“Ahh, huuh, huuh.”

“Good. You’re getting wet on your own.”

So wet and pretty.

Nicholas willingly recited Benjamin’s next line.

“Goddess. Will you grant me the opportunity to lick your holy p*ssy?”

“Haa….”

As he held her knees apart and buried his lips in her secret place, Rarien let out a ragged breath.

He kissed her gently like a peck on the lips, then licked the split with his tongue, causing another gush of love juice to seep out.

Nicholas pressed his lips tightly against her entrance to catch it all, then muttered as if intoxicated.

“Whew, it tastes good. What did you eat to make it this sweet?”

Nicholas’s obsc*ne words were a level above Benjamin’s. She felt her face and even her ears burning with embarrassment.

“Is it because I fed you chocolate?”

“Ugh, huuh, please don’t say such things…”

“Does the Goddess of Lust produce holy water from her p*ssy?”

It was now embarrassing just to listen.

But the more she tried to stop him, the more vulgar his words became.

Could it be… that he’s really possessed by Satan? Rarien muttered with a face on the verge of tears.

“Why is Your Excellency’s language so crude? I noticed your personality was strange, but… I didn’t know you were… this kind of person.”

“So… do you dislike it…?”

“I don’t dislike it, but still…”

“You’re this wet from dirty talk?”

The fact that she didn’t dislike it was more of a problem. How heartless of Goddess Arne.

No matter how infatuated she was, even though he was uttering filthy words with his noble lips, the discrepancy rather seemed erotic.

“Your tastes are beyond help too.”

“If you keep saying such lewd things, you’ll go to hell.”

“Hell, huh.”

Nicholas licked her cl*toris with the tip of his tongue as if it was no big deal. With each lick, lick, upward stroke, the raw pl*asure sent shivers through her body as her skin lifted.

“If I go to hell, can I do this with you all day?”

“Ahh, huuh… I, I don’t know.”

“Sounds better than heaven. Might as well go.”

As he rubbed from her l*bia to her cl*toris with his soft lips as if kissing, her already warm p*ssy grew hotter and hotter.

Every time he nudged her cl*toris with his prominent nose bridge while exhaling hot breaths, the inside of her thighs trembled finely in ecstasy.

How pathetic. Last time she struggled and cried, saying it was a dirty place.

Is it because she just washed? She doesn’t refuse today, seeming to enjoy having her cr*tch licked. He could feel her squeezing her knees and lifting her hips every time he sucked with a slurping sound.

“Did you wash with soap?”

“Yes, ahng, huh, when, when I showered, just, just a little…”

“Did you wash thoroughly, hoping I would spread your p*ssy, asking for it to be licked?”

“N-No… uugh, ah!”

With a sucking sound, her cl*toris was drawn between his lips, and Rarien gasped loudly.

Nicholas sucked on her cl*toris while circling and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

Each time, his chin got wet with the overflowing love juices, which pleased him.

The faint smell of soap mixed with the sweet love juices rather bothered him. Even though soap scent was one of Nicholas’s favorite smells.

“From now on, don’t wash.”

“Huh, ugh, why…”

“Because I’ll lick you clean with my mouth morning and night.”

Lick her clean? Even morning and night? Is he serious?

It was insane.

“Once when you wake up, once before bed. Whenever you get wet and drip. Understood?”

Not only was he serious, but it seemed that morning and night was the minimum frequency. Just imagining it made Rarien feel dizzy with embarrassment.

“O-Okay…”

“No need to thank me. You’ll have to take me in whenever my c*ck gets hard too.”

“What? Huh, whenever?”

“Why are you surprised? It’s just people in need helping each other. I’ll lick when your p*ssy gets wet, you’ll take me in when my c*ck gets hard. Did you forget our contract?”

Lick when wet, f*ck when hard. Somehow it seemed he was talking entirely from his own perspective. But so what? Rarien didn’t dislike having s*x with him either.

No, rather, she was so fond of it that she was afraid she might burn in the hellfire of pleasure until only white ashes remained.

“You’re wet without doing anything, and wet even when licked.”

“Haang, nng, ah!”

“There’s no time to dry.”

He stimulated and tormented her swollen, engorged cl*toris, sometimes gently biting it between his teeth, sometimes sucking it with lewd slurping sounds. Rarien, who had been covering her eyes in embarrassment, pulled her chin down to look at the man between her legs.

