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This was first written in French, then translated by ChatGPT. Please excuse any mistake.
Two empty mugs sat on the countertop, stained with the remnants of the hot chocolate they had once held. Night had swallowed the apartment in darkness, save for the warm ceiling light shining above the two silent students hunched over their work.
They had been buried in chemistry revision for a good three hours now, in preparation for an upcoming exam that promised to be particularly nasty. Adam had thrown in the towel some time ago—his attention span had its limits. That didn’t mean he was bored, though; the girl across from him could’ve distracted him for an eternity. His neighbor—and friend—was a show all on her own.
Ever since they had ceremoniously taken their seats on their respective stools, Lily hadn’t moved an inch; an unshakable statue, frozen in a near-religious study of formulas no average human could hope to grasp. For days now, she had been so absorbed in her research that she seemed out of reach. He could feel the pressure weighing on her slender shoulders; every one of her sighs carried her anxiety, and he didn’t know how to ease it.
The more he watched her, the more he got lost in the sight of her. He was fascinated by the way her tiny nose twitched from time to time—a sign of a mental snag she would always end up overcoming. He drank in the roundness of her cheeks dotted with those pretty freckles, her delicate hands skimming across the paper, the way her breath gently lifted her petite shoulders; she was so deep in her book, she might have forgotten he was even there.
Tonight, she’d skipped her usual sweatshirt in favor of an oversized T-shirt, leaving her throat exposed; Adam’s eyes had followed the wide neckline, imagining what shadows might be hiding just beneath. She had tied her beautifully unruly red hair into a perfectly messy bun, with several strands giving up the fight. One of them had ventured down to her neck. Adam’s gaze lingered on that one rebellious flame, long enough to envy it—slipping so innocently into the darkness he longed to explore. The urge to reach for it burned inside him, and before long, he leaned across the counter to do just that.
His fingers, as they brushed the stray lock away from her throat, accidentally grazed her pale skin. Her whole body jolted in her seat, and she let out a startled little gasp. Outraged, she immediately batted his hand away and shielded herself with her own, slapping it over her neck. Stunned, Adam stared at her, his arm still frozen mid-air.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, her voice venomous.
“Hey,” he said with a playful grin, sitting back down as a sign of peace. “Are you... ticklish, by any chance?”
Her nose twitched beneath her furrowed brows before she buried herself once more in her impossible equations."
“What does it matter to you?” she muttered, shrugging her shoulders.
Still, she kept her hand protectively in place, and Adam had the pleasure of watching the rounded tips of her ears flush red with embarrassment. The kind of detail that let a dangerous idea take root.
“I need a coffee,” he announced, standing up. “Want one?”
“Grmf.”
“Very well.”
Once the machine began pouring the steaming liquid, he left it behind and instead took the opportunity to pass—ever so innocently—behind the young woman. That’s when he struck, quicker than lightning.
His hand slid along her side, and his fingers danced along her ribs. The reaction was instant, the shriek explosive. She jolted off her seat, pushing him away and revealing the pale skin of her legs, barely covered by the edge of her tiny cotton shorts. The stool wobbled, then gave up entirely and crashed to the floor in dramatic fashion. The sound echoed through the apartment like a gong, announcing a battle that neither Lily nor Adam had intended to start—until now.
“Don’t you dare,” warned the redhead, spinning around on her bare feet to face him, index finger raised.
“Don’t what?” he teased, grinning.
He took a step forward. She took one back. Her pretty grey eyes now shimmered with hostility.
“You know exactly what I mean. Don’t come any closer.”
“Why not?” he replied, unfazed. “I haven’t done anything.”
He raised his hands, palms open, as if to show he meant no harm. Lily wasn’t fooled for a second. She nearly stumbled as she backed away once more, clinging to the hope that distance might save her. Adam’s crooked smile was anything but reassuring—she needed to defuse this fast.
“You’re distracting me,” she declared, lifting her chin. “I still have work to do, I can’t stop now.”
“On the contrary,” he said with a glint in his eye, “I think a little break might do you a world of good.”
Lily swallowed hard, her thoughts scattering. He wasn’t even doing anything—just standing there—but the threat was palpable. His broad chest blocked out the light, casting shadows across his face, while hers remained fully illuminated for him to see. His arms hung loosely at his sides, but that didn’t comfort her in the slightest. She didn’t dare take her eyes off his hands, terrified they might pounce at any moment.
When she took another step back, her spine met the wall. Suddenly, the room felt far too warm.
“Really, this isn’t necessary,” she tried, putting on her most innocent expression in a desperate attempt to appease him.
He tilted his head slightly to the side, like a cat curiously eyeing the mouse it was about to make a meal of. Lily’s breathing quickened with anticipation. Adam, who had paused — giving her the illusion of an escape — moved again,. The cage closed in on the mouse.
“Stop!” Lily cried out in panic, raising one hand in the air as if to block him. “Don’t do it!”
“And if I do?” he purred, his deep voice silky.
Lily’s mind was spinning; her thoughts tangled as her body shivered.
“If you do… I won’t help you with chemistry ever again!” she blurted.
She squeezed her eyes shut; she couldn’t bear to look at him. He took a second to consider her threat. For a moment, she thought she’d won.
“I’ll take my chances.”
