"Who the hell comes by this early?" Trevor grumbled, tossing the remote onto the coffee table as he stood up and zipped his jeans.

The knocking continued insistently: knock-knock-knock—knock-knock-knock-knock—

"Jesus Christ, I'm coming!" Trevor shouted at the closed door while fastening his belt buckle, his voice thick with irritation. He didn't care if whoever was outside could hear him through the yard and two doors—his mood was foul. Having his private moment interrupted would make him hostile to anyone.

Standing outside, Lily heard Trevor's angry voice, though muffled by distance. She felt her slender shoulders instinctively shrink at his tone. But after a brief moment of hesitation, she drew a deep breath, straightened her back, and reminded herself: Don't back down! Remember why you came here today!

Trevor strode across the living room and opened the door, tugging at the hem of his T-shirt to hide the obvious bulge beneath. He assumed it would be his buddy Ryan—no one else would dare knock on his door so obnoxiously.

But as the door swung halfway open, Trevor froze in shock. Of all people, Lily was the last person he expected to see standing there.

She wore a thin, pale yellow cardigan over a white tank top, backlit by the morning sun. Her silhouette was practically transparent, and he could make out the outline of her simple, unpadded student bra beneath the thin fabric...

Trevor's breath caught in his throat as he felt himself rapidly hardening again, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

After a moment's pause, he cleared his suddenly dry throat and asked, "What are you doing here?" He tried to sound calm, even dismissive, but his eyes betrayed him as they traveled downward.

A scarlet mini-skirt caught his attention immediately, making her skin look even more delicate and pale. The skirt barely reached the tops of her thighs, leaving her slender legs completely exposed. He could see the faint blue veins beneath her skin, creating almost bruise-like traces that reminded him of marks left after rough handling...

Christ! Dressed like this—was she asking to get fucked?

Lily could feel the heat of Trevor's gaze. She struggled to maintain her composure, unconsciously gripping the strap of her shoulder bag. "You—you said... if I wasn't a virgin anymore, I could come find you, right?"

Trevor, who had been drinking in the sight of her, suddenly snapped his eyes up to meet hers, his mind reeling with confusion.

"What did you just say?" His voice was quiet but carried an unmistakable chill.

Lily's grip on her bag tightened, her heart skipping a beat.

"I asked you a question. Going mute again?" he pressed.

"I—I said, you told me that if I wasn't a virgin anymore, I could come find you," Lily repeated, her voice barely audible.

Trevor stiffened for a second, his eyes scanning her from head to toe and back again. Lily's face, which had just begun to cool, immediately flushed crimson.

"Huh..." Trevor laughed, pulling the door fully open as he leaned forward, his right arm bent against the doorframe, his left hand resting on his hip. "Are you trying to tell me you lost your virginity?"

"..." Lily's face burned hotter. She wanted to say yes but found her throat too constricted to make a sound, so she simply lowered her gaze and nodded.

"You? Seriously?" Trevor laughed incredulously.

The girl who blushed scarlet when someone merely looked at her—claiming she'd lost her virginity? He could barely keep from laughing out loud.

Feeling mocked again, Lily pressed her lips together before raising her eyes to meet Trevor's. "You don't believe me?"

"How am I supposed to believe that?" Trevor drawled, his tone playful and dismissive.

"You... you could check... like you did that night... put your hand... inside..." Lily stammered, adapting a line she'd read in the manga.

The words came out awkward and halting, her voice growing increasingly faint. While it fell far short of the seductive tone she'd imagined, to Trevor, those words hit like a bomb—especially paired with her shy delivery. The impact was devastating.