Third Person’s POV
“Are you a virgin?” Brett told Agatha they would discuss things to help her succeed in her seducing mission. However, Agatha couldn’t understand why he had to ask that question. Her face turned as red as a tomato. She felt so uncomfortable answering it. “W-Why do you need to ask me that question?” Agatha asked. “I told you. It’s important.” “WHY?” “Because I had to know if you have experience or not. So, answer the question. Are you a virgin or not?” Agatha gulped as she fanned her burning cheeks with her hands. She had no experience. She dated before, but they went as far as kissing. Agatha promised Mikhail that she would give her virginity once they graduated from college. Agatha isn’t old-fashioned. She was also looking forward to experiencing adulthood. Unfortunately, she and Mikhail broke up after they graduated. “If I don’t have experience, will you change your mind?” Agatha mumbled. Brett narrowed her beautiful eyes as he leaned closer. Creak. The bed creaked when he moved forward. He put his hands beside her, locking Agatha in his arms. Caught off guard, Agatha moved backward, away from the bed. But she wasn’t fast enough to avoid him. “So, you’re a virgin,” Brett whispered. Agatha stared at him up close and was bothered by his pretty face. She knew she had to hate this crazy guy who bought her as a slave. But a pretty face is a dangerous weapon. ‘I wanted to push him away, but my body couldn’t move,’ Agatha complained inwardly. When she barely pulled her spirit back, Agatha responded, “S-So what? No one said that being a virgin is a sin.” “Right,” Brett agreed with a smile. “In fact, that will make you more valuable. However, I need to ensure you were telling the truth.” He will check if she’s telling the truth? How? She only knew the answer when she felt his right-hand roam between her thighs. With widened eyes, Agatha hurriedly stopped him and shouted. “W-What are you doing!” Brett’s other hand grabbed both of Agatha’s wrists. He placed them upward and locked them tightly with his grip. He looked down at her with his eyes full of mischief and said, “Did you forget the contract you signed before? You should obey Brett Holmes. If I say, don’t move, then stay still.” His hand went inside her underwear, and he felt her pubic hair. “W-Wait!” Agatha tried to protest. But to no avail, Brett ignored her protest and entered his forefinger in her dry h*le. “Ugh!” “Does it hurt?” At his low voice, Agatha shrank unknowingly. She had no time to feel his touch because she had already been intimidated and had no previous experience. There was no way she could feel anything underneath. It was just sore without any caress. Brett watched her reaction. She looks so much in pain. As if nothing had happened, he pulled his fingers out when he saw the pain had brought tears to Agatha’s eyes. “Oh, right. You need to be ready first,” Brett whispered before he pulled his hand from his underwear. Agatha thought that he would finally let her go. However, Brett dug his hand into her center, caressing her panty and rubbing it up and down through the thin fabric. “Ahhh….” A moan, like a sigh, flowed through Agatha’s teeth. “St, stop.” “Shshss. You don’t have the right to order your master.” As Brett rubbed her clothed entrance with his finger, juices flowed on Agatha’s petals. Her panty was soaked with her sweet juice. ‘I am getting wet!’ Afraid and ashamed of Brett, Agatha tried to close her legs. But it was futile. Brett had already noticed her wetness. It meant she was ready to let him enter her again. And so, Brett slid her panty and then put his index finger inside her wet entrance. “Ugh! Hmmm!” Agatha’s hidden moan came out of her mouth. “Haaa…ahhh…” It was a pleasure she experienced for the first time in her life. Agatha felt so strange yet sweet that she could not tell ‘no’ to her master as firmly as before. She thought she should not let a stranger like him do this lewd thing to her, so Agatha moved her hips away from his finger. But that stimulated her even more. “Ahh…uck…” As she moved her hips, Brett dug his finger deeper than before. She was gradually drenched in pleasure, and her dry genitals were soggy with love fluids flowing down. “Hanng!” Brett smiled at the scent growing sweeter and sweeter. Then he started to move his finger in and out of her hole. “Oh my god… ahhh…” she moaned, wriggling her body as if she didn’t know where to incline. Each time his finger went deep, a moan that was sweeter than before flowed out of her mouth. “Ha, hank! Uh, huaa… uht!” She barely opened her eyes to look at his face. And when she saw him smirking at her while playing rough underneath, a sense of satisfaction filled her. She was reddened with excitement. It was then Brett put another finger inside. “Ack! You!” she shouted in beautiful pain. “You?” Brett whispered. “You shouldn’t call me that. It is supposed to be ‘Master.’” Brett stimulated her insides by drawing circles with his fingers as if widening her narrow vag*nal opening. “Ahhh…! You…” “Master. Call me master.” “M-Master!” Agatha called as if crying with nothing but seductive moans. As she shouted the sexy endearment, Agatha’s body trembled at the unfamiliar sensation. An even greater pleasure shivered through her body as the fingers reached the depths. “You’re really a virgin. It was so narrow, my slave,” Brett said, as his fingers poked back and forth instead of in circles. And he occasionally moved his fingers crossed and aroused in different places, driving Agatha crazy. “Uhh… Master, ahh!” “You’re choking your master’s finger, baby.” “Hmmm!” Agatha didn’t respond, as the pleasure was beyond tolerance. When his finger deeply moved in, her eyes seemed to flash white. However, Brett pulled out his finger, leaving Agatha with a feeling of regret. Following her heart, she unknowingly shook her back and followed his hand in the search for pleasure that wasn’t finished yet. “You want to finish?” “Uhk!” “Say it. Say: ‘Let me cum, master.’” Agatha gritted her teeth. She has high esteem and doesn’t want to succumb to him and say those lewd words. But because of his fingers, all negative