“Is this still my misunderstanding?”

He whispered in her ear and took out his fiercely er*ect c*ck.

And he gently comforted the woman who was whimpering as if it wasn’t even her fault.

“It’s okay. It’s just… an unavoidable accident.”

He put the glasses he had removed back on her.

“Accidents can be prevented in advance.”

This docile one will now obediently wear the glasses even if they’re uncomfortable.

“Instead, I’m anxious, so show me. Who Rarien Claude is.”

And without hesitation, he lifted his hips and plunged his massive c*ck in deeply in one go. At the same time her head reverberated, her pelvis felt as if it was consumed by flames due to the friction heat.

“Hnngh!”

A rather loud sound escaped due to the merciless insertion. Rarien hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands.

As the tip scraped and dug into the tightly closed inner walls, the startled inner walls convulsed spasmodically.

When his c*ck thrust into the deepest part of her belly and fit snugly, Nicholas let out a hoarse breath.

Unable to hold back the feeling of ej*culation due to the sensation of his c*ck being twisted, he finally gave in.

s*men spurted like fireworks exploding. Each time his urethra twitched and spewed white seed, Nicholas thrust his hips even deeper, as if he couldn’t spill a single drop.

“Haa, f*ck…”

He groaned lowly, scratching his throat. He thought it would get better with repetition, but why did it feel increasingly impossible to hold back his climax?

What could he do? It was all because Rarien was too sexy.

Anyway, if he didn’t pull out, she wouldn’t know he had ej*culated. Didn’t she not know last time and didn’t ask? Since his c*ck hadn’t softened, it didn’t matter. Having taken the edge off his urgency, he planned to start enjoying himself in earnest from now on.

“Your Excellency?”

The man behind the wall asked.

He must have noticed something was amiss. Rarien’s face had completely crumpled.

It was pitiful to see her looking back with teary eyes, as if asking what they should do now.

Unlike the whimpering Rarien, Nicholas remained composed.

“Don’t worry. They won’t know.”

He answered leisurely.

“It’s fine, let’s continue.”

This time too, he was answering Rarien while pretending to respond to the confessor. And he subtly grabbed Rarien’s wrists behind her back, preventing her from covering her mouth.

Then he thrust his hips up forcefully. Her crown reverberated and Rarien’s waist arched like a bow.

“Ahh!”

Once again, a moan escaped.

“Anyway, only the two of us know what’s happening here.”

Thump, as he thrust up again, his blood-engorged c*ck spread Rarien’s insides achingly and penetrated even deeper.

“So who does Rarien Claude belong to?”

Nicholas whispered wickedly, embracing the trembling female body struggling with the overwhelming insertion.

It was a question with an already determined answer. His reason for asking repeatedly was because he wanted to hear it over and over, even though he knew the answer.

“Y-Your Excellency…”

“Who?”

“…Nicholas, hnng, Reinhart.”

“That’s right.”

She answered firmly despite panting.

Nicholas smiled with satisfaction and pulled up her skirt, which was already raised to her waist, all the way up to below her neck. As he also pulled up the undergarments covering her chest, her plump br*asts spilled out, jiggling.

“Ah, here.”

He made her bite the rolled-up hem of her clothes between her parted lips.

With the cloth in her mouth, fully exposing her snow-white n*ked body, Nicholas cupped her br*asts with both hands and caressed them as if in worship. Just from the stroking, her n*pples stood er*ect, tickling his palms.

He gripped her br*asts fully in his palms and pinched both n*pples with his index fingers, causing her inner walls to throb and cling stickily to his c*ck’s shaft.

“Your Excellency, what should I do? Please guide me so I don’t lose my way.”

F*ck, he wanted to say that someone like you isn’t worth living so just go ahead and end it yourself, but he held back.

Rarien, with the cloth in her mouth, was in no position to help.

Nicholas decided to mix Sebastian Klein’s advice with his own true feelings.

“It’s natural for a man to lust after a woman, but Rarien Claude is absolutely off-limits. Restrain yourself.”

“I’ll be punished by heaven, won’t I?”

“Yes, unnecessary courage will ultimately bring disaster.”

He was confident he could create it if it didn’t exist. Nicholas grabbed both of Rarien’s br*asts and started thrusting his hips up, slap, slap.

