1.1 – Hello? I Came Here to Get It Up

Clara had always dreamed of marrying her long-time crush, Baron Lucius.  

It all began when she accompanied her mother to a certain place and saw Lucius for the first time. She fell in love with him at first sight.  

At first, it was because he was more handsome than any prince in a fairy tale.  

Then, it was because of how he took care of her in her parents’ absence, even though he grumbled about her being a pesky little kid.  

Liz constantly dismissed his actions as fake and criticized her own brother, but Clara had already made up her mind.  

‘One day, I’ll become his wife!’  

Even though the women frequenting Lucius’s bedroom changed several times, Clara firmly believed that he would eventually choose her.  

So, when her proposal was cruelly rejected, the shock was indescribable.  

‘Hey, kiddo. What are you even talking about right now?’  

On the very day she went to propose, Lucius came down to the drawing room with a face that had just woken up. He flicked her forehead as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  

He even mocked her carefully dressed-up appearance.  

‘With a chest that small, where do you think you’re proposing? Go drink some more of your mom’s milk.’  

After saying that, he left nonchalantly, leaving Clara heartbroken. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she barely managed to hold them back, thinking she couldn’t show such an embarrassing side of herself at the Baron’s mansion.  

So Clara convinced herself that it was okay to play a little prank like this.  

“Haah, ugh, damn it.”  

From Baron Lucius’s room, groans had been leaking out for a while now. Clara’s heart pounded with an inexplicable tension, as she had never heard such sounds before—sounds that made the air feel sticky. She was accustomed to his light laughter and soft whispers, but this was entirely different.  

In the empty hallway, only Clara’s footsteps and his groans could be heard. It felt as if she was sneaking around doing something bad, just like when she was a child.  

Of course, she was indeed about to do something bad. Probably the worst thing she had ever done in her life.  

Clara steadied her trembling heart and carefully opened the door. The creaking sound was a bit loud, but fortunately, Lucius didn’t seem to notice.  

“Hah, huff.”  

As soon as she peeked inside, she saw Lucius climaxing, his s*men spurting out. Despite having released so much, he was still letting out pained groans.  

Clara swallowed hard at the sight before her. It was an overwhelming scene. She clenched her fists tightly.  

Lucius was a mess, pure and simple.  

The room reeked of his scent, so much so that it stung her nose. It was clear he had been at it for a while before she arrived.  

‘Seriously, this is insane.’  

Even though Clara had no experience in such matters, she understood what this meant. From her secret peeks into his room and the knowledge she had gained from books, Clara had enough theoretical understanding to earn a doctorate in sexology—if only she had actual experience.  

Right now, Lucius was in heat.  

‘Lucius in heat…’  

Should I even step into this room? 

Crossing this line meant she could never go back to the way things were.  

Clara hesitated for a moment. Then, she looked at Lucius, who was panting heavily.  

The sight of the Baron, drenched in sweat and trembling, was breathtakingly beautiful. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, and those lovely lips exhaled rough breaths—an image Clara would never forget for the rest of her life.  

‘Belle, why are you crying? What’s so great about that guy?’  

Liz had found Clara crying her heart out after being cruelly rejected and had helped her up.  

‘Forget it. You’re way too good for my brother. It’s better this way.’  

Though Liz was clearly annoyed that her brother had made Clara cry, she still comforted her, wiping away her tears and grinding her teeth in frustration.  

‘It’s been my lifelong dream… to marry him.’  

‘You seriously want to marry that womanizer?’  

Clara flinched at Liz’s raised voice. Yes, even if he was a womanizer, she didn’t care. Everyone only talked about his promiscuity and clicked their tongues, but Clara knew there was more to him than that.  

She had planned to show him, after they got married, what kind of charm he possessed and why she had fallen for him.  

‘I… I’m just a kid to him, not even a woman. And… he said I have a small chest.’  

She never imagined Lucius would say such things. Not only did he laugh at her in disbelief, but he also scrutinized her body and shrugged dismissively.  

It was humiliating.  

