Chapter 2

Kaiden, led by a small hand, entered Hazel’s room and sat on a chair by the window.  

Although his body was prone to flushing easily, his tolerance for alcohol was not this low. Yet, the moment he entered her room, his eyelids grew heavy. The subtle herbal scent wafting through the room seemed to be the culprit.  

“Hazel, how long are you planning to drink?”  

‘Well, until I manage to knock you onto the bed, Duke!’  

Of course, Hazel couldn’t dare say such a thing aloud. Instead, she simply swirled her glass with a sly grin. The more she entertained thoughts of seducing the Duke, the more her lips twitched uncontrollably, and her throat grew parched.  

As she tilted her glass, the rising intoxication lightly swept away her reason, leaving behind nothing but a burning desire.  

‘Duke, I’m sorry, but today, I must confirm my 98.9 points.’  

Hazel kept refilling her glass without pause, pretending to match Kaiden’s rhythm. Unaware of her intentions, Kaiden busied himself emptying his drink. As the alcohol warmed him, Kaiden unbuttoned three or four more buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest down to his sternum.  

A faint trace of reason whispered, ‘Is this really okay? After all, he’s my brother’s friend.’ But the sight of his undone buttons made Hazel’s own reasoning crumble.  

Is this okay? No, it had to be.  

Faced with such a violent and tantalizing sight, resisting would be nonsensical. It reminded her of the time she got a nosebleed while reading an erotic novel and had to pay for the damaged book. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed, her entire body tensed, and her thighs instinctively pressed together.  

“D-Duke, are you feeling hot?”  

Hazel swallowed hard and slowly approached him. Her cool, sober palm gently rested on his firm chest. The heat radiating from his body seeped into her small hand, warming it.  

Kaiden’s chest perfectly matched the descriptions she had read in those explicit books:  

A broad, muscular chest with deep grooves, wings-like latissimus dorsi spread wide, and at the center, ripened plum-colored peaks.  

‘Just once, I want to taste it. Would that be too much? They say men make beastly sounds when you scratch these spots—would the Duke be the same? But really, just once, I want to roll it on my tongue. It must be so sweet…’  

The number 98.9 had long vanished from her mind, replaced by curiosity born from the stories of lascivious gatherings. Her eyes, half-dazed, were now fixated on the reality of a man’s body.  

Was this the terrifying power of a perverted virgin with only theoretical knowledge? Hazel, thinking Kaiden would succumb further to the herbal scent, began exploring his chest with her hands, intending to take a bite.  

His skin was soft, yet the muscles beneath were tight, well-formed, and elastic—like a jiggling pudding.  

‘Does he still practice swordsmanship? Or does he need such a great body for trade?’  

Lost in pointless thoughts, her fingers roamed aimlessly until a low voice came from above her head.  

“Hazel, what are you doing?”  

“You looked so hot, I thought this might help.”  

“Haah, well, it does feel a bit cooler.”  

Even though her excuse made no sense, Kaiden tilted his head in agreement, his words trailing off. It seemed the time had come. Though the fact that he was her brother’s friend nagged at her slightly, her hands grew bolder.  

“Duke, could you lift your arms a little?”  

“Hmm, my arms?”  

Kaiden, groaning lowly, followed her request and raised his arms. Hazel undid the remaining buttons and removed his shirt.  

His bare, white skin was flushed from the alcohol, and the tightly packed muscles rippled with his breathing, creating an alluring sight.  

‘Wow, amazing! Truly amazing! Did this sculpted body come included with such high scores? Then, what about a perfect score of 100? Could anything surpass this? Is that even possible?’  

Hazel covered her mouth with both hands and slowly examined Kaiden’s body. Beneath the symmetrical red fruits, she counted one, two, three… six abdominal muscles, and between the firm thighs, a distinct bulge was visible.  

Every breath he took made his broad shoulders rise and fall, and his sharp eyes, half-lidded from either alcohol or the herbs, exuded decadence.  

Hazel, unwilling to waste even a blink, blatantly ogled Kaiden’s body. She nearly drooled.  

‘It’s too perfect…’  

Just looking at him made her breathless. Even before any penetration, her underwear was gradually soaking from the steady flow of arousal.  

