Perhaps because she was biting his finger, she couldn’t cry out and was groaning instead. The action meant to stifle her moans somehow made it seem even more erotic. Somehow, even her breathing sounded lewd.

Wicked Rarien.

Lustful Rarien Claude.

What a wicked mind. He wanted to spit rough words into the ear of the woman who was on the verge of tears. Nicholas pulled out the thumb she was biting and lightly kissed her gasping lips.

“Rarien Claude. How did you hold back wanting my c*ck all this time?”

“Ahn, uh, no… Ah, huuh.”

“You say no while squeezing my c*ck like this with your p*ssy.”

“Ugh, ah, ahn!”

“I’ll cum so much your belly bursts, so spread your legs wider.”

Her cheeks were already flushed with a rosy hue. Her eyes, red with excitement, were glistening as she was being thrust into from above and below. She looked pitiful, like a herbivore waiting to be bitten by a predator.

Back then, he had thrust into her from behind. Today, they were facing each other. Lying her down straight revealed her blushing p*ssy.

Well, this is much better than doing it from behind. The view is better, and her nearly crying eyes are arousing. Watching her struggle to swallow a c*ck that didn’t fit her tight hole was quite a sight.

Nicholas spread Rarien’s legs wide to observe more closely.

Squelch, her p*ssy, covered in messy fluids, made a wet sound as it opened. A sweet scent wafted as her cl*toris, red and swollen from arousal, was revealed between her l*bia.

Glistening with her juices, it looked like a cherry soaked in sugar. The bead, swollen with excitement, was already radiating a warm heat.

Nicholas continued thrusting with more force. Each time he thrust, her lower lips, soaked in her juices, clung stickily to the base of his c*ck, making a squelching sound.

As their g*nitals pressed together and her cl*toris rubbed against his coarse pubic hair, Rarien flinched and twisted her waist. Seeing her in such a pathetic state made his c*ck burn with the desire to ej*culate immediately.

It can’t end this quickly.

He intended to warn her to cum just once and never appear again. He would overlook her unreasonable behavior of begging for s*x just this once. So, since they were doing it, he would thrust enough to make her sick of it, so she’d be quiet for a while.

It wasn’t over yet. As he thrust, her red inner flesh clung stubbornly to the shaft of his c*ck, showing no intention of letting him go easily.

Really, what an indecent body. Nicholas quickly shifted his gaze upward before the urge to ej*culate surged. Her br*asts bounced mercilessly with his movements.

They were quite ample br*asts. Even when they’re wrapped in clothes, the outline of the two fleshy mounds bouncing was blatantly visible.

He remembered the sensation of those soft br*asts being crushed against his firm chest. It was both satisfying and unbelievably soft. It wasn’t just the kiss, but the feel of those br*asts that had made him lose control so thoroughly.

Since they were doing it again anyway. Yes, since this was the last time. He wanted to feel that sensation once more. Nicholas hooked Rarien’s slender legs over his arms and pressed his upper body against hers.

“Haa!”

As her body folded in half, Rarien let out the breath she had been holding. The p*nis thrust in tightly, all the way to the root. It was a deep and intense penetration, as if the scrotum would be pulled in. As Nicholas increased the intensity of his thrusts, Rarien clung desperately to his neck as though she was grabbing a rope on a cliff.

Damn, I feel like I’m going to cum.

She looks so damn tempting and only does things that turn me on. Why does this feel so good? He was on the verge of climaxing. The accumulated pleasure was dangerously close to overflowing.

“Ahn, ah!”

“Ah!”

Since it’s the last time anyway. Nicholas let go of his pride and groaned together with her. As the heated vaginal walls contracted tightly around the shaft, his c*ck swelled and throbbed from the root.

It was so hot it felt like it would melt, and the sensation was so intense it made his nose tingle. It felt as if their lower bodies were fusing into one. His urethra filled with s*men, signaling an imminent ej*culation.

As he poured his s*men into Rarien’s belly, she simultaneously let out a loud moan.

“I love you, Benjamin!”

The unpleasant name jolted him awake. The bright sunlight blurred his vision. Nicholas sat up in bed, panting as if in a daze.

His whole body was drenched in sweat. No, that wasn’t all. This sticky, dirty sensation was… surely not…

“…What is this.”

Damn it. It was exactly what he feared. As he lifted the blanket, a pungent male scent wafted up. The situation he had hoped wouldn’t happen had become a humiliating reality.

“Dammit.”

Nicholas cursed under his breath, his face contorted.

She promised never to appear again. She swore on the contract, on the memorandum, even on the main god. Yet she still managed to invade his dreams?

The more he thought about it, the more shameless and wicked she seemed. Yeah, maybe she’s doing shady things behind the scenes because she’s afraid of being handed over to the Inquisition if they meet in person.

But still. A wet dream at his age? What a disgrace. It was something he couldn’t accept, even when he thought about it himself.

Nicholas, drained of energy, lay back down. His fingers brushed against something soft, and when he lifted it up…

“……”

Damn it. It was that crazy perverted stalker’s panties. Nicholas’s face hardened. His eyes were filled with contempt.

And not just any panties, but ones soaked with her juices.

Why were they wet? Because of the kiss?

Didn’t she take them off from the start?

Could she have gotten wet just from watching him shake his c*ck? Did that alone soak them like this?

Either the sight of him m*sturbating was more erotic than he imagined, or Rarien Claude was more of a pervert than he imagined. Or perhaps it was both.

In truth, there was no one else to blame. It was all his own fault. He had personally picked up these panties on the day he had s*x with that crazy woman in the bathhouse.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand why he brought back such trash. When it came time to throw them away, he couldn’t leave them behind, as it felt like leaving evidence of his indiscretion. For the same reason, he couldn’t toss them in the trash and ended up bringing them into his room.

Before she could say anything, he thanked her and quickly fled. Wasn’t she a ridiculous woman? Of course, it didn’t violate the terms of the contract, so there was no issue, but it just felt dirty.

Most maddening of all was that his er*ction didn’t subside even after ej*culating. And not just that. He had returned to his room and washed, yet his c*ck wouldn’t go down for a long time, making it torturous.

The intercourse was solely to resolve that, but in the end, he had only lost his virginity without resolving anything. The more he thought about it, the more vexed and angry he became.

Anyway. Wet panties. Isn’t it too troublesome? For mere panties, they emitted a subtle sweet scent. Did she have candy stashed in her bottom? He probed it every corner with his c*ck but found nothing of the sort.

They should be dirty since they’re someone else’s underwear. His entire body should have been covered in goosebumps, yet he couldn’t understand why he kept holding them.

He couldn’t shake off the unpleasant feeling. Nicholas was about to throw Rarien’s panties into the trash but couldn’t bring himself to do it, so he shoved them into the nightstand drawer. Out of sight, out of mind.

“…She said it definitely wasn’t a curse.”

Deceitful Rarien Claude. Where is she spreading such blatant lies? If it’s not a curse, then how can one explain the current situation?

Once might be considered a coincidence, but this persistent string of wet dreams had been going on for days. He tried staying awake to avoid the humiliation of a wet dream, but it was no use. Again, the foolish image of Rarien Claude riding him flashed through his semi-conscious mind.

“Who the hell is Benjamin, damn it.”