Mikleo 1

2.5

“By the way, what are your plans after this? Do you even have places to go to?” Sorey asks, again with the overly concern tone for someone he has not know for more than a few days.

“I’ll be gathering more information about his whereabouts. I will also need a new plan, since now he will remember my face and my intentions.” Though how she can manage the latter part, she has no idea.

“If that is the case, why don’t I share some of the things we have gathered with you?” Alisha offers.

“Really? But in the city, they are putting gold pricing on any information, especially about Lunarre. Even then, not all the information is that clear. I don’t think I can afford the price you will be giving me, Princ— I mean Knight Alisha,” she says uncertainly.

“Nonsense, I am not charging you even for a single bronze. Besides, you are now my friend. Call me Alisha,” she orders.

“But—”

“No buts. you want the information, don’t you?” Nayla simply nods. “Then you will have to call me by my name only.”

“Alright then, Alisha,” she smiles at the princess-s***h-knight. She has a little bit of a bossiness in her as well, and Nayla thinks she likes that about the other girl.

“I think it would be great if we can stop Lunarre as well. He has been causing trouble all over the kingdom for a while now,” Lailah admits, “But I am not sure about killing him. It sounds . . . unethical.”

“Well then, what do you suggest?” Edna questions the Fire seraph. “It is not like we can imprison him. We tried that before, didn’t we? But the guy is just too slippery for his own good to stay locked in.”

“And if we simply do nothing, only more chaos will ensue. The guy moves fast too. We need a plan to outsmart him somehow.” This is the first time Nayla hears a new voice. Has there always been nine of them, instead of eight? If so, she really hasn’t hear this last person spoke before.

“Oh right, you haven’t heard him speak before,” Sorey says, noticing the surprise in her eyes. “Let me complete the introduction.” He gestures at the space between Rose and Alisha. “The guy that just spoke is Dezel, a Wind seraph. He is Rose’s Sub Lord. He does not talk much, which is why you haven’t heard him up until just now.”

Then he points to himself. “My name is Sorey, and I was raised in a village of seraphs, hence why I can see them for as long as I can remember. I am a Shepherd, and Mikleo is my Sub Lord.”

“Mikleo is a Water seraph. He is also my childhood best friend. And believe it or not, he also used to be human, but that was awhile ago when he was just a child, so he doesn’t have that many memories of it.”

And Nayla is like, what? But the guy is so arrogant! He acts so high and mighty, and she thinks that is all because he is a seraph. A natural born seraph. She would never guess in a million years that he used to be human.

“Excuse me?” Nayla exclaims at the same time as Mikleo yells out to his friend, “You don’t need to tell her that!”

“Why? What’s wrong with that?” Sorey responds with a light tone still. “Besides, we are all becoming friends anyway, so I don’t see the reason why we can’t.”

Nayla hears the sound of a palm to the forehead, along with Mikleo muttering under his breathe, “Still as honest as ever,” or something along that line.

“Alisha and Rose, you already know.” The girls nod. Sorey then gestures at the empty air, most probably where the other seraphs are.

“Lailah is a Prime Lord, and she is also a Fire seraph. Edna’s is Earth, and Zaveid is also Wind. That should be all, I supposed.”

“Then, it should be fair that I also introduce myself properly.” Nayla gives a polite ladylike bow, one that she knows will annoy Mikleo at some point. “My name is Nayla, and I am a human. I have a little bit of martial arts skills, though I am sure that it is close to nothing compared to you guys.” I travel to kill my mother’s murderer. She does not say the last part.

“Nah, don’t sell yourself short. Who knows? Maybe you might be able to put up a fight with some of us.” Rose circles an arm around the girl, and she feels closer to the pink haired girl already. Speaking about her, Nayla remembers what her Sub Lord, Dezel, says just before.

“Anyway, I did have some plans before. But after meeting him, I know that I need more than I have to defeat him,” the chocolate brown haired girl says.

“Don’t worry. You’ve got us to help you now.” Somehow, she can feel Zaveid winking at him with confidence, and she chuckles at that. The others give her confirmation nods as well.

