Mermaid Trap

Before she could even ask what was going on, Kian climbed into the carriage first, extending his hand.

“Come on, Vivi.”

Vivianne looked back at Theodore with a bewildered face before taking his hand. Theodore, who was watching his master and Vivianne alternately, had a rather complicated expression.

“He said it was urgent.”

His tone was kind, but it was clear he wanted her to take Kian’s hand without hesitation.

If something urgent was happening, Theodore would be more helpful than she was. It felt strange no matter how she thought about it.

Still confused about what was going on, she reluctantly took Kian’s hand. As soon as she climbed into the carriage, the door closed, and it began moving without delay.

She didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to Theodore before they were off.

“…What now?”

Vivianne clung to the window, watching Theodore disappear from view. As his figure grew smaller and eventually vanished, Kian’s languid voice whispered in her ear.

“Are you worried about Theo?”

His solid torso pressed against her back. As he whispered softly, he wrapped one arm around her waist and held the hand she had on the window with his other.

Kian’s hand was still warm from earlier, and so was his breath against her ear. When she turned around, startled, his soft lips touched her cheek. The unexpected kiss made her heartbeat quicken.

His lips, like his hands, carried a subtle warmth.

“Hmm?”

When she didn’t respond, he persistently asked.

“Well… if he’s left alone, he might have a hard time. I’d feel lost if it were me.”

“Don’t worry. Theo’s different from you. He’ll be fine.”

He assured her without hesitation, just as he had when he marked her breast in the carriage earlier.

“What?”

“He can live without me.”

His voice was playful.

It felt like he was saying that unlike Theodore, she couldn’t live without him.

That’s true. But…

…It still made her feel a bit sad.

“It’s a bit disappointing, Vivi.”

As always, when they were together, Kian didn’t give her time to dwell on such idle thoughts.

“I’m the one with the urgent matter, and you’re worrying about Theo.”

He nuzzled his forehead against her neck, uncharacteristically whining. Even though his affection made her shoulders twitch from the ticklish sensation, he continued relentlessly.

“Should I just fire Theo because I’m upset?”

And, as always, he followed with a direct threat.

His behavior, constantly shifting, left her feeling completely off balance.

Had she been too thoughtless towards Kian, startled by the sudden situation?

“That’s not it… I was just surprised. I’m sorry, Kian.”

Vivianne apologized in a panic. The ticklish air around her neck made it seem like he enjoyed seeing her flustered.

“My body feels a bit hot. Are you really okay? If there’s anything I can do to help, I will.”

“Let’s see.”

For some reason, he acted more with his hands than with words. The hand around her waist moved up and began unbuttoning her jacket.

When their eyes met, he gave her a loose smile, lifting the corners of his mouth.

“It’s a bit warm.”

Was it because her dress had an open back? As soon as the jacket slipped off, a cool feeling washed over her skin.

“Right, Vivi?”

But the coolness vanished quickly as he nuzzled the back of her neck with his lips. With her hair pinned up by Matilda, her long, deer-like neck was fully exposed to the warmth of his kisses.

“…Kian.”

“You said you’d help if you could.”

He whispered playfully, his lips close to her ear.

“Help me. Now.”

“Yes. Just let me, ah, adjust myself a bit…”

Her toes curled involuntarily as if consumed by ticklishness, and her body trembled. It was hard to maintain this position. Vivianne quickly turned to check Kian’s condition.

Seeing him from the front made it impossible not to notice the problem. The Opera booth had been dark, and she hadn’t seen him well as he walked ahead. His front was bulging as if it would burst.

“You can’t stand the ticklish feeling, can you? Neither can I.”

Kian bent slightly to meet her eyes.

“I felt like going crazy since the kiss earlier.”

“……”

“You made a sane man get hard in a public place. You must be enjoying yourself.”

If it had been since the kiss, it meant he had been holding back for quite a while since the performance had just started.

Vivianne kept her eyes fixed on the bulge between his legs with an astonished look.

Well, if this was the reason, it made sense they left quickly to avoid the public gaze.

“…I’ll help. Now.”

Leaving everything else aside, it seemed urgent to relieve the tension in his pants. She hurriedly reached for the buckle of his trousers.

But.

How does this work?

“……”

“……”

Kian watched her fumble, trying to figure out what she intended to do, but seeing her struggle, he unfastened the buckle himself.

As soon as he did, a massive, club-like member sprang free. Though she had seen it many times, Vivianne swallowed nervously, clearly tense.

Her trembling eyes and small hands hesitated in the air. Kian, who was about to tell her to mount, found her expression amusing and stayed silent, watching her.

She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath as if making up her mind. She wiggled her small hands and grasped the base of the huge organ.

Finding it difficult to hold with one hand, she clasped it with both.

Even that sight made him feel like he might come. Suddenly, she bent over and took the tip into her small, quivering lips. She tried to suck it, but it wasn’t going as she planned; even with her cheeks puffed out, she couldn’t swallow half of it.

Her clumsy attempt made Kian feel a surge of arousal, and he involuntarily pulled Vivianne away.

“Who taught you this?”

Kian’s face twisted in irritation.

“I’m asking, who taught you?”

“S-Spencer… Miss Spencer.”

“Miss Spencer, my ass.”

Despite such humiliation, she still called her teacher with respect. Pathetic. It was infuriating.

Pointlessly.

Teaching her such things.

Kian felt anger towards the Countess, but seeing Vivianne looking nervously at him, his irritation grew even more. Despite not doing anything wrong, she was trembling like a frightened bird, probably scared by his harsh tone.

“She said if I did this, Kian would like it.”

Of course, generally speaking, that was true. Even the officers returning to the regiment would boast of their tales of oral pleasure, praising it highly.

Kian enjoyed it too.

But the problem was he was overly aroused by this woman’s inept movements.

He almost came without even thrusting a few times, about to spill his seed on her innocent face.

He wished she had just done what she was told. No, he didn’t mind if she did nothing. Just touching her was enough to make his cock hard. Even imagining undressing her was enough.

He jerked off every day like a horny beast because of her even when they were apart.

His anger at Spencer teaching her this had made him temporarily forget. Had he not known, he would have suspected another man, hunted him down, and gouged out his eyes, cut off his hands and tongue.

He loathed the idea of anyone else’s hands on his. Penelope Stewart’s overstepping with her doll clothes and bursting the front of her dress had been a reaction to that.

He liked having control. Calculating every move and making her crave the sweet reward. The moment even a trivial thing slipped out of control, the cracks inside him grew larger and uncontrollable.

The one in control becoming the controlled starts from such minor miscalculations.

“That’s enough. Get on top and wrap your arms around my neck.”

“Huh?”

“Spread your legs and sit on me.”

Vivianne obediently positioned herself facing him, but she soon encountered a problem. She couldn’t quite manage the erect penis, hovering awkwardly without fully lowering herself. It seemed she found it challenging to sit down or insert it, so he helpfully positioned it in front of her navel.

It’s my first time too, but…

Why does she have to be so clumsy in everything?

Seeing the deep cleavage just below his line of sight, Kian felt his patience completely run out.

With a large hand, he pulled down the front of her dress, revealing her two ample breasts right in front of him.