Chapter 122: Chapter 122 – Caught in the Act

Sonya Treybern was drowning in sensation in the solitude of her room. Her body lay sprawled across satin sheets already damp with sweat and her own slickness. Her fingers worked a buzzing pink vibrator, pressing it firmly against her swollen, oversensitive clit.

“Ahh~” she moaned, her hips lifting to grind her pussy harder against the vibrating toy.

Ever since that first encounter with the mysterious man, Sonya felt fundamentally changed. A strange, hollow emptiness had taken root inside her, an insatiable craving that haunted her day and night.

No matter how many times she tried to satisfy herself—with her fingers, the vibrator, even larger toys—nothing could fill that void. It felt like an addiction, and the only possible cure was that man’s touch once more.

For days, her dreams had grown more intense. Nearly every night, she woke up slick with sweat, her pussy throbbing, haunted by vague yet visceral memories: rough hands gripping her hips, a low voice whispering filth in her ear, the sensation of a huge cock wrecking her womb. The dreams were so vivid their phantom echoes lingered on her skin long after she awoke.

“Bastard… you damn bastard…” she cursed between moans, though it sounded more like a prayer. Her hand pressed the vibrator deeper, making her arch off the bed. “I hate you… ahh~ but I want… I need it again…”

Her pussy was absolutely soaked, releasing a musky-scented juice that drenched the sheets beneath her. She didn’t stop. The vibrator inside her hummed at its highest setting while her fingers worked her sensitive clit, pressing and rubbing in a practiced rhythm that made her whole body shudder.

Her free hand crept under the thin t-shirt she wore, grasping one of her ample breasts. She pinched and twisted her nipple, the sharp mix of pain and pleasure drawing a whimper from her lips.

Her eyes were squeezed shut. In her mind, she heard that man’s rough voice—low and authoritative, whispering obscenities into her ear. She imagined those rough hands squeezing her breasts, that thick, hot cock pressing into her desperate pussy, brutally claiming her until she screamed.

“Aaah! Yes! Just like that!” she mumbled feverishly, her fingers moving faster.

The vibrator inside her seemed to buzz more intensely, as if feeding off her fantasy. Her pussy pulsed, clenching tightly around the toy. Her juices flowed freely, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.

She imagined him on top of her, his weight pinning her down, that huge cock plunging deep into her womb. She pictured herself being forced to accept a devastating pleasure, utterly helpless against a desire greater than herself.

“I’m coming!” she cried out, her body bowing taut, legs stiffening, toes curling. A powerful orgasm crashed through her, making her pussy clench wildly around the vibrator as a gush of fluid soaked her thighs and the bed beneath her.

She collapsed, limp and breathless, her body gleaming with sweat. Tear-filled eyes stared blankly at the ceiling as she tried to recover from the climax.

But then, movement caught her attention. Slowly, she turned her head toward her bedroom window, the one she always kept locked.

It was open.

And seated casually on the windowsill was a man. A man with a lewd smile, his eyes raking over Sonya’s naked form from head to toe.

“Quite a show,” said the man, in a low voice that immediately made Sonya’s pussy throb anew. “But I think you still need some help reaching a real climax.”

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Sonya nearly jumped out of her skin at my sudden appearance on her windowsill. Instinctively, she snatched the blanket to cover her naked body.

“You… you…!” she stammered, her face flushed with a potent mix of embarrassment, anger, and a flicker of excitement she couldn’t suppress.

I chuckled softly, my voice low and teasing. “You’re quite… impressive.”

Sonya only grew more flustered, her knuckles white where she gripped the blanket.

“H-how did you… get in here?” she managed, voice trembling. “How do you know where I live?”

I shrugged casually. “Let’s just say I’m your stalker.”

The words sent a shiver through her, but strangely, a wave of heat followed close behind. I took a step forward, but she threw out a hand.

“Stop! D-Don’t come any closer!” she ordered, though her voice lacked any real conviction.

“Why?” I asked, continuing my advance, each step measured and confident. “I have to say, I’m disappointed. After our special night, you never contacted me at all, even though I gave you my number.”

I now stood at the edge of her bed, looking down at her huddled form.

“If you had called, you could have had the real thing.” My gaze flicked to the abandoned pink vibrator beside her. “Not just these toys.”

Sonya bit her lip. The truth was, she had almost dialed that number countless times. Her finger had hovered over the call button more than once, but shame and confusion always overruled the burning need in her body.

“Get out!” she said, injecting more force into her voice. “Or I’ll report you.”

I didn’t move. “Go ahead. Report me.”

“My brother is a top rank student at Nine Stars Academy! A Rank A Awakener!” she hissed, voice rising.

“He’s downstairs right now. If you don’t leave, I’ll scream and he’ll come running!”

Her threat didn’t faze me. I reached out and gently took her shoulder, locking eyes with her. Sonya froze, her heart hammering against her ribs. Up close, my piercing purple eyes seemed to see straight into her soul. She bit her lip again, hard.

“Then scream. Call him. If you want him to see his beautiful older sister, fresh from pleasuring herself, with the man who watched her and climbed into her room.”

Sonya fell silent, her threat dying in her throat.

“Sonya,” I whispered, my voice intimate. “What we had didn’t end that night.”

“Yes, it did!” she retorted, but it sounded feeble. “That was just… a mistake. A one-night stand.”

“A one-night stand?” I shook my head, a faint, knowing smile on my lips. “No, Sonya. I don’t do one-night stands. Not with you. You’re the woman who took my virginity.”

Her eyes flew wide open. “What? That’s impossible.”

She stared at me, searching for deceit.

“I’m not lying,” I said, holding her gaze intently. “You were my first. That makes you special to me.”

Sonya was silent, processing this. Then, in a small voice, she asked, “So… what do you want from me, then?”

“I want a relationship with you,” I stated plainly, without a hint of hesitation.

“A relationship?” Sonya frowned, suspicion narrowing her eyes. “Why? What’s your reason?” She studied my face. “Are you… in love with me?”

“Yes,” I answered simply. “I fell in love with you that first time.”

Sonya choked, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. My answer was so blunt, so shameless, so… crude. Yet, inexplicably, it only stoked the heat within her. She’d heard pretty words about “love at first sight” from ex-boyfriends before, but falling in love with the first time? That was new. And for some reason, those words made her pussy grow even more damp.

Suddenly, a voice from the hallway sliced through the tension between us.

“Sonya? I’ve been calling you. Are you in there?”

Sonya jolted, her eyes widening in panic. I recognized that voice immediately—it was Maximus.

The doorknob began to turn. “Sonya? I’m coming in, okay?”

“D-Don’t!” Sonya yelled, her voice pitched too high. “I… I’m changing! I just got out of the shower!”

But it was too late. The knob turned fully, and her bedroom door swung open.

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