The sharp and intoxicating aroma of alcohol mixed with the scent of sweat and perfume, creating a complex and alluring fragrance. A sexy woman crawled along every curve of a handsome man's body beneath her.
The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the yellow light hanging above. Its subdued glow cast shadows on every movement of the woman, as if the man were her new toy.
"Azka Xavier, quite a beautiful name," the sexy woman praised, pressing her body closer to Azka. The look in her eyes showed a burning desire, radiating from her wish to possess the man. Especially when she remembered Azka telling her that the kiss earlier was his first. Then, wasn't this also Azka's first experience, making her want to feel new sensations with him?
"Are you enjoying this, Azka?" Sienna asked, her voice soft yet teasing. A small sigh that escaped the man's lips felt like a drug to her, making her even more intoxicated by the sweet scent of Azka's body.
Their lips met. Initially soft and exploratory, the movements slowly became more intense, accompanied by Sienna's hand tracing Azka's neck in a circular motion.
"Who are you?" Azka asked, his voice choked and hoarse. He felt a warm and ticklish sensation on his body, as if something was touching him gently.
"Argh!" Azka cried out as he felt a hand press down on his own forcefully.
"W-what are you doing?" Azka asked, half-frightened, unable to see the person who was moving more and more wildly on top of him. He could even feel a daring hand touching his sensitive area.
"Relax," Sienna whispered in Azka's ear, her voice husky and seductive. "Just enjoy my game."
Azka's body trembled, feeling a warm and ticklish sensation on his tongue. A soft moan escaped his lips.
Azka groaned in pain. The stinging sensation in his legs and arms grew more piercing for some reason, but what was certain was that he couldn't move freely, as if restrained by something. His body trembled, feeling a foreign and hot sensation spreading throughout him. His vision was blurry, only able to see a faint silhouette in front of him.
"Damn it!" Sienna groaned, feeling how deeply Azka's member was completely buried inside her. The pain and incredible ache were there, but the woman couldn't deny how Azka managed to fill her instantly without much effort.
The body that was initially still now began to move slowly, until Sienna moved more wildly, arching her back on top of Azka due to the tempo she created herself. This was in contrast to Azka, who seemed to ramble in pain beneath her, trying to free himself from the woman's grip.
Azka's breath hitched, clenching both his hands that had been tied up since who knows when. This made it difficult for him to move anywhere, even to reject the surprise attacks the woman kept giving him.
"You really satisfy me," Sienna said breathlessly, caressing Azka's handsome face that always caught her attention. She always wanted to see that handsome face endlessly, even in this condition. It looked sexy, handsome, yet cute all at once.
"I think we'll soon have a cute baby." Sienna rubbed her flat stomach that had just received warm fluid from Azka.
"I never get tired of looking at your handsome face, darling," she praised, tracing Azka's face as he slept wearily beside her. She then covered both of their bodies with a thick blanket until the beautiful morning dawned.
The morning sunlight peeked shyly through the gap in the open curtains, directly hitting Azka's sleeping face. The glare of the sun disturbed him slightly, causing him to blink his eyes a few times.
"Ouch... my head," he groaned, feeling a throbbing pain pounding in his head. He looked around the room and immediately realized he was in a strange place, very strange to him.
"Where am I?" Azka mumbled. He woke up and straightened his body until he was sitting on the bed. The dizziness attacked him again, making him massage his temples repeatedly, trying to remember something. But nothing. He didn't remember a single thing that happened.
The room was all white, with only a wardrobe in the corner and a small window covered by curtains. The dim light made the atmosphere feel cold and eerie. A sense of confusion and panic began to envelop him. Where was he? Why was he in this place? What exactly happened?
Azka's eyes widened when he saw his clothes scattered on the floor. Some parts looked torn, like marks of rough pulling. His panic intensified.
"W-what happened?" he mumbled tremblingly, biting his fingernails anxiously. He had just realized his body felt sore, especially in his core, as if it had received tremendous external pressure.
Slowly but hesitantly, Azka pulled back the blanket that wrapped his body. Instantly, he screamed loudly. "Argh... what the hell happened?" His whole body was covered in reddish marks, from his chin, neck, chest, shoulders, to his legs. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and choked.
Azka clutched his hair in frustration, trying hard to remember last night's events. However, the pain in his head only grew stronger, as if it wanted to split his skull in two. Fragments of memories flashed through his mind, but they were all blurry and unclear.
He only remembered meeting a beautiful woman at the club. They talked briefly, then the woman started moving her hands wildly, tracing his face. Their lips finally met, and Azka returned the kiss amateurishly because it was his first experience. Plus, he was under the influence of alcohol. But after that, everything went dark.
All that remained was pain, a strange sensation, and the faint silhouette of a woman on top of him.
Azka looked down, seeing his wrists and ankles red as if from rope marks. He couldn't believe all this was really happening.
"What have I done?" he asked himself in a trembling voice.
Fear began to choke him. He got off the bed with faltering steps. The pain in his body grew more intense, making him wince with every movement. He picked up some of his scattered clothes and put them on quickly, although he had to stop occasionally to endure the pain. When he was about to put on his top, he noticed a large tear in the fabric. Annoyed, he threw it on the floor.
His eyes fell on an oversized blue sweater lying in the corner of the room. Having no other choice, he picked up the sweater and put it on to cover himself.
"Where's my phone?" Azka clicked his tongue in annoyance, frustrated at not finding the device.
Suddenly, a telephone ring woke him from his reverie. He immediately searched for the source of the sound, following the ringtone that led him under the bed.
As he tried to reach for it, the pain stabbed his core again, making him wince. Slowly, he crawled, trying to grab the flat object. However, accidentally, he ended the incoming call.
Azka flinched in surprise when he saw the time on his phone screen showing 9:30 AM. There were many missed calls and messages from both his parents and his two older brothers. Those numbers were not listed in his contacts, but he knew them very well.
How could they know his new number? He had never given it to them. Only his friends knew, because they were the ones who bought him the new phone for disguise purposes.
Speaking of which, where were his friends? Weren't they together last night?
Drrt.
A phone call from his Mom filled the phone screen. Azka flinched and swallowed hard. He knew he was in big trouble this time.
The phone kept ringing incessantly, making his panic grow. Azka closed his eyes, trying to calm himself before finally crawling out from under the bed and daring to answer the call.
"Azka, where are you? Why are you only answering your Mom's call now?" Mom's voice sounded panicked and angry.
Azka could feel the worry and disappointment behind that voice.
"Mom, Azka...."