He'd made a decision after regressing here—he wouldn't touch random women anymore, not until he was committed to someone.
With his new system automatically creating bonds upon penetration, he needed to choose wisely, especially since any bonded partners would likely be transported with him to other worlds.
But he needed money to survive the next thirty days. And this girl was both perverted and wealthy—exactly what he required.
Slowly, deliberately, he leaned down. His impressive package swung into her direct line of sight, and she trembled harder as the masculine scent grew stronger.
"Hey, listen, miss, I'll become a model for your webtoon," he said with a teasing smile. "What do you say?"
The stammering woman who'd been cowering like a puppy suddenly blinked in confusion. "What?" she whispered, her wide eyes darting between his face and his crotch.
His smile widened, the expression causing her lips to tremble and her face to flush deeper.
When he spoke again, his voice was gentle, almost apologetic—a complete contrast to the devil's whisper undertone that made her body react involuntarily.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you panic," he said, extending his hand toward her. "Actually, I thought it was a man who was spying on me."
Min-jung blinked rapidly, completely bewildered. She hadn't expected someone with a body like that to have such a gentle voice, or for him to be... apologizing?
The combination of his godlike appearance and surprisingly considerate tone was scrambling her brain.
She found herself staring at his face, unable to look away from those mesmerizing purple eyes.
"I don't have a home," he continued softly, his hand still extended. "Just came from... another world, you could say. Will you allow me to stay with you? Just for a few days?"
His words should have sounded insane. Claims about other worlds, requests to stay with a complete stranger—it was the kind of thing that would normally send her running to call the police.
But something about the way he said it, the sincerity in those incredible eyes, the gentle tone that contrasted so sharply with his overwhelming masculine presence... Min-jung found herself reaching out to take his offered hand before her rational mind could stop her.
The moment their skin touched, electricity shot through her entire body.
His hand was warm, strong, calloused in a way that spoke of hard work and combat. And that scent grew stronger, making her head spin with unexpected arousal.
"I..." she started, then stopped, her voice catching in her throat.
She was fucked. And she knew it.
The most beautiful man she'd ever seen—the kind that existed only in her fantasy romance novels—was standing in her apartment asking to stay.
Her artistic mind was already imagining the reference material, the countless drawings she could create, the way his perfect body would look from every angle.
Her business mind was calculating the money she could make with him as a model—exclusive content featuring a man who looked like...
"Haah... why am I feeling like this." But her woman's mind, the part she usually kept locked away beneath layers of cynicism and artistic detachment, was screaming something entirely different.
This man was dangerous.
Not in a threatening way, but in a way that was far more than that.
His eyes looked at her as if undressing her, his voice seemed like a lick on her body, and his touch was making her feel him on every place of her body hidden under her hoodie.
Looking at him, being near him, breathing in his scent—it was awakening things in her that she'd convinced herself to become immune to.
She drew porn comics but was immune to lust. She even thought there was no such feeling in her until this present moment making her lips tremble, eyes slowly turning down in pure embarrassment as she found herself in a peculiar situation.
She did not want to be harsh on him when he was so gently asking, leading her to just lower her head.
"Okay," she whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it. "You can stay."
"!"
"Kyaa~!!"
Without warning, Raven suddenly pulled her up from the floor and wrapped his strong arms around her in what felt like a grateful embrace, his muscular chest pressing against her soft body.
"Thank you," he said softly, his voice warm and sincere against her ear.
Min-jung's eyes went wide as dinner plates. She hadn't expected him to do that at all, causing her to stammer like a broken record player. "I-I-I... w-what are you... I didn't expect..."
Her voice broke completely as her trembling body went rigid in his arms. The warmth radiating from his chest where it pressed against her large breasts sent electric shocks through her nervous system.
That overwhelming masculine scent filled her nostrils again, making her head spin with unwanted arousal. The feeling of strong arms wrapped around her small frame was too much for her inexperienced body to handle.
Her knees buckled suddenly and she found herself falling backward, gasping as she hit the floor with a soft thud.
"Ah!" she winced, lying there looking up at him with wide, confused eyes behind her askew glasses.
Moonlight filtering through her apartment windows cast an ethereal glow across her flushed face, making her look almost romantic despite the circumstances.
Her messy black hair spread around her head like a dark halo, glasses slightly askew, breathing rapid and shallow from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
He slowly separated from where he'd been leaning over her, those mesmerizing purple eyes looking down with what seemed like complete innocence—as if he had no idea what effect he was having on her.
"But wait," he said, tilting his handsome head thoughtfully. "I cannot just take your favor for free. Is there something you want from me?"
Her face went even redder at the question, if that was physically possible. The way he asked it made her mind immediately jump to inappropriate places, especially given how her body was still trembling from their brief contact.
"N-no! I don't want anything!" she said quickly, averting her gaze because looking at his perfect face so close was making her heart hammer violently against her ribs.
"Please... don't come closer..."