The drug

Timothy, my beloved, and I are about to get married. We have shared many dreams over the course of our long relationship, and we have now started the process of turning those dreams become reality.

My step-sister, who appeared to be thrilled for me, and my entire family were happy.

★★★

Julia complained as she proceeded to her mother, "I forgot my veil in Stacy's room. Mother, could you please go get that for me?” Julia asked her stepmother, who furrowed her brows and scowled.

“Use your feet, my love," her stepmother politely declined a minor request, but it didn't matter to her. Julia was never one to hold grudges, so she didn't bother nagging any further.

Julia was dragging her bridal gown to the door when her mother cried out, "Wait, Julia, how could I forget to give you this?"

“What exactly is this?" Julia inquired, her gaze fixed on the glass of water in her mother's palm.

“This is holy water. I hoped for the best for your future,” her stepmother replied, caressing her head.

"Drink it," her stepmother said as she shoved the glass into her palm and forced her to drink.

Julia gulped the water down her throat, ignoring the slight stinging.

Julia failed to detect a shining glint in her stepmother's eyes. When she glanced at her, she just saw her kind smile.

"Now go, or you'll be late for the wedding." Her stepmother kissed her on the cheek and said, "Your sister's room number is 405."

“Yes, Mum," Julia affirmed before leaving her room. On the top floor was room 405. She walked slowly while wearing heels. It wasn't a pleasant experience for her.

As she moved up the stairs, she suddenly grabbed the rails for support as her head began to spin.

"What's going on?"

She groaned as her eyes started to blur. She struggled to climb the stairs and was unable to determine where to step because everything was fuzzy.

She cried out in a quiet voice, "Someone, please help."

She felt her body losing vitality and her spirit being devoured by a powerful fire.

Walking was difficult for Julia. She was attempting to see the number in front of the door despite not knowing what floor she was on or where she was.

Her eyes looked at 405, whose door was open and she went inside that room. The dark room was filled with a steamy manly scent, emanating steam of yearning.

“I'm not feeling good, Stacy. Call the doctor," Julia groaningly advised. She moved her hand back and unzipped her dress since her body was still scalding hot and she was unable to keep the clothing on herself.

She managed to get into bed and spread her arms wide while only wearing her bra and undies. Other than that, she didn't perceive anyone's presence in the room. The room was calm and she could have a good sleep.

After taking four lengthy showers to tame the powerful medicine his grandfather gave him, a tall, well-built guy emerged from the restroom.

Upon hearing that his grandfather's health was not good, he had been summoned to his home.

But his granddad had another, more terrible thought going through his thoughts.

“Fuck!! Fuck!!

He wrapped the towel around his waist while yelling expletives. The door was slightly ajar when he approached it, but he quickly slammed it shut.

That was when he heard someone groaning on his bed. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, flaring his nostrils as he sprinted to the bed where he found a half-naked woman lying on her back.

“What the hell are you? "Who brought you here?" The man hissed at the woman who was in no condition to catch anything. "I'm not feeling well, doctor," she grumbled.

The man stiffened his knuckles in rage at this woman's fabricated deeds. He couldn't tell if this was a slut arranged by his grandfather to crawl up his bed. If it was, he'd teach her how to crawl for mercy.

The man grabbed the back of her arm and yanked her out of bed. Julia groaned as her body whirled, but she couldn't stop herself from caressing the chilly body. Julia slid her arm around his waist and kissed his chest.

“Don't stop me," Julia whispered softly, kissing the strong chest that tasted like an exotic fruit, pouring with nectar.

The man sighed and drew his head back.

By taking a long bath, he put out the fire in his body, but now that it had rekindled, it was even fiercer than before.

“After that, you won't have an opportunity to repent, and you won't get any advantage from me since I don't mix with girls like you," the man yelled, flinging the girl onto the bed before looming over her.

The woman's face could not be seen well due to the darkness, but the moonlight shining through the window was enough for the man to notice: she was pale and frail.

The man ripped off her undies and removed the bra from her shoulder, then placed a kiss on her lips. It was hot and sensual for both of them.

Julia grabbed the back of his head while the other hand grasped the towel from his waist and tossed it onto the floor.

The kiss intensified as their hands wandered each other's bodies, sensing each other in the most sensual way.

The room erupted in gasps and screams. Julia screamed as she felt anguish shoot through her legs to her core.

“It’s hurt,” Julia gasped.

“Fuck!! You are tight,” the man rasped voice fell on Julia’s lips. Julia couldn’t bear it anymore and bit him on his shoulder to bear the pain.

“Don’t tell me this is your first time,” the man sneered, pushing himself inside her, showing no care for her pain.

Julia nodded, ignoring the pang between her legs that was consumed by the pleasure when he settled himself inside her.

“Remember, there is nothing to offer except money which you will get by tomorrow morning,” the man proposed in clear language, moving inside her.