Elin, with her heart racing, stepped forward and grasped Erick's hand.

"Mr. Foster, what's wrong with..."

Before Elin could complete her words, Erick's eyes flew open, revealing bloodshot, veined eyes that gave him a_ terrifying appearance, clearly altered by alcohol.

Elin recoiled in shock and softly said, "Mr. Foster..."

Suddenly, Erick pulled Elin close, and his warm lips met hers, kissing her.

Elin's eyes widened, completely unable to react. At eighteen, she never even held a boy's hand, let alone shared a kiss.

Yet, despite her innocence, Elin was aware that Erick was intoxicated.

His behavior probably wasn't all his own. Alcohol likely played a part.

Recalling her mother's words, Elin quickly tried to push him away, her words muffled against his mouth. "Mr. Foster, see me clearly..."

Erick eased his hold slightly, his frown deepening as he peered at her. "Little Elin?"

Caught in his tight hug, Elin nodded quickly and said, “Let's go home, Mr. Foster."

Erick, not fully conscious, pinched Elin's chin, his voice softer and less rational than usual. "Help me..."

Those words detonated like a bomb in Elin's mind. This soft and gentle side of him was new to her. Bitterly acknowledging their gap, she didn't dare to imagine him being this tender.

Erick's lips drew near once more, gently sucking on Elin's soft earlobe, shifting the atmosphere in an instant.

Elin blushed, her eyes unfocused, unable to refuse. Because it was Erick, the man she had a crush on, she felt compelled to accept whatever came next.

The following process weren't as nice. Erick hurriedly kissed Elin, entering her urgently. He seemed off since his body was unbearably hot as if he were a piece of glowing metal.

At that instant, Elin cried out in pain.

As they continued, it was clear Erick was oblivious to Elin's discomfort, merely seeking a means to vent his needs.

Once it was over, Elin collapsed into Erick's arms, overcome by the pain.

When she woke up later, Elin shifted her sore body, accidentally rousing Erick.