Chapter 13 - Allan Was Attacked By Mikaela.

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Once Allen stepped into his office, Mikaela followed him inside without saying a word. The moment the door closed behind her, she turned and locked it.

Click. The sound was sharp in the quiet room. Allen paused mid-step and glanced back, confused. "…Mikaela?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Why did you lock the—"

He didn't get to finish. In a sudden burst of movement, Mikaela crossed the room and lunged at him, grabbing his shirt and crashing her lips against his.

Allen froze. His mind went completely blank for half a second. Her kiss wasn't gentle. It wasn't playful. It was messy, desperate—like she was afraid that if she hesitated for even a heartbeat, she'd lose her nerve entirely.

Allen stumbled back a step, instinctively catching himself before hitting the desk, his hands hovering awkwardly at his sides, not touching her.

"Mikaela—!" he breathed against her lips, pure shock in his voice. Her hands were trembling where they gripped his clothes, her breath uneven, her whole body tight with emotion she clearly didn't know how to control anymore.

Allen could even now see her tears dripping from her eyes, tracing salty trails down her flushed cheeks, making her look both broken and fiercely determined.

"What's wrong with you, Mikaela? Did something happen?" Allen said in a worried tone, especially seeing how she was trembling now, while trying to wipe her tears away with his thumb. His touch was gentle, hesitant, as if afraid to shatter her further, but the warmth of his skin against her face only seemed to fuel the storm inside her.

"Shut up!" Mikaela snapped, her voice raw and edged with desperation. Without another word, she released his shirt just long enough to yank at her own clothes. She gripped the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her head in one swift motion, the thin fabric catching briefly on her dark hair before tossing it aside.

Her full C-cup breasts strained against the black lace bra, nipples already pebbling visibly through the sheer material, rising and falling with each ragged breath. Then, her fingers moved to the button of her short jeans, popping it open and shoving the denim down her hips.

The shorts slid over her toned thighs, revealing matching black panties that hugged the curve of her ass and the subtle mound of her pussy, a faint damp spot betraying her arousal. She kicked the jeans away, standing there in just her underwear, her body on full display—smooth tone skin glowing under the office lights, hips swaying slightly as she shifted her weight, every curve screaming temptation.

"Whoa... stop, Mikaela, what are you doing?" Allen stammered, his eyes widening in genuine shock at her behavior. This was also because now he could see that sexy body of hers up close—the way her breasts heaved with each breath, the dip of her waist flaring into wide hips, the long legs that seemed endless.

His gaze lingered despite himself, heat flooding his face and lower, his cock stirring uncomfortably in his pants as forbidden thoughts crashed through his mind.

"I said shut up and don't say anything," Mikaela hissed, her voice trembling but fierce. "I need this, okay? Please... don't reject me. And if you do, I swear I'll let every guy in school fuck my body, one after another, pounding my pussy and ass until I'm dripping with their cum. And then I'll kill myself right after." Her words hung in the air like a blade, her eyes wild and pleading, tears still streaming as she stepped closer, her nearly naked form brushing against him, the heat of her skin seeping through his clothes.

This threat hit Allen like a punch to the gut, freezing him in place. Of course he wouldn't let her do something like that—he cared too much, even if he hadn't admitted it to himself yet. And hell, he wasn't some hypocrite pretending he didn't want her.

The sight of her like this, vulnerable yet aggressive, her black lingerie clinging to sweat-dampened skin, ignited a fire in his veins.

His heart hammered, a mix of fear for her safety and raw desire twisting together, making his hands clench at his sides.

For that brief moment, the room felt too small.

Too quiet.

The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the faint tick of the clock on the wall, the locked door a barrier against the outside world, trapping them in this charged bubble of tension and unspoken need.

Allen's mind reeled—visions of her broken, used by strangers, or worse, gone forever—clawed at him, but beneath it all, the press of her body against his stirred his cock to full hardness, straining against the fabric.