“Thanks, guys!”

For once in awhile, Nayla does not feel like she is carrying all the burden by herself only.

. . . . .

After the events at the balcony, each of them start an early packing and preparing, while Nayla and Alisha are busy surveying files of information. The good thing is, Nayla has some reading skills, despite coming from a small distant village. There are some words that she is not familiar with yet, and the knight princess is more than happy to assist the traveler.

“How long have you guys been fighting this guy?” Nayla asks her, not lifting her eyes from the script in her hands.

“I’m not really sure. I encountered him not long after I met Sorey when I ventured into his seraph village, so most probably around a year ago or so,” Aliah answers.

“And you guys couldn’t defeat him? Not even once?” The edge of Nayla’s tone is sharper than she intends it to be, sounding rather accusing.

“We know that this sounds like an excuse, but we really tried.”

“While you guys were at that, he was killing people left and right. Villages to villages. Do guys are aware of that, right? When I was making my journey here, informants have confirmed some of his killings. Maybe they are accurate, maybe they are not. But can we really let him go loose like this for much longer than it already is? Do you know how many years he has been murdering people? Almost two decades.”

Nayla can not help but to clench onto the hold she has on the paper, but careful enough not to tear it apart. There is a lot of wrath in her, trapped ever since her mother’s death. Few years ago, she would never have thought that she would ever be this close to the murderer, much less finding him. Still, just when she thought she is a step closer to accomplishing her goal, he slips off. He is like an eel, too slippery to be captured. And how does one capture an eel?

“I know, I’m sorry,” Alisha keeps apologizing, feeling partially responsible, especially since she is in the power to remove threads such as him. She should be able to do it, but Lunarre has skills beyond any normal enemy they have encountered. Not only is he an evolved hellion, but he is also very tricky.

“Do you know how to catch an eel?” the other girl suddenly asks, catching the knight princess in surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“By the rivers, the fishermen from my villages use baits, nets, and cages. There are not many fishermen in the area, because the river is not that vast by the current. It’s also quite far from my home, but I make sure to pay attention when I can. But can any of these tools be used to catch? No, they would need some good baits, sturdy nets, and firmly built cages.”

“So, are you saying that we should find the baits for him? Like what motivates him?”

That one is quite an easy answer already.

“Mayhem,” they speak at the same time.

“Nayla, you’re a genius! I can’t believe we haven’t thought of that before. Then again, it might be because we have not pursued him as hard and determined as you have,” Alisha praises the girl.

“It’s okay. I’m sure you guys have a lot on your plates already. Besides, I am only figuring out what seems obvious, but blinded by first glance,” Nayla humbly says.

“No, this is a big progress. Come on, we’ve gotta tell the rest. Oh Nayla, are you okay?” Alisha asks, detecting the girl’s slowly closing eyelids.

“Yes, just a bit tired. Who knows that turning into a malevolent really drains you dry.”

“You should get some rest. Let me inform the others.”

“Are you sure? Won’t that be too much trouble to be managed alone?”

“Not at all. Besides, I practically run this place. They have to listen to me if they want to stay,” the blonde says confidently, before laughing off. “Now off you go. Get some good night rest. Look at the time. It’s late already! No wonder you look so washed out.” The knight princess pushes the brunette off the study room, urging her towards her guestroom.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Nayla replies sleepily, before yawning out loud.

Alisha already closes the door behind her when Nayla hears Mikleo speaking. “And to think you can’t be any unladylike,” he comments.

“Not now, Mikleo. I’m too tired to argue.” Nayla makes another huge yawn escape from her lips again. This time, she is not even going to get upset. She is just . . . going to . . . her room . . .

The girl only takes a couple of steps, before she feels the palace corridor titling. Her eyes spin, before a pair of strong hands catch her, inches before colliding to the brick floor.

“Hey, get it together,” he tells her.

“No . . . too tired . . .” Now that she has finally figured out where to direct her plan, her might feels weak, ready to take a break. How long has it been since she had a really good night sleep? It feels like forever ago. She spends her daily routine practising, training and working. There was no resting.

