Only after sobbing into the pillow for a while longer did the woman realize just how awkward her posture was. It was as if Erwin were a doctor examining her rear end for hemorrhoids.

The woman fantasized that Erwin's gaze wasn't currently focused on her body, and she quietly laid herself flat on the bed, but her head was still buried into the pillow in silence, and she didn't dare to turn around.

"I see you've stopped crying," Erwin said with an indifferent expression. "In that case, I'm going to leave now."

It was clear that he no longer had much interest in the woman's body anymore.

"Hey, I still don't know your name yet!" Somehow, the woman was suddenly able to muster up a burst of courage that allowed her to look at Erwin.

Perhaps it was because she had been struck by how handsome he was, and she didn't want this encounter to be their first and last one.

"Is that important?" Erwin asked.

"Of course!" the woman replied with a determined expression in a drastic change from her previous shy demeanor, and completely disregarded the fact that she was naked as she sprang up from the bed before grabbing onto Erwin's hand, refusing to let him go.

Erwin faltered slightly upon seeing...