Chapter 4: Faceless Man!

Invader's POV

As I stumbled through the woods, my attention was drawn to a silhouette gracefully moving among the trees. It was clear she had just come from the nearby river, as she carried the gourds filled with water, with great care. Although the evening's darkness loomed around us, I could easily identify Saintilia and it concerned me that she stayed at the river so late. Despite my desire to assist her and accompany her safely back home, a sobering thought invaded my mind. I was inebriated, and I didn't want to frighten her with my current state.

As I observed her outline, I became aware of a physical response that I’ve been experiencing more often each time I catch sight of her. I found it challenging to rein in my instincts, fighting hard to manage my desires. However, a profound feeling of shame swept over me, causing me to doubt myself. Could it be that my discomfort stemmed from having witnessed this young lady mature from childhood, thereby rendering my feelings inappropriate? I couldn't help but wonder about Jonas, had he still been alive, would have viewed our friendship, considering the unsettling thoughts I had about his cherished young daughter. Just the idea of him observing this from the afterlife filled me with guilt and sorrow. After all, I had given him my word to watch over her. Was it truly wrong to entertain such thoughts?

it appeared as though she sensed my presence, causing her to halt her steps abruptly. I wondered if it was my request that led her to stop. What was I even thinking, putting myself in such a precarious situation? The fear of being recognized by her scared me, urging me to take evasive action. Hastily, I sought refuge behind a tree, hoping that my concealment would shield me from her keen eyes. My heart pounded in my chest, echoing my anxiety, when I heard her voice break the silence, inquiring if someone else was there. I knew I couldn't risk being discovered, so I held my breath, determined to remain silent until she resumed her movement.

A surge of excitement coursed through me, a sensation I hadn't experienced in quite some time. As we ventured further into the woods, the  thick branches overhead obscured the heavens, enveloping us in an even greater darkness. At that moment, she lost her footing. And out of frustration she cursed at me. To some extent, I knew it was my doing. Filled with concern, I hurried over to offer my assistance, but in my haste, I accidentally slapped her.

When she tried to stand up, her swift move startled me and it was too late to hold on to her, and we both fell down where I landed on top of her. No doubt she assumed I was attacking her. I attempted to gently restrain her, hoping it would help calm her, but instead, she started to push back with force. My fear of being caught silenced me, leaving me unable to speak up or protest. Her aggressive resistance triggered a mix of emotions, causing my heart to race. I felt aroused despite the situation. I knew I had to maintain control of myself, but her violent resistance made it increasingly challenging.

A wave of sexual desire washed over me, leaving me struggling to keep my composure. To shield myself from her aggression, I was compelled to position myself above her, preventing any possible blows. The surrounding darkness clouded my sight of her actions. As the conflict escalated, I narrowly intervened, dodging a potential hit to my head as she aimed to strike, which resulted in an unexpected outcome where her dress ripped apart in the ensuing scuffle.

I lost control and inadvertently touched her breasts. She was very angry and cursed me. However inappropriate my behavior might be, I felt a strong desire to engage in more intimate actions. Seeing her defensive reaction, it was clear that she wasn't willing. She responded by kneeing me in the groin, causing me extreme pain. I couldn't let it deter me, and needless to say I was surprised by her strength, but at that moment, I felt too invested to disengage.

Within her mind, she had already blamed me, falsely believing that I sought to inflict harm, even though my intentions were completely innocent. Regrettably, it was too late to rectify the situation. Nevertheless, I made up my mind that regardless of the consequences, I would finish what I started. As far as I knew, there were no witnesses, and I felt confident that whatever transpired would be kept secret, as she would not jeopardize her reputation.

The effect of the alcohol mixed with adrenaline was making me hard. This girl was young but strong. I blamed her for having a fully developed body at such a young age. I tried to calm her down but my message was not getting through. I found myself unable to calm her without giving away my identity. I underestimated how feisty she was. It became apparent that there was no way for me to retreat now; I had committed myself to this course of action. At this moment, it didn't matter whether my motives were good or bad; the desire to possess her consumed me entirely.

In that intense moment, I wished for her to stop fighting. My intention was never to cause harm to her, but my effort seemed to have gone unnoticed. I loosened my grip slightly, hoping to force open her legs. However, in that vulnerable moment, she managed to seize the opportunity, sensing my physical reaction, she made a sudden move that closed her legs even tighter.

Her moaning confused me. It occurred to me that if she could calm down, she could actually enjoy the sweetness of the moment, but she kept on fighting. yet she continued to resist. I leaned in closer to her, but she quickly turned her face away. It was clear that my breath was too much for her. I imagined she was repulsed by the odor of alcohol and cigarette smoke

I was consumed by desire, behaving like a famished dog devouring its meal. Since discovering that Emilio was waiting for her to turn sixteen, I haven't been able to stop thinking about her. I believed I was not at fault with regards to this young woman, as I had been patient for quite some time.

Emilio held no claim over her purity. I yearned to be the first one to have her. Until now, I had kept my distance. I longed to share a private moment with her, yet not like this. While I recognized that this encounter was unplanned, the chance arose unexpectedly. I had wished she would choose to embrace me, but now it dawned on me that it was simply a fantasy.

She slapped me when I touched her down there. Much to my pleasure she was moist. I played with her a little in an effort to ease the tension in her body. Suddenly, she bit my arm but I was too high to feel any pain. I didn't know how much damage she had done, but the overwhelming sensation that engulfed me as I finally entered her drove me to madness.

"Forgive me, Saintilia," I murmured quietly, aware that I was taking something very valuable from her. I realized I was causing her pain, yet I felt powerless to restrain myself.

Just before I erupted inside her, I pulled back and finished myself off, spreading my essence over her. It was not only because it was her first initial experience, but also because I feared that the truth of my actions would be exposed to everyone, including my wife, after giving birth if she became pregnant. Though I felt a sense of triumph, I realized that she was no longer responding. I checked her pulse, thank goodness she was still breathing. I began to panic and could not decide what to do next.

I heard footsteps and I felt relieved knowing someone would definitely pick her up and bring her home. I experienced a fleeting sense of victory, but soon recognized that she had stopped reacting. I checked for her pulse and was relieved to find her still breathing. Anxiety set in, leaving me uncertain about my next steps. However, when I heard footsteps approaching, I felt a wave of relief, knowing someone would surely come to take her home.

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