"You slutty bitch. I wonder how disappointed your father would be the moment he discovers you're here trying to rape a janitor. What a lowlife you are."
Just as the words left his mouth, Theo almost swallowed them back but instantly steeled himself.
He knew mentioning her father and her clan was a sensitive topic, one that even other members of the Agency didn't dare talking about.
But he did it anyway, so what. The last thing she would do was rain a barrel of blows on him. He'd probably spend a few weeks in the hospital but so be it. Those were the consequences of his decision and he would live with them rather than cower in fear anymore.
Daring himself to try courage was addictive and working out well.
Syra, with a grimace etched across her face, walked closer to him. She seemed hesitant, and the closer she got, the more sensitive her body became. Her eyes betrayed her, repeatedly darting to the unmistakable bulge in his pants.
It was insane!
She had never seen anything like it.
Even though white-hot hatred coursed through her veins, even though she wanted nothing more than to shatter that dirty mouth of his right now...
'Ah... his mouth, how would it feel on my pussy... I wonder if his hands are skilled…'
Barely a second later she caught herself, frowning. She had no control over these thoughts. They invaded her mind like tendrils of smoke, insidiously drawing her in.
Every part of his body beckoned to her like a siren's call. She wasn't even ovulating, so why was this happening?
And most importantly.
'Had he always had that size of a cock? Isn't that inhuman?!'
She recovered a fragment of a second later.
'Oh old gods, my thoughts!'
Theo meanwhile stood there waiting patiently.
Somehow, the daughter of the Crimson Steel Clan had not hit him. She seemed lost in thought, and worse, she was practically drooling, her eyes fixated on his schlong.
'There's no doubt about it... it's real, I really received a weird class.'
Does that mean that... right now, if he moved and touched her... he would... actually be able to... fuck her?
Theo had never had sex before. Of course, like every cultured man of twenty-one, he had several experiences from reading and watching diverse franchises that explicitly gave him the privilege to beat his meat.
But the real thing remained a fantasy. He never thought a day would come when he might actually taste it.
More so, with a girl like Syra.
The daughter of the Crimson Steel clan was a very lithe young lady. Despite being dressed in a tracksuit, her moderately sized breasts curved visibly beneath the fabric, and more sensually, her nipples were making themselves known too.
'She must be very horny…'
Theo steeled himself to move forward. His jaw tightened as he took a step toward her.
Syra trembled slightly, staggering back.
Theo was about to take another step when the door of the training room swung open.
A cold and detached voice sliced through the tension, reaching the center of the room.
"What's going on here...?"
Theo shifted his gaze to the lady at the doorstep. Unlike Syra, she was dressed in a clean, neat black suit with a white inner shirt. Despite the formal nature of her dress, her hourglass curves were accentuated flawlessly.
Emerald green eyes skeptically scanned the training room before she spoke.
"Theo, you are done here. Why are you still around this late in the night?"
"Lady Syra had a few things to share with me, ma'am. So, I was just leaving."
Theo gently walked forward, a shadow falling across his face. He intentionally brushed shoulders with her, worsening her state with the slight touch.
Syra felt her entire body respond like a torrent of tsunami waves crashing against a four-cornered box desperate to escape. But she couldn't afford to lose composure. Not in front of the Vice President of the Agency.
"Syra... are you okay?"
The Vice President asked.
Immediately Syra snapped her face up.
"What? Uh? Yes! Of course yes! I am fine, Vice President."
The Vice President was silent for a moment, watching as Theo pushed his carriage of cleaning instruments. She stepped aside for him to pass before shifting her gaze back to Syra.
"I know you are here to train again. But try not to push yourself too hard. And please stop bullying the poor janitor. He might be weak, but he matters too."
Syra's expression was peculiar, her pupils fully dilated with a pale, forced smile plastered on her face.
"What? Bully? Of course, I won't, ma'am!"
She could feel relief washing over her, but that was precisely the problem...
She hated the fact that she was relieved!
Right now, she wanted nothing more than to run after that janitor, shove him against the wall, and kiss him ferociously. She wanted him to defile her in ways she had never experienced.
And that feeling itself was slowly dissipating. Never had she felt anything so intense in her life. Never had she gotten so wet that she could literally feel her panties soaked, moisture trickling down her thighs.
And this peak of arousal was just going to vanish without being satisfied by that iron fortress of a schlong she had glimpsed?!
The Vice President sighed and glanced at her one more time.
"Anyway, take care of yourself. And see you tomorrow."
With that, she turned around and left.
As soon as she was gone, Syra darted toward the window and glanced down, searching desperately for a certain someone.
Just as she looked, the young man with black hair and alabaster skin entered a cab that drove away.
She crumbled to the ground, her legs trembling.
He was gone. She could have indulged herself with that boy, and now the opportunity had vanished.
She spread her legs and touched herself.
"Fuck. I'm so wet."
She lifted two fingers and slowly separated them, watching as the slick liquid stretched between them.
Syra returned her hand there, slipping it into her panties and rubbing the surface of her clitoris while fixing her memories on the bulge she had seen and felt.
It was big. Very big.
"Shit!! Shit!! Shit!!! I want him! That bastard!!!"