89: Partners truth
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**Chapter 89**
What I saw before me was a genre I couldn’t come to watch, no matter how much of a porn maestro I was.
Aggressive gangbang.
Well, I used the word “aggressive,” but I didn’t need to elaborate on what kind of aggressiveness it was. There was no play in it. No teasing. No care. Just bodies that had stopped being people.
“What happened to them?” I asked, understanding the core of the matter. This wasn’t heat. They had straight-up lost their minds.
“They succumbed to their emotions,” the woman replied.
“What kind of emotions?”
“Love.”
But that, from no angle, looked like love. Two in the back at once, no idea how they managed that, one in the front, two in her hands, and one in her mouth. That was enough. I didn’t need the rest of the picture burned in any deeper.
“What’s happening?”
“They are, what you may call, my partners. My bonded partners.”
The scene changed before I could look longer, as if the system itself decided I had seen enough. What it changed to was something entirely different.
A serene garden. Birds. Soft grass. The same unmatched woman sitting against a tree with a smile that actually looked human. In her lap lay a man, incredibly handsome, a flower in his hand, the same easy smile on his face.
I recognized them both. The woman standing with me now, and the man from the earlier scene. The one who had been in front.
Then the garden multiplied.
Six wholesome scenes. Same woman. Different men. Every one of them a face I had just seen in that horror. Picnics. Quiet rooms. Foreheads touching. Hands held like the world was small and kind.
Looking at them now, even if someone told me about the first scene, I would have denied it. There was no way people who loved each other like that could turn into that.
“What happened?” I asked again. This time the question meant something else.
“Like I said, they succumbed to their love for me.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that a time will come when nothing else will matter to them. As long as they get a piece of your body…”
She stepped forward. My clothes were gone. I hadn’t even noticed until her hand closed around my dick, which was hard for some reason I hated.
“…they wouldn’t care about anything else. They would become mindless animals who would do anything for this.”
The words left a foul taste in my mouth. I didn’t like how she said it. I didn’t like that her hand felt good anyway. I stepped back and pulled free. The pleasant sensation vanished, and I was glad it did.
My mind went straight to two people.
Sara and Sasha.
They were the only ones I had made a partner. Sara was a bonded partner. Sasha was just a partner. I didn’t know the difference yet, but both words had *partner* in them, and that was the exact word this woman had used for the men who had lost themselves.
“Oh.”
I looked at her.
“Our time is up. Let us meet again. You have conquered lust to some extent. Now it is—”
The sentence died.
My eyes snapped open. My chest was heavy. My breath was ragged. The ceiling of my room was back, ordinary and safe, and it still didn’t feel safe.
“Did you have a nightmare or something?”
The voice beside me was pleasant. Soothing. I turned, still half in that garden and that horror, and found Sara looking at me with real concern.
That was the problem.
She looked sweet. Worried. Human. Exactly like those people in the wholesome scenes, right before they stopped being people.
My hands moved before I decided to move them. The next second she was under me, and I was over her. Concern was still in her eyes. Shock crept in after it.
I kissed her.
Not gentle. Not filthy either. I just held her whole body and smashed my lips to hers like I needed to prove she was still here and still her.
We kissed until we couldn’t breathe. Faces hot. Chests tight. No air left, and still neither of us wanted to stop first.
“Waahh!”
I broke it. I had to. I was worried about her more than I was hungry for her mouth.
“Haa… Haa...”
We stayed like that, breathing into each other’s faces, looking. No questions. No jokes. Then we kissed again.
The whole morning went that way.
First on the bed, her hair spread over my pillow, my hand on her waist and nothing lower. Then I sat on the edge of the mattress, and she climbed into my lap, arms around my neck, kissing me like she could erase the nightmare through my mouth. Then I stood and put her back against the wall, holding her up by her thighs while we kissed until my arms burned.
All of it looked like sex from the outside. None of it crossed the line. Her hands never touched my dick. Mine never went to the places that would have turned this into a love night. I didn’t know how long it lasted. Long enough that when we finally stopped, her lips were swollen and my head was quieter.
“The breakfast must be cold by now,” she said.
I didn’t answer that. I didn’t shower. I used [Cleanse] and changed through the inventory while she watched.
“That’s convenient, no matter how I look at it.”
I smiled. We left my room together and walked to the dining room like nothing in me had just been shown a future I refused to accept.
“Hey. What took you so long?” Aunt Elise asked.
The rest looked over. Mira’s gaze was the sharp one.
“The princess needed a shower,” Sara said, nonchalant. My neat appearance sold it. Even Mira’s eyes accepted the excuse.
“Well, hurry up. You know you have a long day ahead, right?” Aunt Elise said.
“Long day?” I asked.
“Did you already forget?” Mira asked.
“Ah. The shopping.”
“Yes.”
“But weren’t just you and I going?”
“You think they’ll stay at home while we go to a mall?” Mira pointed at Sara and Sasha. I didn’t know Sasha’s shopping habits well, but Sara was a menace in a store. There was no world where she sat at home while we walked in a mall.
“Touche.”
“Hey,” Sara complained. No one saved her.
“I’m draining your card today,” she added, vengeance in her eyes. It only made me smile.
“Didn’t you just shop recently, honey? How much was it anyway?” Aunt Elise asked.
“Wh-what?” Sara stammered. Aunt Elise hated it when she spent too much, and the last haul had gone to her room through my inventory.
“Around a thousand bucks,” Sara said, thoughtful, like she was picking a number that sounded responsible.
If I were dramatic, I would have spat my coffee.
“Did she really?” Aunt Elise looked at me.
“She didn’t spend much,” I said with a straight face. Business was my specialty. Lying about money was easy. I was sure she would buy it.
“Mhm.”
She hummed. Something in that sound said she didn’t buy it at all.
Breakfast ended without any handy business from the three women in this house I had been naughty with. Childish word, naughty. It still covered a lot while leaving most of it unsaid.
After that, the house split into getting ready. Aunt Elise and Tom for their business lunch slash date. The girls were into showers, skincare, lotion, the whole ritual.
I was already ready.
Around noon, everyone was outside. Tom and Aunt Elise in their Audi. Me in the SUV with the girls. To my surprise, Betty was coming too. We picked her up on the way. She still brought her own car, driver included, but she climbed into mine.
“You’re all… healed,” Mira said, strange around the edges.
“Yes,” Betty replied, and didn’t explain. She didn’t even glance at me. Smart. Mira would have used that glance.
The rest just congratulated her. No one pushed. By the time we rolled into the mall parking lot, a convertible was already waiting.
Three familiar faces got out.
Ross, timid and muscular. Carol, stunning in her own way. And one douche whose name I hadn’t bothered to keep, though he had clearly kept mine. He trembled when I stepped out and offered my hand.
“Gulp.” The gulp, though, I didn’t understand.
The handshake was awkward enough that everyone looked away except Sasha, who snickered behind me.
With that done, we entered the mall as a hefty party that was impossible not to notice.
Let’s lighten my wallet today again, shall we?