“Ungh…!”

Though she tried to hold it back, Ir unknowingly let out a suppressed moan.

‘I thought I’d be fine.’

In the carriage and at the lodgings they stopped at on the way, Nergal had made Ir’s body become accustomed to him. When her lower part, which initially struggled even with one finger, loosened and began to take in two, then three, he gently pressed his own against her.

It had only slightly penetrated her wet flesh, but Ir trembled in surprise. The completely different mass compared to fingers registered just by touching.

“Don’t be too tense. I don’t intend to do it now.”

Nergal whispered this many times, but it didn’t reach her ears. Partly because she felt tired from being tormented by him all day, but mostly because no matter how much she tried to relax, her body instinctively stiffened when he was down there.

Moreover, Nergal’s thing was big. When she first saw his lower body, she blinked several times, wondering if her eyesight was normal.

Such a thing now appeared more excited and harder than she had ever seen before, so it couldn’t easily enter.

‘But maybe somehow…’

While she considered that it might work if she tried, Nergal, who had been staring at her with blank eyes, embraced her and stood up.

“Your Highness?”

“Call me Ner. Please…”

When Ir became flustered, wondering why he suddenly acted this way, Nergal, grinding his teeth repeatedly, held her waist with one arm and moved, roughly pulling up his clothes that Ir had removed with his other hand.

She had recovered quite well, and her limbs had grown much longer compared to before. She couldn’t possibly be light, yet Nergal lifted her easily with just one arm, like she weighed nothing. Being held in his arms and swaying, Ir felt dumbfounded.

She had expected him to push her down before she could move further. Nergal seemed to struggle controlling his desire any longer. But suddenly he picked her up and went somewhere else?

While she remained confused, not understanding his actions, Nergal opened a door inside the study. Entering, another room appeared.

‘This is…’

Still in Nergal’s arms, Ir looked at the room.

She hadn’t seen anyone coming and going here, but the room appeared neatly arranged, freshly cleaned.

A wrinkle-free sheet spread on the bed, and dried herbs hung on the walls, filling the room with a subtle, refreshing scent. A room with several lamps, a teapot on the table, a bookshelf in the corner, and paintings of worldly landscapes on the walls.

Forgetting what state she was in and who she had been intimately rubbing against just moments ago, Ir couldn’t take her eyes off the room’s scenery.

‘I felt it from the beginning, but it’s very similar.’

This villa was a place she liked “too much.” The size, height, color of the bricks, and even the shape of the garden. It resembled what she had dreamed of living in during her childhood so closely.

With hands that could hold nothing but a sword, she had drawn her dream on the dirt floor in the corner of the training ground. She had drawn so earnestly that she couldn’t bring herself to erase it and left, but when she returned the next day, what Ir had drawn had neatly disappeared. It seemed merely a dream.

Each time, she had felt emptiness. Dreams are ultimately one’s own. When the drawing on the ground was trampled and erased by someone’s footsteps, it remained only in Ir’s heart. That’s why it had faded even from her memory…

A room with large windows on all walls except one. Though night had fallen and nothing could be seen, during the day, bright sunlight would surely pour in all day. The warmth and cozy smell still lingering in the room proved that.

Nergal immediately approached the bed and put Ir down. The feeling of the sheet against her body brought Ir back to her senses.

‘Why did he suddenly come here?’

Could it be that he didn’t want it now? With that thought, she became aware of her appearance. She wanted to know more about Nergal’s heart. Why he helped her to this extent, what he really wanted, what she could give him.

She only wanted to find the answer to this confusion, but when she came to her senses, she saw herself looking vulgar.

“Ah, um, I…”

Belatedly, embarrassment washed over her. Just as she hurriedly tried to arrange her clothes around her waist,

“Ir.”

Nergal reached out and grabbed her hand. Then, with an expression she had never seen before, he asked her, “This is what you want, right?”

At Nergal’s words, calling her “you” instead of “my lady,” Ir felt a sense of distance. She seemed to return to that time when she drew dreams alone on the dirt.

“You want me. Right?”

Nergal asked Ir again, who couldn’t answer. Ir pondered what to say.

Why did Nergal want her to say that she wanted him so badly? What importance did that hold when they were going to mix bodies?

Ir remembered the moment when Nergal had reached out to her. He had proposed a contract. But his actions and words kept trying to give her more than what was promised in the contract.

Ir recalled the moment she killed Kilim.

Nergal’s hand, which had grabbed her pushed-away hand and unhesitatingly helped her get what she wanted most. That… wasn’t within the scope of the contract. His help didn’t need to be that active. Yet he showed no hesitation.

‘Then…’

As much as he had given more, she too should give him more for it to be a fair contract. And now he wanted her to want him first.

Ir reached out and grabbed his hand. Then, embracing his neck, she kissed his shoulder. Hoping this would be the answer he wanted.

“Ir.”

Nergal called Ir and embraced her. Then he gently pushed her shoulder. With the sudden action, her body fell back helplessly. While she looked at him, wondering why he did this, Nergal hurriedly took off his clothes and threw them aside.

His disheveled formal attire flew through the air and rolled on the floor. n*ked, Nergal took a step toward Ir. Then he quickly removed Ir’s clothes as well and threw them on the floor. Such things apparently held no place between them.

***

“Uh, ungh, hmm…”

Uncontrolled moans escaped every time her body shook. Contrary to her expectation that Nergal would enter right away, he patiently began to kiss various parts of Ir’s body. Ir could immediately tell what he tried to do. He worked to loosen her body, as he had been doing until now.

Meanwhile, Ir felt the area between her legs getting wet again several times.

“Stop, stop it…”

Finally, Ir blocked Nergal’s head with her hand as he prepared to suck on her chest again.

She felt Nergal trying to swallow her whole. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, no place remained untouched or unlicked. Her body felt limp, resembling a creature without bones.

“I think it’s enough now…”

Above all, what made Ir struggle was the stimulation building up in her body.

The heat that overflowed beyond its limit made her mind hazy. Contradictory thoughts created conflict within Ir. The desire to continue tasting this boiling stimulation and the desire to make it completely overflow to see the end fought sharply within her.

Nergal paused his movement at Ir’s words, then asked with a smile,

“What’s enough?”

When a smile appeared on his disheveled face, Ir felt a sense of distance. How could he smile like a boy while displaying the most lustful expression she had ever seen?

“Well, Ir? What’s enough?”

When Ir couldn’t answer, Nergal traced the inside of Ir’s thigh with his lips. Then, just before reaching the deepest part, he stopped and exhaled hot breath. Her wet womanhood, already licked by him, quivered, accepting even the formless wind as stimulation.

“Just, just do it.”

“So, do what?”

At his words, as his lips once again teased the area around her wet lower part, Ir felt a surge of anger.

He wasn’t ignorant. Nergal knew but deliberately tried to make her say it with her own mouth.

Just as she began to resent him for making her say embarrassing words, Nergal gently placed his thing against Ir’s lower part.

“Ah…”

What had felt overwhelmingly burdensome in the study now felt so welcome that she almost moved her hips the moment it touched. It seemed absurd. The presence of that thing would have only grown, not diminished, so why did it now seem she could accept it?

While Ir remained confused, not knowing what to do, Nergal intertwined his fingers with hers. Then, gently pressing her down onto the bed, he whispered in her ear,

“Ir, tell me you want it.”

She could feel his desire suppressed to the limit. And Ir felt the same. She too could no longer endure. If he wanted it, she should tell him.

Ir nodded with difficulty and answered,

“I, I want it now.”

At that moment, Nergal slowly entered her.