Liv’s eyes widened in astonishment, her gaze taking on a rounded shape. The conspicuously emphasized phrase “our encounter” seemed to playfully tickle her eardrums. She cleared her throat, as if trying to dispel the unease, and added, somewhat unnecessarily, “It would be troublesome if strange rumors spread before Calliope, the High Priestess, and her pilgrimage group arrive.”
Did Liv’s words, deliberately avoiding the heart of the matter, displease Dietran? His brows furrowed in response.
“Please speak plainly, so that I can understand.”
“I heard a story that you will soon be receiving guests.”
Dietran’ lips tensed at Liv’s words. His expression now revealed a distorted sense of judgment. “Who said such a thing? Who dares to pry into my affairs?”
“It’s not like that. I happened to overhear it while attending lessons with Viscount Pendens.”
“Ah, Viscount Pendennis.”
Dietran spat out the name “Viscount Pendennis” with a tone of annoyance, briefly clicking his tongue. His furrowed brow displayed his irritation. In that tense atmosphere, Liv simply lowered her gaze and observed Dietran’ reaction. It seemed that he was not inclined to entertain the High Priestess or the pilgrimage group.
However, Millian had claimed they were acquainted. If this was like Dietran’s other exaggerated rumors, it could have been another misunderstanding. But if it were false, he wouldn’t have gone as far as warning her not to prepare accommodations for Viscount Pendennis.
Millian’s words, which she had tried hard to dismiss, resurfaced in her mind. The century-long estrangement between Lujia Malte and the unmarried Marquis, who possessed exceptional looks.
Curiosity surged within her in an instant.
“I heard that there is someone in the pilgrimage group who is acquainted with you, Lord Dietran.”
At Liv’s casual remark, Dietran reacted immediately.
“Who is that person?”
Upon hearing his response, Liv instinctively realized that Millian’s words were true.
If they were false, instead of asking who it was, he would have stated that he didn’t have any acquaintances. Ah, indeed, he did know someone.
“Exactly who it is…”
The nobles associated with the pilgrimage group were not just one or two, and Millian’s speculations were still close to conjecture. However, merely uncovering the slightest possibility was enough to make Liv’s heart sink to one corner. Feeling strangely overwhelmed by her own reaction, Liv bit her lip.
Though she wanted to appear nonchalant, she couldn’t help but notice the tension in her facial muscles. If Dietran was indeed acquainted with Lujia Malte, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of relationship they had.
Her stomach churned, as if it were filled with uneaten food. In that moment of contemplation, whether to have a sip of wine or not, Dietran asked in a chilly tone, “Who do you think the visitor is?”
“Most likely, Lujia Malte…”
Distracted by her thoughts, Liv carelessly answered, and suddenly, she heard a loud noise. Startled, she looked up and saw Dietran, who had put down his utensils and appeared disheartened.
“Because of poor health, I was going to feed it.”
After taking a sip of wine and wiping his lips, he muttered to himself. Dietran gracefully rose from his seat, discarding the napkin, and approached Liv.
Perplexed, Liv opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.
“Ah…!”
A hot tongue unexpectedly intruded between her lips.
Their lips parted, releasing a mixture of wine and saliva into the air. The tongue, which had entered her mouth deeply from the start, moved somewhat roughly within.
Retreating was impossible. With her back pressed against the chair, Liv found herself unable to move her body, and her lower body was firmly held, preventing any escape.
The passionate kiss lingered for an extended period, their breaths gradually reaching their limits before the gentleman finally let go.
As Liv’s lips parted, she hastily gasped for air, causing her fluttering eyelashes to quiver. It seemed that the man beside her was enveloped in a subtle excitement, akin to misty fervor clinging to the nearby wall.
“Suddenly, what does this mean…?”
To engage in an unexpected kiss, devoid of any context, truly followed a perplexing path.
Caught off guard by Liv’s bewildered gaze, the gentleman pressed down firmly on her lower lip with his thumb and spoke.
“Since the teacher made an endearing sound first.”
What on earth does that sound even signify?
Though she received an answer, comprehension eluded her entirely. Whether it was due to Liv’s bemused expression or the faint smile forming on the gentleman’s face as he lowered his gaze, it remained unclear.
“Fret not. I have no intention of involving other guests in our private conversations.”
Upon hearing those words, Liv’s pale face transformed into a sudden flush.
“No, I didn’t inquire about it in that manner…!”
“I understand why such rumors might have spread, but there will be no visitors staying in my estate.”
Liv averted her gaze, her lips pouting. She attempted to turn her head completely, but the gentleman held her neck firmly, allowing her to barely avoid his gaze.