Her eyes flew open just in time to catch his hands lunging for their target. Whether by instinct or sheer luck, she spotted an opening to the side and twisted away with a deft swivel of her hips.
“Slippery little thing,” Adam laughed, already spinning to follow.
Lily, breathless, grabbed hold of the kitchen island for support, never daring to turn her back to him. She stared him down, cheeks flushed with dread. It felt like no matter what she said, he’d have a comeback. There was only one option left. She hated the idea of surrendering, but her legs were already trembling; she wouldn’t survive another attack.
“Please, Adam. I’m begging you. I hate it.”
A flash of blue lit up in his eyes. He watched her without moving, a crooked grin curling at the corners of his full lips.
“You hate what, exactly?” he asked, relishing the question as he held out a hand, inviting her to answer.
“The… the tickling,” she stammered, unsure.
“Oh yeah? And can you tell me why you don’t like it?”
“Um… I…”
She didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it was strange. Disarming. The state she was in now was unnerving; it felt like he’d stripped her defenses down to the bone.
While she wrestled with her own thoughts, Adam resumed his slow advance. The rest of the room stretched wide around her—she could, technically, run—but she still felt just as trapped as when he had cornered her against the wall. As if he already had her.
She stepped back in sync with him. Her hand slipped from the cool surface of the counter into empty space—an emptiness that somehow warped her sense of reality.
“Is it the surprise you don’t like?” he whispered.
He stepped forward.
“Is it the feeling of my fingers on your body?”
Another step. He raised the instruments of her dread between them—his hands. She stared at them again, those broad hands that had already awakened impossible sensations, scattered stars across her mind. She had dreamed of them, desired them—and now, she feared them.
She could almost feel them crawling over her skin again, slipping along her waist, brushing against terrible little corners of her body; yet they remained perfectly still, right there in front of her, simply waiting. Lily’s jaw tightened to stifle a cry. Her lips trembled, her body shifted unconsciously, trying to fend off the shivers. He didn’t even have to touch her—he was already tormenting her.
From the kitchen, still at a distance, Adam watched her. He kept advancing slowly, but his gaze played all over her. Lily’s body twisted, already overtaken by phantom hands. The threat had turned to torture. A nervous laugh built in her throat, but she swallowed it with effort. Twitching and unsure what to do with her limbs—shield herself or run—she failed to do either.
“Stop!” she gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth to suppress her laughter. “Please!”
The strain pulled her diaphragm against her ribs; she pressed her forearms to them for support. The more she resisted, the less control she had. Her eyes suddenly welled with hot tears, blurring her vision. She fought to catch her breath.
“No,” he smiled, ignoring her pleas. “It’s none of that.”
He leaned forward slightly, revealing the blaze in his blue eyes.
“It’s because you hate feeling vulnerable.”
His smile promised her endless torment. A dizzy spell made her tremble, and she backed away again. This time, her calves bumped hard against the edge of the couch.
She was done for.
Suddenly, he was right there in front of her, and nothing could stop him from touching her now. Trapped between the chaos in her body, the ghost-sensation of being attacked from every side, and the weakness in her legs, she lost her balance.
“Oh!” she gasped.
Caught off guard, she toppled backwards. The fall shook her undone bun loose, and in the next instant, she was staring up at the ceiling, sprawled across the soft cushions. No time to get up—Adam, who had surely helped bring her down, took advantage of the moment to straddle her, pinning her hips beneath his strong thighs. Lily’s wide, tear-glazed eyes lifted to meet her tormentor’s, and her face flushed crimson with shame.
Completely shaken, she immediately tried to push him away, but her hands were no match for his. One of his alone was enough to seize both of her wrists and pin them above her head, tangled in her halo of fiery red hair. A deep, primal panic flared in her stormy eyes.
“Uh…” she stammered shakily. “Okay, look, I think this whole thing has gotten a little out of hand. Let’s just call it even, alright?”
He leaned in close to her face, and she gasped sharply, gritting her teeth as she arched her back in a futile attempt to wriggle free. There was no way she’d give up without a fight. But it was hopeless—he was far too heavy, and worse, far too strong. She growled.
“I’ve seen you put up more of a fight than that,” he remarked. “You look like a trapped kitten. Cute.”
“Let me go. If you keep this up, I’m really going to lose it!”
“Can’t wait to see that.”
In the scuffle, Lily’s t-shirt had ridden up slightly, treacherously exposing a thin strip of pale skin just above the waistband of her shorts. Adam noticed—and once he did, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. The more she squirmed, the more the fabric slid upward without her realizing, until a portion of her left side was bare. He reached out with two fingers and touched it. Instantly, Lily froze.
“Adam, stop!” she pleaded. “Don’t you dare!”
His fingers slipped gently beneath the hem of her shirt, exploring everything they touched. She gasped when they grazed her waist—just that simple contact was enough to make her twitch. He kept them there, unmoving, just long enough to let the thought sink in and torment her.
Lily bit down hard on her lip, her eyes now stinging with fresh tears. She looked up at him, a storm of fear and fury churning in her expression, resolute not to give him so much as a smile. Adam felt his whole body shiver with desire. So he continued tracing that warm, trembling skin that flinched under every pass of his hand. She arched her back, trying to escape, which only encouraged him more. His fingers roamed freely, even along her ribs—and then he froze, struck by the shocking realization that sent a jolt of heat through his core.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured.