When the girl feels like she is slipping off balance again, her arms lift up to wrap around whatever she can reach, even though it turns out to be Mikleo. She can feel his body stiffen against her, but she just can not give a care anymore. She just wants to get some rest.

Leaning her head against a hard chest, she nuzzles her face to something warm and delicate.

. . . . .

In her dream, Nayla is playing with kids like her. And although she knows that she gets along with many, only two in particular stick to her. They are both boys. One has short brown hair, just like her. He looks so much like her, they could have been siblings. But instead of brown eyes like her, he has curious emerald green. The other boy has white hair with blue highlights by the ends. His eyes are in the purple flowers, close to a lavender shade.

The three of them often play around by the river, where the bright haired boy will display his power for controlling the water. He is playful enough to often pull pranks on them, especially her. One time he makes her think that a snake is slithering in between her legs by waving water against her skin when she is not looking. At another time, he will simply pour cold water on her, catching her off guard in unexpected places, like when they were sitting on top of a hill, or when they are too distracted by the afternoon scenery.

It irks her sometimes when this particular boy acts so mischievously. It almost reminds her of a certain irritable boy in her current life, though she does not allow it to spoil her mood. Overall, she is having a nice dream.

Though really, where has she seen these boys before? They look so awfully mundane, especially the brown haired. It is not just because he looks like her real life friend, but also because this certain nagging familiarity that keeps bothering her from the back of her consciousness. It feels as if she has met them before, but when? And where?

Just as sudden as the recognition passes her mind, it is gone in an instant. This is merely a dream after all. Why does she have to think so much about it? Besides, it is rare for her to not have a nightmare. She shall just enjoy it as best as she can. She will probably forget about all of this by the time she wakes up, anyway.

The two boys are pulling her back towards the village now. It is nighttime, and the stars above them twinkle like glitter. Nayla sees her mother again, and her little self rushes towards her, jumping into her mother’s embrace like the little kid this version of her is. The villagers look lively. They are having a huge campfire, where they are roasting on the catch they have gathered earlier that day. Today will be another great feast.

Adult men and women dance around the fire to burn their excess energy, their arms and legs moved by their spirits. It is a fun and festive celebration. Nayla feels like she knows these people well enough to understand what they do and each of their function in the village, more or less. She also knows that these people are seraphs, and that each of them has their own unique elemental powers. They also tend to display their control over these elements whenever they become too happy.

That is how the life in this small but peaceful village is. They wake up in the far morning, work hard by day until noon, then have great feasts by nighttime. It is the same routine everyday, but Nayla believes that she is experiencing a new adventure all the time. She likes this bright and colorful world — does one even dream in color? She likes it even more because her mother is still alive in this version. The girl feels like she can stay in here forever, and that will have been just fine.

Alas, all good things have to come to an end. Her dream fades. She tries to hold on to it so badly, but the semblance cruelly slips through her fingers, uninfluenced by her attempts. Her head is mentally shaken, before she is rudely awoken by the blinding light of sunrise.

What the heck? Nayla is disorientated from the sudden interruption, before gravity allows her to feel the weight. It it not just her body that feels excessively heavy. Something else is also holding her down, making her sink and tangled with the hard objects. The brunette opens her eyes, forcing herself to see despite being overwhelmed with the sleepiness. The first quick glance she gets is the white covers. The second time, she starts to see glimpses of fabric patterns she is not familiar with. The third time, however a charm it is, what she sees when she turns around makes her citrine orbs widen in surprise.

Her gaze follows to his half transparent body. She can definitely spot a white, bluish mob resting on the pillow resting beside hers. Most of his face is hidden in between the twisted sheets that cover them, but she can definitely see snow white skin peeking from the gaps. He wears an embroidered blue coat, lying across the bed side by side against her body. In fact, he is so close as she can sense the warm fog of his exhales against the nape of her neck.

A bulky arm gather around her waist, seemingly the only thing that is keeping her down. Nayla tries to move away, only to have the hold tighten on her. She lets out a surprise gasps when she feels her body being yanked backwards until her back collides against the hard body, this time with proximity that is even closer than when she discovers them.

