Third Person’s POVAs soon as Agatha confessed what she felt while sitting next to Lanceil, the boss pretty long fingers shoved between her thighs. He slid the wet undergarment, that was soaked just by thinking of him, and pushed his fingers into her h*le. “…!” Agatha gasped without sound. There was a little water in her eyes, but Lanceil had no intention of looking into her expression because he knew that if he did, then there was no backing down from this part. No. Lanceil had no attention to backing down either. “N-Not here, Lanceil,” Agatha begged. When she whispered in his ears, her shy voice ignited the fire in Lanceil’s body. But he wanted to tease her, and so he pretended nonchalant. “What? You haven’t told me everything yet.”“W-What?” “You want to do what?” “T-That… you know what I was talking about.” “No,” Lanceil said while his fingers were poking her soaking petals. “I need you to say it in complete words.” He drew a circle around her tight innerwalls. Agatha,
Third Person’s POV This is the first time Agatha saw his manh**d closely. And seeing it for the second, she was convinced. ‘No wonder, I felt so sore after our first.’ She gulped. Pretending to relax, she smiled at Lanceil as she gently grabbed his shaft.‘I saw how Lanceil mast*rbates. Surely, I can imitate him.’She rocked her hands up and down around Lanceil’s huge shaft. That alone put a lot of strength in Lanceil’s thighs. “Ugh,” he groaned. Smirking, Agatha looked up at him and his tight expression. Then she imitated his words, “I am afraid someone will hear your voice. Tone it down, Lanceil.” Lanceil, who was lost in pleasure, could not hear anything anymore. How can he endure when the innocent Agatha was taking the initiative of pleasuring his sword? Quickly, he grabbed her head and put his glans to her lips. Agatha, who had never eaten a meat stick ever, froze with the contact of her lips and the c*ck in front of her. “Open your mouth. S*ck me, Agatha,” Lanceil said w
Upon returning to the condo, Vincent sensed the atmosphere floating in the air. He felt ominous and wanted to run away immediately. But here was Agatha, whom he loved, moaning loudly from his room. The moan pierced straight into his ears. Slowly, he approached where the coquettish sound came from. Swiftly, the eerie feeling he felt at the door of the condo overtook him. He stood in front of his room, and from the small space of the open door, he was able to confirm that his intuition was right. “Ahh! Lanceil! Hmm! That feels good! F*ck!”Her voice glistened so that it could be clearly distinguished from others. He could see their beautiful maid, lying on her stomach and his brother doing it from behind her.‘Again,’ Vincent said in his mind. He witnessed the truth he didn’t want to know, and he smiled bitterly.His brother, Lanceil, would not make a mistake such as going into the wrong room or forgetting to lock the door. It was on purpose. Lanceil wanted to show Vincent that he
Vincent was shocked. Agatha was still naked. He caught her image, from the tip of her head and tip of her toes. Gulp. That black hair fell perfectly on the sheet, the red skin dyed from the lust, her luscious breast, and the secret place between her thighs. Seeing that, Vincent’s patience reached its limit. He quickly pulled down his pants and grabbed his manh**d, and shook its head. The transparent liquid was flowing out from the glans of his sh*ft. He was sweating in fear that he might get caught mast*rbating by looking at her body without her consent but he could not help this. ‘Just this once again. Please.’Vincent hopelessly rubbed his thing with his big hand while looking at her body. “Haa… Haa…” He looked back at Agatha and peeked at the center of her thighs. Maybe if he can see it clearly, it would make him feel better. And so, Vincent stopped his movements. He went closer to her, and he spread her legs. “Hmmm,” Agatha groaned. Vincent froze.He watched her, waiti
Agatha’s POVWhen I woke up next morning, I was in dazed for many hours. I remembered drinking wine and f*cking with my boss nonstop inside Vincent’s room. That was…“Sexy.” Yes. I had to be true to myself and admit that I found it sexy. After c*mming several times, I forgot what happened and only remembered vague memories like when he took me inside my room and we did it again. He did not put it inside though, but the feeling was amazing. Unlike the first time, my body adjusted and I don’t feel sore. Maybe a little? But enough for me to move. Today is Sunday and my day off. Usually, I would go outside and have fun alone. But I think I will just rest here in the condo. Once I went out, I saw a note on the table. [“I went out for the meeting. But I will come back home tomorrow. See you, my lovely Agatha.”]Happy and contended, I hugged the note and kissed it. He was rough like a beast on b*d, but as a boyfriend, he was sweet. “A busy man is really my ideal type,” I said. My eye
Agatha’s POVI spent my Sunday alone in the condo. My boyfriend, Lanceil, said that he would come back today but I could not see any of his silhouettes. “Maybe he’s busy at work.” Lanceil was usually busy even on weekends. I should be happy that he spent his Saturday for me.Sitting on the sofa, I looked at my phone.“It’s been hours, but I still don’t know how to contact you.” I wasn’t talking about Lanceil, but Brett instead. Lanceil and I started dating each other and even mingling, not just twice but many times. The first person who should know this was no other than… yeah, my master whom I signed the slave contract for. “I don’t know how to say it. That’s the problem.”It was so befuddling to me that I found it hard to tell Brett everything that happened between me and my boss.“Was it because… Brett wanted to ruin Lanceil’s life?” He once told me that – to wreck Grim. There must be a connection I did not know, or I must not dig further. Yet at the end of the red line, the