“Is my response satisfactory?”
“…The matter of accommodating guests in your estate is not my concern. It is entirely up to you, sir.”
“I merely inquired if my response met the teacher’s personal and private satisfaction.”
His tone was gentle yet persistently inquisitive. His thumb, which had been gently caressing her lower lip, gradually shifted to trace along her jawline and neck.
“Hmm?”
Liv swallowed nervously. Each time she drew a breath between her slightly parted lips, the gentleman’s thumb pressed firmly against her esophagus. After a successful hunt, what expression might grace the victorious hunter’s face as he claims his most exquisite prize?
Finally, trembling, Liv confessed with utmost honesty.
“I am satisfied.”
With a flushed cheek pressed against her palm, Liv exhaled, resembling a deer caught by a hunter. She must have appeared rather comical. Despite being acutely aware, Liv couldn’t suppress her disrupted breathing. And most likely, with a high probability… the gentleman seemed to relish her disarrayed state.
“Now it’s my turn to find satisfaction.”
The gentleman tilted his head once again. Unlike the forceful intensity of their initial encounter, this time his movements were leisurely and graceful.
“Shall I verify if you have learned well from our previous sessions?”
The soft tablecloth crumpled haphazardly beneath them, sliding in different directions.
The sturdy table stood undisturbed, unaffected by their vigorous movements. However, as the tablecloth shifted, the tableware atop it lost their original positions and slid with soft thuds. Eventually, a few pieces clattered noisily, rolling onto the floor.
Clang!
Despite the sharp sound of shattering, not a single gaze turned in their direction. More precisely, the gentleman paid no attention, and Liv had no capacity to spare.
“Haaak!”
Though she had already experienced it once before, she felt as if she had returned to the beginning. The intense pressure that penetrated deeply was as challenging as the initial torment she had ever endured, and with each thrust, a tingling sensation akin to an electric shock coursed through her spine.
Was the first sexual encounter like this? She couldn’t comprehend why it felt so unfamiliar.
Perhaps the change in location contributed to this sensation. At least back then, the act took place on a pristine bed.
“Hnngh… hnggh!”
“Things haven’t improved at all,” her partner muttered amidst the grinding friction. He was barely undressed, still wearing his gloves. How did that compare to my state of undress?
Although they were the only two in this vast dining room, and the spot where she lay was atop the dining table, Liv never imagined a day would come when she would sprawl out on the table, emitting cries that reverberated through the restaurant.
But it was too late to feel shame. The incessant onslaught of sensations left her mind hazy, and amidst the pain, a peculiar pleasure overwhelmed her to the point of tears.
“Ha….”
“Ah…”
The man positioned between her spread legs forcefully thrust his hips upwards. Involuntarily, she arched her body, and her exposed spine pressed against the unyielding table, causing a shiver to run through her.
Aside from the embarrassment of engaging in such lewd acts in a dining setting, it was simply difficult to find a comfortable position. His pulsating member showed no mercy, intensifying the scorching heat. Sensations in her lower body gradually dulled, and her legs, suspended in mid-air, swayed like delicate threads of silk. The underwear hanging around her calves accentuated this motion so overtly, fueling her sense of shame and indignation.
“Ah!”
A firm sensation pressed deep within her inner walls, causing Liv to arch her back. While this was the man’s first release, it seemed like the umpteenth for Liv, who trembled from the indescribable pleasure. Desperate to escape even momentarily from this pleasure, she reached out her hand and desperately clutched at the man’s garment.
Her struggles were futile.
“We should review diligently,” the man whispered, taunting her and leaving her with nothing but rapid breaths to respond.
The grating friction accelerated its pace. The rough fabric of his unremoved trousers roughly brushed against her dampened skin. The prominent member forcefully penetrated deeper, burrowing into the innermost recesses before finally coming to a halt.
“Ugh.”
A spreading sensation originated from her lower abdomen. Goosebumps rose on her sweat-soaked skin. While the man’s member convulsed against her walls, repeatedly releasing his seed, the gentleman braced himself on his arms, trying to catch his breath. Glittering sweat adorned his disheveled platinum hair.
The corners of his grimacing eyes turned a faint red. Liv, positioned beneath him, gazed at his face with an enraptured expression. As it had been before and was now, the man exuded raw excitement only at the moment of climax, despite remaining composed throughout the act.
Unconsciously, Liv tightened her grip on him. The pulsating motion of her contracting walls squeezing the base of his still-buried member brought the focus of the post-climactic gentleman back into clarity.
