I feel like I'm going to die.
Lying face down on the bed, Erna thought that. It was something she had braced herself for ever since she had asked to be penetrated. From then on, Callion granted her request. Truly, faithfully, to the point where it seemed excessive.
As he forcefully pulled down the waist that was firmly gripped, Callion thrust his own hips upward. Even though she knew it couldn't be true, Erna felt as though she could hear the sound of slamming against her ears.
Callion's hardened penis was no different from a weapon. Every time he thrust inside, Erna shrieked and let out a moan mixed with sobs. However, Callion showed not the slightest mercy. He was especially merciless when he lowered Erna's body onto his. Whenever Erna thrashed about and tried to escape, unable to withstand the stimulation of it entering all at once, he deliberately pressed down on her buttocks with his hand, forcing her to swallow his even deeper.
Eventually, when Erna lost even the strength to hug his neck, he began to move with her lying down.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
As Erna's body kept rising with the force of Callion's thrusts, he moved while tightly holding her in his arms. In Callion's embrace, which completely enveloped her, Erna shed tears again and again.
As Callion moved, she was out of breath again.
Then, when dawn broke, Erna really didn't have the strength left to even lift a finger.
"Water..."
The voice that came out was heavily hoarse. The cup on the bedside table was within reach if she just stretched out her hand, but for Erna at that moment, even that was too difficult.
"Do you want to drink water?"
As if he had somehow managed to hear the low murmuring, Callion, who was standing beside her, picked up a cup. Carillon handed it to Erna. However, Erna was too weak to even move to accept it.
"Here."
Noticing Erna's condition, Callion lifted her up with one arm while holding a cup. The blanket covering her slipped down, fully exposing her chest, but Erna entrusted herself to Callion's arm without even thinking to pull the blanket back up.
"Drink."
As Callion held the cup to her lips, Erna struggled to lower her head and drink the water. Then, after taking a few sips, she immediately turned her head away. It meant that she was done.
When Callion looked, he saw that the water she had spilled had run down her chin to her chest. Callion, who had been thinking of wiping it up, swallowed hard at the sight of the red marks covering her white chest. In the meantime, Erna's head dropped abruptly.
“Erna?”
“...”
Startled, Callion called her name, but there was no answer. Thinking something might be wrong, he looked over and saw Erna soon letting out deep, soft breathing. She had simply fallen asleep. Thinking how easily she fell asleep, Callion examined Erna's face.
“...”
He had been thinking it for a while, but she really was pretty. Soft blonde hair, a round forehead, long eyelashes, and a prominent nose. Even the red lips nestled beneath it. He was certainly the only one calling a face like that a pumpkin. However, in his memory, Erna’s face was still the one that looked like she was about to strike him with a bouquet at any moment.
“...You’re ugly.”
Carillon gently pulled the sleeping Erna's cheek. At that, Erna, looking truly annoyed, whined even more and buried her face deep into his chest. Thanks to this, Callion was able to see her face a little more clearly.
Her eyes were red and wet from crying over and over again all night, and tear droplets still formed between her long eyelashes. Callion gently wiped the tears from Erna's eyelashes with his finger.
When she was awake, Erna glared at him with all her might, as if she would never let him get away with it. At that look, Callion thrust his hips even harder. With every thrust, Erna let out gasping sounds and shed tears. One would have expected her to show a hint of weakness, but her gaze only grew fiercer. So, Callion pushed Erna even harder, until she cried out his name.
“Surely not...”
Thinking that he might have somewhat dangerous tastes, Callion hurriedly recalled the faces of the Knights. He felt nauseated at the thought of the guys who had been beaten on the verge of tears during sparring, when he had shown no mercy. Seeing that, it seemed fortunate that he didn't have any dangerous tastes.
With Erna still held captive in his arms, Callion savored the weary exhaustion that enveloped his entire body. He couldn't remember the last time he had moved his body this wildly. Of course, he pushed himself to his limits even when sparring with the Knights. But today, he had truly lost his mind for a moment.
He brushed back the golden hair clinging to her forehead with his hand. Perhaps due to the relentless push, Erna's forehead was drenched in sweat. Callion lowered his head and buried his face in Erna's neck again. Strangely, far from the sour smell of sweat, only her body scent—like a floral fragrance that he had already thought was quite pleasant—permeated even more intensely.
“Ugh... don't do that...”
