Katubari

* At night
He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms:
For the first time, no staying overnight.
The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side.
Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level.
No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders.
And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice.
*During daytime
He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, 
“Hello, Grace.”
Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out.
In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze.
Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs.
Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

John adored Grace's cute and pitiful appearance, full of grievance and nervousness in her big eyes as she pleaded carefully.

But she didn't know, as long as she asked, even if it was his life, he would give it to her.

Grace had stood him up a few times before due to her period, and now the man was in the mood again. She wasn't sure if her begging would work.

John teased her, refusing to respond.

It seemed that men liked women to act coquettish towards them. Grace either kept a distance from him or played with him when they were together.

Even the woman who was writhing in bed with him one moment turned into a stranger the next.

John didn't mind giving himself a little benefit.

Grace thought his silence and serious expression meant he was angry, so she bravely tried to please him.

You are dead