Chapter 3

I changed into a vintage white bridal gown and pulled the veil down over my head.

We descended nine levels underground before finally reaching the crystal coffin chamber of Our Lord.

The place was lavish beyond belief, like some underground palace.

The moment the veil was lifted, the first thing I noticed was the legendary pearl sitting on the altar.

It was actually gold.

Only, it had been sealed inside an absurdly thick glass case.

Beside it lay several pages of notes listing Our Lord’s preferences.

“Likes cosplay.”

I read the line aloud and burst out laughing.

Next to it stood a wardrobe packed with every kind of lingerie imaginable.

From bunny girls to cat girls, I ended up picking a fox-girl outfit.

There wasn’t any deeper reason behind my choice.

The fox tail was fluffier, and honestly, it looked warmer.

A pair of ivory candles flickered softly nearby.

Following the ritual, I completed the vows before climbing straight into the enormous crystal coffin.

Our Lord lay silently inside.

He looked in his twenties.

Every line of his features looked as though it had been carved from flawless marble, impossibly perfect yet carrying an untouchable coldness and authority.

He really was more handsome than Ethan.

And those legs were ridiculously alluring.

While undressing Our Lord, I followed the “prompt notes” describing his preferences and threw myself fully into the act.

I even deliberately softened my voice into something coy and seductive.

“Come catch me, My Lord~ And if you do, you can play with my tail all you want~”

God. What kind of shameless line was that?

If Vincent hadn’t warned me before sending me in that every one of these tricks had been bought with the lives of dozens of girls before me, all painstakingly recorded to please Our Lord, I never would’ve been able to say them out loud.

To match the line, I even pinched the fluffy fox tail and brushed it lightly across Our Lord’s collarbone.

“Crack.”

One of the ivory candles on the altar suddenly popped.

I jumped in fright and turned to stare at it for a long moment before recovering.

Our Lord was still lying there as silently as before.

I had only just removed his shirt.

Steadying myself, I glanced down at the script again.

Then continued my soft, coquettish performance.

“How could you possibly take my clothes off just by looking, My Lord? You have to use your hands~”

I grabbed his hand and guided it as I slowly pulled the fox-girl outfit down from my shoulders to my chest.

The candle flames instantly flickered wildly, throwing chaotic shadows across the walls.

I froze on the spot.

Something about this felt seriously eerie.

There wasn’t even any wind…

I held my breath and didn’t dare move an inch, completely forgetting that Our Lord’s hand was still resting on my shoulder.

Only after a long while did my heartbeat finally settle.

I hurriedly placed his arm back where it had been.

Then reached down and pulled off his pants as well.

Wow… that was…

I swallowed hard, and the sheet of notes in my hand once again proved useful.

“The more you forbid me from touching, the more I want to. And if you think it’s unfair, you’re welcome to touch me back instead~”

Below it was a small line of text:

You may touch.

It felt like some kind of royal pardon…

Well then, no need for me to hold back.

Before the discarded instruction sheet had even finished fluttering to the floor, my fingertips were already firmly pressed against his sculpted abs.

The firmness beneath my fingertips was nothing like what a body preserved for centuries should have felt like.

It was more like a flawless body frozen forever at the peak of its prime.

As my hand wandered lower, the final line on the note came into view:

“Lucien Holm, if you keep ignoring me, then I’ll…”

And that was it. The sentence ended abruptly.

So, Our Lord’s name was Lucien Holm.

Personally, I hated unfinished sentences.

After a moment of thought, I simply filled in the rest myself.

“If you keep ignoring me, then I’m going to make you burn with desire.”

The moment the words left my mouth, my hand boldly continued downward.

Without warning, the candlelight dimmed.

Under the hazy, intimate glow, my courage slowly grew.

I straddled him and curiously brushed my fingers over the man’s sculpted chest.

Then personally counted all eight abs with teasing little kisses, savoring my way lower and lower…

Suddenly, the entire chamber blazed with light so bright it hurt my eyes.

I jerked my head up in panic.

Only then did I realize that hundreds of ivory candles had somehow appeared throughout the chamber, every single one bursting to life at the exact same moment.

The clusters of flames flickered violently, as if an invisible hand had clenched them tight before abruptly letting go.

Like the rhythm of someone’s heavy breathing.

Then suddenly, I froze.

Beneath the fabric of my skirt, where I was pressing against his member, I felt a sudden twitch.