Nerissa then walked in front of Malacai, her blue eyes reflecting Malacai, who sat there with expectation. "What should I say to my mother, then? Will we live in your place?"
"We can live here. As for what you tell your mother, do you want me to talk to her?"
A fear gripped Nerissa's heart. "No, I'll make up a reason. Can you keep your distance from my mother?"
"Why are you afraid? That I will hurt mom?" Malacai laughed… every time he said the word, it made him feel good.
But for Nerissa, it sounded like demonic laughter. Her eyes glinted with tears. "Please, I beg you, don't hurt her."
Looking at her vulnerable eyes, Malacai instead felt his lust burning. "Don't waste time. Strip."
Knowing Malacai was getting impatient, she sighed. He had already promised her before, but she just wanted to hear it again to be sure.
Nerissa took off her shoes and socks, revealing her white feet.
She then put her fingers on the hem of her shirt and pulled it upward.
The fabric started rising, showing her flat stomach and navel.
Nerissa had stripped twice in front of him, and both times had happened in public, which was why she didn't feel too shy anymore.
The shirt then slid over her neck as she tossed it to the floor. Her red-laced bra, wrapping around her breasts, became visible.
She then moved her fingers to the button of her jeans, slipping them through the hole, loosening the jeans around her waist.
Nerissa pulled down the zipper, revealing part of her red lace panties. Placing her hands on the jeans, she continued pulling them down, fully revealing her red lace panties.
"Stop," Malacai said, halting her hand that was already unfastening her bra. She looked at Malacai, confused.
Malacai observed her. Her golden hair flowed down her back, framing her beautiful face and red lips.
He had seen her front before; now, he wanted to see her back. "Turn around and continue."
Feeling puzzled but resigned to her fate, Nerissa complied.
She turned around, showing her back to Malacai.
She unsnapped her bra and tossed it to the floor, leaving her in just her panties. She then looked over her shoulder, curious about Malacai's expression.
But she was surprised to see his black eyes were now closer. Malacai was standing behind her.
She could feel his fingers, which, to her surprise, were warm; she had thought they would be cold.
They traced her back. She quickly realized what he was touching. "Why do you think I am not beautiful now?"
In front of Malacai, her bare back was exposed, smooth, and white as he expected, except for a 10 cm old wound that looked like it had been caused by a knife.
"Turn around."
Even though Nerissa didn't get an answer, she turned around, exposing her bare breasts to Malacai.
Before, he had looked at them from a distance, but now he saw them very clearly.
Her round, white breasts had many blue and green veins under the skin, her small areolas, and her pink nipples protruding from them.
Nerissa saw Malacai raise his hand.
She steeled her heart, knowing he was about to grope her breasts, and her heart started to beat hard.
If it were before, she would have felt shame and disgust, but after seeing Malacai give her hope that her mother could be healed, her feelings were complicated.
She felt like she was selling her soul to the devil in exchange for her mother's happiness.
And that was alright with her.
She would do anything for her mother. But the expected feeling of a warm palm never reached her; instead, there was a warm finger grazing her old scar.
Malacai was tracing the wound on her left breast, near the nipple, a scar resembling two teeth marks.
His touch was warm, grazing it slowly. "Are you disappointed with my body now?"
Nerissa didn't know why she asked this; it just came out in the spur of the moment.
They locked gazes. "Who did this? The one you called 'Animal' before?"
Malacai's words triggered her old memories, making her body shudder.
She wanted to bite her lower lip again, but Malacai's finger was already there, feeling her soft lips.
Her voice stuttered, "Yes… It… Him… the one I should call dad."
"Is he dead?"
Nerissa didn't answer directly.
Her blue eyes gazed deeply, wanting to know why he asked that.
In just a moment, she understood; she had seen that gaze before, the same gaze he showed when talking with Darius.
"Yes…" she mumbled in a low voice.
Malacai moved his face closer, then gently pecked her with a kiss.
This was their first kiss, a first for both Malacai and Nerissa.
Nerissa's cheeks turned cherry red, her heart beat loudly, and a strange, warm feeling emanated from her heart.
She didn't know why she felt this way now.
Her thoughts raced, pondering the reason.
Maybe it was because she realized that if her father were still alive, Malacai would do to him what he did to Darius.
Was that why she felt warm? At that time, no one protected her; she had to fight for herself.
Then, a question came to her mind. If Malacai had been there, what would he have done?
She blurted out, "If my dad were still alive, what would you do?"
Malacai grinned, an evil grin that made her soul shudder in fear, but the words that came out made her feel warm, like sitting near a campfire in the middle of winter.
"You're mine, and what is mine? I will not allow anyone to hurt it."
Malacai didn't think much when he said it; instead, he was captivated by the soft taste of her lips lingering on him, making him want more.
For him, it was normal; what he considered his, he wouldn't let others touch. If it happened, he would make sure they suffered for it.
Even when he was bullied all those years, he never once gave up on taking revenge.