Chapter 68: Chapter 68

"M-Mr. Revelar..." I stuttered as we entered his condo unit. "We left m-my car,” I hesitated.

He didn't answer and just glared at me.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked flatly.

Involuntarily, I raised my eyebrows in wonder at what he was referring to.

Is it my foot?

He lazily ran his fingers through his hair and tilted his gaze down to my...

Eh?

My face turned red when I realized his question. He's asking for my cherry's condition!

I swallowed and was confused about what to answer. Should I lie?

But before I could say anything, he quickly came to me and snaked his strong arms.

"I-I just got better," I reminded him stuttering.

He seemed to be deaf and only walked straight to his room. I was able to recall every detail of my brief stay at his condo, including the kitchen, the restroom, the guest room where he used to stay, and so on.

I shrieked when he threw me on his bed. That was followed by him simply pulling on his necktie—angry and running out of patience. I swallowed hard as he started to unbuckle his belt.

"W-Wait," I stammered and was about to get up from the bed, but he immediately pulled me down. "A-Agustine," I called his name while staring into his cold eyes.

He slowly licked his lower lip and pushed me down to his bed. "You want to do this with him, right?" he uttered.

"What?" I spoke.

He didn't answer me. I gasped when he parted my legs and positioned himself in my middle.

"Bhryll," I called again.

"Yeah. Moan that name every time my d-ck penetrated your tight cunt," he said coldly and the next thing shocked me.

He rolled up the lower area of ​​my peplum dress and ripped off my panties!

"Agust—OHHH!" I shuddered at the same time as I held the bedsheet tightly as he inserted his manhood into me without saying anything.

It’s a little bit painful since I was not ready for it.

I have no idea when he let go of his manhood. Like before, he pushed everything at once. And I feel like I won't get used to his size no matter how often we do it. I briefly felt a tremble.

I felt him holding my hips and positioned himself properly in my middle. Slowly, he started thrusting.

"Agus..." I hoarsely called out when the pain I felt earlier was replaced by some tickling.

"I told you. Your body is exclusively mine, Khrystal," he stated between his thrusts.

"Bhryll! Ohhh! Fvck!" I chanted when his pace accelerated.

He started to become violent. He tightened his grip on my waist and met each of his pressures. I felt like I'm slowly going crazy with what's happening.

It's a shame to admit, but my body likes it.

I screamed and groaned, "Brhyll!" as his finger landed on my clitoris and played with it with each motion he made.

My head tilted side by side. I was moaning and panting. Push, pull, push. He's moving above me like a wild beast. Even the creaking of the bed and the sound of our bodies alone did not escape my hearing.

My belly started to twist. I know at that moment; my release is coming.

"Hold me," he ordered hoarsely and buried his thing deeper inside me.

I couldn't do anything but hugged his body. Even if I didn't mean it, my nails dug into his back every time he pressed himself against me.

"Agus..." I begged him.

The pleasure was overwhelming. I never thought I would feel this good in my entire life.

He did a few more thrusts until I finally exploded. My quivering thighs clenched with every release of my liquid. He’s still going in and out.

I was surprised when he pressed me with a firm kiss at the same time, he continued pumping. He was moaning inside my mouth until my eyes rolled back when he deeply penetrated his shaft for one last time. Hot liquid gushed inside me. It tickles and warms.

"Please..." I said weakly as I looked at him drunkenly, he distanced himself from me. "Let’s continue the next tomorrow," I added and eventually gave in to exhaustion.

THE surroundings were dark when I woke up. I don't know what time it is, all I know for sure is that it's late.

I roamed my eyes inside the room and found no one. I slowly got up and winced as I felt a slight pain in my womanhood.

I don't know whether to be thankful that it wasn't as bad as it was before or to be scared because this is how I always ended after we have sex.

I blinked twice when I noticed that I was already dressed. I am now wearing his white shirt and a boxer short. And as usual, I don't have any panties anymore.

I shook my head and started to get up from the bed, but I stopped. I fixed my attention on my foot, which was now neatly bandaged.

When I consider Agustine taking care of me, it feels as if something is caressing my chest. I attempted to restrain my smile while biting my lower lip.

For once, someone else understood me.

With a relieved feeling, I stood up and left the room to look for him. I found him sitting on his couch, puffing a cigarette, eyes nowhere to be found.

I cleared my throat to let him know my presence. He looked at me lazily then went back to what he was doing. I walked closer to his place and then sat a few inches away from him.

"Thank you," I murmured sincerely.

He didn't answer. I just played with my fingers while silently accompanying him in smoking.

"Ask me," he broke the silence.

I tilted my head towards his direction, waiting for his clearer words.

He looked at me without emotion. "Ask me when you need someone to fvck you, Khrystal. Don't look for any men around," he stated.

My earlier happiness quickly disappeared. Anger and resentment gradually rose in my chest.

I laughed emptily and ran my fingers through my hair. I managed to stand up even though my foot was aching.

"He's just my friend, Mr. Revelar.” I faked a smile.

"Friend." He chuckled mockingly. "Is that what you call all your men? Friend?" He raised an eyebrow.

I balled my fist and glared at him. "He's not my man. They're not my man," I clarified.

"Do you think I will believe you? Everyone knows in your place that you're a promiscuous woman." He scoffed.

So, he did a background check.

I smiled bitterly. "No," I answered directly. "Because no one really believes what I say," I added.

The corners of my eyes warmed up as I remembered the way everyone looked at me.

"Is it my fault?" I said hoarsely and laughed again.

I looked up to stop the tears that were about to fall.

"Is it my fault that no girl wants to be friends with me? Is it my fault that no girl wants to be close to me? Is it my fault that they think of me as a plague?" I continued.

I bit my bottom lip as my tears fell one by one. He remained stoic as he kept staring at me.

"Just them. MY MEN. The ones I can call my friends for the rest of my life. They're the only ones who accepted me, didn't judge me. Willingly came to me to be friends not to plasticize me. And I won't waste the real one friendship that I have with them just for a moment of flirtation. I treasured them like how I treasured my family. I don't just think of them as boys."

After my outburst, I turned my back against him. I silently cried while taking my things from his room. I hate it that I cried in front of him. But I can't do anything else.

After I put my things in order, I went out again to leave. Without looking back, I passed his place in the living room.

"Wait for Miguel," I heard him spoke when I reached his front door.

I stopped moving and just bowed even though I turned my back to his direction.

"He'll drive you home," he continued.

The next thing I heard was his footsteps and the sound of a closing door.

I laughed softly. Yeah, after what I said. My image for him will still remain dirty.

Who'll believe me anyway? No one really.