Prologue

“Ughh……”

Drowsy sunlight filtering through the curtains. A fresh breeze.

Everything was perfect. If there was only one exception.

“Ugh! My head……”

With a splitting headache, Irien clutched her head and rolled around on the bed. As she kept rolling around like that for quite a while, unfamiliar memories surfaced at the same time as the pounding pain in her head.

Bare skin.

And more bare skin.

These unfamiliar memories of spending a thoroughly tangled night with some man she could not identify… what on earth were they.

Please let it be a dream made up by my frustration!

Contrary to her desperate wish, something touched her body. Something like a firm and smooth, muscular body….

Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, Irien abruptly opened her eyes wide.

When she opened them, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling. Sensing someone nearby, she turned her head and saw the back of a head she recognized.

It was the back of a head she felt she had seen many times somewhere.

“Mmng…?”

Still not over her hangover, Irien carefully pulled back the blanket.

Below it were broad shoulders and firm abdominal muscles,

strong arms packed tightly with muscle,

solid thighs and even firm buttocks.

It was exactly the kind of body that suited her taste, without a single flaw. But…

Fine, jet-black hair,

dark eyelashes,

and a sharply prominent nose.

That annoyingly handsome face was definitely… her childhood friend of fifteen years, Dexter.

“Wait! No… this can’t be right! This isn’t right!”

Covering her n*ked body with both arms, Irien cried out almost as if screaming in tears.

“Why are you there!”