Clara still found the pressure filling her stomach burdensome, but unlike before, she felt a strange sensation blooming as his c*ck moved. Between the tingling dull pain, a peculiar heat rose with every friction.

Another strange thing was that her eyes kept burning even though she wasn’t sad or scared.

“It will start feeling good.”

Dylan smiled, fully revealing his impure gaze. This man did as he pleased. She was the one who had fallen for his words.

Clara let out a moan like a sigh at the column that slowly dug into and rubbed inside her body. It was more bearable than before, but the intensity of the sensation had increased. Now it was overwhelming in a different way. A dizzying sensation swept down her spine.

“S-slowly, please, haah!”

“……If I go any slower than this, I might explode. Wouldn’t that make you sad too?”

A blatant lie—it seemed like he was the only one struggling. Clara dug her nails into Dylan’s forearm, who kept smiling throughout.

She bit her lip and moved her body little by little, trying to adapt to his thrusting. Like horseback riding, keeping her body stiff would only make things harder for herself. Breathing and rhythm were important.

Once she realized this, the stimulation that had felt so intense changed slightly. Sometimes dull, sometimes sharp. Her breathing returned to normal. The point of connection also felt like it fit together more smoothly. Unfamiliar sensations rushed in, shaking her body.

Her feeble resistance crumbled just like that.

“Well done. Kuh, just hold on a little more like that. It feels so good I could die.”

An unexpected compliment flew her way. Bewilderment appeared plainly on Clara’s face. Dylan let out a low laugh and thrust his hips faster than before. It was clearly a mischievous action.

Just when she had adapted, he increased the speed of his f*cking, making Clara’s body shake with Dylan’s movements again. As he pounded hard enough to make slapping sounds, her full br*asts bounced up and down. Dylan moved his hips without taking his eyes off Clara, who was sobbing with her mouth open and her gaze completely clouded.

Thrust, thrust, thrust. He dug deep into the female body, putting his weight into it. The thick column repeatedly slid in and out. Clara’s thighs trembled at the overwhelming size of his manhood.

“Hah, ah, s-slowly, hng, ah-ah, haah…!”

Tears streamed down her face. The pleasure outweighed the pain. She couldn’t understand why tears were flowing. As if her upper and lower body were connected, the more intense the stimulation became, the more tears flowed. When his cockhead scraped against her inner walls, her eyes would dampen, and when Dylan thrust all the way to the base, teardrops would fall. Clara’s eyes were becoming a mess of tears.

What a strange situation this was. She wondered if others experienced this too, but her mind quickly clouded with ecstasy.

“Ha, Clara, when you… cry so… adorably, what am I supposed to do?”

Dylan gazed at Clara’s tear-moistened eyes as if savoring them. Squelch, squelch—every time he withdrew just the tip before inserting fully, transparent teardrops rolled down Clara’s temples.

“…Shut up, hah!”

Once again, his thick c*ck entered deeper than ever before. Clara instinctively pulled her hips back. Their connected g*nitals nearly separated, but his hands grabbed her waist and joined them together firmly again.

“Well, you’re being noisy too, but I… like… everything. Please cry more for me.”

Is he insane? His words broke apart as he thrust into her body, yet he still managed to express his opinion.

Clara glared at Dylan, but her expression quickly crumbled. The pleasure blooming inside her body kept distorting her face into a mess. She didn’t want to show such an expression, but just like her body swaying to his will, she couldn’t control it.

“Haah, ngh, ah, ngh, hng, ngh, please…, ah…!”

At this rate, she might be the one to burst. Clara dug her nails into Dylan’s forearm as he continued pushing into her. His forearm, made of solid muscle, was difficult to scratch, so she freely used her nails. That seemed to be the only way she could endure his persistent thrusting that kept hitting close to her cervix.

“Is it that… difficult for you?”

Dylan, who had been pounding his hips, slowed his pace again. Rather than accommodating her request, it seemed more like he wanted to prolong this pleasure. His slower thrusts now carried even more force than before.

“Hah!”

With a thrust upward, Clara’s body trembled finely. Her pale br*asts, marked with teeth marks, bounced.

“Hoo….. Clara’s insides… grip mine… so well.”

Dylan kneaded Clara’s large br*asts with both hands. Twisting her er*ect n*pples, he thrust his hips deeply once more.

“It’s not gripping…! You’re just putting that huge thing in, so of course…!”

“Haha, thank you for the compliment.”

Dylan smiled mischievously as he made shallow thrusts in and out.