Liv’s eyes widened in astonishment, her gaze taking on a rounded shape. The conspicuously emphasized phrase “our encounter” seemed to playfully tickle her eardrums. She cleared her throat, as if trying to dispel the unease, and added, somewhat unnecessarily, “It would be troublesome if strange rumors spread before Calliope, the High Priestess, and her pilgrimage group arrive.”
Did Liv’s words, deliberately avoiding the heart of the matter, displease Dietran? His brows furrowed in response.
“Please speak plainly, so that I can understand.”
“I heard a story that you will soon be receiving guests.”
Dietran’ lips tensed at Liv’s words. His expression now revealed a distorted sense of judgment. “Who said such a thing? Who dares to pry into my affairs?”
“It’s not like that. I happened to overhear it while attending lessons with Viscount Pendens.”
“Ah, Viscount Pendennis.”
Dietran spat out the name “Viscount Pendennis” with a tone of annoyance, briefly clicking his tongue. His furrowed brow displayed his irritation. In that tense atmosphere, Liv simply lowered her gaze and observed Dietran’ reaction. It seemed that he was not inclined to entertain the High Priestess or the pilgrimage group.
However, Millian had claimed they were acquainted. If this was like Dietran’s other exaggerated rumors, it could have been another misunderstanding. But if it were false, he wouldn’t have gone as far as warning her not to prepare accommodations for Viscount Pendennis.
Millian’s words, which she had tried hard to dismiss, resurfaced in her mind. The century-long estrangement between Lujia Malte and the unmarried Marquis, who possessed exceptional looks.
Curiosity surged within her in an instant.
“I heard that there is someone in the pilgrimage group who is acquainted with you, Lord Dietran.”
At Liv’s casual remark, Dietran reacted immediately.
“Who is that person?”
Upon hearing his response, Liv instinctively realized that Millian’s words were true.
If they were false, instead of asking who it was, he would have stated that he didn’t have any acquaintances. Ah, indeed, he did know someone.
“Exactly who it is…”
The nobles associated with the pilgrimage group were not just one or two, and Millian’s speculations were still close to conjecture. However, merely uncovering the slightest possibility was enough to make Liv’s heart sink to one corner. Feeling strangely overwhelmed by her own reaction, Liv bit her lip.
Though she wanted to appear nonchalant, she couldn’t help but notice the tension in her facial muscles. If Dietran was indeed acquainted with Lujia Malte, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of relationship they had.
Her stomach churned, as if it were filled with uneaten food. In that moment of contemplation, whether to have a sip of wine or not, Dietran asked in a chilly tone, “Who do you think the visitor is?”
“Most likely, Lujia Malte…”
Distracted by her thoughts, Liv carelessly answered, and suddenly, she heard a loud noise. Startled, she looked up and saw Dietran, who had put down his utensils and appeared disheartened.
“Because of poor health, I was going to feed it.”
After taking a sip of wine and wiping his lips, he muttered to himself. Dietran gracefully rose from his seat, discarding the napkin, and approached Liv.
Perplexed, Liv opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.
“Ah…!”
A hot tongue unexpectedly intruded between her lips.
Their lips parted, releasing a mixture of wine and saliva into the air. The tongue, which had entered her mouth deeply from the start, moved somewhat roughly within.
Retreating was impossible. With her back pressed against the chair, Liv found herself unable to move her body, and her lower body was firmly held, preventing any escape.
The passionate kiss lingered for an extended period, their breaths gradually reaching their limits before the gentleman finally let go.
As Liv’s lips parted, she hastily gasped for air, causing her fluttering eyelashes to quiver. It seemed that the man beside her was enveloped in a subtle excitement, akin to misty fervor clinging to the nearby wall.
“Suddenly, what does this mean…?”
To engage in an unexpected kiss, devoid of any context, truly followed a perplexing path.
Caught off guard by Liv’s bewildered gaze, the gentleman pressed down firmly on her lower lip with his thumb and spoke.
“Since the teacher made an endearing sound first.”
What on earth does that sound even signify?
Though she received an answer, comprehension eluded her entirely. Whether it was due to Liv’s bemused expression or the faint smile forming on the gentleman’s face as he lowered his gaze, it remained unclear.
“Fret not. I have no intention of involving other guests in our private conversations.”
Upon hearing those words, Liv’s pale face transformed into a sudden flush.
“No, I didn’t inquire about it in that manner…!”
“I understand why such rumors might have spread, but there will be no visitors staying in my estate.”
Liv averted her gaze, her lips pouting. She attempted to turn her head completely, but the gentleman held her neck firmly, allowing her to barely avoid his gaze.
