6. Daydream

Rarien fled the bathhouse as if escaping and headed straight to her room. As soon as she lay on the bed, she fell asleep as if dead. It was only a short nap since she had to wake up early.

In the morning, she checked the cockscomb flower pot out of habit to confirm the remaining days.

The date was the same as she had checked at dawn yesterday, but there was another change.

‘The color of the flower has changed.’

It had definitely been a white flower. Somehow, it had turned yellow.

She hadn’t noticed last night because she was so distracted. But when she woke up in the morning, she felt a strange emptiness below. Lifting her skirt, Rarien realized something shocking.

First, there was a dried, white mucus-like substance stuck between her legs. It was Nicholas Reinhart’s s*men.

So, it wasn’t a dream.

It was both embarrassing, as if she had committed a sin, and thrilling.

That part was fine, but…

Her panties were missing. Thinking back to the whereabouts of her panties, she remembered taking them off herself for s*x.

Oh dear. She had left her soaking wet panties on the bathhouse floor and escaped alone. It was the worst.

Her whole body felt sore as if she had been beaten, but Rarien Claude was a model student who was nothing without her sense of responsibility. She had to clean the large bathhouse before its operating hours since it was her duty.

Of course, it was also to find her lost panties before anyone else did.

‘He wouldn’t still be in there, would he?’

Rarien knocked in advance and entered cautiously, fearing Nicholas might still be in the bathhouse. But he was already gone.

‘I need to find my panties first.’

Rarien hurriedly began searching for her panties. No matter how hard she looked, they were nowhere to be found. She combed through every corner of the bathhouse as if she was hunting for lice, but they had vanished without a trace.

‘…Where on earth did my panties go?’

It was a disaster. And it wasn’t just any panties, but wet ones. She remembered the sticky feeling of the fabric clinging when she took them off. It had been Nicholas’s n*ked body that had caused her arousal and secretion.

It was a natural reaction. His body was so dangerously exciting that just looking at it was enough to get her excited. And it wasn’t just that. He had even held it and shaken it while calling her name, Rarien, Rarien Claude. It was unbelievable.

With such a provocative scene unfolding before her eyes, how could she remain composed? It was fortunate she hadn’t gotten a nosebleed.

Still, the thought of someone seeing her panties soaked with her own fluids was mortifying.

But Rarien, who had been feeling down, quickly changed her mind. There was no need to dwell on it and torment herself.

‘It’s not like my name is written on the panties anyway. No one will know.’

Rarien took a deep breath and exhaled. The humid air of the bathhouse filled her lungs, making her head spin.

Yes, this was the monumental place where she had fulfilled her lifelong wish. It still seemed to retain the heat from that time.

‘I had s*x with His Excellency.’

Honestly, it still didn’t feel real. Rarien pinched her cheek to see if she was dreaming. It hurt. But perhaps because her head was foggy, it still felt like a dream.

As she scrubbed the bathhouse floor with a brush, Rarien recalled the impure acts she had done with Nicholas.

‘Aside from kissing and penetration, I couldn’t do anything else.’

Her first s*xual intercourse with him was a bit different from what she had imagined. They only had penetration in the rear position.

She diligently studied and analyzed erotic novels, mastering dozens of caresses and techniques. But since he said he didn’t like licking and sucking, she couldn’t use any of them.

There were techniques for penetration too, but she didn’t have the chance to think about them. His c*ck was so big that just holding it in was overwhelming.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Yet, she foolishly cried and got f*cked without doing anything else. It was a bit disappointing and regretful, but not everything in life goes as planned.

From the start, it was an arrangement made after she pleaded to help Nicholas and begged him to ej*culate. It wasn’t a matter where she had a choice.

“Still, it really was the best c*ck.”

In any case, she had no regrets.

Like a perfect son of God, Nicholas Reinhart’s c*ck was as flawless in function as it was in form. Even with just insertion, I was seized by an incredible pleasure. The overwhelming volume of his c*ck filled me so completely that my lower abdomen ached.

Nicholas’s eyes, gradually losing clarity and becoming clouded with each mingled breath. The hot breath and lewd words scattered in my ears. Until the moment he coiled around me like a snake and thrust deep to the root, ej*culating. Not a single moment was without stimulation. All those sensations were still vivid.

Just recalling the memories of last night made my lower belly tingle, and I felt my body heat up.

If you’re confident in the essence, you don’t need any tricks. That was exactly the case with Nicholas. I reached an incredible climax just from insertion. There was no need to feel regret for not experiencing various caresses.

I had s*x with Nicholas Reinhart.

That alone was a fulfillment of a lifelong wish. I used to only watch and never even dared to speak to him. Isn’t this a remarkable achievement? The remaining time can be spent living with the memories of last night.

“If I really miss it, I could commission a replica of His Excellency’s c*ck.”

Isn’t that quite a good idea? Rarien’s eyes sparkled.

“I’ll call it ‘Nicholas Junior.'”

Yes, with Nicholas Junior, the rest of my life won’t be lonely.

“Or maybe, considering the size, ‘Big Nicholas’ would be more fitting?”

Big Nicholas, that’s nice.

It sounded more plausible than Nicholas Junior.

“Let’s live happily with Big Nicholas for the rest of my life.”

If I could quietly use it until I die and be buried with it, I think I’d be happy even in death. Rarien imagined whimsically.

This life is successful enough.

Even though I’ve always sacrificed for others and seemed destined for an early death…

To succeed in having s*xual intercourse with Nicholas Reinhart before dying, it felt like all the past hardships and sorrows melted away.

“Rarien Claude. You’re truly fortunate.”

Having achieved the greatest accomplishment of my life, my heart was filled with contentment. Honestly, I felt like I could die right now without any regrets.

[Rarien Claude, rests here after having s*xual intercourse with Nicholas Reinhart.]

Rarien thought of the epitaph she wanted on her tombstone and smiled.

No, no. It’s not just s*xual intercourse, it’s even his ‘virginity.’ While s*x is significant, taking his virginity is even more special. Virginity is only once in a lifetime.

Reaching that thought, she couldn’t contain the overwhelming emotion. Rarien quickly revised the epitaph.

[Rarien Claude, rests here after taking the virginity of Nicholas Reinhart.]

This is it.

It was a perfect epitaph.

I wanted my accomplishment to be remembered for generations. Just imagining it made my heart race, and I was so excited that I wanted to jump up and down.

“Since it’s come to this, should I have it made in advance?”

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with a more perfect epitaph.

“Since they say to take secrets to the grave, the epitaph should be fine.”

I had a fleeting silly thought, but it didn’t seem respectful to Nicholas, who had trusted me and willingly gave me his c*ck.

Yes, after all, engraving something on a tombstone is ultimately for others to see. What does it matter how others remember the life of Rarien Claude? As long as I’m satisfied, that’s enough.

“…Nicholas.”

Rarien murmured Nicholas’s name to herself.

No, no. This wasn’t enough. Having mixed bodies brought our hearts closer. He was the man who had been deep inside me. I thought it was okay to feel a bit more intimate.

Of course, it’s a one-sided feeling, but what does it matter? Hasn’t it always been like that? I’ve had enough experience with unrequited love.

“Nicki…”

I called him by a nickname of my own accord.