Erna opened her eyes, perhaps because he had breathed into her neck. However, her eyes were hazy, as if she were still in a dream. She tried to push him away, but her strengthless hand merely slid helplessly across Callion's sweat-soaked chest.
Callion, looking at Erna's body, spoke as if he were a little troubled.
"I think you need to wash up."
Both he and Erna were drenched in sweat. But what troubled him even more was the traces of him covering Erna's stomach and thighs.
He didn't know how much he had done, but the entire inner thighs of Erna were glistening as if they had been smeared with semen. The fluid that flowed out from between her legs, which had lost all strength and could not be closed, trickled down her body and left wet stains on the sheets.
'At this rate...'
There was no way she could fall asleep feeling good. However, when he tried to pick up Erna, she pushed him away with even more force than before.
"...No."
“Erna.”
“I don’t want to... because you're going to do it...”
As if she really hated it, Erna tried to pull away from his embrace. Carillon hurriedly stroked Erna's shoulder and whispered.
“Yes. I won’t do it. Just go to sleep.”
“Uh-huh...”
Erna only stopped moving after hearing that he wouldn't. Then, she soon fell into a deep sleep again. After contemplating for a moment what to do, Callion carefully laid Erna down on the bed and went to the bathroom in his room. Fearing she might run away in the meantime, like before, he deliberately left the door leading to the master bedroom open and kept his guard up in that direction.
Fortunately, Erna remained asleep even while Callion brought a towel and water. In fact, it was closer to her having fainted than actually being asleep.
Callion wet a towel and wiped Erna's body as she lay there. Not only her face, but also her arms, legs, and even the tips of her fingers. Callion's touch was quite attentive. Then, when he saw Erna's chest, he felt a sharp pang in his own heart.
The crimson nipples had now turned red and were swollen, and her chest was covered in bite marks he had left. Callion rolled his eyes at the traces, which resembled those of a hunted beast. He had indeed rushed in a bit recklessly, but he never imagined it would be this bad. He would have no excuse if Erna saw this in the morning and slapped him right then and there.
However, there was a more difficult problem than that.
"Ha..."
Callion sighed as he looked down at his throbbing lower body once again. To think he was getting aroused by looking at someone who had collapsed from exhaustion. Had he really become a beast? He was such a piece of trash. Callion took a few more deep breaths, then reached out his hand toward Erna's body again.
Three times while wiping the inside of her thighs. Five times, while wiping away the cloudy fluid that kept dripping down from beneath Erna. The time he spent sighing and desperately holding onto his sanity was longer than the time he spent moving his hands. Eventually, Callion, who had bitten his lip until it bled, was finally able to finish wiping Erna's body only when dawn was slowly breaking.
After tidying up the towels, he looked at the door leading to Erna's room. He considered going in to retrieve her clothes, but he realized that entering her room without permission would leave him in a bad state. In the end, Callion returned to his own room, retrieved the tunic he usually wore comfortably, dressed Erna in it, found a spot on the bed where there were no traces of the two of them, placed a pillow there, and lay her down.
Then, perhaps feeling a little more at ease, Erna's expression and breathing became much more relaxed than before.
Callion, who was about to fall asleep again, felt a stinging sensation in his throat. He got up and walked to the mirror.
"This."
No wonder he kept feeling a burning sensation.
Deep claw marks were visible running from beneath Callion's chin, across his neck, up to his chest. The claw marks were not the only ones remaining. There was also a small bite mark on his shoulder. Although there was only one mark, she had bitten so hard that it was already turning a deep blue.
"Well, I guess she did bite quite hard."
After seating Erna on top of him and thrusting his hips wildly, Erna bit her lip tightly to stifle her moans. Feeling pity for the red marks that appeared each time, he told her to bite him instead; without refusing once, Erna bit his shoulder hard. It seemed she had bitten with all her might that time. Unfortunately, Callion felt even that as pleasure, so he did not feel any actual pain.
Callion gave a bitter smile as he looked at what Erna had left behind, just as much as what he had left. It showed her determination not to give in easily.
As he fumbled with his wounds and put on his gown, he sensed a presence outside the door. When he turned his head, it had already become quite bright outside.
'This.'
He should have turned the lion ornament outside the door back in its original position. Since the ornament was still there, the maids cleaning the room would come in if things continued like this. Callion looked at Erna, who was asleep on the bed. She was still sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world. It was clear that Erna would wake up again if things remained this way.
'I guess I should tell them not to come in.'
He opened the door, thinking he should turn the decoration on it to the side. But standing there was someone he hadn't expected.
