Prologue

The atmosphere of the two spaces was completely different. Although they were separated by nothing more than a glass door and a thin curtain, one side was hot and humid, while the other was fresh and lively.

The splendid, spacious banquet hall was filled with soft music fluttering like a spring breeze, and people blooming with laughter. They focused only on the person in front of them, showing a strange lack of interest in what was happening beyond the firmly drawn curtain behind the glass door.

No one lingered around the balcony. Everyone turned away, simply laughing and chatting.

-Ahh……!

Even though the sound of a woman’s m*an was clearly audible from there.

Only Lily Hardwick stared blankly at the scene.

The dim light seeping through the curtain illuminated the balcony as secretively as the act unfolding between the man and woman. The two tangled figures were burning hot.

Despite the woman being completely covered by the man’s large frame, Lily could tell she was quite aroused.

-Mm…….

The constant nasal sounds escaping her throat were proof of that.

It was understandable, since the man was passionate. Lily saw a stubborn persistence in his back. He never once lifted his bowed head toward the woman.

The sticky sounds echoed quietly on the balcony alongside the woman’s m*ans.

The heated atmosphere clung to Lily like the humidity of midsummer. Rather than feeling unpleasant, Lily was simply bewildered by it all.

After all, the man, Lawrence Velcross, was known for his abstinence. A man with no desire, who had never caused a single scandal.

And yet, here he was, having a steamy tryst with a woman! And on the balcony of a banquet hall, where anyone could walk in at any moment!

‘Wow…….’

Lily let out a soft exclamation at Lawrence’s bold behavior.

He looked as if he were suffering from a terrible thirst. It was hard to believe that the man she knew as Lawrence Velcross was really that person.

He finally moved his body away from the woman’s lips where his face had been buried. Contrary to Lily’s expectation that he would lift his head and give her a break, he instead bent even lower.

-Lawrence!

Perhaps he finally let go of her lips, as the woman called his name in a shrill voice. Lily tilted her head at the voice, which was thick with excitement. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite remember where she’d heard it.

Consciously ignoring Lawrence, who was nibbling at the woman’s neck, Lily focused on the woman’s face.

The light sneaking through the curtain didn’t reach the woman’s face. The person tilting her neck back in pleasure was shrouded in the cloak of night.

Lily was curious. Who was the woman who had made that boring man so aroused? Who could make the dignified Lawrence lower himself to serve her?

-Lawrence, not there.

The woman grabbed Lawrence’s hand, which was lifting her ample chest.

Lily frowned slightly. The voice, and that chest, both seemed familiar.

-Ah, don’t be scared.

Lily glanced at Lawrence, who easily brushed off the woman’s minor resistance, and stared at the chest he was teasing with his hand and mouth.

That perfectly shaped chest. That full, perky chest that didn’t sag. The way it bounced and quivered when poked, like pudding, and the soft touch like stroking an angel’s feather!

Lily knew whose proud br*asts those were. There was no way she couldn’t know.

“My goodness!”

Just then, a breeze mischievously disturbed the tightly drawn curtain, and Lily saw it. The face of the woman who had aroused Lawrence.

Soft, delicate pink hair, eyes of the same color lost in ecstasy, a perfectly curved nose, plump lips—a rather beautiful face.

“That’s me!”

That’s right. Lawrence Velcross was having a lewd fantasy about Lily Hardwick!

Shocked, Lily quickly escaped from Lawrence Velcross’s mind and looked at the real him.

At the victory banquet celebrating his achievements, with a face so stoic it was almost cold, surrounded by elderly officials, lost in his own imagination.