Sexual Appointment (3)

Theron had refused to let today come, yet he had planned out the entire concept for their night together in advance.
Lately, he had been gradually forgetting his original concept of a pure-hearted man, but it was time to put that mask back on.
It was Selene’s first time with a man, and for that, he needed to give her a good fantasy about the experience.
Not something dirty or painful at all, but a feeling of being truly loved and cherished.
In fact, that concept was also for Theron himself.
Recalling how he would get insanely excited every time their bodies brushed against each other, it was obvious he would become as rough as a beast at the sight of Selene’s naked body.
If she were to be disgusted by that sight and declare she would never sleep with him again, he would be the one at a loss.
With that intention, he had put a brake on himself with the pure-hearted man concept.
No matter what happened, he would not get excited and run wild, but would revere Selene Ashcombe like a queen and make today unforgettable.
Although he had gone a little off track when he saw Selene’s stockings that she had unintentionally left behind.
Still, as he kissed Selene and continued with a careful kiss, Theron found himself immersed in the moment rather than in desire.
It was not about base sexual lust, but about cherishing Selene first.
Strangely, it was not an act that fit the pre-planned pure-hearted man concept, but rather a desire that she would remember this moment with joy every time he removed a piece of her clothing.
With that desire, his heart pounded harder.
The abnormal heartbeat made his mouth dry and his fingertips tremble.
‘Trembling?’
Theron found himself ridiculous and chuckled inwardly.
Had he ever trembled like this during lovemaking?
As far as he could remember, there was no similar moment.
Even without lovemaking, Theron had rarely trembled like this in his entire life.
Even when his less-than-human father approached him, drunk and swinging his fists, he would curse but not tremble in fear.
Then, Theron suddenly remembered a moment when his chest had trembled like this.
It was when he had learned the piano from a part-time pianist at a pub and performed in front of people for the first time.
At that time, his heart had fluttered as if he had eaten something wrong.
And yet, he didn’t dislike that fluttering, and the corners of his mouth kept rising, as if the delicate petals of a spring flower were floating in his heart.
If he had to define that feeling now, would it be similar to excitement?
Theron was somewhat confused.
If this feeling was similar to that time, it meant he was feeling excited while being treated as a tool.
‘This is another kind of perversion…’
Still, it was a relief that his trembling, the true nature of which he himself did not know, did not last long.
As each piece of clothing surrounding Selene was removed, his reason was also stripped away one by one, and he was getting closer to instinct.
If he had his way, he wanted to do something about his throbbing erection, but Theron’s faint reason was still holding on.
It was because of that desire.
The desire to have a night of lovemaking that Selene would find much more satisfying, so much so that she would be enraptured.
And that desire, surprisingly, allowed him to endure the desire that had grown to its fullest.
Selene seemed to be enjoying herself.
She looked like a cat that was about to purr and writhe its body at any moment.
Theron swallowed dryly again and again.
His throat was sore from continuously swallowing non-existent saliva.
“I think you’re ready, so I’m going to put it in now.”
Theron announced the time had come as he unbuckled his pants.
At his words, Selene stared intently at his lower body.
Just as she had observed his chest when he took off his shirt, she seemed to be doing the same with his lower body.
Selene’s brow furrowed.
“…If you put that in, my body might be pierced.”
“I’m sorry, but that won’t happen.”
Theron felt a little wronged.
After all the patience he had shown to make it less painful for Selene, to get such a reaction.
Still, Theron gently coaxed her, thinking it was a good thing that Selene was lying naked in front of him without any fuss.
“I’ll try my best not to hurt you.”
“…”
“But if you still don’t like it, I’ll pull out midway. I promise, Selene.”
It was not just a means of persuasion.
Theron was truly determined to try his best today, even if it meant his patience would be ground to a pulp, for Selene to fully feel him.
At Theron’s serious gaze, Selene finally nodded.
“Alright… try it.”
Selene, who looked dazed, obediently wrapped her arms around Theron’s neck.
As if that were a flag of permission, Theron relentlessly pushed into her.
Selene’s voice, seized by desire, was more than just something that excited his lower body.
It was like the piano melody he had listened to, mesmerized, while mopping the floor at the pub in the past.
Theron, using Selene’s moans and the sloppy sound of their lower bodies colliding as music, closed his eyes tightly and surrendered his body to the surging pleasure.
It seemed it was he, not Selene, who would not be able to forget this day.

