NOVEL NEXT Chapter 211: I'm The Victim!**
"Are we seriously just gonna stand here and let that happen?!"
Enji growled, staring at his own car rocking violently in the parking lot. His eye twitched.
He wasn't naive—he damn well knew what that meant. And it pissed him off.
"Let them be," Kikuchi exhaled a lazy puff of smoke, settling onto the stairs. "Ah, to be young and in love."
Enji shot him a glare. "You're kidding, right?"
Just as he took a step forward, Arataki grabbed his arm, holding him back.
"Hey, I get it. You're single and suffering," Arataki smirked. "But barging in on them right now? That'd be real awkward."
Enji scoffed and slapped his friend's hand away. "What are you, a ten-year-old who walked in on his parents?"
Arataki stiffened. "How did you know? That memory still haunted me."
Enji stared at him, deadpan. "...Seriously?"
Arataki cleared his throat. "A-Anyway, just let the champ enjoy his prize."
Enji clenched his fists. "I just deep-washed that damn car a few days ago!" He pointed at the shaking vehicle, looking personally offended.
"Relax," Kikuchi muttered, flicking his cigarette. "Why are you so tense? You sexually frustrated or something?"
Enji spun around, eyes wide with indignation. "Me?! You think I'm frustrated?!" He stomped the ground.
"Do you have any idea how many women I could get with this face?!"
Kikuchi raised a brow. "No clue. But what I do know is that you need one. Want me to set you up?"
Silence.
Enji's nostrils flared, his expression still sour. Then, with a forced cough, he looked away.
"…When?"
Arataki groaned, rubbing his temples. "Unbelievable."
Kikuchi smirked, taking another drag. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."
***
Ayaka's breath hitched as she dragged her tongue along Haruto's chest, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the heat of her saliva.
Her lips left wet trails across his skin before she reached a fresh bruise, where she let her tongue linger before sinking her teeth into it.
A sharp sting bloomed, and Haruto flinched, a hiss escaping between his teeth.
"Damn… you're really into this, huh?" he muttered, amusement laced in his voice, though his body tensed at her unrestrained hunger.
Ayaka didn't answer. Instead, her nails scraped lightly down his torso, her fingers teasingly twisting his hardened nipple.
Haruto sucked in a breath, his hips involuntarily jerking beneath her as the sharp pleasure sent a jolt through his body.
"Fuck, you're enjoying this way too much," he said, his voice thick with heat as his hands dug into her waist.
Without waiting for her to react, he took control, gripping her firmly and guiding her movements.
"AHH—Haruto!" Ayaka moaned as his cock hit deep inside her, a sweet spot that made her entire body shudder.
Her hands trembled against his skin, but she quickly steadied herself, refusing to be completely overpowered.
A smirk tugged at her lips. "I should be the one leading, right?"
She teased breathlessly before rolling her hips, her pace shifting to a slower, more torturous rhythm.
Haruto groaned, his head pressing back against the seat. "Tch… playing dirty, huh?"
He felt her walls squeeze around him as she picked up speed, her slick heat making obscene sounds in the confined space of the car.
The windows had long since fogged up, the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and blood.
"AHHH!!! HNGGG!!! HARUTO!!!" She moaned, and enjoyed herself.
Ayaka arched her back, her movements growing wilder as she chased her high.
She wasn't holding back—her nails left trails of red across his chest, her breathy moans filling his ears, her body pressing closer as if she wanted to consume him whole.
"OHHH!!! YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE ME!!!" She screamed, feeling her inside being ravaged by his big penis.
Haruto's grip on her waist tightened. He couldn't just let her have all the fun.
With one swift motion, he bucked his hips upward, slamming into her at an angle that had her throwing her head back in a scream.
"AHHH!!! SO SUDDEN!!!"
Her nails clawed into his shoulders as her thighs clenched around him, her body trembling as her first orgasm crashed over her. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire
"I'M CUMINGGG HARUTO!!! I'M CUMMINHHNNGHHH!!!" she gasped, her pussy tightening around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
Haruto grinned, licking his lips as he watched her come undone above him. "Not bad… but I hope you're not done yet."
Ayaka barely had time to recover before he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her face close.
Their lips crashed together in a messy, feverish kiss, her own taste mixed with the lingering copper of blood on his tongue.
He could feel her desperation, her desire to claim him, to mark him, to let herself be consumed by this moment.
And fuck, he wanted to see just how far she could go.
"Keep going," he murmured against her lips.
