Prologue

Neria opened her eyes.

“…….”

And she witnessed a black-haired man tied down on a massage table.

‘……What is this.’

The man, with only a single towel covering his important parts, lay there with his eyes covered, arranged as if he were a delicious feast.

‘Seriously, what is this.’

His broad, thick chest was covered in savage scars, and his long, well-shaped limbs were packed with survival muscles. The pink tips on his smooth, marble-like torso looked as cute as ripe fruit.

Neria immediately realized this was a dream. Sometimes she did have erotic dreams.

‘But this feels way too vivid and perverted to be just a dream.’

Neria cautiously approached where the man lay obediently. Her hand reached for the blindfold covering his eyes, then hesitated.

She paused because the jawline of this incredibly handsome man looked somehow familiar.

Neria stared at the man, then carefully spoke.

“Excuse me……? Who are you?”

The man’s abs twitched as he took a breath. Through his impressive lips, a low sound, “Uhhh,” slipped out, as if he was conscious but unable to move his body at will, struggling against it.

“Hm…….”

Still uncertain, Neria was shocked when she saw the hand twitching right next to the narrow bed.

“Oh……?!”

The scarred hand was identical to that of the man who had insulted and humiliated her earlier today.

The one who elegantly held a teacup…… Duke Aaron Denicar.

‘Good heavens.’

Why was the so-called Guardian of the North appearing like this in her dream…….

Neria, who had been touching her chin, froze.

‘Wow. Is my subconscious insane?’

Neria was genuinely impressed by her own imagination.

Quickly adapting to this shameless scene, Neria hovered around the n*ked Aaron. She didn’t have the courage to lift the blindfold and confirm the man’s identity. Somehow, she felt she shouldn’t do that.

“A shameful sight of the Duke.”

Suddenly, it occurred to her that this might be an opportunity. Maybe her stressed-out mind had created this situation in her dream to relieve itself.

‘If that’s the case…….’

Her cheeks lifted in a sly grin.

Neria resolved to get revenge on Duke Aaron, even if only in her dream.

Currently, she was wearing nothing but a slip dress, but she had no reason to be embarrassed. This wasn’t reality, and she was the owner of this dream.

So she could do anything she wanted.

“Duuuke……?”

Neria sat beside him and looked down at Aaron. Gathering her courage, she stroked his sculpted abs and murmured to herself.

“Duke, you have made an enemy of me…… Wow, abs.”

As she touched those artistically chiseled abs, Aaron’s lips moved silently. His throat twitched, but no sound came out.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you at all.”

“……Mm, uhh. Kh!”

Now she realized he could only make sounds close to moans, unable to speak. Realizing this, Aaron’s mouth clamped shut.

When Neria’s hand moved up and flicked his n*pple, Aaron flinched.

“Haah!”

He expressed intense rejection through a loud gasp and a furrowed brow. The blindfold only covered his eyes, so his frowning forehead was clearly visible.

‘He hates it, which makes me want to do it more.’

Regardless, Neria focused on rolling his n*pple like a bean, not even looking at his face. As she spun her finger around, the small tip quickly stiffened.

“Did you know, Duke? I read in an old mythology book that the Queen of the Underworld was originally the daughter of a fairy from the surface world. But then she was abducted and married by the King of the Underworld. She could have returned to the surface, but after eating the pomegranate seeds given by the King, she became unable to leave the Underworld.”

“…….”

“I always thought those pomegranate seeds might actually be the King’s n*pples. Now, seeing yours, I’m even more convinced. They’re pink instead of red, but still.”

Neria rambled on with her wild reinterpretation of the myth.

“Apparently, the King’s n*pples tasted really good. Isn’t my theory pretty interesting? What do you think?”

Aaron mouthed something that felt like a curse.

“……Ah, you’re calling me a pervert? Yes, you’re right.”

Neria let out a light laugh.

Neria, with a flushed face, continued to touch his firm chest as much as she liked, then turned her gaze toward his important parts. Unfortunately, it was the same as before. Even though he wasn’t aroused, the thick shape made her imagine things.

She didn’t have the courage to touch the towel covering his thighs just yet. More than anything, his lack of strong reactions made it boring.

‘Should I…… try sucking it?’

Neria became very curious whether men could feel pleasure through their n*pples too. After all, this was her dream. Neria had every right to do as she pleased.