Lily's body went rigid as she felt the intrusion, her lower abdomen tightening instinctively. Her entrance and inner walls clenched violently around Jack's finger.

Even with just one knuckle inside, the pressure was incredible. Jack could already tell the difference between the outside and what awaited within. It was hot inside, the soft flesh gripping his fingertip with gentle, pulsing contractions.

She wasn't dry at all—her wetness had simply pooled deep inside, unable to escape. Or perhaps his earlier attempts had driven it all inward, giving him no chance to notice.

The sensation made Jack's blood boil. "Stop clenching," he growled. "Relax."

"..." What was she clenching? And how exactly was she supposed to relax?

Rather than easing up, Lily's inner walls tightened further at his command, her anxiety making everything worse.

Jack clenched his jaw and held his breath. With no other option, he pressed forward carefully, working his finger deeper inch by inch.

She needed to be stretched—she was impossibly tight! Without preparation, there was no way he could enter her.

Lily bit her lip, letting out a muffled whimper. Her hands moved from his shoulders, grabbing his wrist. "Don't..."

"Don't what?" Jack's voice was raw and strained. "Are you trying to kill me?" The frustration and pain in his voice were unmistakable.

Strangely, Lily felt a flicker of sympathy rise within her. Even in the dim light, she could see the veins bulging at his temple, sweat tracing a path down his face. He looked... genuinely pained.

He was the one violating her—she was the victim—yet she felt sorry for him? Had she truly lost her mind?

Though her rational mind screamed at her to stop him, her body chose endurance instead.

She didn't scream or struggle. Instead, she remained tense but still as Jack leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder. She felt his finger advancing slowly, tracing a deliberate path deeper inside her.

A sudden sharp pain made her gasp, instinctively raising her hips.

She expected Jack to pursue her relentlessly as before, driving her to her limits. Instead, he froze, his finger stopping abruptly.

It wasn't mercy that made him pause—it was the thin membrane his fingertip had encountered.

Like ice water poured over his head, Jack's voice turned disbelieving. "You're a virgin?"

"...Yes." Lily's embarrassed confirmation was barely audible.

For Jack, it felt like a second bucket of cold reality.

He withdrew his finger from her body, slowly lifting his head from her shoulder. Standing straight, he looked down at her, his dark eyes still burning with barely contained desire.

"What the hell are you doing with me if you're a virgin?" The words came out like a low roar.

"..." Lily's heart trembled at his tone, utterly confused. "What... what am I doing with you?"

"Yes! What are you doing?" Jack stared at her in disbelief. "Why would a virgin follow me at this hour?"

"..." But he was the one who told her to get in his car...

Lily felt a wave of injustice wash over her. Her lips quivered involuntarily, and her eyes began to sting with tears.

Seeing her pitiful expression, Jack felt himself unraveling. He clenched his fingertips tightly, then bent down to hastily pull her underwear—still hanging around her knees—back up into place.