He smiled with satisfaction, seeing her slender waist bend flexibly with each of his thrusts.

“So while I’m still asking nicely, hoo, forget about it, fast for three days and nights, and pray for forgiveness through all-night vigils.”

Isn’t it fortunate enough that I’m not killing you?

That’s what Nicholas thought.

***

To think there was someone who secretly admired me. I never thought the kindness I showed just to help would be taken that way.

I never really thought of myself as pretty. But hearing “pretty, pretty” so often makes me start to believe it. The more I dwell on it, the more embarrassed and burdened I feel, as if I’ve committed a sin.

With clear evidence, I can no longer defy Nicholas’s words. However, after that, there wasn’t much need to wear glasses except when doing paperwork.

Despite his firm instructions to wear them, he didn’t even give me a chance to go outside.

Those dreamlike days continued.

We were together at the start and end of each day. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that every moment of Rarien Claude’s life was Nicholas Reinhart.

For instance, Nicholas wouldn’t let Rarien bathe alone.

“It’s bath time, Rien.”

“What’s all this?”

Rarien, led by his hand into the bathroom, couldn’t help but be shocked.

It was truly an astonishingly luxurious bath.

First of all, the bathtub was impressive. Even before arriving here, Nicholas said he had already brought in a new bathtub. Of course, it was top-grade, made of marble by a craftsman who supplies to the imperial family.

Not only that, there were over twenty types of fragrances. He said they were the highest quality fragrances brought from the far East, to be chosen according to mood and situation. The same went for soaps. Perhaps because they were expensive soaps, they lathered well and were moisturizing.

Nicholas personally enjoyed washing every inch of Rarien’s body.

“I-I’ll just… I’ll wash myself.”

Even when she tried to stop him as he kept rubbing certain places repeatedly while washing.

“I’m sorry, but I hate other people’s hands touching what’s mine.”

“Even my own hands?”

“I said it’s mine, didn’t I?”

He wouldn’t let her touch it at all.

Not just washing, but even thoroughly drying her hair to prevent colds. Nicholas Reinhart did everything with his own hands. After embracing in the bathtub and having s*x to the point of exhaustion, she didn’t have the energy to lift a finger anyway.

And what about meals? After the trouble with the carrots in the sandwich, Nicholas brought in a dedicated chef for the annex.

I don’t know where he recruited them from, but the food was so delicious it melted on the tongue, and it was all luxurious dishes.

Because Nicholas fed her himself, Rarien had to have meals like banquets every time.

“Come on, say ah.”

“It’s okay. I’m full now.”

“You need to eat well. You keep fainting during s*x because you’re not eating properly.”

Thanks to always being fed plenty, Rarien, who had been on the thin side, gained weight nicely.

Far from work, all day she was eating, having s*x, bathing, having s*x, sleeping, having s*x….

Nicholas had prepared a cozy nest for Rarien. The time she spent with him was like a dream, but Rarien hadn’t been able to erase the wish list written in her notebook for several weeks now.

‘It’s okay. This is what I wanted.’

For a very long time, she had wished and wished to be close to Nicholas Reinhart.

That man she longed for is now by her side.

Whenever her chest felt tight, Rarien reminded herself how fortunate she was.

Having the person you desperately wanted spend their remaining time with you… There could be no greater luck than this.

‘I’m so happy being together.’

I should stay close even for one more minute, one more second. It’s only natural.

There’s not much time left, so anything else is a luxury.

‘But when I’m gone… what about His Excellency?’

She couldn’t find a fundamental answer to this question.

I should tell him the truth. But I’ve been running away because I’m scared.

The unspoken truth sat as a heavy sense of guilt in her heart.

She hadn’t found a fundamental answer to this problem. 

She should tell him the truth. But she was scared and kept running away. 

The unspoken truth weighed heavily on her heart like a debt. 

35 days. 

As the remaining numbers decreased, Rarien was peacefully suffocating in a mirage that would soon disappear. 

 ***

 33 days. Another day passed and morning dawned. 

 Rarien drowsily opened her eyes in the large bed. Feeling something missing, she reached out to feel the sheets and found the bed empty. 

 Usually, she would wake up gasping for air from morning kisses while being held in Nicholas’s arms. This was strange.