Episode 2

Thud ..

Rayner forcefully kicked the door of the room provided by the club. He immediately threw her roughly onto the bed, making the woman wince in pain when her back accidentally hit the headboard.

Rayner immediately closed the door and locked it, then put the key in his pocket. Slowly, he stepped his long legs closer to the bed while taking off his clothes one by one, leaving only his formal trousers and underwear.

"Let me go, please!" begged the woman, raising both hands in supplication as she backed away.

"Shut up, Ris. You dared to ask for a divorce from me... I have to punish you!" said Rayner, who still thought the woman was Mariska.

His already darkened eyes instantly glazed over, and he treated the woman harshly. Rayner's strong hand reached out, pulling her smooth leg, and he immediately loosened the tie that felt like it was choking him to tie the woman's hands above her head.

"Let me go, don't touch me, you bastard!" shouted the woman, cursing Rayner right in front of his face.

Slap ...

Rayner slapped her hard across the cheek, causing her face to be thrown to the side.

"Shut up and obey, or you'll know what's coming!" said Rayner coldly and menacingly.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this to me!" she shouted angrily.

Rayner remained silent, ignoring her screams. As quickly as he could, Rayner tore off the dress she was wearing, revealing two plump mounds that were still obstructed by the covering and also a red triangle that contrasted sharply with her milky white skin.

"Please don't touch me, don't do this to me." Tears were already streaming down her face as Rayner began to explore every inch of her body.

Rayner did want to play around first before he punished the woman he thought was Mariska.

The woman's head shook violently as Rayner began to remove the last covering from her two sensitive areas. Tears streamed down her face even more profusely. Then, Rayner got up from the bed and quickly took off his pants and the last covering of his weapon.

After that, Rayner returned to pinning the woman down, roughly kissing her sweet, sexy lips. His strong hand touched his weapon and aimed it at the valley that was sparsely covered with fine hair.

Without warning, Rayner thrust his possession forcefully, making the woman cry out in pain.

"Aaa, it hurts...!!" she screamed as Rayner released the kiss. Her body felt like it was splitting in two as the large, long object entered her still-tight space.

"Why is it so difficult?" muttered Rayner, continuing to push his forcefully until it was fully buried.

"Damn it! Why are you so tight, Ris?" Rayner groaned, his head tilting upwards, his eyes clenched shut, feeling his possession being squeezed tightly in the narrow valley.

"You're a bastard! You're a son of a bitch!" She continued to curse Rayner while hitting his broad chest hard.

Rayner remained silent, not returning the blows, he was still so enjoying his possession that felt like it was going to come out even though he hadn't even moved it yet.

"Why are you enjoying this so much now... Aarghh," Rayner continued to moan and groan as he began to move his hips. Gradually, the movements became faster and more erratic, making the woman under Rayner's control, who had initially been cursing him, now also let out moans and gasps.

She didn't know how many times she had been made to climax by Rayner's possession, while the man himself had not yet released his own.

"Stop, I'm tired," said the woman, her breath ragged and sweat drenching her entire body.

"Wait a minute, honey, just hold on a little longer," Rayner coaxed, continuing to move his hips quickly.

"Aaaarrghhh...." Rayner groaned, tilting his head upwards, his mouth open as all his seed, which he had been holding back, immediately poured out, filling the woman's womb and spilling onto the sheets.

Instantly, the woman passed out, just as Rayner collapsed, but Rayner used his elbow to support his heavy body so as not to completely crush the slender body beneath him.

After that, Rayner rolled his body to the side and immediately pulled the blanket to cover their naked bodies.

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The morning sunlight was so blinding that it shone through the gap in the curtains. Making a pair of eyes with long eyelashes instantly blink open. Her body felt battered, as if she had been beaten black and blue.

Her head tilted down when she felt her stomach was heavy, as if something was on top of it. Her eyes instantly widened when she saw a pair of strong arms hugging her tightly. Suddenly, she turned to look at the owner of those strong arms.

A man with a face partially obscured by hair over his eyes, a sharp nose, and thin, slightly sexy lips. She recognized the man's face with absolute certainty; her heart skipped a beat as she reached out to brush aside his hair, wanting confirmation that her suspicions were correct.

"Mr. Rayner..." she whispered, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle the gasp when she realized the man holding her was none other than her own lecturer.

Hearing the faint sound, Rayner instantly woke up and blinked his eyes open. His mind had not fully returned to him, but when he saw the woman beside him, he was instantly shocked.

"Agatha..."

Rayner's eyes darted down to scan his body and Agatha's, both of them lying under the single blanket without a stitch of clothing on either of their bodies.

"Agatha, I can explain..." said Rayner, his face panicked.

"What is there to explain, sir? You took my honor, sir. I never thought you would be this kind of man," cried Agatha, tears welling up in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks.

"Listen to me first, Agatha, I was drunk last night and-"

"And you dragged me here and raped me, is that what you mean?!"

Honestly, Agatha's chest felt a mixture of emotions, a devastating storm of confusion and betrayal brewing within her. Living alone was already hard enough, but now this misfortune had befallen her.

Trying to celebrate her graduation had brought her nothing but misery.

"I didn't know it was you. I thought it was Mariska," said Rayner defensively.

"I don't care what your excuse is, sir. I want you to take responsibility. I don't want to be pregnant with your child," Agatha said vehemently.

"You won't get pregnant, Agatha, because I'm infertile." Rayner stated flatly, his gaze cold as he looked at Agatha.

Agatha gave a humorless laugh.

"I don't want to hear it, sir. You've taken away the most precious thing in my life, and now you're making excuses about being infertile just because you don't want to take responsibility," Agatha retorted scathingly.

"I can't believe it, the lecturer admired by all the students turned out to be such a scumbag," she spat.

"Shut your mouth, Agatha, you don't know anything about me!"

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