Lying face down on the bed, Erna thought that. It was something she had braced herself for ever since she had asked to be penetrated. From then on, Callion granted her request. Truly, faithfully, to the point where it seemed excessive.
As he forcefully pulled down the waist that was firmly gripped, Callion thrust his own hips upward. Even though she knew it couldn't be true, Erna felt as though she could hear the sound of slamming against her ears.
Callion's hardened penis was no different from a weapon. Every time he thrust inside, Erna shrieked and let out a moan mixed with sobs. However, Callion showed not the slightest mercy. He was especially merciless when he lowered Erna's body onto his. Whenever Erna thrashed about and tried to escape, unable to withstand the stimulation of it entering all at once, he deliberately pressed down on her buttocks with his hand, forcing her to swallow his even deeper.
Eventually, when Erna lost even the strength to hug his neck, he began to move with her lying down.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
As Erna's body kept rising with the force of Callion's thrusts, he moved while tightly holding her in his arms. In Callion's embrace, which completely enveloped her, Erna shed tears again and again.
As Callion moved, she was out of breath again.
Then, when dawn broke, Erna really didn't have the strength left to even lift a finger.
"Water..."
The voice that came out was heavily hoarse. The cup on the bedside table was within reach if she just stretched out her hand, but for Erna at that moment, even that was too difficult.
"Do you want to drink water?"
As if he had somehow managed to hear the low murmuring, Callion, who was standing beside her, picked up a cup. Carillon handed it to Erna. However, Erna was too weak to even move to accept it.
"Here."
Noticing Erna's condition, Callion lifted her up with one arm while holding a cup. The blanket covering her slipped down, fully exposing her chest, but Erna entrusted herself to Callion's arm without even thinking to pull the blanket back up.
"Drink."
As Callion held the cup to her lips, Erna struggled to lower her head and drink the water. Then, after taking a few sips, she immediately turned her head away. It meant that she was done.
When Callion looked, he saw that the water she had spilled had run down her chin to her chest. Callion, who had been thinking of wiping it up, swallowed hard at the sight of the red marks covering her white chest. In the meantime, Erna's head dropped abruptly.
“Erna?”
“...”
Startled, Callion called her name, but there was no answer. Thinking something might be wrong, he looked over and saw Erna soon letting out deep, soft breathing. She had simply fallen asleep. Thinking how easily she fell asleep, Callion examined Erna's face.
“...”
He had been thinking it for a while, but she really was pretty. Soft blonde hair, a round forehead, long eyelashes, and a prominent nose. Even the red lips nestled beneath it. He was certainly the only one calling a face like that a pumpkin. However, in his memory, Erna’s face was still the one that looked like she was about to strike him with a bouquet at any moment.
“...You’re ugly.”
Carillon gently pulled the sleeping Erna's cheek. At that, Erna, looking truly annoyed, whined even more and buried her face deep into his chest. Thanks to this, Callion was able to see her face a little more clearly.
Her eyes were red and wet from crying over and over again all night, and tear droplets still formed between her long eyelashes. Callion gently wiped the tears from Erna's eyelashes with his finger.
When she was awake, Erna glared at him with all her might, as if she would never let him get away with it. At that look, Callion thrust his hips even harder. With every thrust, Erna let out gasping sounds and shed tears. One would have expected her to show a hint of weakness, but her gaze only grew fiercer. So, Callion pushed Erna even harder, until she cried out his name.
“Surely not...”
Thinking that he might have somewhat dangerous tastes, Callion hurriedly recalled the faces of the Knights. He felt nauseated at the thought of the guys who had been beaten on the verge of tears during sparring, when he had shown no mercy. Seeing that, it seemed fortunate that he didn't have any dangerous tastes.
With Erna still held captive in his arms, Callion savored the weary exhaustion that enveloped his entire body. He couldn't remember the last time he had moved his body this wildly. Of course, he pushed himself to his limits even when sparring with the Knights. But today, he had truly lost his mind for a moment.
He brushed back the golden hair clinging to her forehead with his hand. Perhaps due to the relentless push, Erna's forehead was drenched in sweat. Callion lowered his head and buried his face in Erna's neck again. Strangely, far from the sour smell of sweat, only her body scent—like a floral fragrance that he had already thought was quite pleasant—permeated even more intensely.
“Ugh... don't do that...”
Erna opened her eyes, perhaps because he had breathed into her neck. However, her eyes were hazy, as if she were still in a dream. She tried to push him away, but her strengthless hand merely slid helplessly across Callion's sweat-soaked chest.
