Chapter 67: Room 91 Girls

Two phones chimed almost simultaneously as Elle added them to the newly created group chat. Ariel pulled out hers and opened the messaging app. Her mouth immediately twitched. "What kind of ridiculous group name is this, Elle? Are you out of your mind?"

"It’s a nice name. You’re just being dramatic for no reason," Elle huffed, folding her arms across her chest.

Chloe pulled out her phone to check as well, curious about what Ariel was talking about, only to chuckle the moment she saw the name. "Seriously, Elle? Couldn’t you come up with something better? This is supposed to be our group chat, but you make it sound like we’re Starlight’s personal bodyguards."

Starlight raised a brow. At this point, she was curious too. "What did she name it?" she asked.

"Wanna see? Here." Elle eagerly turned and shoved the phone toward her. "What do you think? It’s a fantastic name, right?"

Starlight stared at the screen for several seconds. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. "What in the world is Queen Star and Her Three Musketeers? Are you insane?" she asked, disbelief thick in her voice.

Elle looked genuinely confused. "What’s wrong with it? It’s a cute and perfectly fitting name for our group."

"Change the damn name immediately," Starlight snapped, glaring up at her. "Change it before I start pulling out every single strand of your hair."

Elle instantly scooted farther away from her, shielding her head. "Not my hair, you big meanie! I don’t see what you all have against such a lovely name. You’re the Queen, and we’re—"

"Change it, Elle!" Starlight cut her off, her glare intensifying as she thrust the phone back at her.

"Fine, fine. I’ll change it."

"You know what? Don’t bother. Let Ariel or Chloe do it. I don’t trust you not to come up with something even more ridiculous," Starlight said, snatching the phone back out of her reach.

Elle whined loudly, stomping her foot. "That’s not fair! I was the one who suggested creating the group chat, so why should they be the ones who get to name it?"

"What are you, a kid?" Starlight narrowed her eyes. "Quit whining like one and stop questioning your Queen’s orders."

That finally made Chloe and Ariel burst out laughing, especially with the way Starlight said it with a straight face.

"Fine, they can change it," Elle grumbled, shooting Starlight a wounded look as though she had just committed a terrible betrayal.

"She really do sees you as her Queen," Ariel said, shaking her head while still smiling.

Starlight let out an exasperated sigh. "She’s insane, I’m telling you."

"Done. I’ve changed it," Chloe announced, holding up her phone to show everyone.

The display now read: ROOM 91 GIRLS

Starlight visibly relaxed. "Now this is what a group chat name should look like."

"I still think mine was better," Elle mumbled under her breath.

"That’s because you’re completely out of your mind," Starlight fired back.

*****

Back in the storage room, the air was thick with heat and harsh, shallow breathing.

Otto was thrusting into the girl with a relentless, brutal rhythm, her uniform top yanked up to reveal her neglected breasts, which bounced wildly with every heavy impact. Her pants were pooled down around her ankles, her fingers clawing helplessly at the concrete wall for support as her entire body trembled.

He grip tightened on her waist, digging his fingers in deep as he drove into her, grunting with each forceful stroke. The girl threw her head back, gasping wildly as overwhelming pleasure surged through her system, a thin trail of saliva running down her chin as she completely lost control.

Otto pushed faster, wishing he could just lose himself in the sensation, but the edge never quite left him. They had been at it for a while now, yet none of the release seemed to satisfy his dark, restless energy. In fact, with each burst of friction, he only grew more frustrated. Maybe if Ambrose and Preston had been here to join in on the fun, it would have been far more entertaining.

With one final, powerful thrust, he released inside the condom, groaned, and immediately pulled back. The moment he let her go, the girl’s knees buckled, her arms giving out completely as she slid to the cold floor in a trembling heap.

​Otto didn’t even spare her a glance as he pulled off the filled condom, tied the end, and dropped it onto the floor with the rest of the used ones. He hauled his pants back up and zipped them.

"Get dressed," he ordered, his tone flat and emotionless. "We need to leave before someone decides to wander in here."

​The girl looked up at him with dazed, heavy eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I can’t move my legs right now."

Otto scoffed, looking down at her with bare impatience. "Get up already and put your clothes on, or I’m just going to leave you here."

Wiping her mouth, the girl weakly scrambled back to her feet, her hands shaking as she pulled up her pants and began refixing her bra and shirt. "Can...I," she stammered, looking up at him with hopeful, flushed eyes. "Can I have your number now?"

"Nope," Otto said, popping the p while running a hand through his dark hair. "You can’t have my number. I don’t fuck the same hole twice."

"But you promised to give it to me if I let you do this!" she protested, her voice cracking as a desperate, hurt look washed over her face.

​"Well, I lied," Otto said smoothly. "I wanted a hole to fuck and you were available. Don’t look at me like I stole something from you."

"That was my first time," the girl cried out, her voice trembling.

Otto let out a dramatic gasp. "You mean you surrendered your virginity just for my phone number? Oh my... I’m so honored. But it’s not like you didn’t benefit from this. You got to experience being fucked by a werewolf, and that’s something not many humans can brag about."

Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her chin trembling violently under his cold gaze.

​Otto rolled his eyes, a wave of disgust washing over him. He hated this pathetic human drama. "What are the tears for?" he scoffed, gesturing down at the prominent bulge still straining against his athletic pants. "It’s not like you even satisfied me. See? I’m still hard."

The girl sniffled, burying her face in her hands.

Otto groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance. "I’m out of here. I don’t have time for this bullshit." ​He turned on his heel and walked toward the exit, pausing right at the threshold to glance back over his shoulder at the thoroughly humiliated girl with a sharp smirk.

"Don’t forget to take those condoms with you on your way out. Consider them a souvenir."

With that, he unlocked the door and stepped outside, leaving her standing alone in the dark storage room, completely hollowed out and burning with shame. "Humans," Otto muttered under his breath as he stepped into the empty corridor, adjusting his training shirt. "They really are worthless, pathetic little playthings."

He smirked to himself as he headed down the hallway. Well, it was fun while it lasted.

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