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Chapter 2

He strokes above the neck behind the ear, circling it and sliding the tip of his finger along the ear's contour. When he reaches the earlobe, something awakened her, circling right there. Lumíria blinked, confused by how this area, different from everything else, provided pleasure like ripples in the water.

He repeated the movement, causing her eyes to tremble this time. The girl didn't know what was different, but it felt as if he could evoke sensations whenever he pleased.

Did he have Succubus blood? That's what she wondered as she looked at him. He turned his expressionless eyes, only to return them to somewhere beyond the rooftops, as if he could see the stars on that closed roof.

"It seems like you're not even afraid, it seems," she said, thinking aloud.

"It's because I know."

"Huh?"

"That I know the meaning of life... is to die, but we learn to live as if it were a struggle, because dying is easy," he stared at her, "living is the real struggle, not facing death."

Does he know the underworld's secrets, or is he just a reflective young man?

Later that night, Lumíria sneaked out of his bed, but not before dropping a small card.

...

Someone was clapping. It was 4 p.m., and Vinícius wondered who, at this hour, could only be some gossiping neighbor. He hit the mark when his neighbor Maria appeared, passing by him with a top and leggings outlining her beautiful brown body.

Maria is a woman with curly hair who always came to confide in Vinícius about her forbidden and deadly love affairs.

She walked with her fists on her hips, looking around as if she were seeing the gym for the first time, turning and shaking her curls along. He just gave her a look as if he expected what she had to say.

"Do you have coffee?" she asked without even saying good afternoon.

If he weren't a gentleman and normalized everything, he would say that her pose was to show off.

Vinícius just turned his head towards the table, where there was a red coffee bottle.

She had already sat down and crossed her legs while looking at him shirtless, sipping her coffee. And when she shook the transparent cup to cool it down, hitting a mosquito on her shoulder, she said:

"I wonder, my God, did I come to this world just to be a lover?"

Vinicius lazily raised his eyebrows as he approached with his hands on his hips.

"You've never had an ounce of shame, have you? Do you know that leads to death?"

She shrugged.

"Oh, man, he was the one who betrayed, not me."

"Yeah, crazy, he does want to know about that."

She looked at him and then looked away with her chin raised and those relaxed eyelids that said screw it to his concerns.

"Shameless, get a grip, scoundrel," he threw, without caring if he was being too harsh or not.

She diverted her eyes from him like a wild animal.

"Insult me more."

"Whore, bitch, bitch," he said, mercilessly. Vinicius was the kind of guy who gave people what they wanted without mercy.

However, she leaned forward, emphasizing her breasts.

"Hit me."

"No," he recoiled. This was the only way these girls could scare him. Maria wasn't the only one trying to tempt him; many of the girls on the street had tried.

Then she leaned back in the chair, squinting her eyes, with a graceful look.

"Hmm, yeah, right, like you never felt like staring at my goods, almost drooling last week."

He averted his lazy eyes.

"Who is this golden paca that made you faithful?"

"Nobody."

"Hmm, okay, deceive me. I didn't notice that when I passed by you, you didn't even move away from giving me a butt touch."

Don't even talk to me. The young man had no fondness for masturbation, but he started doing it whenever he felt the urge to indulge in human lust. Damn it, and she comes in this heat, with sweaty boobs, that well-shaped butt in leggings. A life advice he took, masturbate whenever he thinks about hooking up with the first one that comes by out of lust.

Vinicius closed his eyes, and she found it strange; he opened them again, full. He wasn't the type to wear himself out with bodies like that; he wanted his energy with someone he could connect with, not with someone who would wear him out in sex like Maria.

But the heat of that day didn't help. The sweatpants he chose that day didn't help either.

Closed his eyes again.

Damn, I have to get these thoughts out of my mind.

And before he knew it, Maria had wide eyes, as if she had noticed the situation. He almost widened his, trying to back away but ended up stumbling and falling on a mat.

He put his hand in front of his mouth, pretending to release shy giggles.

"Does this excite you, huh? Do you want me to pretend to be a virgin princess? I can pretend," she said, walking seductively towards him.

When he made a move to get up, the girl sat on his hip with force, in a position where it was impossible for him to get out of there.

"No, no, no. I'm going to teach you not to hold back your carnal instincts." Her hands slid over his sweaty chest, and his breath went out of control, just like his member violently coming to life under his pants.

Capoeira pants fabric was the worst for hiding the mark of a male member. Soft was very marked, hard then...

She widened her eyes, and in an act of desperation, she took one of her legs from under her, hooked it over his shoulder, and locked it in a capoeira move.

"Ahhh. What is this, boy, let me go, let me go."

"No, no. Stay there, you pest. I'm going to call your mother and tell her about your shameless acts."

"But what's happening here?" His sister arrived, with some shopping bags and college uniform.

"This pervert tried to take my virginity, little sister."

His sister, Verônica, seemed to have turned a different color from so much rage that possessed her.

Vinicius immediately released Maria, walking backward like a spider.

Maria was scared in the same place when she saw the female and more frightening version of the girl. Maria's biggest fear was being dragged away by her hair, but at least Verônica caught her only by the collar of her blouse and pulled her out of there.

"My little brother will only give up his virginity to the love of his life, not the love of the whole city. Tell me, do you want to take a beating from me, or from yourself?"

Verônica stared directly into the girl's eyes, trembling. Verônica opened a satisfactory and thirsty smile.

Then she laughed.

"I'll let you think about it for a while." Then she tossed her out of the gym without further ado.

Vinicius looked at his pants and realized that his member was not completely asleep.

He sighed heavily and went under the shower.

Sometimes, he wondered how long he would play the strong and resistant man against sex. Would he really wait?

How long would he wait to relieve the heat that the human body needed to release?

But who could he trust if he never gave himself a chance to get to know any girl?

When he came out of the shower, he came across a card. He furrowed his eyebrows when he recognized the name but found it quite strange when he read what it was about.

He remained pensive for a few seconds. Not only because he had a strange card from a Succubus's second human job who visited him yesterday, but because he was really considering paying a visit to her workplace.

He removed the towel in front of the mirror and contemplated his slim body with years of training, taking no more than a few seconds for a part of him to come to life at the thought of Lumiria's true face.

For the first time in many years of harassment by horny youngsters who wanted him as a prize, Lumíria was the first who didn't leave his mind.

He was determined to pay her a visit.

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