He wanted to at least see what the guy looked like, but there was no Benjamin, only ‘Nicholas Reinharts’.

What on earth was her true feelings? As he felt confused yet strangely relieved, a smile spread across his face.

Before she could catch him, Nicholas closed the notebook and returned it to its place. Then he gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. It was soft and fluffy, just like a freshly picked peach.

Her face looked even more tempting, flushed in the yellowish lamplight. Rarien curled up and let out a groan.

He wanted to bite her. That pitiful appearance stimulated a thin sadistic desire.

“Hey. Rarien Claude.”

“……”

When there was no response to his call, he tapped her cheek lightly with his fingertips. She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, constantly fluttering her eyelashes but showing no signs of waking. She must have been exhausted from running around and explaining things.

“What on earth made you trust me enough to fall asleep?”

“……”

“Having a pervert like me next to you. Without any fear.”

He admitted that he himself was beyond help.

Each time Rarien exhaled evenly and moved her lips, he felt a heaviness in his lower body that made him restless.

His mouth filled with saliva as if he had smelled something sweet. Nicholas didn’t know exactly how to define this sensation that resembled appetite.

He wanted to devour those small, soft lips in his mouth, biting and sucking and nibbling on them.

Should he kiss her?

If she caught him doing it secretly, would she cry in shock?

She had kissed him without permission too. What’s wrong with getting revenge?

He had long since cast aside any clumsy sense of guilt. If he followed his desires, he wanted to take out his c*ck and shove it in her mouth right away. Thinking about how her small mouth would struggle to swallow it all while squirming made him feel like his pants would burst.

It wasn’t just her lips that ar*used him. Her fluffy earlobes, the cute wisps of hair falling on her slender nape. Even her escaping breaths. Everything was enough to drive him crazy.

He wasn’t some beast. To a sleeping woman.

He had to hold back.

Nicholas firmly suppressed his lustful thoughts and spread a blanket wide to cover Rarien. The way her body was all bundled up looked clumsy like a snowman made by a child, making him feel increasingly concerned.

“…F*ck.”

Unable to do this or that, he paced around Rarien’s desk for a while before approaching her with a short curse. Then he quickly lifted her into his arms.

Her small frame fit perfectly in his arms. Are women… boneless? She was so frail and soft that it felt like she might break if he applied too much force. Though his c*ck was painfully engorged with blood, Nicholas carried her down to the bedroom on the lower floor.

Entering the bedroom, he immediately laid her on the bed. Even he, the original owner of the bed, never went to sleep in regular clothes rather than pajamas. For a moment, he thought about undressing and washing her, but he felt he wouldn’t be able to just put her to bed quietly after that.

The bedding could be changed to new ones anyway. It seemed far better than fidgeting anxiously while watching her doze off at the desk.

“Nngh.”

Rarien let out a groan and curled up like a child. Then she started sucking her thumb.

Even during s*x, when bitten, you obediently sucked as instructed. It seems you haven’t outgrown your childhood habits.

No, at twenty, are you still a child? I felt pathetic for not knowing how to handle this kid who’s six years younger than me.

Seeing her pursing her lips, his thoughts quickly turned lewd.

Nicholas removed the thumb Rarien had been biting and gently wiped her soft lips with his fingertip. He had to restrain himself from wanting to make her bite his thumb again, or rather, wanting to make her suck his c*ck.

Perhaps because she was curled up, her skirt had lifted slightly, revealing her white thighs. Nicholas barely managed to resist the urge to pull her skirt up to her waist and remove her panties.

I shouldn’t look. To avoid causing trouble, I had to seal it away.

Nicholas shook his head as if to shake off his wicked thoughts, then pulled the blanket up to cover Rarien’s neck.

Even knowing it was useless. He reflexively recited a prayer aloud. He thought that by distracting his mind elsewhere, he might be able to control this overflowing lust a little.

Having s*x and molesting a sleeping person were completely different realms. He had already lost his purity, but he shouldn’t commit sins against a vulnerable woman.

