War is always cruel.
Yet, it is also one of the significant driving forces behind human progress.
It indirectly proves that human desire is truly sinister; for the sake of benefits, to obtain what one desires, people are willing to pay any price, even if it ans sacrificing their lives.
As for the lives of others, they seem to beco even less of a concern.
And the war between Sam and Angel?
Describing it as a battle with heavy casualties might be an understatent.
In this fight, Sam employed all the sexual knowledge he had at his disposal. He gave it his all, holding nothing back.
Of course, battles are often fought by both sides, aning that no one involved can remain unaffected.
This is normal.
Angel is not soone who submits easily.
At least, she is a female lead who is difficult to conquer, so Sam had to use all his strength throughout the process of making love.
His penis brutally thrust into Angel’s anus, the intense collision sounds echoing like waves crashing repeatedly against the rocks.
Throughout the ordeal, Angel was incredibly resilient, trying not to make a sound.
But under Sam’s relentless ’assault,’ even the sturdiest of dams would be destroyed. Angel almost bit through her lip, yet she still couldn’t control the moans that threatened to erupt from her throat.
So, when Sam changed positions, laying her face up, Angel bit down hard on Sam’s shoulder.
She bit with force.
Instantly breaking the skin, Angel tasted the blood of this boy.
Sam frowned slightly, taking a deep breath as his heartbeat quickened.
"What’s the point of holding back during this? What difference does it make whether you moan or not?"
Sam saw through her thoughts, but Angel’s eyes still blazed with seething anger.
She released her bite, lifting her head to look at Sam, who was pressing down on her.
"You’ll pay for this...ugh!"
But before she could finish her sentence, Sam had already thrust his penis entirely into her vagina. With his movents, Angel’s breasts trembled violently.
During this sexual encounter, Sam seed to have taken an unprecedented level of control.
It was as if he could easily manipulate her every reaction, making her display any expression he wanted.
For the first ti, Angel realized that Sam knew so many sexual positions.
Honestly, it was hard for reason to compete with the sensations of the mont.
The only thing keeping Angel going was the humiliation in her heart and the full-blown rage she felt towards Sam.
She was already imagining how she would punish Sam afterward.
But then...
Why wasn’t it over yet?!
Why was he so enduring? It had been two hours already, why hadn’t he ejaculated?
Bastard...
Scum...
Trash...
Peasant...
Such words kept surfacing in her mind, as if to remind her to stay rational.
Yet Sam continued to thrust into her vagina relentlessly, with large movents and rapid speed, without any pause.
Throughout the process, Angel had lost count of how many orgasms she had reached. It seed like she was constantly in a state of climax, without any respite!
Angel opened her eyes and looked at Sam. His muscular contours, his handso jawline, and the determined, slightly ferocious expression on his face as he thrust into her were utterly srizing.
Sam was indeed perfect.
Whether it was his handso looks, his thick and large cock, or his extraordinary stamina during sex.
But even with such an exceptional Sam, he had no right to treat her this way, and it was precisely for this reason that she couldn’t let him beco even more smug.
So Angel had an idea.
She stopped deliberately enduring and, as Sam continued to thrust his penis into her vagina, Angel finally let out a moan, wrapping her arms around Sam’s shoulders.
This change made Sam pause, his movents halting for three seconds.
Sam wondered if Angel had finally given in. Was he about to conquer this formidable female lead?
But the next mont, he heard Angel’s panting voice.
"Don’t keep going... you’re not all that... you really think you’re so great?"
To make Sam surrender in this matter?
Absolutely impossible.
Sam adjusted his position slightly and then thrust into Angel’s vagina again, his glans hitting the deepest part of her vagina, the sensation from her cervix once again bringing Angel to the peak of orgasm.
"Ah~!"
"No~! Oh my god!"
The sounds of flesh colliding and Angel’s moans intensified in the room, which would have spread throughout the entire floor if not for the excellent soundproofing.
Ti passed, feeling as long as a harsh winter.
Angel’s nails pierced the skin on Sam’s back, leaving deep bloody marks.
But now, Sam seed to feel no pain at all; he just held the girl beneath him tightly, his sweat mingling with the love fluids from her vagina.
And Angel could clearly feel the heartbeat in her chest, not just her own, but his as well.
