‘White tiles with a large white bathtub…?’

The man had brought her to the bathroom attached to the room.

“Hnn, why are we, here… ahng!”

Before Misha could finish asking between gasps, the man suddenly pulled out of her.

As the c*ck that had been filling her body withdrew and he let her go, Misha staggered and leaned against the wall.

“Ah…”

When she looked between her legs, her alcohol-fogged mind cleared slightly with dismay.

Blood mixed with her juices was trickling down her thighs. Thankfully it didn’t hurt, but a sense of loss washed over her.

In her imagination, Misha had thought she would join bodies with her fiancé.

‘I was going to tell him when we got married…’

Why she kept disappearing. Where she got the money her parents gambled away. What her own “ability” was—everything.

And someday, she truly wanted to live the life of an ordinary woman.

But before tears of disappointment could well up, the man suddenly grabbed her chin roughly.

Her spine chilled instinctively as he growled.

“Nngh!”

“Already thinking of something else after just a short break?”

“Ah, it hurts…! It hurts!”

“…Or perhaps you really can’t focus unless it’s rough from the start.”

He grabbed both her wrists behind her back and turned her body to face the wall.

“Well then, let’s see if this is truly to your taste.”

“Huk…!”

Some of the walls on the top floor of Madam Frieze’s “Ruby Clubhouse” were made of glass.

Outside, the capital’s red-light district glowed brilliantly.

Red and gold lanterns cut through the darkness, and people on the ground were still laughing and chattering drunkenly.

But if they just looked up a little—

Just as Misha’s heart sank, the man roughly thr*st into her.

“Ah! Aah! Ahng!”

Her waist bent automatically, and her knees trembled violently. She could barely breathe from the endless feeling of penetration, wondering how deep this man intended to go.

When the man pulled back on Misha’s wrists, her upper body arched backward.

“Ah! Cold, ha, ahng!”

Her n*pples, which had hardened from his teasing, pressed against the glass wall. Each time her white br*asts were slightly compressed, she trembled from head to toe from the coldness of the glass.

If someone from the ground looked up, if they saw her in this position with her br*asts pressed against the wall—

But before Misha could struggle, the man began thrusting.

It was completely different from his slow, deep movements before. The sound of fl*ids splashing was clearly audible.

Misha could only cry as he quickly and shallowly stimulated her sensitive inner walls.

“Hnng…!”

“Look, Misha.”

“Aah, ah! Ahng!”

“See how much you’re enjoying this.”

Now the man gripped Misha’s waist and slightly raised her upper body.

Her mouth went completely dry at the sight of their semi-transparent reflection in the glass.

‘…Is that me?’

The woman’s face was flushed red, and both her eyes and mouth had gone slack with pleasure.

Her white br*asts with faint marks. Her n*pples, much more swollen than usual, trembling.

Each time the man’s fingers grazed her, ecstatic m*ans echoed throughout the bathroom.

“Hnng, ah. Aah…!”

“Misha. Do you like being touched like this?”

“Ah, hahng, I don’t, don’t know, ngh!”

“Every time I touch you like this…”

The man roughly grabbed both her br*asts, then flicked her n*pples with his fingers.

With each ticklish stimulation, Misha’s hips jerked sporadically.

“…You’re squeezing me like you want to devour me, Misha.”

“Ah! Ahng! Ah, stop, aah!”

“Why? You’re tightening like this because it feels good, aren’t you?”

His hands slowly caressed from her waist down to her thighs. Finally, his palm covered her cl*t and began rubbing it roughly.

The stimulation was so intense that the view of the red-light district before her turned blurry.

“Hngh! Ah, aah! Aah…!”

His touch was maddening enough, but the speed of his shaft penetrating her walls also increased.

His earlier claim about being “gentle” had been true.

Despite teasing her, he had indeed entered her slowly, loosening her inner walls.

But now there was no more restraint.

With each of his thr*sts, her toes curled involuntarily and convulsions ran through her body.

The stimulation from her swollen cl*t and the burning heat at their joining point was driving her mad.

When he roughly pounded against that ticklish spot inside her, Misha pressed her hands against the glass wall and sobbed.

“Stooop, ah, I can’t, aah!”

“Can’t what…!”

“But, my body, ah…!”

Something was strange with her body.

The inside of her body had turned soft like sugar melting on a hot day.

And whenever his skin, those muscles, touched her skin, she burned hot again.

As that ticklish spot kept getting stimulated, Misha pushed against his firm thighs with her hands and turned her head to look up at him.

“Hnng, it’s strange, ah, my body, ahmp!”

But that plea was ultimately swallowed into her mouth.

The man, now completely aroused, roughly bit Misha’s lips. It was a wet, greedy kiss, similar to the way his hips were violating her below.

Her lips, her n*ked body that she would normally never reveal, and her private parts where sharp sensations gathered—he was devouring everything.

