Looks can be very deceptive sometimes. Manipulation is the best form of deception when you're in a dilemma. If you are too weak, you will fall for it; but if strong, you will learn from it.
And a pretty face is one of the most dangerous weapons to trigger a good amount of dilemma to put in, in order to manipulate the other party. Isn't that so?
I guess so, and it's harder than said, which is why I'm scared as hell.
November 4th, 2239.
I stare at the academy's colorful glasses, shining brightly against the faint sunlight, with a bad scowl on my face, as I scrabble through Eric's rules once again inside my head.
1. Don't get too worked up at anyone. Not even the petty Cromdutt at the reception.
I highly opposed the idea, though it went down the drains anyway.
2.Be bold and confident. Don't be a butterfly, just know your beauty.
That's the exact same words Eric said.
Now I'm one thousand percent sure that if there's any male pageant show's going to happen anytime soon, I'm sending him off there. He better show his drama there.
3. Don't grimace and always smile brightly. Just like a Capitol barbie. So brightly.
Did he peg me for a joker anyway?
And most importantly,
4. Follow KSL. Kiss, seduce and leave.
Okay, can my day get any more worse?
I definitely don't think so.
A sigh leaves me as I clear it out from mind and move towards the entrance.
After the security norms and checkings, I pause on my way before entering and stand before a glass to check on myself, and to be totally bland, I hate the fact that I can hardly recognize my own reflection. Makeovers really do change people.
The only thing that I'm comfortable about is my Blass, the uniform, not too tight, neither loose, just according to my size, though at first I thought it might be too tight to fit me in.
A sigh comes out automatically as soon as I look down at my feet, that are ineffectively adorned by a pair of Brittany's black ankle boots with less heels, and they are definitely stolen and the thief was none other than my best friend Eric. The Princetons ain't coming back till evening, so I guess, I will pass this time.
I think, I need to do some shopping, since according to Eric sneakers won't do me any good for the show, or else he threatened to keep stealing stuff for me, which I highly disapprove of.
Stealing a final glimpse at my face, I step inside the building and instantly get welcomed by a numerous stares and subsequent murmurings.
It's cringey and embarrassing to the point that it makes me feel nauseated. I was about to duck down and run away when I remember Eric's rule number five:
5. Don't make it obvious that you don't like the attention. And don't you dare run away.
I swear, this guy will be the death of me someday.
To ease myself up, I rummage my schedule out of my backpack and look into it for what I need to do first now, so that I don't have to look at anyone or flaunt some showcased beauty or grin.
Okay, so first I have to check in at the reception and brave with the cranky cromdutt.
Getting at there, I clear my throat at which the bot spares me a glance and types away something which appears on the screen in front of me.
"Welcome to Hesking & Stafford's Med Academy, Miss. This is C-O-B-2-1-4-2 and I'm here to serve detail on everything you have been looking for. Hand over your ID, please," he speaks quietly, this time looking at me.
I guess, he's programmed to say the first part autonomously whether he like it or not. I stifle a laugh when I think about it.
Poor thing! He doesn't even have a choice here.
I give him my card, which he returns after a few seconds. We don't bother to exchange another word as he works on it.
"2-2-5-9-K-O-S-K-2-3-0. Elle Carter of Sector-B, Batch of 2239. Your entry has been registered. You shall go," he informs me without looking at my way.
"Thanks," I reply curtly before leaving and then come across the usual wave of doctors and mentees.
I look in my schedule to see now where I have to go. It directs towards a room called Freshmen's Extent ; it might be a common room or something like that.
I follow the direction arrows projected on my way via the schedule and find myself getting inside a Multi.
People fill in till it's literally claustrophobic. I end up standing in between a professor (which is obvious enough from his suit) and a junior doctor (if judging his age and blass). I try to squeeze myself up so that there's enough space between me and them.
It ain't long enough I got inside that I feel an inappropriate vibe coming off the oldie behind me and then someone touching my butt intermittently and stopping when I glare behind me.
I thought, he will stop at this. But little did I knew what a sneaky pervert he is. And then he holds a handful of my ass in his palm, making me lose it instantly.
Without any second thoughts, I lift up my right leg and stomp it on the oldie's foot with a bit force and squish it harder.
"Fuck! You crazy bitch," he groans quietly behind me and I bet he's clenching his teeth. He takes his hands off my ass instantly and suffers as I squish on his foot further.
