
His mere smile causes the strongest women’s hearts to quiver. Every part of my being screams, "I desire this man," with my reproductive organs feeling no different. My face flushed bright red as if ready to burst; I was at a loss on how to react to this unfamiliar sensation. I realized my underwear was damp, forcing me to suppress the fading thoughts. The man who observed the situation calmly smirked and took off his gray shorts. He gently pressed against my restless legs, removing my pants to reveal intricately designed black underwear. He took hold of my legs and spread them apart, then knelt down, declaring, "No one makes me kneel, but before IT, I will gladly do so before I consume him." I stammered, unable to articulate anything, while the man continued speaking, disregarding my murmurs. (From today, you will abandon your wretched BOYFRIEND in Korea and select me.) The man reached out, gliding his hand over the outer layer of the damp underwear, smoothing it, and swiftly locating the protruding flesh to press down upon. With a voice so alluring it could pierce the heart and soul, he said, "Don’t return to Korea, stay here with me. I will grant you this country. As you willingly give it to me, I will taint your innocent soul.