“If you dislike it, I won’t force you. You can put your clothes back on and leave.”

He said she could leave, but he didn’t let go of her waist. He was still holding her tightly with his arms, pressing their bodies together.

His heavy c*ck was poking her lower abdomen threateningly.

…What is this? What kind of situation is this?

Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it might jump out of her chest.

As she was at a loss where to look due to embarrassment, his golden eyes persistently followed her.

At the same time, their lips drew closer and their breaths mingled.

“You said you’d help with anything. If you want to prove your innocence too.”

Their noses touched, and with each word, their lips grazed slightly.

“Let’s just kiss.”

Of course, there was no way she could hate it. This might be her last chance to kiss Nicholas.

In two days, she’d be transferred, so let’s think of this as his last gift.

The glasses are burdensome, but… a kiss doesn’t cost money and is much more valuable.

Once her thoughts reached that point, there was no reason to hesitate.

Ah, whatever. Rarien squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips against his like stamping a seal.

Although Rarien initiated it, the roles reversed in an instant. Nicholas devoured her lips as soon as they touched his.

As he deeply overlapped and bit her lips, he nimbly invaded between her teeth. He gently sucked on her stiff tongue, tensed from nervousness, and as soon as saliva leaked out from the pressed salivary glands, he drank it all without leaving a drop. The kiss continued, almost like they were having s*x. The wet sounds of mucous membranes sliding and saliva mixing were clearly audible.

As the kiss deepened, he pulled her waist closer, pressing their upper bodies together without any gap. Rarien, her body pressed in his embrace, reflexively let out a moan. As the marathon-like kiss continued, she felt dizzy from lack of breath.

With a wet sound, Nicholas separated his lips. Hot, humid breath scattered around their mouths.

“Why are you groaning like that?”

“I, I can’t… breathe.”

How pathetic. Nicholas lightly kissed her gasping lips, continuously blowing air into her mouth. After repeating this a few times, the trembling in her pale lips subsided.

“You know? Your lips taste damn delicious.”

Nicholas murmured, repeatedly giving her soft pecks.

“It’s because of these lips that I started getting turned on in the first place, so you have to take responsibility.”

She had just caught her breath. As a flurry of intense kisses poured down, she started to feel breathless again.

Her vision blurred from lack of oxygen. When her sight cleared again for a moment, their eyes met. His brilliant golden eyes had completely lost their composure.

Startled, Rarien averted her gaze.

“Why are you avoiding my eyes?”

Nicholas caught that moment with uncanny precision.

“Just… because I’m embarrassed.”

There was no particular reason for avoiding his gaze. It’s really just out of embarrassment. It felt a bit awkward to keep eye contact. That was all.

But Nicholas had a talent for interpreting things as he pleased.

“Is it because you’re the only one undressed?”

“What?”

“Then this should make it fair.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than he took off his top. As he removed his shirt, his sculpture-like upper body was revealed. She had seen it before, but seeing it in this bright place, up close, felt different.

His broad chest, firm pectorals, strong square shoulders, and tightly packed abs looked like a masterpiece crafted by God. Rarien gazed at it in a daze.

“Your eyes say you want to touch.”

“Ah, no, that’s…”

Did she stare with too silly an expression? It seemed like her blatant gaze had exposed even her lustful thoughts.

Rarien’s face turned bright red.

“I’ll give you a chance, so touch it if you want.”

Nicholas pulled Rarien’s hand and placed it on his left chest. Beneath the firm chest muscle, she could feel his heart beating, thump, thump, thump. Rarien’s fingertips trembled nervously.

‘It’s art. The texture. The size. Even the size and color of the n*pples.’

Ah, Nicholas, you really have excellent br*asts.

His chest was large, firm, and warm. The density and rigidity of the muscles… no, forget all that, I just want to be held in this broad embrace and cry.

She wanted to blurt out these perverse words and praise him, but she felt Nicholas would dislike it. Remembering his contemptuous look when she had praised his g*nitals in the bathroom, she held back.