A/n: Sorry for the late updates. I will be updating every day since today. I hope you enjoy watching this story until the end.** **Third Person’s POVA hired killer should never feel guilty for taking lives. So, when Maxine's hands became stained, she thought it would be easy to forget the moments when blood splattered on her pale skin. However, her nightmares every night serve as undeniable evidence of her conscience."I had no other choice. If I didn't kill them, I would have died," that's what she said to justify her sins.Yet tonight, she is filled with fear, as it is possible for her own resolve to crumble.While walking, Maxine glanced at the large suitcase she had brought into an abandoned warehouse in the countryside. An abandoned place is the perfect location for a murder, considering the time it takes for authorities to investigate a missing person.The night was chilly.She placed the suitcase exactly where the moonlight illuminated the old wooden window; it was the only
Third Person’s POV"How's she?""She is still under the sleeping pills but soon she'll wake up."Brett's eyes lit up with warmth as soon as he heard that Agatha was in good condition. He shifted his gaze to her peaceful, unconscious face and observed the steady rise and fall of her chest."I can't believe something like this happened," he sighed, lost in his thoughts."Good job," he said to the doctor he had called privately. Speaking slowly, he added, "I'll contact you again. Just make sure you keep quiet." Brett flashed a grin as he handed over a white envelope."Trust me, Mr. Holmes."The doctor nodded and took the envelope. Without even checking its contents, he could tell it was a substantial amount. A smile formed on his lips as he left the room, hoping to cash in on his good fortune soon.However, if there were to be another patient in the future, it might just be the person on the other side. With a determination fueled by murderous intent, Brett wouldn't rest until he found t
Third Person’s POVBrett had spent the entire day cleaning his younger sister's room. Now that the whole Olive mystery was finally solved and he was free from its clutches, he felt a sense of relief. He neatly packed all of his sister's belongings into boxes and stored them in the cabinet. The only thing he left out was the picture frame of him and Olive.Exhausted from the day's cleaning, Brett lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling."Man, that was exhausting," he grumbled, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead.As he turned his head, his gaze fell upon the picture frame on the table. Sitting up, he leaned against the headboard."So, is this really the end?" he pondered.He had brought justice to his family's tragedy and Ian Grim had been punished. He no longer needed to keep Agatha by his side since their slave contract had ended. Soon, Agatha would be going to Argentina.It felt like the climax had passed and a happy ending was on its way."A happy ending," Brett thou
Agatha’s POVIt's been a whole month since everything went down. Today, I hung out with my friend, Sebastian."Agatha," he said in a serious tone. "Are you really sure about your decision?""Hmmm?""That," he murmured."Ahhh," I nodded, understanding what he was referring to. "Yes, I'm pretty sure."I saw him nod his head before he kicked a small rock that was lying in the middle of the road."Hmmm," he whispered.I looked up and saw the inviting blue sky, urging me to have some more fun today."There are so many bad memories in this place," I said. "So it's better for me to leave."Exactly.Even though I'm gazing at this beautiful sky above me, the horrifying scenes keep replaying in my mind over and over again. Sleeping at night is the worst, as nightmares never fail to haunt me. It's hard to breathe and even harder to cry when my tears have run dry.The only solution I can think of is to go somewhere else.Will it help me forget my past?Maybe yes, maybe not. Who knows if I don’t t
Third Person’s POVIn the afternoon, Vincent made his way to the prison to visit his father. Without any visible emotion, he entered the visiting room and took a seat.He slowly raised his head and saw his father sitting across from him, his wrists bound by handcuffs. Between them stood a rectangular glass door with small holes in the center and a larger hole at the bottom, allowing for hand placement.His father, who had always carried an air of arrogance and elegance, now appeared weathered by the sun. Dark circles lingered beneath his eyes, and his lips were dry and cracked, as if he hadn't tasted water in days. It seemed as though he had aged rapidly.As Vincent gazed at his father in this state, he felt nothing. There was no emotional response to seeing the old man before him."I thought I would be left alone until the end," Ian remarked.Vincent kept his slanted eyes cast downward."But it seems you, out of all my sons, cared for your parent the most. If only I had known, I woul
