Chapter 7

Indeed, doing such things in a place like this could mean someone might see them. The man, who had been holding Lyzbel by her waist, helped her stand back on the ground. He then gently adjusted her disheveled clothing and wiped her with his own outer garment. Though his own attire was in disarray, he quickly tidied himself up.  

As they re-entered the banquet hall together, the sticky rhythm of the music filled the air. The number of people pressed closely together had increased, but no one seemed to pay attention to anyone else.  

Soon, the man led her somewhere. They arrived at a secluded lounge, and upon entering, it revealed itself to be a well-furnished bedroom.  

“…Ah. This is my first time attending a gathering like this. But a friend who introduced me to this event mentioned that there were rooms like this.”  

“Excuse me?”  

The man scratched his neck, looking slightly embarrassed. 

Why was he embarrassed if it was just something his friend had told him? Perhaps he didn’t want to give the impression that he frequented places like this.  

“Oh, um, it’s fine.”  

Hearing Lyzbel’s response, the man visibly relaxed. Once inside the room, a slightly awkward atmosphere lingered. Neither knew each other’s appearance or name. Still, it felt necessary to have some form of address for each other.  

After a moment of thought, she spoke up.  

“My real name is a secret, but until we part ways, please call me Lizzy.”  

At her words, the man’s eyes widened briefly before he nodded and replied,  

“Then, please call me Phil.”  

“Alright, sounds good. Nice to meet you.”  

The two exchanged a light handshake. Though she had come here with the sole determination to disrupt her parents’ matchmaking plans, she didn’t feel afraid of the current situation. Since neither knew the other’s identity, and each would take responsibility for this one night, it seemed easier to accept. Taking a deep breath, Lyzbel began to undress.  

Her maids had dressed her beautifully in Eugene’s gown, but she couldn’t risk soiling it any further. Thankfully, no stains from earlier had gotten on her clothes. Still, she would need to wash them upon returning. As she prepared to remove her dress, Phil gently grabbed her arm.  

“There’s a knot at the back that seems difficult to undo. May I help you with it?”  

“…Yes, I’d appreciate your help.”  

As she turned her back to him, she felt his hands slowly working on the knot. The tight knot that had been slightly suffocating her was undone, allowing the bodice of her dress to fall away. She held onto it, intending to remove it slowly, but found it difficult to turn around.  

Aside from her maids, no one had ever seen her like this before. The courage she had felt just moments ago seemed to dissipate all at once. Perhaps sensing her unease, the lighting in the room dimmed.  

Soon, she felt his hands rest gently on her shoulders.  

“Do as you wish. You don’t have to do anything if you’d rather not. This place is called a lounge because it’s meant for resting, not just for… other things.”  

The warmth from his hands was comforting. His low, gentle voice strangely put her at ease. Phil had mentioned this was his first time at such a gathering.

Would he really return to a place like this after accidentally consuming an aphrodisiac?  

If I didn’t act now, would I even get the chance to meet him again? 

Her friends had always said that men who didn’t recklessly pursue their desires were rare. Though she didn’t know him well, she didn’t want to let him slip away.  

After taking a moment to steady her breath, Lyzbel cautiously spoke.  

“…I, um, this is my first time, so I only know the theory.”  

“That’s the same for me… But I’ve been educated, so you don’t need to worry.”  

Eventually, Lyzbel finished undressing, leaving herself completely bare. She draped her clothes over the sofa before lying face down on the bed. The bedding smelled wonderful, a sign of meticulous care. Her nerves made her mind wander to trivial thoughts.  

Then, she heard a low chuckle. She felt the mattress shift slightly as Phil sat down on the bed.  

She knew lying face down wasn’t the most helpful position, but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to turn over. Sensing her hesitation, Phil spoke again.  

“You can stay like that if you’d like. However…”  

After a brief pause, Phil placed a pillow under her lower abdomen, causing her hips to lift into a rather compromising position. The embarrassment made Lyzbel grateful for the dim lighting. As she buried her face deeper into the bedding, she suddenly felt his hand on her thigh.  

His hand was large and warm, and though her body flinched, his touch was cautious. Clutching the pillow tightly, she felt his hands gently part her legs. Soon, something warm and wet made contact with her. She couldn’t believe that the scenes she had only read about in books were now happening to her.  

His tongue began to carefully lap at her intimate area, the sensation both hot and slick.  

“Ah…”  

The peculiar feeling of his tongue against her sensitive skin made her react involuntarily. Seeing her response, Phil quickened his movements, his tongue exploring her more thoroughly.  

Thanks to her position, it was easier for him to focus on her. He skillfully worked his tongue, treating her already wet entrance with delicate care. The more he licked, the more her essence overflowed into his mouth.  

Given what had happened on the balcony earlier, it was clear that she had been aroused as well. While he had been on the verge of losing control earlier, it was a relief to see that she, too, had been affected.  

Gripping her thighs firmly, he moved his tongue to her sensitive nub, gently sucking on it.  

“Ah! Ahh, ugh…”  

Following the training he had received for his future wife, he skillfully used his tongue. As he licked and sucked on her sensitive spot, her muffled yet excited moans filled the room.  

Phil had never set foot in places meant solely for pleasure before. He hadn’t even known such gatherings existed until his childhood friend had begged him to accompany him just once.  

Upon realizing what kind of place it was, he had been shocked and frozen in place. Though he wanted to leave, his friend had disappeared with a woman, leaving him no choice but to wait.  

He had only intended to drink some refreshments, but the aphrodisiac in his drink had quickly heated his body, prompting him to seek cool air on the balcony. That was where he had met Lizzy.  

Her bold yet cautious demeanor and thoughtfulness had left a strong impression on him. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, she had helped him, and he had felt nothing but gratitude toward her.  

Phil hadn’t planned to engage with anyone here, but after Lizzy had touched and kissed him, his mind had become clouded with heat.  

“Ahh!”  

Her body trembled as he sucked on her sensitive nub. Even though he wasn’t applying much pressure, her reactions were intense. She was incredibly sensitive, which was fortunate.  

As he caressed her thighs and continued his ministrations, he moved his tongue back to her entrance. Her essence flowed freely, dripping onto the sheets.  

Given how responsive she was, it seemed like she was ready for more. However, he knew that preparation was essential, even if this wasn’t her first time. Gripping her thighs more firmly, he continued to lavish her with attention, ensuring she was completely ready.  

“Ahh, ugh, ah!”  

Lyzbel had often found that her self-induced climaxes were fleeting. But now, even after reaching a peak, new waves of pleasure continued to build. The strange warmth in her abdomen grew stronger, and her moans spilled out uncontrollably.  

She had always thought that the descriptions of pleasure in novels were exaggerated. But now, she realized they had been entirely truthful.