Lanceil’s lips were as sweet as chocolate. Every time he nibbled Agatha’s lips, there was a sweet taste lingering at the tip of her tongue. “Ahhh… Hmmm.”And did she expect him to be this wild when it comes to kissing? It began with a soft nibbling, sandwiching her upper lips and lower lip alternately as if she was tasting a pudding that might break if he recklessly bites them. Yet seconds passed, and he was pinning her to the wall, pressing his firm body as hard as a rock, and holding her hands on the side of her head. Agatha had a dream of kissing her boss. In her wild fantasy, she and Lanceil were kissing wildly, touching each other while following the hungry urges of their bodies. She expected it to be this hot, sticky, and wild. And yet, she realized that fantasy was far from reality. It’s more than the word ‘wild.’ It was way more luscious and nerve-wracking. She felt like her whole body was struggling from a magnitude 7.6 earthquake, and she was only the victim.“Ahhh…” a

Third Person’s POVLanceil, who had no limit left in, immediately got on top of Agatha. A shadow fell over her. He kissed her like a madman, and as he bent down, his hard thing touched Agatha’s abdomen. He moved his waist little by little, searching for the wet core between her thighs. Agatha wasn’t stupid enough to figure out what Lanceil wanted to happen. And when the long kiss was over, she looked up to him. “It would be hurt… right?”“Are you scared?” Agatha shook her head. “Who told you that it would be hurt?” ‘Brett.’ Agatha felt bad that even during this moment, she thought of that guy, who taught her a lot of lewd things. He didn’t do it with Agatha, but he warned her that the first will be painful. On second thought, Vincent also warned her the same thing. “J-Just… I just thought it would be. You’re so big,” she shyly said. “So, you don’t want it?” Agatha glanced at him. “You don’t have a condom.” “Don’t worry. I won’t do it inside,” he promised. As if she had g

Third Person’s POV “I heard that you would stay here for you. Finally, you picked up the screws in your head.” Vincent looked at his father. If picking up the loose screws in his head meant staying here with his family, he would rather scatter them further away. Thanks to someone, he was forced to stay. “Start working and assist your brother. I’ll give you a good position. We will start a project next month. I think you can participate there.” “Sorry, Father. I think I am still incapable of working,” Vincent said.“Again? Incapable? Aren’t you tired of giving the same excuse?” Avoiding his father’s gaze, he stood up and responded, “I am sorry. Actually, I don’t feel quite good today. I’ll go now.” He walked out of the office hearing his Father’s voice fading as he moved farther. “Haaaa,” Vincent could breathe at ease outside the building. His head was still throbbing, as if there were hundreds of needles prickling his brain every time he breathed.When he arrived in front of L

Agatha’s POV[“Why didn’t you attend the class last night? I waited for you”]Sebastian sent me a text.I only stared at his text and sighed.He wasn’t talking to me that much even though we got separated after the field trip, since he was still sulky that I hid my relationship with Lawrence.‘If he knows more of my secret, I bet he’s going to be furious.’Therefore, I didn’t reply to Sebastian and decided to focus on my first date with Lanceil.The two of us walked through the park, ate delicious lunch and visited the museum. It was fun, and somehow, I forgot all of my worries, including Lanceil’s crazy brother, Vincent.At the end of the date, the two of us went to visit a cinema to watch a famous blockbuster movie that everyone was talking about.While waiting outside the cinema hall, I noticed that many women were looking on our side. They looked at me with envy, and I knew well why they were jealous.‘I know. This man beside me is hot as hell.’Planning to tease Lanceil, I leaned

Third Person’s POV This is the first time Agatha saw his manh**d closely. And seeing it for the second, she was convinced. ‘No wonder, I felt so sore after our first.’ She gulped. Pretending to relax, she smiled at Lanceil as she gently grabbed his shaft.‘I saw how Lanceil mast*rbates. Surely, I can imitate him.’She rocked her hands up and down around Lanceil’s huge shaft. That alone put a lot of strength in Lanceil’s thighs. “Ugh,” he groaned. Smirking, Agatha looked up at him and his tight expression. Then she imitated his words, “I am afraid someone will hear your voice. Tone it down, Lanceil.” Lanceil, who was lost in pleasure, could not hear anything anymore. How can he endure when the innocent Agatha was taking the initiative of pleasuring his sword? Quickly, he grabbed her head and put his glans to her lips. Agatha, who had never eaten a meat stick ever, froze with the contact of her lips and the c*ck in front of her. “Open your mouth. S*ck me, Agatha,” Lanceil said w