“Mmh, don’t laugh. Just, quickly……”

Before she could finish speaking, the stimulation rushed in mercilessly. As if everything until now had been deliberate restraint, Dylan began thrusting his hips vigorously. The heavy buffalo leather sofa made noise as it pushed against the floor.

“Ha, ah, nngh, ngh, stop, aang, ah-ah, haah…!”

Clara honestly regretted it. This is maddening. Is s*x always this intense? The dull pain had disappeared by now, but this was more strenuous than most exercises.

Still, she had to admit there was a strange allure to it. Sensations she had never experienced before came crashing like waves. It was an electrifying pleasure that made her dizzy.

“Ah, Clara, Clara… inside… can I… finish inside?”

He showered her with kisses like a madman. With their bodies pressed tightly together as he stirred inside her, Clara felt like she was going insane. Her insides were being penetrated, her entire body pressed down from top to bottom—she felt trapped in a prison she could never escape.

“Don’t know, hah, stop, hng, stop……”

Clara shook her head at the prolonged, exhausting stimulation. Tears streamed down her face.

What would this man think, seeing her cry like this? She felt like she had shown every possible disgraceful act. The more embarrassing truth was that these weren’t tears of sadness.

“Ah, ahng…!”

At the same time, a deep, low moan escaped his lips pressed against hers. In that moment, Clara curled her body. An intense pleasure swept down her spine, making her shiver.

“Haah, haah, Clara……”

Even as sweat drops fell from his forehead, Clara couldn’t push away Dylan who kept pressing his lips against hers. Her body had no strength left. Their bodies remained overlapped, and something wet flowed between their joined parts, but she couldn’t even think about wiping it away.

She felt his pulse throbbing beneath warm, sweat-slicked skin. Her entire body felt so relaxed that she wanted to fall asleep just like this.

Clara turned her head, barely focusing her hazy eyes. Only after rubbing her eyes against the sofa could she wipe away her remaining tears.

“…I want to go.”

Clara spoke with a voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure.

“Right now?”

“Yes, I should go.”

“It’s raining heavily outside.”

Only then did she hear the sound of pouring rain. Philip had been right when he said it would rain soon.

“Get some rest. I’ll take you home when the rain subsides.”

“I’ll just take my carriage.”

Clara shook her head and pushed Dylan away. As his firmly connected c*ck withdrew, she felt a strange emptiness. Just moments ago, she had thought it was too much and wanted it to stop. To feel this way after just one encounter was incomprehensible to her.

“I sent it away some time ago.”

Clara’s eyes widened.

“Did you plan this from the beginning?”

“No.”

That was true, but it somehow irritated her. Clara looked at Dylan with one eye squinted.

“So you’re saying this was impulsive?”

Dylan met her gaze steadily.

“When my hand touched your white skin, I couldn’t hold back. But my feelings are sincere.”

He was like a sly snake. Clara glared at Dylan.

Perhaps because they had already joined bodies, she couldn’t manage her expressions well in front of him. Then again, hadn’t she impulsively consented too? She couldn’t just blame him when she had been swept along as well.

“Are you disappointed?”

“No?”

“You look disappointed.”

“I said I’m not.”

Dylan pulled Clara into his arms.

“I was planning to talk while taking you home in my carriage. But when I saw your nape, I truly couldn’t resist. Having only seen you from afar until now… seeing you up close, I didn’t want to let you go.”

Listening to Dylan’s calm words, Clara felt a surge of emotion. His voice was trembling slightly.

So the sincerity she had glimpsed earlier wasn’t a lie. His claim of having liked her for a long time was true. The gaze she had thought was just rude was actually his desire to be close to her…

“Now, you need to give me a kiss.”

Dylan acted like someone who had been promised something.

“What?”

“You always give Nyx a kiss after riding, don’t you?”

“That’s……”

Even so, did this man really want to be treated like a horse? Clara tilted her head to the side and stared at Dylan.

“Come on.”

He suddenly thrust his face forward, rubbing her cheek with his high nose bridge. It was almost like imitating an animal, but it was an intimate gesture.

“I hate it.”

Clara suddenly felt embarrassed and turned her head away sharply.

“Then will you kiss me with your other lips?”

“What other lips, mmh!”

Clara shrank back as hands spread her legs wide again. She felt hot breath between her thighs, then something blunt rubbed against her long slit. It was Dylan’s tall nose grazing between her folds.

“Haah!”

Does this man ever tire? Clara sobbed with tears flowing once more at the pleasure Dylan was giving her. She thought her eyes would be too swollen to open tomorrow.