“Then I’ll put it in myself so there’s no confusion. For the sake of a foolish v*rgin who can’t find a single hole.”

Aslan complied without resistance and lay back on the bed.

He watched with narrowed eyes as Freya climbed on top of him. Her face, flushed all the way to her neck, was a pleasure to look at.

Her reactions were just as interesting as examining her hidden parts.

He found himself wondering how many others had seen the most secret part of her body.

He wanted to be the only one who ever looked at that pink flesh. He knew it was greedy, but he couldn’t suppress the dark, damp feeling rising in him.

Aslan caught her wrist as she reached to undress him and raised an eyebrow.

“How many people have you slept with?”

“……You’re asking that, right now?”

The mood-killing question made Freya’s face scrunch.

“Do I look easy to you?”

“You don’t look innocent.”

Should she just go home? Freya began to seriously consider it.

She didn’t want to sleep with him badly enough to put up with being treated like a loose woman.

She didn’t sleep with just anyone. Her first time was with a lover she genuinely cared for.

After that, she never slept with anyone she didn’t feel something for.

Looking back, the present situation was the exception.

She didn’t feel strongly for him, yet the circumstances around her pushed her all the way here.

‘Do I really need to go this far? It’s not like I’m that into him. The rumor that I got rejected will fade eventually. I can put up with a little embarrassment for a while.’

Freya’s expression hardened and she moved to get up. Or rather, she tried to.

Aslan grabbed her waist and she fell back onto him.

“Why are you getting up?”

“Because I’m offended. I want to go home.”

Aslan frowned too. He found her stubbornness endearing, but this kind of mood swing was another matter.

She lit the fire and now she was going to leave?

“Was there a problem?”

“I said I liked you. So how could you say something that rude?”

“……“

“If you think I’m easy, we don’t have to do this. In Vaigon, sharing love with someone you like isn’t a problem at all. I hope you go on treasuring that precious virginity of yours for a very long time.”

Aslan bit his tongue.

She was the one who barged into his bedroom. She was the one who confessed her feelings.

But he was the one who stood to lose. It was time to be honest.

Aslan wanted to sleep with her. He wanted to work through the endless curiosity he built up from books, with her.

“……I apologize.”

“Forget it. It’s not like you mean it.”

“I didn’t think lightly of you, Miss Freya. I asked that question because a strange desire came over me.”

“What desire?”

“The desire to be the only one who knows this side of you.”

Aslan cast his eyes downward with a wounded look. His long lashes fell below his eyes, and his neat face looked forlorn.

Resorting to using his looks all of a sudden. She thought it was underhanded.

“Hmm……”

Still, at least he seems like a v*rgin now. The corner of Freya’s mouth crept upward.

‘So he wasn’t looking down on me?’

Showing possessiveness already. At this rate, he might fall in love after just one night together.

Simple as a goldfish, her mood cleared up in no time, and she gave a small snort.

“You are the only man who’s ever stared at my bottom like a pervert. Vaigon men don’t do strange things like that. Are we settled now?”

Aslan raised his eyes. His expression seemed to brighten in an instant.

“……Is that so?”

Like a child finding a pretty pebble on the beach, Aslan felt pleased.

He even felt grateful to the Vaigon men who didn’t know how to properly appreciate a beautiful woman’s body.

“Oh, why are you doing that again all of a sudden?”

He flipped their positions and pressed her thighs down. Her waist folded and her hips lifted.

“Knowing I’m the only one makes me want to look a little more.”

“Stop saying disgusting things and move.”

“Just a little.”

She smacked his shoulder, but Aslan didn’t budge.

‘His timid, meek act was definitely a performance. They say quiet men turn out to be the darkest and most dangerous.’

She made a mistake poking at this strange man, Freya clicked her tongue to herself.

She glared at the top of his head as he buried his face below her, then gave up and let her head drop back.

“It’s not like money comes out of staring at it……”

“But liquid is.”

“……”

“Fl*id from the v*gina is running down the cleft.”

Aslan knew what the fl*id flowing from the v*gina was.

Among the *rotic literature he enjoyed, there was a book that described this in detail.

When a woman begins to become aroused, the genitals produce lubrication to ease penetration.

According to the advanced knowledge he accumulated, Freya was clearly aroused right now.

“Do you happen to enjoy being embarrassed?”

“Sh, shut your mouth.”

