‘I must have gone insane…!’

The breakup with her fiancé must have shaken her considerably. Enough to spend her first night with a stranger!

And it hadn’t ended with just once.

Misha trembled as she looked down at the man’s hands embracing her waist and br*asts.

Her skin was a complete mess. It was covered in purple bruises to the point where she wondered if she might be sick.

‘How many times did I…? Once, twice…’

Once at first on this bed.

Twice in the bathroom.

Once more while she’s sobbing that it felt so good, half-crawled out of the bathroom door.

After that, they went to that sofa… once.

Then back to this bed—

Misha covered her face and screamed internally.

They weren’t beasts, and she couldn’t understand how her first night involved so much rolling around.

‘And with a stranger…! Wait a minute.’

She couldn’t believe her spine could feel any colder than it already did.

But when Misha turned her creaking neck to look at the man’s face, she couldn’t help but be terrified.

The man holding her as he slept was Chatrud Saverhagen. The main force in recent wars and the Empire’s pride, the “Lion of a Hundred Victories.”

He was the sole member of the “Saverhagen” family, which owned about one-fifth of the Empire’s territory. And he was famous for having a different woman as his partner each social season.

Until the age of twenty-seven, he had never spent more than one season with the same woman.

Above all, he was someone the Crown Prince—the boss of the tracking hound “Lady Greyhound”—was wary of.

Their relationship was politically acceptable for now, but they were watching each other cautiously while smiling.

‘This man, though from a branch line, is still included in the imperial succession order…! No, more importantly!’

Misha was now dead.

Not only had she shared her first night with a person of interest, but she had fallen asleep with his “thing” still inside her.

If death from shame existed, that would be Misha’s cause of death.

‘F-first, I need to remove this thing inside me…’

She was too embarrassed to even think about what to call “it.”

It wasn’t *rect like when they were joining bodies. But their connection remained tightly sealed.

“Hngh…!”

When she tried to pull away, her swollen p*ssy chafed, making it impossible to think straight. Muscles she had never used even during training screamed in protest.

Misha made a tearful face before feeling another chill down her spine.

‘Wait. Come to think of it, did this man finish inside me?’

Did he *jaculate outside or inside?

She couldn’t remember.

‘I’m crazy. I’m crazy, I’ve truly lost my mind!’

She hated both this man and herself for clinging to him while drunk. She felt like she might go mad from wanting to cry.

But then the man’s lips touched Misha’s whimpering nape.

“…What’s this.”

“Ngh!”

“Planning to leave without a word?”

“Uh, w-wait, ah!”

The man embraced her more tightly and nibbled on her nape. With each touch of his lips, Misha’s heart jumped.

The man’s hands seemed familiar with her body, leisurely caressing her br*asts before lightly flicking her n*pples. Her normally calm brownish peaks had become *rect from how much he had sucked and stimulated them.

As Misha’s face burned, the man’s hand slowly moved down toward her thighs.

So the Grand Duke of Saverhagen…

The person her superior was wary of…

‘What am I going to do.’

He was caressing Misha’s body.

When the man slowly rubbed her p*ssy, she involuntarily gasped.

She could feel herself getting wet with arousal again.

‘This can’t be happening. No, this is impossible.’

She felt like her soul might escape through her mouth and die.

How could these reactions come so naturally after just a few hours?

“Hnng, w-wait a moment…!”

“Hmm?”

“I, I want to wash up.”

She needed to get away from this situation first. At the very least, she needed to get “it” out of her.

When Misha struggled to escape from the man’s embrace again, the arms restraining her tightened.

“Then I’ll wash you.”

“What? No, that’s fine…!”

“We washed together in the bathroom several times yesterday.”

“Ugh!”

Misha squeezed her eyes shut at his casual remark.

It seemed they had done much more in the bathroom than she remembered.

‘I’m insane…! Insane, ah?!’

The Grand Duke, still embracing her from behind, made her lie face down on the bed. When his lips touched her nape and shoulder blades, her legs trembled.

“Hnng, ah, wait, ah—”

“Misha. You’re getting wet again.”

“Ahngh!”

“You get excited now just from a kiss?”

“Uh, aah!”

Misha Grey was certainly going mad.

Why had all these s*xual sensations she had never been aware of suddenly awakened? With each touch of the Grand Duke’s lips, her toes felt like they might curl.

“Hnng, please, didn’t you say we’d wash up…?”

“…It seems pointless to clean up now when we’ll need to wash again.”

“What? Uh, ah!”

This was insane. The “thing” belonging to Duke Saverhagen inside Misha was now…

‘Why does it feel like I’m being filled again?’

And in that horrified moment, the Grand Duke pulled back slightly before roughly colliding with her.

As his t*sticles hit her buttocks, Misha grabbed the bed sheets in surprise.

“Ah, ahng!”

Her entrance burned and her thighs ached. But her inner walls that this man was roughly pressing against itched unbearably.

With each of his movements, heated m*ans burst forth.