Just before the 'ding' goes off and the door opens, I release his foot and smirk, satisfied at what I've done.
"Karma's a bitch, you dimwit," I mutter to myself as I hear him cursing and groaning in pure livid. I guess, he's got his fair share of paycheck.
I'm so glad!
I see the junior doc from the front looking over his shoulder, down at me and then he looks away. I think, I catch his subtle smirk in the process.
As the door opens, he leaves quickly adjusting his specs neatly. I wade through the crowd excusing myself and looking once behind me. A few freshmen and two doctors come out as well.
When I get out of there, I don't see the doc anymore.
It's the floor for the freshmen only, so I don't understand what a junior doctor must be doing on this floor.
Anyway, I need to watch out for now.
I follow a passage from many other, along with the freshmen came with me and find myself standing in front of a foyer.
It's quite big and spacey. The floor glasses are smokey and the glass walls make them glisten enough while reflecting brightly like mica. Hundreds of hairy crab like tiny cleaning bots are roaming here and there while insect bots are keeping an eye on us along with a number of hidden surveillance cameras.
I hear footsteps from behind and turn to see the rest of the freshmen I remembered from yesterday.
Or should I say survivors? I guess so.
I casually observe them while looking at my schedule at times, which denotes that I'm currently on the Freshmen's Extent, and so the arrows have gone off the sight as well.
In the time being, when I look up, my gaze clashes with another cocky one with hazel pair and I don't need to look at the entire face to know whom they belong to. And strangely enough, I really feel claustrophobic now, finding it hard to gulp down the lump forming at the back of my throat.
And then next thing I know is that I get caught off guard as he also looks right at my way. I look away at once, but not before catching him throw his signature smirk.
Goddammit! What's wrong with me! I need to get out of here before he catches up to me.
"Hey!" A girl taps on my shoulder, taking me by surprise. "You're Elle, no?"
She grins at me broadly like a Cheshire cat, squinting her eyes in the process. If smiling through your eyes had a face, it would definitely be hers.
In the meantime I realize that she is the same brunette from yesterday who gave up her space to me in the Starters' Room and got enough guts to talk back to Dale.
"Hey there," I say a bit awkwardly. It gets quite natural when one hasn't socialized others in years. "And yeah, that'd be me." I flash her a small smile as well.
I take a note of her face up close. She has had her long brown hair highlighted in blue at the edges and it is put up in a tight pony neatly. I guess, I failed to notice her highlights before as it was in a bun yesterday.
Her almond skin glows brightly with a minimal makeup like a wave of morning sun, while her lips are tinted with light brown. In short, she looks perfect.
"Aww! I almost didn't recognize you. You got a new haircut? It looks so cute on you," she gushes with such delight that it makes me nervous and awkward all over again. I guess, I would rather prefer Gray over here than this.
I touch my hair lightly while throwing her an awkward smile. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Oh! You got nudes too. Hey, you gotta teach me how you did that. Is that okay?" This time she grabs one of my hands in both of hers.
I try to get my hand out of hers, but fail utterly while looking at her making that face, one can't ever say no to. "Yeah, alright."
I give in finally.
"Great! That's a deal," she chirps with a wide smile. "Oh! How rude of me! I'm River by the way. River Carlyle. Nice to meet you."
The way she smiles, it feels like I've seen it somewhere before, not just yesterday, but for ages.
I take the hand that she extended out for me and shake it lightly. "Yeah, the feeling is mutual."
She giggles at that. "Let's be best friends. What do you say?"
"Oh actually, I already have one and he's quite handful," I inform her honestly. Not that I wanna turn her down, but I don't think that making friends will do me any good at this time. I don't want to involve anyone with my already messed up life.
"Oh hush! That doesn't stop you from making another. The more, the merrier, no?" She chirps so happily.
"But..."
"No buts. So it's decided. We're best friends from now on," she announces on her own.
"Hey! I never said yes."
"Button up! Making one friend won't kill you. Will it?"
"NO, that's not it...but..."
"Uh-uh! It's fine as long as it doesn't hurt. Isn't it?" she talks blinking those doe-eyes, and I really can't say no now.
"Okay, fine. But don't bother me much. I don't like that at all," I warn.
"Yay!" She does a little dance keeping her both balled hands up to her sides. "You are the best. No, the bestest!"
I wonder why I'm so eager at getting the female version of Eric while one is already enough. I really do wonder.
