Miss Seraphina jolted awake from her bed.
Recalling the frenzied, ahem, events of the previous half-day and night, a span of over ten hours, she instantly turned over, burying her face into the soft pillow.
… He forced her to utter those embarrassing words, either pinning her down or forcibly pressing her against Ravenna, even assuming that position holding her with her legs spread...
Just a moment's recollection had Seraphina rolling in the bed, her body heating up.
"Pervert, bastard, scoundrel..."
The young girl muttered these criticisms, which she had repeated countless times, while unable to resist clenching her full, firm thighs, a silly smile appearing on her flushed face.
Who could resist the unreserved desire of a loved one?
— If only he were a bit more normal, not doing such things in front of others...
