Chapter 1.1 – I Think You’ve Come to the Wrong Place

She had an older sister named Diana. Diana was nine years older, with a glamorous appearance, and was as popular as she was notorious for her numerous romances. She was famous in social circles for frequently changing boyfriends.

If one were to count the number of men Diana had dated, even combining all fingers and toes wouldn’t be enough.

Until ‘that incident,’ she didn’t care how many boyfriends Diana had or how often she brought them to the mansion. In fact, she hoped Diana’s boyfriends would visit the house. Every time, Diana would give her a bag of cookies as hush money.

“Here, I bought your favorite macarons, so you have to keep it a secret that Everton came today.”

“Yeah! Got it!”

“Oh, you’re so cute. And try not to go upstairs if possible.”

“Okay!”

At the time, she nodded without knowing the reason. Whatever Diana did with her boyfriend on the second floor had nothing to do with her. What mattered were the pretty, sweet cookies. To eat more cookies, she had to keep the secret first.

So, she didn’t think much of Diana’s frequent warning to ‘not go upstairs.’ Eventually, ‘that incident’ happened.

Nobles usually receive s*x education from the age of fourteen. She was twelve at the time, and the only thing she knew about the relationship between men and women was kissing. She thought kissing was the most embarrassing and naughty thing in the world, and unfortunately, macarons were on her mind.

“Hmm, I want more.”

Had she known about s*x earlier, she would never have gone upstairs even if someone offered her the most delicious cookie in the world.

“Should I ask my sister for just one more?”

In the end, because of that one macaron, she opened Pandora’s box called ‘Diana’s Room.’

The quiet second-floor hallway, where there wasn’t a single maid or servant, the only sound was the faint panting coming from Diana’s room.

Thinking about the plump macarons filled with chocolate filling, she didn’t even realize it was strange. She turned the doorknob to Diana’s room with a joyful heart.

“Ahh. So good……!”

She ended up witnessing what was happening in the dark room.

Diana, lying face down on the bed with only a black blindfold over her eyes, and a man wearing only men’s garter belts holding a red whip. Between the man’s thighs, who had his back turned to her, something like the tip of a mushroom was dangling and disappearing repeatedly.

That alone was stimulating enough, but the following scene was even more shocking.

The man swung the whip upward and began smacking Diana’s b*ttocks. They were so focused on their act that they didn’t even notice she had opened the door.

She was frozen and trembling when suddenly the man threw the whip and quickly climbed on top of Diana. The bed shook, revealing the full form of the crimson, bumpy pillar attached to the man’s body. It was limp, but it grew on top of Diana’s b*ttocks and soon transformed into a banana-like curved club.

Suddenly having a bad feeling, she managed to regain her senses and grabbed the doorknob, but unfortunately, it was too late.

“Aaah!”

That was the first time she realized Diana could scream in such a high-pitched tone.

Through the crack in the door, she saw Diana entwined with the man, moving her body.

Thud, thud, thud. Shocked by the vivid scene, she stumbled back, slammed the door shut, and quickly fled to her room.

She pulled the blanket over her head, repeatedly telling herself it was a dream, that she had seen it wrong, but her mind was already filled with flesh-colored images. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in her ears.

That evening, she had lost her appetite and skipped dinner, wanting to be alone, but her mother forced her to sit at the table.

Seeing her sister’s profile again, Diana looked perfectly fine for someone who had been subjected to a club.

Perhaps she had a terrible dream.

Just as she was briefly hoping.

“Everton is indeed big, isn’t he?”

Watching Diana mutter, ‘It still feels open,’ while rubbing her bottom on the chair, she realized once again that the scene was real.

As a result, she couldn’t eat anything that day.

And after that incident, whenever she saw a lover or a man, the memory of that time resurfaced. The whip, the crimson club, the beastly posture. Even the fishy smell of that time.

Even when she saw boys her age, she couldn’t help but look at their crotch first. She couldn’t erase the thought that they, too, were hiding that disgusting club behind their cute faces. Because of that, she became distant from the boys she was close to at the time.

As time passed, through s*x education, she learned that what Diana had done was ‘the act between a man and a woman to make a child.’ But the perception that it was a frightening act did not disappear.

