Prologue

A chilling voice brushed past her burning ears.

“It’s what you brought upon yourself, Celestia.”

Contrary to the cold voice, the breath and lips touching her nape were unbearably hot. A shiver ran down her spine, and Celestia bit her lips tightly.

She still couldn’t believe that she was lying on Kayev Ruden’s bed—or more precisely, pinned beneath his massive body. But this was undeniably reality.

The lips gliding along her nape, the hand tracing the curve of her waist—none of it was a dream. The piercing gray eyes of Kayev, who was admiring her body, were all the proof she needed.

Unable to muster the courage to meet his gaze directly, Celestia turned her head away. The maid outfit that had covered her body until just moments ago lay in tatters, scattered carelessly.

Seeing that sight made her situation feel even more real, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Though this was something she had decided upon herself, her body stiffened with tension.

Since her eyes were closed, she couldn’t see Kayev’s expression. She had no way of knowing where his coldly burning gaze was directed. Kayev, on the other hand, stared at Celestia’s face as though he wanted to devour her whole.

He couldn’t believe the situation either.

The sight of her, once his master, lying disheveled before him, felt like a dream.

Golden hair cascading over the sheets, snow-white skin glowing under the moonlight, and the voluptuous curves barely concealed by her thin undergarments. She looked so divine, like the goddess of the moon herself, that her beauty was almost sacred.

That was why Kayev, who had been frantically tearing off her clothes, suddenly froze. His last shred of conscience screamed in protest at the sight of such ethereal beauty.

Kayev felt like a heretic about to desecrate the sacred image of a goddess.

Yet the lust ignited by the drug was enough to paralyze his reason. His patience didn’t last long.

Her trembling, delicate shoulders only fueled his sadistic instincts further. Finally, his primal instincts overcame his reason, and the moment his hand moved—

Rip—!

“Ah!”

Celestia’s scream burst out as she opened her tightly shut eyes. The last piece of fabric covering her body was gone. With a single gesture, Kayev had shredded her old chemise into pieces.

Her soft, white chest, swollen like cream, was exposed entirely before his eyes. Celestia could feel Kayev’s breathing grow even heavier.

“D-Don’t look at me like that…”

She pleaded with Kayev, who seemed to be licking her body with his gaze alone. But even if she burst into tears, he probably wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes away from her.

Her pale, luscious body was enough to make his mouth water just by looking. Below the beautiful, sensual curves of her chest, her slender waist extended gracefully, narrow enough to fit within his arm. The line from her waist to her hips and thighs was maddeningly enticing.

Kayev, like a wolf staring at a feast, licked his lips and took everything in with his eyes. From her soft belly and delicate navel to the gentle mound surrounded by golden curls—there wasn’t a single inch his gaze didn’t touch.

Overwhelmed by shame, Celestia wished she could faint on the spot. Her clumsy attempts to cover her exposed body were thwarted by the large hands that captured both of her wrists and pinned them above her head.

When she lifted her head in embarrassment, her eyes met his once again. Kayev’s gaze, fixed on her, was that of a beast.

Even to her inexperienced eyes, it was clear that he was aroused.

“Ah, Kayev…”

As if infected by his heat, Celestia’s breathing began to quicken as well. Just as Kayev had said, this situation was one she had brought upon herself. It was a choice she had made, without anyone forcing her.

Yet that didn’t mean she felt no embarrassment. Lying n*ked before the man she had long admired only made her feel it more acutely.

Unable to bear the intensity of his burning gaze, Celestia shut her eyes again.

No, the truth was a little different. It wasn’t that Kayev’s gaze was burdensome. In fact, she kept avoiding his eyes because she didn’t want him to see the same desire reflected in her own.

Even in this situation, her heart raced for Kayev. The sculpted face she had once secretly admired as a child was now right in front of her.

Her trembling wasn’t because the man above her was intimidating. The tension, anticipation, and longing for Kayev all combined to press down on her chest.

Had it been anyone else, she wouldn’t have felt this way.

