CHAPTER 4: Three Requests
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"If you don't want to die, you should know not to do this."
"I... I'm burning up... Handsome guy, do you have any medicine... can you give it to me?" Even though she was almost losing her senses, she still recognized the person before her—none other than the handsome racer of her dreams.
"You're annoying," he said as he stood up, causing the person on his lap to fall hard onto the flat ground with a thud.
"Ow~" the girl cried out in pain, her eyes fixed on Joshua's broad back, refusing to look away. She slowly got up and walked over to embrace him from behind.
"Please help me, I'm suffering... I'm so hot... everywhere." Her small hands began to caress his firm, six-pack-covered abdomen. She bit her lip lightly, unaware of her actions.
"If you don't want to die, keep your distance from me," Joshua said, tilting his head to address Farin, whose hands were now sliding down to the edge of his jeans.
"I... I'm so hot... please help me," she pleaded, now at her limit. Sweat poured down her face despite the air conditioning in the room. Her legs trembled so much she could barely stand.
"How exactly do you want me to help you, hmm?" Joshua turned to face Farin, even as her slender arms loosely encircled his waist.
A sly smile spread across his handsome face. His large hand brushed the damp strands of hair away from her sweet face to see her. Her eyes were big and doll-like, her nose perfectly suited to her oval face, and her full pink lips were temptingly kissable.
Looking closely, he had to admit this silly girl was quite pretty and cute, but he wasn't the type to be easily swayed by women, especially not by someone as simple-minded as her.
"Mmm~" Just as the young mafioso gently stroked her ear—every woman's weak spot—Farin let out a soft moan, entranced by his tantalizing touch.
"Heh..." Joshua smirked before sliding his fingers down her slender neck, across her chest, and stopping at her flat stomach, pulling Farin out of her dreamy state.
"I... I want that again," she said with a trembling voice, her large eyes gazing up at him with longing as she moved closer to his tall frame, her thighs brushing against him through his jeans.
"....."
"C-can I have more?" She gripped the hem of his black shirt tightly, biting her lip as she gazed at the muscular chest that peeked through.
"Then, would you be willing to trade your innocence?" the young mafioso asked, using his fingertip to tilt her chin up toward him. Her beautiful eyes flickered with uncertainty as she looked at the handsome face of her dream racer, seemingly hesitating at his question.
"...."
"If you want to stop suffering, you'll have to agree."
"R-really? Will I stop feeling this heat?"
"It's up to you whether you're willing to give your first time to a guy you just met."
"It's just the first time... it... it probably doesn't mean much."
"Are you sure you're willing to give your first time to me?" Joshua asked again.
If she refused to let him proceed, he would let her go. But if she insisted on having him do it so she could stop suffering from the effects of the sedative... he was willing to help.
Joshua took Farin by the hand and led her into the bedroom adjacent to his office, locking the door behind them. This room was inaccessible to outsiders as the door could only be opened with a code.
He pushed the young girl to lie flat on the large bed, her beautiful eyes fixed on him as he unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, maintaining eye contact throughout.
Joshua stood looking at Farin's fair, radiant body before tossing his dark shirt aside and coming down to straddle her.
"You can still change your mind, kid," he said while unbuttoning her dress one button at a time, revealing the white bra that held her ample chest.
"Does it hurt a lot?" she asked.
"You'll have to see for yourself because the pain of having s*x is different for everyone," he replied.
"And... what if I don't do it?" she asked.
"If you can withstand the sedative your awful friend spiked your drink with, then you don't have to do it. I don't like forcing women for my pleasure," he said before stepping away from her. He opened the bedside drawer to grab a cigarette, then headed to the balcony.
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