The body, aroused by the aphrodisiac, was like heated honey—just as hot, sticky, and sweet. Her hypersensitive body trembled, the fine hairs standing on end. As the fabric of her clothes brushed against her skin, the sensation was so intense that it sent shivers down her spine.
‘Ah, so this is the power of an aphrodisiac?’
It didn’t taste good, but its effects were incredible. Lillian panted as she laughed inwardly. She knew it was a dangerous drug, but so what? As long as she didn’t die, it would be fine. She had swallowed it willingly—to claim the man in front of her.
“Ah… my body… my body, hng, it feels strange.”
She twisted her alluring body seductively, tilting her neck to expose her pale throat and full chest. She felt the man’s burning gaze scan her body, filled with intense desire, as if he would tear her clothes off at any moment. But, as expected, he didn’t make the first move.
‘Yes, that’s how it should be. That’s what makes it fun.’
So, Lillian gladly took the initiative. She tore her own clothes instead. The heat from the drug made her body unbearably hot, suffocatingly so. She feigned innocence, pretending to be lost in a haze, as if she were too intoxicated to think clearly.
The thin summer fabric caught in her hands and tore with a sharp rip. At the provocative sound, the man’s throat bobbed slightly, as if swallowing hard.
Lillian deliberately stopped midway. Being completely exposed wasn’t as enticing as leaving just enough to stir excitement. Her fair, soft arms and beautifully flushed legs peeked through the torn fabric. Even she found her skin tempting—how much more so for him?
Yet, the man still stood motionless, making no move toward her. Lillian’s patience began to wear thin. No matter how hard it was to win over the protagonist, this was too much.
“Help me… please… ngh…!”
She let a single tear fall, her red-rimmed eyes glistening with moisture. Her trembling white hand reached out to him, pleadingly. This was her final gamble.
Fortunately, the man responded. Step by step, he approached the bed and gazed down at her with an expressionless face. At a glance, his cold demeanor made it seem like he was indifferent. But Lillian could feel it—the temperature in his eyes as he devoured her with his gaze. As if he wanted to pin her down and ravish her right then and there.
Under that gaze, Lillian made her expression even more innocent. As if she had no idea what was happening, she twisted her delicate body, licked her swollen lips, and ran her hands over her own body with a naive look. One hand squeezed her well-shaped breast, while the other slid between her smooth thighs. The man stared at her with an unwavering intensity, as if licking her with his eyes.
“Aah… my body, my body feels strange. I’m scared…!”
She gasped and sobbed, her desperate eyes clinging to him as if he were her only salvation. It wasn’t just lust—it triggered his primal need to dominate.
The man hesitated before slowly extending his arm to grasp her hand. Though she had trained with a sword, her fingers felt frail. And they were burning hot. It was hard to believe a human body could reach such a temperature.
That was when he realized the severity of the situation.
‘If I don’t flush the drug out of her system soon, she might die.’
His rational mind coldly whispered the warning. He didn’t know how she had ingested the aphrodisiac, but he couldn’t let her die. She was still useful—to him and to his fiancée, Aleina.
Yes, this was unavoidable. He had no choice. Nothing more, nothing less.
Convincing himself of this, the man finally climbed onto the bed. His large, muscular frame loomed over her. At that moment, an intoxicatingly sweet, ripe scent filled his senses.
‘What is this scent? Is it the aphrodisiac?’
It was enough to make him lose reason. Unconsciously, he lowered his head and brushed his lips along the exposed skin of her neck. A delicate pulse trembled like that of a small bird, releasing its scent. As his breath touched the sensitive skin, Lillian shuddered.
“Haa…”
A body in heat was ephemeral, breathtakingly beautiful, and impossibly sweet. Effortlessly, he stripped away the rest of her clothing. Though she had trained in swordsmanship, her bare form was stunning. The curve of her slender waist, the fullness of her hips, and the firmness of her thighs—all of it was perfect. He had always preferred quiet, delicate women, but now… he might have to reconsider.
He had been ignoring the throbbing hardness between his legs for some time now. Lillian was probably a virgin. He had never heard any rumors of her being with a man. So, he couldn’t just recklessly throw himself at her. No matter how tempting her body was.
Yet, she kept writhing against him, urging him on. Like a cat in heat, she panted and rubbed her thighs against his hard body. Her blatant seduction made his jaw clench.
With a sharp smack, his hand came down on her soft buttocks.
“Ahn…!!”
“Stay still. Unless you want to be torn apart.”