With a single finger, he drew a slow circle right there—on the side of her ribcage. It pulled a stifled whimper from her lips, followed by useless, feeble kicks. He did it again. And again. Each time watching, fascinated, as her expression changed. She was giving it everything she had, forcing her lips to stay shut no matter what he did—but it was anything but easy.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” whispered her cruel tormentor.
She couldn’t. Not if she wanted to keep control.
In his benevolence, Adam paused his devilish finger for a moment—though he didn’t remove it. Gasping, Lily sucked in a desperate gulp of air. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her lungs starving to refill themselves after those dreadful seconds. Sweat dotted her brow. Her whole body, slick and trembling, was drained.
Adam gave her just enough time to catch her breath before starting up his infernal routine again. This time, his two fingers traced wider and wider circles, until they skimmed the curve of her breast. It was an unbearable dance for the little redhead, still trying to resist, still trying to escape. Her mind felt like it was slipping away, like she was being swallowed whole by the torment of those hands—hands that explored her, overturned her, made her lose her grip on reality.
“Oh, Lily…” the boy murmured, sensing the breaking point near. “Let me hear your voice. Come on…”
A searing shiver surged through her side, electrifying her nerves and pulsing straight down to her lower belly. It was too much. All at once, the tightrope she had been balancing on since the beginning snapped violently. Despite all her determination—
She broke.
“...HOAH! Hahahaha!”
A sharp, liberating outburst. Her lips gave way and she could no longer hold back the laughter that had been itching in her throat for far too long. Her voice rang out in the dim apartment, bounced off the walls, and filled the air. She wished the laughter would relieve her, help her breathe, help her come back to herself—but it only pulled her deeper into the madness.
Her laughter echoed all around them, resonating so deeply that Adam could feel it vibrate in his own chest. From her damnation, he had ascended to paradise.
She writhed beneath his fingers, twisting like a worm torn from the earth. He took the opportunity to slide his hand higher, stopping just at the border of her stretched-out underarm. Lily suddenly snapped back to attention, her eyes swimming with tears.
“I’m begging you!” she cried urgently, gasping through her laughter. “If you do that—I’m going to die!”
And she meant it. She felt like her body was no longer hers, like she might truly fall into the abyss.
“No, you’re not going to die,” he promised with a smile, feigning compassion.
Then he leaned in, whispering right into her ear—
“But let’s see how close we can get, hmm?”
His cruel fingers caressed her soft skin at its most sensitive point. Shocks fired through Lily’s body, all the way down to the tips of her toes. Her laughter erupted again, louder than ever, and she fought like a lion trapped in a cage—arching against him, trying desperately to push his weight off, but failing completely.
She could no longer think, no longer speak, barely even breathe. Her cries turned into chokes.
Her cheeks and throat ached, her stomach clenched again and again. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air; she tried to dig her heels into the cushions but they slipped away. She had no defense, no escape. She was at the mercy of the big bad wolf who was driving her insane.
He, for his part, kept happily tapping away on this strange little instrument that rewarded him with such sweet music. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined hearing that delightful voice in such a state. And what a discovery—this pure, unrestrained laughter was a far cry from the studious, composed version of her he’d seen all evening. He now knew which one he preferred.
“S-Stop!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Hahahahahaha!”
Her lower belly throbbed under the pressure, and her bladder threatened to betray her at any moment. She couldn’t see anything anymore, couldn’t hold onto a single thought. The poor little redhead twisted and laughed until she had no strength left. Her legs fell limp, and she gasped for breath.
At last, Adam released her. He pulled his hands away and straightened just enough for her to breathe freely again. She lay there, limp on the cushions, her arms numb, her breathing short, her gaze vacant. Her flushed skin glowed warmly, her chest rising and falling in quick, rhythmic waves. Freckles streaked with tears dotted her cheeks—she didn’t even have the strength to push his hand away when he gently wiped them with his thumb.
“Oops. Sorry,” he said with a smile that held no sincerity.
The entire room spun like a carousel. The air burned her throat, and a relentless pulse hammered in her temples. She felt utterly drained—like her limbs were stuffed with cotton. When he let go of her hips, her body moved instinctively again.
The armrest. She had to reach the armrest and escape. Her hand fumbled desperately toward it, but it felt so far away… With the help of her legs, she somehow managed to roll over onto her stomach and crawl along the cushions.
Adam watched in silence as she pathetically tried to crawl out from under him, arms stretched forward like reaching for paradise. His own heart beat faster, wings fluttering in his chest with delicious excitement.
With growing surprise, he saw her far-too-short shorts slowly slide upward, revealing more and more of her bare thighs as she tried to flee. That sight reignited the ravenous hunger of the insatiable wolf. Monumental mistake. What a shame. And to think—he had actually intended to let her go…
“Now hold on,” his smooth voice vibrated. “Don’t you think you’re kinda asking for it?”
To prove his point, he let one finger skim across her retreating skin like a seismograph tracing a molten fault line. A half-choked gasp escaped her—encouragement enough. He hastened his next move, sliding down to the back of her knee with surgical precision. There, he discovered a brand new weak spot nestled in the hollow, and he wasted no time exploiting it.
“Oh, for God’s sake!” she yelped, immediately jerking her leg away.
