Chapter 5
Night had fallen, and I was curled up on the sofa, my mind still replaying what I'd just told Leila—I was really falling for him. My phone glowed softly in the darkness. Ever since Roger had started his 24/7 caring mode, these late-night conversations had become the highlight of my day.
Tonight was different. Roger had messaged me first.
Roger: [Are you still awake? I want to share something about myself with you.]
My heart instantly raced. Oh my god! Was he finally going to confess? Was he about to tell me he liked me too?
I perked up immediately and quickly replied: [Of course! I've been waiting for you.]
Roger: [I haven't been completely honest before. I have special bloodline, from an ancient family.]
I blinked, a bit confused. Special bloodline? Ancient family? This sounded like some kind of roleplay scenario. But since he enjoyed this kind of thing, I should definitely play along!
I excitedly typed back: [Wow! That sounds so cool! What type are you? Vampire or werewolf?]
Roger: [My family has carried the burden of guardianship for generations, responsible for eliminating threats and protecting innocent people.]
Guardianship burden? Eliminating threats? I nodded to myself mentally. No wonder he had such a strong sense of justice—it was all for his character setup. This man was so dedicated even to his roleplay, how adorable!
[So you're playing a righteous protector type! I knew there was a reason you're so justice-oriented—it's for your character development!] I replied, thinking he must have put a lot of thought into designing this character.
Roger: [Our bloodline determines that we must shoulder this responsibility. Every full moon night, I reveal my true nature.]
Full moon night? Reveal true nature? My face flushed slightly. Was he hinting at something? Special full moon activities? That sounded so exciting!
[Special full moon form? That sounds super thrilling! What do you transform into?] I asked curiously, my mind already imagining various possibilities.
After a moment, Roger sent: [During the full moon, I become that form, with my wild nature completely unleashed.]
I stared at the word "that" with my heart racing. Why use asterisks to replace it? Was it too intense to say directly?
Wild nature completely unleashed... God, just hearing about it made me blush!
I immediately caught on: [Oh! Special full moon play? Sounds very challenging! I love this mysterious vibe.]
Roger: [Once it starts, there's no controlling it. I'm worried I might hurt you. This intensity isn't something ordinary people can handle.]
No controlling it? Might hurt me? This intensity? I swallowed hard, feeling like my whole body was about to ignite. Was he warning me that he was... big? Or that his stamina was incredible?
My face turned completely red, but my excitement only grew. God, just imagining it made my knees weak. If it was really like he was hinting... could I handle it?
[I like things a bit dangerous—gentle is too boring. Besides, you care about me so much, which shows you're actually very tender, right?] I replied, thinking this kind of contrast was absolutely killer.
So gentle and caring on the surface, but once he got into the mood, he'd become completely wild... It hit me right in the heart!
Roger: [Are you sure you can handle that level of 'primal urges'?]
Primal urges! Seeing those words made my blood boil. How could this man say such seductive things?
[Primal urges and all that sound amazing!] I quickly replied, then excitedly rolled around on the sofa.
Roger: [My family has a special 'marking' ritual. Once performed, it's a lifelong commitment.]
Marking ritual? Lifelong commitment? My heart nearly stopped. Was... was he proposing to me? Even though he was using roleplay language, saying things like "lifelong commitment"...
My face instantly turned bright red: "Is that like a permanent mark? That sounds so romantic!"
Romantic aside, I was still a bit nervous. A permanent mark? He wasn't really going to leave some kind of trace on my body, was he? But... if it was him, I guess I wouldn't mind...
Roger: [Once we engage in the 'special experience,' you'll belong to me forever.]
Belong to him forever! Reading that sentence, I felt like I was going to melt. This was the most domineering yet romantic thing I'd ever heard! Even though he used the euphemism "special experience," I completely understood what he meant.
He was telling me that once we were intimate, I'd be his woman. This intense possessiveness... God, my heart was about to burst out of my chest!
[That domineering? But I like it! Though, could I see your 'equipment' first? After all, I need to confirm the "service quality."] I mustered the courage to send this message, feeling both nervous and excited.
Roger: [You want to see proof?]
Proof? Why would he call it proof? Whatever, maybe that was just his way of expressing things. Right now I just wanted to see his body!
[Of course! Body photos and such, the more detailed the better!] My heart was beating fast, but I still bravely made the request.
A few minutes later, Roger sent a chest photo.
I stared at the screen and almost cried out. God! Those pecs... those lines... it was pure divine artistry! In the photo, his chest muscles were full and firm, with perfect muscle definition, gleaming seductively under the lighting. I couldn't help but reach out to touch the screen, imagining what it would feel like to caress that solid chest.
[God! Your pecs are perfect! Could I see your abs too?] I'd completely abandoned any pretense of modesty, my eyes glued to the photo, wishing I could memorize every detail.
Roger sent another photo of his abs. Eight-pack abs sculpted like a statue, each line radiating power. I stared wide-eyed, feeling like I might get a nosebleed. This physique... it was even more perfect than fitness magazine models!
I started imagining him pressing down on me, imagining those muscles moving rhythmically in passion... just thinking about it made my whole body heat up.
[This body is incredible! Any other angles? Like your back muscles?] I was completely smitten, not caring about any ladylike image anymore.
Roger seemed infected by my enthusiasm and began sending more workout photos. Each one showcased his nearly perfect physique—strong yet graceful. Looking at these photos, I felt like I was suffocating.
This man... he existed just to seduce me, didn't he?
[Are you trying to murder me?! This body is pure eye candy!] I replied excitedly, thinking how wonderful it would be to actually touch those muscles with my own hands.





