The private room door opened.
Sarah stepped out first, legs heavy, body still trembling faintly.
The wetness between her thighs stuck with every step.
Yuri's scent clung to her skin, her lips, her hair.
Yuri followed, flawless as ever, light smile on her lips, wings quivering slightly as if she'd just finished afternoon tea.
They returned to the VIP table.
Rhym hadn't moved.
Standing beside the booth.
Empty tray in his hands.
Blank gaze fixed on the dark hallway they'd come from.
When he saw them, his ears twitched just a little.
He tilted his head slightly.
Automatic polite smile.
Sarah sat across from him.
Yuri settled right next to Rhym.
Without a word, she slipped an arm around his slim waist.
Her hand slid lower.
Grabbed his ass.
Squeezed.
Rhym didn't flinch.
Used to it.
Yuri let out a small laugh.
"Look at that, Sarah.
Not a word.
Not a twitch.
It's almost too easy."
Sarah clenched her teeth.
Said nothing.
Yuri turned her head toward Rhym.
Hand still on his ass.
"Tell me, little one…
How many times can you come before it hurts?"
Rhym answered in a flat voice, like reciting from a script.
"Eight times.
After that, it hurts."
Yuri raised an eyebrow, amused.
"And today?"
"Five times."
Yuri's smile widened.
"Perfect.
Three left."
She slid her hand forward.
Under Rhym's thin shorts.
Grabbed his cock, already half-hard.
Started stroking him slowly.
Rhym let out a soft whimper.
Like a puppy.
Sarah's stomach twisted.
She looked away.
Stared at her empty glass.
Yuri kept moving her hand.
Chatting casually as if nothing was happening.
"So Sarah…
How were classes today?
Still boring as hell?"
Sarah answered flatly.
"Yeah."
Yuri chuckled softly.
Speeded up her strokes.
Rhym panted.
His hips moved despite himself.
"See?
He's already close."
Sarah clenched her fists under the table.
Annoyed.
Powerless.
The pact throbbed under her skin.
Silent reminder.
Rhym moaned louder.
Body shaking.
Then he came.
A small spasm.
Warm streak across Yuri's fingers.
Yuri pulled her hand out.
Wiped it on Rhym's hair.
"Two in one night.
Not bad for a fairy, right?"
She stood up.
"I'm going to pay the boss for the rest of the night.
Don't worry, Sarah.
Enjoy."
She walked toward the bar.
Sarah and Rhym were left alone at the table.
Rhym was breathing hard.
Exhausted.
He turned toward Sarah.
Hesitated.
Then pressed himself against her.
Head on her shoulder.
Body growing heavier.
"I'm tired…" he whispered.
Sarah felt her heart tighten.
She wrapped an arm around him.
Held him up.
"I'll take you home."
Rhym closed his eyes.
Fell almost instantly asleep against her.
Even with his animal side, coming that many times drained him completely.
Sarah lifted him gently.
Carried him in her arms like a child.
The walk home was long.
On foot.
Through the cold night.
At 3 a.m., she pushed open the apartment door.
Daki was still awake.
Sitting on the couch.
TV on.
She looked up.
"Fuck, Sarah…
You're coming in at this hour?
And what the hell is that in your arms?"
Sarah didn't answer.
Crossed the living room without a word.
She entered her bedroom.
Laid Rhym on the bed.
He sprawled out, exhausted, already half-asleep.
Sarah kicked off her shoes.
Lay down beside him.
She pulled him close.
Held him like a plush toy.
Rhym mumbled something unintelligible.
Cuddled closer.
Sarah closed her eyes.
The pact still burned under her skin.
But right now, with Rhym in her arms…
She felt a little less dirty.
End of chapter.
The bedroom silence wrapped around them.
And outside, the night went on.