On a ripe autumn day when the clear sky was high, Gwendolyn put a pie made with well-dried raisins and prunes in a pretty dessert box and visited the annex of the Ashcombe ducal estate.
A neat knock echoed through the quiet country villa, which rarely had visitors.
Knock, knock.
Before long, a maid who served Beatrix opened the door.
“I’ve come to see the madam.”
As Gwendolyn said with a gentle smile, the maid nodded familiarly.
“She is waiting in the sunroom.”
Following the maid, she saw Beatrix in the sunroom, looking at the afternoon garden bathed in sunlight.
Gwendolyn stood at the doorway and greeted her.
“I’ve come to see you, madam. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you in person, after only exchanging letters.”
“It was enough to see your face this spring.”
Despite Beatrix’s blunt reply, Gwendolyn did not erase her smile and sat down in the chair opposite her.
“Yes. Still, I’ve been waiting for today because I wanted to tell you what I’ve seen and heard in person.”
“It seems Selene is getting along well with that man, doesn’t it?”
“That’s what it looks like to me.”
Gwendolyn took out the pie she had brought and cut it into easy-to-eat pieces with the cutlery the maid had brought.
Amidst the savory smell of the pastry and the sweet and sour scent of the dried fruit, Gwendolyn’s recent memory came to mind.
Contrary to his appearance of kicking the trash can at the ducal estate, Theron had visited after a long time a few days ago and spent a long time in Selene’s room.
He had come around 2 p.m. and left around 8 p.m., so it could be called a long time.

“…Excuse me. I was having a deep conversation with Selene and lost track of time.”

He had made an unasked-for excuse as if he were embarrassed to have stayed in a lady’s room for half a day, and then left the mansion.
Without completely wiping off the red lipstick stain on his mouth.
It was obvious what a man and a woman would do alone in a room, and since it was publicly known that the two were in a serious relationship, there was no need to make such an excuse, but Gwendolyn decided to pretend not to know, seeing Theron leaving with his shirt not even fully buttoned.
“What do you think?”
At Beatrix’s question, Gwendolyn held out a fork with a piece of pie on it and looked up.
“He doesn’t seem like a bad person.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes. Even though Mr. Cox may have made some kind of deal with Lord Orlando.”
At Gwendolyn’s answer, Beatrix raised an eyebrow.
“That’s the problem. A man with a sane mind wouldn’t approach a woman just for money.”
Yes, that was perhaps Theron Cox’s biggest flaw.
Since his beginning was approaching her precious young lady at Orlando’s suggestion to seduce her.
Gwendolyn herself didn’t know how surprised she was when she first heard that fact from Beatrix.
She knew Orlando wanted to get the title back, but she hadn’t realized he wanted it so much that he would make his only niece a divorcee.
Gwendolyn had learned that fact when Beatrix had secretly called her this spring.

“I think Orlando is up to something.”

Beatrix, while staying in this quiet villa, had a person attached to her eldest son and was constantly watching him.
However, Beatrix, who she thought would immediately tell Selene his true identity, surprisingly ordered Gwendolyn to just watch Theron for the time being.
Nevertheless, Gwendolyn, feeling sorry for him as he was being pushed around by Selene, had broken her command and recently given Theron a hint.
Gwendolyn remembered that Selene, who had gone out to buy a metronome, had returned home with a somewhat relieved face.
“You seem to disapprove of that man, so why did you just tell me to watch him, madam?”
Gwendolyn asked about Beatrix’s true intentions.