2.5

“Ah…! Hng!”  

The firm, heated length relentlessly stroked and pressed against her insides.  

The tingling sensation had transformed into a fiery heat spreading through her body. Delia couldn’t stop herself from moaning, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand in shock.  

This couldn’t be happening.  

She had never in her 21 years experienced anything like this feeling.  

“Do you like it that much?”  

Satisfied with her reaction, Kartan quickened his pace.  

He wanted to see her cry out in pleasure, overwhelmed by the sensation.  

An unfamiliar sense of domination surged within him like molten lava.  

Squish, squish—  

Kartan’s length moved in and out of her body more forcefully.  

The soft, snug walls clung to him tightly, making it impossible for him to hold back.  

His initial plan to take it slow and savor her had long since crumbled. It was impossible to stop now.  

“Hah…”  

“Ah, hah!”  

As his movements continued, more fluids gushed from Delia’s body.  

The large pillar inside her began to move with rough abandon, making it hard for her to think clearly.  

It was a dizzying sensation she had never felt before.  

“Hahh! Ah, ahh!”  

Each deep thrust seemed to press against a hidden spot inside her, sending jolts of pleasure through her entire body.  

It was strange. Though only one part of her was being stimulated, her whole body trembled and tingled.  

Every time he pushed in to the base, her mind went blank.  

When the tip of his length brushed against a certain spot inside, she couldn’t think at all.  

“Ahn, ah, hng!”  

Delia let out high-pitched cries, discovering for the first time that she could make such sounds.  

A sensation she had never learned or experienced before overwhelmed her body.  

Kartan, feeling the tight grip of her textured walls, let out a low, husky voice filled with pleasure.  

“Hah, your body… this isn’t fair.”  

It truly wasn’t fair. It felt impossibly good. Far beyond his expectations.  

“Hng! Hah, what—!”  

Each forceful thrust sent her ample chest bouncing, stealing his gaze.  

Unable to resist, he bent down to take her br*ast into his mouth again.  

There was no reason to hesitate or hold back. At this moment, her body was his.  

“Hng!”  

When he rolled the pink bud of her n*pple with his tongue, Delia let out a sharp cry of pleasure.  

As his tongue pressed firmly against the sensitive tip, she reacted as though she couldn’t handle the sensation.  

“Hah, ahh!”  

The place where their bodies joined grew even slicker. Delia’s fluids flowed endlessly, as if a faucet had been left open.  

“Ah, ahh!”  

Delia’s mind went blank.  

At this moment, nothing else mattered—not being first or second, not anything.  

Though their relationship had begun as a transaction, at this moment, they were united in the pursuit of shared pleasure.  

A growing desire arose within her: she wanted him to push harder and deeper.  

As her vision flickered white, Delia instinctively moved her hips.  

Each time his length filled her, she twisted her body to align with the spot inside her that craved his touch.  

And then, all at once, Delia felt an overwhelming sensation, as though a waterfall had burst within her.  

At the peak of pleasure, every cell in her body screamed with ecstasy.  

“Hahhh!!”

A loud, uncontrollable moan escaped. The cautious Delia, who had been so mindful of being overheard, was no longer there.  

The overwhelming pleasure, as if her brain was melting, left her unable to think.  

“Khuh!”  

At the peak of climax, as Delia’s inner walls tightened and convulsed around him, Kartan also released thick, sticky fluid into her.  

The remnants of his excitement surged into her body in waves.  

As if determined to empty every last drop inside her, Kartan moved a few more times, squeezing himself.  

Then, after a moment, he slowly pulled himself out.  

“Hah…”  

A low groan escaped Kartan’s lips, reverberating through the room.  

Her insides had been so hot that, despite the room’s warmth, the cool air against his exposed skin felt refreshing.  

He felt a pang of regret. He wanted to plunge back into that red, swollen entrance, now dripping with white fluid, right in front of him.  

It had only been a moment, yet his arousal was already returning, his manhood standing firm once more.  

‘Once isn’t enough.’  

He recalled the agreement of ten times. After all, he hadn’t specified that one climax equaled one time, so why shouldn’t he go again?  

Having come to this self-serving conclusion, Kartan grabbed Delia’s waist again as she panted heavily.  

“Hah, hah…”  

But Delia’s expression made it clear she hadn’t even considered the possibility of him going again.  

He wanted to see that face overwhelmed once more—shifting from surprise to discomfort, and then to pleasure.  

However—  

“Hah…”  

She looked utterly exhausted as she caught her breath.  

‘…Maybe I’ll stop here for today.’  

He didn’t want to push her now. She clearly believed it was over.  

Saving the revelation that “once” didn’t mean one climax for their next encounter wasn’t a bad idea.  

Kartan withdrew his hands from her body and stood up.  

