Chapter 1.4

And now, this was the situation.

She opened her eyes, which she had squeezed tightly shut.

The man—no, Feroza—was still standing in front of her.

And he was half-n*ked!

“P-please, put on some clothes first.”

“I remember you liked my body last night.”

“Just hurry up and get dressed!”

As she shrieked in panic, Feroza chuckled and began to put on his clothes.

Why hadn’t she realized last night, looking at that hair and those eyes, that this man was Feroza Calliet, the male lead?

‘It’s all the alcohol’s fault, really!’

In her mind, she imagined hitting herself over the head with a champagne bottle.

It was a huge mistake to drink so much just because the champagne tasted good, without knowing this body’s alcohol tolerance.

No, maybe coming to the Founding Festival party at all was a mistake.

At last, Feroza finished dressing neatly and approached her.

“I’m dressed now.”

“Um… good. And let’s part ways here. A one-night stand should stay a one-night stand. Understood?”

She spat out her words quickly and turned her back on him.

But Feroza wrapped his arm around her waist again.

“Your Grace!”

“Last night you spoke so informally.”

“That was…!”

“You sounded quite alluring when you did.”

He pulled her closer.

Something large and heavy pressed against her bottom, making her shudder.

“Y-Your Grace…”

“Judging by how you’re trying to run away, I guess you didn’t enjoy the night.”

His large hand slipped under her dress.

His hand caressed her thigh so sensually that her legs almost gave out, but thankfully, Feroza held her by the waist so she didn’t collapse.

“Mm…”

His hand moved up, resting on her bottom.

Without realizing it, she let out a soft moan, clutching Feroza’s arm tightly.

“I liked your soft and plump bottom too. It looked like a peach—I wanted to bite it, but I thought it would be rude on the first night, so I held back.”

“Ah…”

His whisper at her ear sent a shiver through her.

His hand slid forward again, slipping into her underwear.

Startled, she reflexively pulled her hips back, only to bump into his arousal, surprising her again.

She didn’t know how he did it, but somehow the ribbon she’d tied so tightly had come undone, and her top had slipped halfway down, exposing her chest.

She was wearing a negligee, but it was so thin it was practically see-through—might as well not be wearing anything at all.

Feroza moved the hand that had held her waist to cup her br*ast.

“Ahng…!”

A whimper, almost like a plea, escaped her lips.

He buried his face in her shoulder and began to plant small kisses.

“I thought we were quite compatible last night. Was I mistaken?”

“That’s…!”

“You swallowed all of me in one go, didn’t you?”

She could feel his smile against her skin.

Even as she panted, she tried desperately to explain herself.

“Your Grace, last night, it was just because I was drunk, ah…!”

His fingers below pressed her sensitive spot, cutting off her words.

He gently rubbed with his fingers, and as she grew wetter, he slipped them inside.

“Your Grace, please, just listen…!”

“I’m listening. Go ahead.”

No, you’re not listening at all, you jerk!

He seemed to care only about her chest and below, ignoring everything else.

His fingers worked her thoroughly, while his other hand gently kneaded her br*ast.

Sometimes, he pinched her hardened n*pple between his fingers.

Suddenly, Feroza spun her around, lifted her up, and laid her on the table.

“Your Grace!”

“I can’t hold back.”

He lifted her fallen dress back up and positioned himself between her legs.

Then, lowering his trousers, he revealed his fully aroused self.

In the bright daylight, it was even more shocking than last night.

She wondered if that really fit inside her. It was so big.

How could a person even live with something like that?

“You said that last night too, and it fit just fine.”

“What?”

Had I said that out loud?

As she instinctively covered her mouth, he laughed and said,

“It’s written all over your face.”

“Ugh…”

He rubbed the tip against her entrance.

Then, very gently, he slid in all the way.

Still, it seemed tight, and Feroza frowned slightly.

Soon, he began to move his hips.

“Ah, mm, hnn…!”

It was as natural as flowing water.

