I Received The First Time Of My Extraordinary Superior (9 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 5
“On a day like this, what would I be doing in a hotel room? Victoria reserved it for her cousin and me.”
Sydney refilled his glass herself and asked indifferently. As soon as the glass was full, Logan downed another gulp.
“Miss Marien, did you knowingly accept that key… knowing what kind of man he is?”
Logan seemed to forget even his drinking, so intent was he on hearing her answer. But seeing him appear so drunk, Sydney simply gave her reply.
“Because I trust Victoria. Besides, he’s her cousin… I have no reason to refuse.”
“Miss Marien, you’re a very wise woman. Indeed, being Lady Orwello’s cousin means… his lineage, appearance, and wealth… aren’t bad at all. Marriage is a practical matter, after all.”
Though terribly rude, it wasn’t wrong.
When Sydney first heard Victoria’s words, she too had thought, just like Logan, that one shouldn’t enter a hotel room with a man they’d just met.
But did that mean Sydney had to endure his reproach? She tapped the table lightly with her glass and called out to Logan.
“…Excuse me.”
“Or are you going to claim that marriage needs no conditions at all?”
Perhaps because of the alcohol, Logan’s sharp tongue returned. And the more he provoked, the stronger Sydney’s defiance grew.
“The conditions you mentioned aren’t everything.”
“You mean love must also be present?”
Love? Sydney fiddled with the key, as if mocking Logan’s misconception.
“That would be even better. But what I need this key for… is to confirm something even more important than that.”
Her eyes swept downward over his body in a fleeting glance.
No man would fail to understand where that gaze was pointing. It was an overt, vivid provocation.
Incredulous, Logan sought confirmation of her meaning once more.
“If you can’t satisfy Miss Marien’s desires… then none of the other conditions matter? Is that what you mean?”
“…?”
Logan stood up and approached Sydney’s side. He picked up her handbag and the key, then held out his hand.
“Give me a chance tonight.”
He looked ready to sweep her into his arms and head straight for the bed. But knowing full well he lacked the ability to follow through, Sydney remained perfectly composed.
“…Are you capable?”
“Of course.”
Logan firmly pulled Sydney to her feet as he spoke.
At this point, Sydney genuinely worried for her superior. She almost wanted to spare his pride right then and there.
But.
“There’s no need to push yourself.”
Her concern, blurred by alcohol, only further provoked Logan. He wrapped an arm around Sydney’s waist and whispered into her ear, making her jump in surprise.
“You won’t regret it. The marriage you desire… I’ll give it to you. Then you can become Marchioness Redford.”
Who ever said she wanted marriage?
And him offering it, no less.
Above all else, if the man in question was the insufferable ‘Logan Redford,’ Sydney would gladly remain single.
No—setting that aside…
“You, a commoner with no title, proposing marriage? Hah! I never took you for a man who’d lure women with such absurd claims.”
Logan chuckled in agreement at her barrage of words, then pressed his lips close to her ear and whispered,
“The Redford family… will be delighted just knowing I’ve brought a woman home. Whether she’s common-born or not… it won’t matter to them.”
She meant to challenge his words—but just then, the elevator jolted, and Logan pulled her tightly into his arms, making her forget everything she’d meant to say.
[This is the timeline separator]Boom, boom-boom, boom.
Successive bursts rang out as beautiful fireworks embroidered the night sky all around.
For a fleeting moment, each flowered brilliantly once before vanishing emptily, only for even more blossoms to bloom beside it, delighting the eyes of onlookers.
“Do you like fireworks?”
Clack. Logan gently tapped his glass against Sydney’s. Her red lips, lifted toward the sky, left a misty breath on the windowpane.
“It’s pitiful.”
“Why?”
Her slender, long fingers tapped lightly against the glass, pointing at the distant fireworks. Matching the rhythm of her motion, Sydney murmured as if whispering to herself,
“They’re so beautiful, yet no one remembers or misses them. Before anyone even has the chance… even more dazzling, prettier fireworks claim their place… So… it’s pitiful.”
Was it the alcohol? Or perhaps because today was a day when she could afford to be simply a woman?
Sydney didn’t tighten her throat to roughen her voice. Thus, her naturally husky tone sounded unusually soft.
“I’ll remember them.”
“…?”
Sydney looked up at Logan as he took her glass away.
Clunk. The sound of two glasses being set down echoed beside the empty bottle on the table.
On the sofa hung Logan’s coat, jacket, and cerulean cravat, neatly arranged side by side.
Next to them lay Victoria’s white fur wrap and handbag, which Sydney had borrowed.
Seeing this, Sydney’s tense expression softened immediately.
She remembered how Logan, though drunk and unsteady, had still meticulously lined up all their garments.
However charming and thrilling his questioning look might be… the man before her remained her infuriating superior, Logan Redford.
Sydney followed as he took her hand and stepped backward, asking,
“What will you remember?”
“That you followed a man you’d just met into a bedroom without a trace of fear.”
Of course—because she knew nothing would happen. And besides… he wasn’t truly a stranger. That was why.
Playfulness crept into Sydney’s voice and steps, making them lighter still.
“And…?”
The booming of fireworks grew distant. Only brilliant flashes of light remained, gently caressing the two figures facing each other in the spacious bedroom before fading away.
Logan’s hand seemed about to stroke her hair—then her richly piled golden locks tumbled down like a waterfall, cascading over her shoulders and back.
“…How can you be so indifferent after getting me drunk like this?”
“Me?”
With Sydney’s question, the room fell silent. Perhaps the fireworks display had ended.
Logan’s fingers brushed lightly over her collarbone. Her hair, which had covered her chest, slid past her shoulders, and she flinched.
“With so little caution… how can you know what a man might do to you?”
