Mika pulled back from the kiss, his lips glistening with their shared saliva, his breath uneven as he glanced down at the floor, now slick with Charlotte’s love juice, pooling in a glistening mess.
He chuckled, his voice light but teasing as he looked at her flushed face.
"Looks like you made a mess down there, Charlotte and we’re going to have to clean this up ourselves." He shook his head, his tone playful but firm. "Especially since I don’t think you’d want the janitor mopping up a mess like this."
He shifted, his hand still wet with her arousal, and looked at her with a gentle concern.
"You also seem pretty weak right now, so sit over there and let me clean this up. Now I just have to find the mop and—"
He started to rise from the bed, his movements slow.
But before he could stand, Charlotte’s hands shot out, pushing him back with surprising force, pinning him to the bed.
"Mika, no!"
She exclaimed, her voice desperate, her pink eyes blazing as she climbed onto the bed, straddling him in one swift motion, her thighs clamping around his hips, her wet pussy pressing directly against his crotch.
She didn’t stop there, her hips grinding down, rubbing her slick, bare pussy against the bulge in his pants, the fabric growing damp with her arousal.
"I-I’m not done...I-I want more."
She moaned, her voice thick with need, her hazy gaze locked on his, her body trembling with unrestrained desire.
She even rocked her hips harder, her pussy lips sliding over his clothed penis, leaving wet streaks on his pants, her breath hitching with every movement.
Mika frowned seeing this, his voice sharp with exasperation as he tried to sit up, his hands gripping her hips to still her.
"What are you doing, Charlotte? This wasn’t part of the deal!" He pushed against her, but she leaned forward, putting more of her weight on him, her hips grinding even harder, her pussy rubbing against his hardening bulge, soaking his pants further. "Stop it, we’re done here." He said, his tone firm but strained, his hands trying to lift her off.
And in response, Charlotte’s smile was lust-filled, her eyes glowing as she unbuttoned the top of her white shirt, revealing her deep, creamy cleavage, her breasts straining against her bra, barely contained.
"Deal or not, I don’t care anymore, Mika♡~" She purred, her voice sultry and unyielding, her hands reaching down to rub his crotch, feeling his bulge through his pants. "I’ve already let out so much love juice, but it’s not enough. I want more, I want to go all the way♡~"
Her fingers pressed harder, stroking his hardening penis through the fabric, her hips grinding relentlessly, her breath ragged with desire.
"I can’t hold back, Mika♡~ I need you♡~" She moaned, her voice trembling, her eyes burning with longing.
Mika’s frown deepened, his hands still on her hips, trying to slow her movements, his voice steady but urgent.
"Charlotte, you’re out of control!...The Venus Complex this time is hitting you harder than ever."
He could see the intensity in her eyes, the way her power was overwhelming her, pushing her to force herself on him, and he knew he couldn’t let it escalate further, not at this stage in his plans.
"You don’t need to do this, Charlotte...Let’s not make any hasty decisions."
He said, his tone softening, trying to reason with her. He also knew that he add to give her something else that would appease her as it was his duty to take care of her, so he also glanced at her and added,
"I-I’ll even eat you out, so calm down...I know just how much you like it when I do that, so just calm yourself down before you make any hasty decisions—"
Karchuk!
But before she could react, the faintest sound caught his ears.
A soft click echoed from beyond the door and his heart stilled.
This was a private room, one with a VIP lock, the kind of security reserved for patients who wanted absolute privacy.
Only the person who booked the room could access it, along with the guests inside. So, currently only two people knew the code.
The first being, Charlotte, the girl who now sat above him with maddening ease.
And—
His stomach dropped.
No...no, no, no, Mika’s mind screamed, the thought latching onto him like claws.
"No..." He muttered aloud this time, his voice barely more than a panicked whisper.
But it was too late.
The door swung open with a sharp hiss.
And there she was.
The air in the room seemed to shift, thickening around Mika as his eyes snapped to the figure framed by the doorway.
She looked every bit like an ethereal queen descended from the heavens, her presence radiant and commanding yet impossibly alluring.
Cascades of lustrous crimson hair framed her delicate face, the rich strands glowing like embers kissed by sunlight.
Her eyes, a luminous green that seemed to hold galaxies within, shimmered with both regal wisdom and a dangerous, seductive allure.
The intricate golden jewelry that adorned her, emerald gemstones catching the light accentuated her elegance, each piece sculpted as if for a goddess.
Her figure was also the very embodiment of temptation; every curve sculpted to sinful perfection, her hourglass shape drawing the eye with its breathtaking symmetry.
The delicate lace and silken fabric clung possessively to her body, teasing the soft swell of her full, inviting breasts and tracing down to the generous curve of her hips.
The subtle sway of her movement only emphasized the round, full shape of her rear; voluptuous and mesmerizing, so much so that it seemed crafted to seduce even the most disciplined of hearts.
She radiated sensuality in every gesture, her posture both commanding and fluid, like a queen who knew her power and delighted in the way all eyes inevitably surrendered to her.
And currently looked like a queen swept into chaos, her regal composure frayed at the edges as she searched the room with desperate eyes.
"...Mika." She breathed, her voice breaking on his name as if he was the most important thing in her mind at the moment.
It was Yelena Dimitrivitch Heavensblade.
Charlotte’s mother.
The other person who knew the pin code.
She had come running, her mind consumed with panic after hearing the news of Mika’s accident.
She had imagined him broken, battered, clinging to life in this room. Her chest still heaved from the sprint up countless hospital stairs.
But instead...
She froze.
The sight before her was not of an injured boy struggling to recover.
No, what she saw was Mika sitting upright on the hospital bed, his face stricken with guilt and dismay, while her own baby daughter straddled him, a coy smile curving her lips.
...The silence that followed was deafening.
Mika’s breath caught in his throat, and his expression crumpled into one of utter horror as the reality of the scene hit him like a hammer.
This wasn’t what it looked like.
But it looked exactly like the worst possible thing for a parent to enter into, probably worse then entering when their child was having some ’time’ to themselves...