CHAPTER 44: NEVER BOTHER A DOG WHILE IT’S EATING

I... no, I can’t believe this... what the hell is going on?!

Olivia and I covered the two kilometers from 12th Avenue in just a few minutes—thanks to our inhuman speed.

Even so, it’s obvious that while I was running at my limit, he wasn’t even close to using his full strength.

And when we reached the pier...

I couldn’t keep my eyes on the scene for more than a few seconds.

Damn it, what a revolting sight... I feel like throwing up.

Melania was bent forward, her back arched, her hands pressed against the wall.

Her shorts and panties are down to her knees, her shirt thrown on the ground, her bra pushed halfway down her chest—her breasts, far too generous for a twelve-year-old, stand out in the silver light of the moon.

A man, no less than forty, is standing behind her, holding her tightly by the hips—fucking her from behind with surreal frenzy.

Another, also middle-aged, is in front of her, his cock shoved into her mouth.

Two more, a bit younger but still around thirty, are off to the side with their pants half lowered—either they have just finished, or they are waiting for their turn.

Judging by the clothes of the four, they must be dock workers or maybe sailors.

It’s not important. And it’s not even the insane age gap between Melania and the four men that twists my stomach, but the expression on Melania’s face.

It has nothing to do with the terrified look of someone being gang-raped.

No, she is completely in ecstasy, more aroused than the four men themselves.

She is enjoying it like no one I’ve ever seen before.

It’s written all over her face that right now she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here, with a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy in this deserted parking lot.

Not to mention her deafening moans, the way she pants without any restraint or shame, while the four men... no, not at all, quite the opposite.

Their faces are not those of men feeling pleasure—the two who are with her are completely blank, apathetic, as if under hypnosis, while the two on the ground... they look dazed, shattered, crushed.

They are the ones who have the expression of someone who has just been violated, but... this is insane!

Now that I notice... her pussy is dripping with cum—clearly the two before have already finished.

Now I understand why Olivia was smirking—as if there was something amusing in such a disgusting scene.

And to think that until this noon she was whining because she couldn’t celebrate a one-month anniversary with her boyfriend... but apparently what she missed wasn’t her boyfriend, just his cock.

And so she thought of compensating by taking four of them, two at a time, in any hole her body offers.

And yet, twelve years old... I don’t know if it’s worse that she wants to do these things or that four grown men agreed to fuck a little girl who could be their daughter—or even their granddaughter.

What a repugnant scene...

But one thing is certain—that girl has problems, even more than the four who are screwing her.

She is probably doing it only out of spite, like she wants to hurt her mother... or Elaine.

Yeah, Elaine... if she ever found out about what’s happening here... the heartbreak of being dumped by that loser Tyler would be nothing compared to this.

And I can’t just stand by and wait while they stuff her like a Thanksgiving turkey.

I move to step toward them, but Olivia stops me, grabbing my wrist—a steel grip I couldn’t break free from even if I tried with all my strength.

«What the hell are you doing? Let me go!»

But Olivia doesn’t budge.

«No need, don’t worry. That girl doesn’t need your help,» she murmurs, her voice calm and steady, as if she knows exactly what’s happening—as if there really is some meaning behind all this.

«You may be a dark emissary, but you’ve lived in this world long enough to know this is completely wrong—whether she’s consenting or not! You take the girl away, I’ll teach those four perverted pigs a lesson! I’ll make them lose the urge to exploit a troubled kid like that!»

«Troubled kid...» Olivia repeats. «No, she is anything but that. In fact, it would be strange if she didn’t do it. We can go back.»

Again with this? What the hell does that mean?

How can any of this be normal?

Doesn’t matter, no time for questions now.

«I told you to let me go!»

«And why’s that? Do you want to see it up close...? Ren, don’t tell me you’re getting turned on?»

Before she even finishes the sentence, her hand brushes against my crotch, sliding between my legs—but of course there’s nothing alive down there.

As if something like this could arouse me, anyway...

«Touch me again and I’ll kill you.»

Olivia smiles and lets go.

«Since you don’t trust me, go yourself. You’ll learn firsthand that you should never bother a dog while it’s eating.»

A dog while it’s eating?

What the hell does that mean?

Anyway, with just a few leaps, I reach them.

«Melania... I hope you have a good explanation for this,» I say, stepping out from behind a cistern.

In response, the four—probably panicking at being caught in such an illegal, immoral act—pull their pants up in a rush and bolt, covering their faces with their hands as best they can, leaving Melania alone—still almost completely naked despite my interruption.

But there was something strange about the way they ran off after I arrived—they looked disoriented, confused, as if they had just woken up from some kind of trance.

Melania fixes me with a terrifying gaze—a look that embodies the most twisted, sick seduction.

«You’re my cousin’s friend—the boy from lunch today. Ren, if I remember right... you’re really cute, you know? Actually, more than cute. Elaine told me plenty about you—things my mom doesn’t know. About your big, hard cock, the one you fucked her with for hours...»

As she steps closer, swaying her hips lightly, a real stream of wetness runs down her thighs.

«...I’d love to try it too. You scared those four sailors away, and because of you I’m left unsatisfied. But I’m sure you’ll know how to fill that emptiness.»

Now she is face to face with me.

She tries to wrap her arms around my neck, but I pull back in time—a move that instantly throws her into a fit of rage.

«H-How dare you come here, ruin my fuck, and then leave me burning with desire... Ren, if you won’t give me your cock willingly, then I’ll take it by force!»

A shiver of terror runs down my spine when her irises, just a moment ago brown, now blaze with a sinister purple light.