The worn servant’s dress had few layers, so it did not take long. The soft fabric slid down her body like falling flower petals. Canasia stood in nothing but a thin slip, and just as she reached for the last piece of clothing.

“I’ll take care of this one.”

The man appeared behind her without a sound, fingers brushing the strap of the slip as he whispered.

“You said take you anywhere.”

“…….”

“Are you sure anywhere is fine? Even hell?”

“Here is hell to me.”

Her answer came without hesitation, and the man pulled at the knot. The loosened shoulder strap slid along the smooth curve of her body. The skin revealed beneath the barely-clinging slip was white to the point of translucence.

“Beautiful.”

The man murmured in a languid voice, his gaze traveling down her body. The silhouette bathed in moonlight filtering through the window was nothing short of enticing.

Long, rough fingers gently traced her cheek. A fresh wave of tension made Canasia bite her lip, and the man softly brushed her lower lip with his fingertip.

“Relax.”

He lightly pulled her waist toward him and buried his face in her white neck. Hot breath touched her skin, and her body, cooled by the night air, flushed warm in an instant. A tingling sensation in her chest made Canasia clutch at her clothing.

A sweet scent teased her nose. The man gently sucked at her skin. A red mark bloomed on the flawless surface of her flesh. He bit her shoulder and began to trail his hands over the thin fabric. His touch was unhurried and deliberate, as though drawing out her anticipation.

“W, wait─”

Her whole body tingled and she shrank back slightly. The man paused for a moment, looked at the flustered woman, and smirked before resuming.

His hand traveled past her collarbone and downward, toward the soft swell of her chest. He cupped the yielding flesh in his large hand and pressed, and Canasia flinched. He held her br*ast in his palm and lightly flicked the stiffened tip.

“Hah!”

A m*an escaped Canasia before she could stop it. Her heart pounded like it would burst. He pulled his hand away at the sound of her ragged breathing.

“All right, we’ll take it slow.”

She barely caught her breath at his concession, and then he lifted her easily into his arms. Canasia startled and struggled.

“P, put me down!”

“Struggle and I’ll drop you.”

The cold warning made Canasia go still. He silenced her without difficulty, set her down on the soft mattress, and caged her between his legs. His intense eyes flickered strangely, like a predator looking down at its prey. The pull of his gaze made her hold her breath.

“…….”

She was too flustered at the harbor to notice, but up close he had a peculiar air about him. His skin was deeply tanned but smooth in a way that didn’t suit a sailor, his hair a vivid blond, his eyes sharply defined, his nose straight, his jaw clean and angular. A face that was beautiful but did not look weak.

What does he do?

Too refined for a common sailor, too rough for a noble. His looks and accent made it clear he was not from Hereis, yet he didn’t seem to be from Eldos either. She was still trying to guess his identity when his hand slipped inside her slip.

“Plenty of time to let your mind wander, I see.”

“Ah……!”

The moment his cold, long fingers touched her bare skin, Canasia cried out in surprise. Before she could feel embarrassed about the sound that slipped out on instinct, he gently cupped the back of her neck. Then he lowered his head and took her lips.

“Hmph.”

His lips were hot and relentless. He bit at her dry lips and savored them, then pushed between them and swept softly over the roof of her mouth.

He traced the tender inner surface, ran his tongue along every edge of her teeth, and then their tongues tangled together. Each time the soft flesh entwined, hot breath mixed and scattered between them. Perhaps from the sea wind, he smelled faintly of salt.

“Mmng…….”

How much time passed? Only after a kiss long enough to leave her breathless did he finally lift his lips. A thread of saliva stretched like a silver thread between their wet mouths. Canasia gasped and looked at him. He wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand and smoothed back her tangled hair.

“Sweet.”

Her face flushed at the simple murmur. She hesitated, unsure what to say, and then he grabbed the slip and pulled hard. The thin fabric tore easily. Canasia waved her hands in alarm.

“W, wait─”

“Shh.”

He lightly took her hands and raised them above her head, then buried his face in her neck and breathed her scent in deeply. His lips against her bare skin burned like fire.

At the same time, his large hands moved over her body. His fingers toyed with the curve of her ear, traveled past her collarbone, and reached her chest, where he pinched the pink bud playfully.

“Ah!”

Canasia’s body jolted. Losing just one scrap of fabric made the sensation incomparably more intense than before.

“A sensitive body.”

He smiled with interest and took the stiffened tip into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, then bit down lightly, and Canasia, gripping the sheets, arched sharply again.

“Mmmm—”

Whether it was shame at the m*an that escaped against her will, or the stimulating touch exploring her body, the corners of her eyes burned red.

Please, stop.

She struggled with everything she had to pull her wrist free from his grip, and the man raised his head. She was already breathless and he had barely started. He looked at her face, flushed with shame and strange pleasure, and let out a short laugh.

Afraid he would see her reddened face, Canasia looked away. From a moment ago, the area below had been strangely hot and itchy. She tried to shift her position quietly, but his hand pushed between her legs. She instinctively pressed them together, but it was useless.

“What were you expecting, getting this wet already?”

“It’s not, that’s not…… hah!”

The moment his thick fingers touched her underwear, Canasia’s body trembled. He rubbed in slow circles over the damp fabric. The soft, rustling sound teased her senses.

His hand moved in circles over the cloth, gradually quickening, and then he pressed down firmly on the heated center.

“Ah!”

Her vision went white and Canasia’s hips lifted. He pulled the clinging underwear down. Then he lightly dragged his nail across the slick bud.

“Ah, no…… haahh!”

White flooded her vision. She waved her hand weakly, begging him to stop, but her feeble resistance was easily subdued. He pinned both her wrists with one hand while the other rubbed the now-hypersensitive cl*toris.

Her body jolted like it had been struck by lightning. She felt something surge and spill from below. He smiled with satisfaction and worked at her relentlessly.

Lost in the unrelenting pleasure, she suddenly felt a finger push inside. Her soaked entrance took it without resistance.

Calloused fingertips scraped at her inner walls. Goosebumps rose across her entire body and Canasia stopped breathing. Every time the finger thr*st inward, her thighs shook.

“S, stop……!”

Canasia cried out in a strained voice at the foreign sensation. A smile curved the man’s lips. He crooked the finger inside her and worked her inner walls while pressing small kisses to her neck.

“Not yet.”

Not yet, what does he mean not yet?

Before she could open her mouth, another finger pushed inside. The sensation of gently spreading her tight entrance made her vision flash. Hmph. The feeling of fullness in her belly made Canasia stop breathing.

“Breathe.”

He whispered gently, like a considerate lover. But his hand kept moving without pause. The fingers working inside her pressed precisely on a single spot, and in that instant, her vision went white.