Chapter 14
Chapter 14
The man’s left hand teased her n*****s, his right hand frantically pinched her fluttering labia and c**t, driving the g******s connected by lines of pleasure even crazier. The vaginal walls holding his p***s convulsed under the unbearable tidal wave of sensation. The man gladly enjoyed the enchanting pressure that followed.
Milana shook helplessly and repeated the words.
Stop it. What are you begging for? I have nothing to give.
“Ah, ah… haak…”
Every time his p***s rammed into her, her heart sprinted.
Where to? The peak she’d experienced earlier. No, higher than that. A place so terrifyingly high that just reaching it once could make her pass out.
She fled upward, away from the brute invader pounding madly at the mouth of her womb. Even though that was exactly what this thief ultimately wanted.
The soft, muscleless inner thighs and the triangle cradling the man’s c**k trembled convulsively. Every time the man’s hips, his swinging t*******s, smacked against her perineum, their mixed fluids splattered everywhere. Her lower body filthy, dragged along helplessly, the woman finally reached the summit. Her vision went white.
In that moment, the man received what he’d been begging for.
“Ahh—”
“Kgh—”
The woman felt “something” bursting deep inside her. A burning hot, slick liquid. Soaked inside with her conquered partner’s s***n and outside with her own juices, the woman slipped underground. Beneath her lay a darkness darker than any she’d ever tasted. It swallowed her consciousness in the blink of an eye.
Milana, I love you.
She thought she heard something, like a dream. But it soon evaporated like any ordinary dream, vanishing without a trace.
♥ ♥ ♥
Vladimir first saw Milana at the university entrance exam. He’d gone under pressure from the family head, who insisted that even those who worked in the shadows had to keep some footing in the light. It wasn’t voluntary, so his heart wasn’t in it. No heart meant no drive. He already knew what attending the country’s top university meant to ordinary people, but it stirred nothing in him. He resented the time he’d waste on the flimsy goal of “fitting into society.”
He didn’t even bother with a disguise. He planned to fail on purpose. He walked onto the campus with a bored face, ignoring the countless eyes on him, when a tiny woman fell flat right in front of him. Flat. A long robe, patched and repatched, spread out around her small body on the ground in a sad heap. The thick books in her hands spilled across the dirt. A glass bottle of some strange liquid rolled away.
A mage, apparently. A clumsy one.
That was all he thought. Being a gentleman and helping her up never even crossed his mind. The makings of a fine villain.
The woman lay there for a moment, not moving, while people snickered around her. Her frizzy brown hair blew in the wind, full of grit.
Then she suddenly lifted her head. Vladimir happened to glance her way as he passed. Just a few seconds. Barely a moment. The tiny woman got up fast, dusted off her rag of a robe, and gathered her books and bottle. Then she walked forward, a little cowed, but with her back straight.
The midday sun hit her face. Unshed tears glistened clear over her chocolate-brown eyes, which looked so determined. Her long lashes fluttered softly, like dew-soaked petals. Her chin was set, round and stubborn like a little apricot.
A strange thought struck him like a blow. The tears hanging there looked like sugar syrup.
That was the moment his life turned upside down.
On pure impulse, Vladimir snatched glasses off a nearby subordinate, disguised himself, changed his name, and took the entrance exam more seriously than anyone. By accidentally placing top of the class, he even managed to please the family head, who had been looking forward to his heir’s admission more than anyone. And so, wearing the innocent face of someone who knew nothing, he naturally took his place at Milana’s side.
He never revealed his true identity because Milana was simply too harmless. Insecure, kind, the type to get hurt herself rather than attack anyone. A sweet sugar cookie of a woman. Not a single word that described her matched anything about him. So Vladimir desperately fabricated common ground and plastered it all over himself.
He hovered near her. Kept talking to her. Took secret photos like a stalker. He replayed the smiles he’d collected in his head and comforted himself in bed. He knew it was pathetic. He sponsored her to make her school life easier, but couldn’t even put his name on it publicly.
All of it… because he was afraid she’d be scared of him.
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