Under Sam’s intense thrusting, Angel no longer wanted to move, nor could she.
Although the entire process was filled with pleasure.
The last vestige of rationality told Angel not to let Sam be so pleased with himself, otherwise, he might really think she had submitted to him.
In her heart, Sam’s thoughts were still so detestable, still so unforgivable...
It’s just that at this mont, she could no longer be as resolute and angry as she was at the beginning.
...
"It’s finally over, get up..."
Angel patted Sam’s back with her hand.
She had intended to slap him harder, but she had no strength left; the force she used wouldn’t even kill a mosquito.
Sam’s penis left Angel’s body, and he slightly rose, bowing his head to look at her still pulsating vaginal entrance.
Angel turned her head slightly as if to avoid Sam’s gaze at that mont, knowing that her expression must be embarrassing.
"You look much cuter like this, don’t you?" Sam said with a smile.
Hearing this made Angel sowhat angry.
She looked at Sam. "Are you feeling very smug right now?"
Sam thought for a mont and smiled.
"Not smug, I just want to show you what the best version of is like. Wouldn’t it be a pity if you really cut off my penis?"
Angel stared at the ceiling.
She really wanted to cut off Sam’s penis; the scissors were right beside her, but she didn’t pick them up.
Instead, after a mont of silence, she said. "Even if I can’t bear to hurt you, aren’t you afraid I might harm Sophie?"
Sam pondered.
"Of course, I’m afraid. How should I put it... Although Sophie and I are just friends and classmates, I’m a soft-hearted person, and I can’t bear to see a beautiful girl get hurt, so I’d probably feel remorse. But if you insist on doing it, I’ll try to stop you no matter what."
Angel let out a cold laugh. "You’re becoming more and more candid."
"Being a bit more honest with you is good, right? At least you won’t say I deceived you in the end. It’s better to let you know from the start that I’m a philanderer with no noble morals, relying on my handso looks to build a harem."
Angel found it amusing.
She turned her head to look at Sam beside her, noticing several scratches on his body from their lovemaking.
"At that ti, I could have used ti stop to kill Sophie, and in the future, I will have countless such opportunities. But I didn’t do it, and I don’t plan to do it in the future. Do you know why?"
Sam thought for a mont. "Have you fallen for ?"
"Cut the crap."
Angel didn’t hesitate to swear.
As Sam expected, even if that were true, she wouldn’t admit it, not to ntion that most people can’t see clearly into their own hearts. They only co to a realization after they’ve missed their chance and regret it.
"Oh, then why is it?"
"Because of my rcy."
You’re a rciful person?
It seed even Angel found her own statent laughable, as she was the first to start laughing.
"Because my goal from the start was to make you willingly belong to , to completely conquer you. If I did it that way... you’d probably hate , right?"
"You’re afraid I’ll hate you?"
"Of course not. What’s most important is that by doing so, I’d be admitting that I’m wary of her, that I’m concerned about her. What a joke. By your side, there won’t be any woman in this world who can surpass . I don’t need you to struggle when faced with a choice between and anyone else. That would be a desecration of .
You should always, without question, obey , follow , and not feel like it’s a choice."
Has she changed?
Sam could feel that she indeed had changed.
She wasn’t as cruel and cold-blooded as before, not as ruthless and reckless in achieving her goals.
But her stubbornness hadn’t changed at all.
"Then you keep trying. I don’t think I’ll beco so obsessed only with soone."
Sam seed to skip the lies, too lazy to appease her with a falsehood.
Angel laughed.
"You’re feeling pretty smug now, huh? Like you really think I can’t bring myself to do anything to you?"
"There’s no smugness. I know you still do whatever you want. You can hurt if you want to hurt , hurt the people around if you want to hurt them. I just hope you’d co at directly. Innocent bystanders would just spoil the ga, wouldn’t they?"
"Ga?"
"You were the one who brought up the word ’ga’ first."
Sam turned his head as well, the two of them lying naked on the bed, facing each other like strangers.
"I can promise you that, but do you really think you can handle it? Just thinking about your so-called ideals makes want to blow your brains out right now."
Sam smiled, then got up, picked up the handgun from the floor, and placed it beside Angel.
Then he lay back down, spreading his arms wide as if to embrace the whole world.
"Then go ahead and shoot . I’ve said what I had to say, and now I have almost no secrets from you."