The feelings she had cherished for so long were treated like trash, and the realization that she was nothing more than a joke to him filled her with despair.  

Clara poured out all her sorrow to Liz, crying uncontrollably.  

‘What?’  

Liz, who had been silently listening, let out a laugh of disbelief. Her gaze lingered on Clara’s chest for a moment. Liz knew exactly what was hidden there.  

And if Lucius saw it, he wouldn’t be able to resist.  

Realizing this, Liz’s eyes sparkled mischievously.  

With the same expression she always wore when planning a big prank, Liz shared her scheme with Clara.  

‘We need to show my brother exactly what he missed out on.’  

And that’s how Liz’s plan came about. She told Clara to sneak into Lucius’s room at night, assuring her that she would send away all the attendants so no one would see her.  

‘B-but sneaking into a man’s room at night is…’  

‘You’ve always been jealous, haven’t you? Of the women who leave my brother’s room n*ked.’  

Clara’s face turned red at Liz’s pointed remark.  

Baron Lucius, whom Clara adored, was infamous throughout the Empire for being a playboy. His stunning looks ensured he was never without female company, and every time Clara visited the mansion, the woman leaving his room was always different.  

Seeing them filled Clara with emotions she couldn’t understand. Later, Liz explained to her that it was jealousy.  

‘Show Lucius what kind of woman you really are.’  

Even though the prospect of marriage had sailed away, Clara couldn’t resist her friend’s whispered suggestion: “You might as well have at least one night with him.”  

Clara eventually gave in.  

Liz brewed an herb said to enhance s*xual desire and added it to the tea Lucius drank every night. Naturally, his body began to burn with heat.  

And so, for the first time in her life, Clara embarked on the audacious act of barging into a man’s room—at this late hour, no less.  

“Hah, what kind of herb… did she feed me? Ugh, hah, huff.”  

Lucius looked visibly distressed.  

While diligently moving his hand up and down, he used his other hand to harshly twist his own n*pple, as if he couldn’t endure it otherwise.  

Seeing this, Clara hesitated no longer. She took one step forward, then another, drawing closer to him and observing his lustful state up close.  

His usually neat silver hair was drenched in sweat, and his once pale, flawless skin was flushed red.  

She had only ever caught glimpses of his back or his movements through narrow gaps before. This was her first time seeing him so heated up this close. And now that she was closer, it felt even more overwhelming.  

Then she noticed it—the large, long rod he was gripping in his hand.  

‘Oh my, w-what is that?’  

Clara’s eyes widened in shock.  

Even though she was inexperienced in such matters, she wasn’t entirely ignorant. After all, tea parties with her close lady friends often turned into sessions of discussing risqué topics.  

Not only did they read erotic novels aloud to each other, but they also shared their personal experiences without holding back. Clara had learned a lot during those gatherings.  

And the hottest topic among them was always about a man’s g*nitalia—its size, girth, and endurance. They would passionately discuss how crucial these factors were.  

‘Even if you do experience it, don’t expect too much. Those big, magnificent ones are just a fantasy.’  

Lady Luna always used to say that.  

But to think that fantasy would unfold right before her eyes! Clara swallowed hard without realizing it. Strangely, her mouth began to water, as if she were looking at something delicious.  

Lucius still hadn’t noticed that someone had entered his room. He was solely focused on cooling his feverish body, rubbing and stroking his swollen member relentlessly.  

With wet, squelching sounds, his hand movements quickened, and soon, opaque liquid spurted from the tip of his organ.  

“Hah, huff, ugh.”  

Lucius arched his back forward. To an uninformed observer, it might have looked like he was in pain, but Clara could clearly tell—this was the sight of a man reaching his climax.  

“Hah, even now… damn it.”  

Despite having released himself twice already, his face showed no signs of relief. If anything, he looked even more tormented.  

It was no wonder, as the organ between his legs remained as rigid and imposing as ever, showing no signs of subsiding.  

“Ah!”  

Clara let out a small scream without meaning to. Realizing what she had done, she quickly covered her mouth, but there was no way the sound wouldn’t reach Lucius’s ears.