Squelch, squelch, a sticky sound echoed in their ears every time he stroked his c*ck sh*ft, using her love juices as lubricant.

“I did this constantly, thinking about my baby.”

She felt his sticky gaze. The sight of him holding and shaking his c*ck with its veins prominently raised was excessively erotic.

Back then, he had difficulty even squeezing it, but as he said, after doing it countless times over the past month, his hand movements had become quite skillful.

“Where?”

“In the bathtub, in bed. Even while praying alone in the prayer room at dawn. I even had a wet dream like a little boy. I even did it in the carriage on the way here. I couldn’t get my mind off Rien all day long.”

Isn’t that almost pathological? He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he almost became an addict. Rarien couldn’t help but worry about Nicholas’s condition.

“Originally, I couldn’t c*m alone. But thinking about how you writhed in pl*asure while I was inside you, f*ck, I stroked and came, stroked and came again until my c*ck ran dry… I m*sturbated until my balls felt loose.”

Slap, slap. Along with the sound of skin rubbing, she could see the flesh pillar growing bigger in his hand. Clear l*quid seeped out of his urethra and pooled at the tip.

My goodness. The gl*ns, glistening with prec*m, was still a beautiful rose color.

“I thought the m*sturbation I did before arriving here would be the last, but because of you, Rien, this is already the second time today.”

It’s still an impressive c*ck. Rarien swallowed hard. Thinking about how that beautiful c*ck had turned dark red, almost to the point of bursting, when it was pounding her v*lva, made her feel dizzy.

“How do you feel seeing me stroke my c*ck after seeing you after so long?”

Rarien couldn’t answer immediately and her lips quivered.

‘…It looks so delicious, I want to devour it right now.’

Such an obsc*ne thought wouldn’t leave her mind. Needless to say, she didn’t have the courage to utter such dirty words out loud.

But as Nicholas said, seeing his tantalizing g*nitals made her feel empty down below. She felt her v*ginal opening twitch, seemingly begging for insertion, and her love juices flowed out.

When that weapon-like large c*ck pushes all the way into her belly, her breath would catch. Every cell in her body would stand on end from the pleasure that felt like she might burst.

She wanted to eat the real Nicholas, not Big Nicholas, right away.

But she knew that even if she whined for him to put it in quickly, that noble man wouldn’t oblige so easily.

At the same time, she had a vague idea of how to make him desperate to put it in.

‘I’ll only believe in you today too, honey.’

Rarien repeated the words she always muttered to her glass husband, Big Nicholas, and kissed it with a smack. It was her last kiss before divorcing Big Nicholas. However, even at this trivial provocation, she could see Nicholas Reinhart’s brow furrow.

He even got jealous of a character in a book. Right, he was a man with tremendous possessiveness.

“I’ll confess now too, Your Excellency.”

Rarien spread her legs wide apart and rubbed Big Nicki along her secret place. The cool sensation of the glass touching her hot, wet place made her shudder involuntarily, contorting her eyes.

Looking down, she saw Nicholas watching it with a very displeased expression.

“First, I rubbed it like this until it warmed up.”

“Needing to warm it up. Its performance is poor.”

Nicholas was quick to criticize Big Nicholas. Compared to Nicholas’s c*ck, which was hot as soon as they stood up, its performance was indeed far inferior.

“When did you mainly use it?”

“Mainly before going to bed.”

“I thought about you all day long. Was your p*ssy only lonely before bed, Rien?”

Even while saying such embarrassing words, Nicholas continued to stroke his shaft. His gaze was fixed on Rarien’s v*lva.

“Well, men and women are physiologically different in the amount of desire.”

“Alright, continue.”

“Once it’s sufficiently wet like this…”

Rarien showed the glass c*ck covered in slick fl*ids, then angled it to aim at her v*ginal opening.

“…Like this.”

When the rounded tip pressed against her perineum, clear fluid flowed down Big Nicholas. Nicholas’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down at that erotic sight. The tip of the glass c*ck entered the vaginal opening as if being sucked in.

“And before putting it all in… I twist it gently… Mmh, to widen.”

Nicholas moistened his dry lips as he watched her struggle to twist the half-inserted glass c*ck.

“Where did you learn such a thing?”

“Hnn, ah, f-from Your Excellency.”

“F*ck, haa… Who’s Your Excellency?”

He seemed blind with rage even though it was a term referring to himself. Nicholas panted as he snatched Rarien’s hand and threw away Big Nicholas.

“I can’t stand the jealousy.”

“Ahk!”

The tip scraped along the inner wall, plunging deep in one go. Perhaps due to the somewhat hasty insertion pressing on her stomach, tears welled up in Rarien’s eyes.

