"Wet pussy never lies"

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I want to devour her.

Eat her alive, claim her as mine and mould her into my perfect little doll.

I just want her in my bed, with me, with her holes taking me in while she moans for me.

I can already tell what her moans, cries, whines and whimpers would sound like. She looks like an angel who came down to rule my hell. And it drives me nuts that she has no fucking idea how obsessed she has made me towards her.

It's her I see everywhere. Her big innocent eyes and her body so smooth, it's like she was made for me. She will take me one way or another.

Right now, as she's sitting there near the table, I'm watching her. I like watching her like she's the most interesting show ever been made.

Emily was given invitation to the party so that she can give it to her friend. The same friend I know is crazy over me. But I don't give two flying fucks about her 'cause she's not who I want. I want her friend.

Pretty yet fierce, walking ball of sunshine. Kim Hana.

As I'm looking down at her, I see just how beautiful her honey colored skin is looking under that small piece of blue colored cloth. She looks gorgeous and so tempting at the same time.

I knew she would come here. Her friend, Da Eun, always drags her everywhere she goes. I know it all. I've done all the research ever since I saw her for the first time.

It was when I was at an animal shelter with my little sister. She wanted to adopt a kitten and Hana was one of the workers there. She was so engrossed in her work, she didn't notice me staring at her.

Did some research on her and the pretty chick was from my university. Ever since that day, she's the girl I've been following. It's been two weeks since that incident and one week since she came to see my fight, obviously because her best friend dragged her.

I wonder what her best friend will think after she'll know all my thoughts of what I want to do with dear friend, Hana.

My favorite part about this whole thing was stalking. Her personal information, which wasn't very difficult to find out considering our group's position in the university, then her daily routine - home to college to animal shelter or sometimes dividing that time with going to library and spending time with her friends, I know it all. Her favorite food, Colour, restaurant, dish, movie, blah fucking blah, I know every fucking thing.

A week ago when I threw my towel at her, she should've known that I claimed her then and there, but this woman had the audacity to give it away to someone else. I liked her guts though but didn't like how her eyes through those round spectacles looked at me saying 'I don't give a fuck about you' because ever since the day I saw her, I want to be the only one she gives all her fucks about and I'll make that happen. Quite soon.

So, I entered her house, more like broke into her house. The girl she gave the towel to was stopped by me before she could leave the place. She gave me the towel after I gave her a number. I told her it was mine but no, it wasn't. She probably would've been chatting with someone else, if she is, otherwise that number must not be working.

Well, that's not my concern. My concern was giving her my towel back, where it should be. It wasn't difficult to enter her house. I have the spare key of the door to her house. I got it made after the first night I came to see her house. I knew I'll be needing to get into there someday. And it worked. It will work again. And again. And fucking again.

I'm sleak in breaking into houses. I've done a lot because of being a main member of my group, Blue Stones. It's not just a group, to be honest, it's more like an organisation. Not anyone can become a member of this group, you need to be excellent in stuff like games because it shows body strength, intelligence because we don't want dumb asses and courage because being in a group like this isn't for weaklings.

There is another group like ours in our university. It's called Shadow Crew. It's never peaceful between us. There are other small groups but we care less about them.

Shadow Crew is a powerful group too. There's always a silent war of power between us. If they play with us or fuck up our plans, we clap back too. This is the reason how we have grown sleak in the game of stalking and sneaking in.

When I entered her house, it was the most satisfying moment for me. My work was to keep the towel and go back but I wanted to see what she was doing in her room. Was she sleeping? If yes, then how did she look while sleeping? If not, then what else was she doing? Talking with some other guy? That thought was enough to lead me upstairs to her room.

I know where her room is located. I see her through her window sometimes when she's stalling around doing her thing. I just hide there in shadows and admire her. That's how much I am obsessed with her.

When I reached her room that night, I tried to open the door but it was locked.

Note to myself: need to get a spare key for her room too.

Though I got the chance to see her. When her room wasn't opening, I tried looking inside through the keyhole. What I saw was the smooth skin of her thighs. She was standing by the door. I smirk at the memory. Poor little girl, she was scared of me. Probably praying to her god that there wasn't some robber or serial killer in her house, well she got worse.

It's been a week since that night and I still hasn't gone back to her house yet. I want to make my presence known to her first. So that next time when I go there, I get her however I want and she'll accept me same as I will.

I watch her drinking in the corner, watching her friends dance on the floor. It's laughable how confident she tries to look, though I can see her knees shaking under the table. But kudos to her for trying.

"Isn't that Yoongi's sister?" Michael asks me, as he sits next to me on the sofa. He's looking at Da Eun throwing her ass back with her friend, enjoying the night.

I always sit here and look down at the people partying. I don't usually take place in them, not my thing. It's just a show, a way to show my influence. Guys come here to look cool, girls to grab attention of some cool dude and probably me even for a night.

Bad for them, I have my eyes set on someone already and I'll be getting her tonight for sure.

"Yeah, she is," I answer him.

Min Yoongi is the top guy on our "intolerable list". He's one of the main guys in Shadow Crew and is always a pain in ass. A few nights back he scratched my new black McLaren because I sent him a video of me fucking his that time girlfriend. Wasn't my fault that bitch was screaming my name so hard.

But it surely got on Yoongi's nerves as he scratched 'suck my dick' in broad letters on the hood my car. Yoongi is an apen bisexual, everyone who knows him probably knows it too. He should be thankful I let him know real piece of her, but what can I say, he's an ungrateful ass.

