"Gak—Urk"
"Gwuaak, Gwuaak!!"
"Ohh..yeah..!"
Seated comfortably on the sofa, the young man looked down with a faint, arrogant smirk as the young woman knelt between his legs. Without hesitation, he took hold of her hair and forced her head down, a deep groan of pleasure leaving him as his head tilted back.
"Grahh..!"
"Heh… the poor commoners…" he muttered between breaths, his voice thick, indulgent. "How dare they think they could take my place in the academy…"
The sensation of her warm, wet mouth engulfing him was overwhelming, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through his body. Her lips wrapped tightly around him, sucking and stroking in perfect rhythm with his hips.. His grip tightened, fingers curling possessively in her hair.
"Just one moment… that's all it takes," he continued, a faint, breathy laugh escaping him. "To replace a piece of garbage… ah—"
He exhaled sharply, his control slipping into raw sensation. His hips pushed forward again, more urgently now.
"Look at you…" he murmured, glancing down at her, a smirk tugging at his lips. "How did you even sneak in with all those guards outside?"
He couldn't believe how easily she obeyed his every command, how eager she was to please him. It was intoxicating, this power he held over her. He gripped her hair tighter, pulling her head back and forth, taking control of the pace and depth of each thrust. His penis throbbed in anticipation, demanding release as he neared the brink of orgasm.
He let out a low chuckle, laced with both amusement and condescension.
"You must be really desperate for the money, huh?"
His hand tightened again, guiding her, controlling her pace as his breathing grew heavier.
"Suck it," he growled, voice hoarse, breaking into uneven breaths. "Take all of me… don't stop."
His words became more fragmented, slipping between arrogance and need as the tension built.
He clenched his fists tighter in her hair, feeling the strands slip through his fingers. He couldn't hold back anymore.
"That's it… just like that—hah… know your place…"
His body tensed, the final edge rushing up on him.
With one last forceful motion, he pushed forward, a broken gasp escaping him as the pleasure finally overtook everything else.
"Ah—!"
A primal roar escaped his lips as he emptied himself into her mouth, filling it with his hot, salty seed as he held her head firmly in place. As the final shudders of pleasure subsided, he released her hair, collapsing back onto the sofa, spent and satisfied.
For a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of his heavy breathing.
He let out a satisfied exhale, a lazy grin forming as he stared up at the ceiling.
"…Worth every coin," he muttered faintly, voice still dazed from the aftershocks.
He lay back against the sofa, still catching his breath, a lazy smirk lingering as he glanced down at her.
"Not bad," he murmured, voice thick with fading pleasure. "Maybe I should—"
Slash!
A small, precise motion—something sharp flashing briefly in her hand—and the blade passed cleanly across his throat.
His eyes went wide, the smirk disappearing before it could fully fade. His body slackened almost instantly, head tipping back against the sofa, lips still parted around the sentence he never got to complete.
She drew the blade back and wiped it against his clothing with quiet efficiency before straightening. Her expression remained unchanged, her movements unhurried, as if nothing of consequence had occurred.
She walked without haste, her footsteps quiet against the floor as she approached the mirror.
For a moment, she just stood there.
Her reflection stared back—dark hair slightly disheveled, strands catching the light with a faint red tint, as if it had absorbed something from the room itselfstrands clinging faintly to her face, her lips parted just enough to show the faintest trace of red at the corner. Her eyes, however, didn't match the rest of her.
Her fingers rose slowly, almost absently, brushing against her lower lip. There was a slight tremor in her hand, a small, uncontrollable shake that traveled up through her wrist to her jaw, tightening it.
She watched herself like she was studying someone else.
"So what if I don't have any resonance…" she murmured, her voice soft, uneven at the edges.
Her thumb moved across the corner of her mouth, wiping away the last trace of semen. She watched the motion in the mirror, not blinking, not looking away.
"I can still be useful to you."
Her jaw tightened, a faint tremor running through it before settling. The shake in her hand didn't disappear.
She leaned a little closer to the mirror, her expression shifting—not quite a smile, but something that tried to become one and stopped halfway.
"Now you can go to the academy."
*****
The screen dimmed once more as the trailer ended, the scattered blood dissolving into darkness.
Alexander lowered his phone slowly.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
Marcus leaned back in his chair, staring at the blank screen as if replaying the final image in his head, and then he let out an incredulous laugh that broke the silence.
"I didn't know," he said, turning toward Alexander with exaggerated suspicion, "that you had such tastes in games."
Alexander shot him a look of mild annoyance.
"Shut up," he replied flatly. "I thought it would be a story-driven RPG. Who would've known it also included… that kind of content?"
Marcus laughed harder, running a hand through his hair.
"Seriously though," he said between chuckles, "what kind of imagination does someone need to write a killing scene like that?"
He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
"How about you?" he continued, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "How would you feel if you got killed during—"
He raised one hand, forming a circle with his fingers, and with the other he made an unmistakable pushing motion through it.
Alexander stared at him with open disgust.
For a moment, his lips twitched as though he was debating whether to laugh or punch him.
"You're unbelievable," he muttered.
Marcus only grinned wider.
Alexander exhaled through his nose, though the corner of his mouth betrayed the faintest hint of reluctant amusement.
"Well," he said evenly, "a man is indeed most unguarded in such a moment."
Marcus burst into laughter again.
"See? You've thought about it!"
Alexander shook his head, but a low chuckle escaped him nonetheless.
The humor lingered only a few seconds longer before it faded naturally.
Marcus' expression sobered first.
He leaned back, gaze drifting toward the city beyond the café window before returning to Alexander.
"Will your father really kill him?" he asked quietly.
The question did not require clarification.
Alexander's eyes sharpened almost imperceptibly.
The relaxed humor drained from his posture, replaced by something colder, more deliberate.
"There's no point in being softhearted," he said after a brief pause. "A man who betrays you once will do it again."
Marcus studied him carefully.
"And if he doesn't?"
Alexander's gaze did not waver.
"Then he shouldn't have created doubt in the first place."
Silence settled between them, heavier than before.