“It does seem like you might have that tendency. You took your clothes off without hesitation when I told you to.”

“I do not!”

Freya snapped at him, but Aslan nodded along and continued his deduction.

“It may be difficult to accept. People often have tendencies they never knew about.”

“Quite the know-it-all for a v*rgin.”

“Things I learned from books that aren’t easy to come by.”

“Reality is different. There’s a big gap between what you read in a book and actual experience.”

Aslan moved his lower lip and conceded her point.

The kiss he experienced in reality was far more thrilling and sweet than anything he read.

The feel of her lips and her br*asts, her hips and her s*x were on an entirely different level from what he imagined through books.

“Then let’s close that gap, little by little.”

“Ah…!”

His long fingers began to push inside.

The way his thumb moved, rubbing the cl*toris as he worked, was skilled.

He knew exactly where to touch, and stars flashed before Freya’s eyes.

‘Did he really learn all of this from books?’

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She came here to take back the upper hand.

And yet here she was, her back trembling and her breath coming short under the touch of Aslan, a man with no experience.

Reversing the power between them drifted further and further away, like a leaf swept off by a rushing river.

“Ah, ngh…… Haah! Ah…!”

The louder the wet sounds grew, the louder her m*ans climbed. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes from the pleasure crashing through the top of her head.

But just when she was teetering on the edge of something, he suddenly pulled his hand away.

Why stop now? Freya licked her lips with a bereft look and blinked her hazy eyes.

She lifted her head to find Aslan raising an eyebrow, as if asking whether he should continue.

“Wh, why did you stop?”

“I didn’t know how long to keep going. Should I continue?”

Freya rubbed her thighs together and nodded, and his smile deepened.

“It seems like life in Vaigon is going to be enjoyable.”

“Don’t say things like that and just get on with it.”

“In return, Miss Freya will have to grant me a favor.”

“Fine, just hurry……”

Blinded by pleasure, Freya nodded frantically.

It felt like she signed a bad contract without knowing what she was agreeing to.

‘I think I’ve been tricked.’

***

Under his hands she reached a deep peak, and with barely a moment to rest she had to climb on top of him and move her hips.

It was because of his shameless request to watch her br*asts move like waves.

Every time her hips moved, the muscles of Aslan’s abdomen stood out in relief.

His body was firmer than she expected. He wasn’t bulky with muscle like Vaigon’s warriors, but he had a large frame. Undressed, he didn’t look lean at all.

She thought the lean muscle looked good. He seemed like someone who trained in secret, away from other eyes.

“Haa. Can you move faster?”

“Ngh, but it’s, it’s hard.”

“Well, moving slowly isn’t bad either.”

Moving was difficult with him filling her completely inside. If he hadn’t worked her open thoroughly beforehand, it would certainly have hurt.

A bigger problem than that was his outrageous hands. The way he fixated on her br*asts was something else.

“Leave my br*asts alone……”

“They feel good, so I keep wanting to touch them.”

Her br*asts were apparently a toy to Aslan.

Not content with kneading them relentlessly as she moved her hips, he rubbed the stiffened n*pples mercilessly, pinched them, and pulled them downward.

The more he tormented her br*asts, the sharper the stinging sensation grew, like static electricity. It was starting to genuinely sting.

“Ngh, ah, that hurts.”

“Does pressing the n*pple hurt? Is there no good feeling in it?”

He pressed his thumbnail firmly against the n*pple. The tip sank into the flesh. At the same time, the sharp pain made her hips tremble.

It hurt, but strangely it felt good. It was a sensation she couldn’t make sense of.

“Ah!”

“Every time I torment your br*asts, your inner walls clench.”

“That’s because it’s, sensitive……”

“You respond better when it’s slightly painful than when it’s gentle, Miss Freya.”

I poked at the wrong pervert. I thought he was an innocent v*rgin, but he turned out to be a lewd and depraved pervert!

She couldn’t count how many times she thought this. It was all because of Aslan’s words and actions that kept defying her expectations.

‘Who knew a man who does nothing but sit in a room reading books could be this dangerous.’

Freya lamented inwardly.

Whether it was exhaustion, her movements grew sluggish, and Aslan changed positions. He laid her down and spread her legs.

Moving down the bed and aligning himself with her entrance made it easier to move.

He could also clearly see the opening that was squeezing and working around him.