“And what is the condition?” Her question stayed in his mind. He looked around. The place was elegantly designed. The doors featured small serpent details made of silvery-white metal.

“The condition is that you. Prove your services. To me.” His gaze turned back to her. His eyes completely focused on the tall woman; she looked still like a rock, not a single movement made in the spam of a 20 seconds.

She speaks of services. I’ve heard Miria say the same thing before we got here. “Hmm, how do I go about that? I’m new here, no idea how things work.”

“Hello?” Kael stared in the direction of Elin’s figure. But that warmth became more intense, and in no time he understood where it came from. SOMEONE IS BEHIND ME AGAIN!? Is it dangerous? From here Elin isn’t moving; perhaps she isn’t worried about it, OR PERHAPS SHE IS TOO SCARED TO MOVE!

Warm hands gripped his shoulders. Heavy breaths brushed against his neck, pulsing with excitement. It sent a shiver through the air.

“I’m sorry. Miria.” A small whisper echoed behind him. It’s Elin! How the fuck she got here? Isn’t she right in front of me!? What is she going to do?

Her hands moved down. Skin touched skin, sending a warm, quiet electricity rippling below. Kael’s shock at that point was at its peak; he trembled with fear because he didn’t understand the reason. But once her hand stopped just above his pelvis, her fingers aimed at his crouch.

Is this- the service… she’s talking about? Kael grabbed her hand and tried to pull it away but it felt to like trying to move a building. Her heavy breathing only made things worse.

If I let her do what she wants I’m screwed If I say I no… I’m also screwed. What the hell do I do?

“I-I accept the condition, but you have to calm down.” His intention was simple: if whatever she wanted to do was inevitable. The only answer to it was damage control. Uncertain of her intentions, he had to be cautious. With her strength, she could easily rip his body apart without breaking a sweat.

“Very well.” Without giving a second to gather his thoughts, she grabbed his hands and pulled him to one of the doors inside the hall. Her steps were quick and certain, and her head didn’t turn to face him even once.

The implications of the activities were almost certain for him. Men rare = she wants sex. That had to be; the mentions of his role as a toy all had to be this one. But the way Elin acted, it felt like dealing with an animal that learned to speak the necessary. The elf opened the door and pulled him in.

I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m dead!

They walked down another corridor and entered a room. Kael couldn’t grasp the details of the place. His mind felt a bit hazy. Like his head was spinning; that came to a halt. Once she stopped.

He looked up, and the elf’s attentive gaze met his. Her beauty didn’t register in his mind. That thought fled when he realized she could easily kill him if her mood shifted slightly. His eyes roamed the room, taking in its plainness. The elegantly designed wardrobe and bed were the only notable features.

Should I do something for her?

The young man realized something was off. The adrenaline he felt had disappeared. A lot of his worries faded away into foregone thoughts. Perhaps he was simply accepting his fate.

Elin stood by the bed. Silently observing him.

Why is she just standing there? Is she waiting for something to happen?

His mind raced to find a reason why she didn’t move. At the same time, he wondered why he felt an overwhelming sense of calm wash over him, making his legs feel weaker by the second. He reached out to the wall to steady himself, and a quick glance at his hand revealed the reason for this sudden shift.

A small purple needle pierced one of his veins on the back of his hand. This, plus his inability to move any fingers, confirmed his theory.

His gaze turned back to Elin with a worried expression, but there was nothing he could do to stop her.

She moved closer, taking small steps. Her head tilted oddly as she reached for his hand and tenderly pulled Kael toward her bed. He didn’t even get a chance to resist; his body had given up on him.

Dammit, I don’t know how to feel. This is not how I wanted this to happen. Why is the first thing that comes to her mind to do things this way? She didn’t even ask me. If she had asked, I’d say yes. That is if her intentions are to sleep with me.

“No. Worry.” Even though her movements seemed gentle and careful, Kael could feel her intense breaths and the shake in her hand. His fear was palpable, impossible to miss—especially to her keen eye. Yet, her stunning face betrayed a sly grin, hinting at her delight.

She pushed him on the bed and watched him fall onto it. He was completely defenseless. The drug she injected had taken over his body. Well, it didn’t matter. With her overwhelming strength, he would be easy prey anyway.

I really can’t move; even my face is becoming heavy like an anvil. Only my eyes and bit of fingers and…

A warm feeling in his crotch sparked a clue to what this narcotic was. In a world with few men, a drug for raping seemed bound to exist.

Elin. Watched him, feel all of his internal anguishes. Him slowly realizing what the drug did to him, and the only thing on her face was absolutely bliss. To the point that she was euphoric. She put some of her fingers inside her mouth and bit them to relieve some of that uncontrollable sensation.

This woman isn’t normal; I’m gonna die, I’M GOING TO DIE AGAIN!

At long last, she pounced. Her hands cradled his head, her legs encircled his waist. Suddenly, Kael found himself inches away, gazing deeply into those enchanting yet wicked eyes. Gorgeous lips shifted aside for her tongue to enjoy his skin. And ultimately, his shut lips.

“Open.” Almost like his body had been completely controlled by her, he opened his mouth. Obeying her request to not suffer any type of punishment. Which immediately followed by a poor kiss. Her tongue twisted inside his mouth like she was licking water from a bowl.

This feels uncomfortable. My first kiss in a while, and it’s so strange, wait-.

The memory of a disastrous first kiss quickly faded away. In an instant, her lips transformed into a tantalizing treasure; she danced playfully, teasing his mouth and tongue. She offered just enough room to breathe, yet not quite enough to catch his breath.

It felt too good, and in no time, she had adjusted to the point where he felt his worries torn away by her lips. Each touch from her felt like heaven, sending tingles from his toes to his head. She was really good at it—too good, in fact.

Elin released her mouth from his, and a trace of saliva connected their lips. The man looked at her as if she were an angel, but something else caught his attention.

A thin line linked their lips. It looked like blue gas, nearly invisible to the eye. He could only see it because of the small shadow she cast, blocking the light from above.

What is this? Another type of drug, now coming from her mouth? No, I don’t think this is it.

“Can you. See it?” Elin’s question hit him like a sudden thunderclap. Instantly, his body sparked to life, a jolt of electricity coursing through him. His nervous system buzzed, brimming with newfound strength and vitality.

“Y-yes.” No drug has this type of effect; this is something else. “What happened?” Kael inquired, pulling himself away from her.

“You desire. For power. I helped.” Wait, really, that easy? So all along she just wanted to help me?

“Be careful.” His eyebrows shot up in confusion at her warning. Then, exhaustion took over, and his head fell back onto the bed.

“Like sugar. Rush. Exhaustion.” She moves closer and closer.

“Too much. You sleep. Soon.” Next to him, and then.

“You will. Be fine.” I hope… I don’t die.