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
Third Person’s POV"How's she?""She is still under the sleeping pills but soon she'll wake up."Brett's eyes lit up with warmth as soon as he heard that Agatha was in good condition. He shifted his gaze to her peaceful, unconscious face and observed the steady rise and fall of her chest."I can't believe something like this happened," he sighed, lost in his thoughts."Good job," he said to the doctor he had called privately. Speaking slowly, he added, "I'll contact you again. Just make sure you keep quiet." Brett flashed a grin as he handed over a white envelope."Trust me, Mr. Holmes."The doctor nodded and took the envelope. Without even checking its contents, he could tell it was a substantial amount. A smile formed on his lips as he left the room, hoping to cash in on his good fortune soon.However, if there were to be another patient in the future, it might just be the person on the other side. With a determination fueled by murderous intent, Brett wouldn't rest until he found t
Third Person’s POVAdam found himself in the midst of a dream. In this dream, he witnessed a woman lying unconscious on the ground. Despite his desperate attempts to reach out to her, he couldn't grasp her hand."Come on, just a little bit closer!"With each step he took, his breathing became more constricted. There was a tightness in his chest, whether it was guilt or his conscience weighing him down. Nevertheless, despite the struggle, he made up his mind to hold her hand. Even if it meant enduring excruciating pain, he was determined to do the right thing this time."I don't seek your forgiveness. I will forever atone for my sins."A bright light surrounded him. As Adam caught his breath, he surveyed his surroundings. His nightmare had come to an end, yet a part of him couldn't shake off the feeling that it wasn't yet time to relax."Boss! Are you alright?""I was so worried you were going to leave us!""Boss, do you recognize us? You were so close to death!"He sat up straight, bu