Desire...

[Onvers Pov]

"What the hell, this Ailith witch just dumped information, didn't she?"

I wrote on her hand, confused about how she knew secret information about humanity. She was a witch, right?

[How do you know about this? ]

As I wrote, I noticed her getting aroused by my touch. Her cheeks turned red like a tomato and her silver eyes turned red as well. Her messy hair added to the dishevelled look. I couldn't explain why I could sense her breath,

I felt her head on my shoulder and her hand behind my back. Her breast tickled my arm, giving me a soft and comfortable feeling.

I was so immersed in her story that I didn't even realize how close she had come to me. Her hand was in my grip as I wrote my tenth question,

[ "How do you know about this?" ]She didn't seem to notice the position she was in.

A terrifying thought blossomed in my head, thinking about what would happen if a girl showed me her defenceless state and directly showed her affection openly.

All her defenses crumble down and the expression would invite me to do something more.

Every man with a mentality like mine would try to satisfy his innermost desire, and I was ready to complete mine.

My hand innocently started to move toward her shoulders My finger that was on her hand crossed her elbow and raided further up toward her shoulder When reached the shoulder joint my hand turned and changed toward her bosom.

Trying to reach her assets that are spilling out from her revealing black outfit and when my hand was about to reach heaven.

But before I could reach her bosom, a slap sound echoed in the car. Ailith had gained her senses and glared at me with disappointment in her silvery eyes.

"As expected, you do have the intent to intimate," she said. "At least I learned you can relieve some muscle tension through massage."

Her other hand travelled on my cheeks and caressed them like it is a treasure and she said

"I apologize!, I was lost in the moment and slapped you!":

When she said that, I saw in her eyes a suppressed desire, lust, and regret. However, my attention was not on her reflective action as I was fighting an inner battle.

"I should kill her!" I thought.

"No, it was my fault!" I countered.

"I will kill her!"

"No, I was wrong!"

"Erase her existence!"

"No! No! No!"

My right hand struggled to break free from the imprisonment of my left hand, which was blocking its movement towards her neck. My thoughts echoed in my mind, "Absorb her," but I knew it was wrong.

I was in a conflicting position, trying to suppress my twisted desire. However, the regret-filled expression on her face and her hand caressing my cheeks intensified my twisted desire.

Her words furthered my internal conflict, "I am sorry." She looked into my eyes, and I could read her like an open book.

I knew she was reflecting from the bottom of her heart. Her worried voice and her pink lips fell, her pale skin turned red, and her dilated eyes searched for the best way to deal with this situation. Her voice echoed in the quiet car, "I just wanted to know your reaction."

I knew it was my fault, but why did my intent force me to erase her from existence? She sensed my killing intent and tried to come clean and explain herself. "Look, I am truly sorry! I know I am also at fault. I just lost my senses because of your weird methods. And because of your method, I lost my sense of reasoning and lost myself."

With a regretful expression, she continued, "I am truly sorry for not considering your position. I know you are a newborn and like a child. I should not have slapped you."

I was filled with rage and insulted that she dared to refer to me as an infant. The last propelling force that broke my right hand from my left hand imprisonment was her comment. My right hand moved towards her in a grabbing motion.

I observed everything around me slowing down, and her pupils dilated, signalling her reflective senses to kick start.

She cast a barrier around her, but it was too late. My hand moved swiftly, cutting the air in two parts, and collided with the barrier.

With a loud boom and crack, the barrier collapsed, and my hand quickly moved towards her neck, grabbing it and bringing it towards the car window.

[No, the car's beauty will be tainted!]

I tried to stop myself, but my desire ignored my plea and flowed with hers, crashing through the car door and breaking it apart in the air. The remaining parts of the glass and door could be seen floating around us. us.