In Japan, there are many of these biker gangs. There are also many delinquents and biker gangs among high school students, and many schools stipulate that motorcycles cannot be ridden to school.
Michael Smith was not a biker gang member or a delinquent teenager. He was just an ordinary transmigrator who didn't care about school rules.
He had his own identity, his own residence, and his own means of transportation. Who could control him?
Boom — —
The motorcycle roared on the road, the strong wind blowing Emily's hair on her face, confusing her eyes. Because of the excessive speed, she was so frightened that she hugged Michael's waist.
The soft flesh of her chest was completely squeezed against his back, changing shape.
Emily, realizing this, was full of mixed feelings. She was clear about the resentment and sadness in her heart for having her virginity forcibly taken away by him, and she was also very angry... but the speed of the motorcycle was too fast, so even if she was angry, she didn't dare to let go.
Thinking carefully, although we are in the same class, I have never spoken to Michael. We are almost strangers, but I was occupied by him, and I will even continue to be played with by him in the future.
What will the future be like?
"Hmm? Why did the car stop?"
The girl, whose soul had been wandering, woke up and looked around in confusion at the roadside pavement. Michael got out of the car and dragged her into a convenience store by the road.
Ding-dong, ding-dong—
"Welcome."
The store clerk was a fat uncle. Although his smiling face was very kind, Emily shrank her neck, always feeling that the uncle was peeking at her legs and chest.
Am I too sensitive? It's all because of that hateful Michael bullying me.
"Follow me."
"What are you doing? I can walk."
Emily was forcibly pulled to his side, gritting her teeth and softly humming, "Are you that afraid I'll run away?"
"Who's afraid of you running away? I'm just trying to prevent you from being targeted by perverts."
Perverts? Besides you, are there other perverts here? As she was thinking, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the store clerk uncle's lewd gaze from the cash register. The latter, noticing Emily looking back, quickly turned his head, but it was a step too late.
That clerk…
Emily inexplicably felt a tightening in her heart and a chill down her spine. She lowered her head and quickly followed Michael, who was picking out items, moving her body closer to him…
Speaking of which, what did he come here to buy?
When Michael finished browsing and arrived at the cash register, she calmly placed the items down. Only then did Emily, standing beside him, clearly see what he had bought—ultra-thin condoms.
Whoosh!
Her cheeks turned crimson.
He! He actually—
The lewd store clerk uncle was astonished. He looked at the expressionless and composed Michael, then at the charming and alluring girl standing beside him, her full, delicate body wrapped in clothes, exuding a sensual aura that made his eyes burn.
He felt even more envy, jealousy, and hatred towards this young man.
Damn it, such a beautiful young lady, actually falling for such a brat…
"Do you think this quantity won't be enough?" Michael suddenly said with a smile.
How could it not be enough? So many. How many times did he want to do it tonight? It, it would break… Disturbed by his words, Emily squeezed her legs together, feeling both scared and a little sensitive.
She only felt the hot flow below was about to lose control.
"Tch, a bragging brat," Not enough even with so many? The fat pig clerk cursed in his heart, his face full of sourness.
"Heh," Michael let out an ambiguous laugh, "I originally wanted to buy Contraception pills, but then I found out they don't sell them in Japan. Emily, you can only pray that it wasn't a one-shot success before."
"…"
Envy!
After Michael finished speaking, he paid and hugged her as they left. His hand on the girl's chest was still restless, making the eyes behind them turn red with envy.
Will she really get pregnant?
Emily, on the other hand, didn't care about the wandering hand on her body. With her head lowered and bangs covering her face, she was filled with trepidation. Michael had ejaculated completely inside her, and that hot, burning sensation was incredibly clear.
She was only in high school; she didn't want to be a mother.
However, today was her safe period, so it should be fine, right?
All the way, Emily was pondering this question, her small hand covering her abdomen, as if she could still feel that hot current swirling around in her belly.
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The car stopped in a small courtyard.
Emily stood before the door as if facing a deep abyss, knowing what awaited her next.
As Michael opened the door, Emily stepped into the entryway, her palms slightly sweating. As the door slowly closed, the last bit of sunlight was shut out, and the girl's heartbeat almost reached its peak.
Clack.
It was the sound of the light turning on, which made her tremble violently. Noticing Michael staring at her with a half-smile, Emily felt a bit mortified and angry.
"You, what do you want to do, bringing me here?"
"What do you think?"
Michael sneered, leading her through the entryway into the living room.
Living alone?
The interior was surprisingly clean, surprisingly tidy. She had heard from friends that boys' rooms were often dirty and messy.
Emily had thought he would eagerly pounce on her upon entering the house, transforming into a beast just like in the classroom earlier. However, after Michael tossed his keys aside, he simply flopped onto the floor as if giving up.
"Hoo—"
"Tonight's dinner is instant noodles," he said lazily, pointing at the plastic bag on the table, "It's over there, make me some."
"…"
Dusk finally passed, the sky outside darkened, and night fell. Emily turned on the kitchen light and glanced at the plastic bag Michael mentioned. Besides cup noodles, there were also many bagged snacks inside.
Is this all for dinner?
