Chapter 1.5

“……”  

“That’s quite a generous offer, don’t you think?”  

Karl Lavresion’s eyes glinted mischievously. Leticia’s clenched fists trembled. But it wasn’t just anger she felt.  

“Isn’t it a fair deal?”  

“……”  

“If you don’t want to, then forget it.”  

His gaze told her he knew she couldn’t refuse, which only made her feel more humiliated.  

Fifty thousand slems.  

The thought of all the work she’d have to do to earn that amount flashed through her mind. It wasn’t a sum she could easily dismiss. She hated herself for even considering it.  

But reason outweighed her disgust. If sleeping with him once could erase the debt… If she could endure it just once…  

Wouldn’t it be fine? It was just once. 

Losing her virginity wasn’t the end of the world. It wasn’t something to overthink. If fifty thousand slems could be cleared with one night, it was an offer she could accept. She should even be grateful for it.  

And yet…  

When Leticia didn’t respond, Karl Lavresion grabbed her wrist.  

“You can’t say no, can you?”  

She couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t even shake off his grip. Karl held her wrist for a long moment, staring at her. His gaze felt like chains, and yet Leticia didn’t pull away.  

Perhaps that was answer enough for him. Karl began walking, dragging her along. Leticia followed him, her steps sluggish.  

Her vision blurred. Tears welled up and fell, leaving a trail behind her.  

Still, the fact remained—she had sold herself.  

The tears wouldn’t stop. Her sobs mixed with her breathing. Karl, walking ahead, turned his head to look at her.  

“Are you crying?”  

“……”  

“Why are you crying? This is a good deal for you.”  

Leticia shook her head and pushed at his back. That was all she could manage. She couldn’t outright refuse, nor could she actively agree. All she could do was this.  

Karl let out a short laugh before continuing forward.  

They stopped in front of a hotel. He turned to face her.  

“You’re still crying.”  

Leticia bit her lower lip. Her vision was so blurred she could barely see his face.  

“What will the hotel staff think if they see you like this?”  

He gently wiped her tears away. Before they could fall, his hand brushed them aside. His eyes lingered on her damp eyelashes.  

“Ah… damn it.”  

He cursed under his breath.  

“This is turning me on.”  

Without another word, he grabbed her wrist again and strode into the hotel.  

Even as he paid and booked a room, he didn’t let go of her wrist. Leticia, like a mute, simply watched the scene unfold. She followed him passively—when he paid, when he got the key, when they climbed the stairs.  

It wasn’t until they entered the room that fear truly gripped her. Alone in an enclosed space with Karl Lavresion, she felt her heart race.  

As soon as the door closed, he grabbed her face.  

“I didn’t think this would be my type.”  

“……”  

“A crying woman.”  

Before she could react, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss came without warning, sudden and overwhelming.  

His scent enveloped her. The softness of his lips contrasted with the firmness of his chest against hers. Leticia flinched, her lips parting involuntarily. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.  

All her focus honed in on the unfamiliar sensation. She couldn’t adapt, swept away by the intensity. Karl’s tongue brushed the roof of her mouth before entwining with hers. A strange heat pooled in her lower abdomen.  

For the first time, her tears stopped.  

As she stumbled backward, he followed, gripping the back of her head firmly. Their lips locked even deeper. His tongue pursued hers relentlessly, exploring and teasing.  

“Mmnh…”  

Eventually, a sound broke through. He laughed. Then, he grabbed her hand, which had been flailing in the air, and placed it around his neck. Leticia awkwardly clung to his neck, entrusting her body to the unfamiliar sensations that overwhelmed her. For that moment, shame and self-loathing seemed to vanish.  

He naturally untied the ribbons of her clothes and removed them. Her top was half undone, revealing her undergarments.  

“Hmm.”  

He let out a sound from his throat while kissing her, his hand gripping her chest.  

“Ah!”  

The firm grip made her half-open her eyes. Karl Lavresion’s gaze was fixed on her chest, even as his tongue continued to intertwine with hers.  

He pulled back slightly from the kiss and spoke.  

“To be honest, when I first saw you, I thought they’d be small.”  

Leticia froze, unable to say anything. His fingers, which had been kneading her chest through her undergarments, slipped beneath the fabric.  

“But they’re nicely shaped, and the skin is soft and smooth.”  

