Chapter 1 It All Felt So Real

• “Water... Water...”
• Samantha Quimby murmured softly, her throat parched as if an invisible rope was tightening around her neck. Feeling rather uncomfortable, she repeatedly extended her tongue and licked her extremely dry lips.
• “Water...”
• Lifting her heavy eyelids and struggling to see through her blurred vision, Samantha noticed a man coming into her line of sight. He was tall and well-built, dressed in a white dress shirt. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing glimpses of his tanned, muscular chest. As Samantha watched, she subconsciously licked her dry lips.
• Her gaze traveled upwards, landing on a face so handsome it could stir her heart. His eyes were as dark as obsidian, exuding a profound allure that was irresistible. His lips were slightly cool yet devastatingly sensual.
• However, the chilling aura he emitted made Samantha involuntarily shiver.
• “W-Who are you?”
• Battling her physical discomfort, Samantha managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.
• The man standing at the foot of the bed suddenly leaned over, reaching out to firmly grip Samantha's chin as he asked, “Do you think a woman like you has the right to question my identity?” His words sent a tremor through Samantha's heart. He was looking at her as if she were nothing more than an item for sale. The sheer disdain emanating from his eyes made her feel a cold chill that pierced right through her.
• A woman like me?
• Samantha's mind was instantly thrown into confusion. What kind of woman does he think I am? Judging by his disdainful gaze, does he actually consider me to be a prostitute?
• Startled, Samantha quickly said, “S-Sir, there's been a mistake. I'm not the woman you think I am. P-Please leave.”
• She was fighting the discomfort coursing through her body.
• “Telling me to leave? Is this your way of seducing me?” The man's eyes flickered slightly, his sharp gaze displaying a look of disdain.
• “Seducing you? I don't understand what you're saying. Please keep your distance from me.”
• “A woman bold enough to tell me to leave, huh? How intriguing. Lady, if your intention was to seduce me with such tactics, then you have succeeded.”
• “Huh? I didn't seduce you... What are you doing—”
• Before Samantha had a chance to gather her thoughts, the man leaned in. His thin lips came down on hers without warning.
• Alarm bells rang loudly in Samantha's mind. With all the strength she could muster, she balled her fists and began to pummel the man, desperately defending her first kiss.
• “Mmph! Get off of me!”
• The man firmly grasped Samantha's ceaselessly moving hands, his thin lips delivering a kiss that grew significantly more passionate.
• “You b*stard! I-If you don't stop what you're doing, I-I'll bite you to death!”
• With her captivating eyes, Samantha glared at the man in front of her who was violating her. Even though she wished she could annihilate him with her gaze, she found it impossible to maintain her focus for too long.
• Waves of discomfort swept over her, making her head spin with dizziness. Especially after the man's teasing, her body felt unusually warm. Samantha felt as though she was being steamed alive. The sensation was unbearable.
• “It's so hot...”
• The intense heat enveloping her caused Samantha's fair, delicate face to flush a vibrant red. As she gazed at the man, her eyes gradually filled with a dreamy haze.
• The man's gaze swept over Samantha's blushing face with reckless abandon. Her face was delicate and pure, small enough to fit in the palm of a hand. Each feature was intricately sculpted, enhancing her charm even further. Though her looks couldn't be described as unparalleled, there was a comforting beauty about her that was undeniably attractive.
• “Heh... Are you a dog, woman? You'll bite me to death? That's the funniest joke I've heard all day!”
• “I really will bite you to death!”
• “Before you manage to bite me to death, I'll show you what it's like to experience a dream while awake,” he said in a chilling and captivating voice. Immediately, the man's robust figure overpowered the delicate Samantha, pinning her beneath him.
• “Ah...”
• On the Epean style king-sized bed, the man roughly yanked off the white towel wrapped around Samantha's amazing figure. Due to her being overly tense and frightened, a trail of sweat trickled down the contours of her face, slowly making its way down to the corner of her soft, pink lips.
• “No! Don't do it!”
• “Woman, in my presence, you don't have the right to say no.”
• His icy-cold voice and commanding tone were undeniably irresistible.
• “Mmph...”
• All of Samantha's resistance seemed so futile in front of the man. Every struggle and defiance she put up was instantly reduced to nothingness the moment his thin lips crushed hers.
• “Mmph...”
• In the midst of a deep slumber, Samantha suddenly jolted awake, swiftly sitting upright on her bed. She reached up to wipe the layer of fine sweat that had accumulated on her forehead. It was that dream again.
• In her dream, she was entwined endlessly with a man. Despite it being a dream, the scenario was too vivid. Even now, Samantha could vividly recall the man's eyes in her dream, cold and hawk-like. She could still feel the scorching warmth of his body against hers and the piercing pain as her body was torn apart. It all felt so real, as if she had truly experienced it.