‘What do I do, seriously!’  

When she wished she could bury her face in his chest and take a deep breath, her vision was already filled with his bare skin, and the scent of wood and cool mint filled her nose. How could even his scent match her preferences so perfectly?  

Hazel, like an excited bull, snorted heavily. Her hands trembled as they moved toward his peaks. When her nails lightly scratched the small protrusion…  

“Ugh.”  

Kaiden let out a low groan, scratching his neck, and his chest muscles brushed against Hazel’s cheek.  

“Hah, Duke, I’m sorry.”  

Hazel whispered so softly that only an ant could hear, then slightly lifted her head and licked Kaiden’s red peak with her tongue. The firm nub bounced up and down with her tongue’s movement, glistening with saliva.  

Kaiden groaned again, his torso shaking side to side.  

Gasp! Was this act so sensual? 

Hazel, exhaling hot breaths, settled herself on his thighs.  

Through his thin silk trousers, she could feel the distinct contours of his muscles. His thighs were so wide that sitting on them felt as stable as sitting on a chair. Adjusting her position, Hazel began to tease Kaiden in earnest.  

Having only read erotic novels, this was her first real experience, and she discovered a new side of herself. As she twisted and licked his n*pples, her heart fluttered, and a grin crept onto her face.  

Even if this act landed her in the temple for 100 days of repentance prayers, she couldn’t help it. Her thighs were damp, her entire body radiated heat, and her spine dripped with sweat.  

‘Duke, you’re incredible.’  

One hand twisted a peak while the other fiddled with the opposite, and her lips enveloped the other, sucking noisily. Each time she flicked the round nub in her mouth with her tongue, something below her began to grow and press against her.  

‘Indeed, people need to learn.’  

Hazel clung to his n*pple, sucking as if she were a suction cup. The sweet yet refreshing minty flavor made her lose her senses.  

“Hmm, Hazel?”  

Kaiden, slightly tipsy and drowsy, frowned as he opened his eyes. 

‘A dream of Hazel? After so long?’

But this was a dream unlike any he’d ever had. Hazel, in his dream, was clinging to his chest, licking and sucking on his hardened n*pple.

‘Ha, no matter how drunk I am, how could I… Hazel, of all people?’

The fact that he was having such a vulgar dream about his friend’s sister made him shut his eyes tightly, trying to shake off the dream.  

“Uuumm.”  

The dream was so vivid that he could feel Hazel’s movements on his chest, her mouth humming against his n*pple.  

His peaks hardened further, springing back when pressed by her soft tongue. Sitting on the chair, Kaiden gripped the armrests tightly, his thick forearms and veiny hands exuding masculinity.  

Will he wake up at this rate?

Hazel, slightly lifting her head to check on Kaiden, saw his furrowed brows and deep creases but thankfully, his eyes remained shut.  

Hazel continued her bold teasing, though her elaborate dress began to feel cumbersome. Stretching her arms back, she tried to remove it but struggled, so she headed to the powder room with a mirror.  

At the same time, Kaiden’s dream ended, and Hazel vanished.  

Kaiden opened his eyes slightly and ran a hand over his face. The shame of dreaming about Hazel teasing him was overwhelming, and he chastised himself for the heat that lingered from the dream.

“I can’t face Evan anymore.”  

Kaiden muttered self-deprecatingly. He decided to take this dream to his grave, vowing to never speak of it. He removed his pants, climbed into bed, and lay down.

Meanwhile, Hazel returned in her chemise and stopped in front of the bed.

“What a stroke of luck.”

She had been wondering how to undress the Duke’s trousers, but here he was, sprawled on her bed in just his drawers, as if mistaking it for his own room.

The massive bulge beneath the thin fabric rivaled that of the “virile dragon prince” described in her erotic novels.  

Hazel, entranced, climbed onto the bed and gently placed her small hands over the fabric.  

“Wow, it’s warm.”  

The sizable mass twitched like a living creature under the thin cloth. Judging by its volume and length, it was clear one hand wouldn’t be enough to grasp it. She wanted to strip off the fabric…  

‘What should I do?’