“If you agree, can you answer my question?” he asked slowly. “How did you get in here?”

“What? How did I get in? Isn’t this our company’s costume room?”

“Haha.”

He burst into laughter. Was her answer really that funny?

Debbie turned her head to look around. “Isn’t it? The wallpaper color is certainly different. Where is this place?”

She had simply opened a door with soft light filtering through, but was there ever such a room in the company? This place was filled with men’s clothing.

After a moment of silence, he answered with what sounded like a sigh. “Let’s just say it’s my secret hideout. In return, keep this place a secret when you leave.”

Debbie met the man’s eyes as she slowly removed her skirt. However, the tight-fitting garment wouldn’t come off as easily as she thought.

“Slowly. Gently.” The phantom thief’s hands overlapped hers as she tried to remove her skirt.

“I thought I’d met all kinds of people in the world, but you’re different,” the phantom thief whispered.

“I’m more drawn to this teasing than a completely n*ked body.” He whispered in a languid voice. Though the mask added a mechanical quality to his voice, she could hear him directly because he was pressed against her back, almost embracing her.

His voice was surprisingly familiar and pleasant, a medium-deep tone. His hands slowly removed her skirt.

“Mmm.”

When his hands glided over her pelvis and touched her bare skin, Debbie felt an unexpected thrill. He reached behind her and unbuttoned her top one by one.

Each time his fingers grazed her body during this process, she flinched.

“You’re quite sensitive,” the man said as he finished unfastening all the complicated buttons of her top. Then he started to unhook her bra but changed his mind, leaving it half-hanging.

Keeping her undergarments as though they were about to slip off, he lowered his head and lightly touched her n*pple with his tongue.

An unfamiliar heat rose from this stranger. The moment his tongue made contact, Debbie jerked her head up as though pinched somewhere.

Seeing her n*pple retreat from his tongue, he deliberately captured it, pressing around the ar*ola with the tip of his tongue.

Her small, pinkish n*pple hardened like a ripe berry.

When he respectfully kissed her luscious n*pple, Debbie unconsciously let out a moan and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Ah! I’m sorry!”

Startled by her impulsive action, Debbie unwrapped her arms from his neck. His eyes narrowed behind the mask.

“I didn’t mean to.”

Debbie turned her head away, embarrassed to meet his gaze.

However, when he put his tongue to her n*pple again, it tickled like tiny ants crawling, making her head twitch involuntarily.

“You’re already feeling it just from being touched?” he whispered softly.

“It feels strange. Just your lips touching me creates these odd sensations.”

“What feels strange?”

“Just… I can’t stand it. It’s ticklish.”

“Is it merely ticklish?” he asked with a smile.

“This is my first time feeling this way, so I can’t compare it to anything…”

“What if you climax just from f*replay? What would I do then?” 

He smiled gently. Then his lips immediately sucked deeply on her neck.

“Ah!” Debbie startled, shrinking her neck.

“Relax. This is your erogenous zone.”

He lazily played with Debbie’s nape using his lips. Each time, Debbie hunched her shoulders, trying to resist the unfamiliar sensation.

“You said you’re writing a column. Don’t resist—feel everything as it is. Trust your body to me. That’s how I’ll give you a wonderful first experience,” he whispered.

“What… are you… doing? This is too ticklish to bear.”

At Debbie’s words, he clicked his tongue and said, “Haven’t you heard of f*replay? Since it’s your first time, I’m following the proper steps.”

“Oh, is this what f*replay is…?”

“I thought you would have researched this much if you’re writing a column.”

“I only know it theoretically. Since this is my first time in reality, you’ll have to teach me.”

He extended his tongue, licking her neck, then gently bit her earlobe.

“Do you dislike it rather than enjoy it?”

Debbie shivered whenever his tongue passed over her neck, giving her goosebumps.

“I don’t know if I like it or dislike it.”

Embracing her from behind, he whispered, “How about this?”

Suddenly, one of his fingers slipped between her legs. Debbie flinched violently in surprise.

“Why do you think f*replay is unnecessary?” he said mischievously, licking her earlobe again.

“P-please remove your finger.”

Debbie barely managed to open her mouth to plead with him.

“You said it’s your first time. I need to loosen you up properly so you’ll open inside.” He chuckled softly.

“Can you handle the pain? Mine isn’t easy to accommodate.” His fingers made squishing sounds as they stroked her vaginal membranes.

“I… I don’t like this feeling.”

Then another finger slipped into her v*gina.

Huh.

Debbie breathed heavily. Her breath kept catching.

“What kind of feeling is this?”

“It feels like you’re playing with my body.”

“Playing? Does this seem like play to you?”

Saying this, he inserted yet another finger, stirring her insides with three fingers. The strange, squishing sounds were embarrassingly audible.

Debbie grabbed his wrist and tried to pull it out, but she was ridiculously lacking in strength.

Smirking at her small rebellion, he spread his fingers wider and stirred them around. Unable to bear it anymore, Debbie raised her voice.

“I don’t want to get excited by fingers!”

“What?”

“I don’t need a preview.”

Debbie kept pulling at his wrist. The more she resisted, the more he teased her, making provocative sounds.

