In the grand ballroom, the lights of the evening party flicker softly. The glow of the chandeliers illuminates silk dresses and tailcoats, while the elegant chatter of high society echoes through the air. Levan Cerus behaves with his usual impeccable etiquette by his master's side, yet he feels a parching thirst. The tension of the gala and the dry air make him crave the warmth of tea.

At that moment, a schemer's plot quietly unfolds. An aphrodisiac had been slipped into the master's glass. However, fate takes an unexpected turn. Unaware, Levan brings the tea to his dry lips—

One sip, then another. The taste is sweet, yet a somewhat fragrant aroma tickles his nose. But with every swallow, his body begins to smolder with heat, and his heart starts to race like a drum.

"Haa... haa..."

His hands tremble, and his chest tightens. His reason desperately tries to resist, but his thoughts are slowly being consumed by the heat of the drug. Levan lifts his gaze and stares at his master's figure. Within the heart of the perfect butler who strives to remain calm, an uncontrollable impulse begins to creep in—