The man deliberately issued a cold command. He pushed Lillian onto her back and spread her beautiful legs apart. What greeted him was an obscenely lewd sight—her petals, drenched in sticky honey, flushed a deep red and trembling slightly. It might have been his imagination, but the scent of sweet, heated nectar seemed to emanate from her core. His gaze darkened further at the sight.
“S-Stop… don’t look at me like that.”
Lillian shook her head in embarrassment, trying to close her legs. But before she could, the man lowered his head and sucked up the honey pooled on her petals. The elastic tip of his tongue licked up the length of her slit, teasing the swollen bud at its peak. At that moment, Lillian’s pale body convulsed violently.
“Hngh… ahhh…!”
Her body, already burning from the drug, couldn’t withstand even the smallest caress. Whether it was because of the aphrodisiac or not, the orgasm was unbearably long and intense. She trembled helplessly, crying from the overwhelming pleasure. But the man seemed unsatisfied. He pushed his tongue inside her pulsing folds, licking deep into her spasming walls.
“Ah… ngh! Hahh, aah…!”
The wet, obscene sounds of his tongue echoed through the room. Every time it touched her, small orgasms crashed over her like waves, never-ending. Sparks flared through her blank mind. By now, her trembling legs could no longer close. Her limbs, quivering from the overwhelming pleasure, refused to obey her. She no longer knew if it was the drug’s effect or something else entirely.
Lillian pleaded until her voice was hoarse, cried, and climaxed again and again. Until the sheets were completely drenched with her essence. Finally, the man lifted his head, wiping his damp lips against the back of his hand. He gazed down at her sprawled-out, ruined form as if admiring his work.
Her normally pale skin, which never tanned despite all her training, was now flushed in deep hues of pink. The once-composed face, always so proper, was now slack with desire—debauched. Her tear-streaked eyes, wet with saliva and lust, glistened red, as did her parted lips. It was impossibly beautiful. He couldn’t look away.
‘Did I… just think she’s beautiful?’
The man was shocked by his own thoughts. Never, not once, had he ever considered Lillian Rosetti beautiful. She had an acceptable face, but she was a boring woman. She always wore that baggy knight uniform, tied her hair up in a severe bun, spoke stiffly, and rarely showed any expression.
To him, Lillian had always been more of an ornament, a mere tool. She was, at best, an accessory to his fiancée, Aleina.
And yet, here he was, aroused by that very accessory. He was admiring her—this woman, spread out naked on white sheets, her dark, cloud-like hair disheveled, her flushed face panting for air. This realization startled him. His grip on her soft thighs loosened.
That was when—
“Please… come to me. I… I can’t take it anymore…”
She grabbed his hand and rubbed her cheek against it, pleading. The woman who had always been the picture of virtue and restraint was now drowning in lust, desperately yearning for him. So shamelessly disheveled.
A single tear slipped from her heated eyes and landed on his palm. Its warmth didn’t sear his skin, but it shattered the wall inside him. He realized that he couldn’t walk away from this. His entire body felt bound to her, as if entangled in sticky glue. He had no intention of letting go.
“…Fuck.”
Cursing under his breath, he spread her legs apart and positioned himself. The moment he did, her slender, delicate arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in. Like a beautifully crafted trap ensnaring its prey.
A hidden smile flickered across Lillian’s flushed face. She could mask her expressions, but her body’s reactions couldn’t be hidden. The way he pressed against her entrance, impatiently searching for the way in, the way his breath came heavier with excitement—it all told her exactly what she needed to know.
He was aroused. By her.
It was exhilarating.
The novel’s male lead had fallen—hook, line, and sinker—for a mere supporting character like Lillian Rosetti. No, not just fallen. She had personally ensnared him. She had even gone so far as to use a deadly aphrodisiac on herself to ensure it.
She had planned and calculated everything meticulously. Weighed the risks, assessed her worth, and determined whether this gamble was worth it. And she had been right. The male lead was now completely caught in her web, clinging to the excuse she had carefully laid out for him—“I have no choice.”
How laughable.
“Everything good in this world belongs to me. I will take it all.”
Lillian tightened her arms around his neck, smiling like a cat who had just licked up a bowl of cream.
A supporting role should know their place and stay in the background?
What a joke.
She would take everything she desired—glory, power, the admiration of others. And even Aleina’s man.
If something was worth having, it was worth taking. Otherwise, someone else would snatch it up.
So why shouldn’t it be her?
Lowering her head, Lillian pressed her lips to his muscular shoulder, slow and deliberate—like a victor branding her conquest.