“Compared to her seductive figure, I actually prefer her cold and proud face with its aristocratic air. I’ve dreamed countless times of pressing her beneath me, watching her delicate little mouth moan and gasp under my thrusts, making her tremble on the edge of ecstasy and agony, and then hearing her beg me in a voice like a cat in heat to keep ravaging her body.” The scrawny drunk licked his parched lips, spewing filthy words from his sharp mouth.

“Luke Turner, it looks like she’s heading to the oak woods on the west side of town, where there aren’t many people. Why don’t we follow her…” The bearded drunk, scratching his head, lowered his voice and lewdly suggested to the scrawny fellow.

The scrawny man’s lips seemed to grow even drier. His beady eyes darted around, as if he’d made some big decision, then he said, “There aren’t many coins left for drunks like us. Why not just take her tonight… After we’re done, we can move on to somewhere else?”

“Really? I was just saying…” The bearded drunk seemed even more timid. He lowered his head and took a sip of cheap rice wine, struggling with his thoughts.

“What are you afraid of? Mrs. Clark is a well-known figure in town. She always keeps up that haughty lady-of-the-house act. There’s no way she’d dare let this kind of thing get out. Besides, didn’t you say that at her age, wild as a wolf, she needs a man too!” Luke Turner actually grew bolder, and seeing the wasp-waisted, full-hipped Mrs. Clark about to turn the corner, he became even more anxious.

“Fine, if we kill her, we won’t have to worry about the townsfolk finding out!” The bearded drunk finally mustered his courage, threw his wineskin to the ground, and took the lead in following.

Luke Turner let out a lecherous laugh, his features scrunched together in a thoroughly obscene expression.

The two of them followed the enchanting Mrs. Clark across the town’s bridge and then headed west. The noble Mrs. Clark—whether she sensed someone behind her or was just afraid of being discovered—kept glancing back at the shadowy path she’d walked, looking a bit nervous.

Night had grown deep. For Mrs. Clark to walk alone into the deserted western woods was clearly an unwise choice—unless, as the two vile drunks said, this lady of the house was truly desperate with longing.

“There’s someone over there—hey, it’s a man! I can’t believe it, Mrs. Clark, who always acts so pure and aloof, is actually here having a secret tryst with a man!” The bearded drunk hid behind a low, abandoned house, and by the faint light from the distant town, he could just make out a man in the woods beckoning to Mrs. Clark.

“Aha, even better! Now we’ve got something on her. We can toy with her whenever we want, maybe even blackmail her for a hefty sum!” The scrawny man was already extremely excited, his voice nearly alerting Mrs. Clark.

“Let’s get closer and take a look.”

“Yeah, be careful—hide in those dark woods over there. They probably can’t see us.”

Mrs. Clark was far too eager to meet her secret lover here, and hadn’t noticed that her indiscreet behavior was being spied upon.

The cold moonlight filtered through the sparse trees, shining on the tall man. Just his strong silhouette made Mrs. Clark’s carefully shaped eyebrows tremble.

This physique excited the lonely lady immensely. Ever since she first saw him at the party, Mrs. Clark knew she was hopelessly caught in the web of desire this man had spun.

He had a handsome face, with sharply defined features that gave him a certain coldness, and a pair of dazzling, captivating black eyes that shone even in the darkness. What moved Mrs. Clark most was his lips, which always curled up slightly, showing the confidence and aristocratic air of a well-educated man, yet also expressing his indifference to everything.

Mrs. Clark could hardly control herself. Even knowing that such behavior could ruin her reputation as the town’s lady of status, she still came as promised. She longed for this rendezvous, longed for that man’s crimson lips to kiss every inch of her body!

“Oh, I imagine you must have been waiting in the cold here for quite some time. You should know that for a lady like me, it’s very difficult to come out at midnight. Please forgive my lateness.” Mrs. Clark tried to speak to the man in as gentle a voice as possible.

The man wore a high-collared trench coat, standing motionless beneath the moonlit trees. The shadows covered his face, revealing only his broad, crimson lips and the resolute chin that radiated masculine strength.

“Madam, your arrival sets my whole body aflame. The scent on you drives away all the cold…” The handsome man took the lady’s fair hand and, with elegant courtesy, placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

After the kiss, as a gentleman, the man should have raised his head and released Mrs. Clark’s soft hand. But he did not; instead, he trailed kisses from the back of Mrs. Clark’s hand up to her wrist.

Whether it was the chill wind or the sensation of his touch, Mrs. Clark’s body visibly trembled. Her noble gown swayed slightly with her body, and it seemed that if she moved any more, the dress would slip right off her smooth, graceful figure…