Under the moonlit night, the glistening fluid dripped from Ethan's fingertips.

"Ah, ahh…! Ahh, ah…"

The sticky fluid stretched like a thread from his fingers, akin to a concentration of a female's pheromones. Listening to the panting sounds from the body beneath him, Ethan quietly continued to stimulate himself.

'She's really excited.'

Having been married to Lilith for several years, Ethan knew her preferences well. They had experimented with conventional lovemaking, him serving her in various ways, and vice versa—Lilith serving him, trying different positions, or even using unconventional parts for penetration.

Despite the various sexual methods they had tried, it always came back to one thing—Lilith's favorite was being treated like a pet, a play that deprived her of her rights.

'Even as a duchess now, she still prefers being treated like a pet, interesting.'