As he decided, he was here to make love, not to chat.

Instead, he focused his fingers on the bodice of her skirt, tugging.


Its zipper ripped with seemingly little effort from him and he let the skirt fall, it pooling around her legs.

Sketchy clothes. Easy access... Just do it, Michel. What are you waiting for?

Kaylin jumped with each touch of his hand and bit her lower lip, as he traced his fingers up her back, playing with the black button that held it in place, pondering once more at the time.


Why are you hesitant? Do it.

He let go of her, unbuttoned his vest, threw it aside, and kicked off his shoes.


"Undress me," Michel said, his voice leaving no room for protest.

Maybe she can just help him through it?

Kaylin eagerly stepped forward and knelt in front of him, unbuttoning his shirt, and fumbling for a moment with his belt before steadying his fingers enough to unfasten it along with the buttons and buckle his scissors.

She slowly pulled them down, not wanting to let his urgency deny her small pleasure in revealing his masculinity little by little.

Then she let his pants drop around his ankle and couldn't resist reaching up to grab it.

But Michel smacked her hand.

"No. Stand up."

She lifted her chin and refused with a pout.

When she didn't react quickly enough, Michel leaned over, grabbed a handful of her hair, and brought her to her feet as she whimpered.

She needs to hurry. His thoughts are drifting to a strange place and he doesn't want to go there.

He hugged her in his arms. The scent of her body wafted out. He could smell that fragrance from a mile away and he hated it.

Michel pulled her hair, pushing her head back and exposing her neck.

Kaylin squirmed against him.

She's no match when he bites her neck and then sucks where he's bitten, leaving her with a dark red mark that's hard to cover up in the morning.

Her struggle against him left him gasping for breath as he took off her chest harness in turn.

Michel. Stop thinking.

He pushed her back and then pushed her back onto the bed, a gasp of surprise escaping her lips as he tugged at her corset.

The cheap metal hooks only held for a short while before pulling straight under his efforts.

Cheap clothes. The skin had been touched by him and other men millions of times.

Do not think. You just need to do it.

Finally, Michel tore the corset away and immediately began kneading her breasts, pressing his face between them before biting one, then the other.

You have to like this, asshole.

"What's wrong with me..." Michel muttered to himself, his voice low and speechless.

And Kaylin barely heard them, frowning momentarily but the feeling of his hand on hers distracted her enough to not care.

Was it because her breasts weren't perfectly shaped as if they were handmade to the exact size that would fit in the palm of his hand?

He wanted to tell himself that boobs like that didn't exist, but he knew he'd be lying if he did.

Because he felt them.

He let go of his hand for a moment, receiving a questioning look from the girl below.

Michel could tell she was about to ask him if he was okay again, when he just pushed himself again, placing his hand on her chest.

Kaylin resists him, knowing exactly what she wants as she reaches out and grabs his hip, urging him on for more.

Fanny.

The moment that girl's real name entered his mind, he angrily grabbed Kaylin's wrists, pinning them to the bed.

Are not.

"Sit still, Kaylin."

No matter how she moved or pulled, she couldn't escape his grip.

Angry, he looked down at her.

"I said lay still." He shouted.

But Kaylin had had enough, struggling but finally kicking her foot between his.

"Get out." She yelled back, rolled a painful Michel out of her body, and got out of bed immediately.

"Damn it." Michel's hand automatically went between his legs to keep himself there, cursing as he squirmed back and forth on the mattress.

---

"The marriage was arranged by Vengo. Farrah is the daughter of team leader Wilson, so it makes sense for Michel to marry her." Andy shrugged as he and Fanny were strolling through the large garden behind the property.

He went to her room to check on her after she didn't come for breakfast and Vengo got upset.

He also doesn't necessarily want to eat beef with her after they become best friends.

He considered her the little sister he never had and when he was very upset at dinner the night before, he felt extremely guilty.

Fanny was silent at the explanation, just sitting down on a small bench overlooking a small pond.

"Listen, Short Legs. I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I guess it's pretty common in our family, you know? That marriage was just to create an alliance." He sat next to Fanny, not liking her gloomy expression.

Fanny looked straight ahead, trying to see the scene before her as she sighed deeply.

"Do they love each other?" She asked in a small voice, hoping that didn't sound as pathetic as she felt.

Andy let out an amused laugh.

"You're kidding, right? I told you it was an alliance and the engagement didn't stop him from messing up in the last year. I don't think it would stop him from messing up after the wedding either. That's why I honestly probably didn't even think of telling you about this sooner. I don't think that matters to Michel." He casually told her as he picked up a few pebbles from the ground and started tossing them into the pond one by one.

"However, it's important to me," Fanny said simply.

Andy shrugged.

"I see. But to answer your question, no, they're not in love. I think Michel probably only spoke to her a few times during our time with Wilson. And though anyway, Michel isn't capable of loving anyone..."