Chapter 1318
"Kevin, quit teasing. Come on," Vanessa giggled, a playful tone replacing her earlier quietness. The seductive Vanessa was back, but something about her felt different.
"I just want to make sure you're okay," Kevin said, his erection pressing against her. He hesitated. Quentin had brutalized her; she'd even needed surgery when they first got to the sanatorium.
"I'm fine," Vanessa said dismissively. "The doctor cleared me yesterday. Said no strenuous activity, but…sex doesn't count, right?"
Kevin felt a twinge of awkwardness. He positioned himself, gently rubbing his cock against her already wet opening. "Vanessa, I'll go slow. Tell me if it hurts."
"You're so sweet," Vanessa smiled, spreading her legs. The loose hospital pants, though only pulled down to her knees, gave her enough room to move.
Kevin carefully thrusted his glans into Vanessa's pussy, feeling like he was defusing a time bomb. His dick slowly sank into her dense pubic hair, gradually being swallowed by her soft, warm, and wet vagina. Perhaps because it had been a while since he last had sex with Vanessa, his dick felt a strange sense of novelty as it entered her tight, slippery cavity, almost like it was the first time.
Vanessa's vagina was tight, but different from Audrey's. Audrey's vagina was tight and flexible, expanding to accommodate Kevin's dick, always providing a smooth, enveloping sensation. Vanessa's vagina, on the other hand, tightened even more as Kevin's cock entered, gripping his glans tightly, sucking and stroking with a rhythmic contraction, providing a more intense and proactive stimulation that was hard to handle.
"Be gentle, Kevin." Vanessa frowned slightly, feeling her vaginal opening stretched tightly by Kevin's glans. Her recently healed labia were starting to ache. She had overestimated her recovery. The doctor had specifically advised against sex for a month to avoid the risk of tearing her labia. But after that dark night, she desperately wanted a satisfying sex session to release her stress.
Kevin didn't dare to insert his dick fully, only shallowly thrusting at the front of Vanessa's vagina, using his glans to rub against the ring-like folds and glands. The pleasure made Kevin feel ecstatic, grinding and rotating bit by bit, his hands caressing her plump, fair buttocks, gently moving his hips, enjoying the intimate connection with Vanessa, completely absorbed and lost in the moment.
……
Audrey hadn't gone far, just to a small square near the hospital. It had a winding path paved with different-sized pebbles, supposedly good for foot massages.
Since it was cool, she'd only taken off her shoes, not her socks. A few steps on the sharp pebbles were enough to send stinging jolts through her feet. She gave up and sank onto a nearby bench.
She felt a wave of self-disgust. She'd always thought of herself as strong, but the kidnapping, Quentin's near-assault…it had shattered that illusion. Her strength had been a thin veneer, easily cracked.
Natalie and Vanessa, on the other hand…they'd been so much tougher. She'd judged them, thought they were shallow and irresponsible. But Vanessa had shielded her from Quentin, and Natalie had risked everything to find them.
The past few days had shaken Audrey's core beliefs. She'd been saved by the two women she'd looked down on. Shame and gratitude warred within her. Her black-and-white view of the world felt…inadequate.
Kevin, a "good" student, sleeping with his teacher. Albert, a "bad" student, actively participating in class. Even spoiled rich kids like Ivan had their own kind of worth.
People were complex. Teacher, wife, daughter, neighbor, maybe someday a mother. How many of those roles did she truly fulfill?
Feeling lost, she pulled out her phone and opened a forum she'd used in college. It had been like an online diary, filled with her thoughts and poems. Later, with Facebook and Weblibrary, she'd started writing novels and rarely logged in. After marriage, she'd practically forgotten about it.
Boredom at the sanatorium had led her back to it. It was a strange mix of nostalgia and amusement. Her younger self had been so earnest, so melodramatic. Her students would laugh if they saw this stuff.
As she was about to log out, a red notification dot caught her eye. A new comment on her latest post.
[Your writing is still so delicate. Always supporting you, Audrey.]
The commenter's name: Captain Pineapple.
Audrey was surprised. A comment already? And such a thoughtful one. Curious, she clicked on the profile. Captain Pineapple had commented on every single one of her posts, insightful remarks that showed a deep understanding of her work.
Intrigued, she sent a private message: Who are you?
There was no reply. She wondered if it was Kevin, but that seemed unlikely. Maybe an old college friend playing a joke?
Meanwhile, in a small government apartment in West Stream Town, Ethan stared at his phone, frozen. A message from Audrey. Who are you? He didn't dare to answer.
He'd been captivated by Audrey from the moment she'd arrived at Sunset Valley High three years ago. Unlike the other male teachers, drawn to her beauty and figure, he'd been smitten by her grace and intelligence. She was his ideal woman. But she was married. He could only admire her from afar.
They shared an office, their desks facing each other. They'd become friendly, but that was all. Seeing her at the office door every day made his heart race. Talking to her, looking into her bright eyes, felt like falling in love. But it was a one-sided love. She was polite, professional, unlike Vanessa, who flirted with everyone.
He despised women like Vanessa, and Audrey's reserve made him admire her even more. He'd found her social media profiles and checked them religiously, though she rarely posted. He wanted to know more about her, about her past.
He'd stumbled across the forum, looking for a place to express his feelings, and discovered her there. He'd found a treasure trove of posts, mostly from her college days, almost a hundred of them. He'd devoured them all, leaving comments, hoping she'd notice.
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