Family Z's first son already downed the whole bottle. His eyes were glued to the slender hand that held him the last cup. It was fair and delicate, presumably soft enough for him to enjoy the feeling of her hand wrapping around his throbbing part.
He couldn't deny she was a true beauty and paired with her innocence, it made her even more appealing to him.
What he loved above all was power, precisely to hold control over other beings, especially women. They were gullible, he just needed to flaunt his title a bit and they would all come crawling to him to indulge him in pleasure.
Since he was the first son of the family Z, he was called 'First'. First found that this female in front of him was fairly familiar but he couldn't remember where he would've seen her. Surely, he wouldn't forget an S Grade woman.