And just like that, she gave him exactly the opening he’d been waiting for. Like a nocturnal predator, Adam snatched the ankle that flared into view, pulling her bare foot right up to his face—completely trapped in his grip, perfectly helpless.
“Ah!” she yelped again, face buried in the cushions.
He gave a wicked grin.
“Say your prayers.”
With the pad of his middle finger, he traced one of the delicate lines carved into the exposed sole of her timid little foot, now held prisoner in his grasp. A violent spasm shot through her muscles, making her whole body seize up from the shock. She wanted to bite her lip, to be stronger than this, to not give him the satisfaction, to never surrender. She wanted to.
“Hiiii!Hi hihihiiiii!!!”
The bastard spared her nothing. He explored her heel, drew devastatingly slow strokes along her arch, used his nails to tease the delicate skin of her ankle, slipped his fingers beneath her toes only to tickle them next. He was having the time of his life—tracing every inch of this soft, deliciously sensitive foot. A game for him; a torment for her. The girl writhed like a wild thing, thrashing about in vain, laughing so hard the very walls of the apartment seemed to tremble.
If someone had asked her what part was the worst, she would’ve said all of it. One second felt like an hour, ten like a hundred. She had the terrifying sense that it would never end—that this torture would spiral into eternity. That she wouldn’t survive long enough to find out.
With one final effort, she reached a hand toward the traitorous foot, the source of all her misery, with the naïve and futile hope of ending the maddening dance. In doing so, she granted him the divine honor of glimpsing her face—red from laughter, soaked with tears, and glowing with a smile turned delirious; a face completely freed from any other concern.
At first, Adam had only meant to tease her, to help her unwind a little. Always so serious, so diligent—she clearly needed a fierce distraction to shake her out of her thoughts. His intentions had been noble, even if he couldn’t deny taking great pleasure in it. Lily had never dared show herself helpless or exposed. She always seemed so strong, so untouchable… Seeing her this vulnerable made her all the more extraordinary. Somewhere beneath that armor was a completely normal girl, someone who could laugh and cry from a simple touch—and she had granted him the privilege of witnessing it. They’d shared many things before, but what she was giving him now felt like a level of intimacy unlike any other. The more she fought to resist, the more beautiful she became.
“Don’t you dare showing that face to anyone else…” he whispered.
But the wolf was greedy; he wanted more. He wanted to devour her whole.
He withdrew his merciless fingers and slowly brought her foot to his face. Then, with his lips, he brushed along its arch, watching her every reaction. Her whole body tensed from the shock of this new sensation, and her toes curled up as if they could somehow defend her.
“Adam…” she shivered. “What are you doing?”
He smiled against her skin, and when his teeth grazed her ever so lightly, her breath caught in her lungs.
The feeling was different—far beyond anything he’d done to her before. Lily wanted to laugh, yes—but underneath that reflex was a desperate desire for him not to stop. Despite whatever she might beg for with her voice, deep down… she wanted more. A slow, burning heat unfurled between her thighs, and she pressed her legs together.
Overwhelmed by these impulses, she turned her fevered, stormy eyes toward the big bad wolf—only to meet his sensual blue gaze, piercing right through her. He looked just as flushed as she did. Then she watched his smile widen… and his tongue slide out to taste her heel.
The surprise drew a cry from her, and she bit her lip as a bolt of pleasure scorched her spine. She wanted to beg him to stop—and to beg him to touch her more.
His warm tongue traveled along the entire arch of her foot, kissed its softest spot, and rose toward her tiny toes. He nibbled one.
“Ah!” Lily cried out, arching her back.
But that moment gave her an opening—for Adam, lost in his own hunger, had forgotten to hold her down. Channeling her legendary fighting spirit, the girl tore her leg free with a fierce kick. She took full advantage of the surprise—not to flee, but rather, ferociously, to turn around and pounce.
They toppled across the couch in a flurry of limbs until, with a masterful shift of her hips, the fiery little redhead ended up on top—him pinned beneath her. With a firm hand, she grabbed Adam’s t-shirt and yanked it upward, covering his face completely.
Panicked, he flailed in the fabric, his arms awkwardly raised above his head, trapped by the shirt. Now fully in control, Lily wasted no time in getting her revenge. Her fingers rained down upon his sides with unrelenting fervor—pinching, jabbing, and peppering his ribs until he suffered fivefold what she had endured. Under her assault, her neighbor burst out laughing, thrashing wildly.
“Pfouhahahahaha!”
His deep voice rang out so differently from hers—stronger, richer. She was surprised by how much she liked the sound.
“Not so tough now, are you?” she crowed.
It only lasted a second—just long enough for him to wrestle the shirt off his face—but that second gave her immense satisfaction. The instant his hands were free again, ready to seize her once more, Lily sprang to her feet.
“Get back here!” he barked breathlessly, pushing himself up on the cushions.
He reached a hunting arm toward her, but she darted away, retreating just out of reach.
“Next time,” she declared with blazing resolve, “I’ll be the one to make you cry!”
The little redhead, proud and defiant despite her tangled hair and flushed cheeks, stuck out her tongue at the big bad wolf before dashing out the door and disappearing down the hallway—surely headed straight to barricade herself in her own apartment.
Adam, stunned for a moment, finally ran a hand through his disheveled hair and sighed with satisfaction.
