Chapter 8: Chapter 8 – Sonya’s Reward

[Time Stop Has Ended]

A strange warmth suddenly spread through Sonya’s body, creeping like a soft electric current that turned into a biting heat. Her legs trembled violently, weak and powerless, until she slowly collapsed onto the cold asphalt, bewildered and stunned.

Amid her blurring consciousness, she could still feel the lingering, unfamiliar warmth between her thighs—her womanhood felt damp, throbbing wildly, as if it had a pulse of its own.

’Why am I suddenly so horny?’ Sonya wondered inwardly as she wiped her blurry vision. What she saw next made her almost disbelieve: the five creepy men who had surrounded her were now lying helpless on the street, their faces frozen in pained grimaces. And standing before her was a slim young man with stone-grey hair.

I watched her quietly, then stepped closer.

“Are you okay?” I asked, struggling to suppress a faint smile that threatened to show.

Sonya could only stare blankly, her tongue feeling tied.

I tried to break the awkward silence by scratching my head.

“My bad. You must have been really scared,” I said, offering my hand. “Here, let me help you up.”

“Did… you defeat them?” Sonya murmured, half in disbelief. Her logic scrambled for an explanation. Just seconds ago, she was trapped, surrounded by those creepy men. And suddenly, they were all down. There was only one conclusion: ’This man saved me, and he must be a powerful Awakener.’

I caught her confusion.

“Yeah,” I answered shortly. “Don’t you want to take my hand?”

Sonya hesitated, but finally stretched out her small hand. The moment her fingers touched my skin, a wave of heat suddenly sliced through her body—as if a low electric current flowed from her fingertips through her entire being. I smiled inwardly. My Lustful Touch was still active.

The effect was immediate. Sonya shivered violently, her thighs reflexively clamping together, trying to suppress the disturbing sensation creeping from within. Her breath hitched; a mixed feeling of pain and pleasure made her almost dizzy. It felt like something was gnawing at her consciousness, pushing her toward an unbearable edge.

She tried to let go of my hand, but I tightened my grip.

“Can’t stand?” I asked, feigning ignorance. Without giving her time to refuse, I crouched down and lifted her easily.

Sonya meant to protest, but what came out of her mouth was a soft voice that almost was a whisper, “Thank you.”

Her body felt hot, and her heart raced uncontrollably. My touch, my scent after exercising—everything seemed to trigger a strange reaction in her. A forbidden desire was creeping up, something she had never felt before.

In her heart, she wondered: ’Is it because I’m drunk from drinking too much? Or because my heart is broken from that bastard boyfriend leaving me? Or… is it something else?’

Sonya stared at my face up close. Beneath her confusion and shame, she saw a calming handsomeness. And suddenly, unexpectedly, the words spilled out on their own:

“Since you saved me… as a reward, will you have sex with me?”

Sonya herself was shocked by her words. But the desire in her body and the sorrow in her heart had merged into an irresistible impulse, making her unable to think clearly. She repeated slowly, her voice trembling: “Will… you?”

I smiled. I hadn’t expected it to be this easy. And here I was, planning to take her to a motel without her knowing.

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We quickly found the nearest motel and booked a room. The moment we entered and locked the door, the world seemed to shrink to just us. Sonya gave me no time to adjust. Her body pushed me against the door, and before a word could be spoken, her lips seized mine with a madness that stole my breath.

My surprise slowly melted under her skill. Her tongue didn’t just slip in; it danced with confidence, exploring every corner of my mouth, challenging my clumsy tongue to respond.

The scent of her intoxicating perfume and the lingering taste of wine on her tongue made me dizzy. Her hands grabbed my neck, pulling me deeper into an endless kiss, until we stumbled and fell onto the bed. I was on top of her, her warm body trapped beneath mine.

I hastily removed my t-shirt and pants. My cock, already stiff and throbbing, was finally free. Sonya’s eyes widened, then stared at it with hunger. Her throat moved, swallowing a gulp that seemed hard to get down.

“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

She nodded, her eyes not leaving me. Her hoodie flew off, followed by a pink shirt that revealed the soft skin of her stomach. As her hands fumbled with the strap of her black bra, there was a pause, a brief moment of hesitation that I shattered with my impatient gaze.

The clasp came undone, and her full, heavy breasts were unveiled. They were much larger and more perfect than Angeline’s, with nipples already hardened and brownish. Sonya crossed her arms, trying to hide a bit of her shyness under my hungry stare.

“Fuck! I can’t wait any longer,” I growled, and my hands grabbed the waist of her baggy pants, pulling them down along with her black panties, which were already soaked. Sonya gasped, but her moan was choked off as the tip of my finger touched her glistening, wet folds.

I stroked slowly, feeling her whole body tremble beneath my touch. “Miss,” I whispered, bringing my mouth close to her ear, “You’re so wet! If you’re this horny, why did you refuse those five men earlier!”

“I don’t want to sleep with just any man!” she retorted, her voice trembling between anger and desire.

I chuckled, blowing warm breath on her neck. “So I’m not just any man? You haven’t even asked my name or who I am. Do you make a habit of having sex with strangers, you slut?”

“Of course not!” she shot back, and this time, tears welled in her eyes. “And why should I know about you? After this, we’ll part and never see each other again! Damn it! I just broke up with my boyfriend. I just want to forget him! So now, hurry up, fuck me!” she screamed, her body arching, pushing her thighs toward me.

I was stunned by her sudden boldness. “You’re a selfish person, aren’t you?” I asked, my index finger slowly stroking from her tight asshole to her swollen clit. “Isn’t that right? You just want to use me?”

Sonya threw her head back, her tear-filled eyes staring at me defiantly. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Without warning, my hand, still charged with the Lustful Touch skill, struck. I pinched and twisted her protruding clit with rough pressure.

[Sonya’s Sexual Arousal reaches 100]

[You have successfully made Sonya climax]

[Sonya’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 46]

[Domination over Sonya increased to 2%]

Her expression shattered completely. A long, ragged scream erupted from her lips, her body arching sharply off the bed before convulsing wildly, consumed by waves of orgasm.

As her tremors gradually subsided, I leaned down, my lips almost touching her parted ones. “I really hate arrogant and selfish women, Sonya.”

She looked at me with a dazed expression, her breath still ragged. “How… how do you know my name?”

I answered by thrusting three fingers deep into her still-pulsating pussy.

“NGHHAAAK—!” Sonya jolted violently, her body arching again. Her shocked expression turned into a guttural moan.

[Sonya’s Sexual Arousal increased to 56(+10)]

[Domination over Sonya increased to 5%]

[… ]

And the notifications kept coming. I began to play with her wildly, completely different from the gentle touches before. My fingers explored, pressing the sensitive spots inside her, pushing and pulling. The sound of her abundant wetness filled the air, harmonizing with her increasingly unrestrained moans.

“Ah~! Yes, right there!”

I kept teasing her, pushing her to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, only to slow my rhythm just as she began to scream, then pound into her roughly again. She came once more, her body shaking uncontrollably.

“I… I’m coming again! Fuck! I’m coming!” she screamed, her voice hoarse.

[You have successfully made Sonya climax]

[Sonya’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 52]

I pulled out my wet, glistening fingers from between her thighs, looking at her as she lay weak, sweaty, and disheveled.

In a weak, frustrated voice, she sighed, “Why… why haven’t you put your cock in yet?!”

I stroked her plump thigh, then caressed it gently. “Beg for it!” I snarled, my voice low and threatening. “Say that you’re a lewd slut, and you want my cock to fill your horny pussy!”

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