Chapter 87: Chapter 87

“Not here, please,” I told him, but he didn’t listen. And because of thick soap lather all over my body, his moves sent erotic waves to my skin, making me yield to his intention.

I closed my hands, feeling his fingers moving downward until they traced over my folds. Then, while one of his hands moved up again to tease my left peak, his other hand also worked on treasure below.

Soon, I was already gasping and biting my lips, trying to hold back myself from moaning. I just felt that even a short yelp that escaped from my mouth would be loud enough to reach Zed’s ears. But after a few seconds of leaving Kim exploring and burrowing into my depths with his tongue, I couldn’t help myself anymore. I moaned as loudly as I could until I felt him squeezing my nectar out of me.

“I’m already free, Jakara,” Kim told me after we ended in bed the fight we had under the shower.

I didn’t reply because the sense of guilt consumed me again. While Zed was talking to a large crowd below my room, I was also indulging in a mind-shattering sexual indulgence.

“You can’t imagine how Maezy reacted when I brought Tim’s suitcases into the house. Tim, on the other hand, almost fainted after I showed how good his performance was in that video.”

I stiffened for a while. What would happen next? I didn’t think Maezy would accept her ordeal peacefully. It wasn’t just about losing a live-in partner but about financial stability. Mr. Yuki may still have supported her, but it’s never as much as what Kim could provide.

“I’m inviting you and Ara to dinner once Ara is out,” Kim said, hugging me from behind. “A dinner with Maezy and dad.”

My heartbeats raced a mile per second right away, wondering what was in Kim’s mind. Why would he want me to be there when it was apparently not a family affair?

“What drama is that? Can you spare me from whatever it is?”

Kim stood up and changed, ignoring my question. “Just be there. And by the way, I would have wanted to stay here with you tonight to celebrate my freedom, but I’m afraid you can’t sleep because Zed is here.”

“So it’s alright if Zed comes here?” I teased him, although I knew I shouldn’t.

“Up to you.”

Kim then pressed his lips on mine before leaving. And before I could change into a new set of clothes, my phone vibrated. As expected, it was Zed.

“Dan told me he saw you. Are you still here, or in the hospital?” Zed asked as soon as I pressed the call icon. He didn’t even address me first with his usual endearment, even with just my first name.

“Come over here at Room 212. I booked a room so that I could rest well. Anyway, this building is close to Ara whenever she needs me.”

“Alright."

I already tucked myself in bed when Zed arrived, but I still greeted him even if my sleepiness already dragged my eyelids to close.

“Zed, I’ll sleep ahead. If Ara calls, please wake me up.”

“Okay. I’ll take a shower first.”

I closed my eyes but remembering what Maezy told me about him, I couldn’t sleep. I was even still awake when Zed lay down beside me. I expected him to hug me as he always did, but this time, he didn’t. I turned to look at him, but his eyes were already closed, and his hands were folded under his head.

In my guilt, I draped his abdomen with my arm. I even placed my head on his chest, but he only rubbed my back. I reached out under the covers and slid my hand against his waistband to excite his reaction further. Soon, I felt his bulge in my hand, but it didn’t stir. If I did this to Kim, he would have turned me over to devour me right away. But Zed was different. He would still stay limp if his mind weren’t conditioned to do it.

I didn’t give up. I kept rubbing him, but even if I did it vigorously or sensually, his rod never kicked against my hand.

“What’s wrong, Zed? Are you too exhausted?” I asked, looking straight into his face. His eyes were closed, but I didn’t see lust. Instead, I felt like I was squeezing a child's play-dough.

“Yes. Do you still need another round?”

I froze. His question stirred more thorns, pricking against my heart. Before I could answer, he added, “We did it a few nights ago. Do you want another one? Doesn’t it harm the baby?”

I heaved a sigh of relief. Zed never did a second round, and his next round would always be several days after the last one, so I was not surprised.

“As I told you, the baby is in proper placement. It wouldn’t harm him no matter how many times we do it.”

“Won’t you feel tired of doing it many times a day?”

“Zed, what do you mean?” My heartbeats were already striking wildly, muffling the sound of Zed’s voice. He sounded suspicious already.

I stared into his closed eyes. I was sure already that his statements had a deeper meaning in them.

“If you will do it, I won’t get tired.”

“You won’t because I don’t last long.”

I felt a sense of pity on top of my guilt. So, I tried to coax that emotion away.

“Zed, we already talked about that.”

“Yes, but might your happiness and fulfillment I am thinking about.”

"I have been telling you that I understand. Just don't leave me frustrated."

“You know what, Yen?  Someone told me that a rape victim may develop a disorder called nymphomania.”

My mouth dropped open. Nymphomania is an uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire in a woman. Am I a nymphomaniac? Was my desire for Kim a sign of my nymphomania?

“Don’t get me wrong, dear. I just thought you might feel like one if we do it many times a day.”

Zed was really something. I stood up to go to the bathroom. But when I was about to sit down on the bowl, I saw my panties and Kim’s navy-blue briefs hanging on a handlebar. There was even a smear of his cum on the crotch.