emotions had disappeared. “C-Cum… Let me cum, please… Let me cum, master.” Brett looked down at Agatha with a sultry smile. Sweat forehead, disheveled hair, and a white body. He chose the perfect pawn to exact his revenge on Lanceil Grim. Because right now, Brett was suppressing his desire to take his pants off and shove his swelling c*ck in the virgin hole. ‘No. She had to stay a virgin until she could seduce Lanceil,’ having these thoughts which made him quite annoyed, Brett picked up his pace and played rough on her p*ssy. “Ahh! Ahhh! I felt weird… I…!” Spurt. Agatha saw white as her legs shook and her hips moved independently. Catching her breath, she collapsed on the bed. “Haah… Haa… haa…” A strong sweet scent filled the room. Agatha found out about the world of adulthood. It was scary yet exciting at the same time. Brett pulled out his hand and showed it to Agatha. When Agatha saw her liquid flowing on his fingers, she realized how crazy she was to let her do that thing! Yet, she couldn’t say anything but blush in shame. “Paying 5 million dollars was worth it,” Brett chuckled before licking his wet fingers.Third Person’s POVBrett had spent the entire day cleaning his younger sister's room. Now that the whole Olive mystery was finally solved and he was free from its clutches, he felt a sense of relief. He neatly packed all of his sister's belongings into boxes and stored them in the cabinet. The only thing he left out was the picture frame of him and Olive.Exhausted from the day's cleaning, Brett lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling."Man, that was exhausting," he grumbled, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead.As he turned his head, his gaze fell upon the picture frame on the table. Sitting up, he leaned against the headboard."So, is this really the end?" he pondered.He had brought justice to his family's tragedy and Ian Grim had been punished. He no longer needed to keep Agatha by his side since their slave contract had ended. Soon, Agatha would be going to Argentina.It felt like the climax had passed and a happy ending was on its way."A happy ending," Brett thou
Agatha’s POVIt's been a whole month since everything went down. Today, I hung out with my friend, Sebastian."Agatha," he said in a serious tone. "Are you really sure about your decision?""Hmmm?""That," he murmured."Ahhh," I nodded, understanding what he was referring to. "Yes, I'm pretty sure."I saw him nod his head before he kicked a small rock that was lying in the middle of the road."Hmmm," he whispered.I looked up and saw the inviting blue sky, urging me to have some more fun today."There are so many bad memories in this place," I said. "So it's better for me to leave."Exactly.Even though I'm gazing at this beautiful sky above me, the horrifying scenes keep replaying in my mind over and over again. Sleeping at night is the worst, as nightmares never fail to haunt me. It's hard to breathe and even harder to cry when my tears have run dry.The only solution I can think of is to go somewhere else.Will it help me forget my past?Maybe yes, maybe not. Who knows if I don’t t
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Agatha’s POVAs I stared at the termination contract, the goal I had set for myself to escape slavery suddenly felt within reach.Brett explained, "This contract means you're free from working for me."I glanced at Brett, noticing his tired and puffy eyes. I wondered if he had been crying all night.The reason Brett had asked me to seduce Lanceil Grim was to uncover the truth behind his sister's death by investigating the Grim family.And now, the mystery was finally solved. Olive, Lanceil's former wife, had died after discovering a secret place beneath the mansion where she saw Mrs. Susan Grim, who was supposed to be dead. Ian Grim had killed his daughter-in-law to keep the truth hidden.The crumpled paper in my hands brought back memories of all the terrible things he had done. Not only did he hide his wife, but he also caused the deaths of hundreds of people on that plane, stole a corpse, killed Olive, my dad, and ultimately, murdered Mikhail.He was sentenced to death by the court
Third Person’s POVInside the ambulance, a sense of claustrophobia always lingers. The confined space is filled with activity, from the paramedics tending to Maxine's wound to the police officer urgently demanding that she survive.Despite the chaos around her, Maxine remains calm, feeling the chill of the ambulance seeping into her body. As time ticks by, the pain in her wound subsides, leaving her with goosebumps and a pallid complexion. Her eyes grow heavy, her breaths shallow, amidst the cacophony of urgent voices.“It is Code 3. Code 3!”A life threatening emergency code 3, her faint vital signs and sirens rang on her ears.‘Ahhhh, I am going to die,’ Maxine realized, and by the time she did, she could not stop the grin spread on her bloody lips.They say time is like a tissue. With every minute that passes before treatment, more body parts that should be pink will turn white or blue, and white or blue equals to dead. Maxine could feel that in any moment she can be at Code 4, the
Third Person’s POVA few days later, the trial against Mr. Ian Grim commenced. Surprisingly, Jake Dawson, despite his deep sorrow over the loss of his son, received a lifetime sentence. The trial concluded smoothly, but it was evident that Mikhail's demise was a result of Ian's deceitful plan. Jake, harboring no sympathy for his acquaintance, saw no reason to protect Ian's reputation. In fact, he desired a more severe punishment for him. Consequently, Jake bravely disclosed the truth in court, leaving Ian with little opportunity to refute the allegations.Nevertheless, Ian remained seated in the courtroom, delusionally believing that he still had a chance to escape his fate. With an unsettling lack of remorse etched on his face, he anxiously awaited his verdict, his wrists bound by handcuffs.The prosecutor declared, "I intend to summon Wayne Jetts as a witness, your Honor."Sebastian took his place on the witness stand and glanced at the spectators. Among them, he locked eyes with Ag