Rofan Rule #1: Don’t You Dare Break the Original Story - Chapter 26

Logan quietly slid in his ring finger as well. The inner walls that had only just been stretched tightened firmly around the new intruder again. The vivid heat, the moisture, the pressure. The muscles of Logan’s hips tensed sharply. For some reason, he felt impatient and thirsty.

Anne’s thighs trembled violently. The sensation of the narrow passage being opened and filled was utterly unfamiliar. Her lower abdomen burned, as if a hot coal had settled inside her. It felt as though her whole body was boiling and about to burst. She could only clutch the hem of her innocent dress over and over.

“Ahh, hng…!”

Hearing her heated cry, Logan could no longer hold back. He abruptly pulled his fingers out and lifted Anne’s hips high. As her weight shifted onto her neck and shoulders, her legs flailed in the air. Unbothered, Logan pressed his lips firmly against her and drew in her wetness with a long, deep pull.

Only after greedily drinking in the slick fluid that kept flowing did Logan lift his head. He lowered her hips and pushed aside the piled fabric, pulling Anne out from beneath it.

Anne, her face flushed red like an octopus, panted as she glared at him. But even that defiant look only made his arousal throb more painfully.

Logan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Seeing the shine of moisture, Anne quickly covered her face with both hands.

‘This is insane. Seriously insane.’

He resumed loosening the ribbon he had left half undone. His hands moved hastily, like a child opening a gift. His intention to go all the way was unmistakable. Anne didn’t know where to look from embarrassment.

“You said earlier you couldn’t get it up. Liar!”

“Sorry about that.”

Logan replied shamelessly. Honestly, he couldn’t deny being called a fraud. He didn’t understand it himself. His body, which hadn’t reacted to even the filthiest fantasies, was now like this.

He had untied the ribbon, but without her cooperation he couldn’t remove everything. Left with no choice, Logan spoke.

“Anne Agnes Avery.”

Anne quickly lowered her hands. Her eyes were filled with reproach. Logan’s chest tightened for a moment. Did she really hate it that much?

But his concern was pointless. Anne said something entirely different.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What?”

“Don’t say the whole thing together. Anne, Anne Agnes, just Avery. Anything is fine, but when you say it all together, it feels weird.”

Logan was taken aback. A name was just a name. He had never thought about it that way. In any case, he was the one in the weaker position now. Though puzzled, he agreed readily.

“Alright. Anne Agnes.”

Anne blinked in surprise. She had spoken in the heat of the moment, but Logan was unexpectedly compliant. Maybe now that that function had returned, his personality had improved too.

In reality, it was simply that his personality had never been as ruined as she believed, but that thought never occurred to her. After all, he always scowled whenever he saw her.

And right now, Logan was desperate. The man who had never even asked her for a dance held out his hand like a courting gentleman.

“Then, may I have your hand?”

Anne took his hand without thinking. Immediately, her arm was pulled forward. As soon as her upper body was lifted, the heavy dress was pulled up and stripped over her head.

“Eek?”

Now left in her undergarments, Anne quickly crossed her arms over her chest. Logan paid her no attention and immediately reached for the tie of her petticoat. It had looked cumbersome, and it was just as troublesome to remove. He suppressed the urge to tear it and worked his hands quickly.

The petticoat was soon gone as well.

Now all that remained were a short camisole, a brassiere, and stockings. Anne pressed her legs tightly together to hide herself. Logan found it slightly absurd. She seemed to have completely forgotten that he had just buried his face there moments ago.

Whatever Anne Agnes thought, he was fundamentally a gentleman. Even if she was soon to become his wife, he couldn’t act like a brute and take her by force.

“If you don’t want this, say so now. I’ll withdraw.”

Half of that was a lie. He had no intention of withdrawing cleanly. He might plead, and if that failed, he might even resort to something close to coercion.

But that was as far as he would go. If she truly refused, he would have no other choice, so it wasn’t entirely a lie.

Anne looked at him with dissatisfaction. Her stimulated body was still tightening and relaxing on its own. She didn’t really intend to refuse, but now that he was asking for clear consent, she found it difficult to answer. She spoke hesitantly, her voice lacking strength.

“Not, that I dislike it, but… eek?!”

Her wrists were grabbed again. Logan spread her arms apart and stared intently at one spot. Anne followed his gaze downward. The shape of her b*****s was clearly outlined through the thin camisole. Heat rushed to her face at once.