"Hmmm..." April stretched, her body feeling light and refreshed as she blinked herself awake.
Everything felt... perfect. There wasn't a single trace of fatigue, no dull aches or lingering soreness.
Even her ass, which had been thoroughly used and pushed to its limits for the first time last night, felt no discomfort whatsoever at this moment.
It was like her entire body had been reborn overnight, humming with an energy that was both foreign and exhilarating.
This wasn't the first time she had woken up feeling this way.
Ever since Ross had taken her virginity two weeks ago, it was as if her body had entered a state of perpetual bliss.
Every muscle, every fiber of her being seemed attuned to a higher plane, unburdened by the usual wear and tear of daily life.
She couldn't ignore it, no matter how bizarre it seemed.
"Is this... normal?" she thought to herself, frowning slightly.
"Does having sex every day actually come with magical health benefits?" The idea sounded ridiculous even in her own mind, and she quickly dismissed it with a wry smile.
There was no point overthinking it. Instead, she simply sighed, brushing off the strangeness and filing it away as just another of Ross's countless mysteries.
Her gaze shifted to her side, and there he was—Ross Oakley.
He lay there, sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
His face, so calm and serene in sleep, was a stark contrast to the intensity he unleashed on her hours ago.
She couldn't help but marvel at him. There was something magnetic about Ross, something that defied logic and explanation.
Glancing at the clock, her eyes widened. 8 a.m.? Had they really been at it for that long?
The realization made her blush.
Ross had made love to her from 10 p.m. until 7 a.m.—an unbroken stretch of passion that would have left anyone else utterly drained.
Yet here she was, lying beside him after just an hour of sleep, feeling as if she had woken from the best rest of her life.
Her stomach, which should have been growling for breakfast after such a night, felt oddly content. She wasn't even hungry.
It was strange—unnatural, even. But she didn't feel alarmed. If anything, she felt amazing.
"What kind of man are you, Ross?" she whispered under her breath, her voice soft enough not to disturb him.
As she stared at his sleeping figure, she felt a growing sense of awe. This wasn't just about him being good in bed.
There was something deeper, something almost otherworldly about him.
The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn't linger on it.
Instead, she leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from his face.
She couldn't deny it—whatever this strange, intoxicating effect Ross had on her, she didn't want it to stop.
Not now that Julian had also given up on her already.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. We're going to be late." April gently shook Ross's shoulder, her voice laced with urgency.
He stirred slowly, letting out a groggy sound that was almost a moan as his eyes fluttered open.
"Let's eat first," Ross mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.
Without wasting a moment, he got dressed, moving with a calm efficiency that April couldn't help but admire.
She followed suit, and within three minutes, they were both in the dining area.
April's eyes widened as they stepped into the room.
The table was overflowing with food—a lavish spread that looked like it could easily feed a dozen people.
Platters of dishes, some familiar and others completely foreign to her, were arranged with meticulous care.
The aromas wafting through the air were intoxicating, making her stomach grumble despite her lack of hunger.
At first, she'd been curious about the exotic foods that often graced Ross's table.
For the first week, she'd peppered him with questions, asking what each dish was and where it came from.
But now, she didn't bother. The variety was overwhelming, and the names hardly mattered anymore. What truly mattered was the taste.
Every bite was a revelation. It wasn't just good—it was extraordinary.
Eating Ross's food was like discovering an entirely new world of flavors, making her realize just how bland and uninspired her previous meals had been.
Compared to this, it felt like she'd been eating recycled trash her entire life.
April glanced around the dining area and couldn't suppress a giggle.
Half a dozen hulking figures, each wearing demon masks and aprons, moved around the room with surprising grace.
The absurdity of the scene—giant, intimidating forms engaged in domestic tasks—was almost too much for her. It felt like something out of a surreal comedy.
Fast forward thirty minutes, and she was gripping the edge of her seat in Ross's sports car as they tore down the highway at 130 miles per hour.
The sleek vehicle roared like a beast, and the scenery outside blurred into streaks of color.
"Rosssssss! Slow down!" she shouted, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and panic.
But, as always, her pleas fell on deaf ears. Ross's devil-may-care grin was firmly in place as he navigated the twists and turns with ease, utterly unfazed by her protests.
April's heart raced, adrenaline coursing through her veins. The thrill was undeniable, but so was the fear.
I'm too young and too beautiful to die! she thought to herself, clutching the seatbelt tightly.
Her future was bright, limitless even—she wasn't about to let Ross's reckless driving snuff it out prematurely.
"Hahhh… hahhh… hahhh…" April panted as they pulled into the campus parking lot with five minutes to spare before their first class at 9 a.m.
Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body still buzzing with the lingering rush of their high-speed escapade.
"I'm going to die of a heart attack because of you, Ross!" she complained, glaring at him as she pushed her hair back into place.
Ross shot her a devilish grin. "No, you won't. If you're going to die because of me, it'll be from something far more enjoyable—like me fucking you so hard you forget how to breathe. Now that would be a worthy death for someone as lovely as you, April."
April's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help the grin tugging at her lips.
"Hmmmm… I don't think I'd hate that. Not at all," she admitted, her voice dripping with mischief.
As she spoke, a familiar heat pooled low in her belly, and she shifted slightly in her seat, feeling the telltale signs of her arousal.
Ross was many things—reckless, infuriating, and utterly unpredictable—but he also had a wicked sense of humor that she found irresistible.
It was one of the few reasons she liked his company.
Leaning over, she kissed him on the lips, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Give me some more of that hard fucking later, okay?"
Ross's grin widened as she pulled away and stepped out of the car, a noticeable spring in her step.
As he watched her walk away, his eyes lingered on her with unabashed appreciation.
"Damn, I'm a lucky man," Ross murmured to himself before slamming the car door shut.
He needed to head to class and figured it was about time to finally introduce April to the rest of his girls.
Whistling a cheerful tune, our OP evil MC strolled toward his first class, exuding confidence and mischief.
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Huge shoutout and thanks to ddecoen for the gifts!
You are awesome! Thank you! ^_^