Hathaway's face was flushed red. She held a goblet of red wine in her right hand and moved her bewitching body towards Locke.

Locke, who was sitting on the leather sofa, felt somewhat nervous. Perhaps it was because of the atmosphere of the room.

"Locke..."Hathaway brought her charming face forward, until it was less than five centimeters away from the side of Locke's face.

Locke could feel Hathaway's breath, which was filled with the smell of alcohol tinged with an alluring fragrance. It made his earlobes itch.

"Umm... Hathaway..."

Locke adjusted his sitting posture and turned his head, only to spot Hathaway major assets. Her magnificent breasts were as white as jade, causing his "little friend" to react vigorously.

Hathaway's beautiful eyes were misty as she looked seductively at Locke. She raised her head and downed the red wine in the goblet. Then, she placed the goblet on the table, and she directed the gaze of her slender jade-like eyes around Locke's neck.

"Hey, you're drunk."

Locke wanted to try his best to be a gentleman, but Hathaway was too alluring. Every move she took was capable of arousing the deepest desires of men.

Locke's "little friend" was as hard as steel. For a moment, he contemplated between pushing Hathaway away or to pull her into his arms.

"N-No, I'm not..."

Hathaway's eyes grew distant as she wrapped her hands around Locke's neck like two water snakes.

Not only that, she had also buried her head into Locke's chest, and she rubbed against him like a coquettish little feline.

Her body's fragrance mixed with the restless air slowly crawled into Locke's nose and stimulated his brain.

"Since you're being so proactive, don't blame me for whatever comes next!"

Locke stretched out his hands and ran them through Hathaway's body.

Hathaway's teasing stimulated Locke's hormones, and the lust within him was like a wildfire unleashed.

"Kiss me!"

Hathaway felt Locke's passion and immediately raised her beautiful face. Her misty eyes flashed as she looked at the gorgeous man in front of her.

After taking in one more whiff of Hathaway's breath that was tinged with alcohol and fragrance, Locke let the desires that he suppressed run rampant. He lowered his head and began kissing her like a wild beast.

The two locked bodies and hugged each other tightly. Neither side wanted to separate from one another.

After ten minutes, Locke finally raised his head and panted heavily. The burning passion made his skin turn red.

Hathaway's breathing was also very rapid. The bountiful jade peaks on her chest rose and fell rhythmically. The dazed expression in her beautiful eyes indicated that she was eager to do it again.

"Give it to me, Quick!"

Hathaway's face was as flushed as a peach as she began unbuttoning Locke's shirt.

"Not here."

Locke last shred of reason snapped him back to reality. He immediately grabbed Hathaway's hand and stopped her from doing anything that was out of character.

This was a gathering place. Although the others gave them time to be alone, they were only temporarily away.

Locke was confident in his ability to last in such a situation. He was certain that if he were to acquiesce to Hathaway's wishes, the others would definitely catch them in the act...

'How could this be!?'

"Don't you want me?"

A trace of resentment appeared in Hathaway's misty eyes.

Locke looked at her big watery eyes and his heart melted.

He gently stroked Hathaway's hair and greedily breathed in her fragrance. He gently said, "Of course not, but we should do it at a more appropriate location."

After saying those words, Locke lifted Hathaway up and carried her like a princess.

Then, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up. "Let's go to a hotel."

"Hmph!" Hathaway buried her head in Locke's chest and slammed her little pink fists into him.

"Hahaha..."

Following Locke's loud laughter, the two left the place.

The cool night wind blew through the empty street, but it did little to cool down the burning emotions of the two. However, it did manage to sober Hathaway up a little.

Nevertheless, Hathaway felt no shame from her actions earlier. Instead, she was looking forward to what was about to happen, and she wanted nothing more than to reach the hotel as soon as possible.

She looked at Locke with her watery eyes. Her face was still red when she asked, "Can you hurry up?"

"Heh."

Locke chuckled and did not answer. However, his pace quickened.

Not long after, the two figures appeared at the entrance of a hotel.

Locke approached the front desk, only to spot the receptionist dozing off.

He slightly suppressed the desire in his heart and reverted his expression to normal.

Then, he knocked on the table with his free hand, and made a crisp sound.

The half-awake receptionist was startled awake.

"My wife is drunk. Help me get a room."

Locke used simple words to express his intentions.

The receptionist saw that the man was wearing expensive clothes and had an extraordinary temperament. The woman was wearing gorgeous clothes, and her beautiful face was like an angel. She knew that the two must be nobles and immediately nodded. Without saying much, she immediately readied a room for Locke and Hathaway.

After getting the room card, Locke carried Hathaway upstairs without speaking a single word.

"Snap!"

Locke closed the door behind him and reached out to turn on the lights to illuminate the dark room.

However, Hathaway immediately stretched out her slender hand to stop him.

"Don't turn on the light..."

She made a sound that was as soft as a mosquito, but it only raised her charm even further.

She was a maiden who had laid her heart bare. It was unbelievably seductive.

Locke smiled and said, "Okay."

After saying this, he threw Hathaway onto the soft bed and rudely took off her clothes like a wild beast.

The whole process was very fast, and it took less than a minute.

During this time, Hathaway did not cater to Locke, but she did not show any resistance and let Locke do as he please.

Through this, Locke knew that Hathaway had sobered up a little.

However, since she did not reject him, Locke saw no reason to stop.

After all, lust had already taken over his heart.

Then, Locke quickly undid his clothes and pounced on Hathaway.

Hathaway felt Locke's thick "little friend", and she was very nervous. She did not know what to do as she did not have any experience in this area.

"AH -- !"

Suddenly, Hathaway felt a sharp pain from her lower body, and she let out a scream.

Locke's rock hard sword had already broken through Hathaway's defense. Drops of fresh virgin blood dripped from her lower body, dyeing the white sheets red.

Even though the room was dark, the drops of red were still very eye-catching.

"Slow down... It hurts..."

Hathaway found it difficult to speak due to the pain. However, she finally managed to eek out a few words once the pain subsided somewhat.

Nevertheless, Locke ignored her and accelerated his attack.

The flames of lust had already reached an all time high, and the arsonist within him showed no signs of stopping.