“I asked who Your Excellency is.”

“N-Nicholas… Hnn, Reinhart.”

“Ah, did that bastard Nicholas f*ck you like this?”

“Ahh, hnng…!”

Thwack, when he thrust his hips up, the tip pressed against the dead end near her womb, making her feel breathless.

As her vision blurred with tears, Nicholas licked her eyes, sucking up the moisture.

“Did that bastard make our Rien cry?”

“Hic, hnn.”

“What a nasty bastard.”

Nicholas laughed wryly while breathing heavily. The way he spoke about himself as if he’s talking about someone else made him seem dangerously possessed.

“Haa, haa….”

“Ugh. Haa, ugh.”

Hot, rough breaths poured into her ear. Nicholas remained still for a moment, with his c*ck buried to the hilt.

Meanwhile, Rarien was completely cornered. Above, a rock-like body pressed down on her, and below, a massive c*ck that was barely manageable had penetrated her. She grunted continuously while struggling to catch her breath.

“Why have you, haa, become so tight. Was the glass c*ck that inadequate?”

“Y-Your Excellency is just, kuh, too big.”

“So, huuh, do you dislike it?”

“No. Hnn, ah, h-ha, I l-like it.”

“F*ck.”

With that short curse, Rarien’s inner walls stretched achingly. It was because Nicholas’s p*nis had grown even larger at just one word. And he began to diligently widen her insides while rotating his hips.

“Say, ‘Your Excellency’s c*ck is much better than the glass one.'”

“Ahnn, hnn, mmm.”

“Quickly.”

“The glass c*ck, hnn, Your Excellency’s c*ck, aah!”

Rarien struggled to breathe but tried her best to obediently answer as instructed.

“Did Your Excellency stretch you like this?”

“Yes, nnh, hnng, that’s right.”

“Are you really stretched? It’s so hot and tight, I feel like my c*ck might burst.”

He exhaled roughly and sucked on Rarien’s lips. The mucous membranes slid against each other as his tongue invaded. When saliva pooled as her salivary glands were pressed, he drank it all as if it were nectar to quench his thirst.

Thinking he had widened her enough, he pulled his c*ck out long and then, thwack, thrust it back in.

“Ahng!”

Feeling as if her head was ringing, Rarien’s waist bent, and her body was pushed up. Nicholas gripped her hips with both hands and pulled her forcefully towards him. As their g*nitals joined without a gap and Nicholas’s p*bic hair rubbed against her wet p*ssy, Rarien’s body became intensely hot.

“Huu, it feels like you’re squeezing me.”

“Nnh, hnn.”

“How I’ve missed this sensation.”

Nicholas hugged her upper body as if he might crush her. Her br*asts were squashed, and below them, their hearts pounded against each other.

“No matter how much I stroked my c*ck, haa… I nearly went crazy because I couldn’t get this feeling.”

“Hic, huh.”

“Don’t run away anymore. No matter where you go, you’ll just be caught again anyway. Understand?”

Their eyes met. She wanted to answer readily that she would never run away, that she would stay by his side forever, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Rarien Claude will die in about two months. With so little time left together, she shouldn’t make such an irresponsible promise.

Her heart stung.

If only time would stop. Even if it’s just greed. If she could just hold onto this fleeting moment.

She felt she could die right now without regrets.

For corrupting the perfect son of God and indulging in lust, she wouldn’t be able to go to heaven.

‘I’m sorry, Goddess Arne.’

Rarien repented in her heart. At first, it was to the goddess, but it seemed more appropriate to repent to Nicholas.

After all, for Rarien Claude, faith was not in Goddess Arne, but in Nicholas Reinhart himself.

‘If I’m going to hell anyway, can I be just a little selfish for the time I have left?’

His golden eyes, which she had always wanted to possess, were focused solely on her.

Instead of answering, Rarien kissed him in response.

A ticklish smile spread across Nicholas Reinhart’s face. And he began to thrust in earnest.

“Ahng, ang!”

The squelching sound of their fluid-covered g*nitals intertwining was embarrassingly loud. Every time the hot flesh pillar stirred her insides, she felt driven to the edge, sending chills down her spine. Rarien clung to Nicholas’s neck like she was grasping at a final lifeline, whimpering.

“Haa, who would’ve thought.”

“Ahnn, hnn, mmng, ah!”

“Hm?”

Softly, Nicholas buried his lips frantically on her tender earlobe and nape.

Nicholas suddenly straightened his waist and carefully observed Rarien’s pitiful state beneath him, gasping like she’s about to pass out.