“Huk, ha, ahnng!”

“We… haah.”

The Grand Duke groaned lowly and cursed.

His low growling voice automatically made Misha’s lower abdomen tense.

Was this fear? Or anticipation?

When the Grand Duke probed inside her again, a joyful m*an erupted from her already hoarse throat.

“Haah, nng, uh…!”

“Ha, we fit together so well.”

“This is, ah, ahng!”

Misha gasped with tears in her eyes.

‘This is what fitting well means?’

Having never joined bodies with a man before, how could she compare whether they fit well or not?

But everything about this man was igniting her body.

“Ah, I can’t, ahnng!”

After rolling around all night, she should have been at her limit by now. Yet the man was pounding into Misha more roughly and quickly, almost crushing her insides.

Thanks to her “tracking hound” training, Misha could keep up with his stamina, but she felt like she would soon lose her mind if this continued.

‘I might actually die at this rate.’

She began to fear dying not from shame but from ecstasy. And above all, she was afraid of something else too.

Nuzzling her head against the man’s arm, Misha whimpered.

“Hic, did you, ah!”

“Hmm, did we what?”

“Did you finish inside me? Eek!”

Misha cried out in surprise when the Grand Duke gently bit the area above her ear.

His voice was tinged with laughter.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Hic. But…!”

How could she believe such words?

When Misha curled up her body, the Grand Duke lightly pressed near her tailbone and chuckled.

“…Well, you don’t need to worry.”

“What does that— haah!”

“You won’t get pregnant, that’s what.”

‘What does that mean?’

Misha wanted to ask again, but she couldn’t speak as the man’s touch was too agonizing.

When he slowly rubbed her tailbone with his thumb, her body trembled uncontrollably. She had lived her whole life not knowing such a place could be an erogenous zone.

This man seemed to understand her body better than she did herself. That fact was frightening, but strangely arousing.

“Ha, haah…”

“Huu. Misha. Get on your knees.”

“Ngh!”

The man suddenly stopped his hip movements and slowly pulled his shaft out of her entrance. The thing that had been filling her inner walls finally withdrew.

She should have felt relieved, but she just gasped blankly. The hole that had been tightly sealed for twenty-some years gaped emptily.

Then the Grand Duke began caressing Misha’s body again.

He gently stroked from the back of her thighs to her slightly sore buttocks while whispering:

“The spot you loved so much. Remember?”

“Ha, w-what—”

“I’ll make you feel it again.”

“Huk…!”

In that moment, Misha became aroused. She remembered collapsing on the bathroom floor last night, sobbing uncontrollably.

When this man had touched a certain spot inside her body, she had felt like she would burst, filled with hot water. And Misha had begged like a small animal being devoured.

That she felt like she was dying, that he should thr*st there more. Deeper and harder.

Of course, the man had done exactly as she wanted.

“Haah, aah—”

“Get on your knees, Misha.”

“……”

Remembering that pleasure, Misha got on her knees despite trembling. It was an embarrassing position with her buttocks sticking out, but she didn’t even realize the shame.

“Hnn, ahh, ahng!”

“Haah…!”

The Grand Duke penetrated her again in one thr*st. Misha’s hole began to devour him as if to crush him.

The slapping sound of skin meeting skin. Heated m*ans and breaths filled her ears again.

The pleasure was so intense she wanted to run away. But the Grand Duke seemed to have lost his composure too, firmly gripping Misha’s waist.

“You would have been in big trouble if you’d gone to another room.”

“Ahng! Ah…! Aah!”

The tip of the thick c*ck mercilessly pressed against her sensitive spot. Each time it did, white stars burst before Misha’s eyes.

The bed sheet just below her knees was quickly getting soaked. She didn’t even realize saliva was dripping from the corner of her mouth from the rough stimulation.

“Nng, aah, more, moree! Haah…!”

“Yesterday too, when I thr*st here.”

“Hah, ahnng!”

“You completely lost your mind, Misha.”

Any thought of escaping this man’s embrace had melted away. Before she knew it, Misha was also moving her tingling waist to match his rhythm.

The Grand Duke’s hands squeezed her br*asts as if wringing them, and he bit all over Misha’s body.

“Hahng…!”

But all of this felt too good.

So good it felt like dying.

“More, a little more, aah…!”

“Haah, here?”

“Yes, ah, hardeer, ah!”

Gripping the bed sheets, Misha screamed in pleasure until her voice grew hoarse.

Both of them only realized much later that the dim dawn had fully turned to morning.

***

Misha ended up joining bodies with the Grand Duke three more times after waking up.

Once on the bed.

They became so intense that they rolled onto the floor, but continued once more right there.

And finally once more in the bathroom.

Misha now squirmed on the bed, completely exhausted.

From the bathroom came the faint sound of the man washing himself.

“Huk. Ha, hahnng…”

He had washed Misha first and left her on the bed, going to wash himself alone. His reason was that “he would end up doing it again if they were in the bathroom together.”