Malacai then knelt on one knee, his eyes level with her waist, and commanded, "Continue."
His voice was calm, but deep inside, Malacai could feel his hormones raging; his little brother was already rock-hard.
He could smell the enticing aroma coming to his nostrils.
His mind was now full of curiosity and lust.
As for Nerissa, her emotions were complicated.
Her hand moved slowly to her waist, touching the edge of the only fabric left on her body.
Her blue eyes met Malacai's gaze.
She remembered the first time she saw Malacai; her first impression? Pathetic.
Malacai was being ganged up on at that time, crouched on the floor protecting his head.
In her mind at that time, she wondered why he didn't fight back.
After that, she lost interest in him, only occasionally hearing rumors of him getting bullied again.
One time, she heard about his weak physical condition, which made her realize the reason, but then she dismissed it as it wasn't important to her.
'To think someone I don't care about will have my first time,' she thought.
Many old memories pass through her mind, her virginity that is protected with her mother's sacrifice. In the end, she gives it up for her mother, too.
Tears drop onto her cheek, and her heart beats loudly. The warm feeling she felt before is soon overwhelmed by shame and resignation.
'Yeah… I am his possession now.'
'This is my last pride. I will do it myself.'
'At the very least, I don't want to be imprisoned in my own body.'
Silent tears fall to the floor. The fabric is pulled down. A pair of red-laced panties now sprawls on the floor.
Malacai's black eyes now reflect her most private part, which no one ever sees after she becomes a teenager other than her.
There's a patch of golden hair, neatly taken care of, with a vertical line beneath it.
The slit is shut tightly.
Nerissa looks at Malacai deeply. Her cheeks turn red, silent tears still dropping.
Looking at him in her most private part makes her feel humiliated.
But Nerissa knows she cannot back down. This is her reality. She needs to adapt to it.
Her heart beats louder as her body shudders. Her instinct tells her to escape, as she sees Malacai start moving his hand closer and closer.
She wants to close her eyes. She wants to escape.
But she forces herself to stand her ground.
She cannot imagine what Malacai would do if she tried to escape him.
What she feels now is not only fear. Malacai is the only hope she has for her mother.
Nerissa grits her teeth, refusing to let out any moan. She can see and feel Malacai's warm fingers, feeling the texture on her lower lips.
Without sparing a thought to what Nerissa feels, Malacai feels the softness and smoothness of it.
He doesn't know how to express it, but it's a very different feeling than touching her skin in other places, like her cheek.
His finger traces around the opening that is still shut tightly.
Nerissa's face grimaces with pain as Malacai starts spreading open the slit.
But the pain soon changes to a weird feeling, as she can feel a warm liquid coming out from her.
Her pink inside is now spread open in front of Malacai.
He starts using his other hand, touching every nook of it.
She found a small crown on the upper part of her opening. He starts teasing and massaging it.
Every time he does that, Nerissa's leg shakes. She can feel strength starting to leave her legs.
"Malacai… Aaah… I cannot stand … Ah… If you keep doing it."
Nerissa forces herself to speak, as she fears if she drops to her knees, Malacai will think she is trying to run.
In reality, she is overthinking.
Malacai is too engrossed in his curiosity and lust now. Even if she falls to her knees, he will just continue.
As someone who got bullied in school and at home, Malacai doesn't have a phone or internet access.
The only thing he knows about women's bodies is from school books.
Malacai doesn't answer Nerissa. He pulls her to sit on his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed.
He then looks at Nerissa. Her beautiful face is painted with tears, her face is red as a tomato, she tightly closes her lips, and her blue eyes look sharply at him, conveying her turmoil.
He can see her vulnerability, resignation, and defiance all at the same time. This only fuels his lust even more.
Nerissa then felt Malacai's finger on her chin. "Open your lips." He orders.
She pressed it tighter for a moment before parting it open.
Then, a soft sensation assaulted her lips.
Nerissa then felt puzzled. As a gang leader, she had many subordinates who lost their virginity to rape.
All of them said they felt disgusted, repulsed, and pained. They felt as if they were dirtied.
But Nerissa didn't feel that at this moment.
She felt pain and shame but not disgust or repulsion.
She wondered if she was weird. This thought only lasted for a moment, as she felt Malacai's soft tongue start invading her.
As Malacai put his lips on top of Nerissa's, he first relished the soft texture.
Many nerves on his lips jolted awake by a sense of pleasure.
Malacai had never felt this 'pleasure' before. Not just pleasure from sexual activity. He had never felt anything like it.
His meals with his real parents just consisted of bland nutrient paste. After getting kicked out, his orphanage wasn't rich.
They usually had dry bread and bland soup for meals.
After being adopted, his meal once a day was just a loaf of moldy bread.
This often made Malacai wonder why he didn't get sick even after eating it every day.
The pleasure he felt quickly made him addicted.
He felt out the inside of Nerissa's mouth, greedily sucking her saliva.
He then started touching her tongue. It didn't evade him, but Nerissa also didn't move her tongue. She just let him do what he wanted.