The door to Helen's apartment pushed open, and the three of them stepped in.

"Are you sure it's no problem?" Yohan asked, pulling along Remi's briefcase.

"I really don't mind, besides these rooms haven't been used even when it was me and my husband staying here," Helen replied with a bright, friendly smile.

"Then why did you guys get a house with four extra rooms?"

"Because we planned on having kids… I still do, actually…" she gave Yohan a flirtatious glance.

Yohan gulped, finding it a bit hard to swallow.

She led them down the hallway to one of the rooms. When Helen opened the door, Remi paused, a little stunned.

The room was elegant—high ceilings, soft lighting, sheets that looked far too expensive to lie on.

"This is… really nice," Remi said, setting her bag down carefully. "Are you sure it's okay?"

Helen smiled. "Of course. Though, funny enough, this room was actually set up for Yohan."

Remi turned slightly, her expression flickering. "For him?"

"I had it prepared when I offered for you to move in with me," Helen said lightly, then added with a smile, "but I guess when you're ready, you'll just have to move into my room."

"B-but there are still three other rooms left," Yohan said, frowning. "Why does it have to be your room…?"

It was only an assumption, but something about it didn't add up, and he couldn't ignore it.

Helen acted as though she hadn't heard the question. "You said there would be another girl?"

"Yes, Mia. I don't think it would be safe leaving either of them on their own."

"Okay," she said, her tone bright again. "I'll have a room prepared for her before she arrives tomorrow."

"Okay, thanks. I'll go tell her right now."

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"I'm sorry, Yohan… but I don't think I can move in with you," Mia said softly. She felt bad for disappointing him, so she kept her eyes on the floor as she spoke.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Yohan blinked, wondering if she'd somehow missed everything he'd just explained.

"You're not moving in with me," he clarified, "you're moving to a safe place."

"There's no difference," she said quietly. "You want me to move into a house you provided for me."

"Yes, but only because you're not safe here." His voice hardened slightly. "Helen's apartment building is well secured. After what happened to Remi, we can't take any chances."

"I understand that," Mia said, finally looking up, "but if I leave, who's going to look after this place? Someone has to stay and wait for Jamie."

It took Yohan a moment to remember her boyfriend's name. When it clicked, he stared at her, incredulous.

"Are you serious?!" He threw his hands in the air.

"I have to at least be here when he comes back!" Mia said, her voice trembling but firm.

"Then what about everything that's happened between us?" Yohan's tone cracked between disbelief and confusion.

"I—I don't know about that…" She hesitated, wringing her hands. "I plan to just tell him and see how he takes it."

Yohan's brows lifted. 'She really is serious?'

"Mia, do you understand the gravity of this? You'll be risking your life just by staying here."

She was silent for several seconds, eyes lowered, then whispered, "Then so be it."

The words hung heavy between them.

Yohan exhaled sharply, trying to calm the rush in his chest. "Let's go for a walk…" he said suddenly, his tone softer now, but his eyes carried the weight of something unspoken.

They left her apartment building and stepped into the street. It was night, but the city was still alive—neon signs flickering, laughter spilling from a nearby bar, the faint hum of traffic weaving through it all.

She wore a black gown with a lace jacket on top, but Yohan could immediately tell that she wasn't wearing any bra. He could see her nipples poking out slightly.

'I wonder if she wore anything under…'

He was walking closely beside her, so it wasn't too difficult for him to secretly reach under her gown and rub her bare cheek ass.

"Yohan…" Mia murmured, feeling his warm palm graze her skin.

'She's not wearing any!' he celebrated in his heart.

He led her to a quiet park by the corner, allowing her to rest her back against a tree while he fingered her pussy.

"Aahhnn… Yohan… stop… we can't do this here…" she held the hand he had on her throat, while her pussy leaked all over his moving fingers.

Her hazy eyes were half-shut, while her mouth hung open.

"Mia, see how much of a slut you have become. Going out without wearing any underwear has become a common thing for you now,"

"That's not true… hnnng… I just forgot…"

Yohan shook his head and sighed. "You're lying to your master. I have to punish you."

He turned her around and pulled out his cock, allowing the head to kiss the mouth of her pussy.

Mia held the tree and shoved out her wet pussy for him. Even trying to wriggle his cock inside of her cunt.

But Yohan hesitated for as long as he could, making her want him even more.

"Yohan… put it in…" she continued moving her ass against his cock.

"You have to ask properly," he said.

Mia could feel the inside of her pussy itching for his cock; wave upon wave of flashbacks were hitting her all at once.

Just his fingers alone was enough to make her want more.

"Master, please fuck me..."

It didn't matter that they were in a public place; all that mattered at that moment was his cock…

"No," Yohan said, taking a few steps backwards.

"Use your fingers first," he ordered.

Mia hesitated for only a few seconds before reaching to her back and digging her finger inside her pussy.

"Mmmnhh~~"

'Awhh… it's like I can feel him inside of me because he's watching…'

Since that day with Yohan, she had masturbated but it was never like this; the rush she was feeling right now was very different.

'Fuckkkk…' she tilted her face upwards as tears rolled down the side of her eyes.

'I'm going cum… I'm going to cum like this in front of Yohan…' her breath caught in her throat.

"AAHHNN~~" Her ass clenched as fluid began to gush out from her pussy.

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