Third Person’s POV

As soon as Agatha confessed what she felt while sitting next to Lanceil, the boss pretty long fingers shoved between her thighs. 

He slid the wet undergarment, that was soaked just by thinking of him, and pushed his fingers into her h*le. 

“…!” 

Agatha gasped without sound. There was a little water in her eyes, but Lanceil had no intention of looking into her expression because he knew that if he did, then there was no backing down from this part. 

No. 

Lanceil had no attention to backing down either. 

“N-Not here, Lanceil,” Agatha begged. 

When she whispered in his ears, her shy voice ignited the fire...