Cyra Must Become a Villain

Chapter Seventeen

There’s something weird with Jaycee today. He’s unbelievably needy, constantly touching her skin, hugging her from behind and making sure she feels him hard. She thought he might want to do what they usually do, but instead today, it was something more.

Umaga pa lang at kapapasok pa lang nilang dalawa sa banyo upang maligo’y naghubad agad ng saplot si Jaycee. He did the same thing to her, he helped on gently removing her clothes, down to her underwear. When she’s stark naked, he makes their bodies touch. His d**k was on his hand, already hard and heavy, and he was grazing its tip on her bare privates, as if to tease her.

Binuhat siya nito at dinala sa tapat ng shower. Pinihit nito ang bukasan at bumuhos sa katawan nila ang malakas na ulan.

Ipinagpatuloy ni Jaycee ang naudlot nilang romansahan. Pinadikit nito ang kanyang likuran sa pader at hinuli ng bibig nito ang kanyang labi. Dalawang braso nito’y nakabakod sa magkabilang gilid ng kanyang katawan.

Ang malamig na buhos ng tubig ay nadaig ng init ng kanilang pagmamahalan. Bawat patak nito’y parang banal na tubig na lumilinis ng kanilang kaluluwa. Hindi alam ni Cyra ang tunay na dahilan kung bakit patuloy na ginagawa ito ni Jaycee sa kanya. Inisip niyang marahil ay para makalimot. Ilang linggo na rin kasi ang nakalipas nang mapatay niya si Craig, at nang minsan siyang tanungin ni Jaycee kung binabangungot pa ba siya, tila ito ang kanyang naging tugon.

As he prepared her on his possible entry, he whispered directly on her ear, “Kapag narinig mo akong nagsalita, umungol ka lang ha?”

It sounded weird and a bit inappropriate, but since Cyra has little to no experience on this, she shrugged and let the doubt slide. “Okay.”

He smiled and kissed her.

Using his hand as a guide, he slowly pushed himself in. Napapikit nito si Cyra at napakapit sa dibdib ng binata. The feeling of having a part of her slowly being teared apart reminded her of the assault she experienced before. She dug her nails at him in response.

“Did that hurt?” sabi nito.

Napadilat siya at natulala nang maalalang si Jaycee nga pala ang kaharap. Her fears faded into air. Umiling siya. “Sige lang. Huwag mo akong intindihin.”

“Are you sure? We could stop this.”

“No. Don’t… stop.” Ibinaba niya ang kamay pakapit sa ari ni Jaycee, at siya mismo ang nag-udyok dito na ipasok iyon.

Kumapit si Jaycee sa kanya at itinulak pang lalo ang sarili. With every inch making it inside, he’d pause and let Cyra breathe, and then he’d continue. What’s making this too hard to do was that he’s incredibly hard. He’d never been this hard in his life. And it even felt growing even bigger as he penetrated her.

Cyra pulled her stomach in. She never once experience this kind of sensation. Walang-wala ito kumpara sa ginagawa niyang paglaro sa sarili niya kahit pa kuha mismo ng yelo niya ang hugis at haba ng kay Jaycee. Today it felt like he exceeded her expections. She felt as if she’s gonna burst wide open, but then the fact that he’s finally inside her had brought a strange frenzy.

Her legs wobbled with every push of his body, her back sliding against the slippery tiled walls. Mabagal man ang bawat galaw ni Jaycee ngunit meron itong diin, na para bang nais talaga nitong ipadama sa kanya ang bawat bugso ng damdamin. She sucked in her lips and never minded the pain because she believed she needed it.

Her mind was travelling places which is why Jaycee’s words didn’t register at her at the first try.

Nanumbalik na lamang ang kanyang diwa nang tawagin siya nito.

There’s a short prickle of fear na baka imahinasyon lang pala ang nangyayari sa pagdilat ng kanyang mata, ngunit nang luminaw ang kanyang paningin, totoo ito. Konektado pa rin ang kanilang katawan.

“Bakit?” sabi niya.

Jaycee leaned his face at her. “There’s a reason why I chose this place.” His voice was a bit deeper than usual. “Iyon ay para hindi nila tayo marinig.”

Nang halikan nito ang kanyang tainga’y kinonsidera niya ang mga nasabi nito bilang pampakilig. Dumaloy ang init sa kanyang pisngi at nayuko.

But there was something out of place from his words na ngayon lang niya napagtanto.

“Nila?” sabi niya.

Baka namali lang ito ng sabi? Isa lang naman ang tamang salitang pwede niyang sabihin. Hindi nila, kundi niya—dahil isa lang naman ang kasama nila sa bahay, at iyon ay si Tita Rosanna.

She waited for him to correct himself, but he was just focused on making love to her. He grasped his breasts, while his other hand hooked one of her legs to yank her in.

Matagal-tagal din itong hindi sumagot kaya inisip na lang niyang baka namali lang talaga ito ng sabi.

Pero ilang sandali ay bumulong muli ito sa kanya.

“Oo, nila,” sabi nito. “Matagal na nila tayong ino-obserbahan, Cy. Matagal ka nang nasa ilalim ng isang test.”