7. That Summer

―Bam

Olens slammed the door shut behind him with the back of his head as he returned to his room after greeting his mother in the inner chamber on the second floor. He stared into the empty room. It looked just like it had last winter when he'd first arrived home—the same structure, the same furniture, the same bedding and interior materials—but now, returning in the summer, it felt utterly different.

Last winter, he'd met that one woman, and everything had changed afterward. In the room's quiet stillness, Olens leaned back against the closed door and shut his eyes. In his hazy consciousness, deprived of proper sleep, a rhythmic pounding echoed strongly through his mind: thud-thud-thud.

And soon, in his freshly awakened haze, a languid moan reached him.

"Nngh... ah... hnn..."

As the woman writhed on all fours, moaning, her red hair cascaded in waves over her smooth back. Below her slender waistline, her white buttocks glistened, slick with the fluids she'd spilled while clenching around his cock. When Olens thrust his rigid penis deep inside, Bri tensed her cheeks as if squeezing them together. From her position on the bed, facing away with her plump, round ass spread wide for him, the tight wrinkles at her center clenched into a puckered ring, twitching in contraction before parting slightly and snapping shut again.

He simply stared at it without moving, and Bri turned her head, parting her red lips to gasp for breath as she gazed at him.

"Darling, please don't stop."

Through the sweat-dampened strands of her red hair, her darkened maroon eyes—narrowed and feverish—were identical to the color that dominated Olens's mind. That elegant, refined face, with eyes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the same shade as the Bri now prostrated before him, had once stared at him clouded with the same deep lust.

When he'd lavishly licked her swollen, flushed red petals, she'd tangled her long white fingers in his hair and poured out thick moans. Her pale cheeks flushed with passion as she wrapped her long legs around his hips, pulling him tight, begging for more—deeper, fuller—while crying out in ecstasy. Her slick inner walls had gripped his penis in scorching heat, writhing and convulsing to drive him to delirious heights of pleasure. Each time his cock plunged roughly in and out, her narrow channel clenched desperately, oozing hot, sticky nectar that made her quiver endlessly.

Every time he took Bri, whose deep maroon eyes mirrored hers so perfectly, his desire for Evril surged back like a parched thirst.

"Hnn... ahh..."

As Olens slowly moved his penis, sliding it deep into her drenched hole, Bri shivered faintly and moaned. Her thirst-filled maroon eyes locked onto his again as she pushed her ass back against him.

"Deeper... put it in deeper. Please?"

Olens placed his hand on her white cheek, gripping the firm flesh beneath his palm. Bri let out a ragged breath. He seized her ass tightly and shifted his hips, plunging deep into the hot, slick pinkness of her core. The heated, sticky walls enveloped his cock from all sides, clinging desperately. Her smooth, warm depths quivered with delight at every motion, drawing him in further.

"Hahk... yes... there..."

Her white back arched and twisted before him, red hair swaying and slipping down between her armpits. Bri panted harshly. Her fully bloomed petals trembled finely around his thrusting cock, front to back, spurting sticky cream with each pass. When his penis buried to the hilt, her bush brushing his thighs, she cried out in a scream-like moan.

"Aaahhh! Ah... hnn!"

The pounding of their tightly meshed hot flesh throbbed through his cock. Olens paused his hips, savoring the twitching sensations of her insides.

"Hahng..."

He grabbed her shoulders where she lay prone and pulled her upright. Bri leaned her back against his chest. Her body burned hot against him, just like the clenching spasms gripping his penis below.

"Ah..."

The firm breasts under his hands were slick with sweat. As he squeezed the overflowing fullness in his palms, Bri twisted her waist, tightening around his cock below.

"Ngh... ahng..."

Olens clutched her breasts fully, twisting the stiff red nipples poking between his fingers. Bri's waist trembled, and her white ass—clenching his cock—jiggled in time with his movements. He angled his hips upward from below, driving deeper; her tensed, rigid waist bucked to take him in.

"Haang! Hnng... haaah... hah!"

As he quickened his pace, his fingers dug harder into her front breasts, nails biting into the soft flesh. But Bri seemed to find it more arousing, writhing her waist ceaselessly and shrieking sharp cries.

"Yes... there... ah, haang... haa... hngg..."

Squelch-squelch—each thrust echoed with wet, obscene sounds from below. Suddenly, Olens pulled his hips back. Her lewd cavern, once filled tight, gaped open roundly, inner walls twitching.

"...?"

His hand loosened on her taut breasts, and her freed globes thrust their stiff nipples upward. Olens pinched and twisted one hard.

"Shall we stop?"

He whispered low in Bri's ear, and she looked up at him with teary maroon eyes, pleading desperately.

"Hng... put it back in, darling... please?"

He lightly slapped her ass—smack—and the wet, round flesh stuck to his palm before bouncing away elastically.

