登入Mama met me with a heavy silence, her lips pressed into a thin line. I knew that silence well; it was the quiet before the storm, a few fleeting seconds before her rage would inevitably boil over."Wouldn't you like to sit down, Ma? Aren't your legs tired from standing so long?" I coaxed, painting the sweetest, most innocent expression I could muster on my face.I scrambled to clear the chaotic mountain of belongings strewn across the sofa, frantically smoothing the cushions with my palms. "Please, Ma, have a seat," I pleaded, my voice dropping to a soft, reverent whisper.Mama didn't move an inch. She merely pinned me with a piercing gaze, her breathing heavy and rhythmic as she fought to suppress the fury rising within her."You expect me to sit in a place like that?!" she hissed, her jaw tightening until it looked like stone.I stole a glance at the sofa, which was now a graveyard of my daily existence. It had long since ceased to function as a piece of furniture. Without realizing
There was a haunting grain of truth in Dita’s words. Thus far, not a single supervisor had been willing to entertain my draft. Without so much as a discussion, they would dismiss my work, coldly demanding I overhaul my research topic entirely. Some had even gone as far as to suggest, quite bluntly, that I seek mentorship elsewhere.Only Mr. Jefri remained, the lone anchor in my drifting academic life. Perhaps it was because he was new to the faculty; I had never even sat in one of his lectures before. He had joined the university only a year ago, while my thesis had been languishing for two long years, wandering in search of certainty. He was the only one who stayed, despite a reputation far more fearsome than any of his peers. Sometimes, I allowed myself to wonder if he truly, earnestly wanted to see me graduate this year.Yet, I was drowning in exhaustion from this endless cycle of revisions. To me, weaving a scholarly manuscript was far more soul-crushing than the labor of writing
My brow furrowed as I stared at the flash drive resting in my palm. "What is this thing?""Adult videos," Dita replied, her lips curling into a broad, unabashed smile."Dita!" I shrieked, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. "How on earth could you keep something like this?" I shoved the tiny device back toward her with a rough, frantic motion.Dita took it back, her face glowing. She gazed at it with a strange intensity, as if it were a relic of immense value. "Ever since I lost my innocence to Roy, Erika, I’ve become utterly obsessed with experiencing it again," she confessed unexpectedly.Good heavens, Dita? I was floored. In our seven years of friendship, I had never once glimpsed this hidden, shadowed side of her nature.Obsessed? And with Roy, of all people—the man who had circled me, intent on stealing my own honor. As her friend, a bitter taste of disappointment rose in my throat. Why would Dita surrender herself so willingly to a man as depraved as him?Dita slumped back ag
My body temperature continued to climb, chased by a surging desire that demanded to be quelled. Yet, at the very moment the tension reached its zenith, Mr. Jefri abruptly ceased his actions.I was jolted, my heart hammering against my ribs. We were both breathless, still adrift in the lingering echoes of the passion that had just ignited between us. A sharp pang of disappointment pierced through me; I had begun to lose myself in the intoxication of his touch, only for him to pull away so suddenly.I could find no words to protest. I could only stare at him in a heavy silence, my inner voice pleading, "Please, Sir, don't stop...""It seems you enjoyed that far too much," he said unexpectedly. "In a setting like this, it appears I am the one satisfying you, rather than the other way around."His words struck me like a physical blow. I shifted uncomfortably, a sheepish, uncertain smile flickering across my lips."I-I’m sorry, Sir. Please forgive me..." I stammered.Mr. Jefri gripped my w
"I’m having a bout of diarrhea, Sir!" I blurted out, a desperate attempt to deflect his suspicion. "Please forgive my tardiness. My... my stomach was in absolute knots," I added, weaving a frantic excuse.Mr. Jefri nodded, maintaining a polite distance. "In that case, please wait in the living room. I’ll prepare an oral rehydration solution so you don't grow any weaker."I gave a frantic nod and practically scurried to the living room. My breath was short, and sweat poured off me despite the cool, conditioned air of the house. It was the sheer weight of my anxiety manifesting physically.Before long, Mr. Jefri returned with a glass of the solution. He set it before me. "Drink up..." he said, reclaiming his seat.I nodded, flashing a nervous, fragile smile. "Thank you, Sir..."My hand trembled as I reached for the glass. How could it not? Mr. Jefri’s gaze was fixed on me, a constant weight that made my skin crawl with unease.I took a small sip and set the glass back on the table, shif
"Heavens! Did Mr. Jefri see me back there?"I hurried toward the living room, my breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. I sat down immediately, pressing my legs tightly together in a desperate attempt to quell the throbbing heat blooming within me."What is this feeling? Why am I—""Erika?" Mr. Jefri’s voice cut through my thoughts. He appeared suddenly, walking toward me with a measured stride.He had changed into maroon silk sleepwear. The top buttons were left undone, revealing the firm, sculpted lines of his chest. The silk draped elegantly, tracing the contours of his athletic frame."Sir..." I nodded, forcing a smile while struggling to mask the persistent tremors of my nerves.My fingers twisted together, while the damp, pulsing sensation below refused to subside. What was happening to me? I had never felt anything like this before. Why did the mere sight of his silhouette beneath that silk make my heart race so violently? It felt as though... I was aching for a touch to reach







