As a result, the s*xual desire that had been suppressed and boiling inside her body collapsed at the slightest stimulation. She had merely stumbled with her legs crossed and plopped down on the firm sofa armrest, but that small impact ignited her body, which had become sensitive to its limit.

Her entire body itched with skin so sensitive she wanted to tear off the clothes she was wearing. Every time the rustling fabric brushed against her, moans naturally rose from her throat.

Without even touching them, her pink n*pples, hardened with excitement, protruded through her hastily unbuttoned dress. 

No matter how much she stroked her areolas with her fingernails or twisted her n*pples painfully, it didn’t reach the intense pleasure she longed for.

She needed someone to touch her. Her throat kept parching with desperate longing for merciless hands that would roughly caress her feverishly hot skin and knead her br*asts like milking, just like in her dreams.

“Hnngh, ugh, haah.”

Serena whimpered, writhing in the agony of not reaching climax. The s*xual desire gradually numbing her reason brought an inexplicable sadness. Why must she suffer like this? She already knew and had learned the way to escape her suffering.

She could simply rush out of the room, grab anyone she encountered, and present her br*asts. Her body clearly remembered that if she spread her legs and begged someone to rub her pulsating private parts, the climax she desperately wanted would come. 

But a thin thread of reason still alive barely kept her from begging with her n*ked body like a pr*stitute.

Serena moved her hips with her dress bunched up between her legs. She tucked the layers of crumpled dress between her thighs and rubbed her private parts against the heavy fabric. The sticky fluids soaked the cloth and created dark stains, but she didn’t even notice such things.

Her staggering body collapsed to the floor. Her shoulders fell onto the carpet, and her cheek, turned to the side, was pressed against the floor. Only her b*ttocks, with the dress tightly tucked between them, remained raised high in the air.

“Haahng, ungh, mmng, hnngh, ahnng…”

Sensual moans burst forth one after another like singing. A dreamy smile had already bloomed on Serena’s slightly relaxed face. Though her neck felt stiff from her collapsed upper body pressing against the floor, even that wasn’t painful. 

She pushed both hands between her br*asts pressed against the floor and kneaded them firmly with her body weight. Her hardened n*pples were buried in the flesh. Her once plump br*asts were flattened and spread, the flesh crushed between her palms and the carpet.

She wished she could press more firmly against her swollen cl*toris. The tightly bundled cloth could only provide dull pressure to her entire private area but couldn’t stimulate the deeper cl*toris. 

Serena cried, whimpering like a child throwing a tantrum in frustration. Sobbing loudly like a child, she moved her hips more forcefully and twisted her legs tightly.

“Ah, aah, ungh, mmng!”

Perhaps thanks to thrusting her hips until her body ached, a brief climax, albeit weak, enveloped her body. Though it was a momentary org*sm incomparable to her dreams, it was effective in cooling down the s*xual desire that had been suppressed to its limit.

Serena’s body, which had been trembling on the floor like a dying insect, went limp. Her tightly crossed legs also spread open randomly when her strength gave out. Sprawled on the floor like a broken doll, Serena slowly blinked her eyes when her consciousness gradually returned.

‘What am I doing right now…’

Though the heat inside her body hadn’t completely disappeared, at least her rational mind had awakened enough to assess the situation. As Serena struggled to raise her upper body, she noticed the door that wasn’t properly closed. Startled, she tried to move toward the door but at that moment, she met her reflection in the mirror opposite her.

Her disheveled clothing and face flushed with lust.

Overwhelmed with shame, Serena covered her chest with both hands and curled up tightly again. Fortunately, she had collapsed behind the sofa, so just curling up was enough to hide her body.

“I’ve gone mad. This, this is me, no…”

Muttering with a trembling voice, Serena painfully tapped her cheeks. First, she properly tied the ribbon she had torn off messily to cover her exposed chest. 