Angel snorted, picked up the handgun, but the next mont, she tossed it aside.
"Do you know this gun is loaded with blanks?"
"Is it? I didn’t know."
"Where do you get the courage from?"
Sam blinked, looking at Angel with unusual sincerity at this mont.
"I just believe that deep down, you’re still kind-hearted. It’s just that your possessiveness over might cloud so things."
"Can you stop being so narcissistic?" Angel looked at him with disdain.
Well, Sam was indeed a bit narcissistic, because he truly was exceptional.
The night continued, seemingly stretching on endlessly.
Just like this ’ga’ between him and her.
Is it a ga?
It should be called a war.
The difference is, if Angel lost, the pride and personality she took pride in might face a challenge.
But if Sam lost, the result would be death.
However, there were still things he needed to know, questions he still had to ask.
"So... how do you plan to punish ?" Sam turned his head to look at her.
Angel looked back at him with scorn. "It seems you do have so self-awareness after all."
Sam said. "I can’t naively think that you’ve truly been conquered by , can I? All I can do is try to appease you, but at least I’ve been honest with you about my thoughts. What you do or think about , I can’t stop. I’m just fighting for a chance to win this war."
Angel sat up, looking down at Sam with a sowhat icy gaze.
"Do you realize that your so-called ideals would be unacceptable to any normal girl, not just to soone like ?"
"But I believe you’re special," Sam said.
"Can you not be so shaless?"
"I’m already entertaining the idea of establishing a harem; do you think I care about being shaless?"
Watching Sam candidly express such shaless thoughts, Angel found it astonishing.
She laughed and shook her head.
"Then I’ll give you a chance," she said.
Then, looking at Sam, she lowered her voice.
"I’ll give you this chance. Conquer , and you might achieve your dream. But if you fail, there are only two outcos: either you beco my pet, the kind with no rights and no freedom, completely under my control for life. Or... I’ll pay any price to kill you."
"How do you define conquering you?"
Sam didn’t hesitate to choose the forr, the reasons for which need not be repeated.
Angel leaned down, stretching out her hand to touch Sam’s chest.
She pressed hard, right over his heart.
Very hard.
"When I say ’I love you.’"
Sam looked into her eyes, those incredibly captivating eyes, as if they were the end of the universe, understanding them ant there was no need to know any other truth.
It seed both difficult and simple. And so unbelievable.
"What if I fall in love with you first?" Sam asked.
Angel let out a cold laugh.
"If you want to fall in love with you, you’ll have to fall for first. That’s a given."
"I’ll try my best... What are you doing?"
Sam’s thoughts drifted, seemingly to ponder anything further when he saw her trapping his penis between her two feet.
Her expression turned seductive.
"What I ntioned before was your chance, and now is your punishnt. Don’t speak, just enjoy."
What would this night bring?
Sam squinted slightly.
At least, after today, Sam wouldn’t have to pretend anymore.
But this ti, Sam still wasn’t too obedient.
Less than ten minutes later, he flipped over, pinning Angel beneath him.
Angel looked at him coldly.
"You’ve already had your way with for nearly three hours, and now you want to continue?"
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"From today on, be my girlfriend."
Angel was stunned.
"What did you say? Mmm..."
Sam kissed her face earnestly and said.
"Let’s start our official relationship today. Do you agree?"
Feeling Sam’s kiss, Angel blushed, her breathing becoming rapid.
"Who asks such a question at a ti like this? You’re breaking the rules..."
"You were never a girl to follow the rules anyway, and besides, don’t you think it’s fitting for two rule-breakers like us? Let’s start our official relationship this way; I think it’s quite nice."
"Smack."
Her hand landed on his face, but it lacked strength; it couldn’t be considered a slap.
Her hand rested on Sam’s cheek, and their eyes locked.
Then she started to laugh.
"What if I say that once we’re truly in a relationship, breaking up would only end in two ways: either you die or I die? Would you still want it?"
"I would."
Sam grabbed Angel’s hand, pressing it onto the bed, their fingers intertwining.
On the soft bed, they made love once again. Only this ti, Sam was much gentler than before, and Angel no longer held back deliberately, moaning enchantingly in response to Sam’s movents.
The heavens and the earth, for a mont, reached a truce.
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