Third Person’s POV

Lanceil, who had no limit left in, immediately got on top of Agatha. 

A shadow fell over her. He kissed her like a madman, and as he bent down, his hard thing touched Agatha’s abdomen. He moved his waist little by little, searching for the wet core between her thighs. 

Agatha wasn’t stupid enough to figure out what Lanceil wanted to happen. And when the long kiss was over, she looked up to him. 

“It would be hurt… right?”

“Are you scared?” 

Agatha shook her head. 

“Who told you that it would be hurt?” 

‘Brett.’ 

Agatha felt bad that even during this moment, she thought of that...