He took long strides and approached her. With a hand slick with sweat, he stroked Scylla’s calf.

 

“Master’s orgasms are so easy to read.”

 

“…”

 

“So cute and so lewd… Just watching you makes mine twitch along with yours.”

 

“You’re not… seriously planning to go again, are you?”

 

“Of course I am?”

 

The moment he grabbed her ankle and spread her legs apart, Scylla’s body flipped over, and she cried out urgently. 

 

Langsion gave that signature, enchanting, crescent-eyed smile. 

 

Compared to his ordinary face, the smile was strikingly seductive—but right now, Scylla was afraid.

 

Ever since dawn yesterday, they had been having sex, and not even a few hours would pass before their bodies were tangled together again. 

 

Even this round already felt like it had lasted a full two hours or more.

 

Langsion rubbed the opening that was sluggishly pushing out white semen with his fingertips. 

 

He quietly watched the firm white thighs tremble slightly, then slid a finger inside the hole. He kept pushing the semen back in, again and again.

 

“I have to fill this place completely with my love, don’t I?”

 

“Don’t talk like that. It feels like you’re teasing me.”

 

Scylla covered her face with her hands.

 

“And I’m tired. How many times do I have to say it before you understand?”

 

“I’ll give you water.”

 

“…Are you actually serious?”

 

“That’s too much, Master. Here I am devoting my entire body to serving you.”

 

“Isn’t this just you satisfying your own greed?”

 

Langsion sealed her lips with his own. He parted her lips with his tongue and passed water into her mouth. 

 

Helplessly, Scylla accepted and swallowed what he gave her. 

 

A thin stream of water trickled from the corner of her mouth.

 

Smiling, Langsion gripped her ankle tightly and yanked her toward him. The glans and her entrance met almost perfectly. 

 

Langsion let out a pleased chuckle.

 

With one smooth thrust of his hips, his cock slid inside her as though it had been guided there. Her inner walls instinctively clenched around him.

 

Langsion let out a satisfied sigh and placed his hand over Scylla’s, which was trembling from the tight, overwhelming sensation. 

 

Naturally, their fingers interlaced, and Scylla instinctively gripped his hand in return. When Langsion glanced down at their joined hands, his eyes melted into something impossibly gentle.

 

“Definitely the resilience of a young body. The moment I go in, you clamp down this tightly.”

 

“Hah, haa… Wait, just—don’t move right away—ngh—something’s wrong. I’m telling you, I’m in a weird state right now!”

 

“But you feel it even more intensely when I move at times like this, don’t you?”

 

Without mercy, Langsion began thrusting his hips hard and fast. The semen that had trickled out served as lubricant, making loud, wet squelching sounds with every motion. 

 

Each time his cock slid in and out, frothy fluids bubbled up and were pushed back inside.

 

He focused on the exact spot that made Scylla react the most, pounding into it while carefully stroking her clit with devoted attention. 

 

Scylla, who had just been shaking through her previous climax, now opened her mouth at the sensation that pushed far beyond her limits. 

 

Only broken, intermittent moans escaped her gaping lips. Her half-rolled eyes had completely lost focus; the usual sharp clarity in her gaze was nowhere to be found.

 

Langsion, who had started with a leisurely smile, now licked his lips with an almost blank expression.

 

“You’re being way too lewd, Master.”

 

“…Ah, aah!”

 

“This is supposed to be about breaking the curse—how can you act this obscene?”

 

Squelch—schlick—

 

He rapidly flicked her clit with his fingers while forcing his way past her spasming inner walls and driving deep inside.

 

“Ah—uh—hnng—aaahk!”

 

Scylla’s curled toes suddenly stretched straight out as her head fell back. 

 

Seeing her face—drool running freely down her chin—sent a jolt of electricity through Langsion’s mind. He buried himself to the root inside her and clenched his teeth. 

 

A dizzying wave of pleasure crashed over him, making his spine shiver.

 

It felt dangerously addictive.

 

🫧

 

Squelch—schlick—

 

Langsion sucked on Scylla’s lips as though they were candy. 

 

Normally, if he kissed and sucked this long and hard, she would push him away, complaining that her lips were swollen and sore—but this time she stayed completely still.

 

“Master?”

 

Langsion realized her mind wasn’t really present anymore.

