Episode 2

"Arrgh.."

Adam collapsed onto a woman he didn't recognize at all, but he knew that the woman now limp beneath him came from his own country. This was because in her intoxicated state she had slurred the word delicious, convincing Adam she was a countrywoman.

After fulfilling his desires several times, Adam lay there, spent.

Even under the influence of the drugs, Adam was conscious that he had taken something precious from a woman. A woman whose background he knew nothing about.

Exhausted from making love multiple times, Adam chose to sleep, holding the woman who had already fallen into slumber.

"You are mine," Adam whispered before closing his eyes.

In the night that was probably disastrous for a woman named Disya Fanesya, she unwittingly surrendered something valuable to a man she didn't know.

Disya looked at the man still sleeping, his back turned to her. Though she was curious, Disya didn't want to see the face of the man that would only remind her of the dark events of the night, and chose to remain silent, enduring an immense pain internally.

"Even though I have no regrets, my life after this night is bound to change," Disya whispered quietly and left the room that held such bad memories.

The room, which was the wrong one for her to enter, made Disya realize she was at fault here. So it was only natural the man couldn't resist her in her drunken state.

At 11 in the morning, Disya entered her own room, hiding her discomfort in walking. She must appear normal to her friends; she can't divulge what she has been through.

Click

Disya opened the door of hotel room 260, the correct room number.

But heavy drinking made her misread the numbers.

Entering, she looked around the quiet surroundings, seemingly empty.

"Huh, maybe they're out," she said, feeling relieved.

Don't ask why Disya doesn't cry over losing her virginity so abruptly. She believes nothing gets resolved, nor does it ever get better with crying, because something lost and irretrievable won't return just because it's mourned.

Yes, she's sad, but Disya tries to accept the calamity that has befallen her, as everyone inevitably experiences sorrow after a disaster.

Disya immediately stepped into the bathroom. Now a woman in full measure, all she could do was accept a life that would transform her.

Even if casual relationships are common knowledge here, the eastern traditions of her home country still prevail in everyday life.

Though everyone has their own life and rights, it's sometimes the noisy netizens of 62+ that stir and disrupt society.

What else could she do? Disya could only pray she wouldn't get pregnant.

"Shh, how big was he to have caused me such pain," Disya murmured as she cleaned the sore and bruised sensitive area.

Soaking in the bathtub and trying to relax her aching body, Disya attempted to remember how she and the man, whose face or even name she didn't know, united. And she preferred not to know.

"Huh, why has my fate turned so unfortunate?" Disya recalled her mother always advising against the wrong social circle.

"But I didn't hang out with the wrong crowd; I just entered the wrong room," she told herself.

In a luxurious room, a man was stretching his stiff muscles. Adam rubbed his face roughly as full consciousness returned. It was nearly noon, and he had just woken up. His sleep had been deep, his body feeling fresher than ever.

Throwing off the blankets, Adam realized something; he looked at his uncovered lower half. And when he tossed the blankets aside, he saw dried red stains on the white sheets.

Adam quickly got out of bed, grabbed a towel he'd thrown aside, opened the bathroom door and searched for the woman who had satisfied him the night before.

"Damn! She's gone," Adam cursed as he stuck his head out the door, looking left and right to no avail. He didn't know who the woman was.

"Damn, she took my virginity," Adam muttered, temporarily forgetting it was he who had first pounced on the powerless woman in his bed.

Adam clearly remembered her face, not just that but the sweetness of her lips and, in particular, the pleasure of her body, which he knew he'd never forget.

Thinking of this, arousal stirred in him again.

"Hey, you've got no shame; without a partner, I refuse to play solo. It's unsatisfying," Adam grumbled at his own body for its rebellion.

Adam quickly went into the bathroom; at 2 pm, his flight would take off, and he would return to his country and resume his activities.

Adam didn't intend to look for the woman here. He was certain he'd find her again in Jakarta. Yes, he was very sure of that.

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