You sat in the courtroom, confident in the case. Hiroshi, your billionaire client, had answered all the prosecutor’s questions with ease. It was expected to be an easy win.

The prosecutor asked his final question, “You said you were at home on the night of the crime, correct? What were you doing?”

At the mention of that night, your mind flashed with memories—moans, whimpers, screams, the bed creaking. You could almost hear his voice, whispering in your ear.

“I was… reading,” Hiroshi replied, smirking directly at you. The smugness in his tone sent a rush of heat to your face.