Who is this guy? Why is he sleeping beside her? How did this even happen in the first place? She does not remember much what happened the night before. She was so sleepy, she was ready to collapse on the spot . . . or did she? But how did she even end up in the same room she found herself in just the day before? Or is this even the next day?

Nayla wiggles around the strong-hold, but the arm persistently keeps her in place. She shifts left and right, trying to lose the pressure from her back, only to be hit by something even harder. This time, the limp goes in between her backside, the hard edge nuzzling just right up her back entrance. The guy is holding her so tightly, she can feel her buttcheeks spreading so far apart from the pull. She yelps in protest, but the guy is just too strong. He seems to still be too deep in his sleep, to even take notice of what is really going on.

The girl panics. She is still a virgin in every sense of the word. The thought of being this close to a guy baffles her, especially when they are in such a dangerous position. Her heart hammers in her chest. Sweat accumulates on her back and palm. Her eyes blink fast as the direness of the situation sinks in. No! This is unacceptable! She can not allow this to continue on.

“L-let go of me!” she demands, pulling at the arm around her. Thankfully it abides, letting go of her waist . . . only to wrap itself around her chest next! Her breath is caught in her throat when she feels the arm drapes over her sides, watching as the hand takes a good rest nesting over one of her boobs. And just when she thinks it is already bad enough, the palm squeezes, weighing the firmness underneath.

She lets out an earsplitting scream.

The good news is, that is all it takes for the hand to let go of her. The person behind her is waking up now, groaning from the disruption. The bad news is, his hips are still digging into her, and she can feel the hardness against her butt moving . . . twitching? She does not dare to imagine, only wanting to get as far away as possible from the source.

“You’re too loud,” he groans hoarsely in a complaint. “What has gotten into you?” he asks, as if nothing has happened.

“What is up with me?” she echoes with an unbelievable tone. “You are what is up! Against by butt! H-how dare you, entering a maiden’s room, taking advantage of her while she was unconscious!” she boldly accuses.

“Taking advantage? Are you kidding me? You were the one who dragged me onto the bed. Don’t you remember what happened last night?”

“W-what did happen last night?” she asks in fear for the worst. “And most of all, who are you?”

The question rings like a slap to his face. That is when he really jerks himself to full awareness. His eyes bolt in surprise, taking in her appearance up and down, before dipping the bed by leaning in closer to the girl.

“You can see me?”

“Well, of course I can. Only half-way though, but that’s not the point! Why are you on my bed? And just what do you think you are doing in here?” she hastily demands.

“Don’t you recognize me? It’s me, Mikleo.” His tone remains indifference, but his answer really makes her take another good look at him. This white-blue haired, smooth skinned, almost angelic looking of a boy is . . . the perv!?

“Are you kidding me?” she exclaims in eluded disbelievement. What has become of this world? How can the universe allow someone so rude and arrogant to have such a — dare she says it? — beautiful appearance? This is preposterously unfair.

“Why? Were you expecting more? Like a deranged face? With horns and fangs?” he asks teasingly, as if reading her thoughts. She can only throw him an outlandish scowl as his smirk turns even wider. Nayla can not help but having her heart beats faster. He just looks incredible attractive with that smile playing on his lips. Those pink lips look so soft and inviting, she can not help but wonder how they will feel like . . . How they will taste like . . . Wait, why is she even thinking about this guy?

Shaking her head off, Nayla tries to focus on the more important matter. Like the fact that this is not the first time he is on the same room as her. Or that he is currently on her bed. They probably had slept together like this. But why?

“You haven’t answered my question,” she states.

“Does it even matter?”

Nayla breathes in angrily. “And what are you even waiting for? Get out of my room!”

“Woah, calm down, okay? Which is it? Do you want me to talk? Or do you want me to leave?” he asks with amusement twinkling in those gorgeous purple eyes. But like hell is she admitting that out loud. She would rather stay quiet forever than having to boost his ego, when his is already as high as it is.

