Chapter 126.The half-naked girl-1

Her breathing turned ragged. She reached up, her fingers tracing the exact spot on her collarbone where he had licked her. The memory alone sent a violent shiver straight down her spine.

”Mmn… haa…”

Her hand slowly slid lower, slipping past the collar of her tight reddish-black bodysuit. She slipped her fingers inside the fabric, finding the heavy, bare weight of her own breast.

”Ah!” she gasped, tweaking her own sensitive peak. It was already rock hard, aching for his touch.

She arched her back on the mattress, her hips lifting off the sheets as she imagined his large, heavy hands massaging her.

Her other hand slid down her stomach, pressing over the tight fabric covering her lower half.

”Nngh… Mylo… please…”

Her soft, breathy moans echoed off the stone walls as she began to rhythmically grind her hand against her center. The friction built rapidly. Her legs tangled in the bedsheets, her toes curling as the overwhelming pleasure took over.

”Haa… ahn! Mmn!”

She thrashed on the mattress, her breathing coming in short, desperate gasps. The intoxicating heat coiled tighter and tighter in her stomach until she finally shattered.

”Mylo!” she cried out, her back arching rigidly as a powerful, trembling climax washed over her.

She collapsed back onto the mattress, her chest heaving violently, a satisfied, exhausted smile spreading across her lips as she drifted into a deep sleep.

Back on Earth, Mylo was spat out into the treeline near Leh Lake.

The cool night air hit his face. With a thought, the long, imposing trench coat shifted and morphed, shrinking down into a sleek, casual leather jacket to blend in.

Mylo adjusted his collar and began the long walk back toward his apartment.

His mind was sharp and highly focused. The chaotic lust of the curse was locked safely behind his new Prana core.

I need to start searching the drug network, Mylo thought, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the distant city lights.

He couldn’t rely solely on his memories anymore. He needed to track down the local dealers and confirm if there were any massive changes in the syndicate’s hierarchy from his previous life’s timeline.

And I need money, he realized grimly. Serious money.

If he wanted to buy better artifacts from the System Store to survive Narak, he needed Gold. And Gold required real-world cash.

Alright, Mylo planned, his boots hitting the pavement with determination. I’ll hit my apartment, get changed, and meet up with Carey. It’s time to see the underworld of this City.

The bright morning sunlight pierced through the narrow gaps in the hostel blinds, casting warm, golden lines across the tangled mass of blankets on the floor.

“Mmn…” Brandy shifted, letting out a soft, sleepy groan as the cool morning air brushed against her bare shoulders.

Beside her, Reina’s heavy eyelids fluttered open. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, letting out a quiet yawn. But as her vision cleared, the sleepy haze vanished in an instant, replaced by a jolt of pure, unadulterated shock.

Venice was already awake. She was sitting up on the edge of the mattress, casually stretching her arms above her head. The movement caused her already loose bra to slip precariously down her shoulder, putting the heavy, soft swell of her cleavage on full display. She was wearing nothing else but a pair of tiny lace panties.

Reina’s eyes darted frantically to the middle of the mattress.

Brandy was curled on her side, the blanket kicked halfway down her legs. Just like Venice, Brandy was stripped down to her underwear. Her bra was unclasped at the back, barely clinging to her chest, exposing the smooth, flushed skin of her back and the soft curve of her side.

Reina’s mind instantly flashed back to the dark, heated midnight encounter. The heavy breathing. The muffled moans. The desperate kissing.

“Y-You guys…!” Reina gasped, her face exploding into a shade of violent, burning red. She pointed a trembling finger at them. “Did you… all night?! Without me?!”

“Nngh… what?” Brandy mumbled, her eyes snapping open at Reina’s shout.

Brandy pushed herself up, suddenly realizing how exposed she was. The cool air hit her chest as her loose bra completely slipped off one shoulder. She looked down, then looked at the smirking Venice, and finally at the utterly scandalized Reina.

“Ah! N-No!” Brandy squeaked, her face flushing crimson as she frantically scrambled to pull the blanket up over her bare chest. “It’s not what it looks like, Reina! I swear!”

“Oh?” Venice purred, leaning back on her hands and arching her spine, completely unbothered by her own lack of clothing. A wicked, teasing smile danced on her lips. “What exactly does it look like, Reina? Brandy was just running so hot last night… we had to find a way to cool off. Isn’t that right, Brandy?”

“Venice! Stop it!” Brandy hissed, burying her burning face in her hands, letting out a muffled, embarrassed groan. “Mmn… please, you’re making it worse!”

“I knew it!” Reina squealed, covering her blushing face with her hands, though her fingers were spread wide enough to keep staring at Venice’s confident, half-naked display. “You guys are unbelievable!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A sharp, authoritative knock hammered against the wooden door, instantly freezing the chaos in the room.

Before anyone could move, the door clicked open.

Warden Samantha stepped into the room, her strict eyes narrowing behind her glasses. She wore a sharp, no-nonsense uniform, her posture rigid as she surveyed the scene before her.

“What in the world is all this screaming about at this hour?” Samantha demanded, her sharp gaze sweeping over the makeshift floor bed.

She took in the sight: Reina blushing furiously against the wall, Brandy desperately clutching a blanket over her exposed chest, and Venice sitting casually in nothing but lace underwear, offering a completely unbothered, polite smile.

Samantha let out a long, heavy sigh, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“I don’t care what kind of… extracurricular activities you girls are getting up to in here,” the warden scolded, her tone dry and exasperated. “But you will keep the volume down. Other students are trying to sleep. Am I understood?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am!” Reina and Brandy squeaked in unison, absolutely mortified.

“Crystal clear, Warden,” Venice chimed in with a sweet, teasing wink.

Samantha shook her head and stepped back out into the hall, leaving the door cracked open.

Brandy wasted absolutely no time. Her heart hammering with embarrassment, she dove across the room, snatching her oversized t-shirt from the corner and pulling it frantically over her head. She scrambled into her jeans, desperate to escape the suffocating, teasing tension in the room.

“I have to go!” Brandy announced, grabbing her bag.

She turned to Reina, offering an awkward, apologetic smile. “I’ll see you later, Reina. I promise, nothing crazy happened.”

“Uh-huh,” Reina muttered, still blushing madly.

Venice rested her chin on her hand, her eyes trailing over Brandy with a satisfied, lingering gaze. “See you around, Brandy. Try not to miss me too much.”

Brandy let out a flustered huff and bolted out the door.

As she hurried down the quiet hostel hallway, she caught up with Warden Samantha, who was writing something on a clipboard.

“Sorry again about the noise, Ma’am,” Brandy said, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.

Samantha paused, looking up at the hardworking, independent girl. The warden’s strict expression softened just a fraction. She knew Brandy didn’t live in the dorms and respected her relentless drive to survive and study.

“Just watch the company you keep, Brandy. That Venice girl is a handful,” Samantha warned lightly. She pulled a pen from her pocket. “If you ever need to stay over again due to emergencies, or if there’s trouble with the boys on campus, let me know directly.”

Samantha jotted a number down on a piece of paper and handed it over.

“Thank you, Ma’am. I really appreciate it,” Brandy smiled, feeling a genuine wave of relief as she saved the number into her phone.

With a final wave, Brandy pushed through the heavy front doors of the hostel, stepping out into the crisp morning air, ready to face the day.