The bracelet wrapped around her wrist quietly loosened. The black bracelet that fell from her wrist soon began to wriggle and raised its head. The black snake stretched its stiff body and shook itself once.

The snake observed Serena, the source of the intense energy pulling it and the owner of the bracelet. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, and her face was flushed red with heat. Hot breaths escaped through her parted lips.

-Hmm.

The snake tilted its small head.

Was it right? Looking at her accepting the book of desire much faster than expected, the black snake felt somewhat sorry for this small human woman.

-Still, I must do what needs to be done.

But such sympathy was fleeting. Recalling the face of ‘that one’ who would torment it relentlessly, the snake heaved a deep sigh. It slithered up her arm and coiled tightly around her neck. Then it opened its mouth wide and bit down hard on Serena’s nape.

Crunch. Black smoke rose from the wound in her neck. Serena’s body, which had been wandering in dreams and suffering, stiffened completely. The black snake glanced at her trembling fingers and, seemingly finished with its task, calmly returned to her wrist.

-It rushes in, almost like it was waiting for this moment.

The black smoke that had risen in the air was suddenly sucked into her mouth.

* * *

“I didn’t expect you to find me so quickly.”

Serena, who had been struggling against the hands forcibly embracing her, suddenly stopped moving. 

Unlike the unidentifiable touch that had been binding her until now, this voice had a clear sense of reality. A voice so affectionate and soft it was chilling. 

The sweetness of the voice, enough to make her tongue tingle just from hearing it, raised goosebumps on her nape.

A large hand suddenly appeared from behind and grabbed her chin, lifting it up. Her head tilted back and was forcibly rested against someone’s firm chest. 

In the darkness where nothing could be seen, only the man’s figure appeared distinctly, seemingly emitting its own light.

The man’s silhouette loomed over her eyes. Serena tried to make out the man’s face looking down at her, but where his face should have been was completely black, like someone had poured black ink over it. 

The sight of that pitch-black darkness occupying the space above his neck evoked an eerie fear.

“You!”

“I thought you had a lewd body from the first time I saw you.”

Unlike his affectionate voice, the man’s words carried a hint of mockery. The fingers holding her chin slid down smoothly, tracing her neckline. Her skin, already covered in goosebumps, reacted excessively to even the slightest stimulation. She shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut.

The cool sensation, too cold to believe it was human body temperature, left a lingering impression on her soft skin even after his fingers had passed. Following the trail of goosebumps, a hot, slippery red flesh pressed down on the marks, sucking at her skin.

Everywhere the man’s lips touched, there were clear traces of teeth marks and hot tongue rubbing. Over these hideous marks, hot breaths scattered chaotically across her skin. The man holding Serena from behind turned her body to face him and embraced her tightly.

“S-stop. What, what insolence, ugh!”

Serena, bound and trembling, barely opened her mouth to scold him, but fingers invaded her open mouth and pressed down on her tongue. Her patience, which had been trying to appear brave, was gradually eroded by the helplessness of being unable to do anything.

The thick, long fingers violated her mouth without hesitation. They caressed the soft mucous membrane and teased her tongue, pressing and scratching it when it tried to escape.

When he firmly pressed the particularly delicate root of her tongue, a place she had never touched before, her breath was cut off and her throat constricted with a dry heave. Saliva slowly overflowed from the corners of her mouth, which she couldn’t close.

“Mmm, tight, hot, and soft. At this rate, I won’t even be able to fit half of it properly…”

The man’s voice mocked her with obvious derision. Her eyes, reddened from the intermittent suffocation that made her writhe, filled with tears. Each time the hard nail tip gently scratched the roof of her mouth, her chest heaved up and down.

The silk nightgown, loosely tied with a waistband, slipped down her body. The man bit one shoulder strap of the thin slip covering her n*ked body and pulled it.

As the clothing slid down her shoulder, one of her br*asts was fully exposed. The cool air clung to her br*ast like a caress, now stripped of its thin protection. The corners of her narrowed eyes trembled.

“Don’t blame anyone. This is all because you look so delicious.”

The fingers that had been stirring inside her mouth withdrew and traced her lips. The hand, which had smeared saliva all over her lips, grabbed her forearm and lifted it up. 

His sharp nose bridge poked the inside of her forearm and armpit, and his pointed tongue licked her skin like a hungry dog.

Her fine hairs trembled at his breath, hastily inhaled to savor her scent. The particularly tender and soft skin quickly turned red at the slightest bite mark, blooming with heat. 

The sound of wet skin being rubbed together was startling. The heat that had initially bloomed only on her neck gradually spread throughout her body.

“No, no, st-stop…”

Her voice, usually confident and even somewhat arrogant, now trembled unstably. A fragile plea flowed pitifully from her lips, but the man, with his head buried between her armpits, paid no attention and burst into laughter. His blatant mockery traced her skin once more.

“While pleading to stop, deep in her heart she was unknowingly and desperately wishing for something else.”

The man, who had grabbed her br*ast fully from underneath with one hand, muttered a passage in a calm voice. It was a passage she knew well. Her eyes, which had been filled with tears, widened in shock. The next passage automatically echoed loudly in her mind.

‘She kept leaning her body toward the man, with a faint expectation that his large hands would roughly grab her br*asts and knead them freely. It was the wish she had desperately desired every night, over and over again.’

“…was the wish she had desired.”

The passage that appeared in Serena’s mind simultaneously flowed from the man’s lips. It was a fragment from the book she had been reading before falling asleep.

“This can’t, this can’t be…”

“No, this is only natural.”

The man gently comforted Serena, who was trying to deny the truth, and strongly grabbed her bouncing br*asts according to her wish. 

The numbing pain spread from his grip, so strong that the plump flesh protruded between his spread fingers. She let out a sharp scream at the pain that made her vision go white.

“Aah!”

Her tear-stained face, shaking her head wildly, was covered with tangled strands of hair. The dignity of a young lady from a renowned Marquis family was nowhere to be found. 

The protagonist in the novel wandered the streets like a pr*stitute, hoping many men would come to her, constantly looking for someone to caress her warmly. The fear that she might appear like that character strangled Serena.

The formless force that had been embracing Serena, forcibly binding her and groping her body, had somehow taken the complete form of a man.

All the acts that had merely been vaguely frightening when done by an invisible entity became more real once she recognized the other party as a person like herself. Now, more than fear, the sense of humiliation made her despair even more.

The exposed flesh visible through her half-removed nightgown was stained with red marks of passion. Her white, clear br*asts were made messy by rough handprints.

The man’s hand rummaged through her skirt and entered her intimate area. As her thighs contracted in surprise, he pushed his hand in without hesitation. 

An invisible force forcibly spread her knees apart. The hand that entered between her forcibly spread legs gently stroked the underwear covering her private parts.

“Huh.”

Through the thin fabric, unfamiliar hands kneaded the narrow valley that had never been touched by others. The tightly closed gap gradually opened under the rubbing pressure, and the hidden flesh began to grip his fingers.

Her dry underwear became increasingly moist. Serena’s lower body, which had been struggling to close her legs, kept losing strength. An itchy heat slowly pooled in her lower abdomen. The man’s mouth, explicitly sucking on her br*asts, became more vivid.

“Uh, uh, n-no. Hah.”

“You’re lying. That can’t be true.”

The man’s words were exactly like a hypnotist’s whisper. Following his firm statement, the strength gradually left Serena’s voice of refusal, and soon her sobbing pleas slowly transformed into moans.