ecret garden, both perplexed and longing. "Lie down," Raphael commanded him curtly.

With only enough strength to comply, Andre followed the order. Once he did, Raphael abruptly withdrew himself from Edith, eliciting a dissatisfied moan from her, who was on the verge of climax.

"Shush, have some pity on him too, angel," Raphael affectionately caressed her cheek, and then positioned her on top of Andre''s body.

Edith eagerly straddled his weapon, enveloping Andre once again with her petals. Their fingers interlocked, and Andre let out a blissful sigh.

At that moment, the carriage hit a stretch of gravel road, causing violent jolts. The noise drowned out the lascivious sounds within the carriage and intensified their movements.

"Ah, ride me, Edith! Ride me like a horse on the battlefield of Fleurus! I''ll be as valiant as those warhorses!" Andre couldn''t help but cry out, his voice filled with desire and satisfaction. He kicked his legs, desperately thrusting upward to meet his lover.

"If only you had this kind of enthusiasm in your speeches, Andre, you probably wouldn''t lose to those people outside today!" Raphael, also panting heavily, took every opportunity to playfully taunt his rival.

Sensing that Andre was about to reach another peak, Raphael wickedly scooped up Edith and pulled her into his arms. "But what about me, dear Andre? I feel that I''m the one who needs more comfort now," he looked down at the reclining man.

The young man, who had just tasted the magical pleasure of self-abuse for the first time