Chapter 132- Cruxius and Ytrisia’s bond
The soft click of the door echoed behind them, sealing them into the dim room. The lights were low, the walls smooth and sterile, the air still — too still.
Ytrisia stepped forward, her heels clicking on cold stone. Her purple latex suit clung to every inch of her — thick, skintight, molded to her like a second skin. Her figure was mature, full, impossible to ignore. Hips wide, waist tight, breasts heavy and high, the latex catching the light as she moved. She looked around, slowly.
"This place..." Her voice was soft, almost casual. "Doesn’t it feel too clean? Like someone wiped it down to hide something."
Behind her, Cruxius said nothing. He was staring. His eyes followed the way the suit hugged her ass, how her thighs pressed together. He breathed in — slowly, like he was trying to keep control — but he didn’t hide what he was doing.
Then, quiet. "I’m sorry."
She stopped. Her body stiffened for a second, like the words touched something raw inside her. She turned slowly. Her purple hair slid over her shoulder, falling across her cheek. Her violet eyes narrowed.
"What did you say?"
Cruxius rubbed the back of his neck. His voice was low, almost tired. "I’m sorry for being like this. I tried. I really did. To be what you deserved. But every time I think I can... something inside just breaks. And I go back to chasing, flirting, fucking it up."
She crossed her arms. The latex stretched over her chest, pulling tight. She didn’t speak.
Inside her head, it was loud.
’You’ve said this before. Every time. This is what you do. You break something, then come back looking like you’re the one bleeding.’