**Sebastian's POV**
An annoying noise woke me up—dogs barking, cats screeching like they were being slaughtered, and people shouting as if in a heated argument.
Arghhhh! So irritating!
I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, blinking a few times because the place was unfamiliar to me.
I sat up and held my head as a sudden pain struck me. "F*ck!"
I scanned my surroundings. All I could see were wooden walls, except for a plastic storage box that seemed to serve as a clothes cabinet. It was small, probably only waist-high.
Where am I?
I don't remember going anywhere with anyone last night—shit! Those bastards better prepare themselves when I find out who they are. I'll destroy their faces.
I stood up from the makeshift bed, which had only a thin mat as padding. The bed was so small that my feet almost hung off the edge.
Does a dwarf sleep here?
I stretched my body to relieve the stiffness and soreness I felt. Then, I walked toward the small cabinet and opened the top drawer. I grabbed what was inside and held it up in front of me.
A pink pair of panties!
I quickly turned around when I heard the door open.
"Pervert!" she screamed, rushing toward me in less than a second. She snatched the panties from my hand and hurriedly hid them.
I stared at her in shock.
"Jasmin!?"
"Get out!" she said.
She lives in this rundown house? One kick from me, and this place would collapse.
"Did you hear what I said? Or has your brain been rattled from being beaten up?"
I snapped back to reality.
"I haven't even had breakfast yet," I replied.
"I don't have anything to feed you, and it's already noon," she retorted, her tone sharp.
She put the panties back in the drawer and slammed it shut.
I smirked. "So, pink is your favorite color, huh?"
Her face turned red instantly.
"Just leave already," she said, pushing me out of her room.
She quickly shut the door once we were outside.
"Go home! You're wasting my time," she said, pointing to the small door.
I ignored her and looked around her house. There was a small plastic table with one chair. The living area had only one chair pushed to the side, with no other furniture.
But it was clean and felt airy.
I couldn't believe someone like her lived in a place like this—a house that seemed on the verge of collapse. The posts and walls were worn and termite-infested. I glanced up, noticing the light filtering through small holes in the roof.
Free indoor showers when it rains.
Does she live here alone? What if bad people broke in?
I suddenly felt worried about her.
"You live here?" I asked, still in disbelief.
"What's it to you? Just go home!" she snapped.
"I don't feel like going home. I'm too lazy," I said nonchalantly, sitting on a bamboo chair and smiling at her.
She raised an eyebrow. "Do you know I missed work because of you? I should've just left you lying on the street," she said.
So she's the one who helped me? She brought me here? Took care of my wounds?
'Obviously, that's why you're in her house now,' my inner self said.
"Ha! Don't pretend you didn't care about me," I said with a smirk.
She stood a few steps away from where I sat, wearing a plain white t-shirt—not too tight, but enough to show her figure—and thin pajama bottoms, which were also pink.
"Your arrogance is as thick as layers of you face. Leave!" she said, stepping closer and trying to pull me up.
"But you didn't leave me. You helped me and brought me to your house," I said, pulling her onto my lap. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist to keep her from escaping.
"Let go of me!" she struggled.
My eyes widened as she kept moving.
"Jasmin, stop!" I said, but she continued wriggling, her movements pressing against my lap.
Shit!
Shit!
I felt something stirring in my pants.
"Ahhhh—shit! Jasmin, stop it unless you want me to unleash my dragon," I warned, trying to control myself.
She froze, her eyes widening.
I gave her an awkward smile. "Feel it?" I said. I couldn't stop Shenron from awakening and wanting to soar freely.
She gulped nervously.
"L-let go!" she stammered, but I didn't obey.
I rested my forehead on her shoulder, smiling.
"Let go already!" she yelled angrily, but I tightened my grip around her waist.
I inhaled her natural scent, which only made my situation worse.
I lifted my head to look at her. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip.
I just stared at her face. I moved slightly upward, feeling her hands tighten on mine as her breathing deepened. She remained still, sitting on my lap. She's affected...
F*ck! I want her right now, right here.
I released one hand from her waist and reached for her face, turning it toward me. Her eyes opened, and our gazes locked.
I leaned closer, aiming for her lips. This time, she didn't resist. I started moving my lips against hers, but she didn't respond. I held the back of her neck, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
'Dammit! Kiss me back, Jasmin!' my mind screamed.
I moved slightly again. She gasped, her lips parting.
A smile escaped my lips when she started kissing me back. We kissed...
But barely a second later, she pulled away, pushing me as someone knocked on the door.
She quickly stood up, covering her mouth with her hand, looking at me in disbelief.
I gave her a sweet smile and stood up.
I approached her. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked near her ear.
Her hand moved quickly, pointing to the bathroom.
"I'll let my hand handle things this time, but next time, I'll make sure you won't escape," I whispered.
I quickly kissed her lips and headed to the bathroom while she stood there, stunned. It seemed like my words hadn't sunk in yet, and her brain was still processing everything.