At that moment, a hologram appears in the front, taking us all by surprise. It's a woman in her early thirties, dressed in a knee length scarlet skirt, black tights and a round-neck, long-sleeved black blouse. A sleek pendant hangs around her neck, her hair falls loosely behind her shoulders, while her feet are adorned by a pair of black sandals with pencil heel.
"Hello everyone, welcome to the common room of Sector-B. I'm Althea Ruiz, your guide in here," she declares merrily with a broad smile on her lips.
"Um..Isn't it called Freshmen's Extent?" I ask River in whispers.
"Ahh! You must've got that wrong. The floor is Freshmen's Extent, and all the passages you see while coming here are the routes to the common rooms of other sectors," she explains, which does make sense. "It's a bit like maze."
"Since it's your first day, it's not wise to waste time in intros, so let's explore the area. Come quickly and follow me."
With that, she starts walking and our group tag behind her as well.
First we enter a room where we see numerous stairs and piles of books in different shelves on different heights. The walls are given an essence of brownish coffee color while the floors are of scratchy glasses and strangely enough, it give off a bizarre heat to make me feel cozy here. The room is big enough to not fit inside the floor, but it somehow does, and I can see the cozy light balls and air balls floating to keep the place well-ventilated and a few glass elevators to reach up to different heights to collect books, while each floor has enough space to study.
I'm already in love with it.
While I'm so excited about this place, I fail to realize the girl beside me has already this disappointment all over her face and groaning like it's the dead end.
At once, I hear a few sighs and groans from others, and so I decide to better not show any excitement.
"Uh-uh. Don't do that. I know you guys hate to come at this place first, but it's the part of your protocols, you know," Ms Ruiz ushers playfully.
"So as you see, it's the library. Here you can come anytime and here also you will find every solutions if any problem arises while doing your assignments. Again it's one of the biggest libraries in this academy, the library of sector-B, so feel honored guys."
Again the group groan in unison.
"Ugh! Ms. Ruiz! Spare the details. Can we move on to the next one please?" Someone asked.
"Oh hush! Stop complaining. It's not like you're gonna come here anyway. So bear it for the first day," she shuts him up to continue. "you'll get digi-tops on each floor if you ever wish for getting your works done here. Even you can find books on the histories of this school and medical sciences. It's amazing, isn't it?"
"Can we go now, please? It's already suffocating me," a girl exaggerates and rolls her eyes as she fans herself with her slender manicured hand.
The bane of riches! They get overly spoiled and later turn out to be extremely rude.
So rude!
"Yes, yes, Ms Brooks. We can," Ms Ruiz sighs as she walks out of there.
"Look at that brat! She's already bitchin'," River fusses in disgust.
"Yeah! I know right," I sigh in agreement.
The next room we enter, is relatively larger than the previous one. It looks like a gym with a swimming pool on the top, literally in a floating state and completely transparent.
The room has a blueish touch and the salty essence everywhere, as if we're standing by a seashore. And even the temperature has been managed wisely in accordance with that of a shore, and then I realized that the blass has also changed its state as it oozes off chillness all over the body. And yeah, it feels good.
Now unlike the last time, the group gushes in excitement, literally being bewitched by the aura the room is emitting, and I must say, it does have that charm indeed.
"Now this is the part where freshmen have the most fun memories. We call it Arena. Here you just work out all you want and have fun," the hologram informs with a playful smirk. "But yeah, don't even think about messing this place up with your body fluids. We don't want anymore UTI cases. Thank you."
[A/N: UTI- Urinary Tract Infection, having the higher chances of occurrence if bacterias get introduced in urethra during sex.]
"Eww!" Everyone grosses out in unison, while the hologram keeps smiling. "That's gross!"
"Can you be any more obvious?" Someone asks.
"Excuse me Ms. Ruiz, is that pool really floating?" A blond girl in messy braid, asks innocently out of curiosity.
"No! That's a fucking mirage, baby girl," a guy beside the rich girl replies, making it obvious enough to mock her and then starts laughing sickly while a few others join him as well.
"Enough!" Ms Ruiz raises her voice which literally shut them up. "Enough I said, Mr Douglas!"
She retains her composure and smiles to herself while looking back at the group.
"Just because I'm a hologram, that doesn't give you any right or power to ignore my presence. It's disconcerting, so I suggest you better know your limits," She concludes with her signature smile, while staring him down.
The alleged Douglas doesn't say anything but scoffs in frustration.
