fluffy. He always put his heart into their intimate moments, but he never forgot to take care of her afterward.

Although she didn’t want it to be so, after one session with Jürgen, she would often lose strength and feel dizzy. Today too, she had fallen asleep as if fainting right after reaching climax.

She remembered him carrying her to the bathroom…… but seeing how she couldn’t recall anything after that, she must have fallen into a deep sleep.

Feeling loved is always a good thing. That was one reason Diez had come to enjoy sharing a bed with Jürgen.

When their bodies intertwined and she received his caresses, she could fully feel how he cherished her above all else.

She learned through Jürgen that s*x could be incredibly pleasurable. The fear she once felt at the mere thought of lying beneath a man was now a thing of the past.

“You could sleep a little longer if you wanted.”

“I don’t want to sleep more. Strictly speaking, it’s not even bedtime yet.”

Besides, dinnertime would soon arrive. By now, Diez couldn’t even imagine skipping a meal.

She would truly feel miserable if she missed even one of those delicious meals.

“Jürgen.”

“Yes?”

“Tell me you love me more often.”

She whispered in a small voice.

“Actually, I really wanted to hear those words today. I wondered if you would notice my feelings, and I was so happy when you said exactly what I wanted to hear.”

I want to hear more. Those words. Listening to her additional words, Jürgen pulled her into his arms. His low voice immediately reached her ear.

“I love you. You are the only one I love.”

Diez smiled broadly, taking advantage of the moment when his gaze couldn’t reach her. Jürgen, still embracing her, spoke again.

“I’m sorry I haven’t said it often enough. I’ll try to say it more frequently from now on.”

His embrace was always soft and warm. Diez, who had closed her eyes while nestled in Jürgen’s arms, suddenly opened them.

She was a bit tired after their intimacy earlier, but still……

“Jürgen.”

He responded with a hum, as if asking her to continue.

“I’m already hungry. What should we do?”

“I should give instructions to prepare dinner.”

After checking the clock across from them, he asked.

“Is there anything in particular you’d like to eat?”

At his words, Diez thought for a moment. What would be good? As long as she stayed at the Klaus mansion, there was no food she couldn’t be served.

So she could request a truly magnificent feast just once, but the problem was that she always thought of similar things.

“I’m thinking of pasta with meat dishes.”

“Then I’ll instruct them to prepare that. Anything else?”

“I’d like to have soft bread too. And corn cream soup, and smoked lamb.”

“Understood.”

She saw Jürgen rise from the bed and pick up the intercom. He immediately relayed the message to the servant who answered. Pasta with thinly sliced meat. Prepared according to the recipe Diez always liked. The bread to be served alongside should be baked with the right amount of breading to suit Diez’s taste……

As he continued listing the menu items, Jürgen suddenly paused and turned toward her.

“Will you have ice cream for dessert?”

“Cranberry sherbet would be nice.”

Jürgen nodded and continued speaking into the receiver.