Spellbound

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Sergoth threw a mocking smile, "Worried about competition? That boy is nothing more than a helpless piece of human flesh."

Octavius stared sharply, "He may be human, but he has great potential. I want to know everything, and I want him eliminated from our lives."

Sergoth laughed condescendingly, "Eliminated? You know, My Lord, I have a more enjoyable way to deal with this problem. Something that will make you relish it even more."

Octavius smiled thinly, "No. This time, I want to torment him first, make him regret and beg for forgiveness from me."

With a mysterious grin, Sergoth responded, "Certainly, Your will is my command. I will provide the best service for Your satisfaction."

Accompanied by the silent and dark night, the anguish, and all the human emotions that culminated in decisive decisions, Sergoth discussed his plans seriously with his Master...

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On an evening painted with an orange sky, Viktor cleaned the tables left by customers in the restaurant. Afterward, he hung the brown apron on the clothing hook.

"Hey? Has your 'condition' healed? Damn, it's too much," remarked a senior who had an issue with Viktor yesterday. Never allowing anyone, especially a newcomer, to live peacefully with the work they did.

Viktor remained silent. His face was cold, and his eyes glared sharply. He systematically moved to leave the restaurant without engaging in meaningless arguments.

"Hah! So arrogant. Just you wait!" shouted the senior, his belly fat jiggling as he acted in such a manner.

As Viktor stepped out into the fading daylight, the streets were bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. Determined to leave the negative encounter behind, he walked briskly, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

However, the echoes of the senior's taunts lingered in the air. Viktor clenched his fists, a mix of frustration and indignation building within him.

As Viktor traversed the vibrant streets, the lively pulse of the city surrounded him, resonating with the cadence of daily life.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting elongated shadows on the bustling pavement, creating a cinematic interplay of light and dark.

Choosing to navigate on foot to economize, Viktor strolled along the sidewalk. However, when he reached a crossroads, the synapses in his brain issued a command, halting his steps.

Vela stood at the crossroads, her white dress swaying gently in the breeze. Viktor, surprised, mused to himself, "Really? Is she dressed up today?"

Vela's appearance had undergone a dramatic transformation, adopting a profoundly feminine allure that captured Viktor's attention.

She wore an exquisite bone-white dress, adorned with a unique and beautiful hair accessory, complemented by an intoxicating fragrance.

"Was she always this enchanting?" Viktor approached Vela, drawn to the girl who had been smiling so sweetly and captivatingly since the arrival of her admired man.

"Of course, I've always been beautiful. As if it's any different!"

"Ah? Hahaha. Forgive me. Was I too forward?" Viktor inquired. Of course, in reality... Viktor's face was too close to Vela's, savoring every breath the girl took.

Meanwhile, other onlookers observing the two had already predicted the future... regarding what would happen next.

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As they entered the room, a hush settled over them, the ambient sounds fading into the background. After a brief exchange of words, Vela's gaze intensified, and she took a step closer, the unspoken tension palpable in the air.

Viktor, somewhat caught off guard, managed a nervous chuckle. "Ah, sorry if I'm being forward. Was that too much?"

Vela's eyes gleamed mischievously, "Perhaps you've been holding back for too long."

In the quietude of that moment, Vela closed the remaining distance, her lips meeting Viktor's. The initial touch was gentle, a delicate dance of exploration. Yet, as the seconds unfolded, the kiss evolved into a fervent exchange of passion.

Viktor, overcome by the intensity of the moment, whispered, "I never expected... this."

Vela, with a teasing smile, replied, "Expectations can be overrated. Let the moment guide us."

Their whispered words painted an alluring tapestry of shared desires, setting the stage for a profound exploration of emotions.

Viktor, despite the growing heat of passion, initially hesitated, caught between the allure of the moment and the lingering traces of restraint.

Vela's voice, soft and inviting, pierced through the quietude. "Don't resist, Viktor. Let the desires we've kept at bay come to life."

As her hands found their way beneath the fabric of Viktor's shirt, she continued, "Our connection goes beyond words. Feel it."

Viktor, overwhelmed by the magnetic pull of Vela's touch, allowed himself to be drawn into the dance of their escalating emotions. "I- I just... never imagined it would feel like this," he confessed, his voice a breathless whisper.

They moved in synchrony, exploring the uncharted territories of intimacy. As the air thickened with anticipation, Vela, embodying a captivating mix of confidence and vulnerability, took the lead.

"Let go of your inhibitions, Viktor. This is our canvas, and tonight, we paint with passion," she murmured, her words a seductive melody.

With a fluid grace, she undressed, each garment falling like a whispered promise. Viktor, mesmerized, felt the room transform into a sanctuary for their unspoken desires.

Vela adorned herself in a sheer lace lingerie set, a delicate veil that danced with transparency against her porcelain skin.

The intricate lace patterns traced the contours of her form, creating a mesmerizing display of ethereal beauty.

The soft glow of ambient light accentuated every nuance, casting a gentle radiance upon her pale complexion.

Viktor, captivated by the enchanting vision before him, found his gaze lingering on the delicate details that adorned Vela's silhouette.

"Join me in this exploration," She smiled seductively.

Her attire, both alluring and elegant, seemed to elevate the room's ambiance, transforming it into a haven of sensuality.

Vela's beauty, bathed in the subtle play of light, held a captivating allure, leaving Viktor in silent admiration.

The translucent fabric teased, revealing glimpses of her allure without completely surrendering its secrets.

Viktor, spellbound, couldn't help but appreciate the sublime grace with which Vela carried herself in the delicate embrace of her lingerie.