Imprint-Suppressing Ring

Chilly.

A dagger flew straight into his heart.

The crisis to his reputation had returned. Lately, the expressions of the guests who had grown comfortable around him were starting to change strangely.

Gulp.

Jeong Yushin swallowed dryly.

His mind raced frantically, coming up with various hypotheses.

She might simply be hungry. Maybe the juice she'd had was bad. It was also possible her abdominal muscles had contracted because she'd been moving so vigorously.

But.

‘Could it be the Female Virgin Corruption Imprint?’

He assumed the worst-case scenario...