Chris had a mentally exhausting day. It was a wonder she didn’t bite her tongue.

Lying in bed, barely able to keep her eyes open, she was tormented by the image of a pure, white-clad Rain, tempting her without realizing it. Every soft sound Rain made in her sweet, birdlike voice stabbed Chris’s chest like sharp, powerful sword strikes.

Rain, the incredible swordswoman, dealt severe emotional damage to Chris.

Chris couldn’t help but lose her heart to her.

As she massaged Rain’s soft body, Chris fought a fierce, invisible battle with herself.

Rain was physically weak and unaware of how …