Before turning to the innocent looking girl, she sighs and then smiles comfortably.
"Sorry for the trouble, Ms Quarles. And yeah, it's really floating in the midair. You see those tube elevators within 30 inches?" She points out the elevators all around the room, each within a few gaps. "You can use those to reach up there. I guess that answers your queries?"
"Yeah, thank you, Ms Ruiz. That'd be all," the girl replies politely, though being a little flustered.
"Well then, next one is the Musicone! Brace up!" As she announces, she moves out of there instantly. We follow her lead to the next room.
As soon as I enter the room, I swear, I get mesmerized at once with how beautiful and lively just a mere room can be with just a bit help of technology.
The walls are of stained glasses. It shows a scenery of a forest where all the glasses are used to give it a form of numerous tress where the roots cannot be seen or found. In short, it's a mess yet beautiful.
The musical instruments are splaying neatly all over the place in a chronological order. I can see a few pianos, violins, two cellos, even a harp, saxophone, xylophone, clarinet, flute, tambourine, congas, triangle, and many more that I can't even name.
"Nothing to say about this place and I guess you already know. Just to say that, your instruments have been placed according to your resume, so you can practice anytime you want. And yeah, this year we have a guitarist as well," Ms Ruiz informs.
As she declares, an ominous murmurings rises amidst the group and the reason is very clear to me.
Since a few decades and if I'm not wrong, since Yeon Brooks took over the CL, there's been a few drastic changes in the social norms.
And one of them is this.
Guitar and instruments like that have been considered as misfits for this so-called sophisticated society, and so been discarded from any group or solo performance. They only prioritize classics. And anyone playing a guitar already gets ostracized by others.
And I guess, I'm going to be an outcast soon.
"Whom do you think that belongs to?" River whispers to me. "The richie bitch? The scary fat guy? Nah! What even I'm talking! I think, it's the blondie meek."
"Me," I inform her in a low voice with a deep sigh. "That must be for me."
"Yeah definitely.....Wait! What! That's you?" She freaks out in terror.
"Ugh! Keep it down. You're starting to annoy me," I exclaim nonchalantly.
"But still...." She was about to freak out again, but I eye her down. "....Still you're gonna get badly bullied the moment the words get on the grapevine. You know that, right?"
"I'm aware," I sigh. "But to be fair, I don't care."
"Don't worry! You're gonna have me by your side. No matter what. That's what best friends are for, no?"
I chuckle at her subtly. "Thanks anyway....for saying that at least."
"No worries!"
Ms Ruiz claps her hands lightly to stop the gradually increasing murmurings which was starting to get on the nerves, and then flashes her professional smile to everyone.
"Enough talking! Before we leave, I have one more thing to say. It's more of an order than advice. Nobody touches someone else's appliance. I don't want any reports coming from this sector. We all have high expectations from you, so I hope, you won't disappoint us," she warns, still smiling. "Okay, next one, it's a place where freshmen usually have quality times. Any guesses?"
She looks at everyone expectantly.
"Sauna!" The group erupts in excitement.
"Ah! Look at you! Already so eager to have a good nice bath!" She taunts playfully and starts walking towards another room.
The room has been divided in halves by two big sideways mirrors, so that probably neither one from both sides can see each other; one side for guys and the other for girls.
Except for other stuff usually present in sauna, the walls are made up of snow glasses with numerous pores in them to make sure it doesn't get suffocated, and the spring is scented; it's somehow a mixture of mint, aloevera, jasmine and some other substances that I can't name.
"You can come and go anytime you want. It's another best way to take a bit time off your hefty schedule. That's why it's so famous in everyone here, even the doctors," Ms Ruiz informs. "You can go and check, or we're moving to the next room."
A few go inside, including River who was so very excited about this whole thing. She's so excited that she can have herself a nice bath right away. She insisted that I also come and check it out, but I humbly turned her down. Instead I'm better off waiting outside.
That's when my eyes meet with a hazel pair, and it's for the second time today. Up until now, I've felt his gaze a several times on me, but somehow managed to avoid it. But not anymore, I guess.
And unexpectedly, I find myself being unable to look away; it's enticing and captivating. I part my lips to sigh out a deep breath, perhaps a breath of longing. I can't read the emotions swirling up inside those eyes. It's somehow beautiful yet scary. And then I feel something totally unexpected and out of place.
My heart flutters.
That's when the trance breaks and at once I look away.