“Next time, huh?”
Two empty mugs sat on the countertop, stained with the remnants of the hot chocolate they had once held. Night had swallowed the apartment in darkness, save for the warm ceiling light shining above the two silent students hunched over their work.
They had been buried in chemistry revision for a good three hours now, in preparation for an upcoming exam that promised to be particularly nasty. Adam had thrown in the towel some time ago—his attention span had its limits. That didn’t mean he was bored, though; the girl across from him could’ve distracted him for an eternity. His neighbor—and friend—was a show all on her own.
Ever since they had ceremoniously taken their seats on their respective stools, Lily hadn’t moved an inch; an unshakable statue, frozen in a near-religious study of formulas no average human could hope to grasp. For days now, she had been so absorbed in her research that she seemed out of reach. He could feel the pressure weighing on her slender shoulders; every one of her sighs carried her anxiety, and he didn’t know how to ease it.
The more he watched her, the more he got lost in the sight of her. He was fascinated by the way her tiny nose twitched from time to time—a sign of a mental snag she would always end up overcoming. He drank in the roundness of her cheeks dotted with those pretty freckles, her delicate hands skimming across the paper, the way her breath gently lifted her petite shoulders; she was so deep in her book, she might have forgotten he was even there.
Tonight, she’d skipped her usual sweatshirt in favor of an oversized T-shirt, leaving her throat exposed; Adam’s eyes had followed the wide neckline, imagining what shadows might be hiding just beneath. She had tied her beautifully unruly red hair into a perfectly messy bun, with several strands giving up the fight. One of them had ventured down to her neck. Adam’s gaze lingered on that one rebellious flame, long enough to envy it—slipping so innocently into the darkness he longed to explore. The urge to reach for it burned inside him, and before long, he leaned across the counter to do just that.
His fingers, as they brushed the stray lock away from her throat, accidentally grazed her pale skin. Her whole body jolted in her seat, and she let out a startled little gasp. Outraged, she immediately batted his hand away and shielded herself with her own, slapping it over her neck. Stunned, Adam stared at her, his arm still frozen mid-air.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, her voice venomous.
“Hey,” he said with a playful grin, sitting back down as a sign of peace. “Are you... ticklish, by any chance?”
Her nose twitched beneath her furrowed brows before she buried herself once more in her impossible equations."
“What does it matter to you?” she muttered, shrugging her shoulders.
Still, she kept her hand protectively in place, and Adam had the pleasure of watching the rounded tips of her ears flush red with embarrassment. The kind of detail that let a dangerous idea take root.
“I need a coffee,” he announced, standing up. “Want one?”
“Grmf.”
“Very well.”
Once the machine began pouring the steaming liquid, he left it behind and instead took the opportunity to pass—ever so innocently—behind the young woman. That’s when he struck, quicker than lightning.
His hand slid along her side, and his fingers danced along her ribs. The reaction was instant, the shriek explosive. She jolted off her seat, pushing him away and revealing the pale skin of her legs, barely covered by the edge of her tiny cotton shorts. The stool wobbled, then gave up entirely and crashed to the floor in dramatic fashion. The sound echoed through the apartment like a gong, announcing a battle that neither Lily nor Adam had intended to start—until now.
“Don’t you dare,” warned the redhead, spinning around on her bare feet to face him, index finger raised.
“Don’t what?” he teased, grinning.
He took a step forward. She took one back. Her pretty grey eyes now shimmered with hostility.
“You know exactly what I mean. Don’t come any closer.”
“Why not?” he replied, unfazed. “I haven’t done anything.”
He raised his hands, palms open, as if to show he meant no harm. Lily wasn’t fooled for a second. She nearly stumbled as she backed away once more, clinging to the hope that distance might save her. Adam’s crooked smile was anything but reassuring—she needed to defuse this fast.
“You’re distracting me,” she declared, lifting her chin. “I still have work to do, I can’t stop now.”
“On the contrary,” he said with a glint in his eye, “I think a little break might do you a world of good.”
Lily swallowed hard, her thoughts scattering. He wasn’t even doing anything—just standing there—but the threat was palpable. His broad chest blocked out the light, casting shadows across his face, while hers remained fully illuminated for him to see. His arms hung loosely at his sides, but that didn’t comfort her in the slightest. She didn’t dare take her eyes off his hands, terrified they might pounce at any moment.
When she took another step back, her spine met the wall. Suddenly, the room felt far too warm.
“Really, this isn’t necessary,” she tried, putting on her most innocent expression in a desperate attempt to appease him.
He tilted his head slightly to the side, like a cat curiously eyeing the mouse it was about to make a meal of. Lily’s breathing quickened with anticipation. Adam, who had paused — giving her the illusion of an escape — moved again,. The cage closed in on the mouse.
“Stop!” Lily cried out in panic, raising one hand in the air as if to block him. “Don’t do it!”
“And if I do?” he purred, his deep voice silky.
Lily’s mind was spinning; her thoughts tangled as her body shivered.
“If you do… I won’t help you with chemistry ever again!” she blurted.
She squeezed her eyes shut; she couldn’t bear to look at him. He took a second to consider her threat. For a moment, she thought she’d won.
“I’ll take my chances.”
Her eyes flew open just in time to catch his hands lunging for their target. Whether by instinct or sheer luck, she spotted an opening to the side and twisted away with a deft swivel of her hips.