“It doesn’t matter. Just leave!” she says, blocking his sight from her state of undressed with her arms, her body growing hotting from having his eyes on him. That proves to be the wrong move to do, because the gesture only draws his attention even more to her. Those deep amethyst orbs illuminate with newfound interest when he sees just how uncomfortable their body shifts in place under those trained set of eyes.

“W-what are you looking at?” Nayla stutters nervously. She is only wearing a thin layer of her underdress, which she does not even realize until it is already too late. The dreading question hums in her head. Did he remove her clothes? Because if he did, she is going to kill this p*****t, endangered race or not.

“It looks even better up close,” he strums appreciatively, half-way distracted.

“W-what is?”

Mikleo, even though still half-way transparent, is still able to evoke nerves on her. He suddenly dares to approach her, crawling in closer until his face is merely inches away from hers. She can feel his warm breath on her face, and Nayla suddenly feels something getting caught on her throat. She does not think she has ever been this close to anyone before, let alone a boy her age. This unexpected proximity is making her nervous, her palm turning sweaty, as well as other areas she is not comfortable mentioning about.

Nayla turns her head to pull away in order to put some good distance between them, but his hand swiftly swipes in and captures her by the side of her face. He directs her to turn back to him, and her skin heats up under his touch. They are so close that she can see just how thick are his eyelashes. His vanilla scent is everywhere, invading the air around her. She feels dizzy, and her heart pumps in her chest so loudly, it sounds almost like a sledgehammer. The girl has no idea what she is doing. She could have just slap his hand away and move away, but she can not bring herself to move somehow. Those eyes of his, no matter if some parts are still transparent, are able to capture her attention so much. She has this unexplainable fear in her mind — afraid that if she looks again just one second, she might not be able to see him anymore. Is this really happening? How comes does he look ever so . . . magnetizing?

The brunette lets out a shaky breathe when he leans in to her right without warning, nuzzling his nose and trailing his lips along her earlobe. Her hands instinctively push against his chest, consciously perceiving the need to put some distance between them. Yet his body remains still, causing her arms to be trapped in between their bodies. She can feel more of his heat radiating from him, and it makes her wants to jump in her skin. What is he planning to do? Why does he suddenly being so close to her? She does not think she can take this torment any longer. But just when she thinks that she is already at her limit, he starts moving his lips against her ear, causing goosebumps to erupt. Her mind goes bedazzled, clouded with fogs of gratified thrill, until she realizes that he is saying something to her.

“. . . say human girl, do you like me?”

What an imprudent question! He dares to get so close to her just to ask such a silly question? “W-what do you think you’re asking? How ridiculous! Why would I— Aahh!” A yelp of surprise raptures from her throat when she senses his hand trifling on her lower back. She has no idea why, but when his palm rest upon her, she feels like she is about to become undone at any given moment.

“No, let go,” she whimpers shakily, but he refuses to listen. He continues by moving his hand up and down over her white dress, rallying her, the sensation forcing her to leans into his for support. Stifled moans escape from her lips in short aspirations, making not only her body convulses ever so slightly, but also unconsciously making her thrust herself against him, creating a friction between them. The impression of his touch is mind-boggling her so much that she can feel something building up inside of her. Her veins burn, and her body aches for this ghostly touch. His hand wanders down, going lower and lower, making her anticipate the contact. His fingers are dangerously close to the start of her butt, teasing, almost mockingly.

If he goes on, she is not sure if her heart can take this anymore.

The girl is trembling, rendered completely under his mercy. Her mind tense cautiously as his fingers brush over her spine, inching lateral by lateral, until they settle on the start of her asscrack. He purposefully pauses just there, she believes, in order to toy with her even more. She has no idea what to think. One part of her wants to scramble the heck off the position, but another, much weaker part of her wishes nothing more than for him to travels lower. She must be sick. That is the only logical explanation to her.

“N-no . . .” she mewls in a pitiful weep. Her body is just so affected by his touch that she can not think straight anymore. The hands on his chest clutch to his coat tightly, trembling devastatingly. He starts moving his hand again, this time biting on her ear at the same time. The sensation is too strong for her body to ignore, and a desperate moan tears out from Nayla’s throat. The sound is so audible that both of them can hear it echoing through the bedroom. It sounds so liberating and carefree, until the brunette realizes what she has just done.