In less than ten minutes, Emily came over with the cup noodles, biting her lip and glancing at the 'spaced out' Michael, placing the freshly made noodles on the table in front of him.
The young man, who was checking his status window, looked up.
Why only one bowl?
"Aren't you eating?"
"No."
Emily stood beside him, her voice muffled.
Michael's cold smirk flashed by. "Right, you've already eaten, haven't you? It seems you prefer my essence to regular food. In that case, I'll feed you till you're full later. Since you're a guest at my house, I can't let you go hungry, can I?"
Ugh!
Emily shivered, instantly understanding the meaning of his words. The strange taste that had lingered in her mouth before came back to her, and she quickly said, "I, I'll eat! I'll just eat."
Half under pressure, half under threat, Emily eventually sat opposite him, seemingly submitting as she ate her dinner.
The phone rang.
"Hello? Mom?"
"Emily, why aren't you home yet?"
Her father was on business trips all year round, and it was just her and her mother at home. Seeing that it was her mother calling, Emily's hand clutching the phone trembled slightly, feeling a bit nervous, and she secretly glanced at Michael.
"I, Woo—"
Emily tried to ask for help, but the next second her pupils dilated in shock, finding herself with her mouth open, unable to say anything.
The plea for help was stuck in her mouth, her mouth opening and closing like a mime.
What's going on? Could it be… Her gaze drifted over, seeing Michael sitting there calmly eating noodles, not even looking at her, acting as if he knew nothing. A chill ran down Emily's spine.
She knew, it must have been him!
This ability… This terrifying ability completely controlled her body, making it impossible for her to even make suggestive pleas for help. No one would help her.
Unable to resist.
"Emily?"
"N-nothing, Mom," Unable to ask for help, but these words could be spoken, Emily could only say, "I, I'm at a friend's house."
Having finally dealt with her mother, she looked up uneasily, "What, what did you do to me?"
"Haven't you noticed?" Michael put down his chopsticks and smiled.
But this smile made the girl a little scared.
"My ability hasn't been lifted; your body is still under my Absolute Control," Michael stood up and walked over to her. Although he wasn't directly controlling her, any acts of resistance or self-harm would be unsuccessful.
This is [Absolute Control].
Staring at her pale face, he reached out and grabbed the soft flesh of her chest, his fingers deeply embedding themselves, continuously changing shape and kneading in his palm. "Emily, you're really disobedient~ It seems I need to continue punishing you."
"No, don't!"
"Wait—"
"Ugh~"
In the room, ambiguous sounds gradually began to echo, clothes scattered, and the girl's sensual, delicate body was completely exposed to the air, from head to toe, from chest to legs.
Not a single inch of her skin was spared by Michael.
Touching, caressing.
"Ah~"
"Hoo, hoo…"
Emily panted and made ambiguous sounds. She wanted to endure, but couldn't; she wanted to refuse, but couldn't.
That fiery sensation within her made her whole body tremble.
Every cell was shaking, every nerve was stimulated.
Why is this happening? Why is it so comfortable? My brain is melting, my body is melting, from the inside out. No, if this continues, if this continues, I will fall.
He's just an asshole, a scumbag. I'm being forced, I'm being coerced.
Ugh—Eeyah~!!!
Warm, tight, the sudden contraction and spasm made Michael gasp slightly.
"Hoo-ha…"
Emily's body went limp on the sofa, drenched in sweat and flushed, her eyes, as if losing consciousness, were filled with lust and moisture. Her fair, delicate skin was rosy, and her red lips parted, exhaling hot breaths.
However, as she reached the peak of ecstasy and unconsciously met Michael's face, meeting his eyes, all the girl's pleasure, ecstasy, indulgence, and rippling lust vanished in an instant.
What kind of look was that?
Calm, indifferent, clear; his dark eyes were as cold as a black hole, making her heart palpitate.
Even though they were doing the most intimate thing, even though their bodies were connected in the most intimate way, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face, his eyes remained calm.
Emily didn't have time to think deeply before the second wave of pleasure hit her brain, leaving her dizzy.
Ring ring ring—
Her phone rang just then.
"Youren Senior?"
Why now of all times? No!
Her body swayed as she nervously looked at Michael. The latter didn't even pay attention to her phone, glancing at it before burying his head back in his work.
Senior, I'm sorry.
She meant to hang up, but Emily clicked wrong; she clicked on the answer button.
"Emily?"
The call connected!
It was Youren Senior's voice. No, no!
Emily was immersed in torment. On one side was Youren Senior, whom she liked, and on the other, she was being pressed onto the sofa by another boy, being entered by him.
Repeatedly feeling Michael's shape and heat, her whole body went limp and powerless.
"Emily, what's wrong? Your voice sounds a bit strange."
"N-nothing, hmph~ nothing… Ugh," She bit her lip hard.
Her body was becoming more and more sensitive.
Michael's hand on her buttocks suddenly tightened.
Emily's pupils constricted, and her body trembled violently.
"It's just my body is a bit… Ah!"
Huff... Huff...
Unable to speak, she could only continue panting delicately.
I'm sorry, Senior Yuto...