Usually at this point, there would be a flashback about how a married man of high social status and a woman like her, who was nothing special, came to have an affair—their first meeting and the starting point.

To cut to the chase, there was no special encounter that triggered it. Just as common gossip in high society goes, they met on a terrace late one night at a ball, both pleasantly intoxicated.

The duke had come outside to cool off from the intoxication brought on by gin, martini, and strong absinthe, while Eurene had repeatedly drunk sweet-looking cocktails until her vision half-rotated, only then realizing her impaired state, and barely managed to stumble out of the bustling hall.

It was the day when Countess Eifel had dressed Eurene up and taken her to a high noble’s ball, substituting for her husband who disapproved of his sister always being cooped up at home. Eurene’s sister-in-law, as a consideration—or perhaps self-consideration—to let her enjoy herself appropriately for her young age, had left her among peers of young ladies and gentlemen before quickly disappearing.

Due to her shyness, she initially stood stiffly, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles. But after one glass, two glasses, three glasses of alcohol, her face flushed, her mood lifted, and she felt strangely happy and excited. Before she knew it, Eurene found herself laughing loudly and chattering away in high spirits.

It was a situation that could have added interesting rumors and contempt to a noble lady’s reputation, but fortunately, almost all the young nobles there were also tipsy with diminished judgment. She didn’t remember clearly, but a young lady with an apple-red face seemed to be grinning foolishly while the second son of Viscount Penry pressed closely against her body, and she didn’t even notice. Behind them, a couple was already passionately kissing.

She had always heard that noble parties transform into times of pleasure and indulgence without moral standards once they pass midnight, but she had never stayed long enough to witness it. Eurene was timid and fearful, so she hadn’t experienced this culture before, but now that she tried it once, she found it surprisingly fun. Though lazy by nature, she was fundamentally vulnerable to primitive sensory pleasures and desires. With almost no immunity, she easily succumbed to them.

She hazily thought that while she wouldn’t actively seek these events out in the future, she wouldn’t decline if someone invited her, unlike before. If she hadn’t spilled alcohol on her chest while eating a cherry from her cocktail, she probably would have been completely intoxicated in alcohol until dawn, rambling nonsense or passing out.

By the way, where did her sister-in-law go? Did she leave without her? The cool night breeze brushed against her hot, flushed cheeks as she staggered out in her drunken state. The subtle scent of alcohol still lingered at the tip of her nose, and the transparent curtains swayed gently. Eurene rubbed her increasingly heavy eyes and opened them blearily. Someone was already there. Who? As she tilted her head curiously, she nearly toppled over. She had forgotten she was still wearing high heels. She felt an obvious gaze on her as she struggled to maintain her balance in a pathetic state.

Eurene barely managed to say with a slurred voice, “Ah…… how embarrassing. But everyone else is like this too, right? Is there anyone here who isn’t drunk?”

“I apologize for intruding.”

Her memory becomes hazy again from this point. The other person was a man, and he seemed young. For some reason, he caught her and sat her down nearby, then engaged her in conversation. It was a night when moonlight intensely kneaded her blurry vision like small hands. The subtle light also stained his lips. The curved mouth. Ah— those lips.

“Are you alone?”

Was it like this? It seems both right and wrong.

“I’m bored right now. Would you like to keep me company?”

Yes, that’s right. He spoke like this, pretending to be gentle. Keep company? Thinking about it now, it was an absurdly inappropriate word for the situation. At that time, Duke Carca, as he requested to be called “Van,” despite delivering a line that was perfectly proper in terms of etiquette, had his slightly curved eyes fixed on the outline of Eurene’s br*asts beneath her disheveled clothes. Her undergarments must have been clearly visible through the alcohol-soaked dress.

Later, he said with a grin that from that moment, he found something that whetted his appetite. “I prefer br*asts like yours, round as the moon,” he said.

Whatever they talked about, some meaningless conversation passed between them, and after laughing at jokes that wouldn’t have been funny if they were sober, she got up excitedly and made jokes while explaining dances she couldn’t properly perform—though she had no idea why that topic came up. Hmm…… and there were several bottles of alcohol rolling at their feet. Was she crazy? She had poured more alcohol down her throat in that intoxicated state. Eurene chattered in what sounded like an excuse.

