For over twenty years, I had been a dutiful daughter and a dedicated wife and mother. Never had it crossed my mind that one day, the petals of my yearning would burst open under the weight of a man I barely knew.

What made it worse was that I had known this man for only an hour...

An hour ago, I had accepted a glass of water from my sister-in-law, and shortly after, I met him, the man who would dramatically change my life.

At the end of a hallway, in that moment when I found myself tumbling down the stairs, I grabbed desperately at his waist as if it was the only lifeline.

Just as I managed to steady myself, his large hands roughly seized my throat, his face darkening in question, "Who are you? What are you trying to do?"

I was burning uncontrollably, couldn't clearly hear what he was saying. The only thing I could feel was the icy coolness of his body, the surge of relief when I drew close to him.

Involuntarily, I leaned in closer, my hands wrapped around his neck.

"So hot... so hot..."

His eyes darkened, "Little seductress, this is the game you started. I hope you won't regret it."

Soon, his towering figure loomed over me, his large hands roamed over my body.

"Indeed, a seductress!"

With that, a wave of intense pain swiftly engulfed me.

For a moment, I was reminded of who I was and flushed with embarrassment. But when I remembered the humiliation my husband had put me through, a surge of vengeful pleasure rose within me.

In the end, my body's instinct doused my final shred of restraint. Unable to hide my desires any longer, my response to his fierce onslaught could not have been more explicit.

In wave after wave of surrender, he took me soaring to the clouds, time and time again.

Throughout the night, I cannot recall how many times, only that I've reached the brink of exhaustion at the final moment of release, completely falling into unconsciousness.

The next morning, I was still in a drowsy sleep, but was abruptly awakened by a sudden knock on the door.

My head was throbbing with unbearable pain, my mind foggy and confused. Staring at the ornate crystal chandelier overhead and the patterned ceiling in classic European style, I couldn't figure out where I was...

God, what on earth did I do last night?

Guilt and shame were darting through my brain like needle fish. I covered my face that felt as hot as if burned by iron, and tears ran abruptly down my cheeks.

Then, a familiar voice came from outside, "An Yiru, I know you're in there, open the door for me!"

I was thrown into a panic immediately. How did he know I was here? How could he possibly find this place?

In haste, I tumbled out of bed, pulled on my clothes which were scattered across the floor in a mess, and tried tidying up my hair to cover the shocking marks on my body.

The person outside was already becoming impatient; the knocking on the door was getting more and more furious. "An Yiru, what are you messing about inside? If you don't open the door soon, I'm calling the room service to open it!"

His voice was exceedingly rude, his attitude not giving me a shred of room to maneuver. It seemed as if he was certain I had done something to upset him and he wouldn't rest until he had reprimanded me...

At this moment, it suddenly dawned on me: why should I feel guilty?

What era are we living in now? If he can do things like this, why can't I?

I took a deep breath, laid my hand on the doorknob, gently turning it. But who would have thought that at that moment someone would push the door hard from the outside, causing me to nearly tumble over...

Planting my feet unsuspectingly, I asked in a hoarse voice, "What brings you here?"

"An Yiru, you're so cheap!" A chilling voice reached my ears, followed immediately by a loud slap hitting my face. The slap reverberated in my ears, my cheek throbbing with pain as it was forced against my teeth, filling my mouth with the metallic taste of blood...