Clara stared at Dylan’s radiant smile as if entranced before finally coming to her senses.

She had never given him permission to call her by name, nor had she agreed to kissing or having s*x.

Clara’s eyes hardened. Even though more nobles these days were secretly getting physical before marriage, this approach seemed a bit much.

“What kind of rudeness is this?”

“I apologize.”

Dylan apologized so plainly that it was almost deflating. Clara was speechless and covered her lips that had been so vigorously sucked just moments ago.

“Move aside.”

Clara tried to walk past Dylan. But she felt a gentle tug on her hand. The careful touch was different from the earlier kiss, yet still excessively hot.

Her lower abdomen felt tingly again. Something was strange with her body. Could it really be that her body was changing, just like the ridiculous fortune Olivia had told her about?

“Don’t I resemble Nyx?”

Clara was at a loss for words at that question.

What is this man saying? Nyx was the name of her beloved horse.

“My hair is black, and this part seems similar too. Isn’t this the kind of fiancé you wanted?”

Despite his shyness, Dylan spoke clearly and deliberately.

“Were you eavesdropping?”

“Not eavesdropping—I just happened to hear.”

Perhaps she and Olivia had been speaking too loudly at the time. Clara continued glaring at him without relaxing her gaze.

“Even so, you can’t just do this out of nowhere. Engagement isn’t something simple……”

“That’s precisely why. Because engagement isn’t simple, I was feeling impatient.”

Dylan carefully pressed his lips to Clara’s hand that he was holding, his eyes fixed on hers.

“The truth is, I’ve had feelings for you for a long time.”

His unwavering eyes seemed sincere. Or at least, they appeared that way.

Ah, Clara let out a gasp at the confession that came without warning, just like their first kiss. Her heart fluttered with a strange sensation.

“When I saw you with another man yesterday…… I felt even more troubled and thought I should do something.”

He lacked the arrogance and coldness that nobles typically possessed. There was only an excessive frankness that bordered on discomfort. And that blatant honesty was directed entirely at her.

“……Is that why you were staring at me like that?”

“So you knew.”

“Wouldn’t it be stranger not to notice such a gaze?”

“Then you must understand now as well.”

“Pardon?”

“That I want to ravish you right now.”

Dylan raised the corner of his mouth as he gazed at Clara’s wavering eyes.

What lurked in that gloomy gaze was indeed l*st. A lewd sincerity that made even the surrounding air feel heavy. Despite it being a passionate desire that was neither gentle nor sweet, she felt drawn to his confession that was frank to the point of vulgarity.

Clara couldn’t continue speaking, but for some reason, she wanted to act on her feelings. It was because the sensation was so distinctly different from when she conversed with George.

George had repeatedly shifted his gaze elsewhere during their conversation. What made their conversation uncomfortable wasn’t the location but his attitude.

He was more conscious of their surroundings than focused on their private conversation. His excessively loud laughter seemed artificial, as if designed to attract attention rather than expressing genuine enjoyment.

Dylan, however, was focused solely on her without any such pretense. Of course, it could be because they were alone. But judging from how he had steadily watched her at the social gathering and every time at the riding grounds, he truly behaved as if she were the only person in the world.

That aspect evoked peculiar emotions in her, though it was somewhat burdensome. Despite having only spoken with him today for the first time, this man was treating her as if she were his everything.

As if he were facing the golden goddess of freedom that people embarrassingly called her. While others might call her that, they didn’t treat her that way…… Truly, in front of him right now, she felt like an extraordinary person.

“Please allow me. I’ll be a satisfactory fiancé for you.”

At his earnest plea, Clara swallowed hard again.

All she knew about the man before her was that he had been staring at her intently for over two months, that he was the second son of Count Berkshire, and that he was the new owner of this riding ground.

One more thing was certain—for reasons she couldn’t understand, she was sexually attracted to this man.

“We only spoke for the first time today.”

“And we also kissed.”

“That was—”

Clara let out a shallow sigh. Wasn’t that something he suddenly did?

“No one resembles Nyx more than I do.”

Clara couldn’t help but laugh when he mentioned her beloved horse again.

“Do you think that’s persuasive right now?”

“At least it brought a smile to your face, didn’t it?”

For someone who couldn’t even approach her until now, that was quite a flirtatious remark.

He claimed it was his first kiss earlier, yet he kissed so well it left her breathless. The moist sensation of his lips remained vivid even after they parted.

Clara spoke with a prim expression. She was curious just how far this man intended to go.

“I’ll give you one more chance to convince me.”

