Novelistá (Park Jimin Fanfiction)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

(+) mild mature content

As I waited for Aleyna to finish, I decided to read the update after preparing things for the movie marathon. I clicked the story Merciless Love and tapped the 'read', immediately popping the last chapter I got before scrolling to the side.

MERCILESS LOVE

Chapter 57

A groan escaped my throat, as I pounded inside the woman underneath me, feeding her up with my frustrations, anger and hatred I have for myself while she was oblivious about it.

Or does she?

Yesterday, has been stressful for me to the point where I almost killed the woman underneath me while we had s*x in the bathroom's stall. I suddenly felt the urge to kill again, have my hands wrapped around someone's neck, maybe a gun pointed at their head or maybe a knife stabbed on their chests but gladly, I controlled myself before I could actually kill the woman.

Days passed by, and I've always wandered around the places and stalked my supposed to be next victim. Even thinking of ways on how to seduce her, make her mine, and at the end of our love story, kill her. But the timing hasn't been by my side lately as her husband would show up along with their child.

Hence everything, at least I did my first move already. That is to accidentally spill coffee on her shirt—just like I planned. And that happened a day after that obsessive girl—the woman underneath me, and I had s*x.

My charms always worked like that. Women falling in love with me while I pretended to do the same. And them falling even more in love when I take them out on dates and beings a sweet boyfriend to them.

Whatever their ideal type of boyfriend—a man of their dream will be what I pretend to be.

"J-Jaemin," She cried out in pleasure, hands on my back and leaving painful scratch marks there as I continue thrusting deep inside her, grunting at the same time.

"s**t—" She gasped when I hit the right spot, arching her back as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her lips parted, letting out inaudible moans. "T-There!"

I continue to thrust inside her, hitting the spot over and over again without any rest. "You like that huh?"

She purred at the pleasure overwhelming her entire body along with rhythymic grunts escaping her plump lips.

"Come inside me," She whimpered, legs trembled at the gratification I'm giving her while her hands wrapped around my neck this time. "I'm on pills."

I nodded, groaning and followed by low inaudible moans as the feeling in my stomach started building up before thrusting in animalistic pace to reached my climax.

"s**t—I'm coming." Muffled moans and groans into her neck before releasing every drop inside her.

I collapse on top of her as she panted heavily, chest rising up and down while my face snuggled her breast. She started giving strokes to my hair locks, giving it a small pat and gliding her hand along with my hair.

Niña was her name, and surely, she became so obsessed with me after the little s*x we had that night.

Every single day nor minute—she wouldn't leave her hands on mine. She was so desperate that she waited everyday for me at that café after the s*x. She thought that she would see me there waiting and stalking the same 40 year old woman knowing that the one I stalked has the shop as her favourite shop.

And then, we met there eventually. It took her at least 3 days to wait.

When we finally met each other, things got wild between the two of us—having s*x here and there. And she wasn't joking when she said about her being obsessed.

It's funny and ridiculous how she tried her best to provoke me by letting me be jealous over the woman I stalked, for me to let out my frustrations by having rough s*x with her. And it really worked—she is annoying.

It has been a month since we have been like this, and also a month of stalking my 6th victim.

And this woman underneath me, might be my 7th victim.

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"Why is it that Mr. Chim's getting dirty?" I mumbled under my breath, thinking about Mr. Chim writing a lot of smut these days.

"Dude," Aleyna walked in the living room out of nowhere, putting the pizza and drinks down on the table. "Mr. Chim is a legendary smut writer!"

I burst out laughing at her words—totally forgetting about my real situation. This is why I love being with my best friend, she never fail to always makes me smile no matter what.

"I mean, these days, his updates are all smuts." I giggled, wiping the tear that rolled off my eyes. "It's not like I'm complaining."

"It's not like you're not used to it." She chuckled, mocking me as she sat down and I followed, sitting beside her before grabbing the blanket.

"I mean, his 5th victim died when they were having s*x, don't tell me it'll be the same?" I scoffed, wrapping ourselves with the blanket and started cuddling.

"Why are you saying that?" She asked, mumbling and wrapping her arm around me while the other gripping the pizza.

"Jaemin here has been having s*x with the 6th victim a lot." I pouted, the feeling of jealousy suddenly hit me.

As a book lover, of course I get crushes over fiction characters too.

"Are you jealous over a character?" Aleyna looked at me, raising her eyebrows.

"I am." I groaned, snuggling her chest. "So what?"

"Well," Aleyna trailed off, eyes focusing back on the television. "I must say that maybe Mr. Chim wrote Jaemin's victim as a s*x addict."

I nodded, remembering the book about having his first victim as a mentally ill person. I was so giddy about the book and excitement filled me when I read the first chapter.

It was about him seducing a mentally ill person—not just that, but a bipolar heiress whose father owned a company name Klein Coor. I must say, Jaemin did get something and got benefited from her.

Ever since the story got published, that book eventually became my source of happiness, and my Auntie would always scold me for getting addicted over it. That's why she sent me to the church in the first place—for doing an immoral act towards God that I've read a lot of sinful things.

I never regretted loving Mr. Chim's books.