While he hadn’t hesitated to recruit other ‘children of treason,’ Blake found himself wavering repeatedly when it came to Debbie alone.

Just as he was about to speak slowly, determined to persuade her not to resist—

“I understand!” 

Debbie’s voice cut sharply through the air. Blake momentarily held his breath at her pointed response.

Despite her expression revealing intense rejection, her words signaled acceptance. This contradictory reaction only confused him more.

Unlike those he had groomed from the beginning to be his people, he couldn’t predict what choice Debbie would make joining midway.

She might nod in agreement now but become an informant later. He never expected this dangerous business to remain undetected forever anyway.

Still, he wanted to torment and pressure Dowager Empress Stella as much as possible. He didn’t want things to fizzle out before making any meaningful revelations.

Should I eliminate her with my own hands?

Blake swallowed hard.

Debbie abruptly stood up and began unbuttoning her top.

“What are you doing?”

Blake rubbed his face in confusion like someone washing without water. No matter how much he rubbed, reality remained unchanged.

“Writing my column,” she replied.

With a face flushed bright red, she approached and sat on the large sofa nearby. Her hurried fingers fumbled with the buttons.

What the hell?

Blake was too shocked to speak properly. Her suddenly undressing right after he revealed his identity made no sense. He couldn’t read her thoughts at all.

“If we’re doing this, let’s be quick. The photographer is waiting downstairs.”

Debbie angrily unbuttoned her top while fighting back tears.

Gasp!

Provocative lingerie, clearly worn with purpose, was roughly exposed by her hands. She appeared fully prepared, seemingly having anticipated s*x with him.

“I… just…”

Blake could only move his lips wordlessly at this unexpected sight, while she glared at him impatiently.

“Aren’t you going to undress me?”

Seeing her unhook her garter belt almost violently, like someone deeply offended, Blake suddenly came to his senses.

Something was very wrong here.

He tried to think as calmly as possible, but lost his composure at Debbie’s next words.

“If it weren’t for this column, I would never… I’m only doing this because of the deadline. Understand?”

Had the column been pressuring her that much? To start undressing immediately after hearing his story—she seemed desperately rushed.

When his gaze fell on her lingerie, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

The black, glittering sequins and elaborate rose embroidery on the mesh overlay caught his eye.

It looked like she had spent her entire first paycheck on lingerie. She had dressed perfectly in anticipation of meeting him.

Almost like she had made a firm decision to show him.

“Why are you laughing?”

Debbie, who had paused while removing her underwear, glared at him through gritted teeth.

“Nothing, you’re just cute.”

He couldn’t stop his inappropriate laughter, suddenly reminded of her first column.

She had written about their first s*xual encounter with almost reverent detail—perhaps she had been longing to mix bodies with him again ever since.

After preparing so thoroughly, she seemed internally angry and throwing a tantrum because he hadn’t sought her out again.

He reached out to help her undress.

“I don’t appreciate being called cute. I’m an adult.”

Debbie puffed her cheeks like a squirrel and slapped away his hands that had slowed from laughing, choosing to undress herself.

“Let me clarify something—I’m here to interview someone about their experience. Even if that subject happens to be myself, I’m simply writing about someone else’s experience in my column. Don’t equate me with the column and…”

“And what else?”

At his question, Debbie raised one eyebrow higher and pouted her lips.

“Don’t interfere with what I write in my column. If you do, I won’t accept this proposal.”

“What?”

“I’m only bound to you for the duration of our contract, so don’t expect anything more. I’ll keep your secret.”

She reminded him of a cunning cat trying to protect her pride while playing peek-a-boo, and he couldn’t stop laughing.

When her eyes narrowed further, he forced himself to swallow his laughter and apologized.

“Sorry, sorry. Have it your way.”

He finished removing her panties and then shed his own nightgown. Her expression suggested she’d seen something shocking, which confused him until he realized why.

During their first encounter, it had been the middle of the night and they were both so eager that they hadn’t properly undressed. Moreover, she had been completely drunk and in a daze.

Now it was daytime and they were both sober. This meant they could clearly see each other’s n*ked bodies without a single thread between them.

“What? Am I ugly?”

She had praised him so enthusiastically before, yet now she looked at his member with such fear that he noticed the stark temperature difference.

“What are you thinking?”

Blake gently pushed her shoulders down onto the sofa and lightly placed one knee up to mount her body.

“Are you worried this won’t all fit inside you?”

A smile crossed his face at the memory of their first time together. He had been Debbie’s first.

Of course, even if she had gained experience with other men since then, he had no right to interfere.

Being someone’s first partner creates memories they carry for life, so he couldn’t help but pleasantly cherish his first experience with her too.

