His low voice reverberated. His fingers swiftly snapped the buttons around her chest off.

“Really, no?” (Raven)

Her lips clammed up, just like shells. It was clear that her face, which was covered with silver hair, would be blazing red even without looking at it.

He searched everywhere to meet her eyes. The thought of them made his body aflutter. He drew back her chin and kissed her.

A thin bustier was revealed as he pulled down her clothes. His lips traced her down from neck to shoulder while enjoying the roundness of her curves.

“It’s your last chance.” (Raven)

“……….” (Molitia)

“Shall we really not do it, my wife?” (Raven)

She couldn’t believe that she allowed him to heat her up. There is no crueler mercy than this. His hands were still stirring, apparently not letting the heat to cool off.

‘…This is so painful.’

Molitia’s lips parted when she felt that she had reached the point, where it might just hurt slightly if only they were to be more careful.

“If you don’t do it too hard, then……” (Molitia)

“That’s going to be hard to keep.” (Raven)

It had already been a long time since he had accentuated his presence near her bottom. His lower body, simply speaking, was hardly so.

Her sweet scent had always seemed to stimulate his patience. Both, her tight body, which was enveloped in his hands and the excessively soft skin had aroused his desire.

He lifted Molitia up. He carefully placed her on the bed before she could flail around in surprise.

“I’ll try instead.” (Raven)

He stripped the clothes off her waist. Her body shrank when her bare skin was exposed in an instant, except for her underwear. As opposed to the darkness of the night, the sun was still up in the sky, which revealed her very figure.

He spread her legs, holding onto them so strong that he left a red mark on her soft thigh. Molitia trembled as he removed her wet underwear.

Her underwear slipped down to her thigh. It was the only thing that remained on his finger and as if he wouldn’t want to leave it alone, he peeled off the last remaining clothing from the bustier.

‘It’s just me again……’

Unlike Molitia who was not wearing a stitch, he was fully dressed—complete with a jacket. If only his sleeves had not been stained in red, he would have been able to go out.

He must have felt her gaze and looked down. Pft, he laughed.

“Do you want me to take it off?” (Raven)

“Yeah?” (Molitia)

“Because I’m always watching you.” (Raven)

“Well, that can’t be…” (Molitia)

She hesitated as she tried to say something of a great deal in a hurry. Her eyes, which locked into Raven’s, were very lovely that he had to suppress his desire for a moment.

It took a lot of courage in her to open her mouth and only after her lips flushed furiously, did she succeed.

“…can I?” (Molitia)

“Of course. I don’t think there’s a wife in this world who can’t take her husband’s clothes off.” (Raven)

“Then, I’ll take it off.” (Molitia)

It was quite a surprising remark. He then sat beside her while holding back his gleeful laughter.

“As you please.” (Raven)

Her hand brushed against the collar carefully. The hands that were undoing the buttons one by one, trembled slightly. It was quite cute to see her concentrating so much.

“It’s a long way from being unbuttoned.” (Raven)

“Hey, wait. I’m trying to loosen it. This is because of you…” (Molitia)

Raven swallowed her soft lips whole. They were so alluring that it couldn’t be helped. After he had a short taste of her mouth, he looked over her lips and saw Molitia’s blank face.

“You?” (Raven)

“…because you’re wearing clothes with too many buttons.” (Molitia)

In the end, Raven gave a short laugh. At the sound of his hearty chuckle, Molitia’s ears flushed furiously.

“Okay, I’ll prepare clothes with less buttons next time.” (Raven)

What did he mean? With a boiling face, Molitia hastened her hands to work even further. When she had finished unbuttoning, her eyes fell on his well-built chest. She took his coat and shirt off before turning her eyes to his ripped abs.