Chapter 51: Norika Harada’s Persuasion

Norika Harada remained silent for a long time, though she didn’t slow down her driving.

They finally arrived at the hotel.

After parking the car, Norika pulled out her phone and made a call. Hanging up after a few brief words, she turned back to look at Quillan and said, "Quillan..."

"Hmm?" A hum came from Quillan’s nose. Looking at Norika, he asked, "Miss Harada, it seems you still haven’t thought things through. Didn’t we already agree on this? What are you supposed to call me right now?"

"Quill... Quillan-kun!"

Norika bit her lip and closed her eyes, looking as though she were throwing all caution to the wind as she said to Quillan, "From this moment on, I, Norika Harada, am your girlfriend, Quillan-kun. Please treat me well!"

Stepping out of the car, Norika bowed to Quillan. When she straightened back up, Quillan clearly saw a faint blush across her face.

"That’s more like it, Miss Harada!"

Norika Harada led Quillan into the hotel. Neither of them spoke as they walked down the corridor. Quillan kept his eyes forward, his mind racing as he wonderd what Norika was planning.

Norika stopped in front of a door, room 712. She slid the key card in, and the lock clicked open. She stepped inside first, and after a moment’s hesitation, Quillan followed. The room was elegant and understated, with a single bed, a window overlooking the city lights, and the faint hum of the air conditioner.

Quillan couldn’t hold it in any longer. He turned to face her, his brows furrowed. "Do you have something you want to say?" His voice was low, careful.

Norika didn’t answer. Instead, her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, slowly working them open one by one. The fabric parted, slid from her shoulders, and fell away. She stood before him in nothing but her bra, a thin black lace thing that strained to contain the generous swell of her breasts.

Her full E-cup breasts trembled slightly with her breath, the soft flesh spilled over the edges of the cups, the deep valley between them glistening faintly with a sheen of sweat, and her pert buttocks outlined a perfect S-curve beneath her panties.

Quillan’s breath caught in his throat. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes, though steady, betrayed a flicker of vulnerability.

"Have sex with me!" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to give my body to you!"

Quillan froze. His mind went blank. For a long moment, he simply stared at her, unable to process what he was seeing, what he was hearing. "What... what are you saying?!"

Norika stepped closer, wrapping her arms around herself as her trembling voice broke through the silence. "I know my family has already decided everything—the engagement, the wedding, all of it! But I refuse to let them determine my life! I would rather give myself to you than to Takeo!"

Quillan was stunned, making him wonder how much she must hate this arranged marriage and how desperate she had to be to stand before him like this, stripped of everything but her pride?!

She continued, her voice growing steadier. "Besides, my family values purity above all else. If they find out I’ve lost my virginity to you, they might call off the engagement. It’s the only way!"

Before Quillan could respond, she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was clumsy and desperate, fueled by alcohol and fear. The taste of wine lingered on her tongue, mingled with the faint, sweet scent of milk and honey that clung to her skin.

Quillan hurriedly pushed her away, putting distance between them.

"This is too sudden," he said. "You’re not thinking clearly!"

Norika’s face flushed an even deeper red. This time, it wasn’t just embarrassment, it was anger! Her eyes narrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line. She had offered him something priceless, something countless men would kill for, and he had rejected her!

She smirked, though the expression didn’t reach her eyes. "What’s the matter? Don’t you want my body?"

Quillan shook his head slowly. "You’re drunk."

Her anger flared. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him closer, her nails digging into the fabric. "Are you even a man?" she spat. "Or are you impotent? Am I not beautiful enough for you? You promised to help me! Didn’t you?"

The words hit Quillan like a slap. As a man, he could endure many things, but no man could tolerate being told he couldn’t do that!

"If that’s what you want," he said with a cold laugh, "then I suppose I have no choice."

Quillan immediately pushed her back onto the bed. Norika gasped as her back hit the mattress. Before she could react, his hands were already on her body, unbuttoning, unzipping, peeling away the last of her clothing until she lay completely bare beneath him.

Her breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath. Her stomach was flat and smooth, her waist narrow, and her hips flared gently outward in a way that made his throat tighten. Between her thighs lay a triangle, and she pressed her legs together instinctively, as if only now realizing how exposed she truly was. Her skin was pale and flawless, glowing faintly in the half-light, and a thin sheen of sweat made her body shimmer.

Norika Harada stared up at him, her breath unsteady as she struggled to understand what she was feeling. Her anger had faded, leaving behind a confusing mixture of anticipation and fear. She could no longer tell which feeling was stronger, all she knew was that there was no turning back now!