Dana POV

　　Barthel nodded attentively as my words washed over him, his expression a mirror of understanding and pride.

　　"Yes. You made me so proud," he affirmed, his words infused with softness.

　　"Is this because the people you want to see you succeed didn't attend?" Bathel's inquiry hung in the air, laden with a weight that threatened to suffocate me.

　　"Bathel- " I began, the weight of unspoken truths lingering heavily between us.

　　"No, it's alright, I know how much you want to pain the people who have pained you..." Barthel's words came as a gentle reassurance, his touch upon my hand a comforting anchor amidst the tempest of emotions raging within me.

　　"You're not alone in that anymore, Dana," he whispered, his voice a soothing melody that enveloped me in its warmth. "Those who will fear you, and who used to fear you are my enemies, and what you felt is what I am gonna feel. They shall face me, and I will make sure they will face the consequences of hurting you." His declaration, uttered with unwavering resolve, echoed through the air.

　　As his gaze darkened with righteous fury, I felt a surge of gratitude and admiration swell within me, for in that moment, I knew that I was not merely a lone warrior fighting the currents of fate, but a cherished partner in a bond forged in the fires of adversity.

　　Our faces drew closer, the air charged with an electric tension as our breaths mingled in the space between us.

　　"Really?" I murmured my voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of silence.

　　Bathel's eyes bore into mine with unwavering intensity, a flicker of amusement dancing within their depths. "Do you doubt that one?" he countered, his tone laced with playful incredulity.

　　I shook my head, a wry smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "I don't," I replied, the weight of his unwavering confidence in me melting away the last vestiges of doubt that lingered within my heart.

　　"Then what's the matter of being sad?" Bathel's whispered inquiry brushed against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "We have to enjoy this day," he urged gently, his touch on my hand a reassuring anchor amidst the tumult of emotions swirling within me. "There are a lot of people who still want to get to know you."

　　I squeezed his hand in acknowledgment, feeling a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support and understanding.

　　"I want a last day to act normal with you. A normal couple who people don't know yet," I confessed, the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air.

　　Dana POV

　　Bathel's lips brushed against my cheek. "Well, we can always act like a normal couple every day," he whispered.

　　"I expected that from you," I said with a playful smirk as Bathel's touch on my waist softened.

　　"Now you're giving me a chance to ask you about that guy you were talking with earlier," he observed, drawing closer to me with an air of curiosity.

　　I chuckled softly, my fingers idly toying with the fabric of his necktie as his hand remained firmly planted on my waist. "You can ask anything of me right now, but that," I teased, a mischievous twinkle dancing in my eyes as I playfully dodged his inquiry.

　　"He stared at you with such deep intensity," As Bathel whispered his observation, his breath warm against my skin, I couldn't help but smirk in response.

　　"Well, you hugged your ex-girlfriend like you missed her that much," I retorted, the words slipping from my lips with a teasing edge. With each word, I sensed his hand lower, and a shiver of anticipation coursed through me when his touch ventured beneath the fabric of my dress, his fingers sliding along the edge of my panty.

　　A sharp intake of breath escaped my lips as his touch sent tingles of sensation racing through my body, my lips instinctively finding solace beneath the gentle pressure of my teeth.

　　"I forgot her face because of you, Dana," Bathel confessed, his fingers dancing along the surface of my panty, each touch sending sparks of desire coursing through my veins.

　　"Anytime, people will walk into this place..." A rush of heat flooded my senses as Bathel's daring touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. His finger slipped to the side of my panty, igniting a fierce hunger within me as he teased my wetness.

　　"You're wet," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Is this because of your nervousness?" His words, laced with a primal growl, only served to stoke the flames of arousal burning within me.

　　A low, guttural moan escaped my lips as his touch intensified, the thrill of our forbidden encounter sending my senses reeling. "You're something else," I murmured in a breathless haze of ecstasy, my body trembling with anticipation.

　　As he pushed a finger inside of me, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I couldn't help but part my lips slightly in silent ecstasy. The risk of being caught only heightened the intensity of our clandestine rendezvous, adding an exhilarating edge to the already electrifying sensation of his touch.

　　The rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins heightened the intensity of every sensation, amplifying the pleasure to dizzying heights.

　　"This feels good," Bathel murmured, his teeth grazing his lower lip in a gesture of unbridled desire as his second finger joined the first, eliciting a sound of pure ecstasy from deep within me. I gasped as waves of pleasure surged through my body, my hand trembling as it found purchase on his shoulder, pulling him closer as our lips met in a fervent kiss.

　　As Bathel began to stretch my pussy with deliberate precision, my heartbeat quickened, the erratic rhythm of my breathing mirroring the cadence of our fervent lovemaking. With each movement, I guided his hand in a rhythm born of mutual desire and shared passion.

　　"Do you like it, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust and longing, his gaze locking with mine in a silent plea for affirmation.