He took Blair and went out onto the balcony. Blair, who often followed behind him, muttered as if talking to herself.

“The guy from earlier, what if he’s badly hurt…”

Her voice stopped Herdin in his tracks. Even in this situation, he was angered by her concern for Wesley’s condition.

“Are you worrying about that scoundrel now? Do you know what that bastard was saying to you?”

“But today is Mother’s birthday party.”

Now it was Katrina’s turn to worry. She didn’t seem to care about her own safety.

Just as Herdin was about to say something, Blair’s heedless whimpering once again popped out of her mouth.

“Dalgook. Dalgook. Dalgook…”

The whimpering didn’t stop and continued rhythmically. Even when Blair closed her mouth, the sounds still escaped.

Come to think of it, she had the smell of alcohol on her breath every time she exhaled. Herdin’s forehead creased.

“…Are you drunk?”

“I’m not.”

The response came immediately, but now he noticed that her pronunciation was strangely awkward.

Herdin held up two fingers and asked.

“How many do you see?”

Upon hearing this, Blair pursed her lips.

“…You doubt me?”

Her unusual behavior was somewhat cute, but Herdin didn’t back down. In fact, he became more persistent.

“So, how many?”

“Wait quietly for a moment.”

Blair, who had been fidgeting, suddenly grabbed his hand with both of hers. Herdin hesitated, but Blair touched his fingers as if she hadn’t noticed.

Her tiny hand fiddled with his fingers, and although it was ticklish, he didn’t mind the feeling.

Blair, who had been concentrating on counting his fingers with narrowed eyes, finally gave her answer.

“There are two.”

Her tone implied, “Did you really think I wouldn’t know this?”

Herdin still had her fingers in his grasp as he chuckled. The dirty feeling from Wesley being slammed to the ground earlier had long been forgotten.

Blair’s mother, the drunkard’s wife, seemed puzzled by the reason he was laughing, and she raised her head with a somewhat serious expression. Amidst all this, Blair’s whimpering continued.

When the whimpering started again, Blair looked frustrated and tapped her chest.

While Herdin watched her with laughter in his youthful eyes, he asked.

“Should I stop?”

Blair blinked her puzzled eyes at him. His face suddenly drew closer.

Swoosh.

Something hot and moist touched her lips and then withdrew. Blair’s eyes, which couldn’t comprehend the situation, blinked slowly.

Herdin looked at her with a satisfied grin.

“It’s stopped now, the whimpering.”

His languid bass notes hit Blair’s heart a beat late.

Blair listened to the loud sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, looking at Herdin with a bewildered expression. She couldn’t understand why this man was behaving this way towards her.

You don’t like me, right? You have to be that way.

She didn’t like him poking around like this. She didn’t want to be shaken. Her heart raced painfully against her will.

Blair concluded the meaning of his actions in her own way.

“Do you want to do it with me?”

This man had quite liked her body, after all.

Yeah, that’s what it must be. It had to be that simple.

Of course, if she were sober, she would never have said such a thing.

The laughter lines disappeared from Herdin’s face as he heard her words. His gaze was as cold as she had seen it before.

Herdin couldn’t help but snicker.

My wife treated me like a beast consumed by lust since the last time. But it wasn’t entirely incorrect. His mind was filled with vulgar fantasies about her.

“…What if I do?”

“You said we’d meet twice a month. We still have one left, so anytime you want…”
In other words, your tone was willing to submit your body if you desired. Words devoid of your own emotions or intentions.

Such an attitude from her irritated Herdin’s nerves. However, ironically, the prospect of her permission being granted filled his desire with anticipation, separate from the dirty feeling that had slammed into him for a moment.

Was there any reason to refuse a woman who was willing to embrace him?

He desired her, and she was, after all, his wife on the surface, without any rejection, accepting him.

There was no issue with his desire. None at all.

Herdin led Blair into a nearby room. Blair staggered and followed him listlessly.

Herdin closed the door and placed Blair between the door and his body. He kissed her thin wrist that he had held and asked.

“Is it okay here?”

As his lips moved while speaking, Blair’s body trembled. Her heaving chest, which was breathing heavily, was visible as it rose and fell rhythmically. Even that sight was beautiful.

Blair blinked her dazed eyes and nodded slowly, her permission granted, a large hand ran up her waist.

At the same time, his lips brushed against Blair’s wrist and palm. Just as he had explored her without fear earlier, so did his slender fingers stimulate her.

Even in the midst of all this, his gaze never left her. As if he would engrave every single one of her small reactions into his pupils.

“Ah…”

Blair unknowingly twisted her body in response to the sensation of his lips against her warm and moist flesh.

Even though it was just his lips touching her wrist and palm, her belly tingled. Maybe it was because of his unrelenting gaze that didn’t leave her.

“Are you…?”

Blair didn’t know what to do and, with her free hand, grabbed his arm as she squirmed.

Herdin finally let go of her hand and pulled her waist closer. Then, he kissed her on the back of her snowy white neck.

With their bodies pressed together, they could feel the heat between them. Blair’s nerves twitched reflexively as he moved closer.

“Herdin…”

Whether it was a plea for him to stop or a request for more, the meaning couldn’t be discerned.

Herdin interpreted that call as he pleased. Since she called him in such a yearning voice, it must mean she was inciting him.

As Herdin nibbled gently at the soft flesh between her neck and collarbone, he swallowed her lips that were calling his name.

As his hand explored her waist, Blair moaned involuntarily. The hand that held Herdin’s arm tightened.

With each moan that sounded like aching pain, the sensations of their first night together came flooding back. He had an overwhelming desire to have her right away.

As Herdin’s lips suddenly left, Blair opened her eyes.

“…Herdin?”

His image was reflected in her purplish, alcohol-hazed irises. Just looking into those eyes made her feel dizzy.

Herdin released the arm that was wrapped around Blair’s waist and covered her eyes with his hand, as if avoiding her gaze. A painful sigh escaped from his covered lips.

After catching his breath for a moment and suppressing his desire, he looked at Blair and said.
“I think this is a bit unfair.”

“Unfair…?”

Even in the midst of this, Blair, who was still not fully sober, followed his words like a parrot, her small lips puckering.

Her appearance was unbelievably cute, and the movement of her lips, tinged with my saliva, was somehow alluring. Unfortunately.

Herdin chuckled softly, his voice lowered.

“After sobering up, you’ll forget everything that happened today.”

I wish you’d remember everything.

I wanted her to remember everything clearly in her sober mind, etching the sensations I gave her. So that even a fleeting touch of her fingers would bring me to her mind. So that she would instinctively respond to me.

Blair, who was slowly blinking her eyes and looking at him, approached quietly, resting her head on his chest and murmuring.

“Herdin, I’m sleepy…”

It was clear that she didn’t hear his words. No, it would be more accurate to say that she couldn’t hear them.

Herdin smiled as if he found it amusing and held her small body, supporting her.

He let out a long sigh and whispered in Blair’s ear.

“…Prepare yourself when you wake up.”