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Lyla, disguised as her deceased brother Lyle, lives under his identity.
The guilt of deceiving everyone and the self-loathing from knowing she is a fraud slowly eat away at her.
One drunken night, she ends up sharing a bed with her lord, Kadis…
“Lord Kadis, why are we in the same bed?”
“We did it.”
“How could two men… you know… do that?”
“It’s possible.”
Kadis, calmly recounting the events of the previous night, and Lyla, in complete denial of reality.
“What if strange rumors start spreading? You have a duty to carry on your lineage, Lord Kadis…”
“Then why don’t you give me an heir?”
“W-What nonsense are you spouting? I’m a man! How could a man have a child?”
“Oh, is that so? For someone claiming that, it went in just fine. Smoothly, actually.”
As Lyla continues to deny it, Kadis raised his right arm and began thrusting it upward into the air.
“At this rate, you might even be able to have kids.”
When his raised arm slowly lowered, Lyla instinctively tensed her lower body.
That massive forearm felt as though it was slipping out from beneath her.
Could she really have shared a bed with her lord last night?
In the end,
Lyla, reaching her breaking point, decides to leave Kadis behind.
“Should Lyle leave the territory, kill any pests that cling to him. Leave no one alive.”
But just as Lyla is about to face another crisis…
“Be grateful, Lyle. Today, I’ll make you a woman.”
It wasn’t just Lyla who had reached her limit.
Kadis, too, finally unleashed the long-held feelings of affection and the beast-like desire that came with them.
“You want my body, don’t you? Fine. I’ll give it to you. So please, stop destroying yourself because of someone like me…”
Lyla looked up at Kadis with the utmost submissiveness.
But Kadis wasn’t fooled.
It was obvious she thought he wouldn’t remember anything the next day because of how drunk he was.
Kadis smirked and grabbed Lyla’s chin, tilting it upward.
“You’re not giving anything.”
“W-What?”
“I’m the one giving it to you.”
Kadis leaned close to Lyla’s ear and whispered, making sure she understood.
“My virginity. I’m giving it to you.”
This time, it was real.
A genuine crisis for her chastity.
