Prologue

Anasha, who had just woken up from sleep, instinctively hugged what was beside her. The sensation of ‘skin,’ rather than fur or silk, touched her cheek. Despite the unfamiliar feeling that could have been quite frightening, Anasha didn’t push it away because the refreshing scent brushing past her nose was eerily familiar.

‘Sigh…’

Why is he here?

As she opened her eyes with a pounding headache, she was greeted by a large chest right in front of her. Its immense size made her mouth drop open, momentarily mistaking it for an apricot-colored wall.

‘What is this…?’

The man’s chest was so robust that even with her hand fully spread, it was nowhere near enough to cover it. If she were to consider only the area, wasn’t it larger than her? Her gaze, which rolled upwards, met the man who had already woken up and was watching the sleeping Anasha.

His short, ebony-like hair and luminous ash-colored eyes, reminiscent of a full moon in the night sky, gave off a fierce look that was softened, resembling a well-fed predator. His thick jawline and slightly tanned apricot-colored skin led down to a prominent collarbone, which bore scars from being cut by something sharp. They were the marks made by a five-year-old Anasha’s fingernails.

His broad shoulders, extending from the collarbone, were wide enough to hold her in one embrace. His muscular body, without an ounce of excess flesh, was so seductive that it made her mouth water. Anasha’s gaze moved past the tempting muscles, which could be described as chocolate abs, to the impressive manhood.

‘Ah!’

Even though it was curled up and lying quietly, its size was considerable. It wasn’t like some beast’s g*nitalia. Even though she was of a rather thin build, she couldn’t help but subtly withdraw her body upon seeing a m*mber as thick as her wrist. But soon, a bolt-like sharp pain surged through her, and she clenched her teeth.

‘Ugh!’

The throbbing pain that started between her legs raced up her waist.

‘No way…?’

Anasha, creaking like a broken clockwork doll, lowered her head. Her voluptuous chest, clumsily covered by curly cherry blossom-colored hair, was flushed red. Her skin, white to the point of being pale, was mottled with reddish congestion as if bitten by insects. When she closed her legs, the dull ache below pounded even more fiercely, and Anasha, holding onto her dizzy mind, tightly shut her eyes.

Karcian di Shakers, the Young Master.

Thanks to their close parents, they naturally became childhood friends and always spent time together. Until he left for the academy six years ago without any notice. Karcian, who didn’t return home even during vacations, finally showed up after graduation. That too, just yesterday, on the day of Anasha’s debutante.

Anasha recalled the debutante held just the day before. The party hall where she entered holding Karcian’s hand. It was a bit strange to see him so grown-up after such a long time, but she quickly got used to it. The alcohol she tasted for the first time in celebration of becoming an adult played a big role in that. The alcohol didn’t just erase the six-year gap; it completely wiped it out.

Yes, it was the damn alcohol’s fault.

The sparkling drink went down smoothly, and though it was bitter, it strangely had a sweet taste. The combination of bitterness and sweetness was an unimaginable odd mix, but it was so delicious that she kept drinking it incessantly. She must have drunk so much that she lost her rationality. Seeing that she’s in this situation with him.

The more Anasha tried to gather her thoughts, the more she wanted to tear out her hair over the vivid memories of the previous night.

“Karc, hiccup! You… have grown a lot?”

That night. With a flushed face from being heavily drunk, she flirted, and Karcian handed her a cup of cold water and led her to the terrace. It was probably with the intention that the cool night air might sober her up, but as soon as they entered the terrace, Anasha grabbed his cravat and pulled him close. Despite his large build, he was easily drawn in and offered his lips.

“Are you good? Hic! Are you… good at it…?”

Crazy. Why did I do that?

Her abundant s*xual curiosity met with the influence of alcohol and turned into an impulsive act. The starting point was a book she had enjoyed reading just before the debutante.

A bookstore she happened to visit in the capital. She just went in to see if there were any books worth reading, but who knew that bookstore dealt with books marked with red stickers. As the unknown realm unfolded before her eyes, Anasha couldn’t resist her curiosity and reached out. The books she read thoroughly, staying up all night until just before the debutante, blossomed into fantasies in her mind.

No matter how curious she was, how could she think of doing this with him?

“Sasha?”

“Hic!”

Her thought process, recalling the night of the debutante, was halted by his voice. Returning to reality, Anasha trembled her pupils in surprise at the mid-low voice that deliberately called her by a nickname. The youthful voice in her memory was nowhere to be found, replaced by a low, gentle tenor akin to the melody of percussion instruments, which dug into her ears. The voice, as enchanting as the devil’s whisper, caused her to flare up in another fit of surprise.

I was flustered! Sharing a bed with an enemy I had fought with since childhood, even pulling each other’s hair! And it was I who seduced him first. 

Eventually, tears welled up in her eyes. Unable to accept the grim reality, Anasha trembled and cried out.

“Give me back my first night!”