Private.
That was the word Sabrina had whispered with a wicked smile as she led me around the back of the gym.
And my brain, already battered by days of Lila's teasing, didn't know how to say no.
We were barely out of view when she pressed me against the wall, fingers playing with my shirt, her breath warm against my neck.
"So…" she purred. "No girlfriend, right?"
I hesitated.
"I—It's… complicated."
"Stepsister complicated," she smirked. "Not a real girlfriend."
She stood on tiptoe, about to kiss me—
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"Ahem."
The voice hit like icewater.
Chilling. Beautiful.
Deadly.
Lila.
Standing just behind Sabrina with her arms crossed.
Eyes glowing with a look that could vaporize a person's soul.
"Oh," Sabrina blinked, startled. "Didn't see you there."
"Clearly," Lila said flatly, stepping forward. "But I saw you."
Sabrina laughed awkwardly.
"You're just his… stepsister, right?"
Lila tilted her head, her stare landing on me like a vice.
> "Is that what he said?"
I froze. My heart was pounding. She looked like she could tear Sabrina in half without blinking. Her nails were already glowing faintly red.
"Oh, no, you don't get to walk away, sweetheart," Lila said, stepping in between us.
Her aura was suffocating now. Like a slow-building thunderstorm.
Sabrina stumbled back.
And I… panicked.
"G-Girlfriend!" I blurted out.
Everything stopped.
"She's—she's my girlfriend!"
Sabrina looked at me like I'd slapped her.
> "What?! You said—"
"I lied!" I said quickly. "I just… I didn't want people knowing. It's complicated! But she's my girlfriend."
Sabrina took a step back, cheeks flushed with anger.
> "Right. Wow. Good luck with that."
And she stormed off.
Silence.
I turned to face Lila—
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And she was smiling.
That smile, the kind of smile that meant I was so screwed.
She walked toward me slowly, hips swaying like a predator circling prey.
"Girlfriend," she whispered, the word dripping off her tongue. "Mmm. Say it again."
I swallowed.
"You're… my girlfriend."
> "Louder."
"You're my girlfriend, Lila."
She beamed.
> "Aww. Finally."
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She didn't touch me, not once but my body responded anyway.
Because her eyes locked onto me like a heat-seeking missile. And suddenly… I couldn't move.
I gasped, grabbing the wall behind me.
"Wh—What are you—?"
"Did you forget I'm not just a succubus?" she whispered, stepping closer.
> "I'm a queen."
My pants got tighter. So much tighter.
She hadn't even raised a finger.
"You think your little friend could've made you feel like this?" she said softly.
"She doesn't even know how to look at you properly."
Her eyes darkened slightly, lips parted, and something invisible gripped me.
I was throbbing. Pulsing. On the edge.
But nothing touched me.
Nothing.
Just her stare and it was exquisite torture.
"I could make you feel pleasure in ways your mortal brain couldn't even process," she said, voice soft and cruel.
"But not today."
I was shaking.
"Why… not?"
"Because you were going to let her touch my dick," she said.
"And bad boys don't get to cum."
I whimpered. Literally whimpered.
She leaned in, brushed her lips against my cheek without kissing, and whispered:
> "I didn't even touch you this time. Imagine what I could do if I really tried."
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Then she stepped back, turned, and flipped her hair with a grin.
"Girlfriend," she said out loud, tasting the word again.
"Eli's girlfriend. Mmm. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
She looked back, saw me struggling to stand, and giggled.
> "I'll let you suffer a little longer. Might help you learn."
She vanished down the hallway, humming.
Leaving me there.
Hard. Shaking. And now officially her… boyfriend?
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To be continued…