Ayaka's pupils were blown wide, her body still twitching from her orgasm, but she obeyed.
She started moving again, her pace rough and needy, her wet pussy dripping down his length as she tried to push herself to the edge once more.
"Hnggghh… ahhh!!! Ahhh!!!" she whimpered, "Do my pussy feel good?" she asked, with her droopy eyelids.
"It's incredible, Ayaka." Haruto smirked as he slapped her ass hard, making her breath hitch, "Especially the way you ride me."
Haruto watched her with hooded eyes, completely entranced by how unhinged she looked—her sweaty skin, her parted lips, the sheer lust burning in her gaze.
Then, without warning, he flipped their positions.
Ayaka let out a surprised gasp as her back hit the car seat, but the shock was quickly replaced by a moan as Haruto wasted no time, lifting her leg over his shoulder and slamming back into her.
"AHHH!!! HARUTOO!!! HARDERRR!!!"
The new angle had her screaming his name.
Haruto grinned, his fingers bruising her thighs as he pounded into her, making the entire car shake with the force of his thrusts.
"Ahh, your pussy is really tight Ayaka, what a slut," he muttered, leaning down to bite her neck, hard enough to leave a mark.
She shivered beneath him, her nails digging into his back.
"HNNHHGGHH!!! HARUTO!!!" She widened her eyes as she could feel the overwhelming pleasure in her pussy.
"I'M COMINGG!!! I'M COMING AGAINNHH!!!"
Her body arched as another orgasm hit her, her walls pulsing around him in frantic waves and clamping down on him, messaging him, making him hiss.
Her moans turned into incoherent cries, her mind clouded with nothing but raw pleasure.
"Oh, fuck!!! Your slutty pussy wanted to make me dry, eh?"
He said his smirk deepened as he moved even faster, thrust even deeper, making her body which was still sensitive become super sensitive.
Ayaka was a total mess now.
Haruto wasn't far behind. The way she clenched around him, her breathless moans, the way her body trembled beneath him—it was enough to send him over the edge.
"Fuck!!! I'm gonna cum inside you!!!" he grunted.
With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he spilled inside her.
Ayaka gasped at the sensation, her entire body shaking from the overstimulation. Her hands weakly grasped at his shoulders, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
For a moment, the only sound in the car was their heavy panting.
Haruto finally pulled out, watching with satisfaction as his cum dripped from her used pussy.
Ayaka, still breathless, let out a satisfied hum. "Having sex with you always feels so fun, Haruto."
Haruto let out a low chuckle, leaning back against the seat as he ran a hand through his messy hair.
"Yeah. You really let loose, huh?"
Ayaka smirked, licking her lips. "Like I said… watching you fight made me want you even more."
Haruto shook his head with amusement. "Guess I'll have to give you more of a show next time."
Ayaka's eyes gleamed. "I'll be looking forward to it."
A sharp knock on the window made both of them freeze.
"Oi, are you two done fucking?"
Enji's voice cut through the glass, his face pressed way too close to the window, his scowl practically burning through it.
Haruto sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Shit."
Meanwhile, Ayaka just laughed, completely unfazed, as they hurried to adjust their clothes and shift into more appropriate positions.
Once they were decent, Haruto pressed the unlock button and lowered the window. "Ah… about that," he started, his tone painfully awkward.
"We were just, uh… exercising."
Enji's eyes narrowed into slits. Silence hung in the air before he finally declared, "I want your BMW."
Haruto blinked. "Hah?"
"There's no way in hell I'm using this damned car again," Enji snapped.
"But isn't this SUV your favorite?" Haruto countered. "I mean, I've got a family of four, so I'm more comfortable with—"
"Just do what I said!"
"Fine, chi—"
"Don't you dare tell me to chill! I AM CHILL!" Enji fumed, throwing open the passenger door.
"I waited for two hours, Haruto. Two. Fucking. Hours. I'm the victim here! And my car too!"
Haruto winced as Enji climbed in, fuming. Kikuchi and Arataki had already made themselves comfortable in the back, highly entertained by the whole ordeal.
With a resigned sigh, Haruto rolled down the windows and opened the sunroof, letting the wind carry away the lingering scent of sex as he started driving toward Ayaka's home.
Embarrassment gnawed at him. 'I wanna die.'
'But then again… I've done it in so many public places already.'
He shook his head. 'Just… forget this ever happened.'
Except he knew.
He knew he'd never forget.
And neither would his damn friends.