No, I didn’t want to drink, but he kept offering. One more glass? More? One more bottle? Eurene, want more?

Then her world tilted dramatically. She probably fell. Van quickly extended his arm to catch her, their eyes met, and the moonlight was too hazy.

And in the instant after that, when she opened her eyes again, she was having s*x with that man.

She lay on a large bed with red curtains and bed posts, rocking up and down, and vaguely wondered.

Why am I doing this? What am I doing?

She saw golden hair dimly illuminated in the faint light. She realized that what was moving heavily was her own n*ked br*asts, swaying obscenely. Her skirt was completely pulled up, and her underwear was nowhere to be seen. In the midst of confusion, Eurene was steadily moaning like a sick puppy without even realizing it. Dark purple eyes watched her hungrily in the darkness. Her plump ankle, gripped by a large hand, appeared pale at the edges in the dim light. He grasped it like reins, spreading her legs, and focused on moving deeper and faster. A hot sigh touched her forehead.

“Haa, you’re killing me.”

Only then did she belatedly realize that she had opened her body and had been receiving him for quite some time. And that it was his thing entering deeply between her thighs, withdrawing, and thrusting again.

Only after becoming aware did a dull pain arrive. How to put it, something too big, hot, and hard was violating her without rest. She suddenly felt afraid. Eurene burst into tears. She wanted to go home. It hurt. It was her first time experiencing this, and she didn’t know what to do.

He seemed taken aback by her crying. It was the first moment of disturbance for a man who had seemed capable of handling any situation smoothly. He showered the sobbing Eurene’s face with small kisses, promising to make it painless. He would make it incredibly pleasurable, he said. Didn’t she want to know what pleasure felt like when it was so intense it seemed fatal? How sweet his voice was; foolishly, she was momentarily seduced.

In truth, aside from the slight pain accompanying her first experience, it felt good—the languid tightening below and the tingling, ticklish sensation. She seemed to have clung to him earlier on the terrace, kissing more passionately than him. And when he undressed her, his touch felt so good that she wrapped her legs around his waist…… Good heavens! Did I have my first kiss today too? Eurene was shocked. It seemed highly inappropriate to be shocked about a first kiss while in the middle of having s*x for the first time, but nevertheless, that’s how it was.

While Eurene was dazed and absent-minded, her partner devoted himself to manipulating her entire body and reconnecting with her. He sucked on her br*asts and n*pples, caressed and stroked her armpits and neck. The way he rubbed her wet womanhood was so skillful that even the slight pain disappeared completely, and she moaned and writhed in pleasure. In the end, having cast aside all sense of right and wrong, she clung to his neck and begged for more, and by the time the sky had turned bluish, she was on top of his taut abs, enthusiastically moving her hips on her own.

Ah! Ah! It’s so good! How could such a sensation exist? It was maddening. Hearing the sound of her b*ttocks slapping against the man’s muscles, she grabbed his thighs and threw her head back. Watching her voluptuous body bathed in dawn light while resting his head on his arm, he lazily murmured.

“Beautiful.”

Do you like it? When he asked, she nodded frantically. I like it. I like it so much I could die. When he suddenly raised his firm body, a strong scent of male sweat wafted intensely. Let’s make it even better. By the time his last words reached her ear, their lips were already locked together. Eurene’s moans and the man’s rough breathing mingled. A large hand supported her head, and his hip movements intensified. It felt like she was being devoured from above and below. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t control herself, and Eurene clumsily moved her hips in response. Finding it cute, he let out a low laugh and vigorously moved his firm butt, thrusting into her. Rough and fast, like a galloping horse. White foam formed at their point of connection. Eurene groaned, making “ahuhuh” sounds, barely able to breathe properly. His thrusting was so powerful that she, who had been on top, fell backward. Like waves repeatedly crashing and wrecking a ship, he ravaged Eurene. Her pink curly hair fluttered across the bedsheet. Gasping for breath, he brushed her hair aside and asked. All while continuing to move his hips relentlessly.