Mikaela watched his face, her yandere instincts flaring as she saw the conflict melt into reluctant acceptance.

A twisted smile crept across her lips, dark and possessive, like a girl who'd just ensnared her obsession. Her tears slowed, replaced by a manic gleam in her eyes, her body thrumming with triumph. She'd broken through his walls. He was hers to take now, no matter the cost.

Emboldened, she closed the distance again, her hands returning to his shirt. She started unbuttoning it slowly at first, fingers tracing the lines of his chest through the fabric, but her desperation built quickly, popping the remaining buttons with eager tugs.

The shirt fell open, revealing the hard ridges of his abs.

All the while, she pressed her lips to his skin—kissing the salty curve of his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a faint red mark, her tongue darting out to taste the rapid beat of his pulse.

Her mouth trailed lower, nipping at his collarbone, then licking a wet path across his chest, circling one flat nipple before drawing it into her mouth with a firm suck that made his breath hitch sharply.

Allen's hands finally moved, gripping the edge of the desk behind him for support as her kisses ignited sparks across his body. He didn't push her away—couldn't, not after her chilling words.

Her lace-covered breasts pressed against his half-exposed chest, the hard peaks of her nipples dragging against his skin through the thin barrier, sending jolts straight to his groin where his erection throbbed insistently.

She shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, then her fingers attacked his belt, the metallic clink echoing as she yanked it free.

Her lips never stopped—ghosting over his ribs, down the taut muscles of his abdomen, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just above his waistband, making his hips jerk involuntarily.

She tugged his pants open, shoving them down his thighs along with his boxers in a hurried slide, his thick cock springing free, hard and leaking pre-cum from the tip.

And when Mikaela glanced down at Allen's crotch, her eyes widened at the sight of his massive cock.

She could see the thick outline of it, bulging prominently, and her breath caught in her throat.

"So big," she whispered, swallowing hard as a nervous gulp echoed in the quiet room.

This was her first time ever laying eyes on a real man's cock like this—up close and personal—and the sheer size of it made her heart race.

She was still a virgin, untouched and innocent, her body tingling with a mix of fear and curiosity that pooled low in her belly.

Is this what a normal cock looks like? she wondered silently, her mind swirling with questions.

It seemed impossibly huge, thicker than her wrist and longer than she could imagine fitting anywhere. But despite the intimidation, a spark of determination ignited in her.

She wanted to please him, to show Allen that she was worth keeping around. With trembling hands, she reached out and tugged his pants down just enough to free his throbbing erection. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the head already glistening with a bead of precum that made her cheeks flush hot.

Without another moment's hesitation, Mikaela parted her soft lips and leaned forward, taking the tip of his cock into her warm mouth. She sucked eagerly, her tongue swirling tentatively around the sensitive underside as she bobbed her head. The sweat taste surprised her, but she pushed through, hollowing her cheeks to create more suction.

Slurp... The wet sound filled the air as she worked him deeper, her inexperience showing in the slight gag when the girth stretched her jaw wide. But she didn't stop—oh no, she dove in with a hunger she didn't know she possessed, her lips sliding up and down the shaft, coating it in her saliva.

Slurp... Slurp... Slurp...

Each pull and release echoed lewdly, her mouth making obscene noises as she devoured him. Allen's reaction was immediate; his eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back against the wall with a low groan escaping his lips. "Shit... Mikaela," he rasped, his voice thick with pleasure, one hand instinctively threading into her hair to guide her rhythm without forcing her.

Seeing the way his body tensed, the way his breath hitched and his hips bucked slightly into her mouth, sent a thrill straight through Mikaela. He was enjoying this—really enjoying it—and that knowledge made her pussy clench with unexpected arousal. She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder, her tongue flicking over the slit at the tip to lap up more of that leaking precum. A warmth spread between her thighs, her own innocence cracking under the heat of the moment.