Heat rushed to her face. She couldn’t tell if his words were meant as compliments or insults. She didn’t know whether to feel pleased or offended.  

Karl Lavresion’s hand now pushed aside her undergarments, directly caressing her bare chest. When his hand brushed against her n*pple, a shiver ran down her spine. She barely managed to suppress a sound, clenching her eyes shut. As he said… she didn’t want to see his face as he touched her small chest.  

While fondling her chest, he removed her top completely. The sound of the clothes hitting the floor echoed softly.  

“Your chest is beautifully shaped. Even the color of your n*pples is pink.”  

“……”  

“This is my first time with a small chest.”  

Her chest tingled. Leticia clenched her eyes shut even tighter, gripping the hem of her skirt. Karl traced his fingers along the underside of her chest before flicking her n*pple.  

“Ah…”  

“Your n*pples are standing up. Just from a kiss and a little touching.”  

Leticia opened her eyes and looked down at her chest, which was being teased by his fingers. As he said, her n*pples were stiff and er*ect. Humiliation surged through her, but her heightened nerves refused to calm down.  

His fingers pressed firmly against the peak of her n*pple, and a gasp escaped her lips.  

“Ah!”  

No…

She murmured to herself internally, trying to pull her body away. But Karl Lavresion wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. His face buried itself completely in her chest.  

His breath spilled onto her chest with every exhale. It was hot and stifling. She shook her head, trying to push him away.  

“No, no…”  

She hated everything—the way her body was reacting, the man humiliating her, the sounds escaping her lips, and the lips pressed against her skin.  

“Now you say no? You should’ve said that earlier.”  

His voice carried a hint of laughter. Leticia’s face twisted in anguish. He was right. She should have refused his proposal earlier. But… she couldn’t. She couldn’t abandon her mother. Her mother was her only family, her only person. She had to repay the debt. That’s why…  

Tears welled up in her eyes. She closed them again, crying silently. Somehow, she felt like she had become a pr*stitute.  

Yes… opening her body in exchange for money made her no different from a pr*stitute. At this moment, there was no difference between her and the prostitutes in Lusa. The only distinction was that her partner was the son of her father’s mistress.  

“Ah… ahh.”  

As the reality she had been avoiding sank in, a wave of sorrow and grief overwhelmed her.  

I’m no different from a pr*stitute. I’m a pr*stitute.  

But it’s fine. It’s fine.  

She repeated these words to herself, as if brainwashing herself, but somewhere deep inside, a voice told her otherwise.  

No, I’m not a pr*stitute. I’m not a pr*stitute…  

She swallowed the tears streaming down her face. The salty taste lingered on her tongue.  

She felt his gaze on her face, yet he didn’t stop. His lips continued to suck on her chest, and his hand moved down to caress her thighs.  

Her tears didn’t matter to him.  

“Ugh…”  

Karl Lavresion removed her skirt entirely. The most private part of her body, which no one had ever seen, was now exposed to the cold air and his gaze. Shame, which she had momentarily forgotten, returned with full force. Leticia kept her eyes tightly shut.  

“Even here, it’s pink.”  

His hand touched the area between her legs. She flinched but refused to open her eyes.  

His fingers parted the delicate skin, and the dry friction caused a slight sting. Clicking his tongue, Karl lowered his head. Her thoughts was right, his tongue began to lick her.  

“Ah!”  

Unintentionally, she gripped the sheets. A sharp sensation shot up her spine, and her throat instinctively opened.  

“Ah… ah!”  

She couldn’t suppress the sounds escaping her lips. She could clearly feel his tongue licking her most sensitive area. She didn’t need to see to know.  

“Stop… ah, stop!”  

No. No.  

She hated it. She hated being at the mercy of something beyond her control. Shaking her head rapidly, she reached down and grabbed Karl Lavresion’s hair. But he didn’t stop. His tongue pressed firmly against her cl*toris, and her body froze as though she were a fish caught on a spear.  

“Ah…”  

The only part of her body she could move was her toes. Trembling, she curled her toes inward, her legs shaking. It felt like she was staring at an impending wave.  

“Ah… ah.”  

She barely managed to grip the sheets. Unlike her, who was frozen, he seemed to thrive, continuing to tease her cl*toris with his tongue. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time for a different reason.