Romei had a very strange dream. It was a dream where her entire body burned with heat, desperately wanting a man.

For some reason, she was n*ked, and a persistent tingling sensation inside her womb made her long for someone to scratch and stir her insides.

With each breath, an oddly sweet scent filled her lungs. This made her body grow increasingly hot, covering Romei with an intense s*xual desire she had never experienced before.

Just then, a man appeared before Romei. Like a prepared theatrical scene, he emerged seemingly waiting for her to desire him, and reached for her chest. Romei naturally surrendered her body to him.

“Hnngh…!”

Simply from him grabbing her br*ast, a thrilling sensation shot from her head to her toes. Her waist curved into a steep arc.

His palms felt damp, perhaps from nervousness, and each time he kneaded her br*asts fully in his grip, she felt overwhelmed by pleasure that made her want to cry out.

“Mmm, ah…”

Between Romei’s lips flowed lustful moans she had never made before in her life. She felt embarrassed and ashamed of herself, but these emotions quickly faded beneath the pleasure.

The man kneaded her br*asts several times with both hands before flicking her stiff n*pples. Romei trembled with delight. She felt herself growing wet below.

‘How can this feel so good? I wish he would touch me more…’

She thought this but couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud—even in a dream, her final conscience as a holy knight remained, preventing her from voicing such desires.

However, he seemed to read her inner thoughts and began caressing her n*pples more aggressively. He pulled at her n*pples, lightly pinched them to heighten her arousal, then suddenly lowered his head and took one in his mouth. Each time he licked her stiff n*pple with his tongue, helpless moans escaped Romei’s lips.

“Hnngh, ahh, mmm… No, don’t…”

Though she said no with her mouth, Romei’s body eagerly welcomed the stimulation. With each movement of his tongue, she lifted her hips and twisted her waist.

She couldn’t tell if she resisted because this pleasure was unfamiliar to her, or because she wanted to taste more of it.

Only after Romei moaned to the point of nearly crying did the man lift his head from her chest. Their eyes met. At first, she hadn’t noticed because she was consumed by lust, but his face seemed somehow familiar.

Romei exhaled rough breaths while trying to remember where she had seen him. Finally, she realized who he resembled.

‘He looks similar to the prince from that novel I borrowed from the maid…’

With his blonde hair, blue eyes, and somewhat arrogant expression, he closely resembled the man she had imagined while reading that book.

Even for a dream, Romei felt somewhat perplexed. She had enjoyed the novel, but not enough for him to appear in her dreams or to feel s*xual desire for him.

‘I don’t understand why this man is here.’

She wondered if this might be a distorted version of the novel she had read, but that story contained only very slight s*xual undertones. The physical contact between the two protagonists was limited to hand-holding and kisses.

Just as she began to question her own subconscious, the man reached down. His hand explored her intimate area before inserting a finger between her parted folds.

“Ahhh…!”

A pleasure far more intense than when he caressed her chest overwhelmed her. Reflexively, her inner walls tightened, welcoming the intrusion of his finger.

“…”

“Haaah, mmm… ngh…”

The man silently moved his finger, pushing it deep inside and stimulating her sensitive flesh. Each movement of his finger produced lewd, wet sounds that reached her ears.

Strangely, the more pleasure she felt, the more her desire built up rather than being satisfied. Her entire body burned hot, but the heat couldn’t escape, making her suffer.

While Romei panted from the pleasure building to her core, the man withdrew his finger. Perhaps because she was on the brink of climax, she felt her body longing for the stimulation he had provided. The lewd pulsing of her opening embarrassed her.

“Mmm…”

But the embarrassment didn’t last long. Something with a blunt tip rubbed back and forth against her lower region.

At that moment, a chill ran down Romei’s spine. She seemed to realize what that object was, and the moment she did, her body began to grow wildly excited.

“…”

“Ahhh…!”

Without waiting for Romei to say anything, the man thrust his member into her opening in one swift motion. Romei sank into deep joy and ecstasy, like someone who had been waiting for this act all along. She trembled with pleasure as her inner walls were completely filled.

‘Ah… This feels too good…’

It was a type of bliss Romei had never imagined in her life. Each time his member moved and pounded against her cervix, the itching sensation she had felt disappeared, replaced by happy satisfaction.

Now she no longer cared that her partner resembled the prince. All she could focus on was moving her hips and feeling the pleasure.

The man gripped both her thighs to hold her in place and thrust his member into her with such force that it made slapping sounds. Each time, Romei cried with joy.

“Mmm, ah, hnngh, ah…”

“…”

“Ah, hah, ah, no… Ahhh!”