When he reached out to caress her entrance, she swatted his hand away.

“Who’s worried about that? I don’t need it—just put it in quickly.”

His eyebrow twitched.

“You want me to hurry up and finish?”

Her eyes wavered momentarily at his words.

“N-no! That’s not what I meant…”

“Then what?”

“Well… I mean…”

She didn’t know what to do, then bit her lip tightly and covered her eyes with her hands.

“Please put it in quickly. I’m so desperate I feel dizzy.”

She peeked at Blake’s expression through slightly parted fingers, and when their eyes met, she quickly pressed her fingers together and bounced her hips lightly.

“I want… to be filled completely.”

A smile spread across his face, but his heart grew more complicated. He worried about what to do with this adorable, lovable Debbie.

He didn’t want to hurt her, but in a situation where hurting her seemed inevitable, he contemplated what action would be most considerate.

In one swift motion, he wrapped her knees in his arms and folded them back, then rubbed his already fully er*ect p*nis against her entrance.

Completely dry, her entrance tightened like a closed clam with each brush of his p*nis.

“Well, I should loosen you up a bit.”

When he made a concerned expression, she peeked through her fingers and shook her head firmly.

“It’s fine. Just put it in quickly.”

“Well, if that’s what you want.”

He pushed the rounded tip of his p*nis, already dripping clear fluid from excitement, against her small entrance.

“Ah!”

She trembled convulsively even though only the tip of his gl*ns had barely entered.

Blake deliberately caressed and penetrated her exactly the same way as during their first encounter.

Even changing positions identically. This way, she would realize he was the phantom thief without him having to say it.

I’m sorry that the partner you praised so highly turned out to be someone like me.

With that sentiment, he tried to push in gently to avoid hurting her. But her body, even more tense than the first time, still couldn’t easily accept him.

With each shallow, hurried breath, her small mound rose and fell, revealing her ribs.

His mouth watered at the sight of the small, vivid pink n*pples at their peaks.

Haa!

Blake exhaled roughly. Debbie pressed her body close to help his p*nis enter more quickly.

Her still tight and narrow flesh gripped him firmly and swallowed him bit by bit. He worried she might be in pain since their skin wasn’t getting wet where they met.

To distract her, he gently sucked on her lips.

Sweet.

Her lips were maddeningly sweet, and her breath was so cute he wanted to inhale it all.

Twitch, twitch.

Her small convulsions drove him crazy with excitement. Who would have guessed such burning passion hid within this small body?

The delicate hands around his neck locked firmly together. Perhaps because she was replicating the s*xual experience she’d already had with the phantom thief, her attitude was remarkably proactive.

Blake, engulfed in strange feelings, enjoyed the intimate sensation of being one with her.

“Relax. I won’t eat you up.”

He released her lips and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice.

Despite her insistence that she was fine, she was now completely tear-stained, with a strand of disheveled hair caught perfectly between her lips.

Each time she took a deep breath, her stiff n*pples tantalizingly moved back and forth before his eyes.

Unable to resist, he took her br*ast fully into his mouth. Her lower part instantly contracted, tightening around him like it would devour him completely.

Blake breathed heavily at the intense squeeze. Her eyelashes, moist like dew, trembled delicately.

Her slightly parted lips whimpered, seemingly regretting the point of no return.

Mmph.

She sobbed softly. Her chest heaved slightly with rapid breaths. Following this movement, her inner flesh also twitched, clumsily urging him on.

Wet friction sounds filled the air. Fortunately, as he thrust his hips, lubricating fluid began to flow between them. Not wanting to lose momentum, he alternated between strong and gentle thrusts, moving toward climax.

He explored her small br*asts that bounced before his eyes once more.

Debbie turned her head sideways, twisting her body and releasing moans with an expression that made it impossible to tell whether she felt pain or pleasure. Her voice pierced his ears as her inner walls tightened intensely around him.

Lick.

Unable to resist, he licked her reddened earlobe. The softly chewable texture felt good.

After nibbling on her earlobe with wet sounds, he traced her neckline with his tongue. Her back arched dramatically in response.

Hnngh.

He exhaled roughly. Ironically, the more he caressed her, the more he was the one who moaned.

When she suddenly arched her back, her er*ect n*pples grazed his chest. Though it was just a simple brush, goosebumps covered his arms.

“Haa. Debbie.”

He called her name with a thoroughly wet voice. Simultaneously, he gripped her waist and bounced her up and down.

Defenseless and deeply penetrated at her most sensitive spot, Debbie flinched and pulled back her hips.

Blake captured her lips again. Her fragile head bent awkwardly and lost balance, pressed down onto the sofa.