3.

On a sunny morning, a fencing lesson was taking place in the spacious hall of a massive mansion.

The man dressed in black fencing attire handled the sword with practiced skill, while the woman in white fencing clothes diligently followed his movements like a beginner.

“That’s it, keep your arm more relaxed. And it’s important to maintain your balance with your feet shoulder-width apart.”

“Yes, I understand. But now that I’m actually moving, it’s harder than I thought.”

“Everyone feels that way at first. Don’t worry. With slow practice, you’ll get used to it soon.”

Dylan gently corrected Clara’s awkward movements. His kind voice and warm gaze were enough to ease her tension.

“Now, try receiving my attack. Focus on defense.”

Dylan began a light attack on Clara.

Clang, clang, clang-clang. The pointed fencing swords collided and separated repeatedly. Sharp cutting sounds filled the hall.

“Good, you’re doing well.”

Dylan continued his attack. Clara desperately tried to block. An attack that found a weakness grazed her fencing sword.

“Ah……!”

In that split second, Clara instinctively squeezed her eyes shut at the sharp tip extending toward her. Her steps tangled and her body wobbled. At this rate, she would fall.

“Are you alright?”

Dylan quickly caught Clara as she nearly lost her balance and fell.

“Ah, yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Clara, held in Dylan’s arms, smiled awkwardly.

“This is difficult. The sword tip is so sharp that I get scared when it comes straight at me.”

“It’s only your third time, being scared is natural.”

“I’ve learned from you three times already. I want to do better……”

Clara grumbled with disappointment.

“Seeing how you’re already blocking my attacks this well shows you have plenty of talent. If you keep practicing, you’ll definitely improve.”

Clara smiled broadly at Dylan’s encouragement. He was a good teacher. He never got angry and explained everything carefully and thoroughly. To think she had mistaken such a person for a lazy spendthrift who just wasted time and money.

“Dylan, you weren’t going easy on me, were you?”

“Perhaps I should have.”

“Next time, I’ll definitely succeed in defending.”

Clara winked one eye. When her slightly upturned, haughty eyes folded into rounds, her expression changed completely in an instant. Dylan suddenly held his breath.

“……Clara.”

Dylan muttered in a husky voice. His prominent Adam’s apple moved up and down.

“Would you like to shower? You seem to have sweated a lot.”

Clara now knew better than anyone that those words were an aggressive signal.

⁕⁕⁕

Clara and Dylan had developed into a relationship where they intertwined their bodies at the riding grounds, in rooms at the Count’s mansion, or throughout his estate. They had grown close enough to shower together after sweating from fencing. And all this despite only two months having passed since their encounter in the greenhouse.

“Mmph……”

His moans were quite pleasant to hear.

Clara looked down at Dylan and traced his chest with her fingertips. His muscular build always looked like a masterpiece crafted by a renowned sculptor.

“When are you going to do it?”

Dylan spoke with the leisurely look gone from his face.

“Is it difficult?”

Clara was straddling Dylan n*ked. Pressing her br*asts and stomach against his body, she repeatedly lowered and raised her hips over his er*ect c*ck. Only the blunt tip of his flesh touched her wet opening before pulling away.

“I told you I’ve been holding back since before we showered.”

His tone revealed impatience and dissatisfaction. Clara smiled seductively and shook her head slightly.

“I don’t want my eyes to be swollen tomorrow.”

Since tears always streamed down her face during s*x, the evidence was all too visible after spending the night with him. Nevertheless, she was entangling her body with his again simply because, honestly, she enjoyed having s*x with him.

Clara placed both hands beside Dylan’s face.

“I told you I like those eyes.”

A hot hand stroked down her spine.

Ah, that feels good. Clara closed her eyes, feeling Dylan’s touch on her bare skin. While the thrilling sensation of penetration was pleasant, rolling around in bed with him n*ked was also enjoyable.

“Only you think that. I look like a frog.”

Clara narrowed her eyes and complained.

“Besides, do you know how uncomfortable it is when your eyes swell? Until the swelling goes down, my eyes feel heavy…… Ah!”

The hand that had stealthily moved downward firmly grabbed her firm b*ttocks. He pulled Clara’s body down and aligned her split with his er*ect p*nis. With a squelch, squelch sound, the gl*ns slipped between her l*bia.

“Haah, you want it too, Clara……”

The easy entry clearly demonstrated how often they had joined their intimate parts.

“You’re soaking wet inside. It feels like you’re melting.”

Dylan let out a suppressed moan as he grabbed her b*ttocks with both hands and kneaded them vigorously as if lifting her. Clara’s prone body moved up and down with his hands.

