Taint Her
Since yesterday, I am in a state of disbelief. In my previous life, I was just a mere corporate worker! Now, some big shot told me that I am one of those ‘special existence’ in this era. Somehow, I am lost.
Maybe, Reznik knew how I am entangled with what I learned, so he gave me space the entire day. We only spoke with each other when he gave me a nutrient solution he traded from the caravan.
Now, I am left alone in my shack. I did not where he went to. One thing I am sure of, without his presence in this small confined space, I could breathe. I did not know why, but his mere presence made me feel like a timid little mouse in front of a big predator.
Closing my eyes, I remembered the hidden melody of the song I have written secretly in my past life.
Without the accompaniment of piano and violin, I sang the song in acappella.
“The first time I saw you,
Seems like fireflies surround you.
The world seems brighter,
The galaxy seems bigger.
Your eyes gave thousands of stars,
This heart flew back and forth from Earth to Mars..
Hmmm… Oh-oh..
You are the faraway star,
I am the night sky.
Though as the sky gazed up longingly on you,
You, the star that twinkled the brightest,
The sky is always with the star or so people thought.
Aaa---yeah…
But they never really meet.
For the star belonged to the galaxy,
A million miles from the lonely sky…
Hmmm…”
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Melancholy, longing, and helplessness—these feelings were perfectly conveyed.
Too immersed in her own world, Layla failed to notice the presence of a man behind the small broken door. Through a small crack, a hunter stared at his prey.
A pair of deep black eyes—as deep as the mysterious galaxy—stared at Layla.
Reznik could not help but lick his lower lip. Despite this, he failed to quench the immerging greed and thirst combined. Like a beast clamoring to escape from the cage he formed through years of discipline, one enchanting song from her made all his efforts drain.
Reznik observed, analyzed, and strategized.
He watched as Layla’s arm reached out to adjust the light of the room. The dim light came on and Reznik opened the door.
Layla was obviously startled by him.
For the first time, Reznik blatantly observed her.
Layla was wearing a low-end suit that was common in the Garbage Star. But perhaps she was yet to adjust her clothing size, the supposed shabby suit was now hugging her petite body tightly, clearly displaying her soft curves.
Layla, who was subjected by Reznik’s deep gaze, instinctly covered her chest with her hands. Her eyes, like an innocent lamb, looked at Reznik’s tall and imposing body in fear and uttered a soft cry.
For Reznik, Layla couldn’t even be called a woman. She was so small that he wondered if she would break when he pound her little body ruthlessly.
Her long black hair was tied ehind her head. She had a pointed round face and clear eyes, which were full of naivety and fear. She had a slender figure. Her breasts were obviously not well developed—probably because of malnutrition—but they were beginning to take shape.
She was a girl with no sense of aggression at all, the opposite of him.
Looking at her, the evil and perverted side of Reznik wanted to reach out and drag the girl into the abyss so that touch of purity in her would be stained with his own blackness.
“I—I have to go and trade these.” Without looking back, like a frightened little cub, Layla dashed out of the shack.
Reznik could only chuckle. The sense of chasing the prey slowly ignited within him. Rubbing the tear mole beside his right eye out of habit, he said: “Layla, oh, Layla… A sweet Level SS healer… unique skill: melody healing… yet you failed to extinguish the fire in me.”
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Reznik lay on the improvised bed with the scent of the young girl. The shack had been in disrepair for a long time. If he lay down, the stench of wooden board would hit him in the face. Since she gave her bed to him, he started sleeping here with Layla moving below.
But Reznik lay there very comfortably.
He lazily crossed his legs, put his hands behind his head, and looked at Layla with narrow eyes.
For him, she was like a pure and innocent little white rabbit with all her emotions on her face.
Reznik found it interesting, and lazily moved to the side, stretched out his hand and patted the half-empty mat.
“Come, sleep here,” said Reznik, “You are my benefactor. And I will be your guardian when we settled in the Capital Star. You better get used to it.”
Layla, whose life in the past life filled with work, did not sense the danger. Plus, she knew that he was her only ticket in leaving this place. Her attitude of flattery to the boss which she perfected in the last life kicked in on instinct.
Hearing this, layla really walked over naively, lay on her side beside Reznik, and curled her little body with her back on him.
The distance between the two was close and Reznik could smell her unique smell—a sweet yet seductive smell. He could also feel her heat. Her long hair was casually scattered, and a few strands of hair fell on his face but he did not take them off anyway.
‘This girl is so pure and beautiful,’ Reznik thought.
This made Reznik’s desire to conquer even stronger. He wanted to trap her in his arms, let her pure white be stained with black, and fall into the boundless abyss with him.
Layla was defenseless against this handsome young marshal. Perhaps she was too naïve or perhaps Reznik had a power that made her trust him. Not long after, she fell into a deep sleep.
Reznik changed from lying flat to lying on his side. His hot and strong chest was against Layla’s back. His strong arms passed through her slender ad soft waist, and then were held by his big hands before he gently caressed her soft curves.
In just a moment of contact with Layla, Reznik’s cock bounced uncontrollably twice. He wanted to press Layla under him and fuck her had, thrusting hand until she cried…until she climaxed.
The current environment was obviously not suitable for doing this.
Reznik’s arms were possessive and wrapped around Layla’s waist. His big palm moved upward, kneading her not-so-big breasts through the thin clothes. His other hand reached into his underwear and held his erect and excited penis, and started to stroke it up and down.