Even after their encounter, his manhood remained steadfast in its place. Despite reaching the pinnacle, it neither softened nor faltered, still filling her inner walls with unwavering firmness. As Dietran’s gaze fixated on her, Liv caressed her own nape. Beneath the sticky texture, there was a resolute solidity.
Sensing her movement, Dietran narrowed his eyes. He lifted the hand that had been clutching the table and delicately grazed his fingertips across Liv’s chin and lips before slowly parting his lips.
“How did Lujia Malte spring forth from your lips?”
His hoarse voice still held traces of the previous climax. The slightly subdued tone, the lingering arousal, and the crimson flame in his eyes—all these factors fueled Liv’s excitement. Consequently, even without conscious intent, her inner walls tightened.
Every time that happened, his manhood grew slightly harder. It was no mere illusion.
“Answer.”
As Dietran pressed his thumb between her parted lips, he softly demanded an answer. Liv, whose flesh quivered at the touch of his tongue, quickly responded.
“I-I, I casually mentioned what Millian said… Yes.”
Liv couldn’t continue her sentence as she let out a moan. It was because his e******n, which hadn’t diminished in size, slowly retreated.
Just when it seemed like it would completely withdraw, his manhood lightly brushed against the tip before swiftly plunging back to the hilt.
Thump!
“Ahh!”
“Aren’t you too easily swayed by a student’s unverified words?”
Contrary to his sardonic tone, Dietran’s lower half delved into her with a scorching intensity.
“I-I didn’t believe…”
“Isn’t it going a bit too far to associate with those who conduct background checks? You’re not at an age where you need to supervise your friends.”
“No, it’s… ah! Ah!”
As if asserting its presence, his manhood forcefully rammed against her inner walls. Sweat, unabated by the cooling sensation, streamed down her forehead and trickled into the corners of her eyes.
Liv, whose brow slightly furrowed from the cold sensation, let out a moan that resembled a sob. Dietran gently wiped away her sweat and caressed her dampened forehead.
His firm touch was as heavy and languid as his thrusts.
“But, Teacher, your interest seems to have become quite active, considering you’re willing to take whatever I give.”
Dietran’s strong arm reached around Liv’s weakened waist. After wrapping his arm around her waist and supporting her back, he lifted her upper body in one swift motion.
As her limp body rose, Liv straddled the table, still impaled by his e******n.
“…With the increasing frequency of you picking up tidbits of information.”
In a half-mocking manner, Dietran murmured as he grasped Liv’s hips. She leaned against him with a lack of energy, and in response, her neck nestled against his throat. Then, as if he had been waiting for it, he lifted her.
As her body floated, Liv desperately exerted strength in her arms.
“Ah!”
Instability intensified the exertion. Naturally, as her lower abdomen tensed, the presence of his manhood became distinctly palpable. It was an unbelievably deep penetration.
“Wait, wait, I might fall!”
“I don’t let go of what I’ve caught.”
As Liv clung desperately to me, Dietran reprimanded her in a surprisingly gentle tone.
“If such a thing were to happen, it would likely be because you’re bored.”
Beads of sweat trickled down Liv’s spine as Dietran firmly held her slippery body and murmured with a long sigh.
“However, my sexual encounters have only happened twice,” he remarked.
His sweat-soaked hair clung to the nape of Rive’s neck as Dietran’s breath brushed against it.
“It’s unfortunate that these moments become tiresome.”
The slow, upward motion of their intertwined bodies began. In Liv’s mind, it flickered dimly, as if in the distance.
***
Being the second time did not signify any improvement.
Instead, her entire body convulsed with heightened agony and stiffness, surpassing even their initial encounter. The problem seemed to lie in their engagement on the dining table. Furthermore, the precarious posture added to the instability…
As a naive Liv, who had vaguely imagined sex as a mere act of lying in bed, it was truly a shocking experience. The changing sensations with each shift in position were a terrifying factor that unnerved her.
Eventually, she had to stand precariously on one leg, clutching onto the other leg to receive him. The strain of elevating her heels to compensate for the height difference made her body tremble uncontrollably.
