"What's wrong? Why don't you want to go back? Are you uncomfortable in the four-person room?" Draco stopped and asked softly.
"It's so crowded... so noisy..." Diana could barely open her eyes, instinctively shaking her head, her head unconsciously rubbing against his arm, as if searching for a more comfortable position. "And the way they looked at me... it was weird... I don't want to go back..."
Draco nodded knowingly, asked no further questions, took the room key from the waiter, and after the waiter announced the room number, he led the limp Diana toward the guest room area.
Reaching the door, he steadily supported Diana's lower back with one hand to prevent her from slipping, and with the other hand, he held the key, aimed it at the lock, and gently turned it—"click."
The door opened with a click, revealing a pitch-black interior. Draco helped Diana inside and closed the door behind him.
The light from the corridor was blocked out, and only the breathing of the two people could be heard inside the room. Draco's hand groped along the wall by the door, quickly finding the switch and turning on the overhead light.
The warm yellow ceiling light came on, its soft light spreading out and instantly dispelling the darkness, illuminating the room. It was a rather spacious and comfortable single suite, simply yet elegantly furnished.
Draco carefully laid Diana flat on the soft bed to make her more comfortable. As soon as he straightened up, he prepared to pour her a glass of water and wring out a damp towel to wipe her face.
However, the moment he left, Diana, half-asleep, seemed to lose her sense of security and grabbed Draco's wrist, which he hadn't had time to pull back!
Then, as if grasping at a last straw, she used all her strength to pull Draco into her arms.
He was also making muffled, tearful murmurs:
"Don't go... don't leave me..."
Caught off guard, Draco was suddenly pulled by her, causing him to lose his balance and stagger. He managed to brace himself on the mattress with his hands to avoid falling on her, but he was still forced to lower his body, ending up kneeling by the bed.
In her chaotic consciousness, Diana was left with only a yearning for "liberation." She couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, only feeling herself being half-encircled by a strong and warm embrace.
My wrist was held by a warm hand...
Driven by instinct, she tilted her head back, leaned in, and haphazardly pressed her lips to Draco's.
The sudden kiss startled Draco. When he came to his senses and tried to push away the out-of-control woman, Diana clung to him even more tightly, like a vine.
Her arms, without her noticing, broke free from his grip and instead wrapped around his neck, pressing her body even closer to him.
The lips are also constantly demanding...
Then, something even more unsettling happened: Draco rubbed the back of his neck Diana one hand, while her other hand began to wander restlessly downwards, heading towards his waist, abdomen, and even more dangerous areas.
She seemed to be seeking a source of warmth, snuggling even closer into his arms, letting out unintelligible whimpers, as if looking for even closer reliance and release.
At this moment, Draco tensed up. He was no saint who could remain unmoved by a woman's advances, especially since she was unconscious but undeniably beautiful and willingly throwing herself into his arms.
The soft body of a strange woman, her warm breath mingled with the smell of alcohol, her haphazard yet incredibly alluring touches...
All these sensory stimuli are amplified infinitely here.
Then, the worst thing happened.
As her body writhed and pressed tightly against him, through the thin fabric, Draco clearly felt a surge of heat, like a flame ignited, rushing to his lower abdomen.
Because he was a complete novice with no experience, he was more sensitive to and less able to resist this direct physical stimulation.
Without any buffer of experience or self-control, the young body reacts violently and is completely unrestrained by reason.
Almost instantly, he clearly felt the changes in his body. The camp was set up, the tent was pitched, and, to make matters worse, he found himself pressed between Diana's twisting thighs.
Draco reacted instinctively in defense, his movements sudden and abrupt...
He pressed down on her hand, which was wandering in the dangerous area, his fingers tightening with just the right amount of force, preventing her from moving any further. At the same time, he turned his head to avoid her lips that were entwining around his.
"No... don't move anymore!" Draco growled through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and tense from suppressing his desire and extreme embarrassment.
He propped himself up and tried to create some distance, but Diana's arms were still wrapped around his neck, and her body remained pressed tightly against him. In fact, being stopped only made her more restless as she rubbed and twisted.
"Ugh... don't go..." Diana murmured incoherently, her restrained wrists struggling in vain, her burning cheeks rubbing against his neck, the agonizing friction sending chills down Draco's spine.
Just as Draco steadied her groping hands and used his other hand to pry open the arms wrapped around his neck, Diana frowned and a look of pain appeared on her face.
The nausea and vomiting from the alcohol churning in my stomach, exacerbated by the intense movements and posture, rushed straight to my throat.
"Ugh--!" Without any warning, Diana violently S.P.E.W. into Draco's chest.
Everything happened too fast; Draco didn't have time to dodge.
The sour, pungent filth instantly splattered onto half of Draco's chest, soaking his shirt and trousers, and even his own skirt and the snow-white sheets beneath him were a mess.
An unpleasant odor filled the room.
The combined stimulation of sight and smell caused Draco's stomach to churn, making him feel so nauseous he almost vomited.
Suppressing his physical discomfort, he carefully pushed Diana down onto the bed to prevent her from getting any dirtier.
Then he suddenly sprang away from the bed, stood up straight, and looked at the large patches of filth on his chest and pants, which still smelled strongly of sourness. His face darkened.
This girl... I've already helped her so much...
This is how I repay myself...
But since things had come to this, Draco could only suppress the churning in his stomach and read aloud to Diana, who was lying on the bed covered in a mess:
" Scourgify!"
A pale golden magical light swept across Diana's dress, exposed skin, disheveled hair, and the stains and S.P.E.W. on her face and neck, completely erasing them.
Even her dress and bed sheets were restored to cleanliness.
Although the magic could cleanse it instantly, Draco's discomfort did not disappear. He even felt his skin was itchy, and the smell seemed to still linger at the tip of his nose.
He needs to take a shower right away.
Then throw away these stained clothes!
Thinking of this, he tore off his casual suit and threw it into the trash can, soon leaving him only in his underwear. The arousal he had just experienced subsided due to nausea.
I entered the suite's attached bathroom.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Draco stood under the showerhead, the warm water washing over his body.
Just as he relaxed for a moment, the Two-Way Mirror in the pocket of the bathroom clothes rack started vibrating continuously...