“Hah……”

Every time he exhaled deeply, his muscles that were trained enough to show definition writhed. At some point, Flora’s snow-white legs caught in his hands wrapped around his solid waist. Unlike his leisurely beginning, he was now acting urgently like someone feeling thirst. His ferocious tip pushed in like stabbing before her p*ssy could close.

Lewd sounds of wet flesh connecting—thud, thud—crossed the Duke’s master bedroom.

Claude’s mouth corners lifted as he fully grasped her br*asts that swayed with each thrust. When he circled her now prominent cl*toris with his thumb, her sweet moans were as delicious as a melody that aroused excitement.

“Ah, nngh, hic!”

For him who could only gauge their previous intercourse through a few vague memory fragments. Those scattered pieces were now coming together as one complete sensation, unfolding vividly before his eyes.

He leaned down his upper body, brushing back hair that had fallen with sweat. Their lips overlapped again and their tongues entangled thickly. Saliva that couldn’t be swallowed with their tangled tongues beaded at the corners of their mouths. When his drawn-out tongue tip swept up the saliva that had pooled like dew on her lips, her embraced body trembled violently.

Claude pushed himself into her soft lips and smooth b*ttocks until saliva ran down her chin. The more he dug into her wet inside, the more thirsty he became.

“Hic! Ha…… Nngh, no more, hic!”

By now Flora, enveloped in heat, had reached out to tightly embrace and cling to his nape. It felt like being swallowed by the hot temperature of the firm body pressed against her. Whenever hot breaths of unknown origin wetted each other’s skin, her mind melted damply from the extreme pleasure.

“Ah, hah! Mas……ter, nngh!”

As her nasal sounds grew thicker, he increased his speed where he had been thrusting. Flesh pressed against flesh without gaps, and the dynamic movements of his aroused body touched her fingertips. Each time his dark red shaft with bulging veins roughly ravaged her inner flesh, Flora’s waist curved seductively.

His hip movements became extremely rough. The juices filling her inner walls made messy squelching sounds with his relentless thrusting. When his blunt gl*ns firmly crushed her cervix, her convulsing membrane busily contracted as if to squeeze out his s*men.

“Ha…… Master……”

The second night was different from last time which had only been gentle. Instead of pain, it was almost overwhelming to take him as he rushed endlessly. She was helplessly swept away by the pouring pleasure.

With the electrifying tremors shaking her whole body, fluids flowed out between their pressed bodies. Feeling the strength leave her snow-white calves wrapped around his thick waist, Flora hotly panted out her climax.

Not long after, Claude’s broad shoulders that had let out a low moan stiffened rigidly, and the gl*ns filling her entrance undulated. A hot sensation spread densely from deep inside Flora’s v*gina.

Claude didn’t separate their bodies until the sheets supporting her b*ttocks were thoroughly soaked. As the exhausted Flora tried to open her eyes with difficulty, the flesh still firmly blocking her entrance began to swell.

Her slightly widened eyes looked at the man filling her vision.

“Still…… I’m far from done.”

In the maddeningly ecstatic pleasure, Claude belatedly realized something he had overlooked. That perhaps this wasn’t a decision he could dismiss as impulse, but that he might have wanted this woman from the beginning.

His words that came out before he could even realize seeped into Flora’s ears, wetting them too.

“From now on, your nights belong to me.”

The large man’s shadow swallowed her again.

Claude took everything from the woman while savoring her sweet body scent. That’s how he made a selfish decision for himself.

She who had become purely a means for the nights he desired fell helplessly.

* * *

As expected.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Claude knew his thoughts had been correct. His mind was clear, as if the burdensome anguish had never existed—just as he had felt before.

This confirmed it.

The feeling of his suspicions becoming certainty was very subtle. Now that he knew he no longer needed the medicine his physician had discouraged, what he should do from now on was obvious.

Looking beside him, Flora was sleeping soundly with her hands tucked into the blanket.

He pulled back the blanket and sat at the edge of the bed. He relaxed the muscles he had used last night by turning his head left and right and stretching both arms out.

Though he had thoroughly used muscles he didn’t usually use, there was no uncomfortable feeling in his body at all. Rather, he even felt the pleasant refreshment one feels after exercise.

At that moment, Flora who was sleeping beside him stirred.

Through the blanket that had slipped down smoothly, traces that fully contained last night’s pleasure were revealed. Her skin must have been more delicate than it looked, as the reddish marks spread across her transparent skin appeared quite prominent.

I must have been quite mad.

He couldn’t help but give himself a terrible evaluation. It was because he had no idea at all that he would be this actively engaged in s*xual relations with a woman.

It seemed he had lost his reason for a moment. Recalling his appearance from last night when he had been dominated by instinct and craved like a beast, he felt unpleasant. As if he discovered an unknown side of himself.

On the other hand, he still found it difficult to understand Flora’s sentiment of not refusing until the end.

He turned his back to Flora as if there was no need to wake her and got up from his place. As he was roughly putting on his robe, Flora who had finally woken up raised herself groggily.

“Master, are you awake?”

Claude gestured toward the door while coolly drinking a glass of water placed on the table.

“If you’re awake, you may leave now.”

It was morning, so her role was done here.

* * *

The fresh morning dew-soaked grass scent was refreshing. Flora blankly stared at the mountain ridge opposite where the sun was halfway hung.

Why?

She was trying her best to somehow understand the heart of a man she had no way of knowing.

The nominal duty given for her master’s safety had not been kept last night. Rather, the night she thought would never come again and tried to forget had returned.

The man who opened his eyes and looked straight at her was different from that day, but was warm and gentle. She seemed to feel a fullness from the sensation that made her heart tingle with heat.

But when morning came, he had returned to being a cold master.

Not a single word that she should have heard came from his mouth. Her chest ached somewhere at his appearance as he issued an expulsion order at once without even properly facing her.

As she was about to enter the building after listlessly finishing her cleaning, she noticed a group of people exiting the hall.

Only then did Flora recall Mary who had been excited about receiving a day off to go shopping recently. There would be a month-long festival in the square to celebrate the Emperor’s birth feast, or something.

As she was blankly watching them like that, someone tapped her shoulder.

“Flora, you should go along too.”

“Butler.”

When she turned around, it was Deverik. Flora shook her head with a faint smile.

“I won’t be much help even if I go.”

“There’s no need to particularly consider whether you’ll be helpful or not. Just spend the day enjoying yourself.”

Under the leisurely noonday sun, the old butler pushed up his glasses with his wrinkled hand.

Deverik was not one to talk this much. Flora was having the most conversation with him since coming here.

“It won’t be much fun even if I go.”

“If you don’t want to go, take the afternoon off.”

“The library cleaning still remains.”

“That doesn’t particularly need to be done today. Don’t push yourself too hard, and do what you want to do sometimes.”

Flora blinked at the butler’s words, who usually looked unfavorably on chatting during work hours.

“When your mind is troubled, doing enjoyable things helps.”

Deverik’s eyes softened.

With those final words, the butler walked away up the stairs with his hands behind his back. Since it seemed like he definitely knew something, Flora blankly watched his retreating figure for a moment.

Flora, who had only increased her workload on her own because maid life was boring and tedious, pondered the butler’s words.

What she wanted to do.

Flora took a step as if enchanted. When she untied her tightly bound hair tie and let it down, the soft wind swept through her fine hair with a gentle flutter.

Her destination was the training ground.