DEADLY VIRGIN

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“DARA CEO OF DARA ENTERPRISE FOUND DEAD…

The color drained off my face as I looked at Dara's smiley face on the front page.

He looked so peaceful in the picture the writer used for the story, yet that was not how I remembered him.

According to the writer, he was found dead in his home in Toul Kork, which is the richest area in Phnom Penh City.

His fifty-three-year-old cleaner found him this morning around 9am when she went cleaning.

According to the writer, the cleaner was traumatized and was rushed to the hospital by the police after taking her statement.

There was also a picture of the cleaner at the hospital in the corner of the paper.

It seems the writer is eager to capture the reader's attention with every little detail of the story.

My eyes went back to Dara's smiley eyes, and I tuned off everything in my surroundings.

Those eyes looked lifeless, just like I remembered yesterday night.

My eyes looked glassy as I looked into a memory that should have stayed forgotten.

A memory of Dara, the most powerful man in between my legs, with his 3.96-inch d**k buried in my p***y.

A memory of the symphony of his panting.

A memory of his moaning and grinding of his skin against mine.

A memory of a perfect moment of weakness.

A memory where I looked at Dara with nothing but the goal to end his life.

Flashback……

Tick… Tock…, Tick…. Tock….

That noisy wall clock was all forgotten.

I felt a spasm on Dara's d**k as he thrusted in my core.

It began to flow through him, and he was brimming in orgasm spasms.

He was in the moment of pleasure.

He was immersed in the pinnacle and joy of great s*x and the satisfaction of deflowering a virgin.

He didn't notice the gun until it was too late.

I doubt he even noticed the bullet that landed in his head.

To be shot in the head with your own gun in the middle of an orgasm is not something I will wish for, not even for my worst enemy, but Dara was a mark, not an enemy.

Hahaha. Now I sound like a hypocrite.

Do I feel sorry for him? Hell no!

He is my first solo job, and it is either his head or mine, and I love my head more.

The moment he took me to his house with the intention of deflowering me, to me, he was f*****g on borrowed time.

According to my uncle, there is nothing like coincidence in this business.

You either create the opportunity to erase your mark or die waiting for God to create one for you.

The house may be his safe haven, but it became my hunting ground the moment I stepped into it.

All the kisses I gave him were to distract him from the positions I placed his gun and clothes.

I kissed him shyly while I took off his shirt and threw it near the bed.

I kissed him while I removed the holster with his gun in it.

I strategically panicked when I placed his gun on the lamp table near the bed because I needed him to believe I was scared of guns.

I remembered how he held me and kissed me, saying, "Sweetie, don't be scared of that tiny and lifeless gun; I have a bigger one in my pants ready to enter and devour your tight p***y".

I blushed shyly and kissed him to make him forget where the gun was placed.

It was no coincidence that we were closer to the bed lamp table when he was f*****g me.

I moved coquettishly and shyly until I was within arm's reach of the gun.

A little whimper…

A little "it hurts"…

A little drop of tears...

And a little strategic blushing can lead a man high on euphoria to follow an open and wide spread p***y to the lion's den.

There is no luck but meticulous planning.

The moment I took his Glock 43X MOS gun and pulled the trigger three times within a second, I watched as he dropped on top of me, lifeless.

I could feel the spams still racking his body.

I raised my head and watched as the blood flowed from his open head unto my breast and abdomen.

His d**k was still buried within my core, and I felt something liquid that I knew is definitely not blood poured into my core.

Shit! His semen flowed into my core.

At this moment, I found myself wondering if it was his orgasm that was causing his body to spasm or it was a side effect of being shot in the head.

Well, I guess I will never know.

I pushed Dara's body onto the bed, finally sliding his d**k out of my p***y.

I was covered in his blood. I picked up my shoe and walked to his bathroom.

I put on the shower, washed all the blood, and the unwanted love bites off my skin.

I took his lemon-scented shampoo and took a one-hour bath.

Standing in the bathroom, I put on the steamer and waited for the temperature to rise.

I closed my eyes and dropped my cloaking.

I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror to see my Sapphire color eyes.

Normally with my cloaking on, my eyes are Amethyst color, and it helps to bring out my charms.

However, right now, I do not need charm.

What I need right now is my virginity back…..for my code name, is the deadly virgin…