“Huh! Master…… Ah……!”

Every time their joined lower bodies met, a wet, squishy sound resonated through the large bedroom. The feeling of him pulling out, so hard that her flesh felt like it was being ripped off, and then thrusting back in, his thing buried deep inside her stomach, was intense. Her pelvis twisted, unable to withstand the stimulation.

The Duke, pressing his wet tongue into Flora’s trembling ear, gently lifted her waist with ease. His hot lips trailed downward, licking her earlobe before softly nibbling on it, sending a shiver through her.

“Hoo……. Flora……”

He called her name desperately, driving himself to her deepest point, as if searching for warmth in the wettest depths of her. 

The relentless sound of their bodies meeting echoed in her ears, a constant reminder of their intensity. At the sound of his urgent voice calling her name, her body, which had long surrendered its resistance, swayed entirely to his rhythm. His length, once barely lingering at her entrance, now scraped roughly upward against her inner walls, moving back and forth with an unyielding pace.

“Huhhh, hnggg……!”

Heated breaths, trapped in her throat, escaped her lips one after another. Her inner walls, gripping and rubbing against his length as it moved rapidly in and out of her, began to draw out a hot, unfamiliar sensation. His firm, *rect c*ck slid smoothly through her reddened entrance, the motion igniting her senses. Her beautiful br*asts swayed rhythmically in time with his deliberate movements.

As his lips, which had been pressed firmly against hers, parted, he paused for a moment. His cool, striking eyes gazed at her delicate figure, taking in her trembling breaths and flushed expression, a reflection of the intensity they shared.

“Only you……”

The end of the Duke’s low voice cracked. His arms, wrapped around her waist, gradually gained a desperate strength. Every time his dark red form moved in and out of her w*tness, a squishy sound rang out. 

A fishy taste spread in her tightly clenched mouth from the hard sensation of him moving in and out between her legs. On the contrary, a shiver, so strong it was terrifying, ran down her spine. The sound of her heart pounding erratically rang loudly in her ears. 

“Ahh……. huhh, Mas… Master……”

Every time he moved, an intense stimulation, which she had never felt before, shook her whole being. Meeting his heated gaze, Flora looked up at the Duke. His pupils were filled with a dark heat.

“……Hoo, Flo… ra.”

He let out a hot breath and a low murmur against her ear, then slid his thick fingers into her hair, pulling her head, which he had been holding in his hands, towards him. For a moment, their lips parted, and then their saliva-drenched tongues tangled for a long time.

“Huhh……! Hmph……”

Consumed by a sensation she had never felt before in her life, Flora melted away endlessly. The man’s rough breathing, escaping his lips in time with the sound of his heart beating endlessly, faintly echoed through the bedroom.

The muscles in the man’s b*ttocks, which were swallowing her lips, tensed. He tightened his waist and thrust his hips upwards with a thud. At that moment, a tingling sensation shot up her spine and hit her head.

The man’s embrace, which she had thought was cool, was insanely hot. His strong forearms, tightly wrapped around her waist with blue veins standing out, radiated heat. His hard abs pressed against her soft br*asts, their warmth and firmness overwhelming her senses.

“Hoo……. Haa……”

Her platinum blonde hair, which had fallen over her snow-white skin, swayed erratically at the man’s relentless movements. Her palms, clinging to his back, were drenched in sweat. She moved her hand, which was slipping on the beads of sweat that were welling up, and wrapped it around his neck.

The squishy sounds no longer reached her ears. Her muffled ears were filled only with the man’s rough breathing. 

Flora tightly bit her lip and surrendered herself entirely to the man who was burying himself in her.

The ecstasy of the early morning, which was still a long way from dawn, deepened. 

* * *

Claude unconsciously pulled something that was hugging him tightly into his arms. The feeling in his hand was soft. It was warm and soft, and he liked the feeling of it fitting perfectly in his arms.

He slowly opened his eyes. The feeling of the wind against his skin was subtly different.

His gaze fell on the curtains, which were swaying and dancing in the morning breeze. The dim light coming through the window hurt his eyes, so he slowly closed and opened them.

The sound of the birds sounded different, and he felt refreshed for some reason.

It seemed like there was a woman in his dream.

Could he have had a wet dream at this age?

As Claude turned his head to the side in disbelief, he froze. A small woman was nestled within his outstretched arms.

His face hardened like stone the moment he recognized the woman sleeping there, breathing softly. It didn’t take long to grasp the situation.

His large hand cupped her beautiful face.

Perhaps sensing his presence, the woman made a small sound and slowly lifted her eyelids.

“Master…?”

Her clear, pure eyes made his mood sink even further. Claude skillfully concealed his agitation and asked first,

“Why are you here?”

Flora blinked her eyes in apparent confusion and after a long pause, asked back.

“…Don’t you remember anything?”

If he spoke based on his memories, there were fragments that came to mind. Things like the sensation of soft lips, tender flesh. And the feeling of penetrating hot depths.

But surely, there was no way he would have actually taken a maid to bed.

“Answer my question first.”

The gentle man from last night had vanished, replaced by the cold Duke who demanded an answer again.

But Flora remained expressionless and didn’t respond.

Was this a silent confirmation?

He suddenly felt irritated.

There had always been women who jumped into his bedroom claiming they wanted to become the Duchess. Each time, he had thrown them out after humiliating and shaming them, and had never once taken any of them.

So in the current situation, which clearly showed they had done the deed, it appeared he had taken advantage of a maid.

He had thought it impossible. But what he had thought was too vivid to be a dream turned out to be reality.

“Completely insane.”

He spat out the curse through gritted teeth.

Flora closed her mouth at the look of dismay slowly spreading across his handsome face. From his unfiltered curse, it was clear he didn’t properly remember last night.

A subtle flow of emotions contrasted with the bright sunlight filling the bedroom.

Claude tensed his lips, holding back words he wanted to say.

‘A woman who serviced soldiers in the army…’

A rumor he had once heard came back to him in this moment. While it seemed completely unlikely, given the situation, it raised suspicions.

But he quickly dismissed such unfounded thoughts, telling himself this would make him no different from others.

Still, an impudent maid who dared to crawl into her master’s room.

He despised people who crossed lines the most. So even if they had shared their bodies, he wasn’t the type to overlook a maid who had sneaked into her master’s room.

He even felt betrayed. It felt like being stabbed in the back after all the kindness he had shown.

His gaze turned icy cold as he looked at the maid who had crossed the line.

“I don’t know what you were expecting by doing this, but whatever you’re hoping for will never happen.”

Hearing the words he muttered that seemed to deny anything had happened between them, Flora’s energy completely drained away.

But trying to clear up the Duke’s misunderstanding, she hesitantly opened her mouth.

“…Actually…”

“Get out of my room right now.”

However, Claude cut her off as if there was nothing more to hear and turned his head away.

Flora’s lips quivered like she wanted to say something, but stopped there.

The man with hurt in his eyes was no longer present. Suddenly seized by an odd feeling, Flora weakly lifted the blanket.

As she raised her upper body, the sheet slipped from her shoulders. Her white neck and cleavage were covered in red marks that he must have left. Seeing this, Claude felt a sharp tightening sensation below and furrowed his brow.

Her pale skin peeked through between the gaps in the thin sheet covering her body. His vision was filled with firm, slender arms and legs toned by war and training. The problem was that even those areas were densely marked with traces of their lovemaking. The marks spread everywhere without exception naturally led to the unnecessary realization that their relationship, which he couldn’t even remember, must have been quite passionate.