The Case When I Attempted To Break The Heroine's Chastity But It Seems To Have an Opposite Effect - 8.1 - Become One

Warning: R-18 scene is present in this chapter. You have been warned.

By the time we finally sat down for lunch, I felt like I had just returned from war.

Chitose had led us into a high-end restaurant—Le Bijou, if I remembered the name correctly. The kind of place where the air itself smelled expensive and where the waiters carried themselves like royal attendants. A single glance at the pristine white tablecloths, gold-trimmed dinnerware, and massive chandeliers told me everything I needed to know.

This was not my kind of place, I kid you not.

“Seriously?” I muttered, eyeing the menu in front of me. “This is where we’re eating?”

Chitose, sitting across from me, picked up her own menu without so much as a glance in my direction. “Obviously. It’s the only place I truly enjoy their meals.”

I sighed, flipping through the menu. As expected, everything was absurdly overpriced. Even a basic steak cost more than I spent on lunch for an entire month.

“Damn,” I replied, tilting my head. “I think I could sell one of your shopping bags and afford a single appetizer here.” Seeing the price tags on this dinner makes me uneasy. I am not used to seeing stuff like this.

“Haha, very funny Kaito.”

I leaned back in my seat, shaking my head. “And here I thought you were the kind of girl who enjoyed simple, humble meals.”

“I do,” she said smoothly. “But I also enjoy seeing you making uncomfortable expressions.”

“You really are evil.”

She finally set her menu down, her lips curling into an amused smile. “Say what you want.”

Before I could retort, a waiter approached, dressed in a black-and-white uniform so crisp it looked like it had been ironed seconds before he walked over.

“Welcome to Le Bijou. Have you decided on your order?”

Chitose barely hesitated before ordering. “I’ll have the Wagyu steak with truffle sauce, medium rare. And a glass of red wine.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Going all out, huh?”

She smiled. “Might as well.”

The waiter turned to me expectantly.

I glanced at the menu again. At this point, I figured I might as well take advantage of the situation. “I’ll have the same.”

The waiter gave a polite nod before walking off, leaving us in comfortable silence.

I exhaled, stretching my arms slightly. “So, now that I’m done suffering as your pack mule, tell me—how’s life at Saint Veridienne Academy?”

Chitose let out a dramatic sigh, swirling the water in her glass. “Hell.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is it really that bad?”

She shot me a tired look. “You have no idea. My father keeps piling pressure on me, constantly reminding me that I’ll inherit the family business. It’s endless meetings, lectures, and responsibilities. No matter what I do, it’s never enough.”

I leaned forward slightly. “And what exactly does he expect from you?”

She scoffed. “Perfection, of course. And nothing less.”

That didn’t surprise me. I had met Chitose’s father once when we were younger—a cold, calculating man who saw everything in terms of success and failure. He had always treated her like an investment rather than a daughter.

I clicked my tongue. “Sounds exhausting.”

She exhaled, resting her chin on her hand. “It is. And I’m tired of doing it every day.”

I studied her for a moment. Her usual confidence was still there, but I could see the weight pressing down on her shoulders, the faint exhaustion in her eyes.

She’s tired of it.

I didn’t say it out loud, but I didn’t need to.

Instead, I smirked. “If my situation was different, I’d help you, you know.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how would you do that?”

I leaned back, crossing my arms. “I’d steal you away from that suffocating world. Take you somewhere far where you wouldn’t have to deal with any of it.”

Chitose blinked once, caught off guard.

Then, after a brief pause, she let out a soft laugh.

“You really haven’t changed, Kaito,” she said, shaking her head. “And that’s what I liked about you.”

For a second, neither of us spoke.

Her words hung in the air, carrying a weight neither of us acknowledged outright.

Chitose was usually hard to read, always keeping her emotions under control. But right now, there was something different in her eyes.

Something softer.

Before I could say anything, the waiter arrived, placing our meals in front of us.

Chitose straightened up, her expression slipping back into its usual cool demeanor. “Well, eat up,” she said, cutting into her steak. “I won’t have you complaining about your ‘payment’ after this.”

I chuckled, shaking my head before taking a bite.

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The sun had already begun to set, giving a golden color over the metropolitan skyline as we approached a high-end hotel. The glass-paneled structure reflected the vivid neon signs below, and its grand entry was distinguished by a red carpet and uniformed personnel who greeted each guest with polished smiles.

“You shouldn’t have drunk all of that wine. And now look at you, you’re way too drunk.” I scolded Chitose as carry her at myside, her shopping bags weighing heavily in my hands. The city lights flickered to life around us, casting a soft glow on her delicate features. I stole a glance at her, but caught my gaze and smiled, a mischievous glint in her drunken eyes.

“Kaito, let’s stay in a hotel tonight,” she offered, her voice a delicate whisper that sent thrills down my spine. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or her sanity, but the opportunity was too tempting.

Also, looking at her current situation, I couldn’t refuse her, even if I wanted to. Do I really have a choice? I thought.

Nodding, I followed her lead, my mind reeling with the possibilities of what the night might bring.

We booked a room in the hotel, and the tension between us was clear as we took the elevator to our provided room. The elevator’s quiet ding announced our arrival, and we stepped into the dimly illuminated hallway, our footfall muffled by the thick carpet. I fumbled with the key card, my hands trembling with excitement, before finally pulling open the door.

The room was filled with the warm warmth of the evening sun, and the metropolitan skyline stretched out in front of us through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Chitose walked to the bed, her hips swaying seductively, before falling onto the luxurious mattress. I paused for a second, my heart racing in my chest, before joining her.

We sat in silence, the air heavy with unspoken desire. Chitose’s fingers traced delicate patterns on the bedspread, her eyes downcast.

“Do you remember that time? That time when you took my first time?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

How could I forget? The area was a poor choice of mine, yes, but the way she had trembled beneath me, her body slick with sweat, her whimpers of pain mingling with gasps of pleasure. The way I had held her afterward, her head resting on my chest, our hearts beating as one. It had been the single most intimate moment of my life, as if it had happened yesterday.

“Ever since that day,” Chitose continued, her voice taking on a husky tone, “I’ve craved more of you. Your touch, your taste, the feel of you inside me.”

“Chitose…”

My breath froze in my throat, and my body responded fiercely to her words. Instinctively, I grabbed for her, my hands tangled in her hair as I drew her closer. Our lips locked in a scorching kiss, our tongues moving in a passionate tango with a tinge of wine she had consumed earlier.

Chitose’s hands slid beneath my shirt, her nails tearing across my skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake. I groaned into her mouth, my hands caressing her curves and savoring every detail of her. We undressed each other with practiced ease, leaving our garments on the floor.

I laid her down on the bed, my body covering hers, our skin slick with sweat. I kissed my way down her neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin at the base of her throat. She arched beneath me, her body begging for more.

“Please, Kaito,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “I need you.”

I obliged, entering her in one swift thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I filled her completely. We moved together, our bodies intertwined, our breath mingling in the space between us.

The night passed in a blur of passion, our moans and cries echoing through the room. We explored every inch of each other, our bodies writhing in ecstasy until we finally collapsed, spent and sated, in each other’s arms.

As I held Chitose close, her head resting on my chest once more. It was a fulfilling night.

That’s an… unexpected scene. Kinda hot btw.

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