2.3

Tap. Tap. Tap.  

The sound of his brisk footsteps echoed through the hallway. Delia didn’t notice, but Kartan’s steps were slightly hurried compared to usual as he left the lecture hall.  

‘I want to strip her right now.’  

If he had kept Delia in front of him any longer, Kartan felt he wouldn’t have been able to restrain himself.  

The tight bulge in his pants was proof of everything.  

The urge to retract his earlier words and lay her down right there in the lecture hall surged within him.  

It was already nearing 7 p.m.  

In just two more hours, Delia Acremen, more desirable than anything else, would be laid before him.  

‘I can wait two hours for that moment.’  

***

In his single dormitory room, Kartan waited for Delia with a rather relaxed demeanor.  

Suppressing his earlier impulse to strip her in the lecture hall had granted him some composure.  

This time, it was a show of consideration. Based on his assumptions, she was inexperienced.  

The thought of her flustered expression when she first took him in…  

‘Ah, just imagining that face makes it harder to hold back.’  

The heat he had suppressed began to rise again. His arousal stirred once more.  

But soon, Delia Acremen would arrive to take him in again.  

That thought alone made the wait enjoyable.  

While taking her in the lecture hall earlier wouldn’t have been bad, it was likely her first time.  

Doing it in a cold, desolate lecture hall seemed far too crude.  

‘Then again, it’s absurd to speak of conscience after proposing such an immoral deal.’  

Regardless, while the thrill of the lecture hall was appealing, his room was far better suited for a long, leisurely experience.  

The lecture hall could always be reserved for something adventurous later.  

‘Of course, we might not even get to all ten times.’  

Kartan Roxen wasn’t one to stay interested in a single thing for long.  

He often found new things exciting, only to grow bored quickly.  

The thought crossed his mind that after spilling himself into Delia today, he might lose interest.  

Though the idea felt regrettable now, it was something he couldn’t control.  

What mattered was that he would have claimed Delia Acremen before anyone else, especially his brother.  

Knock, knock—  

A knock echoed at the door. It was about ten minutes before 9 p.m.  

‘She was late to the lecture hall, but this time…’  

This time, she had arrived ten minutes early. Her intentions were clear.  

‘I can see right through her.’  

She must be anxious, worried he might change his mind. His lips curled into a smirk.  

It was proof that she was entirely in his grasp.  

Standing in front of the door, Kartan didn’t open it immediately. Pretending ignorance, he asked,

“Who is it?”  

“…It’s me.”  

Delia’s response came quickly.  

A brief silence lingered between them, separated by just the door.  

Kartan couldn’t stop the smile that naturally crept onto his face, delaying him from opening the door immediately.  

Delia was likely feeling anxious behind the door.  

Though he couldn’t quite explain why, watching her predictable reactions was undeniably entertaining.  

Knock, knock.  

Unable to contain her uneasiness, Delia knocked once more.  

“It’s me, Delia.”  

Click.

Suppressing the smile on his lips, Kartan turned the doorknob with a composed expression.  

As the door opened, Delia’s tense face came into view, instantly capturing his attention.  

“Come in.”  

“What if someone saw me? Why didn’t you open the door right away?”  

Delia raised her voice as she quickly stepped into the room.  

Even though he was the one who had called her at this hour, he was truly insufferable.  

“Do you want to wash up?”  

Ignoring her words entirely, Kartan gestured toward the bathroom with an indifferent expression.  

Delia, unable to hide her irritation, responded curtly.  

“I already did.”  

The moment she entered the room, a fragrant scent wafted through the air, confirming her words.  

Coincidentally, Kartan had also just finished showering. He had spent most of the time under cold water, trying to calm his excitement at the thought of their first night together.  

He wondered what Delia had been thinking about while she washed. 

Was she nervous? Or perhaps… excited?  

“Did you prepare yourself mentally while you were washing up?”  

“W-what?”  

Delia couldn’t hide her flustered reaction to Kartan’s pointed question.  

Prepare herself mentally? She had, in fact. It was her first time, after all.  

‘Of course, I’d be nervous.’  

“What were you thinking about? Did you think of me while you were washing up?”  

