Chapt 2: a Mark

"What do you want?" she demanded. Ivory took a knife from her bag and pointed it at the man who had saved her.

This time was not the first time someone had questioned her hair color, so Ivory would no longer easily trust the man even though he had saved her life.

"Wait, don't get angry! I won't hurt you. I'll pay you handsomely. Whatever you ask for! But you have to do something for me." Max stepped forward, eroding the distance between himself and the girl. "Please put that back in your bag, Miss."

The girl didn't immediately respond to Max's words. Instead, she slowly lowered the object in her hand.

For a moment, the girl was mesmerized and hypnotized by the appearance of a man in a suit, sharp hazel irises, and brown hair styled slightly messy. She almost said yes right away.

"What do I have to do for you to make such a high offer? I don't want to be a drug courier or human trafficker," she replied.

"Not at all. I want you to release the curse on me."

The girl chuckled. Unbelievable!

A modern-looking man like Max still believed in the superstition that he was suffering from a curse. The girl didn't even know what Max's curse was.

"Seriously, sir."

"I know it's absurd, but it's real. What's your name?"

"Ivory. You can call me Ivy."

"Yes, Ivy, you won't believe it. Many women have stayed away from me; some have even died of heart attacks. And—and they, I mean my family members, said that I should find a silver-haired girl to break my curse."

"To hell with the curse or whatever! Just tell me what to do." Ivory started to get serious this time.

"The problem is, just as I've said, I can't have sex with anyone because of this curse, and Ange said the only one who could break it is the silver-haired girl—which must be you; then do the union. I think that we have to get a bounding. So it means you have to sleep with me, right? That's the only way."

Hearing Max's request, Ivory laughed. Max's story was the most absurd thing she had ever heard. Why should she believe Max? He could have been just looking for fun, selling such mystical and superstitious stories.

"You're joking, right?" Ivory scrunched her waist. She didn't believe Max's words. A good-looking man like him would have no trouble finding a date for the night.

Why did it have to be Ivory?

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. If you want to know, prove it. You can leave right then and there if you want, and I'll still pay you your dues." Max was still struggling with his offer.

Even in such a way, could Ivory still refuse?

The silver-haired girl tapped her shoes. She was considering what she would do. Would she agree with Max, which meant accepting the offer at any cost, or would she reject it outright?

"Ivy, come on, don't take too long. You need money to pay your father's debts, so you can be free from Benjamin or whoever it is, right? I can give you any amount and attempt to free you from that pimp."

It still didn't work. Ivory still flinched and did not answer at all. She was still looking at the man before her, who suddenly came to her rescue but told her tales of curses.

Should she believe it?

"Ivy ... hurry up! Don't you feel that it's cold in here?" Max's mouth was already emitting smoke as a sign that the temperature was relatively low.

It had just entered the fall season. Max couldn't stand it whenever the season with its piercing cold arrived.

He longed to curl up in his bed and hide under the covers.

"Alright, Mr. Force! Let's get to it." Ivory turned around and picked up her coat.

The girl then followed Max to his residence in Max's car.

***

The vehicle they were riding in began to pass through pine forests on the right and left. Ivory had no suspicions because she was sure Max wouldn't have malicious intentions.

Even if he dared to do something wrong, Ivory could beat him up.

Max invited Ivory to come in and relax while he got her a drink. Max handed Ivory a glass of wine.

"Are we having a party?" she asked as she looked at her glass and Max's.

"Yes, you're my party. I want to make things clear here, Ivory."

The girl spat.

"I think I'm pretty clear on what you want. You want to test if I can get you off the curse, and then what? Is it, then—hmph!"

Max silenced Ivory with an intense peck on the girl's luscious lips. Ivory didn't resist because she knew the deal, as she said before.

Ivory returned Max's peck, biting Max a bit until the man felt his arousal rise again.

Max realized his desire was peaking. Some parts of his body began to stiffen, and he bit harder into the girl's lips.

Uncharacteristically fine hairs had appeared on several parts of Max's body. The clothes he was wearing began to tighten. Soon, he would become a cursed figure, just like he always thought.

"Argh!" Max groaned, feeling several body parts tighten and expand, causing extreme pain.

But he had to finish what he had begun right away.

At the same time, Ivory's eyes, which had previously been closed, had now opened. The clear blue pupils looked at Max's hazel irises that had turned golden.

Looking away from Max, she noticed his different look from before.

A half-wolf-Lycan creature was on top of her, intending to devour her or continue the struggle with her.

Max groaned again, his breathing ragged, between the pain in his body and the desire that screamed for immediate release.

"You can run if you want," he stammered, still panting.

Ivory gave him a crooked smile, then stroked the man's jaw above her.

"Run? Why should I run? This is the task you have for me, isn't it? It's already like this, so what? What else do you want me to do?" the girl asked.

"Argh! Are you sure?" asked Max, making sure. His hands continued to clench, squeezing the sofa's surface where he and Ivory were.

Not only was it painful, Max's whole body felt like it was going to explode right then and there. He couldn't wait for a response from the girl still underneath him, in his confinement.

Ivory didn't want to waste any more time; she nodded.

"I know this will be painful, but let's get this over with. So you'll know if what your family members said was true—that I might be able to release you from the curse."

Max looked deeply into Ivory's eyes again. There was no trepidation there as if she was used to witnessing the transformation of humans into monsters as Max had.

And the girl's sentence just now ... painful, she said? Was she ...

"W-what did you mean by that? Painful? What hurts? Do you want me to stop this now?" the man asked, unable to hold back any longer. In several parts of his body, his veins were already protruding. It appeared that Max was now struggling to hold himself together.

If Ivory said 'no' and asked Max to stop, he was finished!

Ivory didn't answer in the form of a sentence but pulled Max to continue the game that had stopped for a moment.

Max was serious this time.

Ivory was the only girl who wasn't scared when she saw Max in his monstrous form. The girl even intended to play until the very end.

Max didn't want to waste any time. He couldn't wait to see the effect of what he was doing. Was it true that his curse would disappear if he fucked this silver-haired girl?

Max could see that Ivory's long, flowing hair was shining in the moonlight. Not only that, her skin looked so radiant.

Max shook his head quickly, trying to rid himself of the charms of Ivory, the silver-haired girl. He then merged himself and Ivory, filling her with everything she had never felt.

Ivory squealed softly, enduring the pain in her groin—like being stabbed by a dagger. She had asked Max to continue, so she had to take this pain.

Is this what having sex feels like—as her friends say?

If so, then they were lying.

Or maybe not ... they were right. It hurt the first time, but when Max started moving regularly, Ivory felt incredible pleasure.

She couldn't stop her mouth from moaning, groaning, and squealing every time Max's movements started to become rhythmic.

Before long, both of them reached the peak of pleasure together. And as Max moved regularly on Ivory's body, Max unconsciously left scratches and bites on several parts of Ivory's body.

The girl moaned, not only because of the pleasure that was like an explosion in her lower part but also because of the brutality practiced by Max.

That mark could have been a sign that neither of them realized.