Chapter 1

On a dark night, the man’s hot breath caresses Ravielle’s skin. She tried to curl up and avoid the sticky heat, but to no avail. She knew well that she could no longer escape from the persistent grasp that became more insistent the more she tried to avoid it.

“Look at me.”

A subtle voice hiding its true intentions embraces her.

She knows what lies within this gentle language. Ravielle turned her head away, avoiding Lucian’s eyes that gleamed like those of a predator.

“Ravielle, don’t hide anymore.”

As if reading Ravielle’s mind, Lucian gripped her wrist and pressed it firmly against the bed sheet.

The captured wrist felt numb, as if it had been cut off. Instead, an unfamiliar and dangerous curiosity was creeping over her skin.

“But…”

The body of the man on top of Ravielle becomes increasingly firm and hot. His voice that had been coaxing her and his subtle touch began to reveal their true nature little by little.

“If you don’t like it, just think of it as a dream.”

Ravielle tried to avoid the man’s lips by shrinking her shoulders. Of course, it was a pointless gesture.

“Please.”

However, contrary to her words, Ravielle was tormented by the desire to embrace Lucian. Her legs parted slightly, and a cruel excitement seeped into her inner thighs. Instead of closing her eyes, she bit her lip, and pleasure that hadn’t even begun yet tickled her lower abdomen. It whispered to her like that. To stop the meaningless resistance.

“It’s too lat, already.”

Ravielle made her final resistance by pulling her knees towards her chest.

“Please, stop.”

As she lifted her head to look up, Lucian’s white, even teeth flashed briefly before being buried in the darkness.

“Don’t do this.”

She was afraid that someone passing in the corridor might hear her voice. But the moment she clenched her jaw, her lips met Lucian’s. As she gasped in surprise, her mouth opened helplessly.

Even that was enough to make her body tremble. Lucian’s ash-blonde hair, which she had thought as beautiful as the afternoon sunlight, was now falling mercilessly. The rosy blush on his soft cheeks, his long languid eyelashes, and even his pure smile that didn’t fit this moment at all. It teased her parted lips and open legs, asking how long she thought she could hold out.

“Lucian.”

The moment Ravielle called the man’s name — the last thread of Lucian’s reason snapped.

Lucian’s tongue pushed between her slightly parted lips. As she naturally tilted her head to receive him, Lucian’s greedy breath soon engulfed Ravielle.

A blatant and fierce kiss, as if he could no longer hold back. A wet, sticky friction sound resonates between their two lips.

“Ravielle.”

After devouring her for a while, Lucian’s lips slowly dropped lower. Her firm breasts were revealed, and a satisfied smile flowed down over the rounded flesh. He sucked her breasts as if to satisfy his hunger. In response, her nipples turned red and swelled.

“Hnngh.”

While the excitement Ravielle had been suppressing built up inside her body, Lucian grasped one breast with one hand and lifted her slip dress with the other.

This time, without much resistance, Lucian removed her underwear and immediately inserted his fingers into the narrow crevice. The thing stirring inside her repeatedly spread and closed like scissors. The fingers she had thought were white, straight, and beautiful for a man were now poking and spreading Ravielle’s insides. When Ravielle twisted her waist and applied force, her inner flesh swallowed those straight and beautiful things of his with a squelching sound.

“Ungh.”

Finally unable to hold back, Ravielle began to moan. Her groaning and whimpering sounds, the body scent emanating from her skin and inner flesh, her brow furrowed with pleasure — it was more than enough to ignite the man’s instincts.

“Ah!”

As Ravielle stopped holding back her moans, the man’s cock became painfully erect. But more than the desire to relieve the heat gathered at the tip of his glans, he felt a stronger urge to eat and drink Ravielle’s body scent.

Her thighs were thin and delicate enough to fit in one hand. The touch that held and spread such a fragile thing… and when her obedient legs opened completely, Lucian buried his face between her thighs.

“Hnngh.”

Lucian pushed his elongated tongue into the opened gap. His sticky breath explored the inside of her groin, and he sucked and drank the moisture that wet between her inner flesh. As if that wasn’t enough, he buried his nose for a long time, sniffing and stirring the hidden hole.

“Haah.”

Just as she thought she heard the man’s moan from between her legs, she suddenly felt empty down there. Lucian, who had climbed back on top of her, looked down at Ravielle with lustful eyes.

The luscious breasts he had just been sucking, the stomach breathing out lewd breaths repeatedly, the bush below and what’s even deeper that… Lucian took in every part of her with his eyes as if he didn’t want to miss a single spot.

He grasped both of her wrists. Then he held both of Ravielle’s wrists with one hand. When he placed Ravielle’s hands above her head, her armpits were fully exposed.

The line from her slender arms to her breasts is beautiful. Lucian kissed Ravielle’s forearm, then urgently licked from her armpit to her breasts.

Contrary to Lucian becoming languid, the sensation that was like on the border between ticklishness and numbness made Ravielle unbearable.

She wanted to turn her body, but she couldn’t move an inch because he had captured both her hands.

“If only you could see how beautiful you look right now.”

“Ungh.”

“I want to show you.”

Lucian spoke with a dangerous face she had never seen before. Then he slowly began to undress himself. The revealed body exudes health. Well-shaped shoulders with a pleasing complexion.

Ravielle reached out and caressed the man’s glistening lips. She wanted to shower kisses on those red, plump, noble lips that had whispered of desire for her. Their gazes, disheveled and hazy, intertwined, but their feelings for each other were clearer than ever before.

Ravielle decided to no longer hide her feelings for Lucian.

Lucian decided to no longer fear embracing Ravielle.

“Lucian Meyer.”

Her voice carries the scent of dried roses.

“My Ravielle.”

He completely embraced the faint, delicate smile that had bloomed.

And Ravielle sensed that today, at last, she would break free from the yoke that had been forcibly placed upon her.

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