Agatha’s POV[“Why didn’t you attend the class last night? I waited for you”]Sebastian sent me a text.I only stared at his text and sighed.He wasn’t talking to me that much even though we got separated after the field trip, since he was still sulky that I hid my relationship with Lawrence.‘If he knows more of my secret, I bet he’s going to be furious.’Therefore, I didn’t reply to Sebastian and decided to focus on my first date with Lanceil.The two of us walked through the park, ate delicious lunch and visited the museum. It was fun, and somehow, I forgot all of my worries, including Lanceil’s crazy brother, Vincent.At the end of the date, the two of us went to visit a cinema to watch a famous blockbuster movie that everyone was talking about.While waiting outside the cinema hall, I noticed that many women were looking on our side. They looked at me with envy, and I knew well why they were jealous.‘I know. This man beside me is hot as hell.’Planning to tease Lanceil, I leaned
Third Person’s POVAs soon as Agatha confessed what she felt while sitting next to Lanceil, the boss pretty long fingers shoved between her thighs. He slid the wet undergarment, that was soaked just by thinking of him, and pushed his fingers into her h*le. “…!” Agatha gasped without sound. There was a little water in her eyes, but Lanceil had no intention of looking into her expression because he knew that if he did, then there was no backing down from this part. No. Lanceil had no attention to backing down either. “N-Not here, Lanceil,” Agatha begged. When she whispered in his ears, her shy voice ignited the fire in Lanceil’s body. But he wanted to tease her, and so he pretended nonchalant. “What? You haven’t told me everything yet.”“W-What?” “You want to do what?” “T-That… you know what I was talking about.” “No,” Lanceil said while his fingers were poking her soaking petals. “I need you to say it in complete words.” He drew a circle around her tight innerwalls. Agatha,
Third Person’s POV This is the first time Agatha saw his manh**d closely. And seeing it for the second, she was convinced. ‘No wonder, I felt so sore after our first.’ She gulped. Pretending to relax, she smiled at Lanceil as she gently grabbed his shaft.‘I saw how Lanceil mast*rbates. Surely, I can imitate him.’She rocked her hands up and down around Lanceil’s huge shaft. That alone put a lot of strength in Lanceil’s thighs. “Ugh,” he groaned. Smirking, Agatha looked up at him and his tight expression. Then she imitated his words, “I am afraid someone will hear your voice. Tone it down, Lanceil.” Lanceil, who was lost in pleasure, could not hear anything anymore. How can he endure when the innocent Agatha was taking the initiative of pleasuring his sword? Quickly, he grabbed her head and put his glans to her lips. Agatha, who had never eaten a meat stick ever, froze with the contact of her lips and the c*ck in front of her. “Open your mouth. S*ck me, Agatha,” Lanceil said w
Upon returning to the condo, Vincent sensed the atmosphere floating in the air. He felt ominous and wanted to run away immediately. But here was Agatha, whom he loved, moaning loudly from his room. The moan pierced straight into his ears. Slowly, he approached where the coquettish sound came from. Swiftly, the eerie feeling he felt at the door of the condo overtook him. He stood in front of his room, and from the small space of the open door, he was able to confirm that his intuition was right. “Ahh! Lanceil! Hmm! That feels good! F*ck!”Her voice glistened so that it could be clearly distinguished from others. He could see their beautiful maid, lying on her stomach and his brother doing it from behind her.‘Again,’ Vincent said in his mind. He witnessed the truth he didn’t want to know, and he smiled bitterly.His brother, Lanceil, would not make a mistake such as going into the wrong room or forgetting to lock the door. It was on purpose. Lanceil wanted to show Vincent that he
Vincent was shocked. Agatha was still naked. He caught her image, from the tip of her head and tip of her toes. Gulp. That black hair fell perfectly on the sheet, the red skin dyed from the lust, her luscious breast, and the secret place between her thighs. Seeing that, Vincent’s patience reached its limit. He quickly pulled down his pants and grabbed his manh**d, and shook its head. The transparent liquid was flowing out from the glans of his sh*ft. He was sweating in fear that he might get caught mast*rbating by looking at her body without her consent but he could not help this. ‘Just this once again. Please.’Vincent hopelessly rubbed his thing with his big hand while looking at her body. “Haa… Haa…” He looked back at Agatha and peeked at the center of her thighs. Maybe if he can see it clearly, it would make him feel better. And so, Vincent stopped his movements. He went closer to her, and he spread her legs. “Hmmm,” Agatha groaned. Vincent froze.He watched her, waiti
Agatha’s POVWhen I woke up next morning, I was in dazed for many hours. I remembered drinking wine and f*cking with my boss nonstop inside Vincent’s room. That was…“Sexy.” Yes. I had to be true to myself and admit that I found it sexy. After c*mming several times, I forgot what happened and only remembered vague memories like when he took me inside my room and we did it again. He did not put it inside though, but the feeling was amazing. Unlike the first time, my body adjusted and I don’t feel sore. Maybe a little? But enough for me to move. Today is Sunday and my day off. Usually, I would go outside and have fun alone. But I think I will just rest here in the condo. Once I went out, I saw a note on the table. [“I went out for the meeting. But I will come back home tomorrow. See you, my lovely Agatha.”]Happy and contended, I hugged the note and kissed it. He was rough like a beast on b*d, but as a boyfriend, he was sweet. “A busy man is really my ideal type,” I said. My eye
Agatha’s POVI spent my Sunday alone in the condo. My boyfriend, Lanceil, said that he would come back today but I could not see any of his silhouettes. “Maybe he’s busy at work.” Lanceil was usually busy even on weekends. I should be happy that he spent his Saturday for me.Sitting on the sofa, I looked at my phone.“It’s been hours, but I still don’t know how to contact you.” I wasn’t talking about Lanceil, but Brett instead. Lanceil and I started dating each other and even mingling, not just twice but many times. The first person who should know this was no other than… yeah, my master whom I signed the slave contract for. “I don’t know how to say it. That’s the problem.”It was so befuddling to me that I found it hard to tell Brett everything that happened between me and my boss.“Was it because… Brett wanted to ruin Lanceil’s life?” He once told me that – to wreck Grim. There must be a connection I did not know, or I must not dig further. Yet at the end of the red line, the
A/n: Sorry for the late updates. I will be updating every day since today. I hope you enjoy watching this story until the end.** **Third Person’s POVA hired killer should never feel guilty for taking lives. So, when Maxine's hands became stained, she thought it would be easy to forget the moments when blood splattered on her pale skin. However, her nightmares every night serve as undeniable evidence of her conscience."I had no other choice. If I didn't kill them, I would have died," that's what she said to justify her sins.Yet tonight, she is filled with fear, as it is possible for her own resolve to crumble.While walking, Maxine glanced at the large suitcase she had brought into an abandoned warehouse in the countryside. An abandoned place is the perfect location for a murder, considering the time it takes for authorities to investigate a missing person.The night was chilly.She placed the suitcase exactly where the moonlight illuminated the old wooden window; it was the only