“Thank you.”

Dylan smiled and immediately brought his face closer. Clara blocked his lips with her free hand.

“But agreeing to one more kiss doesn’t mean I’m accepting your proposal.”

“I understand.”

“……Well, that is……”

Clara’s words trailed off, feeling somewhat foolish for offering her lips without agreeing to the engagement.

Still, the kiss wasn’t bad. While she was reluctant to give her future to someone she wasn’t certain about, right now she wanted to satisfy her impulse.

“It’s an interview. The interview I’ve been desperately wanting.”

Dylan perceptively created an escape route for Clara.

“Yes. An interview, just an interview.”

“Understood.”

Dylan whispered softly before capturing Clara’s lips. Another passionate kiss followed.

Between their locked lips, heated breaths escaped. Clara accepted the soft tongue that invaded her mouth. Though she had only opened her body, not her heart, it was incomparably more intoxicating than the previous kiss. The way his tongue wrapped around hers and thoroughly explored her mouth enveloped her in a sensual mood.

So this is what it’s like. Doing this in the changing area of the riding grounds, where they thought no one was around.

“W-wait… mmh, ah…”

Lying on the sofa, Clara trembled slightly. The buttons he had fastened were now being undone again. Despite hearing her protest, Dylan didn’t stop.

Like someone completely absorbed in something, he pressed his lips against Clara’s lips, cheeks, eyelids, and collarbone.

“Ah!”

All the buttons were undone before she knew it. Only the thin slip dress worn under her dress was covering her br*asts. The problem was that she hadn’t worn a bra, thinking she’d be going home soon, and the slip dress was semi-transparent.

Dylan’s breath faltered for a moment. Clara covered her practically exposed br*asts with her hands.

“I’ve already seen everything. And I plan to remember it for a long time.”

Dylan whispered, slightly raising the corner of his mouth.

“I also plan to see more. Taste them too…… and touch them to my heart’s content. Is that not allowed?”

He warned and announced as he removed his jacket. The contours of his muscles were clearly visible through his silk shirt.

Onyx-black hair, dark eyebrows, sharp facial features, thick chest, and well-defined muscles that seemed to pulse and writhe. This wasn’t a body built overnight. He looked like he would be good at horseback riding too. Clara unconsciously swallowed hard.

“Are you good at riding?”

Dylan’s movements halted at Clara’s sudden question as he was removing his shirt.

But it was only for a moment; he soon completely removed his shirt. The bluish moonlight created shadows on his muscular body.

“Yes, I am.”

Dylan answered while trapping Clara between his arms.

His gaze, clouded with intense desire, descended upon her. Clara couldn’t move, as if bound by a snare. From the beginning, he had been looking at her with these eyes every time.

Thump, thump. Her heart beat rapidly.

“May I touch you?”

Dylan nodded. He seemed embarrassed as he slightly averted his gaze. Clara carefully placed her hand on his chest.

She could feel his rapid pulse through his firm skin. He was clearly nervous too. The intimidation she had felt from Dylan when he looked at her as if he would devour her diminished.

“Ah!”

Just then, her slip dress was pulled down. Her full br*asts bounced up. Dylan freely toyed with the soft, plump br*asts now exposed without their covering. He flicked the er*ect tips with his nails, twisted them, and rubbed them between his fingers. Her teardrop-shaped br*asts were pressed into strange shapes under his touch.

“Ha, mmh, ah……”

Hearing Clara’s soft moans, the heat in Dylan’s ash-gray eyes intensified.

“May I suck on them?”

This time, Clara’s face turned bright red. The desperation emanating from the man quickly bridged the still awkward gap between them. Enough to make Clara let down her guard for a moment.

“Yes, well…… it’s an interview after all—ahh!”

Dylan’s lips descended directly onto the snow-white mounds. He pressed down firmly like stamping a seal, then moved his lips across both br*asts. The places his lips touched burned as if branded by fire.

But that was just the beginning; next, he slid his tongue across her skin. He swallowed the pink n*pple and sucked it with audible sounds.

“Ah, ahh, th-that, no…!”

Clara felt a slight dizziness. The stimulation from her br*asts sent shivers down her spine. This sensation was entirely new to her.

Her waist lifted involuntarily, pressing her body against Dylan’s hard form. Her hands were already embracing his head.

Why does it feel so good? I barely know anything about this person, and yet……

“What’s wrong?”

Dylan raised his head when Clara’s movements stopped. His thin but full lips were glistening.

……So er*tic. Clara felt heat rushing to her cheeks again.