Nicholas entered the bathroom, leaving her sleeping, and ran water in the tub.

After removing all his clothes and becoming n*ked, he immersed himself in the bathtub.

And he firmly grasped the rigidly er*ect flesh pillar in his hand.

“…Rarien.”

I thought I’d never do this again when we met again. Seems I was mistaken.

“Huuh, Rarien….”

Along with splashing sounds, the bathwater rippled. Nicholas muttered her name as he intensified his m*sturbation.

By now, he had become accustomed to m*sturbating in the bathtub and didn’t feel it was dirty. It was a habit he had developed after Rarien Claude’s transfer.

***

Her eyes suddenly opened to the bright sunlight.

She had intended to just rest her eyes briefly on the desk around dawn. But now the sun was already high in the sky.

‘I’m doomed!’

No, she definitely fell asleep at the desk. Why was she lying in bed? Moreover, she was buried in soft bedding. Rarien reflexively checked her clothes. They were intact. At least that was fortunate, but what had happened?

The room was filled with the scent of Darjeeling.

“Are you awake?”

After looking around for a while, Rarien’s eyes met those of her direct superior sitting in a single-person sofa. Wearing a shower robe with wet hair, drinking tea, it was unmistakably Nicholas Reinhart.

“I thought you were dead since you wouldn’t wake up.”

“……”

“If you’re not fully awake, would you like a cup of tea?”

He offered tea, but it didn’t register in her ears. Nicki in a shower robe. It was a sight that could make her nose bleed, but… it was also a bewildering sight.

‘…Why is he undressed? Did he just take off my panties and do it like last time?’

Startled, Rarien lifted the blanket and checked under her skirt. Fortunately, her panties were still there. It’s just a scrap of cloth, but she felt relieved that it was still intact.

“It’s just that I showered and came out because it’s morning. Why are you making me out to be trash?”

Nicholas was quite perceptive. She had only briefly checked her condition.

“What, do I look like the kind of scum who would have s*x with a sleeping person without permission?”

“Th-that’s not what I meant….”

“Well, I was scum last time. To be precise, we were doing it together, but you fainted and I couldn’t stop alone.”

Nicholas chuckled mischievously. He seemed to be talking about the night they spent in the office before she left for the South.

“Um…, Your Excellency, how did I end up here?”

Rarien asked cautiously.

She fell asleep in the office, but this seemed to be Nicholas’s bedroom. How did she get here?

“I brought you here because if you sleep hunched over, your face will swell up and become unrecognizable.”

“You carried me?”

“What, did you think I rolled you down the stairs to bring you here?”

Oh my goodness. Not only did she fall asleep unintentionally, but she was carried here. She felt like dying of embarrassment.

This was the annex. Since coming to the Southern Temple, Nicholas had been using an entire annex building for himself, just as Sera Evotte had done at the Central Temple.

Here at the Southern Temple, Nicholas Reinhart was the biggest patron and an honored guest.

“…May I go to my quarters for a bit?”

“Why go to your quarters?”

“Well, I need to wash up and take a shower and stuff.”

“We’re not done with work yet. That’s entirely your fault for sprawling out and sleeping, not mine.”

“You’re right, I can’t argue with that. But humanely speaking, couldn’t you let me wash up? Please? I’m begging you.”

Rarien pleaded.

“Why go all the way there? There’s a bathroom in this room too.”

“What?”

Rarien asked in surprise as Nicholas answered nonchalantly.

“Use my bathroom. I never share bathrooms, but I’ll specially allow it as part of my assistant’s welfare.”

To be precise, he never shared bathrooms even for a subordinate’s welfare. But since they had already bitten, sucked, f*cked, and mixed bodies, he could make a special exception for Rarien.

But Rarien seemed completely uninterested in his kindness.

“Can’t I just go to my room? I need to change clothes too.”

“Why do you keep trying to leave?”

“Why do you keep stopping me from leaving?”

Rarien couldn’t understand her superior’s adamant attitude at all.

“Are you going to see Benjamin in broad daylight?”

“What? Benjamin?”