There it was again. That strangely proud-looking smile. The same smile he wore when he shamelessly exposed his intimate parts.

Unlike last night, he approached slowly while observing Clara. Although she instinctively felt wary, her mind became hazy from his gentle massaging of her calves.

His hot hands had already moved up to her inner thighs, kneading the muscles that had been strained all night. The tense muscles quickly relaxed. Her legs spread open naturally from the relief.

Not missing the opportunity, Dylan’s hand covered her mound. He pressed down not too strongly with his palm, moving his hand in circular motions.

“Haah……”

At this rate, she would be swept away again.

Clara threw her head back and moaned. Come to think of it, she had never agreed to any interview, yet it had become an established fact, and using that as an excuse, they had gone all the way to what a man and woman could do physically.

“Ah…!”

A shallow insertion pain arose due to the tender mucous membrane being chafed, then slippery, cool liquid and fingers entered deeply between the split. It seemed to be medicine, as he had said.

However, he was applying the medicine perhaps too meticulously. His fingertips carefully explored the vaginal walls, and with each entry and exit of his long fingers, a strange pleasure bloomed. It was impossible to tell if he was applying medicine or caressing her.

The cool liquid quickly became hot inside her body. Clara couldn’t tell if it was the nature of the medicine or if her body had become aroused again by his touch. The fact that her own body kept feeling unfamiliar was all because of this man.

“Don’t do strange things……”

Clara reached out her hand. Her original intention was to push Dylan’s shoulder away, but she couldn’t reach. All she could do was cover her p*ssy that was engulfing his fingers, but it wasn’t easy to pull out the already inserted fingers.

“S-stop…… Ungh!”

Clara curled her toes and trembled her legs.

“You saw for yourself yesterday, Clara. I need to apply the medicine deep inside.”

Sensations awakened wherever his hands touched, gathering in her lower abdomen. It started to tingle again. Clara repeatedly exhaled with her legs tightly tensed.

With each entry and exit of the slick fingers through the narrow gap, an inexplicable thirst surged. When he carefully applied medicine to the mucous membrane, her legs trembled.

“Hiss…!”

Even her n*pples tingled, and she could feel her lower hole twitching. Clara raised her hips and tightly gripped the bed sheets.

It was strange. As if the sensation from last night still remained, pleasure quickly boiled up. Isn’t he applying the medicine for too long? At this rate…… she felt like she might give in to the urge to shake her hips and move her b*ttocks quickly without any dignity.

“Haah, ugh, aah……”

Clara finally let out a short cry of pleasure. Her groin convulsed slightly.

“W-when will it end?”

Clara asked. Her eyes, full of excitement, were inevitably moist again, and the way she bit her lower lip tightly looked somewhat anxious. Dylan stared at that face intently before speaking quietly.

“It’s all done.”

“Really…?”

Dylan withdrew his fingers, wet with her fluids, from her vaginal opening.

“Ungh.”

Clara felt emptiness at that moment.

“Pleasure is effective for drowsiness. Sweet dreams.”

He’s too self-willed. After saying he’d apply medicine.

Clara couldn’t fight her drooping eyes. The warm tea and the pleasantly shallow pleasure blurred her consciousness.

“I’d like it if you would include me in your dreams.”

Through her increasingly blurring consciousness, she felt warm lips landing on her cheek. Clara sank into a deep sleep.

⁕⁕⁕

Clara opened her eyes wide.

She had dreamed, but it felt like she had slept deeply. When she tried to get up, her waist and inner thighs still ached weakly, but it was much better than yesterday.

Was it thanks to the medicine he applied? There wasn’t much difficulty in moving her body. For having done such intense exercise in an unusual way, the aftereffects had noticeably improved in just one day.

“Daughter, why did you sleep for so long?”

Countess Brock, sitting beside her daughter’s bed, spoke in a somewhat angry tone.

“How long did I sleep?”

“You slept for a full day.”

The countess had been watching her daughter’s face and checking her complexion before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

“How are you feeling?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I think I was just startled……”

Very startled indeed. Clara swallowed the rest of her words and turned her head. Warm sunlight filtered through the window, and sparrows were chirping their songs.