“Slippery little thing,” Adam laughed, already spinning to follow.
Lily, breathless, grabbed hold of the kitchen island for support, never daring to turn her back to him. She stared him down, cheeks flushed with dread. It felt like no matter what she said, he’d have a comeback. There was only one option left. She hated the idea of surrendering, but her legs were already trembling; she wouldn’t survive another attack.
“Please, Adam. I’m begging you. I hate it.”
A flash of blue lit up in his eyes. He watched her without moving, a crooked grin curling at the corners of his full lips.
“You hate what, exactly?” he asked, relishing the question as he held out a hand, inviting her to answer.
“The… the tickling,” she stammered, unsure.
“Oh yeah? And can you tell me why you don’t like it?”
“Um… I…”
She didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it was strange. Disarming. The state she was in now was unnerving; it felt like he’d stripped her defenses down to the bone.
While she wrestled with her own thoughts, Adam resumed his slow advance. The rest of the room stretched wide around her—she could, technically, run—but she still felt just as trapped as when he had cornered her against the wall. As if he already had her.
She stepped back in sync with him. Her hand slipped from the cool surface of the counter into empty space—an emptiness that somehow warped her sense of reality.
“Is it the surprise you don’t like?” he whispered.
He stepped forward.
“Is it the feeling of my fingers on your body?”
Another step. He raised the instruments of her dread between them—his hands. She stared at them again, those broad hands that had already awakened impossible sensations, scattered stars across her mind. She had dreamed of them, desired them—and now, she feared them.
She could almost feel them crawling over her skin again, slipping along her waist, brushing against terrible little corners of her body; yet they remained perfectly still, right there in front of her, simply waiting. Lily’s jaw tightened to stifle a cry. Her lips trembled, her body shifted unconsciously, trying to fend off the shivers. He didn’t even have to touch her—he was already tormenting her.
From the kitchen, still at a distance, Adam watched her. He kept advancing slowly, but his gaze played all over her. Lily’s body twisted, already overtaken by phantom hands. The threat had turned to torture. A nervous laugh built in her throat, but she swallowed it with effort. Twitching and unsure what to do with her limbs—shield herself or run—she failed to do either.
“Stop!” she gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth to suppress her laughter. “Please!”
The strain pulled her diaphragm against her ribs; she pressed her forearms to them for support. The more she resisted, the less control she had. Her eyes suddenly welled with hot tears, blurring her vision. She fought to catch her breath.
“No,” he smiled, ignoring her pleas. “It’s none of that.”
He leaned forward slightly, revealing the blaze in his blue eyes.
“It’s because you hate feeling vulnerable.”
His smile promised her endless torment. A dizzy spell made her tremble, and she backed away again. This time, her calves bumped hard against the edge of the couch.
She was done for.
Suddenly, he was right there in front of her, and nothing could stop him from touching her now. Trapped between the chaos in her body, the ghost-sensation of being attacked from every side, and the weakness in her legs, she lost her balance.
“Oh!” she gasped.
Caught off guard, she toppled backwards. The fall shook her undone bun loose, and in the next instant, she was staring up at the ceiling, sprawled across the soft cushions. No time to get up—Adam, who had surely helped bring her down, took advantage of the moment to straddle her, pinning her hips beneath his strong thighs. Lily’s wide, tear-glazed eyes lifted to meet her tormentor’s, and her face flushed crimson with shame.
Completely shaken, she immediately tried to push him away, but her hands were no match for his. One of his alone was enough to seize both of her wrists and pin them above her head, tangled in her halo of fiery red hair. A deep, primal panic flared in her stormy eyes.
“Uh…” she stammered shakily. “Okay, look, I think this whole thing has gotten a little out of hand. Let’s just call it even, alright?”
He leaned in close to her face, and she gasped sharply, gritting her teeth as she arched her back in a futile attempt to wriggle free. There was no way she’d give up without a fight. But it was hopeless—he was far too heavy, and worse, far too strong. She growled.
“I’ve seen you put up more of a fight than that,” he remarked. “You look like a trapped kitten. Cute.”
“Let me go. If you keep this up, I’m really going to lose it!”
“Can’t wait to see that.”
In the scuffle, Lily’s t-shirt had ridden up slightly, treacherously exposing a thin strip of pale skin just above the waistband of her shorts. Adam noticed—and once he did, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. The more she squirmed, the more the fabric slid upward without her realizing, until a portion of her left side was bare. He reached out with two fingers and touched it. Instantly, Lily froze.
“Adam, stop!” she pleaded. “Don’t you dare!”
His fingers slipped gently beneath the hem of her shirt, exploring everything they touched. She gasped when they grazed her waist—just that simple contact was enough to make her twitch. He kept them there, unmoving, just long enough to let the thought sink in and torment her.
Lily bit down hard on her lip, her eyes now stinging with fresh tears. She looked up at him, a storm of fear and fury churning in her expression, resolute not to give him so much as a smile. Adam felt his whole body shiver with desire. So he continued tracing that warm, trembling skin that flinched under every pass of his hand. She arched her back, trying to escape, which only encouraged him more. His fingers roamed freely, even along her ribs—and then he froze, struck by the shocking realization that sent a jolt of heat through his core.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured.