Callion, looking at Erna's body, spoke as if he were a little troubled.
"I think you need to wash up."
Both he and Erna were drenched in sweat. But what troubled him even more was the traces of him covering Erna's stomach and thighs.
He didn't know how much he had done, but the entire inner thighs of Erna were glistening as if they had been smeared with semen. The fluid that flowed out from between her legs, which had lost all strength and could not be closed, trickled down her body and left wet stains on the sheets.
'At this rate...'
There was no way she could fall asleep feeling good. However, when he tried to pick up Erna, she pushed him away with even more force than before.
"...No."
“Erna.”
“I don’t want to... because you're going to do it...”
As if she really hated it, Erna tried to pull away from his embrace. Carillon hurriedly stroked Erna's shoulder and whispered.
“Yes. I won’t do it. Just go to sleep.”
“Uh-huh...”
Erna only stopped moving after hearing that he wouldn't. Then, she soon fell into a deep sleep again. After contemplating for a moment what to do, Callion carefully laid Erna down on the bed and went to the bathroom in his room. Fearing she might run away in the meantime, like before, he deliberately left the door leading to the master bedroom open and kept his guard up in that direction.
Fortunately, Erna remained asleep even while Callion brought a towel and water. In fact, it was closer to her having fainted than actually being asleep.
Callion wet a towel and wiped Erna's body as she lay there. Not only her face, but also her arms, legs, and even the tips of her fingers. Callion's touch was quite attentive. Then, when he saw Erna's chest, he felt a sharp pang in his own heart.
The crimson nipples had now turned red and were swollen, and her chest was covered in bite marks he had left. Callion rolled his eyes at the traces, which resembled those of a hunted beast. He had indeed rushed in a bit recklessly, but he never imagined it would be this bad. He would have no excuse if Erna saw this in the morning and slapped him right then and there.
However, there was a more difficult problem than that.
"Ha..."
Callion sighed as he looked down at his throbbing lower body once again. To think he was getting aroused by looking at someone who had collapsed from exhaustion. Had he really become a beast? He was such a piece of trash. Callion took a few more deep breaths, then reached out his hand toward Erna's body again.
Three times while wiping the inside of her thighs. Five times, while wiping away the cloudy fluid that kept dripping down from beneath Erna. The time he spent sighing and desperately holding onto his sanity was longer than the time he spent moving his hands. Eventually, Callion, who had bitten his lip until it bled, was finally able to finish wiping Erna's body only when dawn was slowly breaking.
After tidying up the towels, he looked at the door leading to Erna's room. He considered going in to retrieve her clothes, but he realized that entering her room without permission would leave him in a bad state. In the end, Callion returned to his own room, retrieved the tunic he usually wore comfortably, dressed Erna in it, found a spot on the bed where there were no traces of the two of them, placed a pillow there, and lay her down.
Then, perhaps feeling a little more at ease, Erna's expression and breathing became much more relaxed than before.
Callion, who was about to fall asleep again, felt a stinging sensation in his throat. He got up and walked to the mirror.
"This."
No wonder he kept feeling a burning sensation.
Deep claw marks were visible running from beneath Callion's chin, across his neck, up to his chest. The claw marks were not the only ones remaining. There was also a small bite mark on his shoulder. Although there was only one mark, she had bitten so hard that it was already turning a deep blue.
"Well, I guess she did bite quite hard."
After seating Erna on top of him and thrusting his hips wildly, Erna bit her lip tightly to stifle her moans. Feeling pity for the red marks that appeared each time, he told her to bite him instead; without refusing once, Erna bit his shoulder hard. It seemed she had bitten with all her might that time. Unfortunately, Callion felt even that as pleasure, so he did not feel any actual pain.
Callion gave a bitter smile as he looked at what Erna had left behind, just as much as what he had left. It showed her determination not to give in easily.
As he fumbled with his wounds and put on his gown, he sensed a presence outside the door. When he turned his head, it had already become quite bright outside.
'This.'
He should have turned the lion ornament outside the door back in its original position. Since the ornament was still there, the maids cleaning the room would come in if things continued like this. Callion looked at Erna, who was asleep on the bed. She was still sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world. It was clear that Erna would wake up again if things remained this way.
'I guess I should tell them not to come in.'
He opened the door, thinking he should turn the decoration on it to the side. But standing there was someone he hadn't expected.
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