“Is my response satisfactory?”
“…The matter of accommodating guests in your estate is not my concern. It is entirely up to you, sir.”
“I merely inquired if my response met the teacher’s personal and private satisfaction.”
His tone was gentle yet persistently inquisitive. His thumb, which had been gently caressing her lower lip, gradually shifted to trace along her jawline and neck.
“Hmm?”
Liv swallowed nervously. Each time she drew a breath between her slightly parted lips, the gentleman’s thumb pressed firmly against her esophagus. After a successful hunt, what expression might grace the victorious hunter’s face as he claims his most exquisite prize?
Finally, trembling, Liv confessed with utmost honesty.
“I am satisfied.”
With a flushed cheek pressed against her palm, Liv exhaled, resembling a deer caught by a hunter. She must have appeared rather comical. Despite being acutely aware, Liv couldn’t suppress her disrupted breathing. And most likely, with a high probability… the gentleman seemed to relish her disarrayed state.
“Now it’s my turn to find satisfaction.”
The gentleman tilted his head once again. Unlike the forceful intensity of their initial encounter, this time his movements were leisurely and graceful.
“Shall I verify if you have learned well from our previous sessions?”
The soft tablecloth crumpled haphazardly beneath them, sliding in different directions.
The sturdy table stood undisturbed, unaffected by their vigorous movements. However, as the tablecloth shifted, the tableware atop it lost their original positions and slid with soft thuds. Eventually, a few pieces clattered noisily, rolling onto the floor.
Clang!
Despite the sharp sound of shattering, not a single gaze turned in their direction. More precisely, the gentleman paid no attention, and Liv had no capacity to spare.
“Haaak!”
Though she had already experienced it once before, she felt as if she had returned to the beginning. The intense pressure that penetrated deeply was as challenging as the initial torment she had ever endured, and with each thrust, a tingling sensation akin to an electric shock coursed through her spine.
Was the first sexual encounter like this? She couldn’t comprehend why it felt so unfamiliar.
Perhaps the change in location contributed to this sensation. At least back then, the act took place on a pristine bed.
“Hnngh… hnggh!”
“Things haven’t improved at all,” her partner muttered amidst the grinding friction. He was barely undressed, still wearing his gloves. How did that compare to my state of undress?
Although they were the only two in this vast dining room, and the spot where she lay was atop the dining table, Liv never imagined a day would come when she would sprawl out on the table, emitting cries that reverberated through the restaurant.
But it was too late to feel shame. The incessant onslaught of sensations left her mind hazy, and amidst the pain, a peculiar pleasure overwhelmed her to the point of tears.
“Ha….”
“Ah…”
The man positioned between her spread legs forcefully thrust his hips upwards. Involuntarily, she arched her body, and her exposed spine pressed against the unyielding table, causing a shiver to run through her.
Aside from the embarrassment of engaging in such lewd acts in a dining setting, it was simply difficult to find a comfortable position. His pulsating member showed no mercy, intensifying the scorching heat. Sensations in her lower body gradually dulled, and her legs, suspended in mid-air, swayed like delicate threads of silk. The underwear hanging around her calves accentuated this motion so overtly, fueling her sense of shame and indignation.
“Ah!”
A firm sensation pressed deep within her inner walls, causing Liv to arch her back. While this was the man’s first release, it seemed like the umpteenth for Liv, who trembled from the indescribable pleasure. Desperate to escape even momentarily from this pleasure, she reached out her hand and desperately clutched at the man’s garment.
Her struggles were futile.
“We should review diligently,” the man whispered, taunting her and leaving her with nothing but rapid breaths to respond.
The grating friction accelerated its pace. The rough fabric of his unremoved trousers roughly brushed against her dampened skin. The prominent member forcefully penetrated deeper, burrowing into the innermost recesses before finally coming to a halt.
“Ugh.”
A spreading sensation originated from her lower abdomen. Goosebumps rose on her sweat-soaked skin. While the man’s member convulsed against her walls, repeatedly releasing his seed, the gentleman braced himself on his arms, trying to catch his breath. Glittering sweat adorned his disheveled platinum hair.
The corners of his grimacing eyes turned a faint red. Liv, positioned beneath him, gazed at his face with an enraptured expression. As it had been before and was now, the man exuded raw excitement only at the moment of climax, despite remaining composed throughout the act.
Unconsciously, Liv tightened her grip on him. The pulsating motion of her contracting walls squeezing the base of his still-buried member brought the focus of the post-climactic gentleman back into clarity.