With a single finger, he drew a slow circle right there—on the side of her ribcage. It pulled a stifled whimper from her lips, followed by useless, feeble kicks. He did it again. And again. Each time watching, fascinated, as her expression changed. She was giving it everything she had, forcing her lips to stay shut no matter what he did—but it was anything but easy.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” whispered her cruel tormentor.
She couldn’t. Not if she wanted to keep control.
In his benevolence, Adam paused his devilish finger for a moment—though he didn’t remove it. Gasping, Lily sucked in a desperate gulp of air. Her chest rose and fell heavily, her lungs starving to refill themselves after those dreadful seconds. Sweat dotted her brow. Her whole body, slick and trembling, was drained.
Adam gave her just enough time to catch her breath before starting up his infernal routine again. This time, his two fingers traced wider and wider circles, until they skimmed the curve of her breast. It was an unbearable dance for the little redhead, still trying to resist, still trying to escape. Her mind felt like it was slipping away, like she was being swallowed whole by the torment of those hands—hands that explored her, overturned her, made her lose her grip on reality.
“Oh, Lily…” the boy murmured, sensing the breaking point near. “Let me hear your voice. Come on…”
A searing shiver surged through her side, electrifying her nerves and pulsing straight down to her lower belly. It was too much. All at once, the tightrope she had been balancing on since the beginning snapped violently. Despite all her determination—
She broke.
“...HOAH! Hahahaha!”
A sharp, liberating outburst. Her lips gave way and she could no longer hold back the laughter that had been itching in her throat for far too long. Her voice rang out in the dim apartment, bounced off the walls, and filled the air. She wished the laughter would relieve her, help her breathe, help her come back to herself—but it only pulled her deeper into the madness.
Her laughter echoed all around them, resonating so deeply that Adam could feel it vibrate in his own chest. From her damnation, he had ascended to paradise.
She writhed beneath his fingers, twisting like a worm torn from the earth. He took the opportunity to slide his hand higher, stopping just at the border of her stretched-out underarm. Lily suddenly snapped back to attention, her eyes swimming with tears.
“I’m begging you!” she cried urgently, gasping through her laughter. “If you do that—I’m going to die!”
And she meant it. She felt like her body was no longer hers, like she might truly fall into the abyss.
“No, you’re not going to die,” he promised with a smile, feigning compassion.
Then he leaned in, whispering right into her ear—
“But let’s see how close we can get, hmm?”
His cruel fingers caressed her soft skin at its most sensitive point. Shocks fired through Lily’s body, all the way down to the tips of her toes. Her laughter erupted again, louder than ever, and she fought like a lion trapped in a cage—arching against him, trying desperately to push his weight off, but failing completely.
She could no longer think, no longer speak, barely even breathe. Her cries turned into chokes.
Her cheeks and throat ached, her stomach clenched again and again. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air; she tried to dig her heels into the cushions but they slipped away. She had no defense, no escape. She was at the mercy of the big bad wolf who was driving her insane.
He, for his part, kept happily tapping away on this strange little instrument that rewarded him with such sweet music. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined hearing that delightful voice in such a state. And what a discovery—this pure, unrestrained laughter was a far cry from the studious, composed version of her he’d seen all evening. He now knew which one he preferred.
“S-Stop!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Hahahahahaha!”
Her lower belly throbbed under the pressure, and her bladder threatened to betray her at any moment. She couldn’t see anything anymore, couldn’t hold onto a single thought. The poor little redhead twisted and laughed until she had no strength left. Her legs fell limp, and she gasped for breath.
At last, Adam released her. He pulled his hands away and straightened just enough for her to breathe freely again. She lay there, limp on the cushions, her arms numb, her breathing short, her gaze vacant. Her flushed skin glowed warmly, her chest rising and falling in quick, rhythmic waves. Freckles streaked with tears dotted her cheeks—she didn’t even have the strength to push his hand away when he gently wiped them with his thumb.
“Oops. Sorry,” he said with a smile that held no sincerity.
The entire room spun like a carousel. The air burned her throat, and a relentless pulse hammered in her temples. She felt utterly drained—like her limbs were stuffed with cotton. When he let go of her hips, her body moved instinctively again.
The armrest. She had to reach the armrest and escape. Her hand fumbled desperately toward it, but it felt so far away… With the help of her legs, she somehow managed to roll over onto her stomach and crawl along the cushions.
Adam watched in silence as she pathetically tried to crawl out from under him, arms stretched forward like reaching for paradise. His own heart beat faster, wings fluttering in his chest with delicious excitement.
With growing surprise, he saw her far-too-short shorts slowly slide upward, revealing more and more of her bare thighs as she tried to flee. That sight reignited the ravenous hunger of the insatiable wolf. Monumental mistake. What a shame. And to think—he had actually intended to let her go…
“Now hold on,” his smooth voice vibrated. “Don’t you think you’re kinda asking for it?”
To prove his point, he let one finger skim across her retreating skin like a seismograph tracing a molten fault line. A half-choked gasp escaped her—encouragement enough. He hastened his next move, sliding down to the back of her knee with surgical precision. There, he discovered a brand new weak spot nestled in the hollow, and he wasted no time exploiting it.
“Oh, for God’s sake!” she yelped, immediately jerking her leg away.