A loud alarm blared in Sydney’s mind. His fingertips slid below her collarbone, grazing her tender skin.
She should push him away.
She wasn’t naive—she knew exactly what such a touch meant.
Logan’s smoldering gaze and secretive caress said it clearly enough.
“…I’m angry with you.”
His contorted expression spoke not of rage, but of frustration and despair.
Probably resentment toward his own body for failing to obey his desire. Sydney stroked his cheek, offering comfort laced with pity.
“You’re an incredibly attractive man.”
“Call me Logan. Just Logan.”
“…But that’s…”
No matter what, how could she address her superior so informally? As Sydney hesitated, Logan pressed his lips to the bridge of her nose and exhaled a warm breath.
“Marien.”
“…”
Thump.
Sydney’s heart leapt. But quickly, realizing it wasn’t her name, it quieted again.
“Yes? Speak.”
“If you call my name…”
The mingled scent of liquor and his body overwhelmed her, making her dizzy. A strange heat pooled in her lower abdomen, her body burning.
To escape this unfamiliar sensation…
Sydney exhaled a shallow breath and granted his request.
“…Lo…gan.”
His lips obediently pulled back. Yet why did she feel a pang of disappointment? Confused by this inexplicable emptiness, Sydney met his eyes.
“To be honest… I hate you.”
Why? Seeing the question in Sydney’s eyes, Logan fiddled with the strap holding her dress in place.
Was he trying to undress her? Alarmed, Sydney’s gaze dropped to her chest—but then burst into laughter at his clumsy fumbling.
Logan Redford, who excelled at everything.
Him, struggling helplessly with a single dress knot.
Flushed with a strange sense of triumph, Sydney gently pushed his hands aside and loosened the strap herself. Freed from the constriction around her chest, her smile deepened.
“You really are…”
“Yes?”
Why did he look so furious? Oblivious to her dress slipping off her shoulders, Sydney stood there, bewildered.
Unaware that her very confusion only stoked his anger further.
“What bastard tamed you… making you so indifferent to a man’s touch?”
“…What?”
“Or is this… truly meaningless to you?”
What nonsense was this? Was he implying she was some wanton woman…? Her thoughts cut off abruptly—because before she could retort, his lips moved first, locking onto her gaze.
“Or maybe… you don’t feel me as a man at all?”
“Hah. Which do you suppose it is?”
Sydney lifted her chin and gripped his shirt collar.
This had to be the last time.
Otherwise, she feared she’d come to loathe herself for ever having pitied him.
“I’d like it to be the last time. Because that’s something I can work on.”
“At least you’re not completely hopeless.”
Sydney deftly undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, then reached for his trousers.
“Miss Marien?”
The moment he called her name in alarm, she yanked his belt sharply and quirked one corner of her lips.
“Now it’s fair.”
“Then… you have to take off my shirt too.”
Sydney stripped his shirt off as if handling a bratty child, then tossed it carelessly to the floor and snapped,
“And your question just now? It was deeply offensive.”
“Then I apologize.”
“No, don’t.”
“…?”
Logan, whose arm had been around Sydney’s waist, raised an eyebrow. She gave his broad shoulder a sharp slap and declared crisply,
“First, there’s never been a bold enough bastard to tame me. Second, I’ve never lived so idly as to assign meaning to something like this.”
Logan stepped forward, one step at a time. Sydney retreated just as steadily, yet her face remained as solemn as a warrior marching into battle. Looking down at her, Logan’s eyes softened at the corners.
“I believe you.”
Thud.
At the weight of his deep voice, Sydney’s heart sank heavily. Her eyelids fluttered in time with her racing pulse.
What’s this? Why… was her heart fluttering for Logan Redford?
She pushed his shoulders with both hands and pouted.
“Whether you believe me or not doesn’t matter. I’m only saying it because I feel disgusted.”
Though he’d yielded easily at first, Logan now stepped close again. He lifted her chin, catching her sullen expression.
His blue eyes combed over every inch of her face—like a child meticulously licking every trace of jam from a piece of bread.
“You really do look just like…”
“Like who…?”
“There is someone… who drives me mad…”
Thump. Pushed by Logan, Sydney fell backward onto the bed.
Her unintentionally reclining form—and Logan leaning over her.
Not a single part of their bodies touched.
Yet the unfortunate fact remained: they’d collapsed onto a bed.
And the problem was this—Sydney wore only a thin chemise through which her skin showed faintly, while Logan stood bare-chested, clad only in trousers.
“Uh, Logan.”
“That’s why… you have to make me feel like a man.”
Sydney sighed, watching Logan’s fingers gently arrange her hair.
Regretting having given him alcohol in the first place.
“Ah, that’s… not really something I can do.”
Logan’s long fingers traced the line of her jaw. Each time he moved, his firm chest muscles twitched faintly before her eyes.
With such a powerful build…
Such an attractive man…
How had Logan Redford, who possessed everything more than anyone else… come to suffer from such an affliction?
Could she help him?
Though Logan had tormented her, he’d also always stood by her side whenever she struggled.
Without his relentless discipline, ‘Sydney Warden’ would never have survived that brutal battlefield.
But still…
Comradeship and loyalty.
No matter what reason she invoked—even if she’d renounced living as a woman entirely—this was just…
Just then, Logan lowered his face and whispered,
“Only you can do it. No other woman has ever aroused me like this.”
And he claimed her lips. As if he could hold back no longer.
When Sydney startled at his impatient invasion of her mouth, his laughter hummed softly between their lips.
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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Ahhhh the “I have a friend” line. How did she keep her gender hidden this long smh lol
Could it be he was the one who designed the dresses Victoria gifted her?
Is the translation wrong? Isn’t it he never doubted Sydney was a MAN?