“Heh heh? Hic…” Grace Bennett almost lost her balance and was nearly thrown to the floor. Annoyed, Miss Grace Bennett grinned, grabbed Jason Carter by the collar, and with strength three times that of an ordinary person, flipped him over.

　　“I’m going to be on top.” Grace Bennett squinted her drunken, hazy eyes, gazing at Jason Carter with a wild, beast-like look. For some reason, she suddenly leaned in and kissed him fiercely.

　　“Mmm! Damn, you bit my teeth…” Jason Carter mumbled unclearly, and after a moment, gave up struggling, instead wrapping his arms around Grace Bennett’s waist.

　　The large, soft mounds pressed against Jason Carter’s chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He tried to push them away, but couldn’t move them at all; their soft shape changed enticingly with the pressure of his hands.

　　“Ah…” The warm scent of alcohol drifted onto Jason Carter’s face, shattering his last bit of reason.

　　Both of them were drunk.

　　It had to be said, alcohol is a catalyst for emotion.

　　Sucking hungrily on Jason Carter’s lower lip, Grace Bennett’s 36D chest rubbed against his torso. Fine, fragrant sweat covered her fair neck, and saliva drew a silvery line between their lips. Her smooth, delicate tongue boldly pried open Jason Carter’s teeth, tangling and ravaging…

　　Gradually, the cumbersome and obstructive clothes were torn off and tossed aside. The sensation of skin against skin made Jason Carter let out a low, satisfied growl. Perhaps it was male instinct—he wanted to pin the beauty on top of him to the ground, but Miss Grace Bennett, whose strength surpassed his, domineeringly pressed down on his shoulders, making it impossible.

　　Her beautiful eyes narrowed to slits, Grace Bennett violently yanked off Jason Carter’s belt. Straddling his waist, the corners of her mouth still glistened with traces of Jason Carter’s saliva. That alluring tongue lightly licked her lips, parched from desire, as Grace Bennett clumsily undid the button of her denim miniskirt…

　　“Mmm…” A slight pain and burning sensation made Grace Bennett frown and let out a low moan of discomfort.

　　The pleasure from below made Jason Carter unable to control the fire raging inside him any longer. At the same time, for some reason, the pressure on his shoulders eased considerably.

　　Alcohol is wonderful; it lets sober people abandon their rationality, throw all consequences to the wind, and pursue the most primal and exquisite pleasure.

　　With a low roar that broke free of all restraints, Jason Carter suddenly flipped the now-unresisting Miss Grace Bennett onto the floor, gripping her slender, athletic legs, maintaining that twisted position, and then…

　　…

　　Looking back on that madness later, Jason Carter didn’t remember much—just a vague recollection that the battlefield moved from under the dining table to beside the fridge, from the kitchen to the living room, and then along the hallway to the bedroom.

　　On the sofa, by the stair railing, in front of the windowsill, on the carpet…

　　Traces of their battle were everywhere.

　　Jason Carter didn’t know why his stamina was so strong, especially since it was his first time. From the faint red marks left on that proud place, it was clear that it was Grace Bennett’s first time as well.

　　When, accompanied by a low growl and a soft cry, all the pent-up frustration and exhaustion of many days was finally released in that burning moment, the villa returned to its usual tranquility.

　　“…Sorry.” To be honest, Jason Carter didn’t know when he had sobered up, and realized that Grace Bennett had too. But seeing that Grace Bennett had no intention of ending their pleasure, he didn’t stop either, choosing instead to continue.

　　“This is how you take responsibility?” For some reason, Grace Bennett didn’t feel angry—more than anything, she felt a sense of relief, as if a burden had been lifted.

　　It was like finding someone to rely on? Even though, from the outside, this man didn’t seem all that dependable.

　　“I’ll take responsibility.” Jason Carter blushed, replying a bit stiffly.

　　“Pfft.” Grace Bennett smiled charmingly, shifted to a more comfortable position in Jason Carter’s arms, and with her fingertip, absentmindedly traced irregular circles on his chest. “Even though you’re a man, I have to say, sometimes you’re really cute.”

　　Not feeling repulsed must mean she liked him. If she had been, this man’s head would have rolled the moment she sobered up. Grace Bennett’s thinking was simple—after years surviving the apocalypse, she followed her desires like a true wastelander.

　　Though this was the first time she’d ever had this kind of desire…

　　“Ahem!” Jason Carter almost choked on Grace Bennett’s words. He was about to retort, but his gaze was drawn to her proud chest. It took him a while to notice the half-smiling, half-teasing look on Grace Bennett’s face, and he awkwardly looked away.

　　“Do you think my chest looks good?” It was hard to imagine a woman being so shameless and unreserved. But thinking about how Grace Bennett didn’t know the meaning of modesty, Jason Carter let it go.

　　“It looks good.” Jason Carter swallowed and answered honestly.

　　“You slept with me.” At this moment, Grace Bennett was like a well-fed cat, toying with the last mouse, her half-smiling gaze teasing Jason Carter.

　　“Yes.” Swallowing again, Jason Carter braced himself and replied.