“This is like an appetizer. Relax your legs. The tenser you are, the more it hurts.”

“Since it’s my… my first time, I don’t want to lose my virginity to fingers.”

Debbie spoke pleadingly. Finding something amusing, he laughed softly again.

“We need to redefine virginity. Being faithful to one person is what makes you pure, not whether something has been inserted or not.”

Debbie panted at the phantom thief’s words.

“You sound just like our editor-in-chief. But if fingers were enough to satisfy me, I would have tried the self-pleasure tools in the prop storage corner by myself instead of asking a stranger like you.”

Debbie twisted her body, pressing her knees together, trying to remove his fingers from inside her.

“I… don’t like this. Just put it in directly.”

He mischievously pressed his finger against somewhere inside her passage. Unlike other spots, each time he pressed there, her back arched.

Feeling like she might go crazy, Debbie gripped his wrist tightly again, trying to stop him.

“This is your erogenous zone,” he whispered. Debbie realized saliva was dripping from the corner of her mouth and quickly swallowed it before becoming unseemly.

He brought her in front of a full-length mirror. Then he poked that deep spot inside her v*gina with his finger again.

Forced to stand before the mirror, Debbie shuddered, trying to regain her composure.

“Hnngh…!”

However, she felt her body was already beyond her control, twitching in response to his touch.

In the mirror, she saw her disheveled clothes, her br*asts peeking out over her bra, and her legs spread wide without a skirt. Below where his fingers entered, sticky fluids from her body dripped down.

“This is embarrassing! Stop it!”

Debbie shook her head, wanting to push his arm away, but he whispered languidly, his light crimson eyes sparkling.

“You look prettier when you’re disheveled.”

How could this possibly be pretty?

Debbie turned her head away in embarrassment. Laughing at her reaction, he pushed objects off a table and laid Debbie’s back on it.

This caused her legs to spread naturally.

The phantom thief unbuckled his belt and took out his p*nis. Seeing a man’s member in real life rather than in the pages of “Troublesome” magazine for the first time, Debbie involuntarily screamed.

“That’s disgusting!”

“Disgusting? This is something you’ll see often from now on. Don’t close your eyes—look at it properly.”

At his words, Debbie gulped nervously.

Looking at that dark red, thick rod with protruding veins that resembled a monster’s club, she kept wanting to avert her gaze.

“If it’s too much to handle, we can stop.”

He said with a smile. Debbie shook her head repeatedly.

“Who stops halfway through?”

“Then why that expression?”

“It’s much bigger than I thought.”

Debbie made a tearful face.

“It’s not the size of a finger.”

“That’s why I said I needed to wet your insides thoroughly with my fingers. You’re already quite wet.”

“Will it hurt a lot?”

“We won’t know until I put it in. Tell me now if you want to give up.”

Debbie shook her head.

“When we start having s*x, I’ll pull out of your v*gina right before climax and ej*culate outside. But even so, if you’re unlucky, you could still get pregnant. Is that acceptable to you?”

At the mention of pregnancy, Debbie looked even more distressed. She felt countless conflicts about whether to stop now.

But she thought it would be difficult to find such a kind first partner again.

“I’ll trust you,” Debbie said, covering her face with both hands.

“You trust me?” he said, sounding dumbfounded.

“Of course I’ve prepared for that. I’ve studied the latest contraceptive methods from back issues of magazines.”

She glanced around. If this was indeed the costume room, the display cabinet should have contained all sorts of sponsored items.

Not just contraceptives but various tools to enhance pleasure—things she had to quickly look away from out of embarrassment—were all gone, replaced by unidentifiable boxes.

Did she enter the wrong room while drunk? Whatever.

“I trust you’ll handle it well.”

As she spoke, something large and hard repeatedly brushed against her l*bia. He was rubbing his p*nis against her.

“Ugh-. What… are you doing?”

“I’m coating my gl*ns with your fluids to make insertion smoother.”

While Debbie marveled at his explanation, he caressed her br*ast mound with his other free hand.

The strange sensation doubled her embarrassment, and Debbie turned her head to avoid his gaze.

However, he leaned forward and carefully licked the tip of her n*pple with his tongue.

The skin around her ar*ola contracted, giving her goosebumps.

Then he pressed the tip of her n*pple with his teeth before biting it painfully. Simultaneously, his p*nis thrust into her.

“Ahh!”

It felt like seeing stars. The pain was tearing. It hurt more than she expected, and as she struggled, he forcefully pushed his member in to the base.

“Ouch!”

Debbie’s body undulated in pain. But he didn’t allow her to withdraw and instead pressed deeper.

“Bear with it a little. If we stop now, the pain will only last longer.”

“It hurts! It hurts!”

Debbie tried her hardest to push him away. She felt like a human skewer with a thick log impaling between her thighs.

But then he rotated his hips slowly while fully inserted. His p*nis created a strange friction as it rubbed against her vaginal walls.

Though she felt intense pain, at the edge of that pain was a peculiar pleasure from the connection between the man’s organ and her body.

The vaginal walls touching the surface of his p*nis spasmed involuntarily. It was a strange sensation—ticklish yet electrifying inside her flesh, though she didn’t need to urinate.

“How is it? Compared to what you imagined.”