Chapter 25
Chapter 25
The fierce, predatory momentum he’d had just moments ago collapsed completely. The aggression was gone. In its place, a dejected, defeated slump. The scarred man glanced at his sulking boss and hurriedly slipped away. As a powerless direct subordinate, he was perfectly positioned to become his crazed superior’s convenient punching bag. Getting out fast was the best move.
Vladimir didn’t stop his sharp-eyed subordinate from fleeing, careful not to give him any excuse to stay. The scarred man vanished, leaving behind only his half-finished coffee.
And Vladimir, now a ticking bomb, stood before the photo wall filled with thousands of Milanas, endlessly chewing over food.
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“Ahh—”
“Good? It’s good, right?”
He drove into her with his angry length and kept asking. Pressing the spot she liked best with the head. Rubbing her stiff c**t hard with his middle finger. The broken moans he’d been waiting for spilled from her slack lips.
Outside, the sun was already setting. Classes were over. The corner lecture hall was empty. Vladimir pushed aside Milana’s clothes without hesitation. She panicked, said it was too dangerous. He held her small body tight and whispered another lie. His body hurt again.
It had been over three weeks since they’d started this. Friends who shared bodies. He got drunk on her every time he breathed in. He was in heat constantly. Day or night, living in her room, he asked for her body at every chance. And this cold woman agreed to every act, claiming she was taking responsibility. It drove him even crazier. So he pushed her harder. He wanted to see her thrash at her limit, the same way his own reason had snapped.
He didn’t undress her. She was scared someone would come. He just lifted the hem of her lower clothes and pushed her innermost underwear aside. Then he shoved his p***s into the pretty s*x that peeked out.
“Bo… Vladimir… aah…”
Her nasal cries were like sugar water soaking his ears. He thrust in deep, all the way to the womb, like he meant to pierce through. And right there, he let the pleasure burst out of him. No hesitation in the act. But the bitter bliss and sharp high left a bad aftertaste.
Still, Vladimir couldn’t stop.
He moved his hips a few times, pushing his seed in as deep as it would go. Then he pulled out, very carefully.
“Hold it in. Squeeze tight, Milana. You don’t want to leave traces here.”
“Hngh—”
Her face was a mess of tears, like a little squirrel. She struggled to hold his seed inside. Watching it made his scalp prickle with heat. Vladimir bit down on his bad lips before they could spit out a curse. He slipped his hand inside her top. His fingers hooked like claws, pressing her cute swollen n*****s. He felt the woman leaning against his chest squirm.
He couldn’t take it. He turned her around to face him. Grabbed one of her thin thighs and lifted it. His voice came out sharp.
“Hands on the desk. Behind you.”
Before she could even get into position properly, he pressed the swollen head against her entrance and slid in, deep and dizzying. He threw out some pathetic excuse, like he was plugging a hole with his p***s to keep the seed from leaking out. Then he lowered his back as much as he could and took one of her e***t n*****s between his lips, ready for sucking.
“Hahng!”
And so the two of them rode the waves of pleasure, their most secret places sealed tight together. Her upper body, propped up awkwardly, kept slipping. Her thin arms shook under the strain of holding up her fragile frame. He saw it and helped, gripping her soft rear and her back with both large hands to support her. The warmth she felt then was hot as a bath in the dead of winter. Milana shut her eyes tight. Another mistake. When her vision went dark, all she could feel more vividly was the c**k sliding in and out of her belly. She’d forgotten that for a moment.
A hot, soft, huge pillar pushed forward like a rampage, stretching the tight hole to its limit. Then it changed its approach, pulling back like a soft breeze. It swung back and forth in a steady rhythm, turning her brain sticky as midsummer butter. Along with her melting mind, her inner walls grew tender from the repeated friction, becoming one with the juices that kept spilling down.
“Hahk…! Ah… ahng…! Hic…“
The sharp rise of sensation was familiar now. Out of habit, Milana parted her lips. Nasal moans, ticklish even to her own ears, burst out without pause and bounced off the furniture like rubber balls.
All of it pleased him. He called her name like a sigh.
“Milana, ah… Milana…”
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