"So let's move to our last stop. The Parlor. After that you're free to run to your classes," Ms Ruiz announces, obliterating the spell completely.
With that she walks out of the room and the group follows her, though my mind still revolves around the thing I experienced a few seconds ago.
The next room is larger than all the previous ones. The walls have been given a cheesy cream touches, resembling the hot summer days, and the temperature has been modified accordingly, so for the Blass as well. I guess, this uniform changes its temperature in contrast to the surroundings, and that's a good thing.
It's more like a large ball room with a few couches, bin bags and other sitting devices and most interestingly, one wall is totally made up of rectangular mirrors, reflecting our images from head to toe.
"You can do whatever you want here, except for fooling around!"
"Ugh! Ms Ruiz!!!" The whole group groans in unison. "We know, right!!"
"Yeah, yeah! I know, but still it's in my protocol to give the reminder. Hence it's done, so I gotta get going. Have a nice day, guys. Just try not to get yourself killed."
She winks and just like that, she disappears.
"I've heard from a senior that she's the real pain in ass," a guy remarks and some others hum in agreement too.
"Oopsy! I guess, that wasn't for me to know. But I've already heard that and it can't be undone," Ms Ruiz taunts as she reappears, but this time she flaunts her cocky smirk.
The guy starts stuttering, but miserably fails to come up with something.
"Okay, okay! Save it, Mr Powell. I don't wanna waste time over it," she dismisses him.
"And yeah, you heard that right, so keep it in your pants and don't mess around here, cause I'm watching you," she warns eyeing all of us from top to bottom. "Clear?"
"Yes, Ms Ruiz!" We all chant altogether.
"Good," she smiles again. "And yeah, I forgot again. I skipped the most important part...You guys are not gonna get your own dorms for your freshmen year. It'll be available from next year in Sophomores' Extent. Okay?"
"Ugh! I guess, we all are aware of that, Ms Ruiz!"
"Oh good then!" She giggles. "So what are you waiting for? Shoo away already!"
"Yes, Ms Ruiz!"
And this time, she disappears for real.
*****
"It was a blast. No, the real time. It's one hell of a real time," River gushes once again about her time inside the sauna. "I can't wait to have a long dip in there. Just think! Me, spring, aroma, and relax!"
"Yeah, yeah, I got your point, so now stop it already. If you go on any longer, it'll be the buzz of mosquito. Hashtag annoying!"
"UH-uh! Don't be a party pooper. It's too harmful for your social health," River suggests like a pro, as we all step inside a Multi. I opt for standing behind all and River tags along.
"Social health, my foot!" I scoff.
"Hey! I've noticed, you don't really swear. You do, I mean not like that...I mean, you know what I mean, no?"
"Yeah! I know, right?" I confirms her speculation. "I don't really use proper cuss words like everyone else. It's not like I don't know or I don't want to, it's just that if to put it in like this, I try to avoid those situations where I can't help but curse like all do."
"Ahh! Don't tell me, you are into ethics," she taunts.
"Nah! It's nothing like that," I assure with a faint chuckle.
That's when I meet his eyes again for the third time this day and most interestingly, I find him looking back at me shamelessly, even when he's been caught off-guard. I look away immediately to avoid any strange ideas.
Get a grip. Get a grip!
"Whose class you got first," she asks, startling me a bit.
"Mmm...Let me see," I manage to speak after gaining a bit composure.
"So...?"
"Dr. Hooper Cross, Cardiology Department, 10th floor," I inform her, still looking at the schedule to memorize all the classes and floors I need to go.
"Mine's 12th, Hematology department. Let me check your schedule."
I hand her over my schedule and then gradually a frown pops up on her forehead.
"Shit! We're not in the same classes for today," she informs warily.
"Is that so?" I check it for myself with hers. "But why is that? We're from the same sector."
"That's why they mix it up, so that we can socialize with other sectors. But don't worry, we'll meet up in cafeteria, okay?" She assures.
I hum in response.
As the glass elevator drops down to the 12th floor, River goes out along with a few others while a few get in: seemingly doctors and professors. She waves towards me before the door closes completely and the elevator starts moving.
Then it's the 11th floor and the same scene repeats.
Now I'm starting to get worried and the very reason is standing before me.
Gray Jackson.
I don't know, why I want to avoid him in all possible way. I'm not sure whether it's for the fact that I have to seduce him in order to draw attention towards me, so I'm flustered, or it's just simply for yesterday and it'll hurt my pride to face him.
