Maverick’s face clearly showed disdain. So clear that even the drunk Rose could see it. Rose felt a slight sting in her chest as she took a step toward Maverick. But Maverick stepped back two paces.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“Do I have any reason not to avoid you?”

It was just a cold rejection. But drunk Rose took those words as a real question. No, even if Maverick had been colder, she would have taken it as a question. Since her regression, Rose had thought of Maverick’s coldness and contempt as sort of his supplementary tool or option. Like a special accessory that comes with a limited edition bag! It was his unique prettiness and beautiful characteristic!

That cold contempt! Where else would I, Rose Clematis, receive such looks!

Anyway, Rose took his words meant to end the conversation as a question, and pondered the answer to that question.

“Hmm…”

“……”

No matter how she thought about it, there was no reason for Maverick to avoid her. Rose smiled with satisfaction.

“There isn’t any. So, hug me.”

“Ha…”

Maverick shook his head. It seemed there would be no getting through to her. Though it’s not like they usually communicated well either.

“…You’re very drunk. Go rest.”

Though he said that, it didn’t seem like she would leave on her own. This time, Maverick took a step toward Rose.

Then Rose stepped back two paces.

“……”

Maverick’s eyebrows curved greatly.

Rose, disliking this, pushed out her lips sulkily and said.

“Are you going to just suck and send me away again?”

“…Pardon?”

Maverick thought for a moment that he had heard wrong. Though Rose was willful, had a strong s*x drive, and even knew how to express it openly, this was…

“That’s what you do. Every day, just fondling down there…”

“……”

This was too…

“Did you put a gold band on your c*ck? Why are you being so precious about it? No, when are you finally going to put it in!”

Maverick didn’t hide the natural contempt flowing out.

“Is that all you know how to say?”

“……!”

And hearing those words, Rose received a great shock.

‘…What did I just say?’

The alcohol gave Rose courage but also impulses. Rose inwardly sighed as she realized she had used the mischievous words she usually only used when teasing someone. But she couldn’t control her lips.

“What can I do when I’m curious about yours, want to touch it, want to put it in?”

It was as if she had gained a mouth of disaster.

“Yes, I made inappropriate actions unworthy of you, I’ll apologize if you’re surprised. What I usually do to other men…”

“Other men?”

Rose’s gaze rose. Maverick was cold enough to seem frozen in a glacier. Despite this, Rose felt like she was trapped alone in a volcano, her body burning hot. The desire to possess that man seemed to keep urging her on.

There were many trash men in this social circle. How many bastards were there who would harass any woman they saw? Rose sometimes felt euphoria in stepping on these trash men on behalf of those who couldn’t say anything due to social status differences. It was like a hobby she enjoyed very occasionally.

These bastards would swing their tongues like dirty knives but couldn’t bear it when they received the same treatment and would become angry. She had even seen some cry at just one line like ‘How small is your c*ck that you can’t function without harassment?’

But she shouldn’t have done that to Maverick. Why did her words and actions always get ahead of her with someone she wanted to cherish? Yes, she was anxious.

Maverick reached out and grabbed Rose’s chin, lifting it. When Rose flinched and tried to back away unconsciously, a firm hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her in. When Rose struggled, he applied more force as if displeased, and Rose’s body was forcibly moved as she was pulled toward him as much as he had stepped back.

Finally, Maverick looked down at Rose while slightly leaning against the desk.

“What kind of trash have you been spouting to other men?”

“I wonder.”

Rose blinked hazily with her chin still held. Though she didn’t know it, physiological tears were gathering on her long eyelashes. Moreover, because she spilled some alcohol earlier, there were wine stains on her cheeks and clearly visible on her chest. It was terribly sensual.

With each blink of her eyebrows, thirst gathered on Maverick’s face, but Rose didn’t know this either.

“I see you’re even more low-class than I thought. Let’s hear it. What kind of garbage have you been spouting to other bastards.”

Ah, it seemed it wasn’t just those trash at the banquets who had knives on their tongues.

But to Rose, this knife was only welcome. Even if it hurt, she wished he would cut her up more. Strange. She usually didn’t like being dominated, but with Maverick, it seemed fine if he wielded her.

