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That is not what she should do. Sure, she could get many more ways, but Maeluthe just closed her eyes to everything. She desperately needs the money.
When her parents died, she never imagined that her life would be this difficult. She literally looked miserable because of her college program.
She needs to do this. She has done it before. She just needs to be brave.
“Do you hear me?”
She heard the baritone voice of the man behind him. His movements were smooth and gentle as he plunged her manhood forward, in and out of her femininity.
Her muscles were almost trembling, but she had to endure. It may all be over in a few minutes. Tonight, after this, she will definitely be able to enroll in the first semester of her fourth year in law school. In this situation, she needs to handle her dreams more than her pride and dignity and her daily needs.
She bit her lip, wanting to suppress the weak moans whenever the man buried, thrust his deeper in her.
Maeluthe tried to nod slowly after a few seconds.
“That’s right. . . you will be mine. You’ll be my virgin,” the man said clearly.
Maeluthe couldn’t understand that feeling, but it seemed like her femininity was getting more excited, and her body was getting hotter.
“Are you just going to stand there?” The woman’s mind was brought back to reality when she heard the man in front of her.
One night in exchange for her tuition, expenses. . . buying things for the child that was formed in her womb from a night with a strange man.
She must be out of her mind. Even if the man she doesn’t know doesn’t want her to get pregnant.
Now, she holds a lot of responsibility in her child’s life. She promised herself that she would study harder to give her future child a good life—far from what she is experiencing right now. She just doesn’t know how long she will have to endure.
“What?”
Maeluthe almost trembled at the shout of her professor. One day he approached her, talked to her, and invited her in exchange for a sum of money.
She shouldn’t be doing this. This should not be her solution to her problem.
“Sir?”
Maeluthe trembled as the man in front of her slowly took off her clothes. Gradually, she lost more and more of his appetite. It wasn’t as easy as everyone thinks. Nauseating, disgusting, but she had to put up with it.
She was wearing only underwear when the professor grabbed and kissed her in the dark, where the old-aged man who takes advantage of the weakness of women like her cannot be seen.
But even before their kisses subsided, a loud bang of the door opening startled the two of them.
The professor’s eyes immediately widened when he saw who the woman had entered. The man pushed Maeluthe violently, causing her buttocks to fall on the room floor where she was sitting.
It was too late for Maeluthe to process what was happening because the woman who had just entered had completely grabbed her long hair.
“You are a bitch! You are no longer embarrassed with yourself! You are young and pathetic.”
Maeluthe’s world almost stopped what was happening. She didn’t have a chance to fight back; she has no knowledge that the professor has a wife. She could not even open her mouth to explain.
She accepted all the slaps and tweaks until the wife of the man who invited her was satisfied.
“You animals! You must rot in hell!”
When the woman’s blows shifted to her husband, Maeluthe used all her strength to flee away.
The rain was heavy; she was wearing two pieces of underwear, but she did not even care for it. She kept running, giving the rest of her strength.
In her escape, she could not help but laugh at herself. Maybe she’s entirely out of her mind. She has no intention of living and interfering with the man and his family. In fact, she doesn’t really do this thing.
* * * * *
“I’ll be right there, Jec. Don’t call. I’m driving.” Isiaah looked straight ahead on the way to his friends.
It is Friday, so they agreed to spend time at Sweet Heavens as they usually do.
They need this. They also need to have fun, especially since their job is even more deadly.
The man was stunned when he remembered the girl who had been with him in a hotel three months ago. Even though he can’t remember the face because of his drunkenness, he can still feel the woman.
Maybe he’s crazy. Nor can he even confirm whether that really happened or it is just a worldly dream.
He grinned and sighed, “I know you’re real, please, let’s us meet–”
“Shit!” He stamped on the car brake when he saw the woman drenched in the rain who’s standing near the crossing. Even though the place was dark, it was as if he poured icy water on himself when he saw what the woman was wearing.
He quickly picked up the umbrella that lay in front of his car, then immediately got off. Although he had so many questions, his concern for the woman was more prevalent.
As he got closer, he saw the woman’s violent trembling even more.
What the fuck is wrong? Why is she dressed like this? Is she crying?
Is she, perhaps, raped?
He took off his coat that he had not yet been able to remove from work and tucked it into the woman’s body. He carried it to her side before turning to her. “Miss, are you okay?”
Maeluthe barely knew what was going on. Everything is loud. . . she’s numb. She has blurry eyes. She just went with the action of the man who came and helped.
She knew the man was not the wrong person. She should not be afraid.
“Miss?”
Maeluthe slowly looked up at the tall man in front of him. Though his eyes were dim, he could still see the concern on Isiaah’s face.
It was too late for her to recognize the young man’s voice.
She can’t be wrong with it.
“Look, I don’t really know what’s going on, but please, tell me. Where do you want to go? At the hospital or at the police station?” the man asked with a moderate tone because of the rain.
That didn’t stop Maeluthe from smiling. She knew the man. It wasn’t long enough until she was able to master his gesture and expression.
He’s the guy. . .
He is the father of the child in Maeluthe’s womb.
Finally, Maeluthe quickly reached for the man’s arm, signifying that she was asking for help. “T-Take me with you. . .”
Maeluthe just closed her eyes because of what she said. Gradually, she just wanted to bump her head more somewhere because of the embarrassment that had come from her mouth.
