The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“…”

“You don’t even know how to date, and I’m just as hopeless for not teaching you that.”

When someone gets angry, they’ll even criticize themselves.

Enrico looked down at her with deep, brooding eyes, as if a bottomless abyss was hidden within. “Let me teach you.”

With that, Enrico focused on her light-colored lips and slowly lowered his head, recalling scenes from those videos as he kissed her gently.

Paige lay there, not resisting at all, meeting his kiss obediently, a strange feeling of bitterness welling up in her throat.

She had waited for this kiss for so long.

So long, she had almost forgotten what anticipation felt like.

Her long lashes grew slightly damp as she closed her eyes, her hand softly cupping his face as she kissed him back. She heard his breath hitch, and instantly, a pang of pain struck her heart.

He was too emotional.

Enrico, of course, didn’t feel it. Tasting the sweetness of his first kiss, he couldn’t stop, sucking and kissing her lips passionately, his fiery tongue delving into her mouth, and her submissiveness made him even more reckless, wild in his pursuit.

His hand wrapped around her waist, so slender it drove him mad. He toppled onto the bed with her, his breath quickening, unwilling to let go, continuing to entangle his tongue with hers, kissing as if he could never stop.

Pain surged through Paige’s body.

She tried to hold it in, but Enrico couldn’t.

It was like he had entered a maze, desperately seeking a way out. Soon, kissing wasn’t enough for him anymore. He reached to pull off his shirt, buttons popping off.

He kissed her delicate neck, his long, clean fingers slipping under her shirt.

His breathing grew more and more rapid.

His heartbeat quickened.

“Ugh-”

Paige let out a painful moan, unable to bear it any longer. She reached up to push against his chest.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing her pale face, Enrico hurriedly sat up on the bed, his shirt hanging loose.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Paige curled up on the bed, glancing up at him, “Can’t you control your emotions? Don’t get so worked up.”

The gold bee inside her was reacting as if it was about to jump out.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

“…”

Enrico finally understood, his face sobering a bit. “You really shouldn’t have implanted a bee inside yourself.”

“…”

She hadn’t anticipated this kind of situation.

“So, what now?” Enrico looked at her, lost and innocent, but deep in his eyes was a strong sense of dissatisfaction.

Seeing him like this, Paige couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. After all, this was kind of his first time, and if she stopped him now, he’d definitely be upset.

She bit her lip and asked, “Can you control your breathing and heart rate? Just calm down.”

Don’t get so excited.

“I don’t know. I could try.”

In the videos, some people managed it quickly, so maybe if he was fast enough, she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.

With that in mind, Enrico reached for the hem of her shirt again. As he pulled it up, a glimpse of her pale, jade-like waist flashed before his eyes. Instantly, it was like his breath was stolen from him.

“Ugh…”

Paige winced in pain, curling her legs and breaking out in a cold sweat.

It was just her waist; was it really that much?

She had implanted the bee in herself to better sense his condition, but she hadn’t anticipated that it would be used like this.

Seeing her face turn as white as a sheet, Enrico pulled his hand back, no longer daring to touch her.

“Thud.”

Enrico fell back onto the bed beside her, staring up at the ceiling, breathing heavily, his chest heaving.

It seemed like he had given up.

Time passed slowly.

The two lay there in silence. By the time Paige had counted every little crystal dangling from the chandelier, her pain finally started to subside.

She turned to glance at the expressionless man beside her and gently tugged on his sleeve. “Are you okay?”

“What do you think?” Enrico didn’t look at her.

Was he really okay? Especially when he realized he couldn’t handle the more intense moments from those videos?

Paige could hear the frustration in his voice and couldn’t help but feel bad for him. She rolled over, resting on her stomach beside him, and thought for a moment. “Maybe it was too rushed. If we take things step by step, you’ll get used to it and won’t get so worked up.”

Hearing this, Enrico turned his dull eyes toward her. “What do you mean by step by step?”

“How about we just… kiss for now?” Paige suggested.

After all, they didn’t have much time left, and going all the way would only delay their plans.

“…”

Enrico glanced at her lips, his throat dry.

Seeing no rejection, Paige slowly leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth. She kissed him gently, tracing the shape of his lips with her tongue.

Enrico’s eyes darkened. He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, taking control of the kiss, his tongue exploring hungrily. He kissed her deeply, then moved down to her neck, pressing his lips urgently against her pulse. His kisses grew more intense, as if he wanted to bite down and taste her blood.

Paige had intended to endure it.

But as Enrico’s heart began to pound like a drum, she had to pull away.

“…”

Enrico stared at her, his face darkening.

“…”

Paige rubbed her forehead, unsure what else she could say.

What more could she do? The man couldn’t even handle kissing without making her feel like she was on the brink of heart failure.

They sat on the bed, avoiding eye contact, saying nothing.

The awkwardness in the air was almost palpable, drifting back and forth between them.

Suddenly, the sound of a vibrating phone echoed through the room, unusually loud in the silence.

Paige quickly picked up the phone, eager for a distraction. It was a call from Carrie.

“Paige, all personnel have evacuated River Town. We’ve split up into groups. Should we disperse now?” Carrie asked for her instructions.

“Yes, break up and leave. Where are you now?” Paige replied.

“About 5 kilometers outside River Town,” Carrie said.

“Good, continue with the retreat.”

Hanging up, Paige glanced at the still-frowning Enrico and, wisely choosing not to mention their earlier conversation, said, “I’m going to check the surveillance.”

She got off the bed, straightened her clothes, and walked out of the room. She picked up the laptop from the sofa in the living room. Sure enough, the two people outside were still eavesdropping at the door.

Paige bit her lip, holding the laptop as she sat down on the sofa, and began searching for some 18+ videos online.

But there was a problem with these videos: she didn’t know what kind of sounds might come up. If something slipped through, it would complicate their escape.

Paige was considering whether she should preview the video content when a long hand reached over and took the laptop away.

Enrico sat down beside her, his face expressionless, and after a few quick searches, a video started downloading.

“A one-hour video, just breathing sounds. No other noises. Perfect for distraction.”

Enrico handed the laptop back to her, his voice heavy with emotion.

He had guessed she wanted some sound to distract the people outside to help with their retreat.

But…

Paige glanced at the screen, then at the man beside her, a look of confusion crossing her face.

So… how did he know this video was just breathing sounds?