Every word Kartan spoke was like a verbal bomb.  

How could he so shamelessly and casually say such embarrassing things?  

His question brought back memories of earlier, making Delia unconsciously recall her shower.  

‘To be honest, I did think about Kartan for a moment…’  

She had worried whether her body could handle his size, which seemed overwhelming even at a glance.  

But this was something she absolutely couldn’t admit.  

No, she wouldn’t say it.  

‘Who knows what he’d say if I did?’  

So, Delia snapped back sharply.  

“No? Why would I?”  

However, she couldn’t completely hide the tremor in her voice, and Kartan chuckled internally.  

Her reaction made it obvious that she had been thinking of him.  

‘I wonder what exactly she was imagining.’  

Though curious, her expression made it clear she had no intention of sharing.  

He hadn’t expected a positive response anyway, so this was more than enough to amuse him.  

“Well, it doesn’t matter. Let’s just get started without wasting time.”  

“F-fine.”  

Her voice trembled with nervousness as she perched on the edge of Kartan’s bed.  

For Delia, who had never imagined sitting or lying on a strange man’s bed, the situation was beyond unfamiliar.  

As she sat stiffly in an awkward posture, Kartan approached her with steady steps.  

When his hand reached for the thin outer garment she wore, she suddenly spoke.  

“W-wait a moment.”  

Delia stopped Kartan’s hand as he tried to undress her.  

‘What now? Is she saying she doesn’t want to go through with it after all?’  

For a brief moment, displeasure flickered across Kartan’s face.  

Even if she tried to back out now, he had no intention of letting her go. He was about to tell her that it was far too late to change her mind.  

“I’ll do it myself.”  

But the words that came out of Delia’s mouth were unexpected.  

‘What?’  

It was surprising. 

Was this her last shred of pride?  

Her effort to resist being completely controlled by him felt like the desperate final stand of a weak prey animal.  

‘Not bad.’  

Acknowledging her decision, Kartan withdrew his hand.  

Delia, trying to appear unaffected, slowly began to undress herself.  

It seemed, as Kartan had guessed, that this was her way of showing she wouldn’t completely surrender to him.  

When Delia was left wearing nothing but her undergarments, she paused, hesitating.  

It seemed she needed a bit more courage to remove even those.  

Unconsciously, she bit her lower lip out of habit.  

Seeing her pale, exposed skin, Kartan finally began to feel the reality of holding her in his arms.  

Once that last piece of clothing disappeared, there would be nothing standing between them anymore.  

‘I wouldn’t mind being the one to take off her undergarments.’  

There was something wasteful about her undressing herself completely.  

Kartan reached out towards Delia with that thought in mind, but her hesitation lasted only a moment.  

In the end, the undergarment covering her chest slipped to the floor.  

Her ample br*asts were revealed, their pink n*pples enticingly prominent.  

As Kartan’s gaze swept over Delia’s bare body, she turned her head in embarrassment and squeezed her eyes shut.  

This was the first time she had ever shown her n*ked body to a man.  

And to make matters worse, that man was Kartan, whom she considered her rival.  

It made her even more reluctant to open her eyes.  

“Ah.”  

Then, she suddenly realized she hadn’t yet removed the last piece of her undergarments.  

Delia’s trembling hands slowly moved toward her lower half.  

Though she was resolute, she couldn’t hide her embarrassment, and her actions were undeniably provocative.  

Kartan found it increasingly difficult to wait.  

“Enough.”  

Kartan, who had already discarded his shirt, climbed on top of her in an instant.  

At the same time, Delia was pushed back onto the bed by his strength.  

“Ahh!”  

A startled cry escaped her lips.  

But more overwhelming than the shock was the scent of him, which filled her senses.  

The man before her, the one who slept in this bed every night—his distinct scent was vivid and unmistakable.  

It felt as though an unidentifiable sensation was wrapping around her body.  

Just as she was beginning to sense a strange shift in the atmosphere, Kartan’s large, firm hand cupped her br*ast.  

“Hngh.”  

Her thoughts about his scent vanished instantly.  

He grasped both br*asts simultaneously, pressing them together. Kartan lowered his head and buried his face between them.  

“The final pleasure should be mine.”