And just like that, she gave him exactly the opening he’d been waiting for. Like a nocturnal predator, Adam snatched the ankle that flared into view, pulling her bare foot right up to his face—completely trapped in his grip, perfectly helpless.
“Ah!” she yelped again, face buried in the cushions.
He gave a wicked grin.
“Say your prayers.”
With the pad of his middle finger, he traced one of the delicate lines carved into the exposed sole of her timid little foot, now held prisoner in his grasp. A violent spasm shot through her muscles, making her whole body seize up from the shock. She wanted to bite her lip, to be stronger than this, to not give him the satisfaction, to never surrender. She wanted to.
“Hiiii!Hi hihihiiiii!!!”
The bastard spared her nothing. He explored her heel, drew devastatingly slow strokes along her arch, used his nails to tease the delicate skin of her ankle, slipped his fingers beneath her toes only to tickle them next. He was having the time of his life—tracing every inch of this soft, deliciously sensitive foot. A game for him; a torment for her. The girl writhed like a wild thing, thrashing about in vain, laughing so hard the very walls of the apartment seemed to tremble.
If someone had asked her what part was the worst, she would’ve said all of it. One second felt like an hour, ten like a hundred. She had the terrifying sense that it would never end—that this torture would spiral into eternity. That she wouldn’t survive long enough to find out.
With one final effort, she reached a hand toward the traitorous foot, the source of all her misery, with the naïve and futile hope of ending the maddening dance. In doing so, she granted him the divine honor of glimpsing her face—red from laughter, soaked with tears, and glowing with a smile turned delirious; a face completely freed from any other concern.
At first, Adam had only meant to tease her, to help her unwind a little. Always so serious, so diligent—she clearly needed a fierce distraction to shake her out of her thoughts. His intentions had been noble, even if he couldn’t deny taking great pleasure in it. Lily had never dared show herself helpless or exposed. She always seemed so strong, so untouchable… Seeing her this vulnerable made her all the more extraordinary. Somewhere beneath that armor was a completely normal girl, someone who could laugh and cry from a simple touch—and she had granted him the privilege of witnessing it. They’d shared many things before, but what she was giving him now felt like a level of intimacy unlike any other. The more she fought to resist, the more beautiful she became.
“Don’t you dare showing that face to anyone else…” he whispered.
But the wolf was greedy; he wanted more. He wanted to devour her whole.
He withdrew his merciless fingers and slowly brought her foot to his face. Then, with his lips, he brushed along its arch, watching her every reaction. Her whole body tensed from the shock of this new sensation, and her toes curled up as if they could somehow defend her.
“Adam…” she shivered. “What are you doing?”
He smiled against her skin, and when his teeth grazed her ever so lightly, her breath caught in her lungs.
The feeling was different—far beyond anything he’d done to her before. Lily wanted to laugh, yes—but underneath that reflex was a desperate desire for him not to stop. Despite whatever she might beg for with her voice, deep down… she wanted more. A slow, burning heat unfurled between her thighs, and she pressed her legs together.
Overwhelmed by these impulses, she turned her fevered, stormy eyes toward the big bad wolf—only to meet his sensual blue gaze, piercing right through her. He looked just as flushed as she did. Then she watched his smile widen… and his tongue slide out to taste her heel.
The surprise drew a cry from her, and she bit her lip as a bolt of pleasure scorched her spine. She wanted to beg him to stop—and to beg him to touch her more.
His warm tongue traveled along the entire arch of her foot, kissed its softest spot, and rose toward her tiny toes. He nibbled one.
“Ah!” Lily cried out, arching her back.
But that moment gave her an opening—for Adam, lost in his own hunger, had forgotten to hold her down. Channeling her legendary fighting spirit, the girl tore her leg free with a fierce kick. She took full advantage of the surprise—not to flee, but rather, ferociously, to turn around and pounce.
They toppled across the couch in a flurry of limbs until, with a masterful shift of her hips, the fiery little redhead ended up on top—him pinned beneath her. With a firm hand, she grabbed Adam’s t-shirt and yanked it upward, covering his face completely.
Panicked, he flailed in the fabric, his arms awkwardly raised above his head, trapped by the shirt. Now fully in control, Lily wasted no time in getting her revenge. Her fingers rained down upon his sides with unrelenting fervor—pinching, jabbing, and peppering his ribs until he suffered fivefold what she had endured. Under her assault, her neighbor burst out laughing, thrashing wildly.
“Pfouhahahahaha!”
His deep voice rang out so differently from hers—stronger, richer. She was surprised by how much she liked the sound.
“Not so tough now, are you?” she crowed.
It only lasted a second—just long enough for him to wrestle the shirt off his face—but that second gave her immense satisfaction. The instant his hands were free again, ready to seize her once more, Lily sprang to her feet.
“Get back here!” he barked breathlessly, pushing himself up on the cushions.
He reached a hunting arm toward her, but she darted away, retreating just out of reach.
“Next time,” she declared with blazing resolve, “I’ll be the one to make you cry!”
The little redhead, proud and defiant despite her tangled hair and flushed cheeks, stuck out her tongue at the big bad wolf before dashing out the door and disappearing down the hallway—surely headed straight to barricade herself in her own apartment.
Adam, stunned for a moment, finally ran a hand through his disheveled hair and sighed with satisfaction.
“Next time, huh?”
