Chapter 50
Alwin gripped the neckline of Ben's housecoat and said it again. “The ugliest look I've ever seen in my life. No amount of fancy designer clothes and money can change your dress sense for the better. All this stuff looks cheap when you wear it.”
“P-please... p-pleaseee...,” Ben pleaded, water pouring from his eyes, nose and mouth. “Take it off... g-go please. P-please...,”
“Please what?”
Ben squeezed Alwin's thighs and buried his face in Alwin's legs that were still grinding his cock. He didn't know what he wanted.
“Please what?” Alwin repeated.
Ben was getting confused. Suddenly he felt he deserved to be treated like this. He was both tormented and enjoying it. The long-fingered hand on his neck felt like an angel's touch, so gentle. His sprawling cock under Alwin's foot still briefly twitched erect and even started to cum.
But the pleasure was only momentary. Because after that Alwin pressed his throat with the tip of his thumb and squeezed until he was out of breath.
Ben gasped for air. His hands flailed against Alwin's trying to break free. Did he choose the wrong host? Had he actually hired a serial killer? His eyes rolled back almost unconscious.
“What is it? Fainted already? Huh?” Alwin slapped Ben with his other hand. “Hm, so weak. I guess this is the only way you can survive?”
Perhaps he had actually lost consciousness for some time. Because suddenly he was on his back on the sofa and something big and hard had filled his back hole. She felt so full that there was no room left.
His body jerked back and forth as Alwin pounded him back and forth from behind. Ben began to sigh and moan in pleasure.
“Aargh... arrghh... ahhh...,”
“Already awake, hm?” Alwin mocked. “If you are weak you should just order the cuddling package, you are piece of shit. You waste my time for I have to fucking an unconsious weak man like you!” Alwin grabbed the front of Ben's neck and pulled him back roughly.
“You like to dominate poor young men because you think they're weak, right? They're easy targets for you, right? Hm?”
“Kkk... kkk...,” a pathetic strangled moan escaped Ben's gaping mouth.
Alwin continued to pound Ben's rectum mercilessly. Faster and deeper. He penetrated haphazardly and blindly because Ben deserved it. Alwin was sure he was doing the same thing to his victims. Maybe even worse.
And Ben himself knew, deep down, he deserved less than this.
“Aarghh... ahhh... kkkk... kkkk...,” Ben came again. His body was shaking and limp. His sperm spurted all over the expensive sofa. He fell to his knees. He was breathing heavily. He almost lost consciousness again.
“Hm, you came twice.” Alwin said coldly. “I haven't even come out yet.” He laughed mockingly. “Do you want some more? You said you could only come once or twice. I'll give you a bonus if you want. I'm not satisfied with torturing a bastard like you yet.”
“A-a-aa... mercy.” he stammered. His hands shot up, trembling. “L-let's stop here! Oh my...!”
*
BAMMM!!!
The entire class jolted in shock at the sudden sound, their heads whipping toward its source. Even Arya, who had been fast asleep, shot up in surprise, her body jerking from the force of the sound.
Alwin had just slammed his forehead into the edge of the desk, creating a deafening thud. Dazed, he slowly lifted his head, one hand bracing on the edge of the desk while the other pressed against his throbbing forehead.
The entire class stared at him in a mix of concern and amusement, wondering what had happened to make him lose his balance so suddenly. Alwin rubbed his temples, trying to steady his disoriented mind.
Usually, he would step out of class for a quick break before the afternoon's medication hit its peak effect, leaving him weak and wobbly. But this time, he’d been too slow. He was already dizzy before he could find a place to lie down.
"Alwin, are you okay?" the instructor called out, her voice laced with concern. "You don’t look well. Maybe you should head to the infirmary."
"Argh, shit..." Alwin muttered under his breath, wincing as the pain in his head intensified.
He struggled to focus on the instructor’s words, but his body swayed, and his vision blurred. His hands gripped the edge of the desk for stability, his breathing growing shallow and erratic as another wave of dizziness hit.
His pulse hammered in his ears as he fought to stay conscious, the world spinning around him. Alwin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm his racing heart and regulate his erratic breathing.
Arya, witnessing the whole situation unfold, had to resist the urge to laugh or offer sympathy. However, a chuckle eventually escaped her lips, loud enough to catch the attention of the entire class.
Seeing Arya laugh, the rest of the class followed suit, their chuckles filling the room.
"Imagine waking up from a nap, then just laughing at your friend who’s about to pass out," someone teased. "If your friend’s sick, maybe try taking them to the infirmary instead of laughing!"
"Huh?" Arya blinked, realizing the joke was about her. She was still in the middle of waking up, her brain foggy from the nap. "Oh, right, right," she mumbled, her voice still groggy. She stood up, walking over to Alwin's desk.
"Hurry up, get up!" she barked, grabbing his arm and yanking him upright. "Let’s go!" she added, now more commanding than before.
Alwin, half-conscious, barely managed to stand. His legs wobbled beneath him as he swayed dangerously from side to side. Arya immediately wrapped an arm around him, steadying him.
"Come on, get up! Hey! Hey! Wake up!" She slapped his cheek several times, trying to snap him out of his daze. But all Alwin could manage was rolling his eyes, his gaze vacant as the whites of his eyes were the only visible part.
"Whoa, what’s this?" someone from the class called out, laughing at the sight of Arya slapping Alwin. "Maybe it’d be better we carry him instead!"
"Oh, relax, he’s fine," Arya responded nonchalantly, her grin wide. "I’ve got him under control."
Her arm looped around Alwin’s waist, pulling him tightly against her side, pressing his body against hers as she began to drag him out of the classroom.
"Ugh, heavy!" she muttered under her breath, her tone sharp as she struggled to support his limp weight. "A little effort to lighten up your body wouldn’t hurt, Alwin."
With one last sarcastic comment, she gave a mock salute. "Excuse us, ma’am."
As they made their way down the corridor, they became the center of attention, every other class in the hallway pausing to watch the spectacle of Arya pulling an almost-unconscious Alwin behind her.
The grip she had on his arm was firm, but it felt as though he could drop to the floor at any moment. Students quickly stepped aside to avoid blocking their path as Arya moved quickly toward the elevator.
The doors slid shut just as she stepped back, eyes flicking nervously to Alwin’s body, now slumping further, his breath shallow and erratic as he struggled to maintain his balance. Suddenly, the lift jerked into motion, causing both of them to stumble and crash against one side of the elevator.
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