As I turned my head away, avoiding the approaching Kamian, I opened my coat.

"...I just wanted to see if it was time for you to do the laundry, that's all."

"Despite that, you seemed quite enthusiastically buried in your own face."

"...Can't you just let it go?"

Kamian smirked and snatched the laundry from my arms.

"Instead, don't sleep today."

It took a full revolution in my mind to grasp the meaning of his words. Already half a month had passed. The days were passing by faster than ever. The hectic workload during the harvest season had also contributed to my dulled sense of time.

"I won't sleep. Are you going out again? Weren't we supposed to have dinner?"

"I'm going to have dinner at Mrs. Rosalyn's place. The work isn't finished yet."

"If that's the case, why did you bother coming home?"

Kamian gently brushed his fingertips against my cheek.

"Even if it's just for a minute, it's more comfortable to rest at home."

And with that, Kamian, seemingly in a rush, came home briefly and immediately left without even sitting down.

I sat on his bed, gazing at the open door.

"I didn't realize you came because you missed me. You sly fox."

* * *

Until the evening, I had slept without waking up even once. Despite having a full stomach, drowsiness overwhelmed me, and I replenished my sleep with a shallow nap for about 30 minutes.

In my heart, I wished to continue sleeping straight through until morning, but due to the words Kamian had said during the day, I forcibly lifted my heavy head.

"I told you not to fall asleep first..."

Even though I knew it, I let out a yawn and felt dazed.

If I had known today was the fifteenth day, I wouldn't have set out to get tomatoes. My weary body was not recovering easily. If things continued like this, I might lose my self-control and succumb to Kamian's advances.

"It's highly likely to happen."

I had to come up with a plan. I wiped my gaunt face with both hands and forced myself up from the heavy body. Slowly scanning the room, which I knew well enough to visualize even with my eyes closed, my gaze suddenly stopped. I opened the last drawer of the desk, which I rarely opened.

Various odds and ends were piled up in disorder. I bent my knees and sat, leaning my head into the drawer. I rummaged through scissors, writing paper, and hairpins I used when I was young. Then, this summer, I pulled out the remaining fabric that I had used to make curtains.

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"This should work."

I covered my mouth with the fabric and tightly tied a knot behind my head. If I sealed my mouth shut, I could prevent myself from saying foolish things like wanting to do it with Kamian or not being able to resist.

With determination, I waited for Kamian to arrive.

Warmth caressed around my eyes and swept away from my cheeks. Unconsciously, my mind, which had been submerged, slowly returned, and my eyelids opened. In the darkness, I could vaguely see the contours of a face.

"Did I sleep?"

"Your nose was snoring."

Kamian, who had taken up the space next to my bed without me noticing, lightly nudged the corner of my mouth.

"I even drooled."

"I was trying not to sleep..."

"What's this? Why are you doing something dangerous like this?"

The fabric that I had tied over my mouth was dangling from my neck.

"I wanted to seal my mouth today."

"Why?"

His voice sank deeper than darkness. As much as the scoundrel knew about me, I, too, readily discerned the changes in Kamian. It was evident that my words did not sit well with him.

"Perhaps I will spout nonsense again."

"......"

"If you don't want to witness me dying of embarrassment, please refrain from such statements."

I drew the fabric up to my throat and firmly fastened it. I looked at the ceiling, laying down to signify readiness, and tapped the bed as if to signal. Kamian emitted a sound that could have been laughter or a sigh, then climbed on top of me.

A gentle warmth subtly pressed against my body. In the darkness, we communicated through our eyes alone, replacing words with glances.

Kamian, without averting his gaze from mine, tidied my disheveled locks that scattered haphazardly on the pillow. I could sense the fabric of his clothes sliding down below my shoulders under his touch. The cool air sensitized my skin. My body tensed momentarily. Warm breath, contrasting against the cold, brushed against my neck. And then, soft lips sucked gently, and a moist tongue slowly traced my skin. A strange shiver ran through my entire being.

"Ugh..."

An involuntary sound escaped even though the blood had not yet rushed. Embarrassment overwhelmed me, and my cheeks blazed with heat. Did Kamian hear it? It wasn't a loud noise... he couldn't have heard... please, let him not have heard...

"Ughh!!"

Suddenly, he set his teeth, as if trying to rid my mind of intrusive thoughts. Something sharp and pointed pierced through the flesh. A scorching pang spread from my throat. I clung tightly to Kamian's back, trembling uncontrollably. With each time Kamian moved his mouth to draw in blood, the pain gradually faded away, and my body relaxed languidly. Then, a surge of sensuality filled me, as if hot water was spreading throughout my body.

"Uhh... mmm, mmm!"

The sensuality that had tingled from the tips of my toes surged through my veins and coursed through my entire being. My head melted dizzily, and there was an itchiness between my legs. Thump, thump, thump, thump. My heart began to race wildly. Breathing accelerated, and unwittingly, my body twitched. Haah, haah... I exerted force in my body, pulling Kamian close, then pushed his thick arm away while shaking my head.

I felt like I was going insane. If I didn't engage in that act immediately, I felt like I might suffocate and die. My head and instincts were fixated on one desire, like a wild horse.

It felt like thousands of blossoms were blooming inside me. I had no idea that lying still, unable to do anything, could be so agonizing. I desperately wanted to climb up on Kamian, greedily taste his lips, and feel the splendid ecstasy with my bare flesh. However, my rigid body stood like a rock, blocking my own desires. I thrashed about like a fish thrown onto the ground.

"Huep, ep!"

She nestled his thigh between her legs and pressed her lower body against him. Kamian grazed her inner thighs subtly, producing a soft scratching sound. Yet desire did not abate in the slightest; instead, it etched itself more vividly. This overwhelming sensation, pulsating to the point of making her stomach churn, felt not only burdensome but also eerily peculiar.

"Kamian, I feel feverish."

Muffled moans reverberated as her words got muffled by the cloth covering her mouth.

"Um, uh, mm!"