CHAPTER 221: 220. CRAZY!

The Next Morning...

Golden rays of morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, brushing softly against Anna’s bare shoulders. Birds chirped sweetly outside. The weather was calm—but she wasn’t. She was far from calm.

With a sharp gasp, she shot upright in bed. Her body was already heating up. Her thighs instinctively rubbed together, slickness gathering between them. She itched with a need she had never felt before—so intense it was maddening. Her skin tingled at even the soft touch of her bedsheets, like someone who’d been kissed, caressed, and then left unsatisfied.

It had happened yesterday too—waking up like this. Heart pounding. Lips parted. The ghost of a dream clinging to her skin. A dream she could never remember. Only flashes. Heat. A mouth. A touch. She’d ignored it yesterday. But now... it was worse.

The hunger wasn’t going away.

She spread her thighs slightly and let out a frustrated, shaky sigh. Her nightgown clung to her sweat-soaked body, her nipples painfully stiff against the fabric—so sensitive, it felt like someone had touched her in her sleep. As if a man had been with her all night. Her fingers curled around the waistband of her soaked panties, and she tugged them down. Her hand trailed along her stomach, lower... but just before touching herself, she froze.

No. It would be useless. Maybe even make it worse.

The itch wasn’t fading. The unbearable wetness. The ache that refused to be ignored.

She shut her eyes, her breath trembling.

"What is wrong with me?" she whispered.

She didn’t understand. How could someone wake up this... aroused? So much that it felt like torture? Her body pulsed as if it were trapped in some erotic fever.

Maybe it was stress. Maybe her body was betraying her. Or maybe... she was losing her mind.

She squeezed her thighs together again, desperate for some kind of friction, but it only made her bite back a whimper. This wasn’t casual desire. This wasn’t teasing or playful.

This was raw lust coming from deep within her very core.

And she couldn’t satisfy it.

Yes, she tried. Of course she tried. Under the covers. Fingers moving in and out her slit. But every time she climaxed, it left her emptier. Like pleasure without purpose only deepened the void.

Her body didn’t just want touch—it craved. Craved something. Someone.

"No... I can’t go to school like this today!" she whispered in a panic, rising from bed on trembling legs. Love juices slid down her thighs.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Every step left a damp mark on the floor. She walked to the bathroom, flung open the door, and climbed into the tub. Maybe cold water would help. Maybe it would silence the fire under her skin.

Ten minutes. Twenty. An hour.

But even as the chill soaked into her bones, her body remained hot—burning with unmet need.

Her mother’s voice rang from outside.

"Sweetie! You’re getting late for school!"

Anna took a deep breath and shouted back, voice cracking, "I’m not going today!"

Ivy hesitated at the door. "Is everything okay...?"

"Yes... I’m fine!" Anna lied.

If only that were true.

How could she possibly explain it? Mom, I’m horny, and no matter how much I touch myself, I can’t feel satisfied?

No. She couldn’t say that.

To avoid worrying her mother further, Anna stepped out of the tub, her curves dripping wet. She dried off, tried to pat dry her soaked center, and stormed back to her room. The more she tried to ignore how she felt, the more unbearable it became. Even applying lotion was agony—her hands brushing her own skin made her flinch with hypersensitivity.

In frustration, she hurled the lotion container across the room.

"Damn it!!" she snapped, fingers clawing into her scalp as her hair turned wild and messy.

She staggered toward her wardrobe, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her expression frantic. She looked... disheveled. And her breasts—had they grown a bit? They looked swollen and felt heavy?

"What’s happening to me?" she whispered, eyes drifting to the string of bond wrapped around her wrist.

That’s when she remembered.

The side effects.

Her mother had warned her that during the first week after the marriage ritual, the bond would make partners crave each other’s touch... more than usual.

And the week wasn’t over yet.

She bit her lip hard.

"I need to find Asher before I lose my mind."

She threw open her wardrobe and yanked out a simple blue tunic dress that fell just below her knees. She didn’t bother with a bra or panties—they would only aggravate her overly sensitive skin. Slipping into her sandals, she marched out of her room.

In the living room, her mother was halfway through breakfast.

"Hey honey! I made breakfa—"

"I can’t eat right now, Mom," Anna cut in, almost breathless. "I’m going to look for Asher."

Ivy blinked, then gave a soft, understanding smile.

"Alright, sweetheart. If you find him, make sure he gives you something to eat, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," Anna muttered, already pulling the door open.

Ivy watched her go with a sigh. She knew this moment would come. The bond always did this in the first few days. It wasn’t unusual.

Outside, Anna strode into the busy street. A man accidentally brushed against her shoulder and something inside her snapped. She shoved him away with a strength she didn’t know she had. He crashed back, groaning, but she didn’t even look at him.

People stared. Whispered. Judged.

Of course they did. Her walk was off. Her eyes were wild. Her forehead creased in fury. Her temper on edge. She looked ready to explode.

Tears stung her eyes, but she didn’t stop.

She couldn’t stop.

Asher had said he wouldn’t be at the academy for two days—guarding some rich woman’s estate while she was away.

But right now? She didn’t care. He would stop whatever he was doing.

She needed him.

If he refused?

She’d drag him out by force.

Because if he didn’t touch her soon—

She just might lose her mind for real.

TBC