It was still bright outside when Miyu stirred, her lashes fluttering before her violet eyes blinked open slowly.

Her body shifted slightly on the sheets, and her voice came out soft and hoarse.

"M… my… Eran…"

Eran, who had been sitting at the edge of the bed, turned his head toward her.

His calm, faintly amused smile greeted her as he reached out, brushing the damp hair from her cheek and tracing along her warm skin with the back of his fingers.

"Miyu," he said quietly. "You're awake."

She shifted toward him slowly, still heavy with the aftermath of what had just happened, her face deep crimson as her gaze took him in.

"You're… dressed already?" she asked in a near whisper.

"Sure," Eran replied with that same faint curve of his lips.

"You slept for a while. I figured I'd let you rest a bit."

Miyu's gaze dropped lower, and her breath caught, seeing the state of her own body.

Her thighs were still parted loosely, her pussy red and puffy, glistening with a mix of slick and his cum. Her whole body seemed marked with the memory of him.

Her cheeks flushed even hotter as she turned her head back toward him, almost shy but unable to stop herself from saying it.

"You… you fucked me so hard… I've never… never been this wet before…"

Her voice cracked, her words stumbling into silence as if her pride wouldn't let her say more.

Eran leaned closer, his gaze locking with hers, and asked in a low, calm voice,

"How do you feel right now, Miyu?"

She didn't answer with words.

Instead, her hand slowly reached out, finding his wrist. She guided his hand toward her face, letting him brush across her flushed cheeks before sliding it lower across the curve of her chest, where her nipples stood taut, and down to her still-sensitive pussy.

She held his hand there, her violet eyes glassy as she asked softly, almost pleadingly,

"How does it feel… to you?"

Eran's lips curved into a teasing smirk as he shifted closer, his presence heavy and deliberate.

Without a word, he let the tip of his finger trail lower, brushing just past the curve of her ass.

Miyu's body jolted, a soft moan breaking from her lips as her thighs instinctively tightened around his wrist.

But Eran didn't rush.

He withdrew his hand slowly, deliberately, until the same slick finger that had just touched her heat was raised to her lips.

Her breath trembled as her glassy violet eyes stayed locked on his.

Then, almost shyly, she parted her lips and took his finger into her mouth, sucking gently.

The sight made Eran's smirk deepen.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his voice calm but threaded with warmth.

Miyu's reply came soft, her words muffled around his finger before she pulled back, cheeks flushed even redder.

"It feels… warm… and sweet…"

She parted her mouth again, her tongue peeking out as if in invitation.

Eran's gaze darkened faintly, and he used his thumb to press against her tongue, dragging down slowly until her slick coated it.

"Yes," he murmured, his tone low and approving.

"It's warm."

His gaze lingered on hers, his thumb still brushing against her parted lips before he finally withdrew.

"You need to clean yourself up," Eran said softly, "I'll be leaving to my chambers soon… it's getting late already."

Miyu sat up reluctantly, her body still trembling faintly, then let out a small breath and nodded.

"Sure…" she whispered, her voice low but steady.

She rose from the bed with that same poised grace, the unmistakable pride of a noblewoman now laid completely bare before him.

Eran's smirk deepened as his eyes lingered on her form, not just the flushed marks across her skin, but the way she carried herself even in this state.

She crossed the room with quiet, deliberate steps, and when she reached her wardrobe, she pulled a fresh robe from within.

For a moment, Eran's gaze caught on the faint crest sewn into the corner of the fabric... a small, intricate stone insignia that marked her house.

"You really are one true noble," he said softly, a faint smile touching his lips.

Miyu glanced over her shoulder, her own lips curling into a small, tired smile, crimson still high on her cheeks.

"Not when you ruin me…" she whispered back.

Then she turned fully, pulling the robe over her shoulders and tying it at the waist with calm precision.

"You're my true noble," she said quietly as she stepped toward him, her words carrying that mixture of pride and surrender that made Eran's smirk deepen even more.

He stood, closing the quiet space between them in two slow steps.

Miyu barely had time to breathe before she felt his warmth press against her, the light rub of his body through the thin fabric making her nipples harden beneath the robe.

He leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed her ear.

"You sure, Miyu?" he murmured, his smirk audible in his tone.

Miyu let out a quiet chuckle, the sound soft and low, almost like a purr.

She tilted her head just slightly toward him, violet eyes hazy but clear enough to hold his.

"You're my only noble," she whispered back, her lips brushing the corner of his jaw.

"You've me…"

Her words hung in the air, fragile and yet certain, before she finally drew back just enough to look at him fully, her face flushed but no longer shy... only proud, as if offering him the last piece of her without regret.

Eran's smirk deepened, a faint glint in his eyes as he slowly bent and pressed a kiss to her forehead, a gesture soft enough to undo the tension that had been simmering in the air.

"I'll be leaving to my chambers now," he murmured, his voice calm but carrying that teasing weight only Miyu could read.

Then he stepped back, letting the warmth of his body pull away from hers.

He turned toward the door, his pace unhurried, each step deliberate.

Behind him, Miyu stood still, robe clutched loosely around her, her violet gaze sharp and unwavering, following him until the door closed.

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