(Karsten)
Arata's confidence as she entered my room and carried herself was worth praising—that sinfully short dress and mask, combined with the real colour of her hair like the plumage of a phoenix. I wished to bury my nose into them, wrap them around my hand and take her pretty mouth.
I was a sucker for red hair and although I knew that black was not her natural hair colour seeing her real hair up close was a whole new experience. Like the streaks of vermilion silk, they seemed to have been created to be fisted in my hands.
And those rosebud lips, so sensual and so smooth to kiss.
I knew she was no damsel in distress but once she was in my lap, the urge to claim her lips and dominate her hijacked my brain.
Without exaggeration, my new secretary and fake girlfriend was a stunner. The desire to just yank every piece of cloth off her body and make her moan underneath me devastated me. I wished to see her legs naturally open and take in my length, all of it.
