Malacai looks at her, his eyes showing no pity. He questions in his mind, 'Is she doing all this for her mom?'
The thought is baffling for Malacai.
His lips turn into an evil grin. "You beg to me, a demon in your eyes. It sounds to me like you are selling your soul now... kekeke... Alright, show me! Show me your determination."
"Here... Here???" Nerissa raises her head, her cheeks painted with tears.
The moment their gazes meet, Nerissa feels her faint hope doused with water.
She can see he doesn't care.
She had once hoped she could wiggle into his heart even a little bit, but it seems it will be futile. His purple eyes reflect nothing but an abyss of hate.
A small part of her questions if this is all just because of the bullying. Or is it something more?
But the rest is all shame.
Even though she's already resigned to her fate, she's still a virgin without any sexual experience.
How could she show her determination?
She's never even watched porn before.
The only action she could think of was to strip...
But to strip here? And with her own action?
They are not the only ones here. Even though most of them can't see, the headmaster still can.
Nerissa looks at Edward, then at Malacai, her hands fidgeting.
Unbeknown to her, the moment she raises her head,
Malacai sees a reflection of the past, the moment that made his hatred grow intense.
Her expression is the same as Miss Reina's when she protected him.
Her face is filled with fear, hopelessness, and shame, but she's determined to see through it.
Malacai's gaze is on Darius, but Nerissa mistakes it for her.
He then sees Nerissa fidgeting and looking at the headmaster. A realization comes to him.
With a smirk, he challenges, "Didn't you say you are prepared to be my slave? Even a cum toilet? Do they have shame? Do they have pride?"
The words made Nerissa's body shudder. She felt like half her soul was leaving her body.
She had only said it in the hope that Malacai would accept it, but his words confirmed that she was just a slave and a sexual object, devoid of rights and dignity.
Her eyes were lifeless but still glistened with her last shred of determination. She bit her lip. She would endure it all for her...
She tried to appease herself. It was for her, it was all for her mom!
But tears kept flooding out of her eyes like a dam had burst.
Her hand moved shakily to the button on her uniform. As it reached the button, her hand froze.
Her blue eyes gazed deeply into Malacai's purple pupils, hoping to see any shred of pity, but she saw nothing.
What she saw instead was expectation.
A second, two seconds, silence filled the room, but Malacai's gaze didn't change.
Her finger moved slowly and started opening the button.
It was just one button, but in her heart, it felt like she was shredding her own dignity with her own hands. Tears dropped to the floor as it opened, revealing a gap in her snow-white skin.
Another button was opened, revealing part of her red lace bra, then the next, and the next...
Her dignity kept getting shredded as she opened them all.
Malacai could see the navel on her flat white stomach, the middle part of her red-laced bra.
Malacai's face was nonchalant, but deep inside, he could feel his lust growing as he enjoyed the view.
From all those years of bullying, Malacai had learned to control his own expression; what he showed didn't necessarily reflect what he felt.
But his nonchalant expression for Nerissa was like pouring acid on her already wounded heart.
She could see the expectation in his eyes, but that was it.
She knew how boys usually looked when they saw her with lust and desire to take her. There was no such expression on Malacai.
She felt Malacai really just saw her as such, a beautiful doll for his collection, and now he just wanted to see and inspect its quality.
Feeling almost no dignity left, tears kept streaming down from her eyes as she opened her shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
Malacai could see her slender neck, her smooth skin, and her round breasts, which were just the right size, wrapped in the sexy red-laced bra.
He could see a beauty mark on the right side of her flat stomach.
The distance between them was not too close, allowing Malacai to look at her from top to bottom at the same time.
After dropping her shirt, Nerissa stopped.
She put both her hands above her red-laced bra, her body shaking as she continued to sob. Despite doing it herself, she felt violated...
If it were any other woman, she believed they would have already committed suicide. The feeling of being violated by your own hand couldn't be described with words...
Seconds passed by, and Malacai saw Nerissa had stopped, "Is that it? Is that how far your determination goes?"
His words reverberated deep in Nerissa's mind. Her old memories resurfaced, her mother's sacrifice, what she had done...
She bit her lip so hard that it started to bleed. Her hand moved to the back of her skirt as she spun it, bringing the zipper to the front.
Her shaky hand started to become stable as she opened the clip of her skirt, making it loose on her waist.
But Nerissa didn't directly pull it down. She pulled her zipper first, step by step, revealing her red-laced panties.
It started from the floral pattern to the see-through fabric that showed the gap in her white skin before finally to the fabric that was covering her pussy.
It was still wet from when Malacai had touched it, making the fabric stick to her skin, showing the line on her little bean.
Nerissa then moved her hand to the front, as the lingerie she wore was a front-closure bra.
Her finger touched the hook part of it, then she stopped. Her finger started to tremble before finally...
Pop!