But it was Kayev. The man she had loved unrequitedly for over five years.

From the moment they first met, Celestia’s feelings for him had never wavered. Perhaps that’s why, even in the face of this sudden first experience, she felt no fear.

Rather, the strange sensation of their bare skin touching only made her body heat up with an embarrassing intensity. Behind her closed eyelids, the muscular figure she had seen earlier lingered in her mind.

For some time now, Celestia had been secretly taking in the sight of his bare body. Just as Kayev had salivated at the sight of her chest, Celestia felt her mouth water as if she had bitten into a slice of lemon while looking at his exposed form.

His broad shoulders, thick chest, chiseled abs, and firm waist were a stark contrast to her own soft body.

It wasn’t just what she saw that excited her. The heat radiating from him, his masculine scent, and the deep timbre of his voice all sent shivers through her body.

But despite her body and heart’s excitement, her rational mind knew the truth.

Kayev didn’t truly want her. At least, not genuinely.

From what she knew, he had always been indifferent toward her.

“Damn it, stop squirming. Can’t you see I’m barely holding on as it is?”

His unusually cold voice was likely because of that very fact.

To have to hold a woman he didn’t even like, all because of the drug.

Celestia tried to understand his feelings. But the more she tried, the more she realized how broken her own thoughts were.

Even though she knew his passion was caused by the drug, she couldn’t help but feel happy that he desired her. Yet she didn’t want him to see such vulnerable feelings.

So she kept her eyes shut, suppressing the urge to admire his face and body to her heart’s content. Perhaps misinterpreting her reaction, Kayev let out a soft chuckle.

“That won’t do, Celestia. You need to open your eyes and see exactly what we’re doing. If you close your eyes with that kind of expression…”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Kayev sank his teeth into her nape. Though it seemed he might bite deeply, his teeth only grazed her soft skin lightly before letting go.

“It’ll look like I’m forcing myself on you.”

Though there was no pain, the tension tightening around her throat made Celestia stifle a sob.

The heat blooming from where his lips touched was short-lived, as Kayev, seemingly unable to resist his impulses any longer, cupped her chest with his large hands.

“Ah…!”

A startled moan escaped her lips at his unrestrained touch. His rough hands kneaded her soft mounds as though completely overtaken by instinct.

Though her delicate flesh was caught in his coarse grip, she wasn’t afraid. Celestia was certain that he wouldn’t hurt her.

Even if he yelled or lost his temper, he wasn’t someone who would harm her.

Indeed, even in his intoxicated state, Kayev suppressed his roughness and gently cupped her br*asts.

For a long time, he relished the soft flesh in his hands, savoring its texture. Eventually, he buried his face in her chest, exhaling heavily.

“Ah!”

Indulging his desire, he bit, sucked, and licked her supple skin, finally taking her hardened peak into his mouth.

“Ah, ah, Kayev—!”

When her er*ect red n*pple was swallowed into his hot, wet mouth, an indescribable sensation washed over her. It felt as though her insides were twisting and churning, leaving Celestia writhing in discomfort.

But no matter how much she squirmed, the massive man’s weight didn’t budge.

Even then, Kayev didn’t release her hands pinned above her head. Helplessly exposed, she had no choice but to endure the strange and sensual sensations coursing through her.

The powerlessness of surrendering her body to him only heightened her excitement. Before long, soft moans began to escape her lips.

Kayev savored the small, firm peak in his mouth to his heart’s content. He licked it with his tongue, swirled it with his tongue tip, and sucked on it with his lips.

“Ah, ah, mm, ah—.”

The small, elastic piece of flesh, both firm and tender, tasted as sweet as if it were coated in honey. But sweeter still was the sound of Celestia’s moans that spilled out every time he touched her.

As she lay there, unable to even open her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations, Kayev’s voice pierced her ears once more.

“Well then, if you won’t open your eyes, I’ll at least make you open your mouth.”

At the same time, his lips, which had been teasing her chest, moved down past her flat stomach and toward the depths of her body, making Celestia’s slender waist jerk violently.