Susan Collins somehow always ends up meeting problematic men.
Her one wish is to experience a passionate love.
Following a friend's suggestion, she prays to the statue of Eros, the god of love...
'I want to experience a passionate love. Please send me a good man. Preferably a bunch of them. A whole bunch of good men. Thank you in advance.'
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"...Huh?"
From that moment on, handsome men start flocking to her. A whole bunch of them.
Right after her prayer, a priest confesses his feelings, and a noble she bumps into on the street does the same.
Tormented by the relentless attention of men showing up at her doorstep, Susan finds one solution.
She must spend one passionate night with the person she's fixated on to end this so-called blessing or curse...!
"You, let's sleep together."
"What?"
She just happens to be fixated on a man passing by.
"Shouldn't we know each other's names first? I'm Susan. Susan Collins. And you?"
"Lucian."
"That's a nice name. And your last name?"
"I'll tell you after we're done."
Wait— As Susan tried to speak, Lucian's lips covered hers. His bluish hair and intense eyes, more enigmatic than rubies, drew closer.
"You're already wet."
It was an undeniable truth. Susan felt her face heat up, wondering if it was okay to blush this much. The entrance he probed with his fingers was already slightly damp with anticipation for what was to come.
Lick. His tongue playfully, yet precisely, teased her clitoris. When she flinched, he stimulated her even more persistently.
"Ahh, ngh...!"
No one had ever treated her so preciously. No one had been so tender, warm, and desperately clinging to her that it brought tears to her eyes. His touch was love itself. Susan bit her lip, suddenly overwhelmed.
Once, twice—the rhythm of his thrusts quickened with each movement. The act, performed while both were fully clothed, felt immoral, shameful, and intensely lewd. Susan squeezed her eyes shut at Lucian's bad taste of making her watch everything in the mirror.
"Don't leave me."
Lucian whispered in her ear, persistently thrusting inside her. Susan couldn't respond, overwhelmed by the cascading pleasure.
At first, she thought it was just a fleeting encounter to break the curse.
'If I hadn't made that wish back then... what would have happened?’
