1 Chapter 1：Misguided Seduction R·18

Zane is a guy totally hooked on gaming, spending most of his time with his trusty sidekicks, his left and right hands.

Aside from the occasional drink and a stroll through the red-light district to unwind, there isn't much else to his life.

But tonight is different.

He's not exactly thrilled, but decides to go with the flow and check out a party his classmates are throwing.

On his way there, he spots a jade seller at a street corner. For some reason, he feels drawn to it and ends up buying a jade pendant to wear around his neck.

At the party, a few drinks in, Zane starts feeling a bit dizzy.

He leaves the party to head home, planning to swing by the red-light district after picking up some condoms.

But as soon as he enters his room, something feels off.

There are women's clothes hanging in the closet.

Whose room is this?

How did he end up here?

As he's bombarded with these questions, the room door suddenly snaps open and shut with a "click-bang!"

Startled, Zane realizes he's made a mistake; this must be his female roommate's bedroom.

He quickly looks for a place to hide.

As the footsteps get louder and closer, panic takes over his mind, and he finds himself crawling under the bed, trying to stay unseen, though it's hardly dignified.

Not long after, he heard Grace mumble, "Honey~ I feel so dizzy!"

Vincent was quick to comfort Grace and hurried their departure, ready for another wild party later—a mixed-gender late-night indulgence. He said, "You know alcohol doesn't agree with you. The aftertaste of red wine lingers."

Watching this enchanting woman on the bed, her performance at dinner, her open flirtation with older men, and her disdainful yet polite demeanor all fueled his urge to dominate her and satisfy himself immediately.

However, Grace's response was lukewarm.

"Hmm, what are you implying? Are you accusing me of not backing you up? They are all influential people. Can't I enjoy a drink?"

She quickly added, "Honey~ my head is spinning, I feel like throwing up but can't. It's unbearable!"

Then, Grace quietly sat on the edge of the bed, eyes closed, lips quivering, as if she might faint at any moment.

Eventually, she lay back on the bed, dazed.

Her hairstyle tonight was particularly stylish, her hair elegantly pinned up, revealing her slender neck.

She wore a daring black evening gown, with a very noticeable bra at the front, accentuating her tempting shoulders.

A luxurious sapphire necklace around her neck added to her allure.

The gown's bold slit exposed her entire legs, and she wasn't wearing pantyhose.

Her modest yet long legs were encased in sexy black stockings, and she wore ten-centimeter stiletto heels, each step highlighting her seductive legs, pushing temptation to the extreme.

"How could I possibly blame you, dear? You look absolutely stunning tonight. Come on, be a good girl, lie down, lie down, and rest!" Vincent gazed at Grace, who seemed ready to pounce on the bed, gently guiding her to lie down.

Then, he playfully teased her by caressing her thighs.

"Darling, I'm really not feeling well, stop teasing me, I want to sleep!"

Grace tried to stop Vincent's caresses with her hand, but it felt weak and powerless, unable to resist his touch, and Vincent easily brushed her hand aside.

"Come on, dear, I can't hold back any longer. Let's get started, it won't take long!" Vincent appeared impatient, quickly unbuckling his belt.

His suit pants fell to the wooden floor with a thud.

Then, he took off his underwear and pulled Grace closer. He considered dealing with her top but found it too troublesome.

Meanwhile, his phone buzzed incessantly in his pocket. He knew his buddies were pressed for time.

In a rush, he forcefully removed Grace's stockings and lifted his own member.

"Where's the condom? Stop messing around, don't try to fool me! Seriously, no!" Grace was really drunk and frustrated that Vincent wasn't listening to her.

"They're right here!" Vincent protested, annoyed by the accusation. He claimed he had them, but he hadn't put one on yet.

He was about to pull down Grace's light blue silk panties when she grabbed him tightly, asserting, "I'm not that drunk, don't lie to me!"

Grace felt woozy and nearly unconscious, realizing Vincent was determined to go on. She felt powerless to resist and decided to just go along with it.

Vincent felt a twinge of reluctance, realizing he really needed to use a condom.

He reached into his wallet on the floor, pulled out another condom, and carefully put it on, making sure Grace saw and confirmed it.

Then, Grace seemed to relax a bit, letting herself fall back onto the bed, seemingly about to pass out.

Vincent didn't hesitate and went straight for her private area, skipping any form of foreplay, and thrust in abruptly.

"Ouch, it hurts~ hurts~" Grace cried out, her legs struggling, her high heels tumbling on the floor.

Vincent was fully in the moment, but because of Grace's earlier insistence, it was hard to gauge her reaction.

Feeling frustrated, he just wanted to lose himself in the passion of the moment.