“No . . . no . . . What do you think you are doing?”

“Yes . . . yes . . . I ask you again, do you like me?” Ignoring hers, he repeats the question, his tone clearly amused from witnessing her reaction.

“Why would I—” He grazes her right in between her asscheeks, causing her to hitch in her breath.

“You were saying?”

“Get your hand off me!”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think so.” Must he always defy her? Before she can think too much, his hot mouth starts taking in her earlobe, biting and pulling with newfound hunger. She tries to back away, only to have him pushes her towards him, her aching breasts thrusting up against him. His hand roams bolder, slipping in between her backside through her clothes. She stifles a cry when he gets dangerously close to a place she never thought anyone would venture to.

“Please, no!” she exclaims fiercely.

“Yes, more!” he counters.

“This is so unfair. Why are you punishing me this way? Why have I ever done to you to deserve this?” She can no longer take this pain any longer. Her body is growing even hotter by the second. She feels like she is about to explode at any moment, that she just have to fend out on him.

He suddenly stops, pulls his head away, and looks down into her golden citrine eyes. She is experiencing short breathes and flushed cheeks, no thanks to him. Somehow, the thought of having done this to her pleases him. Mikleo has never consider himself to have such a s******c streak, but something about her is just begging for him to taunt. He wants her panting and pleading upon him. Maybe if he teases her even more, that can be arranged.

Mikleo lowers the hand on her cheek, traveling down to touch her neck. She squirms underneath his touch, and his amethyst eyes twinkle with amusement. She looks so adorable like this, he must admit. Especially they way his face grows warm, hot from his touch. They way those red blush appears on her cheeks. He has to say that it is becoming a very attractive look on her. Serves her right for being rude to him. After all he did last night, he deems that he should at least get a little bit of reward from this.

The girl was wandering aimlessly in the palace corridor when he happened to come across her. She looked so out of it, she practically almost collapsed on the carpet, if it were not thanks to his quick hands. He caught her just in time, only to have her rolled onto him. Her head had taken a rest on his shoulder, her nose dangerously close to his neck. She fell asleep instantly, just like that. It was just too unbelievable that he even tried to wake her up, much to his expense. Eventually, Mikleo decided to do the right thing and carried her to her bedroom. As annoying as she can be, he could not really allow himself to leave a girl lying on some random hall. Besides, she was helping them to defeat Lunarre, their long time enemy. The least he could do was show her some kindness, even though she probably would not realize or know about it, unless he spelled it out for her. But even then, maybe she would not even believe him right away.

Why does the girl has to act so suspecting towards him? Albeit that he has not been entirely friendly to her, but she could have at least acknowledge how many times he has helped her out already. He guesses that attitude of hers is what drove him to pick on her all the time. Even right now, he is tantalizing this girl with his touch. Though he has to admit, it is a nice feeling when she thrusted her chest against him. He could feel just how firm and soft her breasts are, especially when he knows that she wears nothing underneath. If he looks down, he can even peek at her breasts, if he wants to. He is assured that she probably will not even notice, too busy moaning and shaking under the mercy of his hands. She looks so vulnerable and innocently seductive like this that he feels like he can just keep her here, forever remaining sensitive from his touch. The helpless look is a good look on her face. Refreshing compared to her scrowling and uptightness.

He had done what was the gentlemanly to do by placing her onto her bed and stripping off the outer layer of her restricting outfit, in order to allow her muscles to relax. But she just had to provoked him. To top it all off, she pulled him into the bed along, causing him to land on top of her. He tried to release the hold she had around him, but her arms were just too persistent. As a result from struggling against her, her skirt had ridden up. He tried to ignore it, but the longer it kept going on, the higher it was lifted. He tried to push him, but she only pulled harder, causing him to land on top of her body. He could feel the curves of her body that he had not expected before, and the young male tried his best to clear his mind, despite the digging softness that is resting against his rigid body. There was no way he would allow a human to tempt him like so.