With this, he'll never leave me right, He's going to leave that bitch named Raviel, right? she thought desperately, even as she choked a little on his length. Not after I give him everything—my mouth, my body, all of me. The idea fueled her, turning her tentative licks into bold, sloppy strokes.

She hollowed her cheeks again, taking him as deep as her virgin throat would allow, gagging softly but pressing on. Allen's fingers tightened in her hair, his breaths coming in ragged pants, and Mikaela felt a surge of pride mixed with her growing desire. This was just the beginning, and she was determined to make it unforgettable.

This only fueled Mikaela's desire even more—she craved to swallow every inch of Allen's thick cock, her tongue itching to explore while her fingers toyed with his heavy balls, rolling them gently in her palm to heighten his pleasure.

She imagined taking him all the way down her throat, feeling that massive shaft pulse against her tonsils, but reality hit hard. Despite her eagerness, she could only manage about half his length; the girth stretched her lips to their limit, and each attempt to push deeper triggered a reflexive gag that made her eyes water.

Saliva dripped from her chin, mixing with the precum leaking steadily from his tip, but she refused to back down. Her virgin mouth wasn't built for this yet, but damn if she wasn't going to try.

Frustration sparked an idea, a wicked little twist to make up for what she couldn't do with her mouth alone. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Mikaela pulled back just enough to strip off her black bra, letting her full, perky breasts spill free.

They bounced softly as she shimmied out of her matching black panties next, the fabric sliding down her smooth thighs and pooling at her feet. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, pink and erect, begging for attention, but she had other plans.

Kneeling closer, she pressed her soft tits together around the base of his cock, enveloping the lower half in warm, pillowy flesh while her mouth latched back onto the upper portion. She started moving, her breasts squeezing and sliding up and down his shaft in a rhythmic paizuri, the slick skin gliding easily thanks to the mess of spit already coating him.

Her tongue swirled around the head as she sucked on that half she could handle, bobbing shallowly while her tits pumped him with firm pressure.

The sensation was overwhelming—her mouth hot and wet, her breasts soft yet tight, creating a dual assault that had Allen's knees weakening.

Mikaela looked up at him through her lashes, her voice muffled around his cock but dripping with needy affection.

"Do you like it, Allen? You must like it, right?" she murmured between slurps, her words vibrating against his sensitive skin.

Allen's response was a guttural moan, his hands finally reaching down to tangle in her hair. "Mikaela... ahh, yes... I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his voice strained as he gripped her head gently but firmly, guiding her movements to match the thrust of his hips. He didn't force her deeper—just helped her keep the pace, fucking her mouth and tits in unison, the wet sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room.

Slaps of her breasts against his thighs mixed with the obscene slurp-slurp of her lips, and Mikaela's heart soared. This was it—proof that he was starting to accept her, to want her in this intimate way. As a yandere, the thought consumed her: he was hers now, bound by this pleasure she was giving him freely. No one else could make him feel like this; she'd ensure it.

She could feel it building, the telltale throb of his cock swelling even thicker between her breasts and in her mouth. His balls tightened under her occasional squeezes, drawing up as the pressure mounted.

Mikaela hummed in encouragement, her own pussy aching with neglected need, juices trickling down her inner thighs from the sheer thrill of pleasing him. She wanted his release, needed to taste it, to claim it as her own.

Slash...

Allen's body tensed, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he erupted. Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, flooding her mouth in powerful spurts. Mikaela swallowed greedily, her throat working to take every drop of his sweet, creamy load.

It coated her tongue, rich and addictive, tasting just like vanilla strawberry yogurt—smooth, fruity, and utterly intoxicating. She milked him with her lips and tits until he was spent, not letting a single bit escape. Even as he softened slightly in her grasp, she licked her lips clean, savoring the flavor that left her craving more.

This was her addiction now, Allen's cum marking her from the inside out.

Now sit down," Mikaela commanded Allen.

This made Allen look at Mikaela with a bit of hesitation. "Mikaela~" Allen said.