Her calves and thighs were incredibly sore, so Liv took breaks whenever she could while attending to household chores. The muscle pain would gradually improve over time, but Dietran’s lingering words haunted her.
“I wonder if I can provide such ample recovery time again in the future.”
He had undoubtedly said that.
Of course, it might have been a passing remark that had already been forgotten, and he might not summon her for a while, having satisfied his desires to the fullest extent…
“But people’s affairs are unpredictable.”
That was just a hunch.
And whether fortunate or unfortunate, Liv’s intuition proved to be accurate. Two days later, she had to face the carriage that came to take her. The aftermath was even more severe than the second time, as her body had not fully recovered from the muscle pain.
The problem was that another carriage arrived three days later. After that, the frequency of additional duties increased significantly.
Dietran couldn’t control himself. He reached out when he desired and shamelessly made his request. Since Liv didn’t refuse him, it didn’t take long for the nature of the additional duties to deteriorate. Liv, who had thought there would be days without any intimate encounters, now had to consider her liaison with Dietran every time she was summoned to the mansion, after just a few weeks.
However, physically, it was too demanding for her.
“Your complexion is not favorable, Miss Roades,” Philip said, his concern evident in his eyes.
Startled, Liv abruptly lifted her head. She felt her face inexplicably flush, even though he couldn’t possibly peer into her mind.
Today, she was once again at the Beriworth Manor.
However, it wasn’t for additional duties; she had come for a visit due to Corrida’s treatment. Corrida’s therapy was progressing smoothly, and accordingly, they had changed her medication. Thierry had mentioned that Corrida’s diligent management of her health had contributed to the swift progress of her treatment.
Energized by Thierry’s praise, Corrida dedicated herself to recovery with considerable enthusiasm. Today, she actively sought medical treatment before heading to Adolf’s.
Liv had planned to spend a good three hours studying in the study. It seemed that Adolf intended to introduce her to a suitable reading companion, and she had no reason to object. So, once again, Liv found herself waiting for Corida alone. Understanding her predicament, Dietran summoned her through Philip.
“Dr. Gertrude is still in the mansion. Would you like to see her for a consultation?” Philip asked.
“No, I’m fine,” Liv blushed and quickly waved her hand. She didn’t want to respond to the master’s summons against her will. “You don’t have to tell him I’m not feeling well. I just… didn’t get enough sleep, I suppose.”
Philip nodded understandingly. “I see. Well, it’s really alright. It’s not a big problem.”
Observing Liv’s refusal to be examined, Philip stopped trying to persuade her and shifted the conversation with a cheerful voice. “The area around the hunting grounds is perfect for a horse ride. The flowers are blooming beautifully, and it’s a delightful sight.”
“Indeed,” Liv responded, memories of following the hunting party naturally coming to mind.
Are they going hunting today too? It doesn’t matter either way, but the thought of mounting a horse made her uneasy. Her back hurt, her thighs hurt, and most of all, her perineum was uncomfortable.
Even without attempting horseback riding, knowing her inadequate equestrian skills, she would likely end up falling off. Liv made a mental note to discreetly inform Dietran about her condition.
However, there was no need for her to step forward. Philip had subtly hinted at Liv’s physical condition, and Dietran had already caught on. Although his words were vague, he immediately ordered the cancellation of the horseback riding preparations. Instead, he suggested exploring the glass conservatory.
“Do you mind not going horseback riding?” Liv asked as she quietly observed Dietran walking ahead. He turned his head halfway and directed his gaze at her in response.
“You’re not feeling well,” he stated.
“It’s not that… well…” Liv mumbled, briefly lowering her gaze.
“Were you planning to go hunting?” he inquired.
“I was hoping to improve the teacher’s abysmal physical condition a little. But there are plenty of places around the mansion where you can ride a horse without going hunting.”
Dietran seemed to have understood the reason behind Liv’s physical discomfort. Feeling embarrassed for no reason at all, Liv coughed lightly. Whether he grasped her state of mind or not, Dietran turned his gaze directly towards her.
“Of course, most of the time we go hunting.”