He tried to remove her entangled arms from his neck, but it only seemed to make the situation grew worse, as the next thing he knew, her tights were clamping down around him. He could feel her radiation heat from down there, the soft texture of her smooth, sensitive skin teasing him in a way that would probably make any male lost all control. But he were not Zaveid, and Mikleo would behave himself. In the end, he decided to just give up and rested on her bed. It was her fault, anyway. If she were to demand responsibility, he would just turn the blame to her. He did not care whether she would believe him or not. All that was matter was that he knew the truth, and had to went through the hardship himself — no pun intended.

And now that the lewd girl herself has woken up, he will do to her what she did to him last night — teasing her body. Let her get a taste of her own medicine. It is only fair after all, especially when he was woken up several times a night, being forced to go through a couple of hard-ons. She and her legs. Those sexy, hypnotizing legs.

“Punishing you? I was unaware that you are not enjoying this,” he whispers to her ear, causing vibration to travels to her skin. Good, he wants her to feel that way.

“What are you talking about? Of course I am not enjoying this!” she protests in a mewl, sounding like a cat in heat.

“Oh, is that so? Then you would not be bothered if I leave you just like this?” Both hands are suddenly removed from her, causing her body to jerk in surprise. She is so drown in the pleasurable sensations that she had no idea how much she is depending on him, until it is already too late.

“You— you—” the girl shutters unsteadily.

“Me, me. What about me, Nayla?” The way her name rolls out of his tongue causes her to shiver, and the reaction does not miss from his all-seeing eyes. Those amethyst orbs are so fixated on watching her, she might as well practically feeling his eyes on her skin. “Shall I touch you more? Is that what you want?”

She glares at him, throwing a look that says, Are you kidding me?

“You look like you practically want to beg. Shouldn’t you? You were crude even when I am pleasing your body. You have also been very rude to me, even when I have showed the slightest bit of kindness to you. I think that should be a deserving punishment, won’t you say?” He purposefully uses the word since she is so fond of it

“Why would I want to do that?” Nayla is still flushed top to bottom, yet her pride will not allow her to throw herself at him. So what if she was affected? Any other girl in her position would have been so.

“Is that so? Then I’m leaving.” He climbs off the bed without another word, causing her eyes to long on his back, looking lost.

“Wait, you’re going to leave, just like that?” He is just about to open the door, his hand already resting on the handle when she calls out to him.

He glances back towards her. “Isn’t this what you want?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“But what?”

“Don’t think that you’re getting away from this, after all you did you me.”

“Oh really? And what exactly, pray tell, did I do to you?”

“You know what I mean.”

“So what? What are you going to do about it? Are you going to touch me back?”

“You wish! But don’t think that I’m just gonna let this slip by. You—” Her eyes accidentally fall to the front of his pants, widening in fear when she takes notice at how big the strained bulge is. Is he seriously going to walk out with that? He must have noticed it too, right? Wait, why is she concerning herself about him? She should not care.

“What is it? Is there something on my face?” he questions her, pretending not to notice what is the cause of her distress. “Is it my—”

“I don’t want to hear it! Get out of my sight, you big perv!” she screams out, lifting the bedcovers to cover her line of sight.

He smirks at her reaction, and somehow it fuels him to get back to the bed. He climbs on and crawls towards her, causing her to back away with a shriek. “That’s right. I am big,” he whispers to her face. “Do you want to feel just how big I am?”

Gold captured in purple. Nayla can not say anything but stare at him shock with the daring question. She can not believe that this is really happening in her lifetime. She feels so nervous from this proximity, and her heart is beating so rapidly fast that she feels like her face is about to burn from the scorching heat.

But in the last minute, Nayla snaps herself out from the trance, and starts pushing him away with all her might. There is no way that she is giving in to this annoying p*****t!

“In your dreams!” she shouts out, shooing him out from her room. Mikleo leaves for good this time, but not without laughing on his way out, the sound causing her heart to thunders in her ribcage.

Curse the boy! Nayla throws her pillow at the closed door in frustration.

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