"What is she doing here?" he asks me again. Of course, Yoongi's sister in my party is a shocker for him.

I just lean back in the sofa as I sip from my cup, a smirk slipping out if my mouth.

"Wait! Did you gave invitation to Emily to make them come here?" he asks me, again, his eyes wide.

"Yeah, I did," I answer and take another sip.

"Dude what thd fuc- wait, are you interested in her?!" his voice even more unbelievable.

"Naah, it's her friend I want," I answer him honestly. I trust him. He has seen me at my worst.

"Who? That black goth barbie?" he asks, looking at the third friend whose name is Jae.

"Na. The blue dress. Sitting by the table," I tell him.

He leans by the railing and search for her.

"Oh. The one who's talking with Mingyu?" he asks me.

"Who the fuck?" I ask him. I quickly lean by the railing too.

I know one Mingyu. The one who's her ex. But who the fuck invited him here, because I didn't.

"My friend. I told you, the one from my hometown. He studies in nearby college. You said we can invite him-"

"You didn't tell me his goddamn name!" I yell at him as I stand up in haste. She doesn't need to meet her hell of an ex who cheated on her two years back.

"Woah what's the matter? Dude wait!" he stops me by my arm as I turned around to proceed towards the stairs.

"I'll get him away. Don't get angry. It'll affect your-"

"I don't fucking care. I just want him away from her," I can feel my ears ringing as I tell him through my clenched teeth.

"Yes, I'll do it. Relax, I'm going," his warying eyes look at me as he quickly climbs down the stairs.

I look down and see a whole different thing happening there. The chick with big tits, who is with Mingyu, is pissed and has her white top dripping with alcohol. Mingyu is stopping her from doing something to Hana.

The look I see on Hana is quite satisfying. I don't know what going on in her system but she looks fierce. She's talking back to them like a little lioness and I'm sure the two people standing in front of her are gone speechless. Only if I knew what she said to make their faces turned into spoiled eggs.

Michael reaches there soon and takes Mingyu and his chick away from Hana. She gives them a sassy goodbye and I smile at it. I love her guts.

But the second she turns around, her mask fell off. She's anxious again, rubbing her cold hands, stopping them from shivering. Next moment she gets up and walks towards the washroom. I watch her as she comes back from there and climbs up the stairs.

Ah huh.

This is my moment.

I walk towards the stairs too and block her way. Her body clashes with mine and I inhale her peach and vanilla perfume. She smells just like she looks. So innocent, yet so heavenly.

When she looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers, my mind fills with Erotic images of her on her knees and looking up at me. Her mouth is parted which will soon be drooling for me.

After a short conversation with her, I get to know that she was finding a washroom. I suggested her to use mine and she agrees right away.

As I pass through couples doing their things on the stairs, I can feel how much she must be anxious right now.

Her smaller figure walks behind me and when we reach my room, I insert the key in the hole to open it. My room is at the far end of the floor so no one's near here.

"Come in," I mumble as we walk inside the room.

"Thanks," she whispers in low voice as she enters behind me.

When I turn around to look at her, I see her cheeks pink and eyes wide with alert. She smiles at me, nervously and I gesture her towards the washroom. She takes small steps towards it and when she finally reaches, she closes the door after entering in.

I sigh as I hear the faint music from downstairs. The room of my door is slightly ajar. It's only because when she'll be out, she'll know she can leave but that won't happen. Her body reacted to me in the same way mine does towards her.

If not much, I'll surely get a taste of her tonight. Even if it's little.

The sound of door opening brings my attention to her. She steps out of the washroom. Her cheeks are pink as fuck and she tugs a strand of her hair behind her ear as she stands there in front of the closed door.

"So, you're friends with Emily?" I ask her and step towards her.

She looks up at me approaching, with her wide eyes. Her mouth opens to speak something but instead she just gulps. When I'm near her, I stand just in front of her.

I love her peach vanilla perfume. Drives me insane.

" Y-Yeah," she clears her throat and straightens her back, pushing her tits out to talk confidently, "She's friends with Da Eun, she dragged me- Da Eun is my friend, so she brought me here and oh, um Jae is her friend too so she brought her here too..."

She looks at my chest and then clears her throat again before looking into my eyes again. Her big eyes with long eyelashes stare at me with nothing but fierceness. Or might I say attempted fierceness.

I hum as I continue looking down at her. She shifts on her feet. Careful there, your nervousness is showing.

"What will you be doing after the party?" I ask her, yet another question.

"I.. Uh.." she thinks.

It shouldn't take her much time to answer, it's an easy question or maybe she has something going on inside her that she's not able to answer it.

"You what, hm?" I take my hand up to touch a strand of hair near her face.

She tilts her head a little away, stopping my hand midway. But then she again gets back to where it was before. I touch her strand and then roll it around my finger softly.

I hear her gulp again and look into her eyes. Lust. I see it. That's what I want.

"I'll go home," she whispers.

"That's boring. How about taking a boy home?" I ask her, cupping her warm cheek. Fuck, her skin is hot. She might as well be on fire.

"I don't have one to take home," she answers honestly.

"Kim Hana...," I say her name and look down at her chest, going up and down due to her raged breathing.

"Will you be a good girl and get on your knees for me?" I ask her.

She bites her lip.

I smirk at her.

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I can't wait to write the next chapter. Hehe!

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