Under the Influence of Alcohol, I Took Away the Romance Fantasy Heroine’s First Experience

“Ugh… … .”

A headache that felt like being stabbed with an awl. Even in the midst of all that, my thirst was soaring and my throat felt like it was burning.

John raised his head and shook his head.

It was a dark room. Looking out the window, it seemed like it was dawn, the sun just beginning to rise.

‘How much did you drink? Well, I don’t remember at all.’

Just yesterday, there was the debutante of the Marquis Youngae. Even though I am the third son of the Countess, it was an honorable occasion that Youngae specially invited me to, and I remember having a drink with familiar faces after a long time.

But isn’t this too much to drink? Yohan lowered his head, clutching his pounding head.

“Hoo… … .”

As I let out a sigh, the smell of alcohol rose up. My stomach felt like it was going to explode.

‘That’s why I’ve been avoiding alcohol as much as possible… … .’

Originally, my body was unaffected by alcohol, but after being reincarnated into this world, my body would leave this world if I drank just one glass of wine.

Not only that. My respiratory system was so weak that I couldn’t even touch something like a cigarette. My nose was also so sensitive that even the slightest bad smell made me dizzy.

Even if smoking is like that, Johan, who enjoyed drinking since his past life, could not adapt to these aftereffects even after becoming an adult.

‘I guess I’m drinking again.’

John took off the blanket he had been covering himself with as he made that pledge. His eyes widened after the pure white blanket was taken off.

“What is it?”

He wasn’t wearing any pants. Not even any underwear. John couldn’t understand this situation.

He doesn’t usually sleep naked. That’s how he was raised.

‘Come to think of it, I don’t have a top either.’

Taking off your top? Absolutely not. What if a maid comes in and sees it?

There is a deep reason behind this.

Because John has a reputation for having outstanding looks.

A trophy of the high society.

A trophy that the ladies and gentlemen are eager to get their hands on, their eyes burning with excitement.

That is Johan Harsen, the third son of the Count Harsen family.

So John has been keeping his bearings neat and tidy, leaving no room for error.

It was worse than that of a noblewoman.

‘What the hell is this─’

At that moment, a sharp headache struck. Yohan reflexively touched his forehead.

“My headache is so bad.”

My throat is so dry that my voice cracks.

Just as John was getting up from his seat to drink a glass of water.