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Overwhelmed by shock, a faint trace of pheromones escaped from Sylvian’s body.

As their scents mixed, soft and delicate against his own, Zeroth pulled Sylvian closer.

“Hngh! Haa…”

Lick.

Sluurp.

Suddenly lifted and held in a tight embrace, Sylvian trembled as Zeroth licked and bit down on the nape of his neck.

“Your scent is so warm.”

“I… I like yours too, Zeroth.”

“That’s why you’re already this soaked.”

Zeroth bit and chewed on Sylvian’s nape, where the pheromone gland was located, while thrusting shallowly into his entrance.

Each time, a delicate stream of pheromones bubbled up from his neck, like a spring welling forth.

“Ah… ahh!”

“Oh dear, my dear spouse had asked for my permission, yet I couldn’t hold myself back.”

After spending a long time biting and sucking on Sylvian’s skin, Zeroth finally pulled away, revealing a nape flushed deep with congestion.

By morning, it would be beautifully marked with love.

With a hint of regret in his gaze, he ran his hand gently over the bruised skin before giving Sylvian’s hip a light tap.

“Now, let’s move again for our master.”

Sylvian, who had been moaning in Zeroth’s arms, steadied himself once more.

But his lower half had already gone weak, leaving him unable to muster any strength.

‘This is insane…’

Ever since his awakening, whenever heat came, he would take suppressants and endure it, never truly realizing just how overwhelming pheromones could be.

But after marrying Zeroth, he found himself utterly shaken every time they were intimate—drowned in the flood of pheromones, unable to keep his senses.

Sylvian reached down to his already ruined lower half.

The sheer intensity of Zeroth’s pheromones sent excitement coursing through his entire body.

His body trembled uncontrollably under the relentless force pressing into him, showing no mercy.

His fingers, shaking, brushed against the entrance.

“Haa…”

“You need to put it in properly. Only then will I allow you my cock, don’t you think?”

As Sylvian gathered his strength and pushed a finger inside, Zeroth let out a disapproving hum.

Hmm.

Should I make this a bit more fun?

As long as it didn’t hurt, he figured he could enjoy this in his own way.

Flashing a secretive grin, Sylvian did as instructed and pushed his finger in a little deeper.

“Ah—!”

“You’ve barely taken in one finger. And yet, you handle mine so well.”

Flustered by those words, he hurriedly added another finger.

A strained groan escaped him, but he wasn’t in pain.

After all, Zeroth had deliberately released his pheromones, soaking him thoroughly.

The only thing holding him back was the fear of doing it himself.

Watching Sylvian clumsily push two, then three fingers in at once, Zeroth smirked before clicking his tongue, making the sound deliberately loud.

“Aah…”

“Are you just going to sit there with them inside? Haa, this is boring enough to make me yawn.”

Slurp.

Sylvian’s wrist began to move slowly.

His fingers followed the motions he had made earlier—sometimes pushing in deep, sometimes working to stretch the opening.

The sight of his trembling waist and twitching hips was undeniably captivating.

“You won’t be able to make enough room for me with those small hands of yours, my dear.”

With a sigh-laced voice, Zeroth’s fingers slipped between Sylvian’s own.

“Ahhng!”

As Zeroth’s fingers pressed in alongside his own, the inner walls shuddered and clenched, letting out a strained cry.

“Hngh!”

“My dear, if you don’t stretch properly, you won’t be able to savor me the way you should.”

“Ahh! Y-Yes!”

Every time Zeroth’ fingers moved, Sylvian’s hand followed along, albeit slowly, doing his best to keep up.

“Mmngh!”

“You’ll have to try harder if you want to earn the privilege of taking your husband’s cock.”

“Hahk!”

Sylvian’s voice was already beginning to tremble.

The arm he had been using to prop himself up started to give way, slowly sinking down.

Smack!

“Ahh!”

“Maintain your posture properly.”

“Y-Yes!”

A sharp hand landed on his rear, but since he was biting his own hand, his reaction was different from usual.

Watching him, Zeroth’ eyes curved with amusement.

Smack!

“You need to take it in deeper. And beg properly if you want to have my cock.”

“Mmgh!”

‘I’m going crazy.’

Their fingers intertwined, pushing deep inside and stirring up his insides, leaving Sylvian unable to think straight.

He felt a slap against his rear, but more than that, the emptiness he was filling himself was far more urgent.

Releasing pheromones, he had no idea what he was doing—his trembling entrance was desperately seeking something firm.

Consumed by the burning thirst, Sylvian let out a choked whimper, his hips twitching on their own.

“Master… Master, ah…!”

As Zeroth’s long fingers pressed into the deepest part of him, his fingers barely grazed past in a frantic chase.

Sylvian didn’t even realize what he was doing—his body moved on its own, lost in the overwhelming sensation, surrendering completely.

“Aah! Ahh! Hngh! Ahh—!”

Every time the pale, supple buttocks bounced enticingly, Zeroth brought his hand down on them.

“You haven’t even been given a cock, yet you’re shamelessly shaking your ass like that!”

“Hik! I-It’s wrong! Hiiik!”

Squelch.

Zeroth, who had been teasing deeply with his fingers, lifted Sylvian’s body as he collapsed forward.

Because of that, Sylvian ended up kneeling, causing Zeroth’s fingers to sink even deeper inside him.

“M-Master, ahk! Master!”

As Sylvian desperately called out to him, his body trembling, Zeroth’ eyes darkened.

A fiery glow ignited in his crimson irises, resembling a blazing blue flame.

Unable to see Zeroth’ face, Sylvian surrendered himself to the waves of pleasure coursing through him, letting out cries without restraint.

The sensation felt just right somewhere, but when he flinched in surprise, his mind grew hazy as if shaken by the intensity of it.

“Hngh, Master…!”

“Come now, beg prettily and thank your master.”

Zeroth’ low, husky voice rang clearly in his ears.

Tears streamed down Sylvian’s face as he struggled to turn his head.

Do something… please.

Sylvian’s tear-streaked eyes sought out Zeroth.

“Master.”

The moment their gazes met—those green eyes, spreading like fresh foliage—Sylvian’s words fell like a verdict.

Before Sylvian could even ask for permission, Zeroth moved.

“Agh!”

Thud!

As the fingers withdrew from the tight, competing entrance, Zeroth’s rigid length plunged in all at once.

Sylvian, still kneeling, took him in completely.

Every time his body jolted upward, it felt like he might tip over, fear creeping in with the unsteady motion.

But before he could lose balance, a pair of strong hands seized his forearms and pulled him back down.

“Hhngh—!”

For a brief moment, he feared that Zeroth might scold him for not properly granting permission.

But that thought vanished as quickly as it came.

“Z-Zeroth! Ah—! Zeroth!”

Instead of calling him ‘Master’, Sylvian’s lips spilled Zeroth’s name like a sudden downpour.

Listening to his name pour from that small mouth, Zeroth kissed Sylvian with satisfaction.

At some point, Zeroth had risen to his knees.

Because of that, Sylvian was left dangling in midair, neither fully sitting nor standing, completely impaled by Zeroth.

“Yes! Yes! Zeroth!”

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