For that reason, she still couldn’t hold a man’s hand….

She even accidentally rejected a knight’s hand when he offered to escort her.

Unfortunately, it happened at a crowded social gathering, earning her the nickname ‘a wall stronger than a magic barrier.’ Of course, that was the decisive moment. The main reason was her inability to hide her expression and her aversion to men. Looking back, she felt really sorry….

Currently, she could face men and was okay with a distance of about 1 meter. But touching them still gave her intense goosebumps.

She was probably the only one who hadn’t experienced a social dance by the age of twenty.

The dance, where bodies were pressed together, reminded her of that act. Watching people hold hands and sway made her face flush, and she wanted to run out of the social hall.

So, whenever she attended a social party, her main activity during dance time was quietly going to a corner and eating desserts.

Seeing the mushroom soup on the table where the family gathered after a long time really made her sigh. After that incident, she couldn’t eat the macarons she loved so much or mushrooms that looked similar.

‘I can’t avoid men forever…….’

It wasn’t that she disliked men; she just found them uncomfortable. Before that incident, she was the one who played well with boys.

So she always thought, ‘Maybe today will be fine,’ ‘This time, I might be able to touch the tip of a finger,’ and tried to muster courage at social gatherings, but she always failed.

When she actually saw men, her resolve would wither away, and she’d postpone it, telling herself, ‘I’ll try next time.’

There wasn’t any man she particularly liked at the social hall. She didn’t have to marry anyone right away, so she became increasingly passive about overcoming it.

‘For now, it doesn’t interfere with my work. Maybe I can overcome it slowly later.’

Ha, what to do.

She was stirring the mushroom soup with her spoon, secretly picking out the mushrooms and forcing herself to sip just the broth when it happened.

“There’s a marriage proposal for you.”

Her father suddenly brought it up.

“Huh? Who, me, seriously?”

A marriage proposal?!

Startled, she ended up jabbing the bottom of the bowl with her spoon.

Because of that, a few drops of soup splashed upward and landed on Diana’s hand.

“Ah, hot! Be more careful.”

“Oh, sorry. But more importantly, Father! A marriage proposal?”

She quickly apologized to Diana and turned to her father. Diana muttered beside her, ‘That sweet and cute Erica has changed.’

Pretending not to hear, she waited only for her father’s answer. Her father calmly set down his utensils, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and only then spoke again.

“You’re of age now, so it’s about time for marriage talks.”

“Of course, but…”

She had just turned twenty this year. As the second daughter of the Prime Earl family, it was natural for marriage discussions to arise.

However…

She couldn’t continue speaking and shifted her gaze to the table. Her family didn’t know she was uncomfortable around men. They just thought she wasn’t interested in the opposite s*x.

She still couldn’t shake off the fear, and her goal was always to at least brush against a man’s clothes.

And now they spoke of marriage? To a man she didn’t even know?

It was impossible.

She was about to tell her father that she absolutely didn’t want it.

“You’re the only one. There’s no one else.”

Her mother clicked her tongue and placed her spoon on the table with a sound.

“Look at your sister, Diana. She missed the timing for marriage and is still doing strange businesses. I hope you at least meet a good man and get married normally.”

It’s not that I don’t want to get married! But there’s a critical problem, so it’s difficult right now!

The sudden thought couldn’t turn into words and lingered in her throat.

She didn’t want to talk about her problem with her family.

She was thinking about how to refuse when Diana, provoked by her mother’s words, stabbed an asparagus with her fork and complained.

“There you go again. What can I do if I haven’t found a man I like yet? Besides, you both benefit from my business. If you keep this up, I’ll just move out.”

“Hey, I’m not telling you to leave the house! Wouldn’t it be nice if you got married like other young ladies? Do you know how you’re referred to in society? A spinster crazy about men! I can’t show my face.”

“Mom, it’s true I’m crazy about men, but twenty-nine is still a young age. And I’m not a virgin, you know?”

“Oh my, is this the time to talk about virginity?”

The words ‘sleep with’ should be attached to Diana’s ‘man I like.’ Diana was looking for a man who would give her the ultimate pleasure in SM play. A man who would hit her very well…