A Sweet Revenge to a Womanizer

Third Person's POV: "Kairus, please stay still," Ria said as she helped Kairus up the stairs. He was so inebriated that he nearly killed people in the bar. It's a good thing Ria arrived to prevent her boyfriend from fighting. Kairus was unable to accept what was going on around him. His family's life became chaotic when a news spread that his family was responsible for the Claveria family's murder, which he did not even recognize. The only thing he knew was that they were his father's political adversaries. However, that was a long time ago. He is still conscious, he was not too affected by the alcohol. However, he believes that his entire body is weak as a result of the emotions he is experiencing right now. "There," Ria ordered Kairus to sit on his bed while she remained standing in front of him. "What is your problem, and why did you fight?" "They defamed my family, Ria," he said, his voice trembling with rage. . "I know, okay? But what you did only tarnished your family's name even more." When she noticed that he wasn't responding she sat down on the bed beside him to comfort him. "Calm down, babe." Kairus turned to face her and stared. He looked Ria in the eyes, intently. Until he looked down at her lips. When she noticed his face slowly approaching her, she swallowed in nervousness until he felt his lips kissing her. That was just a short and soft kiss, that's what she thought. One of Kairus' hands remained on her cheek but it suddenly moved downwards. He reached over and touched his finger very delicately to the edge of one of her dress straps, near her collarbone, but instead of pushing it down and off her shoulder as she thought he would, he ran his finger slowly along the upper edge of her bra in front and then traced it all the way down around the bottom. She watched his face while he did this. He kissed her again, but this time it's aggressive. She arched against him when he moved his hand down to her breast. Two fingers worked inside her, a little uncomfortable but nothing I couldn’t handle. Not so long as he kept his mouth on her, lavishing her breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and her eyes rolled back into her head. He slowly pushed her down on the bed and removed her clothes one by one. She was now naked, while he was still wearing his pants and clothes, had no intention of undressing. He is just being carried away by his emotions and he needs to release them. He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds-raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he’d told her to do. He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against him, her legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing. He kissed her again on her lips down to her neck and collarbone. But he suddenly stopped when he noticed something strange there. "W-why did you stop?" He ignored Ria's question, he kept staring at her chest. Couldn't believe what he was seeing. He slightly closed his eyes and opened them again, thinking he was just hallucinating. He looked up at her face as if he was making sure that the person in front of him was really his girlfriend. "W-why are you staring?" He returned his gaze to her chest. He can't figure out why Ria doesn't have a scar on her chest anymore. He wasn't hallucinating, Ria had a scar on her chest and he was sure about that. So he's perplexed as to why he can't see it now. Did I have just s*x with someone who is not my girlfriend? That's the question running through his mind right now. He left from lying on her then turned back while slowly massaging the bridge of his nose. "Kairus what happened, are you --" "Who are you?" he asked weakly to the woman behind him, uncertain of her identity.