“Ah, mmph, nngh, I said, I hate, crying……”

“You never said you didn’t want s*x.”

Clara’s cheeks flushed red as Dylan hit the mark.

“Try to hold back your tears.”

He was asking for the impossible. Clara sighed softly and began gently rocking her hips to match his movements, knowing full well that once they started like this, there was no stopping.

“I like that look in your eyes.”

“Hah, what, kind of look?”

Clara met his gaze while moving her hips. The rigid, thick column was stirring her insides vigorously.

“The look of someone honest about their desire.”

Dylan kneaded her swaying br*asts from below. The bouncing white mounds were obscured by the back of his hand with its dark blue veins showing through.

“You seem, quite composed.”

While I’m so desperate. Clara moved her hands that had been resting on his thick chest upward. She gripped his thick neck where his Adam’s apple protruded and bounced her hips wildly.

She wanted to be pounded until she was completely wrecked, to put it crudely. The first time with him, just being penetrated had been overwhelming, but not anymore. She had learned to enjoy it.

“Mmph.”

Clara pressed her lips against Dylan’s thick ones. The hot breath between his soft lips felt familiar. Her tongue intertwined with his like their bodies below.

She surrendered herself to the flow, like when riding a horse at full gallop. Her thoroughly wet opening effortlessly took in Dylan’s c*ck and released it.

The sound of their bodies colliding forcefully created slapping noises at their point of connection.

“Nngh…… mmph, hic, ugh, ahhn, ah, hnn……!”

When Dylan thrust upward from below at the same time, their kiss broke from the recoil. Clara’s trembling eyes grew moist. Fresh beads of sweat rolled down her body that had just been thoroughly washed.

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies undulating roughly, the vulgar, obscene friction noises, and voices filled with pleasure.

“Mmph, it’s, good, ha, hah, just, a little, more, ahh……!”

Clara clutched Dylan’s neck as if strangling him and threw her head back. The thick column thrusting deep inside her, plunge after plunge, scraped against her vaginal walls. The pleasure blooming intensely enough to make her body tremble rose sharply.

“Ha, ugh, mmph, haah, ngh, ah, more, ahhn!”

Dylan thrust powerfully from below. His deeply embedded c*ck stirred around inside her walls with her hip movements.

“Ahh!”

Suddenly, Clara’s body, which had been moving fluidly, tensed up completely. Secretions flowed from between their deeply joined parts. Her body went limp as if all strength had left her. Tears streamed down her face, which was thrown back with eyes closed.

“Haah, haah……”

Dylan gently kneaded her chest, which heaved as she caught her breath. Clara placed her hands over his.

“Did you finish too, Dylan?”

Clara looked down at Dylan with teary eyes. He gave a slightly apologetic smile.

No matter how much contraceptive tea she drank, they had agreed to only finish inside under mutual consent, just to be safe.

“It’s okay, these things happen sometimes……”

Clara glanced down. She could see fluid covering his firm, flat, muscular stomach. It was a mixture of her own fluids and Dylan’s s*men.

Somehow, while she had grown accustomed to showing her n*ked body, she still felt embarrassed after s*x.

“Was it…… good for you?”

Dylan examined her small face, still not completely recovered from excitement, before answering.

“It was good. Good enough that I wouldn’t mind dying right now.”

“You really are such a playboy.”

Clara laughed like a child, her body shaking. Her br*asts, marked with bite marks and reddened, bounced along.

“A playboy? That’s unfair.”

“Just take it as a compliment that you’re good.”

Dylan’s furrowed brow smoothed out as if it had never been creased.

“Still, don’t die. Many people would be sad.”

“Would you be sad too?”

Dylan caressed the line running from Clara’s waist to her b*ttocks.

“Of course. Even though…… we’re not engaged yet, I would be sad.”

She hadn’t yet proposed engagement to Dylan, despite becoming intimate enough to share their bodies like this.

Clara still didn’t know much about the man called Dylan. Of course, she knew much more than at first, but something still bothered her.

“How exactly do you see me, Dylan? I know you have some feelings for me.”

Clara deliberately added the last part to prevent the conversation from extending to the topic of engagement.

“You want to know how I see you?”

“Well, I’ll listen.”

Dylan burst out laughing at her prim response.

“Lovely, affectionate, warmer than you appear on the outside, but……”

Dylan brushed Clara’s sweat-dampened hair with his fingertips.

As the luxurious blonde hair was tidied, her still-flushed cheeks were revealed. He caressed her soft, plump cheeks with a somewhat melancholic smile.