Chapter 7

When the relentless intrusion into her depths suddenly withdrew, Hazel instinctively clenched her thighs tightly. A faint squirt of fluid splashed. 

“Look at this.” 

At the strangely amused tone in his voice, Hazel involuntarily lowered her gaze. 

“You’re soaking wet.” 

He was right. It wasn’t just damp—it was embarrassingly drenched. Everything was from her. Realizing that she had done something so absurdly obscene, tears welled up in her eyes. 

Even in this situation, her body, still unsatisfied, craved Enoch. Just as she was about to apologize instinctively, Hazel froze. Enoch’s eyes, staring straight at her, sparkled with a suspicious intensity. 

“What should I do? I’m way too excited.” 

His face bore an expression of innocence. It was the same face that had caught her m*sturbating, coerced her into becoming an accomplice, used that as leverage to sleep with her, and even seemed to enjoy how much she had soaked his pants. 

Hazel couldn’t bring herself to speak. She questioned whether the man before her, with his flushed face and arousal evident, could really be the Enoch Meyer she knew. 

“Since it’s come to this, shall we go a few more rounds?” 

Hazel’s face turned pale. 

Was he saying he wasn’t satisfied yet? 

She had heard that after experiencing multiple climaxes, s*xual desire usually subsided. But the current Enoch Meyer looked as if his fire had only just been ignited, his eyes gleaming brightly. 

“Oh, of course, even if you say no, I plan to continue.” 

As Hazel’s lips moved wordlessly, Enoch smiled brightly at her. 

* * *

The brightness made her instinctively frown. Did she forget to close the curtains last night? Groaning, Hazel burrowed under the blanket but suddenly jolted awake. The sunlight streaming through the window was warm, and there was no sound of her alarm. That could only mean one thing. 

She was late! 

Startled, she shot up, only to be struck by a sharp pain in her waist as if it had been crushed. Unable to make a sound, Hazel collapsed back onto the bed. 

Why was my body like this…? 

She had never experienced muscle pain this severe before, and her face showed her confusion. But soon, her expression hardened. 

She had slept with him. With Enoch Meyer. With her first love! 

Anyone who heard this might think it was a good thing, but Hazel couldn’t laugh. Her first love, a beautiful fragment of her youth, had turned out to be an absurdly lewd pervert. 

Memories of the previous day flashed through her mind. Though her recollection of how she had ended up there was blurry, everything before that was crystal clear. 

As the scenes of intense pleasure resurfaced, Hazel felt her face heat up and cleared her throat. It had been her first time experiencing something like that. If it had happened under normal circumstances, she might have thought Enoch Meyer had feelings for her. 

But Enoch Meyer was a pervert who m*sturbated in his office. Not only that, but he was also a pervert who dragged an innocent person into his act. 

“…Was it just a weird dream?” 

Hazel’s hesitant laugh faded as her lips straightened into a line. 

Of course, it wasn’t a dream. 

She knew it wasn’t, which was why she couldn’t brush it off lightly. The aching joints and muscle pain constantly pulled her back into reality. 

Not only had she been forced into complicity, but she also now knew a compromising secret about Enoch Meyer, someone admired by all. 

As Hazel thought about how this incident might affect her, she forced her heavy body to sit up and muttered. 

“…I need to avoid him.” 

That was her only option. 

Living an ordinary life was her goal. Sure, living ordinarily might be the hardest thing to achieve, but wasn’t that the life everyone wanted? 

She had become his accomplice as he wanted. In any case, he would return to the Imperial Family in a year, making it unlikely for her to see him except for special events. 

At grand festivals like the Spring Banquet, there would be so many people that running into him would be difficult. 

‘Yes, there’s no problem. I just have to endure for a year. Haven’t I been through worse?’ 

Hazel murmured to herself as if trying to comfort her own heart. It was the only way she could keep going. She desperately wished it had all been a dream. 

But no matter how much she denied reality, nothing would change. 

Enoch Meyer and Hazel Hoover had slept together. And it had been incredibly satisfying. 

That fact tormented her. If it had been disappointing, it might have been easier to move on. But the truth was, it had been so overwhelmingly satisfying that she couldn’t believe it. The size, the intensity, the technique—it wasn’t just adequate; it was beyond exceptional. It was, without a doubt, the best experience she’d ever had. 

‘…What can’t he do?’ 

Though she hadn’t been with many men, comparing her experiences and those of her female friends, it was clear that he possessed “extraordinary s*xual skills.” 

It wasn’t the technique of someone doing it for the first time, but Hazel didn’t feel any particular way about that. After all, he was Enoch Meyer, the heir to the Meyer Marquisate. There was no way a perfect groom like him didn’t have women around him. 

‘Even if he is a depraved pervert.’ 

Hazel swallowed the words that rose to her throat. 

It was obvious to anyone that his skills came from experience with many women. Whether he was a pervert or not, Hazel knew she was just one of the many women who would pass through his life. 

She never thought, even for a moment, that she would become someone special to him after just one night. Nor did she have any such expectations. 

‘But really, it was… incredible.’ 

She had thought such pleasure only existed in novels. 

This wasn’t the kind of ecstasy one could feel just because their partner was well-endowed. It was about how well they targeted their partner’s sensitive spots. 

“Wait. This isn’t the time for this.” 

Hazel, who had been reminiscing about the previous night with awe, snapped herself out of it. 

Though she had resolved to avoid him, she had no idea how to act if she actually ran into Enoch. Even with the Academy being large, it wasn’t as if they could avoid each other entirely. 

‘I can’t even tell anyone about this….’ 

Even if she told someone, who would believe her? 

He had been perfect during their school days and was now considered a high-value groom. Who would believe that he was actually a pervert who m*sturbated and coerced others into complicity? 

The only saving grace was that he was at least a polite pervert. 

He had helped her stand when her legs gave out, fixed her disheveled clothes, and safely escorted her home. 

Letting out a deep sigh, Hazel furrowed her brow. No matter what had happened yesterday, she was still an employee who needed to go to work. 

Thankfully, she hadn’t drawn the curtains, so the sunlight had woken her up and she wasn’t running late. Forcing her aching body forward, Hazel made her way to work.

The entire way, she groaned in pain. Every step sent a sharp ache through her waist. 

Doing her best to avoid Enoch, Hazel made her way to the professor’s office and sank into her chair with a deep sigh. 

“Ah, I already want to go home….”

Her thighs were sore, her lips still stung from his kisses, and she thought about taking some medicine for her muscle pain. Just then, someone knocked on the door. 

Startled, Hazel looked up to see her colleague, Professor Vivian Pond, standing there with a curious smile. 

“Hazel, did you enjoy catching up with your old friend?” 

Her heart sank at Vivian’s knowing smile. Trying her best to act nonchalant, Hazel replied. 

“What are you talking about? We just chatted a bit and parted ways.” 

“Hmm, is that so? Just chatted?” 

“What else would we do? We’re not even that close.” 

Hazel clenched her fists as she responded, trying to keep her composure against Vivian’s teasing tone.