"Ah~ Amazing!!! ❤️~"
"Aldric, your milk… it's… it's filling me up inside…"
Inside a bedroom decorated with cute ornaments, the air was thick with the scent of sex and lustful moans.
On the bed, a man and a woman were tightly embracing each other.
The woman had golden hair and a lovely face that looked barely twenty. There was a trace of youthful innocence on her expression, yet her body exuded the full allure of a grown woman.
She was panting, her perfect body glistening with sweat, as if she had just stepped out of a shower — without a single piece of fabric covering her skin.
The man holding her looked as handsome as a movie actor, his chiseled face radiating masculine charm, with neatly trimmed black hair completing his look.
The girl smiled and said, "Aldric, you're so strong… I… I'm exhausted."
Aldric smirked. "How was it? Amazing, right?"
"Uhm…" The girl whined softly, "It was wonderful… Will you come again tomorrow?"
Aldric chuckled. "Of course, tomorrow I'll—"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"You bitch! Don't think I don't know what you're doing in there! Open the damn door, or I'll kill you and that bastard inside!"
The girl: "??!!"
Aldric: "??!!"
A furious male voice roared from outside the room — middle-aged, angry, and impatient.
Aldric turned to the girl he had just slept with, frowning. "You… you said you didn't have a boyfriend, right?"
"Yes." Her face went pale, trembling as she stammered, "But… that's… my father."
"Your father?!" Aldric's face twisted — this was a first for him.
"Don't talk anymore." The girl quickly pushed Aldric away, tossed his clothes at him, and said, "Jump out the window. I'll hold him off."
"But you said your parents were divorced, didn't you?" Aldric asked, his brows furrowed.
She didn't answer. She just shoved the clothes into his hands and pushed him toward the window. "Stop asking and go now."
She opened the window — it was the third floor of a small house, but there was a slanted roof below. He could climb down from it safely.
But as he climbed out, the girl suddenly grabbed his hand and kissed him.
This time, it was different from when they made love.
Their lips merely brushed against each other — a gentle touch like a breeze passing by — before parting.
She looked at him, eyes shimmering with restrained emotion, and softly said, "I know you have many women out there. I'm just one of them, aren't I?"
"Ack! That…" Aldric froze, not expecting her to find out so soon.
He sighed, not denying it. Instead, he nodded lightly and said, "Yeah, I'm a playboy. You can curse me, hit me, or—"
"No… hehe…" She suddenly smiled brightly. "I don't blame you. Aldric, thank you for bringing a bit of light into my life."
"Heh?! You…"
Aldric wanted to say something, but she interrupted him.
"If I die, come visit my grave and bring white orchids, okay? I really love that flower."
"Die?! What the hell are you talking about?"
SLAM!
She didn't answer. Instead, she closed the window and drew the curtain immediately.
Standing on the slanted roof, Aldric's face was filled with confusion as he tried to peek inside.
BAM!
A heavy crash echoed through the room. Aldric could tell the middle-aged man had just smashed the door open with brute force.
"Where's that bastard?! I'll cut him to pieces! Daring to defile my daughter—I'll slice him into a hundred parts!"
"Father!" the girl shouted. "How did you even get in here? This is my house!"
"What?! This is my house! I bought it for you and your mother!"
"But you and my mother are divorced! Just leave me alone already!"
SLAP!
A sharp crack echoed, followed by a torrent of curses. "You bitch! You're just like your mother—both filthy whores!"
"And what about you?!" the girl screamed through tears. "Other than drinking and hitting me, what have you ever done? You beat Mother so badly you broke her neck! Are you even a man anymore?!"
"You… you…" The man's face twisted in rage, teeth grinding. "Fine! You want to know if I'm a man or not, huh?"
He suddenly pulled down his pants, grinning obscenely. "Damn it! I'll show you right now what kind of man I am!"
"Agh! No! Stop it!"
Outside, Aldric heard everything—the shouting, the crying—and instantly understood what was happening.
He sighed, shaking his head. "This has nothing to do with me," he muttered, turning away to jump off the roof.
"No! You monster! You're not human!"
"You beast! You coward!"
The girl's voice, full of tears and rage, cut through the night.
At that moment, Aldric froze. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He hurriedly pulled on his pants and wrapped his shirt several times around his left arm.
"Damn it! Even if I'm a playboy, there are still principles I can't break."
Yes—despite being a womanizer, despite being a bastard, Aldric had his own code.
And among those rules, there was one he would never violate… he would never abandon a woman of his.
BAM!
Aldric smashed through the window with his wrapped arm and burst into the room.
The obese middle-aged man was already on top of the trembling girl, his pants down around his knees.
"You bastard!" Aldric roared, his fist swinging straight into the man's face.
BAM!
His punch landed squarely, sending the man crashing backward, clutching his face.
Aldric quickly pulled the girl up. "Hurry! Run!"
She was stunned that he had come back—but without hesitation, she shouted, "Let's run together!"
Aldric had no intention of staying in this hellhole, but before he could move, the man grabbed a knife and lunged forward.
He barely had time to react. Aldric pushed the girl away—
SLAP!
"Ack!" The blade plunged into his abdomen, a searing pain exploding through his body.
"Aldric! Aldric!" the girl screamed.
Gritting his teeth, Aldric shouted, "Run! Damn it! Are you planning to wait until I'm dead before you move?!"
"But—!"
"Go!" Aldric roared, locking both hands around the man's wrists.
"You bastard!" the man bellowed, face contorted like a rabid beast. "You dare steal my daughter?! She's mine! Mine! MINE! AGH!!!"
"You perverted freak!" Aldric snarled. "You're so fat you should just stick with pigs!"
BAM!
Aldric slammed his head forward with all his strength.
SMASH!
The man staggered backward, pulling the knife out of Aldric's stomach as he fell.
Exhausted, Aldric slumped to the floor, clutching the wound with both hands, but the blood poured out like a stream.
"Damn it… never thought my playboy life would end this soon. I haven't even tried a threesome… or a foursome yet…"
He panted heavily, mumbling through fading consciousness. His vision blurred, darkness closing in on him.
In his final moments, he saw the man stand up again, still gripping the blood-stained knife.
Then a warm embrace wrapped around him—the girl hadn't run away. She held him tightly, as if trying to shield him.
Aldric couldn't help but smile bitterly. All his efforts to make her escape had been pointless.
'Ah… at least… when I die, I'm in the arms of a beautiful girl… and not that fat bastard.'
Aldric slowly closed his eyes as darkness swallowed his mind.