Chapter 179. Convictions
(Third person POV)
Three Zephandrian men waited near the restrooms. The corridor was dim and narrow, but their eyes gleamed with excitement. Among them stood Max, Clara’s boyfriend and a proud prince of Zephandria. He had the face of nobility but the arrogance of someone who thought the world owed him everything. Max was an A-rank elite—entitled, selfish, and surrounded by two B-rank comrades who shared his crude appetite.
While the tournament roared with excitement just beyond the walls, these men had other games in mind. They weren’t watching the tournament like everyone else. They were here for something more vulgar. More private.
Max had summoned Clara to the restroom, demanding her submission. Bound by reluctant loyalty, she’d agreed, missing the early rounds. On the other side of the wall, rhythmic moans and gasps echoed from one of the stalls. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was loud and shameless. A girl’s voice cried out in a mix of discomfort and submission as Max’s friend thrust inside her, grunting like a beast. His pants were pulled just below his hips as he pounded her from behind.
He laughed between thrusts, "Haha... Damn, she’s tight. You got good taste, man."
The girl whimpered, her hands pressed against the stall door for balance. She tried to suppress her voice, but her body betrayed her. Wet slapping sounds filled the space.
Meanwhile, outside the stalls, the third Zephandrian was trying to convince Lenna, Asher’s mother.
"Come on," he whispered, eyes drifting to her massive breasts that looked tempting from beneath her top. "We both know you want it."
Lenna crossed her arms. Her eyes, sharp as daggers, glared at him with contempt. "And why would I do that?"
He gave her a sheepish grin. "It’s not a big deal... we just gotta fuck, that’s all. Besides, you’ve always begged me to fuck you."
"You think I’m your personal slut, now, don’t you?" Her voice was sharp, and ice-cold.