He stared at her, clearly intending to keep watching until she complied. Hesitating, Johanna reluctantly extended her hand and began washing his body. Before long, she found herself moving around on her knees, fully absorbed in the task.

“…Once you start, you do it well.”

A soft laugh echoed in the steam-filled bathroom. As she washed his solid, muscular body, Johanna couldn’t help but quietly admire its beauty.

It was probably the first time she had ever thought of a man’s body as beautiful. Though she had never given much thought to her preferences when it came to men, she felt certain now—if she had a type, it was undoubtedly Leonid Neubitz.

Feeling she had done enough, she extended the sponge back to him. But instead of taking it, Leonid merely stared at her. His unreadable, shameless expression gave away nothing.

“Aren’t you going to wash here?”

He asked, lazily leaning back in the tub, spreading his legs wide. The ‘here’ he was pointing to with his eyes was unmistakable, and Johanna couldn’t ignore it.

Her face flushed with heat. Johanna tossed the sponge aside and turned her head away.

“T-that… you can wash yourself.”

“It went in and out of your body, and you’re still uncomfortable with it?”

“That’s not the issue…”

She quickly decided she had to escape. Just as she made up her mind and started to rise—

“…!”

Suddenly, her arm was seized, and Johanna found herself pulled into his embrace without resistance, her body landing firmly against his. His strong arms tightened around her waist, and as she opened her mouth to protest, he silenced her with a kiss.

“Mmph…!”

His tongue invaded hers aggressively, and the strength of his hold made it impossible for her to struggle. In moments like this, Johanna felt like a helpless prey caught in the jaws of a predator.

He guided her hand down between his legs. As her fingers brushed against his rigid manhood, she flinched, instinctively curling her fingers.

“Hah… wash me here too.”

His voice, thick with arousal, made it clear that his request had nothing to do with simply cleaning. Johanna was speechless, unable to believe his persistence. Even if she refused, it was clear from his gaze that he would pester her until she gave in.

In the end, she surrendered. If she could just get this over with quickly, she could escape… With that thought, she gripped his thick s***t with both hands.

“Ah… feels good.”

He gave her a light kiss as if to praise her. Then he began instructing her on how to do it—how to stroke up and down, how to move rhythmically. Johanna followed his commands, moving her hands over his length.

Leonid let out a low moan, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he gazed at her. In the midst of this vulgar act, there was a strange tension that filled the air, and Johanna found herself captivated by the look of pure bliss on his face.

It suddenly dawned on her that, so far, she was the only person to have seen him like this. The thought sent a strange feeling through her, and for a brief moment, she didn’t mind this situation as much.

“Ha, a little more…”

He clasped his hand over hers, making the movements faster and rougher. Not long after, his muscles tensed as he climaxed. Thick spurts of s***n erupted from the tip, splashing onto Johanna’s face and upper body.

As she quickly tried to wipe her face clean, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her, and used his thumb to wipe the s***n from her face. Without hesitation, he pushed it into her mouth.

When the salty taste spread across her tongue, Johanna grimaced, but as his pheromones mixed with it, her expression shifted into something more complicated.

“How does it taste?”

“…”

She couldn’t understand why he would ask something like that. If his intention was to humiliate her, it worked. She felt thoroughly degraded. Johanna pulled her head back, spitting out his finger, and swiftly stood, stepping out of the tub.

She rinsed her body quickly with clean water, threw on a bathrobe, and began to leave. Throughout it all, Leonid remained motionless in the tub, his eyes fixed on her. His gaze was blatant, like a predator watching its prey.

Chapter 4

The day to repay the interest had inevitably come. Johanna, with a scarf tightly wrapped around her face and a wide-brimmed hat pulled low, walked into Ilian’s company with a suspicious appearance. Nella, who always accompanied Johanna, was with her as well.

Nella wasn’t just Johanna’s personal maid; she was also her overseer. Leonid had ordered Nella to report Johanna’s every move to him.

Whatever conversation took place today with Ilian, every word exchanged would eventually reach Leonid’s ears. Though Johanna wasn’t meeting Ilian for any personal reasons, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Living under constant surveillance was hardly pleasant.

“You’re early. I thought you’d show up after noon.”