Even after their encounter, his manhood remained steadfast in its place. Despite reaching the pinnacle, it neither softened nor faltered, still filling her inner walls with unwavering firmness. As Dietran’s gaze fixated on her, Liv caressed her own nape. Beneath the sticky texture, there was a resolute solidity.
Sensing her movement, Dietran narrowed his eyes. He lifted the hand that had been clutching the table and delicately grazed his fingertips across Liv’s chin and lips before slowly parting his lips.
“How did Lujia Malte spring forth from your lips?”
His hoarse voice still held traces of the previous climax. The slightly subdued tone, the lingering arousal, and the crimson flame in his eyes—all these factors fueled Liv’s excitement. Consequently, even without conscious intent, her inner walls tightened.
Every time that happened, his manhood grew slightly harder. It was no mere illusion.
“Answer.”
As Dietran pressed his thumb between her parted lips, he softly demanded an answer. Liv, whose flesh quivered at the touch of his tongue, quickly responded.
“I-I, I casually mentioned what Millian said… Yes.”
Liv couldn’t continue her sentence as she let out a moan. It was because his e******n, which hadn’t diminished in size, slowly retreated.
Just when it seemed like it would completely withdraw, his manhood lightly brushed against the tip before swiftly plunging back to the hilt.
Thump!
“Ahh!”
“Aren’t you too easily swayed by a student’s unverified words?”
Contrary to his sardonic tone, Dietran’s lower half delved into her with a scorching intensity.
“I-I didn’t believe…”
“Isn’t it going a bit too far to associate with those who conduct background checks? You’re not at an age where you need to supervise your friends.”
“No, it’s… ah! Ah!”
As if asserting its presence, his manhood forcefully rammed against her inner walls. Sweat, unabated by the cooling sensation, streamed down her forehead and trickled into the corners of her eyes.
Liv, whose brow slightly furrowed from the cold sensation, let out a moan that resembled a sob. Dietran gently wiped away her sweat and caressed her dampened forehead.
His firm touch was as heavy and languid as his thrusts.
“But, Teacher, your interest seems to have become quite active, considering you’re willing to take whatever I give.”
Dietran’s strong arm reached around Liv’s weakened waist. After wrapping his arm around her waist and supporting her back, he lifted her upper body in one swift motion.
As her limp body rose, Liv straddled the table, still impaled by his e******n.
“…With the increasing frequency of you picking up tidbits of information.”
In a half-mocking manner, Dietran murmured as he grasped Liv’s hips. She leaned against him with a lack of energy, and in response, her neck nestled against his throat. Then, as if he had been waiting for it, he lifted her.
As her body floated, Liv desperately exerted strength in her arms.
“Ah!”
Instability intensified the exertion. Naturally, as her lower abdomen tensed, the presence of his manhood became distinctly palpable. It was an unbelievably deep penetration.
“Wait, wait, I might fall!”
“I don’t let go of what I’ve caught.”
As Liv clung desperately to me, Dietran reprimanded her in a surprisingly gentle tone.
“If such a thing were to happen, it would likely be because you’re bored.”
Beads of sweat trickled down Liv’s spine as Dietran firmly held her slippery body and murmured with a long sigh.
“However, my sexual encounters have only happened twice,” he remarked.
His sweat-soaked hair clung to the nape of Rive’s neck as Dietran’s breath brushed against it.
“It’s unfortunate that these moments become tiresome.”
The slow, upward motion of their intertwined bodies began. In Liv’s mind, it flickered dimly, as if in the distance.
***
Being the second time did not signify any improvement.
Instead, her entire body convulsed with heightened agony and stiffness, surpassing even their initial encounter. The problem seemed to lie in their engagement on the dining table. Furthermore, the precarious posture added to the instability…
As a naive Liv, who had vaguely imagined sex as a mere act of lying in bed, it was truly a shocking experience. The changing sensations with each shift in position were a terrifying factor that unnerved her.
Eventually, she had to stand precariously on one leg, clutching onto the other leg to receive him. The strain of elevating her heels to compensate for the height difference made her body tremble uncontrollably.