It was ecstatic. So ecstatic that it felt almost unreal. Even though the sensation under her fingertips was so vivid. She felt dazed, as if in a dream.

“Had enough touching?”

“I’m sorry.”

Oh no. It seems she had been touching too absent-mindedly. Startled by Nicholas’s question, Rarien quickly removed her hand.

“Rarien Claude.”

He called her by her full name. She felt suddenly scared. Wondering if he was angry, she hesitated, but Nicholas smirked, sat Rarien on the desk, and met her eyes.

“Why are you always so sorry and grateful for everything?”

“I’m sor—”

Oh no. She almost said sorry again. Rarien bit her lip in embarrassment.

“I hear your nickname among the nuns is ‘pushover’. Now I see why.”

How did he know about that nickname? She felt like dying of embarrassment.

“If you say such things carelessly, people will look down on you. If you don’t want to be seen as easy, try to restrain yourself.”

“Then… what should I do?”

It was a somewhat impulsive question, but she was genuinely curious. After all, it was hard to imagine a life without ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘thank you.’

“The Lord said all humans are equal.”

Why suddenly talk about faith? Listening to the words of the Lord while half-n*ked gave her a sense of blasphemy, as if committing a sin before God.

Regardless, Nicholas smiled lazily and trapped Rarien within his arms. Sitting on the desk, Rarien was now unable to move.

“But humans are foolish, you see. They tend to look up to those who assert their superiority.”

Along with Nicholas’s sermon, her body gradually leaned back until her back touched the desk. Before she knew it, Rarien found herself in a position beneath Nicholas. Just as he said, Rarien had no choice but to look up at him as he straddled her.

“How do you… assert superiority?”

“Well. It was easy for me.”

He leisurely smiled, carefully taking in her well-shaped br*asts, disheveled hair, and trembling eyes.

“If you can’t do it, at least try to be fair in everything.”

“How?”

“For example, like this.”

As if demonstrating, he grasped Rarien’s left br*ast with his large hand. Her already racing heart began to pound wildly within his palm.

“W-why are you suddenly doing this?”

“You touched my chest too. So I’m touching yours. This is what being fair means.”

Feeling somewhat deceived, Rarien’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“That may be true. But Your Excellency was the one who pulled my hand to touch you first.”

“Then you should also fairly pull my hand and ask me to touch you.”

He was completely arbitrary.

“Don’t you like it?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it, but…”

“If you don’t like it, say so.”

He cut off Rarien’s words, cupping her br*ast and lowering his body. As soon as her n*pple stood er*ect, ready to be sucked, he took it into his mouth with a slurp.

“Ahh…!”

Rarien gasped loudly at the unexpected caress. With lewd sounds, not only her n*pple but also the ar*ola was tightly pulled, causing her toes to curl involuntarily as the tickling sensation rose.

Pulling her chin down to look below, she saw Nicholas burying his face in her chest, sucking her br*ast.

“You said we w-wouldn’t have s*x.”

“This isn’t s*x, it’s sucking br*asts.”

He mumbled with a slightly muffled pronunciation as he held her n*pple in his mouth.

“Ahh, hnn, that’s the same thing.”

“Let’s speak correctly. How is sucking br*asts the same as f*cking?”

While it wasn’t wrong, caressing br*asts was indeed a very typical f*replay leading to s*x. Even as Rarien squirmed, Nicholas continued to stimulate her n*pple as if he didn’t care.

“I think these br*asts are suspicious. I’ll have to watch closely to see if they change when sucked or kneaded.”

While spouting such blatant sophistry.

He caressed her br*asts, sometimes sucking her n*pple like a child, sometimes taking a large mouthful of flesh as if biting into a fruit. With his other hand, he busily groped and kneaded the flesh.

It felt good. Of course it felt good, but…

Considering how much she had sweated from nervousness, she worried about smelling of sweat.

“I, I sweated a lot. If you’re going to do this, maybe I should wash first…”

“Well, it’s salty.”

Good heavens. His eyes had completely lost their senses.