"Shh, I said don't talk, okay?" Mikaela replied as she sat on his lap, rubbing her thin labia lips back and forth while gazing at Allen like a she-wolf in heat.

Then Mikaela grabbed Allen's cock shaft and directed the head toward her vaginal opening.

This initially caused Mikaela a bit of pain as the big cock head pushed into her vaginal hole.

But with a deep breath, Mikaela thrust her pussy down, letting her body fall by gravity onto Allen's lap.

"Ahhhhh!" Mikaela screamed as she felt her hymen tear, causing her pussy to leak blood that dripped onto his crotch.

Even her slim belly bulged slightly because his cock had penetrated straight through her cervix, touching the end of her womb.

Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she looked toward Allen.

"Kiss me, please," Mikaela pleaded with a pitiful face.

Allen, seeing Mikaela like this, said "fuck it." He finally took initiative, kissing Mikaela with lust and hunger.

He couldn't hold back anymore, especially since Mikaela had gone this far.

Mikaela also began to rock her hips, though with some difficulty.

Plop... plop... plop...

"Ahhh ahhh ahhh," Mikaela started moaning, her pussy tightening and gripping his cock tightly every time Allen's cock knocked against the end of her womb.

Allen could definitely feel it. "You're so tight," Allen said.

"Ahhh hehe, you must love it, right Allen?" Mikaela said as she moved her hips even faster.

Allen nodded. "Yes," he said, moaning too.

"Suck my tits," Mikaela commanded.

Allen, no longer hesitant, immediately kissed, licked, and sucked both of Mikaela's nipples.

"Ahhh yes, I think I'm going to come," said Mikaela as she moved her hips faster and faster, her hips grinding down with frantic urgency, the slick slide of her pussy enveloping Allen's cock in a vise-like grip that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through both of them. Sweat beaded on her forehead, trickling down her neck and between her heaving breasts, which jiggled enticingly with every forceful roll of her body.

The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their union—skin slapping against skin, her arousal coating his shaft and dripping onto his balls below—as she chased the building crescendo, her inner walls fluttering in anticipation of the release she craved so deeply.

"Yes... me to," replied Allen, his words coming out in a strained grunt, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass to pull her closer, urging her on even as his own control frayed at the edges. Allen's chest rose and fell rapidly, his abs contracting under her weight, every muscle in his body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

The heat of her around him was intoxicating, her juices soaking him thoroughly, making each thrust smoother and more intense, pushing him perilously close to the brink where he could no longer hold back.

"Yes, then come inside me," Mikaela said, as if she didn't want Allen to pull out and come inside her womb, her voice a husky demand laced with raw need, her thighs clamping tighter around his waist to trap him inside, ensuring not a single drop would escape her welcoming depths.

It was as if she wanted Allen to impregnate her, her gaze burned with possessive hunger, her body arching to press her flat belly against his, as if willing his essence to claim her completely, her fertile core pulsing with the primal urge to conceive from this very moment.

And soon after, Mikaela and Allen climaxed together, their shared orgasm ripping through them like a storm, her pussy convulsing in rhythmic spasms that milked his cock relentlessly, while he surged upward with a guttural moan, flooding her with thick ropes of cum that coated her cervix and seeped into her womb. The sensation was overwhelming—her clit throbbing against his pubic bone, her nipples hardening to peaks as ecstasy radiated from her core, their bodies locked in a trembling tableau of release, fluids mixing in a warm, sticky flood that bound them even closer.

This certainly allowed Mikaela to feel Allen's cum as he swam around in her womb, the hot flood of his seed swirling deep within her, a tingling warmth that made her shiver with delight, her uterus contracting greedily to draw it all in, heightening the afterglow with visions of potential life sparking from their passion. Every pulse of his still-throbbing dick inside her amplified the feeling, her sensitive folds quivering around him as the excess cum leaked out slightly, trailing down to where they remained joined.

This certainly made Mikaela try to take a deep breath while still hugging Allen as if she didn't want to let him go.