“…!!”
The intense joy left her voiceless, her body convulsing.
“I told you not to come on your own. You have no self-control.”
“──But…”
They had coupled countless times over the past few days.
(He knows how weak I am to this…)
Idyllia swallowed her rebuttal. He was likely doing it on purpose. He probably wanted an excuse to push her even further. Confirming her suspicion, Silvio spoke cheerfully.
“An attendant who doesn’t listen to her master needs to be punished.”
He then withdrew his desire and lifted Idyllia’s left leg high while she lay on her back on the table. With a squelching sound, her swollen petals, drenched in their combined fluids, were exposed.
“No… not like this…”
Supporting herself with her right arm on the table, Idyllia pleaded weakly. But he pressed his still-erect rod against her there, pushing it in with a wet squelch.
“Isn’t it an irresistible sight? Look at it. It’s open wide, trying to swallow me.”
Even without looking, she knew her intimate parts were twitching and sucking on his scorching tip just as he described. Silvio, still holding her left leg, began to push his heated rod inside.
“Ahhh…!”
The thrusting from a different angle made her feel like her legs were going to give out. Unexpected spots were being rubbed, causing her to tense deep in her belly. The entire honey pot contracted tightly, making him hold his breath this time. After pausing as if enduring something, he groaned with a bitter smile.
“…You really did it.”
Still holding one of her legs, he resumed his powerful thrusts. The sharp, heavy thrusts made the table legs lift and rattle noisily.
“Ah! Ah, no…”
The vibrations resonated through her body, mercilessly stirring her senses. Every time he struck from the odd angle, a sweet tension pulled at the depth of her hips, making her entire body tremble. The feeling of being on the verge of climaxing went on and on, making Idyllia cry out in desperation.
“No, no, stop… I can’t… Ah, ah, ah…”
Mockingly, he spoke as he stirred her tight walls, trying to pull his heated rod in.
“With such a sensitive body, you intended to become a nun?”
“────…”
The disdain in his words made her chest ache painfully. But even as she shook her head desperately, the relentless, sharp stimulation of her most sensitive spot sent pleasure rippling through her brain. Her mind became a jumbled mess, overwhelmed by blinding pleasure.
“Ah, ah…!”
At the peak of her pleasure, Idyllia’s hips jerked wildly, impaled on his heated rod. She was caught in a series of continuous climaxes, the intense euphoria enveloping her as his desire exploded within her tightly clenching honey pot. The sensation of something hot being poured deep inside brought a profound sadness to the edge of her hazy consciousness.
The misery of being treated as an object of desire and the irresponsibility of the one fulfilling his desires overwhelmed her. After their impulsive affair in the living room, Silvio dragged Idyllia to the bedroom. After another bout of passion there, he lay beside her, utterly exhausted, repeatedly kissing her earlobe.
“Five years ago, among the Fontana family members who tried to persuade me to give you up, there were some who said, ‘A woman who looks so rigid must be frigid. You’ll never enjoy her.’ It wasn’t just one or two of them. I want to show them how wrong they were.”
He whispered deliberately, his breath teasing her, making her moan softly.
“…No, ah…”
“Too bad, they were wrong—”
Laughing deep in his throat, he pressed his tongue wetly into her ear. The teasing, fanning the flames of her desire, made her gasp. Despite this, Idyllia took the opportunity to timidly bring up something she had been meaning to say.
“…After that incident, it seems some members of the Fontana family survived.”
“Is that so?”
“If you would like to meet them, I can look for them…”
“…What?”
Silvio seemed genuinely surprised. He sat up, returning to his usual self. But—contrary to her expectations, he shook his head without hesitation.
“No, spare me.”
“What?”
“Right now, my head is full of my duties. I don’t have the luxury to think about anything else.”
“But—”
His clear rejection was unexpected.
(I thought he would be a bit happier…)
Idyllia added cautiously.
“…If they know you are here, they might come to visit.”
“I said no. If they come, tell them I can’t meet them and send them away.”