‘While you’re at it, wield that rod down there too…’

Rose’s hands were caressing Maverick’s chest, but they were caught as they slipped down sneakily. Maverick had an incredulous expression as if saying ‘You want to do that in this situation?’

“Are my words going in one ear and out the other?”

Contrary to Rose’s thought that she might sober up soon, the drunkenness grew stronger. Rose spoke the words rising in her heart with a hazy expression.

“I want to sleep with you.”

“……”

Of course, she hadn’t properly heard Maverick’s previous words.

“Won’t you put your c*ck inside me?”

“That mouth, really…”

“Why not? I’m your wife.”

She forcibly brought Maverick’s hand to her br*ast. Plump, his large hand sank into her full br*ast. Rose firmly held his hand in place. Though she thought she was applying force, it was actually quite weak, but Maverick didn’t push her away.

“I want to have them, your chest, your c*ck. They’re all mine anyway!”

“…What.”

“Why? Feeling wronged? Still, I’m your– mmph!”

Rose mumbled and moved when her mouth was covered. Then she froze when her eyes met Maverick’s.

Even drunk, she could see clearly.

“…To which bastard did you speak like that?”

The man who had been like an Arctic glacier until just now had eyes burning pitch black. Not red flames. A hotter, but cold-looking blue flames came to mind.

‘Bastard? Which bastard?’

As Rose tilted her head in confusion, her eyes grew hazy from dizziness. Because Maverick’s hand was now gently rubbing her br*ast.

“Hnng, hic, what’s, what’s the problem…? Ah.”

Rose became depressed. Though she was happy that Maverick was finally touching her, somehow she felt more distant from him. It was strange. To feel far away despite their bodies being so close.

Though Rose had never known tears, whether because of the alcohol or if this only happened with Maverick. Tears welled up under her melancholy. Her glistening face turned toward Maverick.

“What, what can I do about what I’ve learned… hic, hic. Isn’t it, better to be honest?”

Being honest is good. Hadn’t they both spent a life not knowing each other at all? Of course, the man before her wouldn’t remember that time at all, but it remained with her.

“I don’t…know how to say anything else, ah.”

The hand that had been fondling her br*ast suddenly stopped. Rose raised her head with tears in her eyes. Before her was a body no longer coldly frozen. There was a chest with a beating heart.

“I want to get closer to you, is this way not allowed?”

“……”

You’re my husband.

“Can’t you hold me… ah!”

Before she could finish speaking, Maverick covered her lips. Not expecting him to approach so fiercely, Rose felt dazed even through her tipsiness. That too passed quickly. Rose slowly closed her eyes. Maverick’s tongue still felt somewhat clumsy, but his desire to possess her overwhelmed such things.

Rather, he seemed to become more skilled the more they did it. Strangely enough.

When their lips parted, Rose blinked hazily.

“Wait, wife.”

Her legs gave out smoothly. When Rose slumped down, a slightly surprised Maverick caught her. The body that had been standing for the kiss leaned back against the desk again. Maverick looked at her fallen cardigan and her cleavage that was clearly meant to seduce him. It was a deeply cut dress.

…She walked through the corridors wearing this?

Maverick’s eyebrows shot up slightly.

Regardless, Rose was blinking while staring at one spot. She hadn’t noticed when she rushed in earlier, but there was a wine bottle and red wine on the desk. It was clearly identical to one of the wines she had been drinking heavily just before.

Rose blinked languidly. Though she didn’t know why she remembered it at this moment.

Hadn’t Maverick coldly dismissed her even when she was completely soaked?

‘Yet now he kisses me like this.’

The logic of drunk people is truly fickle and forced. Rose too felt a sudden surge of unreasonable anger. Without time to think further, she grabbed the wine that was in the glass and poured it over the head of the man who was glaring at her.

Her hand moved first.

“Heh…”

Rose grinned widely.

“What a spectacular sight.”

“……”

Strangely, Maverick wasn’t angry. He just stared at her with quiet eyes. Rose started losing her smile as she made unreasonable thoughts like ‘you should have looked at me properly just once when I was wet.’

Drip. Drip.

The red wine fell like raindrops from beneath his golden hair. The wine flowing down his straight nose bridge and pale cheeks reflected the moonlight, appearing an even deeper color. His wet shirt emphasized his massive build even more. Rose unconsciously swallowed at the clearly visible contours of his chest.