Alice couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of Mark's massive cock as it struck rhythmically against Rita’s legs. She swallowed hard, a single thought echoing in her mind: 'Had he gotten even bigger since last time?'"Apply some moisturizer to my soles," Rita muttered, her gaze locked firmly onto Mark’s.Mark blinked, momentarily derailed. "Why?""Just... do it."He didn’t press further. Squeezing a generous dollop of lotion into his palms, he began to massage it into the underside of Rita’s feet. "More. Make it slippery," she commanded. With a shrug, Mark complied, slathering her skin until it glistened. He couldn’t fathom what was going through her head—who moisturized their soles in the middle of a moment like this? He found out soon enough.Rita began lowering her legs from his chest to his groin, bracing herself with her hands to maintain balance. She turned her feet inward, pressing the arches together

{Astras Academy}"No, thank you! How many times do I have to say I’m not interested?" Mark bellowed. He reclined in his chair, one leg tossed over the other in a display of pure indifference.Across from him sat Vincent, the Student Council Vice President. A tray of burgers and fries sat between them, untouched by the tension in the air. Vincent took a slow, steadying breath, watching Mark’s stubborn posture. *'I have to convince him. No matter what it takes. Everything depends on him....the plan, my mother's life...'"I understand that you’re not fond of the spotlight," Vincent said, keeping his voice level. "But look at how excited everyone is for the summer festival. They’ve never been this hyped before, and it’s all because you the God of Astras who's supposed to be the lead in the play. People want you, Mark. They want to see you. Don't let them down."It was like talking to a brick wall. Mark acted as if he’d plugged his ears with

Earlier... (The Brisco Estate)After spending hours meticulously studying the portrait of Maerten Soolmans, Ben finally stepped forward. He carried the painting with practiced care, placing it on the table before Lilith and her parents.Lilith’s father, James Brisco, looked up at the butler. "So... how did it go?"Ben sat down, his gaze fixed on the table. "I have good news and bad news.""Start with the good," Lilith interrupted immediately."The portrait is an original.""And the bad news?""It’s the 'Anchor', not the 'Signal," Ben explained.James ran a hand through his vibrant hair, a look of frustration crossing his face. "The Anchor, huh? Well, I didn’t expect it to be easy to find the Signal. That bastard Michael and Darren must have hidden it well."Lilith looked down, her fingers fidgeting at the mention of Darren—Alice’s late uncle and a man the Briscos considered a mortal enemy. The guilt of

Clarice offered to drive me to the Academy, but I turned her down. A morning walk was exactly what I needed to clear my head, and her house which we’d spent the night in wasn't far from campus anyway. I stepped out into the crisp morning air wearing a navy Jordan tracksuit I’d borrowed—okay, stolen—from Steve's wardrobe. It was a little chilly, but the fleece kept the bite off, and my sneakers felt light on the pavement. The streets of Astras were just waking up. Small vendors were beginning to hoist their shutters and arrange their stalls as the first rays of the sun crested the horizon. As I passed through the market district, I noticed a pair of men freeze the moment they saw me. Simultaneously, they snapped into deep, respectful bows."Good morning, Master!" they chirped in unison.I squinted, slowing my pace. It took a second for the facial recognition to kick in. "Oh... wait. You’re the guys who were hassling those female middle schoolers the other day. Draco’s little slum-thu

{Two Days Ago: Sunday Evening}**Third Person POV**At the Simpson Estate in Westgate, Enny sat alone on a garden chair in the sprawling backyard. She watched the last embers of twilight fade as the darkness claimed the sky, stars beginning to lit overhead.She checked her watch, her leg tapping a restless rhythm against the lush lawn. Her patience was thin, and it was fraying by the second.Finally, the sound of muffled footsteps approached. A small, slight figure emerged from the shadows. Enny didn't wait for a greeting; she immediately scowled."You’re late.""My apologies. I had a minor complication during my previous contract," Neko replied, her voice a flat, neutral calm. She stepped into the light and sat across from Enny. Her hands were stained in crimson and wet with unmistakable blood. "The target was more resilient than anticipated. He put up a fight, but I took care of it."Enny rolled her eyes, a look o