He had kept his distance from his first love, disparaging those who could ride horses but were shorter, poorer, and less attractive than himself, while secretly feeling relieved that Clara showed no interest in men.

And when Clara didn’t come to Willingham Riding Grounds for the first time, Dylan floundered in self-loathing. Why? Why isn’t she coming? Is she sick somewhere? He was anxious and restless.

Then the conversation Clara had with her friend yesterday flashed through his mind.

Dylan groomed himself as best he could and headed straight to a gathering of unmarried nobles. The moment he saw Clara standing with another man there, he was devastated.

Just as when he was trapped in his trauma about horses, his heart ached so much that he couldn’t do anything. His first love, his puppy love, was still ongoing.

The next day, seeing Clara riding as usual, Dylan suddenly wondered what if all this was the last time? What if another man rode horses alongside her? What if she gave her bright smile to someone else?

It seemed like his heart would really suffer then. So he decided to at least speak to her. He had intended to approach her even as the owner of the riding grounds, offering conveniences he could provide, but when he saw Clara’s nape and back exposed between the folds of her dress, he acted impulsively.

“May I help you?”

Even without her consent, he rudely buttoned up Clara’s dress. Though he knew she was flustered, when he faced Clara up close, a gloomy l*st suddenly emerged. Even their brief, insignificant conversation further fueled his long-held yearning. Dylan instinctively blurted out the wish he had been harboring.

“I’d like an interview.”

“An interview?”

“Aren’t you looking for a fiancé?”

Losing his reason after being tempted by the kiss and warmth that began with his impulsive action, Dylan couldn’t control himself.

“Are you good at riding?”

So when Clara asked her surprise question, he impulsively told a lie.

“Yes, I ride well.”

Telling himself he wanted to please her even if it meant lying, that this was his only wish, Dylan shared his first times with Clara.

⁕⁕⁕

Clara could clearly feel the trembling from the hand holding her foot. She stared silently at Dylan, who had his eyes closed as if making a confession.

“It might be childish and boring.”

Dylan slowly opened his eyes.

“But there’s not a single lie in it.”

His fully revealed gray eyes had a calm light.

In that moment, Clara realized.

Ah, this person has been honest from the beginning.

Among his many honest moments, there was only one lie. And that was to impress her. To fulfill one of the conditions of her ideal type that she had listed.

From a corner of her heart, an emotion that couldn’t easily be defined suddenly surged. If she had to define it, it was close to joy.

“Horseback riding is important to you, so a man who can’t do it with you wouldn’t pass the interview, right?”

Dylan showed a self-deprecating smile. Clara felt a corresponding ache in her chest.

“If you experienced such an accident, it’s natural to be afraid.”

She returned the exact words he had once said when teaching her fencing. Clara overlapped her hand with Dylan’s.

“Thank you for comforting me.”

Once again, a quick thank you. This man was like that. Someone who knew how to be grateful, how to be sorry. Someone who could calmly acknowledge his mistakes.

“Though I’m upset about the lie.”

Clara moved her upper body closer to Dylan. She could hear his deeply tense breathing.

“But since it made me consider getting to know Dylan, I’ll let it slide.”

Dylan’s eyes widened.

“Clara, does that mean—”

Dylan’s lips twitched greatly.

“So, don’t tell lies like that anymore from now on.”

Clara yanked his shirt forcefully. Their lips locked together. She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck. His hands embraced her back in response, their tongues entwining wetly. Ah, her frozen heart melted into mush. To think his words about liking her for a long time were true. Not just one or two years, but over five years. The reason and beginning of his lie stemmed from long-term pure love…… Truly, how lovable.

“Haa…… Dylan.”

Clara, resting her forehead against Dylan’s while catching her breath, suddenly called his name.

“Don’t be jealous of Nyx. No matter how much I love horses, I don’t kiss them.”

“Of course, a peck and a kiss are different.”

“Yes, they’re different. Kisses are done out of love.”

“Yes, out of love…… Wait, what?”

Dylan asked back with a dumbfounded expression.

“I love you. I think I’ve fallen in love with you too.”

Clara smiled brightly as she held Dylan’s cheeks with both hands and planted a loud kiss on his lips.

“……Really.”

Dylan pulled Clara’s waist firmly. The distance between the two, sitting face to face, grew even closer.

“You make me want to make you cry.”

It was a conversation only the two of them understood.

“Today, I want to cry my eyes out too.”

At Clara’s response, Dylan’s face lit up with a radiant smile.

⁕⁕⁕

The changing room was heated with sweltering passion.

The spacious sofa made dull thuds as it shifted under powerful thr*sts. The thick carpet laid on the floor absorbed most of the noise.

But it couldn’t absorb the *rotic sounds of the act unfolding on the sofa.

“Ha, hng, ah, ugh, haah……!”

Like animals mating, Dylan clung to Clara from behind. He thr*st his c*ck while fully savoring the curves of her prone body.

With each movement of his hips, her br*asts hanging down swayed heavily. Her fair chest bore red teeth marks, and her bright pink n*pples moved while caught between his fingers.

Between her full buttocks, which seemed heavy compared to her slender waist, his *rect c*ck moved in and out. Dylan watched with gleaming eyes as his monstrous c*ck disappeared between her red flesh.

His jawline, which had become even more chiseled after two weeks of emotional distress, tensed up.

“Haa……”

The visual stimulation was tremendous. Dylan groaned while firmly gripping Clara’s buttocks hard enough to leave red handprints. The thoroughly wet inner flesh wrapped around his entire c*ck as if squeezing it.

Pleasure surging up his spine repeatedly struck the back of his head. Partly because this was *ntercourse with the woman he had been secretly in love with, but this time was different. Clara had previously said she disliked doing it from behind. But this time, she asked if he wanted to do it from behind first and even got on all fours.

“Hng, ah, haa, ngh, th-there……!”

“Does this, ngh, feel good?”

Dylan focused on attacking the area where the folds concentrated inside her walls. Though he wanted to mindlessly keep thrusting, he barely maintained his sanity and controlled his pace. To enjoy their sweet lovemaking longer, he had to overcome the dazzling burning sensation.

“Ngh, mmh, ha, ahh, hm, uh, angh, haah!”

Her mind was hazy. Clara continuously moaned at the thrusting movements from behind. She had previously refused doggy style because it resembled animals mating, but now she regretted why she had done so as it felt so good.

Dylan’s lower body rubbed against the underside of her buttocks and the back of her thighs as he split her entrance in one go. The heavy t*sticles striking her p*ssy brought another pleasure. Is this what sharing hearts meant? Wave after wave of supreme pleasure washed over her, too many times to count.

“Ha, go…… good, hng!”

Clara instinctively arched her back and shook her hips. Squelch, squelch, splash. Her hole, soaking wet with love juices, cried out with each back-and-forth movement of his c*ck.

As the intervals between the *rotic friction sounds gradually shortened, Dylan lowered his upper body. He pressed close against Clara’s body as if to crush her and shook his hips roughly—thud, thud, thud. Not content with just thrusting upward, he also sank his teeth into her white nape.

Ahh! A cry burst from below, unclear whether it was a scream of pain or a m*an of ecstasy. Simultaneously, her vaginal walls, which had tightened considerably, clenched his shaft firmly.

“Ah, ahh, hng, ahng……!”

Clara moaned as if sobbing, throwing her head back. Dylan licked the tears that emerged from her extreme cl*max and excessive stimulation.

“Hm, haah……”

Clara sobbed as she felt the lingering sensations of pleasure spreading throughout her body. Following that, Dylan, who had *jaculated inside her hot flesh, scattered kisses across Clara’s back.