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Lady Lyzbel Ivelia, the daughter of Baron Ivelia, was renowned in high society as the ‘Lady of Impenetrable Walls.’
Despite her stunning beauty, she had not been courted by a single young nobleman, and there were reasons for that.
First, compared to the male protagonists in the high-level romance novels she loved to read, the real-life young noblemen seemed far too lacking in quality.
Second, her parents, who were obsessed with money, kept a close watch on her, intending to sell her off to a wealthy nouveau riche who could offer the highest dowry.
In the end, to avoid being sold off to an old nouveau riche, she resolved to lose her purity.
Her friends recommended a ‘secret social gathering’ that provided light pleasures for a single night, and Lyzbel headed to the meeting place. However, unable to find a suitable partner, she escaped to the balcony, only to encounter a man with a flushed face, breathing heavily.
“Are you alright?”
“I only took a little of a drug that heightens physical excitement.”
The man before her seemed to need help even more urgently than she did, given her own impending plight. Then, by accident, she lost her footing and ended up sitting on the man’s thigh.
“Wait, hold on. You’re… pressing against my… g*nitals.”
Hearing those words made her face flush with a strange, embarrassing sensation. At the same time, a solution to both her and the man’s problems came to mind.
“…Would it be alright if I helped you?”
The moment she touched his “item” to assist him, Lyzbel’s fate changed completely from that point onward.
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“-Ahh! Ah, yes, ah! Hnnngh!”
“Ugh!”
The inner walls clenched tightly around the c*ck that was thrust deep inside her. She had heard from her friends that there were people addicted to s*x. Lyzbel, who had not understood such words before, now found herself comprehending them.
Each time the c*ck was slowly driven in, water splashed from her inner walls. Yet, it was such a shame that they couldn’t see each other’s faces.
Due to the unique magic of this place, even when she looked at his face, she couldn’t picture it in her mind. The name he had given her, ‘Phil,’ was surely an alias as well.
If that was the case, all she could do was remember this sensation.
“Ahh! Hnn, ah, ahhn!”
“Hah, ugh.”
Her legs, which had been wrapped around his waist, loosened on their own. This sensation was simply unbearable.
Gripping her thighs tightly, he ravaged her inner walls. Each time his c*ck was thrust deep, her insides burned with intense heat.
In the novels Lyzbel used to read, the first experience was always described as painful. Yet, in this moment, there was no pain—only pleasure that consumed her entirely.
If she could feel this kind of sensation, she thought she would want to continue having s*x. Moans and saliva mixed as they escaped her lips.
The overwhelming pleasure devoured her, and she found herself wanting to be even closer to him.
