Chapter 18
Chapter 18
“Vladimir, it’s because of me… I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t know you were in this much pain.”
Inside, the man who’d been basking in the touch of her hand on his face flinched a little. His conscience, which he usually tossed aside lightly to get what he wanted, suddenly screamed at him. But the thick-skinned villain stomped it down hard.
“I need to get you to a hospital right now…”
“Milana, please. Help me.”
His patience had reached its limit, staring at that small face. He grabbed her round cheeks with both hands. Squish. Her cheeks crushed under his grip. Her face, on the verge of tears from guilt, now flickered with confusion.
Ah, she’s so cute it drives me insane…
He couldn’t think. He forgot all the agonizing. Forgot his promise to be as careful as possible when catching timid prey. He lowered his face.
“Bo… Vladi…!”
She was startled, but she didn’t pull away. Sweet, careless Milana Ven. He’d known all along. No matter how scared she was of him, she couldn’t completely reject her old friend. The man, desperate enough to shamelessly use the friendship they’d built, tilted his head and kissed her.
Her lips. The ones he’d only tasted again in dreams since that night. He pressed a light peck to her closed mouth and whispered, his voice scraping low in his throat.
“Milana, open your mouth.”
In that moment, her small lips parted helplessly, like someone under hypnosis.
The man, never one to miss a chance, dove in between them. Lips sucked on lips. His tongue stretched out and tangled with the tiny bit of flesh hidden behind her bottom teeth. A greedy kiss, like licking at a ripe fruit split in half. Milana had accepted it without resistance, without even realizing, and now belated shock hit her. Her startled heart swelled. The heat that started from their tangled tongues spread through her whole body.
Vladimir wrapped his arms around her trembling, fragile shoulders and pulled his lips away for a moment. This is bad… The second he saw Milana’s face again, his c**k hardened and throbbed like a volcano about to blow.
“V-Vladimir, why all of a sudden…?”
“They told me… whenever the pain comes, if I touch you, it’ll get better. And it’s true.”
I think it’s working.
His body said the exact opposite. It was getting much worse. He swallowed hard, his throat tight, and stared at Milana desperately. The corners of his eyes burned red with maddening lust. The whites showed every thread-like vein, making him look like a patient burning with a high fever…
‘Hah…’
He overwhelmed her with a fierce, sensual heat he didn’t even know he had. An unexpected result of a hunter’s desperate struggle to succeed.
Thud. She felt her heart drop and flop at her feet. Her mind went blank.
“If I touch you more… closer… I think I’ll get completely better.”
“Huh… huh?”
“Sleep with me. Like that time.”
Like that time… like that time… like that time…
Those flesh-colored memories. The ones that made her want to pass out just thinking about them. She’d shoved them into a hole in her mind and patted dirt over them. Now they were being dragged out by force. Her head spun. Her legs gave out.
Her exhausted brain couldn’t handle the consecutive assaults. She toppled backward.
Milana stammered, her knees buckled, and she crumpled. He gladly caught her in his arms and pleaded, almost threatening. He cradled his prize, the target that was nearly in his grasp, gently. Then he landed the final blow.
“You’ll do it, right?”
“Ah…”
“Make the pain go away…”
If he’s hurting… I can’t let that happen. My precious friend Bova is hurting because of me…
Half her soul had already left her body. Milana nodded absently, no heat behind it.
The man had gotten the answer he wanted through pitiful acting and lies. His head went blank in an instant. The hunter who’d succeeded in his capture pulled the small body against him like a trophy and started walking fast. His destination: Milana’s dorm room.
He needed relief right now. The withdrawal was getting severe.
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How did things end up like this?
Milana arrived at her dorm room and stared blankly at the ceiling. Vladimir had laid her down on the bed. She just gazed at the empty space in front of her.
The sound of clothes being stripped off in a hurry made her shudder even more.
Creak.
One corner of the mattress sank under a solid body. Milana’s heart began pounding wildly.
“Milana.”
You reap what you sow. She’d caused this mess, so it was only right to take responsibility. On the way back to the room, practically dragged by Vladimir’s hand, Milana had slowly steeled herself. The most important thing right now was her friend’s condition. Her own embarrassment was secondary.
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