The stimulation made Misha’s body tremble uncontrollably.

“Hngh…!”

It was the first cl*max she had ever experienced in her life.

The stimulation was so intense that fl*id leaked between the man’s fingers as they crushed her cl*t.

Though all strength left her body, she had no time to lose herself.

The man interlaced his fingers with Misha’s hands pressed against the glass wall. Then he pulled out completely before forcefully thrusting back in.

As her soaked p*ssy felt like it was burning, Misha gasped through her tears.

“Slowly, aaaahng!”

“Ha, how fickle.”

“Hahng, ah, ah, please, ahngh!”

“You asked me to go faster, Misha.”

The man whispered in her ear while breathing fiercely. He too was becoming increasingly desperate.

“I’m doing everything, exactly as you wanted.”

“Aah, ah!”

“Hmm?”

“Ah…!”

The glass reflected the face of a woman completely lost in pleasure. The man, setting his teeth into her nape, was also flushed red.

Overwhelmed by that explicit sight and pleasure, Misha sobbed.

“It feels, hngh, it feels good…!”

Of course, feelings of shame and fear still lingered faintly. The darkness and lights of the red-light district were still spinning before her eyes.

But there was also a sense of liberation in this lewd act.

Only the position itself—the man roughly penetrating her from behind—was physically difficult.

Misha whimpered from the too-sharp sensations and unfamiliar pain.

“This, this position is, too hard, ah!”

“Haah. Then?”

“Please…!”

Misha painfully turned her head toward the man.

Looking at those fiercely glowing red eyes, her deeply hidden desires flowed out honestly.

“I want… to see your face while we do it…”

“……”

“Hic, ah, like before, like the first time…”

Only rough breathing echoed through the bathroom.

What was this man thinking? What was that probing gaze trying to uncover?

As the man pulled his c*ck out of her, both of them let out low m*ans.

Leading her to the lukewarm tile wall instead of the glass one, the man whispered:

“…That name.”

“Hoo, my name…?”

“It’s not an alias?”

“No, it’s not… ahnng!”

She was pushed against the tile wall, but it didn’t hurt.

She only felt the electrifying sensation of the man wrapping his muscular arms around her entire body and biting her nape.

“Ah…!”

Misha tilted her head back and let out a short gasp.

The afterglow of her earlier cl*max burst inside her body again, making her mind turn pure white.

In that moment, Misha embraced the man’s neck and hurriedly kissed his lips.

Following his lead, she moved her tongue to touch the inside of his mouth and licked his lower lip.

Now only wet desire remained in her mind.

When Misha slightly parted her lips and clung tightly to him, the man also let out a m*an as if his breath had stopped.

“More…”

“Haah…”

“Let’s do more…”

“……”

“It feels so good…”

She loved this overwhelming sensation. It felt like she could drown in this feeling and die happily.

This time, the man nibbled her lips and whispered:

“Then… Misha.”

“Hnng, mmm.”

“Show me… how badly you want it.”

Misha weakly nodded at his urging. How should she show him from her current position in his arms?

The answer was already obvious.

So Misha quietly reached out and caressed the man’s thick, still-*rect c*ck.

His shaft was wet from being inside her. Each time her small palm touched it, it twitched and grew hotter as if it had a will of its own.

The man gritted his teeth, apparently surprised by her touch.

When Misha’s fingers wrapped around the head, the arms holding her tensed considerably.

“Kuk…!”

“This, your thing…”

Misha kissed the man’s clenched jawline. Her instinct, awakened to physical pleasure, whispered pitifully:

“Put it back in me.”

After that, Misha’s reason completely snapped.

【 The Woman Disappeared 】

Was this her room at the Grey family home?

Misha was wrapped in a firm yet warm blanket.

Had the maid brought in new bedding? Was the cost included in this month’s budget…?

‘This feels nice… The steward must have found something good.’

Misha nuzzled and squirmed against the blanket. This blanket was pleasantly warm, but not soft.

‘Mmm. It’s just like a person… no, a man’s chest—’

At that moment, her eyes flew open. The drowsiness clouding her head instantly vanished.

What she saw before her wasn’t her room. Dawn’s distinctive dim light was filtering through the windows of this luxurious room.

And the red and gold lights that had illuminated the streets last night were all extinguished.

“Ngh, where is—Ah!”

Misha tried to get up but let out an embarrassed m*an.

She finally realized the true identity of the “blanket” tightly wrapped around her and held her breath.

The blond man was holding her tightly from behind as they slept. Both the man and Misha were completely n*ked.

…And the man’s thing was still buried inside her. Misha nearly fainted at that sensation.

‘W-what is happening…! Ugh!’

The liquor she had drunk last night chose that moment to make her head spin. Thankfully she didn’t feel nauseous, but she was utterly confused.