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The hot warmth of a hand touched her exposed genitals. It was the same elegant hand that had been engrossed in drawing just a few minutes ago. The moment it rubbed against her inner walls, a wet sound was heard.
Her vulva was completely drenched. Startled, Diana flinched and hunched her shoulders like a guilty person.
Felix, who had been nibbling on her plump areola, let out a low chuckle.
“Acting all innocent, are you?”
He hadn’t touched Diana at all until she undressed completely. Even so, a substantial amount of wetness was seeping from the intimate entrance.
“You’ve got a lewd side to yourself. Your body can’t lie.”
“No, that’s not….”
Diana couldn’t finish her sentence, her lips quivering as if trying to form the words. She tried to tighten her lower half in an attempt to hide it, but she shuddered at the fingers flicking her clitoris.
“Ah…!”
“A maid who gets excited while undressing herself in front of her master.”
His mocking tone made her want to cry. Diana whimpered as she tried to avoid the hand that stirred her below, scooping up the wetness.
“No, hic, it’s just… my senses, I am too sensitive. Hic!”
“Is that so?”
But the more she denied it, the more relentless and cruel his hand became as it tormented her clitoris. The rounded tip of his finger rubbed quickly against the concentrated bundle of nerves, amplifying the stimulation as the fluids spreading from her vaginal entrance acted as a lubricant.
“Ah, ah, ah…!”
It felt as if she was being mercilessly swept away by a wave of pleasure. Felix, who had completely detached his lips from her breasts, looked down at Diana, who was helplessly squirming her hips.
The woman, who was already dripping wet before he even began, was far too sensitive for someone with no experience. When he rolled the protruding clitoris in circular motions, she gasped for air, her mouth opening wide. When he pinched and twisted it between his thumb and forefinger, her head tilted back, trembling uncontrollably.
“Master, I, hic, it feels strange down there. If you could just… remove your hand…!”
Diana’s pleas grew increasingly desperate. As the tingling sensation below her navel surged, the pleasure climbed up her back, reaching her nape. It was something far more overwhelming than mere ticklishness. Lightning flashed endlessly before her eyes, and her hips jerked wildly, as if no longer under her control. Her senses were beyond what she could handle.
Felix glanced at her clitoris, swollen round like a pearl, and smirked.
“Then let’s see who’s right—you or me.”
“No, please! Ah, Master…!”
As he pressed his thumb against the sensitive bud, he sought out the entrance hidden deeper beneath it. He plunged his index and middle fingers into the slick, glistening vaginal entrance all at once. Diana’s back arched as a long moan escaped her lips.
“Ahhh…!”
The walls of her inner passage clenched tightly around his fingers. Her body, reaching a light climax, trembled uncontrollably. Her small toes curled tightly, and her soft waist and hips tensed up completely. Diana shuddered in that state for a while before finally going limp.
Felix felt the frantic pulsations inside her as he licked his lips. The profile of the woman lying beside him, her head turned and her breath shallow, was unbearably erotic.
“I should’ve sculpted you instead of drawing.”
He wanted to mold her exactly as she was now. Felix grasped Diana’s chin, turning her face toward him. Her unfocused gaze couldn’t properly meet his, fueling his thirst.
“Look me in the eyes.”
Still disoriented, Diana could only gasp for air. Felix withdrew the fingers he had left inside her, only to thrust them back in forcefully. Her half-closed eyes widened instantly.
“…!”
The fingers buried in her depths curled, pressing against the sensitive spots inside. The hand teasing her clitoris drew out her arousal and cruelly exploited her most sensitive areas. Diana’s senses were dragged helplessly wherever he guided them.
“Ah, uh, uhn.”
Her unfocused eyes kept rolling to one side. The pleasure rising from her vulva was different from the brief and intense wave earlier.
Each time his fingers moved in and out, the squelching sounds grated against her nerves. She couldn’t hold back the moans escaping her lips.
This is strange, so strange. This isn’t right. This is something….
She had never even touched herself before. The fact that she could heat up so quickly was something Diana couldn’t believe. She wanted to push away the hand toying with her and run away.
“No, hic, this, I don’t want….”
Images of brothel clients slamming their hands into women’s bodies like animals came to her mind.
Even if the man defiling her was the most noble in the land, at this moment, he was no different from those countless men. The primal sense of rejection climbed up her throat, making her feel like she might vomit.
Yet another part of her swayed at the sound of his increasingly rough and heated breaths.
This man desired her. The one who, at the start of her time in the palace, wouldn’t even lay a finger on her was now engrossed in her body.
She didn’t know exactly why, but Diana liked the fact that he wanted her.
Among the women Diana had cared for in Hilde, there was one named Ione. Ione left Hilde to become the wife of the wealthiest merchant among her regular clients. Her words floated unexpectedly into Diana’s ears at this moment.
“Do you know what the most insidious and wicked kind of affection is, Diana? It’s physical affection. Once you’re addicted to primal, animalistic pleasure, no matter how hard you try, you can never forget it. It’s like a drug.”
Perhaps this was what physical affection felt like.
Even though it was so uncomfortable and terrifying, the thought of him stepping back made her heart sink.
“Don’t live like an herb; become a poisonous plant. The life of a wildflower scattered along the roadside is all the same, but if you’re a poisonous plant, you can at least kill someone as you topple them.”
The attachment formed through physical intimacy was such a harmful and vicious bond. Once entangled in it, Diana herself would surely be the one hurt. Instead of becoming a poisonous plant, she would inevitably end up trampled, less than even a common weed.
“It’s all a matter of determination, Diana. So if someone like that appears in your life, enjoy it moderately, and make sure you’re the one to discard them first. Women like us have to live that way to survive.”
“Ah… Ah, ugh…”
Why did Ione’s voice echo in her mind at this moment? The painfully stretched entrance of her core was gradually expanding.
At some point, there were no more words coming from the man. But she was certain he was watching her—her twisted, unsightly expression, her chest left bare, her damp thighs. Surely, her current state was no different from that of the countless prostitutes in Hilde.
Ione’s advice had long since faded from her memory. Diana’s eyes welled up with tears.
“Master… Please, don’t… don’t look. I… I’m scared.”
Felix, who had been staring intently at her blushing, quivering core, lifted only his eyes without moving his head. The woman, whose body was trembling with absurdly feeble resistance, was red up to her nape.
The ragged breaths slipping through her flushed lips, the unfocused eyes burning with heat, and the golden-tinted hair sticking to her tear-streaked cheeks created an intoxicating sight. Her green eyes, glistening with transparent tears, were incomparable to any ordinary emerald.
When he didn’t respond, Diana’s pale, exposed hips trembled slightly. The trembling vibrations of her inner walls transmitted vividly to his fingers.
Felix slowly withdrew his fingers from inside her. They came out slick with glistening fluid. Even the scent of the forest was thickly embedded in the fluid dripping from her body.
He licked the wetness off his fingers, and a sweet taste lingered on his tongue. Clicking his tongue, he cursed under his breath. Damn it—there was no way to capture smell or taste on a canvas.
No brush or pigment could portray this moment, nor the burning lust raging within him. That was what frustrated him to the point of madness.
“Ha…”
His fully erect member throbbed as if it might burst. Guiding Diana’s hand, he made her pull down his trousers. The faint touch of her delicate fingers brushing his shaft sent his vision flashing white.
Felix barely managed to control his ragged breathing. He had no intention of ending things with trivial handplay today.
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