In the tense silence, Ethan slowly reached his hand toward my chest.

I kept my eyes tightly shut, ensuring that he wouldn’t realize I was awake, waiting for his touch.

“I-I’m sorry, Lilith…” he mumbled softly.

‘…It’s happening.’

Apologizing under his breath while touching my chest? That could only mean one thing—he was planning to satisfy his desires using my “sleeping” body.

Just as I expected, after those words, Ethan began to unbutton my nightgown, one piece of clothing after another, slowly peeling away the layers. I kept pretending to be asleep, focusing on the sensation near my collarbone.

-Slide.