 

It was one thing to be shy about intimate contact, but how could she let her mind wander somewhere else in the middle of a kiss? 

 

Though he wore a smile, Langsion’s inner thoughts twisted into something crooked. 

 

Should I drive her so hard that she can’t think of anything else unless she focuses completely? 

 

The idea was so greedy that if Scylla had heard it, she would have recoiled in horror. His eyes gleamed thick with desire.

 

Scylla wasn’t looking at him—she was staring at her own hand. 

 

Langsion’s gaze, which had been brewing dark and lascivious plans, followed hers. 

 

Perhaps because of the moonlight streaming through the window, the back of her hand looked especially pale and luminous, smooth without a single wrinkle. She moved her lips faintly.

 

“Is this really the answer?”

 

Langsion narrowed his eyes.

 

“Are you dissatisfied?”

 

“…”

 

“The speed at which a curse lifts varies from god to god. The one Master encountered must have been quite a powerful deity.”

 

“Probably.”

 

Scylla nodded with a heavy expression. Then, suddenly, she looked at him.

 

“But how do you know so much about these things?”

 

“I’m a Theban. My bloodline is deeply tied to the gods, so I’ve picked up a lot of knowledge along the way.”

 

There was nothing particularly suspicious about the smooth, sly answer, so Scylla accepted it easily. Though he had dodged the question skillfully, Langsion clicked his tongue inwardly.

 

Scylla was starting to grow suspicious of the whole situation.

 

After the first time they joined bodies and confirmed the curse had eased, the two of them used the “lifting the curse” excuse to entwine themselves again and again—morning, noon, night, dawn—without discrimination of time or place. 

 

They built a simple shack to replace the burned-down cabin and rolled around inside it constantly.

 

Even though Scylla found it exhausting, she never refused Langsion’s touch. 

 

It was probably because of the goal that she had to break the curse. 

 

But her condition remained the same. When the moon rose, the curse lifted; when the sun rose, she turned back into the cursed old woman. 

 

The timing never shifted. Her curse had stalled, only half-undone.

 

He could feel her growing anxiety on her skin.

 

Langsion reached down and stroked their joined place with his fingers.

 

“Or perhaps… it’s because my love isn’t enough.”

 

In an instant, Scylla’s face filled with disgust as she glared at him. 

 

Langsion blinked, watching her raise her defenses like a porcupine bristling with spines.

 

Scylla spoke sharply.

 

“Don’t look at me like you’re the one being wronged.”

 

“I only have feelings of devotion toward Master.”

 

“You can set those feelings aside for now, I think.”

 

Her words were merciless, yet she made no move to stop Langsion’s hands from roaming over her body here and there. 

 

A faint, sweet moan slipped from her lips and wrapped pleasantly around his ears. 

 

Langsion moved his fingers slowly, rubbing her clit up and down.

 

“Ah…”

 

Having grown accustomed to his caresses over the past few days, she quickly fell into a dazed, heated gaze. 

She probably had no idea what kind of look she was giving him—or how powerfully those pleading, begging eyes stimulated him.

 

Langsion lowered his gaze and pressed his lips to the slender, pale column of her throat.

 

“Don’t be so anxious, Master. We’re making good progress right now.”

 

“…”

 

“I deeply respect you, and I love you. The one who can break your curse has to be me—no one else.”

 

“Love?”

 

Scylla murmured the word absently. 

 

Langsion arched one eyebrow high. He tried to keep a blank face, but his cheeks flushed a faint red. He bent his head and laid his ear against her chest. 

 

Because of his movement, Scylla—now lying flat on the blanket—muttered discontentedly.

 

“Don’t.”

 

But her sulky voice never reached Langsion’s ears.

 

Thump—

Thump-thump—

 

Her strong heartbeat rang in his ear like sweet music. Langsion half-closed his eyes.

 

Sometimes he couldn’t stand it anymore. 

 

Every time he discovered new proof that this unfortunate, lonely woman’s heart was slowly turning toward him.

 

Langsion lifted his head and looked at Scylla. 

 

Their eyes met. When her expression turned awkward, he gave her a soft smile. Then he suddenly leaned in and peppered her face with frantic kisses. 

 

Though his movements were a little rough, Scylla let out an annoyed moan but never pushed him away.

 

The little girl who once roamed the mountains picking wild raspberries had, in the blink of an eye, become an old woman.