“Dylan said you didn’t hit your head and would be fine in a day or two, but you were sleeping so deeply without moving at all. Do you know how worried I was? I thought something else might be wrong……”

“Dylan?”

Clara questioned as she looked at her mother, who was calling him by his first name so familiarly.

“His first impression wasn’t bad, but after talking with him, he really seemed like a fine young man.”

“Wasn’t yesterday the first time you spoke with him?”

“That’s right. But you don’t always need many conversations to know someone. Women have intuition, you know?”

“Still, how can you assess someone after just one conversation?”

“It depends on the quality of the conversation. Quality over quantity, wouldn’t you agree?”

What kind of conversation did that man have to captivate her mother? He seemed like the type who appeared to be communicative while subtly guiding everything in the direction he wanted. To the point where you’d find yourself swept along before you realized it.

Clara sighed and covered her eyes with the back of her hand.

“What do you think? That young man seems completely smitten with you already. Even if not an immediate engagement……”

Her mother had always encouraged her to try dating. Clara understood her intentions, but having never been in a relationship, she hesitated.

“I don’t know yet, I still don’t know much about him.”

Hearing her daughter’s resolute tone, Countess Brock opened her mouth to speak but closed it again. Relationships between men and women couldn’t be grafted together like branches. Still, there were things that needed to be addressed.

“Try to refrain from throwing yourself into physical activities recklessly from now on.”

“When have I ever thrown myself into physical activities recklessly?”

“You’ve always been that way. Have you forgotten already? I remember you constantly breaking your arms and legs, claiming you were perfecting some technique while horseback riding. My heart dropped every single time.”

“That was so long ago……”

Clara pouted.

“See? I heard the horse was acting wild yesterday too, so why did you have to step in? Horses are quite large, aren’t they? What if you had been trampled by a hoof?”

Clara naturally found herself recalling the previous night. Dylan, who had lost his senses and thrust wildly like a madman. His c*ck was truly long and thick like a horse’s. No wonder her internal muscles were shocked when something so enormous entered her body.

Like a horse, he had a large build and impressive leg muscles. The well-placed muscles on his n*ked body, the beautiful physique with shadows cast by moonlight, resembled that of a well-bred stallion.

‘Don’t I resemble Nyx?’

He did resemble him quite a bit, truly. The onyx-black hair, eyes that emitted a sparkling light, muscles placed with precision, large g*nitals, and tireless stamina. If a horse were to become human, it might be like him.

“Oh my. Clara, what are you thinking about that’s making you drool like that?”

Countess Brock said with a laugh.

“You didn’t hit your head when you fell yesterday, did you?”

Clara wasn’t drooling; she had merely swallowed dryly. Her mother’s joke seemed excessive. Her father might find such traits cute in her mother, but as a daughter, it felt more like a fuss.

“I’m fine, I was just hungry.”

Clara feigned innocence. How could she possibly say she had spent an unforgettable night, that it kept coming back to her? What happened last night could never be spoken of. Especially not to her mother.

“Should I bring you some carrot soup?”

“I’m not a child. I want meat. I think I’m lacking energy.”

“Have you already forgotten how you used to eat only carrots when you were little, saying you wanted to be as strong as a horse?”

“Mom, please stop talking about that.”

Clara shook her head in embarrassment.

“To parents, even grown children look like little ones.”

Countess Brock stroked the back of her daughter’s hand.

The small, chubby hand had now grown into a beautiful, long, slender one. The girl had become a woman, but her clear and pure nature remained unchanged.

“So, if you’re going to stay out overnight in the future, at least let me know where you are. Until now, if you didn’t come home, I could just send someone to the horse farm, but now you might be somewhere else.”

She was referring to this recent overnight absence.

“And if Dylan does anything bad to you, even if it’s embarrassing, tell your mother. Understood?”

Just moments ago, her mother had been thinking well of Dylan. Clara hesitated. What did her mother mean by this? Could she possibly know about last night? Yet she still said he seemed like a good person?

“……Why would he do anything bad to me? He doesn’t seem like that kind of person.”