—Her whispers, trapped in the depths of her throat—

While Kirito lay drunk and fast asleep at the table,
he never realized that right beside him, she was being forced to kneel in secret service.
Beneath the table, the hidden movements blurred shame with fear, leaving her nearly breathless.

Under the kitchen light, she was pressed against the counter.
From frottage to full violation, every tremor and resistance melted into stifled moans.
She wanted to push him away—yet could only grit her teeth and pray not to be discovered.

And when the heat was poured deep inside her, she knew this night could never be erased—
the very beginning of her descent into Sunset Inn.

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