Chapter 211: This Is How You Bully

"Aren’t you enjoying yourself too much, hmm?"

Andrea’s breath hitched the moment the words left his mouth. She suddenly found herself cornered against him, trapped between both of his arms as he loomed over her.

Her back met the cool surface of the wall and there was nowhere left to step... Nowhere to escape from him.

This was the legendary wall slam she had only ever heard about.

She had always wondered how it could possibly feel that good. On paper it seemed ordinary—just someone stronger pinning someone else in place... That’s all.

Nothing especially exciting compared to all the other things they had already done. Now she understood how wrong that assumption had been.

He filled her entire field of vision. His eyes locked onto hers with calm, focused intensity.

Escape was not an option. He was stronger, faster, and larger than her in every way that mattered right now.

It felt exactly like a bunny trapped under a lion’s paw—helpless, aware that survival depended entirely on the predator’s mood.

Her heartbeat raced. She swallowed hard. Even the loose bra still hanging between them did nothing to soften the weight of the moment. His earlier question kept echoing in her mind.

She had been enjoying the teasing too much. She knew it was already past noon. She knew there was an apocalypse outside.

She knew her sister had been banging on the door, worried and impatient.

And yet Andrea had spent the last stretch of time focused only on teasing him, bullying him in small ways, and chasing the possibility of her own awakening—completely ignoring everything else.

"S-So what?"

The words came out weaker than she intended, closer to a whimper than a challenge.

The suddenness of being pinned still had her off balance.

"C-Can’t I enjoy my time with my boyfriend?"

Fredrinn hummed low in his chest. The sound vibrated through the small space between them.

He raised one hand and stroked her cheek with surprising gentleness, thumb brushing the warm skin just beneath her eye.

"Of course you can, sweet heart~"

He whispered the endearment, then used his other hand to remove the bra with casual ease. The soft fabric slipped away from his body before she could even think to protest.

An opening appeared at the edge of her vision—space she could theoretically slip through if she moved fast enough.

But Andrea knew better. She would never make it out of his grasp, so she did not bother trying.

She could not even find the breath to complain about him taking the bra off right in front of her.

His hand slid upward across her bare stomach. The contact was light but deliberate.

Her breath hitched again and suddenly felt heavy, as if the air in the room had grown thicker.

It was not quite like suffocation. It was something closer to being overwhelmed from the inside out.

Her pussy gave a small, involuntary twitch, reacting to the sensitivity flooding her body. Her legs began to feel unsteady, soft and unreliable, as if they might stop supporting her weight at any second.

Fredrinn did not drag the teasing out. Instead he lifted the bra and settled the cups back over her breasts, covering the pink nipples that had already tightened from the cool air and his proximity.

"Y-You are the one who’s supposed to wear it!"

Andrea managed the complaint, but he was already moving too quickly for her to keep up.

Before the protest fully left her mouth he had flipped her around so her front faced the wall.

His hands glided firmly along the curve of her spine. Fingers found the hooks of the bra and fastened them behind her with practiced ease.

"Hnnn~ You bastard~ This is unfair!"

The whine escaped before she could stop it. Her back arched involuntarily into the path of his hands as they traveled along her spine.

Her voice had gone softer, meeker, as if every touch made it harder to hold the sounds inside. She was already sensitive from everything that had come before.

This only made it worse.

"I can wear the top for you, baby~" Fredrinn leaned in close, whispering.

His breath brushed her ear a moment before his tongue slipped out and traced the delicate edge of her earlobe.

A sharp jolt of electricity raced down her spine and through the rest of her body.

"T-That’s not what we agreed on!"

Andrea refused to surrender the point—not when the skill and the quest was still on the line.

She pushed back with what little leverage she had and managed to turn herself around again so she was facing him.

His fingers slid along her waist as she moved, settling against the soft skin of her stomach.

She opened her mouth to voice another complaint.

But she never got the chance to...

Fredrinn leaned down.

His lips brushed the side of her neck first, then traveled upward until they captured her mouth in a deep, unhurried kiss.

Andrea tried to keep some control, but his tongue slipped past her lips without facing any resistance as he mingled it around hers, wrapping her tongue completely.

Her body stiffened for a single heartbeat and then it melted completely, the way ice cream softens under direct sun.

The kiss was passionate, deep and overly sexy for her to have any thoughts. Her mind was blurring into a haze.

She stayed locked against him until her lungs began to burn and she could no longer hold her breath.

Her hands rose and tapped urgently against his shoulders.

Only then did Fredrinn finally release her.

He drew back just far enough to look at her flushed face and licked his own lips as if he had just finished a meal that tasted even better than a 5 star restaurant.

And as a finisher, he grinned slightly, his fingers brushing against the cup of her sexy bra as she released a soft moan from the touch.

"This is how you bully your lover."