"Go to the door."

At his command, she slid off the bed and moved. Standing with her shoulders and back against the door, she gazed at Olens with longing maroon eyes. He approached and stood before her. Shorter than Evril by far, her red crown tilted up, those maroon eyes looking pleadingly into his from below.

"Hnn... ahng... haaahk!"

As his fingers delved into her sopping wetness, Bri trembled and twisted her waist. He worked the half-buried digits up and down, twisting; the flesh against them squelched, endlessly spewing sticky fluid from within, her inner thigh muscles twitching and shaking her hips.

"Are you ready enough?"

Olens whispered low, and Bri bit her red lower lip ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with a craving expression, licking it. He withdrew his slick, drenched fingers from her teasing depths and shoved them into her red mouth. She pursed her lips around them, sucking.

"Hmmp... ha... hmmp."

With his other hand, he slowly lifted her inner knee, hooking it over his arm. Standing against the door, one leg raised and hooked on his arm, Bri lapped at his fingers with her tongue, her hazy maroon eyes glazed with lust.

"Shall I put it deep inside your secret place?"

At his tempting voice, she answered not with words but by twisting her waist, leaning toward his rigid erection. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Olens gripped one cheek of her ass with a strong hand. Bri quivered faintly in ecstatic anticipation.

"Hngg..."

Soon, the hard, hot sensation brushed her spread, sticky petals. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her sweat-slick body close—but against her hopes, his cock didn't plunge into the hot, oozing depths. Instead, it pressed against the tightly puckered ring of wrinkles at her rear.

"...?!"

Bri looked up at him quizzically at the unexpected firmness, and Olens gazed down coldly, lips curling in a sneer.

"Ah?! Haaaak! Ngh!!"

In that instant, a rock-hard, blazing thickness suddenly pierced her tight rear entrance like a spear.

"Urk!"

Bri's rigid waist and clenched cheeks resisted the invasion, but Olens hoisted her hooked leg higher, thrusting deeper. Her virgin back passage, assaulted for the first time by this monstrous intrusion, let out not a moan of pleasure but a scream of agony.

"Aaah! Ack! It hurts!"

Ignoring her shrieking cries, Olens pistoned his hips rapidly. Her vise-like sphincter clenched so tight it choked his breath, desperately blocking his advance—but he forced through with brute power.

"Ack, stop! Aaak, it hurts...!"

As her delicate flesh tore and burned like fire, Bri wept in pain, twisting her body and clinging to him in desperate pleas. Olens looked down into her clouded maroon eyes—so like Evril's, now dulled and tear-filled.

"Shake your ass and moan. Isn't that right? I've filled your slutty hole with something big and hard."

He whispered in her ear as she sobbed, ravaging her with brutal thrusts. His spear-like cock withdrew as if slipping out, only to stab deep again, burying to the hilt. Each impact choked her breath, wrenching screams from her throat.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Please... stop, stop, stop... ack!"

Then, from her strangled depths, pleasure began to bloom, seeping into Olens's delirious mind. The image sharpened: that day, in that place, Evril biting her lip, face contorted in ecstasy as she hung on her fiancé's cock.

That scene replayed every day since. His goddess, panting against the door, one lewd thigh raised wide on his arm, writhing and moaning as that man's penis plunged in and out. The wet friction of slick flesh, her ragged breaths mingling with feverish moans, her narrowed eyes drunk on lust—crimson lips spilling thick, lust-laden cries. The scene from the national ball's lounge replayed endlessly in his mind like a black swamp, an inescapable abyss dragging him under, his body slowly consumed.

Just like the muscles clenching his penis now, that damp, gloomy darkness gripped his entire being, squeezing tighter with every breath.

With each movement, Bri's face paled, twisting in agony as she sobbed. When her blurred maroon eyes contorted up at him, that endless loop replayed again. The moment with Evril and her fiancé, Shaylin's conversation—dripping with humiliation, scorn, and mockery—invaded his mind, crushing his consciousness from all sides.

And Evril. With a simple "yes," she'd denied his existence, dismissed him, despised him.

Rage, inferiority, insane jealousy, isolation from rejection—all surged toward Bri and her eyes like Evril's. His hips grew ever rougher. No matter how she wept and begged, the hellish act continued until her consciousness faded in excruciating pain. It ended with a hot surge flooding inside her.

As his rigid cock withdrew, thick fluid mingled with red blood trickled down her inner thighs. Olens whispered low in Bri's limp, slumped ear as she leaned weakly against him.

"You'll get used to it. And learn to enjoy it. Like her."

Olens took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and slowly surveyed the room, wavy with the western continent's sweltering summer heat. The endless replays in his mind—unquenchable rage and love-hate—churned into murky hatred. To slake this starving craving, he had to meet her, the root of it all: Evril.