Matching Romei’s climax, the man pushed his member in up to the hilt and ej*culated. Hot liquid flooded deep inside her.

After finishing, the man withdrew. Sticky fluid leaked from where they had been joined. Silently, he gathered the leaking fluid and pushed it back inside her opening.

“Mmm…”

Romei moaned weakly, her body trembling. The touch of his hand provided too much stimulation to her inner walls, now sensitive after reaching climax.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to regulate her breathing. She had reached climax, and the man had ej*culated. Yet her desire remained unsatisfied. If anything, she craved more. It felt like pouring water into a bottomless jar.

Just as she considered asking for more after a short rest, the man began rubbing his member against her parted folds, then forced her flesh open and entered her again, moving around inside.

“Nngh, no…! Don’t, ugh, mmm.”

“…”

Romei tried to push him away, but the man’s body remained as solid as stone, not budging an inch.

He seemed amused by her feeble resistance, gripped her pelvis to hold her in place, and began thrusting. The overwhelming pleasure that engulfed her felt frightening, but she couldn’t escape.

In the end, Romei had no choice but to receive his member without even resting.

“Hah, mmm…”

After continuing his vigorous thrusting, the man buried his member deep inside her inner walls and ej*culated.

Romei, lying face down, let out a soft moan and bucked her hips. After successive climaxes, her bright blue eyes lost focus and stared blankly at the floor.

Clear fluid flowed from her gaping opening, wetting the floor. The area beneath her legs was already soaked black with the man’s s*men and her own fluids.

She had lost count of how many climaxes she had experienced.

Her fluids, which initially emerged as sticky, viscous secretions, began flowing like clear water streams after her climaxes reached double digits.

Even that amount gradually decreased, and now no matter how many climaxes she reached, only a very small amount came out, like forcing herself to urinate.

“Mmm, ugh…”

The man withdrew his member and released his grip on her pelvis. Romei collapsed helplessly to the floor, unable to maintain her position. Bright red handprints remained on her pelvis.

Lying on the cold floor, Romei trembled slightly, still immersed in the afterglow of pleasure.

She felt like she had fallen into a hell of endless pleasure rather than dreaming. She thought it would end after one time, but the man’s stamina seemed limitless. Even after ej*culating, his member quickly became er*ect again, and he would insert it and continue thrusting.

As a result, she had to experience countless climaxes. She feared she might die, but stopping him proved impossible.

She reached climax again and again. Constantly stimulated without rest, she trembled with pleasure while he continued to take her without pause. Even for a dream, the feeling of impending death felt real.

Romei’s vision gradually blurred, like she was about to faint after exhausting all her energy.

As she breathed heavily and felt relief at being freed from pleasure, she suddenly realized something strange about the scene before her.

Everything around her was dark and filled with hazy smoke. What she had thought was a bed was actually a rectangular altar carved from stone. Moreover, suspicious shadow-like figures, completely black yet human-shaped, moved around here and there.

Most disturbingly, the hand that briefly touched her fingertips felt exactly like that of the man with the romance novel prince’s face.

At that moment, Romei’s mind cleared completely. She realized an important fact she had momentarily forgotten while buried in pleasure.

‘Before I passed out, a black hand that looked like it belonged to a familiar grabbed my ankle and pulled me down. And this place…’

Only then did Romei recognize that what she thought was a dream wasn’t a dream at all, and that she had fallen into a trap set by a devil.

The hazy smoke floating around was an aphrodisiac and hallucinogen, and the man she had relations with was actually a familiar controlled by the devil—the same one that had brought her here.

The devil had lured people into traps without their knowledge and used what Aron had called “supreme pleasure” to break their connection to their bodies and consume their souls. It made sense that no traces remained, as drugs were used rather than magic.

Belatedly coming to her senses, Romei tried to escape but lacked the strength to move even a finger. Just opening and closing her eyes felt like an ordeal.

To make matters worse, her consciousness was fading. This was evidence that her soul was separating from her body.

‘Soon the devil will eat my soul and discard me in the forest, just like the other victims.’

Death approached Romei moment by moment. Yet having accepted that she could do nothing in her current state, Romei remained calm. She worried more about her friends who had disappeared during the operation.

‘I’ll be fine, but I hope they’re safe.’

Rather than having others mourn over her corpse, she thought it would be enough if they caught the devil who created this terrible trap.

As Romei’s eyes gradually closed, through her fading consciousness, she heard unfamiliar footsteps approaching.

The owner of those footsteps stopped directly in front of Romei, calmly looked her over, and said with apparent curiosity:

“Strange. After being taken to this extent, her mind should be completely broken by pleasure.”

With those words, Romei lost consciousness.