The undergarment that firmly shaped her br*asts had twisted when she writhed on the floor and was too damaged to be worn again. 

Roughly covering her upper body with clothes, Serena finally got up and dusted off her crumpled skirt.

The skirt, so wrinkled it was hard to believe it belonged to a noble lady, was beyond repair with just dusting. Thinking she needed to change into new clothes, Serena headed toward the door to close it first.

“Oh, why is the door open?”

But before she could reach it, a maid passing by the corridor noticed the open door and approached. Startled by her dress that looked like she had been in a physical struggle, Serena hesitantly stepped back. Her helpless hands wandered in the air.

‘I could say I fell…’

As Serena quickly thought of an excuse, her eyes caught the obvious stain on her skirt. The fabric, wet with transparent fluid, was darkly stained in a way impossible to overlook. As the approaching footsteps grew closer, Serena hurriedly reached for a nearby vase.

Crash!

“Ah, Miss!”

The maid hastily opened the door upon hearing the sharp sound from inside just as she grabbed the doorknob. On the floor was a broken vase, and Serena, her dress soaked with spilled water, turned to the maid with a troubled face.

“Are you alright? Oh my, your dress!”

“I accidentally knocked over the vase when I fell…”

“I’ll clean it up right away. Please stay back, Miss, it’s dangerous.”

What a situation. Worried that Serena might get hurt by the broken pieces, the maid hurriedly moved her back. Obediently following the maid’s instruction, Serena noticed she was barefoot and discreetly found and put on the slippers she had thrown off without the maid noticing.

The suspicious stain, obvious to anyone, was naturally concealed by spilling the vase’s water over it. Having explained both her crumpled dress and the stain with the excuse of falling, Serena hurriedly headed to the dressing room, saying she would change clothes.

Though she cleverly avoided the crisis with an excuse, cold sweat trickled down her back. What if someone had looked through the open door while she was lying on the floor, mindlessly twisting her waist? What then?

What she had vaguely feared in her imagination was suddenly right in front of her. 

Her hands trembled like aspen leaves while searching for clothes in the wardrobe.

* * *

Despite staying in her bedroom for days under the pretense of illness, she couldn’t handle her increasingly strange body. Contrary to the book’s explanation that one would naturally get used to it over time, her body became more sensitive with each passing day. 

Her mind remained unchanged, but her body betrayed her will and escaped her control.

Serena still believed that humans should rationally suppress s*xual desire and that it was right to refrain from unnecessary desires pursuing pleasure beyond s*xual intercourse for reproduction.

But despite her clear will, her body easily heated up like an animal in heat at any time. It felt like her entire body had become an erogenous zone to the point where normal daily life was impossible. A breeze that would have felt refreshing before now felt like caressing hands.

‘I can’t just wait and rely on time forever. I need to find the reason my body has changed… Ah, Yulinus’s Bookstore!’

While pondering how to solve this problem alone that she couldn’t tell anyone about, the ‘secret information guild’ came to her mind.

‘Why didn’t I think of that?’

It was a place where all information money could buy was gathered. At least if her strange bodily changes weren’t the first in human history, Yulinus’s Bookstore might have information about people who had experienced such changes before her. She hurriedly prepared to go out.

“Ah, really…”

Serena, about to leave the room, stopped after a few steps with a frown. Her underwear was already getting damp. She had only one pair of underwear left. She had discarded and ruined so many undergarments over the past few days that she needed to buy more anyway.

She had planned to buy necessary clothes while visiting Yulinus’s Bookstore, but before even leaving the room, her fluids were already overflowing. Serena bit her lower lip firmly.

It bothered her even more because the dress she wore today wasn’t the type with a voluminous skirt but one that fell softly and calmly. 

Without a petticoat, if her underwear got completely soaked, it might show through her outer clothes. 

Whether people misunderstood that she, a grown adult, had an accident in her underwear, or that she was a strange woman always dripping fluids, both were mortifying enough to make her want to die.