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Worried that he might go too deep, Ernst wrapped his large hand over Julie’s small one and gently guided her movements, ensuring he didn’t penetrate too far. As he moved his hips, the friction against her tight walls made her sob, while the muscles inside clung tenaciously to him, causing him to pause and catch his breath.

“Julie, cry for me, even just a little.”

“Hnnnh, haa… Ha, Your Highness.”

“You’re beautiful, aren’t you? So beautiful.”

With his thrusts becoming shallower and quicker, their breaths grew ragged. Ernst’s other hand kneaded her brxxst, causing sticky milk to dribble out, milk meant to nourish their soon-to-be-born child.

Watching the milk with an almost insatiable thirst, Ernst circled his hips slowly. His tip, which never fully pushed past the tight entrance, began to curve inward, persistently pressing against Julie’s deepest spot.

Pressed repeatedly, the insistent pressure made Julie weep, muffling her cries with her hand. Ernst then started to move more vigorously. Even without fully penetrating, the sensation of his tip and shaft being tightly gripped made him feel like he could cxm at any moment.

A bit more, just a bit harder, a bit deeper!

“Ggh!”

Unable to withstand the rising tide of orgasm, Ernst pulled out and rubbed his swollen glans against her aroused clxxoris, releasing thick, milky sxmxn that smeared her mound.

“Hng, nngh…”

Julie hadn’t reached her peak, but her body responded, trembling as Ernst mixed his sxmxn with her arousal, rubbing it into her clxxoris. Her inner walls, unable to fully swallow his shaft, swallowed the thick liquid greedily, convulsing with delayed spasms.

Her entrance fluttered, opening and closing as it absorbed the fluids. Gasping for breath, Julie lay there, riding the waves of a delayed clxmax.

After what felt like an eternity, Ernst, watching the mess of their fluids on her lower body, reached out slowly. Inserting his fingers into her still-twitching entrance, he massaged her clxxoris with his palm, spreading his sxmxn inside her like a marking.

Julie’s body trembled, still soaking in the afterglow of their union, as she looked up at him with tear-streaked eyes. She reached out, touching his still-hard member, and their eyes locked.

“…….”

She took his raw, musky member into her mouth, sucking without looking away, no longer feeling shy. Ernst didn’t hesitate this time, grabbing her brxxsts, licking up the milk that flowed between his fingers, devouring her completely.

They bit and sucked at each other like wild animals, completely forgetting where they were, lost in the rhythm of the watermill’s steady churn.

Thump- thump-

Lost in the illusion that the beating was the sound of their own hearts.

***

So, why is the watermill so popular?

“It’s all about psychology.”

“What psychology? Who needs a reason to have sex?”

“The sound echoes. It makes it feel like it’s just the two of you.”

As they walked around the military camp, the lieutenant frowned at the soldiers’ banter. They didn’t even realize their superior was inspecting the camp, and their lack of discipline was evident.

“I’ll address it. A group of gypsies came through yesterday and today.”

The lieutenant bowed his head in embarrassment, but Ernst waved it off, indicating it was fine.

It’s a war zone where anyone could die at any moment. Even if they survive, an arm or leg intact today might be gone tomorrow. So, they should seize the moment when they can. But letting outsiders into the camp wasn’t an option, so they found suitable spots close by—huts, abandoned houses, and watermills.

There was a watermill nearby, causing quite a stir. It was both pitiful and amusing, making Ernst curious.

“Have you been there?” he asked the lieutenant.

“What…? No, sir!”

“Never mind.”

Ernst kept his vow of chastity for his Julie, but there was no rule that others had to do the same. He didn’t care if they fooled around with their privates or horses.

‘I hope Julie understands my feelings.’

Such is the purity of a nineteen-year-old. He could shoot ninety-nine people without blinking, but for his beloved, he could abstain for ninety-nine nights.

With this sentiment, Ernst wrote a note for Luina to send one message on his behalf. It would appear sincere to others, like he was sending it to his fiancée, but it would cause the recipient to clutch the back of her neck in frustration.

「Julie, stay away from the watermill.」

He pressed a heartfelt kiss to the single line of text before sealing the envelope. Then he closed his eyes and imagined it.

One day, when he would return alive to be with her, they would visit his bucket list spot.

‘Dreams do come true.’

He dreamt of the day he would finally have her, believing that if he didn’t let go, that day would surely come.