It was exactly like in the novel. No, it was an incomparably more erotic sight than the novel. How much had she wanted this, to even dream of Nicholas licking her crotch.

Why did she have such a dream? Perhaps it was a very primal desire to be served by someone she ardently admired. Whatever it was, it was no longer a dream now.

It was her most deeply hidden secret place. A place usually hidden between flesh, barely aware of its existence. Even though it was a hot and humid place to put one’s mouth. Seeing him lick it fervently almost in worship, without minding, made her lower abdomen, which had been ticklish, feel like it was boiling hot.

Rarien unconsciously grasped Nicholas’s golden hair. Then, worried it might hurt, she quickly loosened her grip. The sensation of his hair flowing through her fingers was admirably soft.

When Nicholas pressed his lips deep into her p*ssy and kept rubbing her swollen cl*toris, then bit it gently with his front teeth, a lightning-like pleasure struck through her whole body.

“Ahng, huuh, aahn!”

Her hips, lifted upwards, trembled in the air. Her hand gripping his hair tightened, and her vision blurred. Her v*ginal walls clenched and her cl*toris throbbed as if it would burst. Rarien moaned loudly at her first cl*max from clitoral stimulation.

“Haa, haa… hic.”

“Did you come?”

Nicholas only removed his lips from her p*ssy after seeing her hiccup while crossing her knees from the overwhelming pleasure. Then he quickly crawled up her body and kissed her deeply. As he devoured her lips with his own, messy with her love juices, she felt the slippery fl*id along with his saliva.

“See? This is how you taste.”

So this is how it tastes when Nicholas licks me. He kept saying it was sweet, but honestly, she wasn’t sure. Rarien looked puzzled as she tasted it.

“What should I call you? Rari? Rien?”

He asked tenderly, kissing Rarien’s earlobe.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean a pet name. I thought you might believe this lustful man’s feelings if I called you something cute.”

“A pet name? Will you really call me by a pet name?”

“Have you only been deceived in life?”

A pet name, a pet name… No matter how she thought about it, it seemed too good for her to hear.

Rarien didn’t have a pet name. At home, she was usually called ‘hey’, ‘you’, or ‘that girl’, or ‘sister’. Not only did she not have a pet name, even her mother who gave birth to her had never called her name affectionately.

…It’s embarrassing to come up with one on her own when she doesn’t have one.

Rarien thought for a moment before speaking.

“Actually, I… don’t have any particular pet name.”

“That can’t be.”

Smooch.

“When you’re this cute.”

Smooch.

“Haa…, no pet name. You’re lying.”

Smooch, smooch.

“You’re probably too shy to say it… afraid I might tease you.”

Nicholas murmured sweet words while continuously kissing her.

Rarien was on the verge of losing her mind from the shower of kisses.

“…I don’t have one. R-Really.”

“Then shall I give you a pretty one?”

“What?”

“Let’s see.”

He kissed the tip of Rarien’s round nose while nuzzling her neck with his lips.

“You’re as small as a bean, should I call you baby?”

“I’m not a baby. I’m an adult.”

Rarien pouted, seemingly displeased.

Such a tiny thing, how long has it been since you became an adult? Such bravado.

She’s saying she doesn’t like it. Why does she look so choked up then? With not just her face but even her ears turning red. It was ridiculous.

Seeing her moist eyes, Nicholas realized Rarien was telling a cute lie.

Her face still has a childish look for an adult. So it’s a bit cheesy but fitting. Since she likes it so much, how can he not call her that?

What kind of people are her parents to not even give a pet name to such a cute child? They must be crazy.

“Don’t you like ‘baby’?”

She nodded. Another lie.

Nicholas smirked, dumbfounded, then pressed his lips firmly against Rarien’s, like stamping a seal.

“Well. Looking at your br*ast size, you’re certainly… not a baby.”

Another perverse remark. Rarien frowned deeply. Despite her uncomfortable expression, Nicholas seemed fixated on her br*asts, continuously rubbing his forehead against her chest from her neck.

“Don’t be angry. I mean it in a good way. I mean your br*asts are big and warm.”

“…Liar.”

“Okay. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.”

Cold, it’s cold. He whispered tenderly while repeatedly kissing her n*pples over her clothes.

“Ahh, huuh…”

“You’re already a grown adult. Haa…, our baby.”

Calling her an adult, then a baby. There was no consistency at all. In fact, it seemed he didn’t care either way.