Whatever the reason be, I'm afraid that he might end up in the same classes as mine.
My fear turns into a reality as the elevator door opens to the 10th floor and we both step out of there together along with three more.
I try my best to avoid any direct eye contact with him, but that's when I feel a tug at my elbow and get myself dragged by a sturdy frame to the opposite direction of where everyone's heading to and that also unknown to the other freshmen.
I try to free myself out of the tight clutches, but my strengths don't give me much hopes against it and eventually start to wear off.
The next thing I know, I get pushed inside a seemingly small dark room, where the only source of light comes through the round hole in the upper wall, kept for probably ventilation.
As I get cornered, the face of my abductor comes in view, and I need not to look twice to know that it's none other than Gray Jackson.
The temperature of this room is low to the point that even though the Blass is giving off the heat necessary, it's not enough and even steam rushes out of my mouth and nose as I breathe deeply.
"What the hell?" I hiss out at him in exasperation.
He doesn't answer, instead advance towards me in slow predatory steps.
"The heck do you think you doing?"
"Why are you avoiding me?" He retort, his voice in a brew of a number of emotions. "Was that very great of you?"
Then without even realizing, he comes so close to me and places both of his hands against the cold glass, entrapping me in between himself and the wall.
"You didn't even give me a chance to explain," he sighs in frustration. "Damnit!"
He slams a fist on the hard glass surface, and I feel like he's struggling to control, yet failing utterly.
He looks me in the eyes before he rasps out, "Tell me why I'm like this since yesterday? Since I met you, I wanna know you more and more. My memories process every small details bout you. Why so? And honestly I don't have any possible answer which makes sense. So I'm asking you why."
"What are you talking about? How would I know when in the first place when I have absolutely no idea of what you're trying to say," I snap at him.
"Yes, you know, or else why would you be avoiding me?"
"I wasn't avoiding you."
"Yes, you were! And so why I'm certain that you've a hint of what I'm saying," he clears his point.
"No I don't. If you think so, then you've got it all wrong," I reply confidently, even though I'm nervous inside because deep down I know that he's right.
"Can I kiss you, Quark?"
"What the..."
Before I can finish, his lips fall down on mine and suddenly the temperature starts to hike.
His mouth adeptly parts my lips, allowing access inside there while his hands hold mine on captive above my head. He stands in between my legs as he devours, making me unable to move or protest.
In the time being, one of his hands comes down, tucks my loose strands behind my ear and holds my face firmly while the other hand locks my both hands up.
He leaves my mouth, only to move on to my neck, and now I realize, he has already unzipped the upper portion of my uniform. He traces his kisses along the jawline and again captures my lips in a deep thirst, as if he can't get enough of it.
I feel short in breath and my heart flutters dangerously.
There's a strange dark longing and desire working behind the way he kisses me. He shows no mercy, no leniency, no care. He only has it the way he pleases. But strangely enough, I like the way he does it to me.
Am I being shameless?
Suddenly I feel a tingling in between my inner thighs and a reckless thought crosses my mind. I start to push him away and turn my head sideways, heaving rapidly, gasping for air.
Taking the hint, he looses his grip and eventually releases my hands. His hands drop to rest on my waist and then he zips up the front zipper of my Blass.
"You look cute when you're flushed," he concludes with a peck on my cheek.
Wait! Did he just take advantage of me? There's no way I'm going to allow him leave like that.
I haven't even started my game. How can I let him just go away?
As he starts to untangle himself from me, I grab his Blass and in a spur of the moment, I change our positions: he in between me and the glass wall.
"Not so fast, speccy," I rasp out and then smashes my lips against his as I clutch onto his uniform.
As I move my lips, I feel him trying to take lead of the make out, but there's no way I'm letting that happen, so I push him harder against the glass.
My tongue starts to delve into his mouth and I bite his lower lip to satiate my anger and lust.
In mind, I figure out the erogenous spots to touch to make him feel weaker. I've heard, robots are more sensitive to these points than human. So as I kiss, I make sure to caress his neck, ears and even bite his earlobe.
I chuckle mentally when I hear him moan for the first time. Now it's getting heated!
And then abruptly I stop and detach myself completely off him.
"Don't ever try to kiss me without my consent," I hiss out on his face before going out of the room, leaving him stranded in the mess he started.
First task completed.
KSL. Kiss, seduce and leave.
©Shena