Her calves and thighs were incredibly sore, so Liv took breaks whenever she could while attending to household chores. The muscle pain would gradually improve over time, but Dietran’s lingering words haunted her.
“I wonder if I can provide such ample recovery time again in the future.”
He had undoubtedly said that.
Of course, it might have been a passing remark that had already been forgotten, and he might not summon her for a while, having satisfied his desires to the fullest extent…
“But people’s affairs are unpredictable.”
That was just a hunch.
And whether fortunate or unfortunate, Liv’s intuition proved to be accurate. Two days later, she had to face the carriage that came to take her. The aftermath was even more severe than the second time, as her body had not fully recovered from the muscle pain.
The problem was that another carriage arrived three days later. After that, the frequency of additional duties increased significantly.
Dietran couldn’t control himself. He reached out when he desired and shamelessly made his request. Since Liv didn’t refuse him, it didn’t take long for the nature of the additional duties to deteriorate. Liv, who had thought there would be days without any intimate encounters, now had to consider her liaison with Dietran every time she was summoned to the mansion, after just a few weeks.
However, physically, it was too demanding for her.
“Your complexion is not favorable, Miss Roades,” Philip said, his concern evident in his eyes.
Startled, Liv abruptly lifted her head. She felt her face inexplicably flush, even though he couldn’t possibly peer into her mind.
Today, she was once again at the Beriworth Manor.
However, it wasn’t for additional duties; she had come for a visit due to Corrida’s treatment. Corrida’s therapy was progressing smoothly, and accordingly, they had changed her medication. Thierry had mentioned that Corrida’s diligent management of her health had contributed to the swift progress of her treatment.
Energized by Thierry’s praise, Corrida dedicated herself to recovery with considerable enthusiasm. Today, she actively sought medical treatment before heading to Adolf’s.
Liv had planned to spend a good three hours studying in the study. It seemed that Adolf intended to introduce her to a suitable reading companion, and she had no reason to object. So, once again, Liv found herself waiting for Corida alone. Understanding her predicament, Dietran summoned her through Philip.
“Dr. Gertrude is still in the mansion. Would you like to see her for a consultation?” Philip asked.
“No, I’m fine,” Liv blushed and quickly waved her hand. She didn’t want to respond to the master’s summons against her will. “You don’t have to tell him I’m not feeling well. I just… didn’t get enough sleep, I suppose.”
Philip nodded understandingly. “I see. Well, it’s really alright. It’s not a big problem.”
Observing Liv’s refusal to be examined, Philip stopped trying to persuade her and shifted the conversation with a cheerful voice. “The area around the hunting grounds is perfect for a horse ride. The flowers are blooming beautifully, and it’s a delightful sight.”
“Indeed,” Liv responded, memories of following the hunting party naturally coming to mind.
Are they going hunting today too? It doesn’t matter either way, but the thought of mounting a horse made her uneasy. Her back hurt, her thighs hurt, and most of all, her perineum was uncomfortable.
Even without attempting horseback riding, knowing her inadequate equestrian skills, she would likely end up falling off. Liv made a mental note to discreetly inform Dietran about her condition.
However, there was no need for her to step forward. Philip had subtly hinted at Liv’s physical condition, and Dietran had already caught on. Although his words were vague, he immediately ordered the cancellation of the horseback riding preparations. Instead, he suggested exploring the glass conservatory.
“Do you mind not going horseback riding?” Liv asked as she quietly observed Dietran walking ahead. He turned his head halfway and directed his gaze at her in response.
“You’re not feeling well,” he stated.
“It’s not that… well…” Liv mumbled, briefly lowering her gaze.
“Were you planning to go hunting?” he inquired.
“I was hoping to improve the teacher’s abysmal physical condition a little. But there are plenty of places around the mansion where you can ride a horse without going hunting.”
Dietran seemed to have understood the reason behind Liv’s physical discomfort. Feeling embarrassed for no reason at all, Liv coughed lightly. Whether he grasped her state of mind or not, Dietran turned his gaze directly towards her.
“Of course, most of the time we go hunting.”
