Saving the Villain

"I love you, Cosette Blac, and that will never change."

Cosette had her eyes closed, listening to Maxen's soothing voice. She smiled at his last remarks, holding his hand that was cupping her cheeks.

"You didn't save the world in your previous life, but ruined it," she humored, but it was more like a reminder to her ‌she wouldn't allow him to self-destruct again. "Max, you don't need to ask me repeatedly if I love you. Just look into my eyes and see who is the tenant in my heart."

Cosette drew her head back to look him in the eye. Maxen stared into them, seeing the person those eyes were mirroring.

"It's you," she said. "Can you see him?"

"Are you always this romantic?" he quipped. "I felt butterflies in my stomach. Strange."

Cosette broke out in laughter. "I am born romantic!" she intoned, grinning until her teeth were showing.

"Really?" he scrunched his nose up, looking at her with narrowed eyes.

"I just gave you butterflies in your stomach." She pinched his chest mildly. "Don't look at me like that!"

"Look at you like what?"

"Goodness. Will you look at him?" she clicked her tongue, almost rolling her eyes. "Maxen, are you always this wicked?"

"I was born wicked."

"And you said that with a straight face!"

"Don't press my nerve or I'll misbehave." He shook his head, only to make her grin. Maxen narrowed his eyes, crawling his hands around her waist under the water. "Cozie, are you a pervert?"

"What?" she gasped. "That is so random!"

"It's not." He shook his head. "How is it random? You just grinned when I told you I would misbehave. What were you thinking?"

Cosette bit her tongue and looked away. "How is that perverted? You're the one who's a pervert to assume I was thinking something perverted."

"I am a pervert," Maxen admitted; he just grew hard even after three consecutive orgasmed. "But I'm a proud one and I can't help it. My girlfriend is not only beautiful, but she's also fuckable."

"Wha — what?" her face turned red at his usage of words.

Maxen blinked twice, studying her face. "Cosette, are you a masochist?"

"Hah??" she nearly choked, getting more confused at every passing second.

"I mean…" Maxen tilted his head to the side as he studied her face. But instead of saying something, he slid his hand down and felt her flower. His action caused her body to stiffen, wide-eyed.

"When I try to embarrass you by saying something vulgar, it seems you're getting even more aroused by it," he explained while massaging her down there, watching her mouth fall open as she clutched his shoulder. "Even earlier when I first ate you, you looked shy, but then you were even wet."

"No…" came out a tiny voice, followed by a soft moan. "... that's not it."

Maxen's eyes drooped, keeping his eyes on her. She really liked it, he thought. The sight of her amplified the tension in his lower region. So when she looked down, Maxen guided her chin up.

"Don't look away," he whispered, leaning forward to claim her lips, only to speak again in her mouth. "Let's do it again here since I usually masturbate here."

Cosette let out a loud moan, allowing him to savor her lips whilst stimulating her. She knew he purposely said that last remark to arouse both of them, and it worked. After a second, she felt his hand take her other hand from his shoulder underneath the water.

He guided her hand straight to his erection, which Cosette held and stroked. Keeping their no penetration rule, both practiced onanism, pleasuring each other with their hands. But when that wasn't enough, Cosette straddled him, keeping his erection against her heart of femininity.

And with that, she ground her hips against him.

Oh, youth…

******

Meanwhile, in the Quin Residence…

Luke was sitting on the couch. His elbow was propped against his thigh, dribbling a ball that had a size of a baseball.

"There you are." Asher's voice came in, but Luke kept dropping the ball, only to catch it with little effort. Asher marched towards the one-seater couch near Luke's, leaning back to find a comfortable spot. "Are you… alright?"

Luke was silent, pretending Asher wasn't there. It was a surprise his older brother even bother asking him if he was alright. After all these years, Asher finally asked such a question. But alas, it was too late. Luke was already numbed.

"Luke, you were skipping classes. You know how strict this family was regarding education."

"So what?" Luke caught the ball and raised his head at Asher. "I skipped classes, but so what?? It's not like I didn't do this before in the Academy."

"Back then, the students were scared of you and no one had the guts to tell you on Dad. But Miss Blac is your classmate now. She's someone who is also within our circle."

"They weren't scared of me," Luke argued, tilting his head to the side. "Why don't you just be honest, brother? Just say because I transferred school, you cannot threaten the students from telling me on Dad. That would be better instead of acting like a concerned big brother."

"Luke —" Asher clenched his teeth and breathed out. "Nevermind."

"Cool." Luke snorted and shook his head, dribbling the ball again. "Just leave me alone. I'm busy."

Asher ran his tongue across his inner cheek and sighed. He planted his hands on the armrest, ready to leave. It was pointless to check on this guy since his mind was closed. It was better to give him some space after getting scolded by Maynard.

But just as Asher was leaving, he halted and looked back at Luke.

"What did you say?"

Luke slowly turned his head to Asher. "Do you like Cosette?" he asked, studying Asher's puzzled expression.

"Amazing." Luke let out a dry and short laugh. "You always tend to steal things ‌I like. Well done, brother. You're truly an outstanding model."

He slowly rose to his feet, facing Asher squarely. "Don't worry. I'll keep disappointing everyone just so you get all the spotlight. But don't you dare use Cosette for your bruised ego. She might've sold me out to Dad, but at least, I know she did that out of genuine concern for me." He raised his chin as if challenging Asher.

"Keep your hands off of my friends. This is my last warning."