An ambush!?
William!? Already!?
Elion’s heart spiked. He braced himself for a fight.
But then...He noticed something.
The hands weren’t strong.
They weren’t rough.
They were small, smooth, delicate, and unmistakably feminine.
A slender leg, wrapped in black tights, snapped out and kicked the door shut behind them.
Elion froze.
Wait. A... woman!?
The attacker tried to push him back, but he was done holding back.
Elion used his full strength for a moment, twisting free.
She lost her grip, stumbling backward with a soft yelp as she fell onto the floor.
He stepped forward, looming over her, breathing hard.
And then his eyes widened.
"M–Mira!?"
There she was.
Mira.
William’s girlfriend.
The bitch who was always at William’s side like a shadow.
Only now... her usual calm, emotionless demeanor was nowhere to be seen.
Her chest rose and fell quickly.
Her gaze was intense, heated, almost wild. She looked at him like she was starving.
Elion’s shock gave way to a cold, sharp frown.
"What do you want?" His voice hardened. He wasn’t in the mood for games.
Mira didn’t answer immediately.
She just stared at him, breathing unevenly, her eyes running over him like she was trying to commit every inch of him to memory.
She swallowed.
Then, in a low, trembling voice, she said—
"Elion...I ."
Mira pushed herself up from the floor, legs unsteady, cheeks flushed with something Elion couldn’t quite read.
Before he could fully step back, her hand slid into his, snaking around as if to make sure he didn’t run, her fingers intertwining with his in a way that made every instinct in him scream danger.
His breath caught. "Mira...?"
She stepped closer, too close, pressing her body to his, her eyes half-lidded, voice low and velvety.
"Elion," she murmured, "You really didn’t notice? Even now? The signs I was trying to give you?"
Her right hand abruptly dipped low, grabbing his dick through his pants, and her fingers felt his balls.
Hisssss!
His breath caught. He stiffened.
"Mira. What are you doing?"
She gave a soft, breathy laugh, leaning in until he could feel her scent, velvety, the warmth of her breath against his jaw.
"Oh, please. You’re not that dense. You felt it the moment I grabbed your balls."
Elion’s pulse hammered.
His thoughts raced. She was acting way too loose, despite the circumstances and the fact that he was very much aware of.
Is this my ability? Did it affect her this strongly? Or... was she always like this when no one was watching?
"Mira," he said again, harsher this time, pulling his hand halfway free. "Did William send you? Is this some kind of trap?"
Her smile dropped, replaced by a flash of irritation, almost annoyance that he wasn’t playing along.
"William?" she repeated, scoffing. "That idiot couldn’t ’send’ me anywhere. And he certainly couldn’t make me feel like this."
"Elion," she whispered, voice trembling with something both heated and desperate, "I didn’t come here because of William. I came because of you."
Elion stared at Mira in shock, his mind racing as she lifted her skirt up and brought his hand into her skirt, placing it on her little cunt.
He expected to feel an obstruction, but the fabric that was meant to be there wasn’t there. This girl is unhinged!
She was dripping wet. And she had no underwear on. Her tights had been ripped apart around her pink flower!
His fingers felt her pink folds as her thighs trembled around his wrist. They felt sleek and wet, begging to be filled.
What the fuck!
He could feel the warmth radiating from her, and he couldn’t believe what he was feeling.
"Feel that?" She breathed seductively, pushing his fingers deeper inside her little sister. " You made me like this. You have to take responsibility."
Her gaze swept over him, openly, boldly, hungry in a way that made him shudder with anticipation.
He slipped a finger inside her, feeling the warmth of her wetness enveloping him. She moaned softly, pressing herself against his hand, her hips grinding against him.
"Yes," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "That feels so good."
Mira continued to press herself against him, her body moving in rhythm with his hand as it slid in and out of her cunt.
She ground her tits on his chest, creating friction, and Elion could feel her stiff nipples through their clothes.
But then, a hint of clarity flashed through him. Memories slammed into him one after another.
Mira laughing with William while Elion’s books were thrown into puddles.
Mira "accidentally" spilling her drink on him in front of a crowd.
Mira whispering lies to professors, turning them against him.
Mira smirking while William shoved him into the walls, because she liked the attention.
All the little cruelties she’d stacked on top of each other just to polish her image in William’s eyes.
Elion’s pulse slowed... then steadied.
His mind sharpened.
The heat he’d felt moments ago ebbed, replaced by something colder, heavier, infinitely more dangerous.
He exhaled a steamy breath through his nose.
I needed to break her... not make her feel good.
His posture shifted.
He withdrew his soaked hand from her pink flower.
Without thinking, Elion moved.
He caught both of her wrists in one hand, firm. Mira froze, eyes widening, the seductive confidence flickering into surprise.
"Elion?" she breathed. "What—"
Before she could finish, he yanked her forward and threw her with all his strength.
"Ahhhh!"