1.4

Pavel let out a long sigh. By now, the hardness in his pants had reached its peak. His entire body burned with unbearable heat, and his breaths carried a fiery intensity.

Is this what she likes? Larisa?

Pavel wanted to grab her wandering hands and stop her, yet at the same time, he longed for her to touch him more. Not just his chest and stomach, but lower… much lower…

Startled by his own thoughts, Pavel bit down on his lip. 

How could I think such shameless things?

But when Larisa’s hand brushed near his navel and lower, his mind went completely blank.

“Ah…!”

“Pavel.”

“…Yes.”

“Undo your belt.”

Quickly. 

Her soft, coaxing words made Pavel’s trembling hands move to unbuckle his belt. 

There you go, good boy. 

Her praise made him feel as though he had accomplished something significant. She then went further, undoing the waistband of his trousers entirely. His underwear, now exposed, was stained with evidence of his arousal.

If dying of embarrassment were possible, Pavel felt he could die right then and there. His voice trembled as he pleaded.

“Larisa, please, stop… no more…”

“But I’m not done admiring you yet.”

A sulky voice erupted from behind him. Larisa, who had been running her hands over Pavel’s back, suddenly sprang to her feet and moved to sit in front of him. With a pouty expression, she asked, 

“Didn’t you say you’d be okay with anything?”

“But… it’s just too embarrassing.”

“We’re lovers. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

Lovers…

That word made Pavel’s breath catch in his throat.

So, we’re the kind of people who can be tied together by that word.

While he was overwhelmed and at a loss for words, Larisa’s hands moved fluidly, pulling down Pavel’s trousers. In an instant, he was left reclining on the sofa, wearing nothing but his briefs. Larisa looked down at him with a satisfied smile.

So obedient.

Larisa liked how Pavel listened to her. Yet, as always, a mischievous streak bubbled within her. 

How far will this man go to meet my demands?

Other men all had their limits. The commonality, however, was that every single one of them eventually refused something she asked for. Whether it was her whims or her mischief, no one had ever accepted everything.

Even though they said they loved her, even though they claimed to adore her, they wouldn’t accept everything.

This made Larisa curious of how far would Pavel go. This innocent man, inexperienced with women, who blushed and looked as though he might cry just because she had undressed him a little—how far would he go to follow her words?

Larisa positioned herself between Pavel’s legs and gently ran her hands up his thighs. Her touch, which almost reached his groin, slowly caressed the inner side of his thighs.

Every time her hand moved, the large object hidden beneath his underwear twitched visibly. Pavel, as if trying to hide his face, which looked like he might cry at any moment, covered his eyes with his hands and turned his head to the side.

“Pavel, do you know? Your leg muscles twitch every time I touch them. And they’re so firm. I heard you train all day—is that true?”

“Y-yes. Nearly every day, without fail… Hah, Larisa, please, just… stop…”

“You worked hard as a child, and now you’re just as diligent as an adult.”

Pavel’s body bore scars, likely from training and battles. Yet, even those marks seemed to adorn him, adding to his beauty.

She wanted to leave her mark there. Perhaps on his chest, or maybe on the inside of his thigh, carving her name would be satisfying. Larisa felt a surge of possessiveness rising within her.

He was a man she had only known intimately for a single day. And yet, Pavel uniquely provoked her sense of ownership.

Perhaps it was because he was Pavel. From childhood, he had always held a slightly different meaning to her compared to others. Besides, wasn’t he a “monastic knight”? For such a man to be so helplessly aroused by her, it was impossible not to find it amusing.

“Pavel.”

When she called his name in a low voice, Pavel removed his hands and looked at her. His reddened eyes, moist with tears, made him look as though he had been crying.

Should I stop teasing him so much from the start? 

She gripped his thighs firmly with both hands, her nails digging in slightly. Watching Pavel frown in response brought Larisa a strange sense of joy.

“Stand up.”

Following her command, Pavel rose to his feet. Larisa leaned up slightly and placed a light kiss on his lips. The soft sound of the kiss made Pavel’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Well done.”

“…Yes, Larisa.”

“Now, shall we head out?”

At Larisa’s sudden words, Pavel’s reddened face turned pale. With a flustered expression, he asked, 

“R-right now?”

“We can’t just have our ‘first date’ at home, can we? Hurry up and get dressed.”

At her words, Pavel hurriedly grabbed his pants and put them on. It was clear that the bulge in his trousers, still stiff, was pushing up the fabric. However, Larisa merely sat calmly, retying the ribbon on her chest, showing no intention of “helping” him in any way.

Pavel felt a shallow ache pulling at his lower abdomen, as though he could hardly breathe. There was no way he could go outside like this. The evidence was too obvious—proof that he had become an animal in heat. While buttoning up his shirt, Pavel finally mustered the courage to ask, 

“L-Larisa. I need a moment…”

“Hmm, you want me to wait? How long?”

He could feel her eyes blatantly scanning his lower body. He thought there was no way she didn’t know, but Pavel still felt embarrassed by her gaze. With his face flushed red, he said, 

“Just a moment. It won’t take long.”

“Alright. About the time it takes to have a cup of tea, I suppose.”

With that, Larisa kindly pointed out where the bathroom was. As Pavel disappeared with a deeply embarrassed expression, she couldn’t help but burst into soft laughter.

Somehow, she had a feeling that Pavel would bring her a lot of joy.

When Pavel returned after “putting out the fire,” his face was slightly pale, but Larisa pretended not to notice. Together, they went to the city center. They spent the day like an ordinary couple on a date—browsing shops, drinking tea, and enjoying a lovely dinner at a fine restaurant.

Larisa behaved so gracefully and kindly, like a proper lady, that it was hard to believe the lewd acts that had occurred in her home earlier had actually happened. Pavel even briefly wondered if he had dreamed it all.

But it was no dream. He couldn’t call it a dream when he vividly remembered the moment in Larisa’s bathroom, gripping himself tightly and shaking madly to release his pent-up desire.

Night fell, and the carriage carrying the two of them stopped in front of Larisa’s townhouse. Before stepping out, Larisa gave Pavel a warning.

“Next time, I’ll come visit you.”

“Yes, but please let me know in advance…”

“It’s no fun if I tell you beforehand, is it?”

With a playful laugh, Larisa grabbed Pavel by the collar and pulled him toward her.

Their lips met. Larisa’s tongue naturally slipped into his mouth, wrapping around his hesitant tongue and pulling it along. Her eyes curved beautifully as she smiled. Tilting her head slightly to the right, their breaths mingled even deeper. Pavel obediently followed her lead, closing his eyes.

Pavel’s hand cautiously supported the back of Larisa’s neck. She let out a soft laugh through her nose. Sucking gently on his tongue and lower lip with audible sounds, she gave him one last light kiss before pulling away.

Larisa’s lips, glistening with saliva, looked so enticing that Pavel found himself wanting to taste them again. But Larisa leaned back, creating distance.

“It’s time for me to go now.”

Pavel nodded and opened the carriage door, helping Larisa down so she could disembark comfortably. Without hesitation, Larisa waved her hand and entered her townhouse. Pavel stood in front of the closed door for a long time, as if he could still see her beyond it.

The carriage quietly departed from the scene.