Agatha’s POVAs I stared at the termination contract, the goal I had set for myself to escape slavery suddenly felt within reach.Brett explained, "This contract means you're free from working for me."I glanced at Brett, noticing his tired and puffy eyes. I wondered if he had been crying all night.The reason Brett had asked me to seduce Lanceil Grim was to uncover the truth behind his sister's death by investigating the Grim family.And now, the mystery was finally solved. Olive, Lanceil's former wife, had died after discovering a secret place beneath the mansion where she saw Mrs. Susan Grim, who was supposed to be dead. Ian Grim had killed his daughter-in-law to keep the truth hidden.The crumpled paper in my hands brought back memories of all the terrible things he had done. Not only did he hide his wife, but he also caused the deaths of hundreds of people on that plane, stole a corpse, killed Olive, my dad, and ultimately, murdered Mikhail.He was sentenced to death by the court
Third Person’s POVInside the ambulance, a sense of claustrophobia always lingers. The confined space is filled with activity, from the paramedics tending to Maxine's wound to the police officer urgently demanding that she survive.Despite the chaos around her, Maxine remains calm, feeling the chill of the ambulance seeping into her body. As time ticks by, the pain in her wound subsides, leaving her with goosebumps and a pallid complexion. Her eyes grow heavy, her breaths shallow, amidst the cacophony of urgent voices.“It is Code 3. Code 3!”A life threatening emergency code 3, her faint vital signs and sirens rang on her ears.‘Ahhhh, I am going to die,’ Maxine realized, and by the time she did, she could not stop the grin spread on her bloody lips.They say time is like a tissue. With every minute that passes before treatment, more body parts that should be pink will turn white or blue, and white or blue equals to dead. Maxine could feel that in any moment she can be at Code 4, the
Third Person’s POVA few days later, the trial against Mr. Ian Grim commenced. Surprisingly, Jake Dawson, despite his deep sorrow over the loss of his son, received a lifetime sentence. The trial concluded smoothly, but it was evident that Mikhail's demise was a result of Ian's deceitful plan. Jake, harboring no sympathy for his acquaintance, saw no reason to protect Ian's reputation. In fact, he desired a more severe punishment for him. Consequently, Jake bravely disclosed the truth in court, leaving Ian with little opportunity to refute the allegations.Nevertheless, Ian remained seated in the courtroom, delusionally believing that he still had a chance to escape his fate. With an unsettling lack of remorse etched on his face, he anxiously awaited his verdict, his wrists bound by handcuffs.The prosecutor declared, "I intend to summon Wayne Jetts as a witness, your Honor."Sebastian took his place on the witness stand and glanced at the spectators. Among them, he locked eyes with Ag
Third Person’s POVMaxine's body was drenched in a cold sweat as she stared at the empty doorway. She struggled to catch her breath, feeling a sharp pain in her lungs with every inhale.With great effort, she slid her arms underneath her and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. A defeated cry escaped her lips and hung in the air."Ahhhh~"Blood trickled down her face from the wound on her forehead, staining her chin and the ground below. Tears mixed with traces of blood streamed down her face as she slowly stood up.Her head spun, and it felt as if there was an invisible force pulling her down, stronger than the Earth's gravity. But she knew it was only her experiencing this sensation. She was the one tormented by unbearable pain.Maxine had been stabbed in the stomach with a knife. Fresh blood gushed from the wound as she struggled to stand, pressing her hand against it, feeling powerless.Maxine gazed down at the man lying on the ground, his mouth agape.It was Mike, her part
Third Person’s POVDing dong~The security system on the speaker by the doorbell asked, "Who is it?""It's a delivery!" came the reply."You can leave it outside," was the response."We actually need your signature, ma'am.""Oh, really? Just give me a moment."The gate swung open, revealing two men in disguise, Adam and Brett. They were both wearing caps and delivery uniforms as they entered.As soon as they stepped inside, they came face to face with the maid they had spoken to earlier."Good day, ma'am!" Adam greeted, tipping his cap and flashing a smile at the maid.She couldn't help but be captivated by his dimples and his sun-kissed face.Baby boy?Adam was taken aback. Meanwhile, Brett was desperately trying to hold back his laughter."Where do I need to sign?" she inquired, looking at Adam.Adam's mouth hung open for a moment before he closed it. They had forgotten to bring the fake document for the signing!"Um... about that..." Adam stammered.Seeing his struggle, Brett jumpe
Years ago…Brett was buried in paperwork at his desk when he received a text from his step sister. He glanced at his phone and saw Olive’s message.[“Brother. I’m scared.”]He furrowed his brows as he picked up his phone and replied.[“Why? Are you seriously scared of ghosts now?”]Olive responded immediately. [“I think I saw something I shouldn’t have. Brother, I’m scared. Can you come pick me up?”]Brett couldn't understand why his married sister was asking him to take her home.“What kind of joke is this?” he thought. “I can't believe she's still reaching out to me after getting married.”Brett had always harbored secret feelings for his step sister. It was natural given that they weren't blood-related. But when Olive married Lanceil, Brett knew he had to let go of those feelings and keep his distance from her.That’s why he made himself busy in work.After a long time, Olive sent him a weird text message.[“I will only finish some paperwork.”] Brett replied. [“Then I will pick you