It brought forth a faint, kitten-like whimper.

The feeble and small whimper incited Aaron’s actions.

Aaron embraced her more deeply, more forcefully.

“Ah.”

Delia, who entrusted her body to Aaron, opened her eyes wide at the heated lips that traced along her collarbone.

Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she screamed out loud.

“No.”

Startled, Delia forcefully pushed Aaron away with her entire body.

Caught off guard by her unexpectedly strong resistance, Aaron furrowed his brows.

“Why all of a sudden?”

Aaron’s voice, thick with thirst, dropped low.

Despite expressing her dissatisfaction at the interference with what he intended to do, he willingly yielded to her touch along her hand.

“Because you said you would let me do what I want.”

With repressed passion, Aaron’s breath became more ragged.
Delia, feeling awkward, rolled her eyes, avoiding his gaze.

While lightly caressing the hand that touched his chest, she whispered softly.

“That… you shouldn’t leave traces.”

“Ah.”

Upon Delia’s observation, Aaron let out a low sigh.

His ash-gray gaze, like flowing water, delicately touched her slender neck.

Perhaps due to the tender skin, the places his lips brushed were already stained red.

The vivid mark left on her nearly transparent, snowy-white skin stood out prominently.

Looking at the traces he had left, Aaron clicked his tongue and licked his lips.

“That’s true. It’s already turning red.”

“Already?”

At Aaron’s words, Delia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“This is serious. I told you not to leave any traces.”

Delia frowned, soothing the area where Aaron had brushed against.

There still seemed to be a lingering heat.

“Who said that?”

“Meredyth.”

Upon hearing the name Meredyth, Aaron chuckled for a moment.

“Ah, the maid?”

How could Aaron know Meredyth? Although Delia was curious, her immediate concern was the worry left on her body.

“Meredyth told me not to leave any traces, especially in visible places.”

“But traces have already been left. It was just a slight brush.”

“A slight brush for the commander, but not for me.”

After a moment of contemplation, Delia made a serious decision.

“No, it won’t work. Today’s play ends here.”

Aaron also became serious at Delia’s declaration.

“Meredyth told you not to leave any traces?”

“That’s right.”

“So, Meredyth said not to leave traces in visible places?”

Delia’s eyelids trembled.

Why does he keep asking? An uneasy feeling caused Delia’s voice to thin out.

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah. That’s what Meredyth said.”

Aaron leaned toward Delia, who was trying to distance herself.

Closing in as if their foreheads would touch, he smiled slyly, arching his eyebrows.

With a voice as moist as the thick mist rising from the river, Aaron whispered.

“So, it means you can leave traces in places that are not visible.”

Aaron’s lips, moving smoothly, were tantalizing.

His ashen pupils sucked in all the light of Delia, like deep pools.

With large pupils blinking, Delia, who stared at Aaron, said, enchanted.

“Ah, is that so?”

“Yeah. That’s how it is.”

Comforting, Aaron whispered and covered Delia’s lips.

Delving into her tender skin to ensure she wouldn’t think of anything else, he licked.

In the midst of his murmurs, Delia’s mind shattered.

Feeling something brushing deep within her, she tightly grabbed Aaron’s shirt collar, tightening it.

In the meantime, Aaron’s hands moved briskly.

Unfastening the tightened strings and pushing aside the cloth draped over her shoulders.

The sound of fabric slipping, dampened by their moist breaths, seeped into the humid air.
The chilly air, touched by his touch, reached even the unseen places, causing her body to shiver.

“Now, just a moment.”

As if the barely held dam had burst, Aaron’s overflowing passion enveloped Delia.

Delia staggered back as if pushed by strong waves.

When Aaron pressed his lips, Delia’s legs wavered anxiously.

However, he didn’t embrace her as usual.

Rather, he pushed forcefully, not giving her a chance to regain her composure.

Delia was helpless and pushed backward.

Ultimately, she collided with an obstacle behind her knees, losing balance and falling.

As she fell backward, a small scream burst through her parted lips.

“Ouch.”

Due to Delia’s sprawling over the long sofa, a small breeze blew.

Strands of hair, fluttering in the wind, flowed like honey.

Amidst the rich scent of vanilla, Delia’s subtle fragrance mixed.

“Don’t worry.”

Unbeknownst to her, a large shadow loomed over Delia, who had fallen on the sofa.

Next to Delia’s body, Aaron’s sturdy arm stood like a column in an ancient temple.

Aaron’s gaze was fixated on Delia’s blinking blue pupils.

In his ashy eyes, a deep sensuality was embedded.

“I’ll take care of you.”

As if bestowing authority, Aaron brushed his index finger between the blue irises that emerged.

Descending down the nose bridge, he brushed away the nasion that glowed red, his lips thickly whispering.

“So that no traces are left in visible places.”

The statement was a declaration that traces would be left in invisible places.

At the sudden recollection, Delia’s body trembled.

When she dressed properly, only a small part was visible.

Aaron seemed to want everything except that small part.

As if practicing what he preached, Aaron’s lips adhered with a passionate desire, gently brushing.

Heat spread like watercolors wherever his moist breath touched, reddening Delia.

Aaron, unable to endure the heat, firmly held the trembling Delia.

His movements to leave traces in unseen places became more intense.

Amidst the quiet workshop where everything seemed frozen, only the two moving figures remained.

The moist heat created by the two people, who seemed like one, spread through the incomplete sculpture they produced.