Chapter 8- Villainess Introduction
Room No. 3, Malbrono Street, Hotel Mount Ronwin (30 miles away from the City Hospital)
The screen played without pause.
Each second rolled forward like a blade — clean and merciless.
Two men stood beside the chair — one to the left, one to the right — dressed in black suits, faces blank, arms crossed. They didn’t move. They didn’t speak. They simply stood there, silent pillars of control, enforcing the moment with their very presence.
On the screen, a video played...
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She was bent over the bed, elbows sunk into the mattress, back curved into a deep arch that made her ass pop — high, round, and glistening. Sweat trickled down her spine in slow rivers, gluing strands of hair to her flushed skin.
Her tongue lolled out — not teasingly, not sensually, but like a beast. Long, wet, quivering with every thrust. Her moans weren’t human anymore. They cracked, shrieked, vibrated in broken pitches.
"Yesss—hahh! Fuuuck—YES! Harder!"
Her voice wavered like her body, bouncing to the rhythm of the man slamming into her from behind.
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