He moved deeply inside her from the start.

“Wait, wait, ah…!”

She hadn’t been thinking about s*x at all until just now, but somehow she was swept up in his pace.

In truth, every time he hit deep inside, her mind went completely blank and she couldn’t think of anything else.

“Whew… May I kiss you?”

You hadn’t even asked earlier!

Annoyed, she glared at him, but Feroza just smiled and bent down to kiss her.

Their tongues tangled wetly, and her arousal dripped from where they were joined.

“Mmph, mm, ah…!”

Suppressed moans slipped out between their joined lips.

Feroza naturally broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck.

Then, he began to nibble here and there.

She shuddered and said,

“A mark, please, don’t leave a mark…!”

“I didn’t leave any deep ones.”

He kissed her lips again.

Even as he did, his arousal was steadily stirring her insides.

“Ah, ha!”

When Feroza thrust in hard, her toes curled and her back arched.

Regardless of the fact that her partner was Feroza, s*x with him was so good it was almost blissful.

Even in Korea, she’d had boyfriends and slept with them, but none had ever satisfied her like Feroza did.

Her vision sparkled, and her hips trembled.

At the same time, the length that had been filling her completely slipped out, and soon after, she felt a warm liquid splatter across her stomach.

“Ha, haa…”

She sprawled on the table, gasping for breath.

Her heart pounded as if she had just run with all her strength.

Before she knew it, Feroza brought a warm, damp towel and carefully wiped her stomach and between her legs.

“Can you stand up?”

“…Isn’t your attitude a bit different from before?”

She glanced at him sideways, then took his hand and carefully climbed down from the table.

Her legs trembled, but not so much that she couldn’t stand.

Feroza glanced at his watch and said,

“Let’s wash up.”

“What? No, I’ll wash when I get home!”

“…You’ll feel uncomfortable.”

That was true.

She hadn’t really washed last night, and after their recent intimacy, she was sweaty.

“I promise I won’t do anything while we’re washing, so don’t worry.”

“No, it’s just…”

Feroza swiftly slipped off her dress.

In an instant, she was n*ked, and he scooped her up in his arms.

He strode to the bathroom, set her down in the tub, and turned on the water.

“Just wait a moment, the water will fill up soon.”

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before undressing himself.

Then, picking her up again, he sat with her in the filling tub.

Everything happened so quickly that she could only stare, wide-eyed.

The warm water made her body relax.

“It’s so warm…”

Without thinking, she leaned her back against his chest.

It was solid, making it perfect to lean on.

Soon, the tub filled, and Feroza reached out to turn off the faucet.

She stared blankly ahead when his voice broke the silence.

“There’s something I’m curious about.”

“Huh? What is it?”

“Tell me your name.”

Now that she thought about it, Feroza didn’t even know her name, despite spending the night together.

If she had woken up earlier and escaped, he wouldn’t have known her name, and they’d never have crossed paths again.

She sighed inwardly and opened her mouth.

“It’s Ellie Archenna.”

“The eldest of the Archenna Marquisate.”

“You know that?”

“I may not know faces well, but I’ve memorized the noble family trees.”

Feroza kissed the back of her neck as he spoke.

The ticklish sensation made her giggle, and he started planting small kisses here and there.

Then, he said something that made her freeze.

“May I call you Ellie?”

“…What?”

“You can call me Feroza, too.”

“N-no, how could I address you by name, Your Grace?”

She shook her head in flustered refusal.

“Then, do you permit me to call you by your name?”

“Um… well…”

She wanted to say no, but hesitated, then declined indirectly.

“Uh, this will probably be our last meeting, so is there really any need to call each other by name…?”

“So if this isn’t our last meeting, I can call you by name?”

“What?!”

Wasn’t that basically saying I didn’t want to get close?

“Ellie, let’s meet again next time.”

“Your Grace…”

Hearing her name from his lips made her chest tingle.

Something felt off.

A sense of foreboding crept into her mind.