Delia’s first experience, and her first payment, ended like this. She lay there, gasping for air, completely drained.  

‘She looks like she could fall asleep right here.’  

She wanted to sleep immediately, but this was Kartan’s room—not a place where she could close her eyes.  

‘I can’t believe I… with Kartan Roxen…’  

And she couldn’t believe that, just moments ago, she had been moaning uncontrollably beneath him.  

Her face flushed red in an instant.  

‘I need to get out of here… quickly.’  

The moment her rationality returned, Delia hurriedly began to gather her clothes. Kartan made her an unexpected offer.  

“Want to stay the night? Tomorrow’s a holiday anyway.”  

Stay the night? How could he say something so shameless?  

Delia couldn’t even look him in the face.  

Of course, she refused.  

Without a word, she shook her head.  

No matter how tired she was, Delia had no desire to remain in the same space as Kartan Roxen any longer.  

Wasn’t it strange enough to spend the entire night with someone she had shared such an intimate moment with, without any romantic feelings involved?  

Beyond that, Delia didn’t want to risk arousing suspicion from her roommate, Aisha.  

Given her usual habits, it wouldn’t be odd to claim she had spent the night studying at the library, but she didn’t feel like lying unnecessarily.  

“I’ll pass. I’m going back to my room. Just let me use your bathroom for a moment.”  

“Let me know if you change your mind after washing up.”  

Kartan’s eyes were filled with regret as he watched Delia rise from the bed and head to the bathroom.  

His gaze drifted downward, fixating on her trembling thighs.  

His seed was trickling down her delicate skin.  

The sight of his mark on her body reignited his arousal.  

The memory of the moment he had released himself inside her, the ecstasy of it, replayed in his mind, and his manhood rose sharply, pressing against his abdomen.  

He wanted nothing more than to lay her back on the bed and plant more of his seed.  

Click—  

As the bathroom door closed, Kartan, unable to hold back any longer, brought his hand to himself.  

This arousal wasn’t something that would subside with time.  

But barging into the bathroom now would earn him a glare filled with disgust.  

‘Not that I haven’t gotten plenty of those already.’  

“Hah…”  

As he ran his hand along the throbbing shaft, Kartan closed his eyes, recalling the softness of her skin.  

Though his rough hand was nothing like her tender flesh, the memory was vivid enough to suffice.  

The slickness of Delia’s fluids still lingering on him added to the sensation as his hand moved against himself.  

Squish, squish—  

The thought of Delia, n*ked and washing herself just beyond the wall, only heightened his excitement.  

Perhaps next time, he thought, he could explore her in the bathroom.  

As he moved faster and harder, the urge to release built up once again.  

“Kuh…”  

Though it wasn’t as electrifying as being inside her, the thick, white fluid that spilled into his hand was enough to ease his immediate tension.  

“Whew…”  

As Kartan caught his breath, he found the situation oddly amusing.  

His initial interest in Delia had been solely to spite his brother.  

But now, she was becoming increasingly endearing to him.  

It seemed life at the academy was about to become much more entertaining.  

‘I think I understand why my brother had his eye on her.’  

That thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.  

What if brother had been the one to claim Delia Acremen first?  

“Damn it.”  

The idea that his brother might have experienced what he just had made him curse aloud.  

‘That can’t happen.’  

This was the first time Kartan had encountered such excitement in his otherwise dull life.  

For that reason, Delia was his.  

Having beaten his brother to her, he had no intention of letting her go until she was completely his.  

Meanwhile, Delia, who had staggered into the shower on trembling legs, sank to the floor the moment she closed the door.  

‘This is insane.’  

She had done it.  

Her first experience, with Kartan Roxen. And for the sake of maintaining her top rank.  

It felt surreal, yet chaotic.  

‘Is this really okay?’  

Delia forced her shaky legs to stand and stepped under the warm water.  

Her body moved on instinct, washing itself, but her mind couldn’t escape the memories of what had just happened.  

To be honest…  

‘It wasn’t bad.’  

It had hurt at first, but not after a while.  

In fact, it had felt good.  

She hated to admit it, but her time with Kartan Roxen had been pleasurable.  

Her first org*sm had been far more intense and overwhelming than anything she had imagined.  

At some point, she had lost control of her body, surrendering to the sensations.  

If not for the initial pain, she might have described the experience as wholly enjoyable.  

But Delia refused to acknowledge it.  

No, she couldn’t let herself acknowledge it.  

‘Kartan Roxen is completely unhinged.’  

A perverted lunatic.  

Who knew what kind of insane demands he might make next?  

‘Still… maybe next time, it won’t hurt from the beginning.’  

“Gasp.”  

Realizing she had just entertained the thought of another encounter, Delia quickly covered her mouth.  

‘What am I thinking…!’