Absolute Loser Becomes The Pleasure King Using Satan System

Chapter 106: 106.Special Friendship-2

Mylo stiffened, his pulse spiking at the desperate heat in her grip.

"Reina, wait," Mylo said, gently trying to pull his hand back. "We need to slow down. We’re friends, remember? Good friends."

"I don’t care about that right now!" Reina cried softly, refusing to let go. Her fingers tightened around his, pulling him closer. "Why can’t we be more than friends? Why does it only have to be that?"

Tears brimmed in her amber eyes, completely stripping away her usual timid exterior.

Mylo looked at her trembling face.

More than friends...

He thought about the past few days. The way she had smiled when handing him that silly manga. The clumsy, genuine warmth she offered him when everyone else only saw a broken loser or a pawn to be used.

He didn’t just tolerate her. He genuinely cared about her.

Besides...

A faint chime rang in the back of his mind. The floating crimson quest interface flashed behind his retinas: Daily Quest: Satisfy Five Women.

If it’s Reina... I don’t want to run away.

"Reina," Mylo murmured, his tone softening as he stopped resisting. "All right."

That was all it took.

Whatever fragile thread of restraint Reina had left snapped completely.

She surged forward with unexpected ferocity, shoving Mylo back until his shoulder blades hit the cool, shaded corridor wall.

Her hands flew up, tangling into his jacket. Rising onto her tiptoes, she crashed her parted lips against his in a desperate, breathless kiss.

Her mouth was burning, clumsy, and overwhelming with raw need, pouring all the pent-up heat from her dreams straight into him.

Mylo’s back met the cool corridor wall, but the impact vanished behind the sheer heat of Reina’s lips.

This wasn’t the shy girl who hid behind her sketchbooks. Her kiss was frantic and uncoordinated, her breath hot against his mouth as her trembling fingers bunched into his jacket.

"Mylo... please," Reina whimpered, breaking the kiss just enough to gasp for air, her amber eyes glassy behind her glasses. "Don’t push me away. I’ve felt like I was going crazy all morning."

"Reina, wait—"

"I don’t want to wait!" she cried softly, her voice cracking with raw emotion. "Every time I see you, my chest aches, and after last night... I can’t pretend anymore. I need you to touch me. Right now."

Before he could answer, she grabbed his wrists, guiding his hands firmly down past her waist and pressing his palms between her thighs.

Even through the pleated fabric of her skirt, the damp heat was unmistakable. She was trembling so violently her knees threatened to buckle.

"Look at what you do to me," she breathed, burying her face into the crook of his neck, completely unraveled. "Just... please."

Mylo’s restraint snapped. "Hold onto my shoulders."

Reina nodded frantically, wrapping her arms around his neck as Mylo slid his hand beneath the hem of her skirt. Pushing past the damp silk, his fingers found her slick heat, slipping inside her tight fold.

"Ah! Mylo!" Reina let out a sharp cry, her hips jerking forward. Her nails dug deep into his back. "It’s... it’s so much... you’re so warm—"

"You’re soaking wet for me, Reina," Mylo murmured, his fingers curling, finding a steady, driving rhythm.

"Because it’s you!" she sobbed out, half in pleasure, half in sheer relief. Her head fell back against the wall, her cardigan slipping off one shoulder. "I only want this with you! Don’t stop... please don’t stop!"

With his free hand, Mylo pulled her collar aside, his mouth finding the sensitive curve of her throat, licking and nipping at the flushed skin. Every touch drew ragged, broken gasps from her lips.

"I feel like I’m going to break..." Reina whimpered, her inner walls clenching down hard around his hand with every deliberate thrust. "Mylo... it’s too tight... I can’t hold it!"

"Don’t hold it," Mylo whispered against her ear, increasing the pace. "Let go."

"I’m coming... I’m—!"

Her words shattered into a breathy, choked cry as her entire body went rigid. A violent, shuddering climax tore through her, her hips trembling uncontrollably as her warmth spilled freely over his fingers.

Reina slumped heavily against his chest, panting for air, her tear-streaked face resting against his collar as the aftershocks slowly rippled through her.

"Mylo..." she whispered, her voice fragile, full of awe and vulnerability. "You... you really chose me."

Reina leaned heavily against his chest, her legs trembling so hard she couldn’t keep her balance. Her breath was warm and ragged against his neck.

"Mylo..." she whispered, her voice tiny, dazed, and breathless. "I... I can’t move. My knees feel like water."

"Take it easy," Mylo said softly, wrapping an arm securely around her waist to support her weight. "Don’t try to stand."

He pulled out a clean handkerchief, carefully tidying her skirt and wiping his fingers before pocketing it.

"Did I... was that okay?" Reina asked timidly, her amber eyes searching his face through crooked glasses, a sudden look of anxious vulnerability creeping into her blush. "I was so aggressive... you must think I’m completely shameless."

Mylo paused, his expression softening as he reached up to gently straighten her frames.

"Hey. Look at me," he murmured, waiting until her gaze met his. "You weren’t shameless at all. It was amazing, Reina. You don’t ever need to feel embarrassed with me, okay?"

Reina’s lips parted, a small, fragile breath escaping her as relief washed over her features. "Really? You’re not just saying that?"

"I don’t lie to you," Mylo said with a warm smile. "Now let me take care of you."

He slid his other arm under her knees, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

Reina let out a squeak, immediately hiding her burning face into the crook of his neck, her fingers curling tight into his collar. "Mylo... people might see us..."

"No one’s around," he said quietly, stepping into the corridor. "And even if they were, I’m not leaving you to collapse in an empty hallway."

He carried her down the hall to the deserted student resting room, stepping inside and laying her down gently on a corner cot. He pulled the light blanket over her shoulders, tucking the edges around her trembling frame.

"Mylo... are you going to leave?" she asked, her heavy eyelids fluttering, her small hand reaching out to weakly grasp the hem of his jacket sleeve.

Mylo sat on the edge of the cot for a second, gently taking her small hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I have an errand I need to run, but I’m not running away from you," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her knuckles before smoothing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead. "Rest up. Sleep for an hour and let your energy come back. I’ll check on you later, I promise."

"Okay..." Reina mumbled, her grip loosening as a faint, utterly content smile touched her lips. "I’ll wait for you..."

Her breathing evened out into deep, peaceful sleep almost instantly.

Mylo stood, watching her for one quiet moment before slipping out into the corridor and pulling the door shut.

That’s one woman satisfied, he thought. Now I need to hurry before Miss Chloe-

His phone buzzed violently.

The screen flashed: Brandy.

Brandy? Didn’t she just leave with Mac?

He answered immediately. "Brandy?"

"M-Mylo...!"

Her voice was ragged, slurred, and thick with terror.

"Help me... please... the coffee... he put something in it-"

"Who the fuck gave you that phone?!" Mac’s venomous roar cut through the speaker.

"Get off me-AH!"

A harsh bang reverberated against wood, followed by Brandy’s muffled cry of pain.

"Shut up and stay inside, you bitch! Nobody’s coming down to these storage rooms!"

CRACK.

Plastic snapped beneath a heavy stomp. Harsh static hissed, and the call went dead.

Mylo lowered the phone, all warmth vanishing from his face as a lethal chill took over.

Old campus storage rooms.

Mac, you suicidal bastard.

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