And then came the consequence of not focusing. His thrusts turned her insides upside down.

“Ah, ah!”

Feeling it wriggle and pull out slowly, Lily flailed and pounded on Breck’s shoulder. He laughed lowly.

It was already dawn. They had drunk some water and dozed off for a few minutes, but the lovemaking hadn’t ended.

She couldn’t even remember how they got to the bedroom. Maybe Breck had moved her while she slept, but she didn’t have the energy to worry about being seen. Even after dozing off briefly, Breck was still inside her when she woke.

“Mm.”

Breck no longer told her to relax. Her legs were limp, and his thick, long c*ck slid endlessly inside her as if to flaunt its length. She thought ‘halfway’ referred to the process, but it was about the length. It felt like he had finally carved a path to her womb.

“Now, please…”

“Why such a disappointing thing to say.”

Breck’s voice sent shivers down her belly. He thrust deeply, shaking his hips. Even though she was exhausted, her entrance greedily sucked on his c*ck. Sopping wet, it made squelching sounds like a mouth stuffed with food, making Lily want to die of shame.

“Do you really want to stop?”

“No, no, it’s not that… ah!”

Teasing her as he thrust into her cervix, Breck’s words made her vision go white. Her whole body trembled, clenching around the pillar filling her from below to her belly. Half out of breath, she couldn’t help but scratch Breck’s shoulder. Despite the slight resistance, Breck didn’t care and pulled her hips closer.

“Ah, ugh!”

What started as a scream of pain now sounded like moans of pleasure. Breck felt her body pull his c*ck deeper and released what he had been holding back.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Breck had lost count of how many times he had cl*maxed. He hadn’t planned to go this far, but stopping wasn’t easy.

He hunched over and hugged Lily. Under his thick body, she struggled briefly before finally going limp. Breck, soaked in a languid satisfaction, couldn’t control his senses and gently patted the exhausted Lily.

“Ah, is it over now?”

Lily asked in a pleading voice. She thought she had experienced everything imaginable in her fantasies, but this was much more intense.

Breathless, Breck soothed her.

“Are you disappointed?”

“It’s not that…”

Lily weakly tapped Breck’s shoulder. He took her fingers and pressed his lips to her nails. He couldn’t criticize his mistress for lacking stamina, and he was aware he might have overdone it a bit.

‘Still, if she seduced me that blatantly, wasn’t she a bit pent-up?’

He felt a bit regretful.

Silence settled as their sweat cooled. Lily, seemingly exhausted, dozed off and mumbled.

“But you… who are you… really? What did you use to do…?”

It was a difficult question. Breck realized then that he hadn’t thought about anything. No matter how he looked at it, treating his mistress like this wasn’t befitting a servant. He hadn’t even given an excuse for his transformation.

As he racked his brain for a plausible identity, he heard her soft breathing. Lily had fallen asleep.

Breck chuckled softly, kissed her cheek once, and got up.

**

“What would you like for dinner?”

Lily, staring blankly out the window at the garden, snapped back to reality at the butler’s question.

“Sorry, what were we talking about?”

“I was asking about the dinner menu.”

“Something nourishing?”

She said the first thing that came to mind, and the butler bowed respectfully.

“I will prepare a stew with venison. How about a soup made with dried oysters?”

“Sounds good.”

Lily replied with a lifeless face. Her mind was elsewhere, and her stamina was depleted. Or rather, her energy was being used elsewhere.

She didn’t think she was acting noticeably different, but none of the servants close to her were unaware. After all, there was a maid who cleaned and laundered the bed sheets.

‘She must have a lover. That’s good.’

They didn’t know who it was, but it wasn’t hard to guess. And there was a likely candidate nearby.

[Why doesn’t she just reunite with him instead of sneaking around at night?]

[Shh. Be careful what you say. There’s no guarantee it’s Lord Greer. I heard there’s a distant relative visiting Baron Ploy’s family, a very handsome and sturdy young gentleman.]

[Come on, do you really think our mistress would date someone without a proper introduction? If he was formally introduced, there’d be no need for secret meetings.]

[Lord Greer is still in town, isn’t he?]

No one thought her lover could be the gardener’s assistant sitting at the far end of the servants’ dining hall. In fact, even Lily herself hadn’t fully realized it. That she had actually done something so bold.

She now knew Breck wasn’t just a drifter doing odd jobs. From the start, she knew his well-toned body wasn’t that of an ordinary person, and whether he used a magical device or cast a spell, he had definitely transformed. His demeanor was also different.

When they met, he hunched his shoulders and lowered his head like a gardener’s assistant. But once they had been intimate, he naturally revealed his true self in front of Lily. Though he used honorifics and called her Viscount, he never considered himself her inferior.

‘It’s absurd to think he was just wandering around doing odd jobs.’

She didn’t know why he was pretending to be a lowly gardener, but it was clear he wasn’t meant for such a role.

However, Lily didn’t press him about his past after the initial question she couldn’t even remember. If a man like him had given up everything and returned home to live as a drifter, there must be a story she shouldn’t touch.

Instead, she asked just one thing.

[Your name really is Breck, right?]

[Yes, I am indeed Breck from the same hometown as Cohen. And the girl who visits occasionally is definitely my sister.]

Understanding her exact question, he answered with a smile. Knowing he had a sister who occasionally brought bundles of clothes and food, Lily simply nodded.

That was enough. She didn’t want to call him by the wrong name, she had explained.

After the butler left, Lily returned to her study and gazed out the window again. Breck, perched on a ladder, was trimming branches. He looked her way and smiled as if he felt her gaze.

Startled, Lily quickly turned her head and drew the curtain. She tried not to stare too much, but it was difficult. Even though he couldn’t hear her racing heart from that distance, she worried he might notice.

‘We’re just sleeping together.’

She had no intention of failing twice, and there was no emotional connection with Breck. She had always liked his body, and their physical relationship was established because Breck had responded positively when he should have been angry.

He wasn’t taking it seriously either. He hadn’t asked who she really was or why she hadn’t said anything, which meant he understood.

It was a perfectly satisfying life. Her illustrations were gaining popularity. The Verdain Weekly’s value was rising. The Verdain Weekly was expanding beyond Verdain city, and the printing press was working non-stop. Pulque was even suggesting holding an original art exhibition and auctioning the pieces.

Thinking about the nights of burning passion made the work during the day enjoyable. Lily managed her estate, drew, and replied to social letters with joy. Even when responding to matchmaking letters, she could happily write that she preferred to stay single for now instead of asking about the man’s size.

Still, it wouldn’t be accurate to say she felt no regret. Keeping it a secret was thrilling, but… she didn’t realize it was a secret only to her.

Just as she was about to get back to work, there was a knock on the window. Startled, Lily approached and pulled back the curtain. Breck stood right outside. As soon as she opened the window, he slipped in.

“Breck! What if someone sees you?”

“What would happen? I’d just be a servant summoned by my mistress.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist as he spoke. Though it was nothing special, his words sounded lewd, and Lily blushed, lightly hitting his chest.

Breck caught her hand, kissed her cheek, and asked,

“How is it? Are you wet?”

“Why would you ask that after climbing through the window?”

“I know you’ve been watching me.”

“That doesn’t mean…”

Lily tried to argue but failed. She really was wet.

Don’t misunderstand. She wasn’t thinking lewd thoughts while watching him. But as soon as he hugged her and she smelled his scent, her entrance started to throb uncontrollably.

She worried he might hear the wet sounds of her flesh sticking and unsticking, even though she wore multiple layers of undergarments and a thick dress.