When It Began, It Never Ended Ch. 27
A/N: Hey gaaaiz, do you want to learn how to ACT COOL, A-ACT COOL? So I've gotten really into writing this fic. It should be ending soon and I'll finally start on my next ongoing!! Or at least have a splurge of shots. I still need to finish my Thug Man Fany fic though... Fuck school, f-f-f-fuck school. Gonna be driving soon though guyyys. AYYYYE. Ahahaha.
Chapter Twenty Seven
*
“You slept in my bed.”
“Nighttime nap?”
“You owe me a massage.”
“Like hell!”
Jessica blankly stared at Eunjung on the other side of her bed, wrapped in her fur blanket.
Eunjung had turned her back on Jessica and began drifting back to sleep, but Jessica was wide awake with a bimbo in her bed.
Out of amusement, Jessica slithered her hand downward and pinched skin.
“OW! DAMMIT! LET ME SLEEP!”
“Get out of my bed.”
“No!!”
Jessica counted to three in her head until she pinched the other girl’s skin again.
“FUCK! YOU’RE GONNA LEAVE A MARK!”
“Get out.”
“FINE! FUCKIN’ DUMMY ASS WOMAN.”
Eunjung got up, shivering from the loss of warmth as the blanket slunk away from her barely-covered body.
“Oww, it hurts to sit now.” She rubbed the red spot on her butt cheek as she stood up begrudgingly.
“It looks like a heart.” Jessica wrapped herself back up in her fur blanket and eyed the should-be-departing girl emotionlessly.
“A pinch of love.” Eunjung scowled back at Jessica before slamming the door shut behind her.
*
“Cancel the marriage? Are you kidding me, Stephanie? I’ve waited far too long for this day!”
Tiffany was seated in front of her father’s desk trying to weasel herself out of damned matrimony.
“But Daddy, I don’t like Kangin.” She regarded him with sad eyes.
“Kangin's my best man, honey. He’s reliable and he’ll take care of you until you’re old.” Machii looked back at her with a hopeful gaze.
“I thought Jessica was supposed to do that! Remember when you told me I could keep her for the rest of my life?! Were you lying?” Tiffany used his own words against him, baffling the patriarch.
“I said that?”
“Yes! When you first brought her home!” Tiffany looked at him with a harder gaze, her eyebrows still raised in that hopeful look.
“Well, do you remember what I asked you when you climbed into my lap that afternoon?”
Tiffany thought for a moment, but she couldn’t think of anything he could use against her that she may have said.
“If she left, would you follow her?” Machii leaned back in his chair, still a step ahead of his daughter.
Tiffany gaped and leaned forward to rebut, but came out short. She remembers promising to stay with Daddy.
“I still don’t want to marry Kangin.” Tiffany slumped in her chair and returned to the main point of the argument.
“Well you have plenty of choices to choose from, should I get out the other personal profiles?” Machii put his hand over one of his drawer handles, provoking his daughter’s response.
“No! I don’t want to marry any of them! I’ve barely graduated high school!”
“You can’t expect me to live forever, and I want to live to see my grandchildren.” He folded his hands together on top of his desk and gazed at Tiffany nonchalantly.
“Don’t you have Sulli to pass on your genes…?” It was still awkward to view the other girl as her sibling, but she was her only way out of this ordeal.
“She already told me she wanted to marry Krystal.” Machii raised his eyebrows comically as Tiffany gave him an offended look.
“But! I- I..” Tiffany’s breath caught her in throat. Surely she had lost by now; unless she wanted to try calling on her non-existent relationship with Jessica.
Machii smirked at his defeated daughter.
“I don’t get to choose who I marry?” Tiffany returned to her hopeful gaze as a last effort, her shoulders drooping as the fight drained out of her.
“You have twelve to choose from; but you had better hurry, Kangin’s sister is already scheduled to attend the wedding- which, by the way, can you go fetch her for me? Kangin’s busy and I don’t want to send a grown man to retrieve a teenage girl.”
Tiffany grimaced and hung her head low.
Machii watched his daughter and pulled out a pair of keys from a drawer of his desk.
“Here’s your choice of vehicle, either the pink motorcycle, or the pink Lamborghini.”
Tiffany brought her head back up with a face of despair. Machii inwardly winced at the tears brimming his daughter’s eyes, and he forced down the guilt that pooled in his stomach. He reminded himself that this was for the best, clenching his jaw.
“Gimme the motorcycle, hopefully I’ll die on the way.” Tiffany stood up and snatched the keys off his desk, snarling.
Machii smiled at his daughter’s retreating form.
*
“Ahjumma, what do you want for lunch?” Suzy leaned over Jessica’s seemingly dead form on the bed, her bright smile lost on the unresponsive lump.
“I want meat.” It was a grumbled whisper from Jessica, but Suzy understood and straightened her posture before heading towards the door.
“Wait…” Jessica mumbled before Suzy could leave. “Yes?”
“Call Ham in here.”
“'Kay.” Suzy skipped out, and several seconds later, the door opened again.
“The devil called?”
“You owe me a massage.”
“Seriously?”
“Do I ever kid?”
Eunjung exhaled and strutted over to the side of the bed, relenting.
“Fine, since I had a good night’s rest and I’m in a good mood, I’ll massage your damn muscles.”
“Good, get to it.” Jessica rolled onto her stomach as Eunjung climbed onto the bed.
“Do you expect me to strip you? 'Cause I’d rather strip a raccoon.”
Jessica groaned and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her tattoos and the fact she was only wearing panties.
“Don’t hit me if I hurt you.”
Jessica groaned again and the doorbell rang in the distance.
“Your muscles feel like rocks,” Eunjung complained.
Jessica didn’t bother responding to the girl out of laziness.
“Have you ever been in a relationship before? Seeing you naked in bed makes me wonder if anyone would ever see past your terrible personality and actually fuck you.”
Jessica twitched out of annoyance.
“It’d be funny to call you a virgin.”
“Shut up.” Jessica’s eyebrows were pointing downwards, a threat to Eunjung by default although the girl never minded Jessica’s threats.
“I bet you don’t say that in bed.”
Jessica’s eyes snapped open and narrowed, counteracting the purpose of the soothing massage. .
“Your tattoos are sexy, have your sex partners ever said anything?”
Eunjung inadvertently triggered Jessica’s mind with images and memories Tiffany, and just as she forced down her bubbling annoyance, Eunjung spoke up again.
“Or did you scare off all your sex partners, with that bad attitude of yours?”
Jessica reached behind her and gripped Eunjung’s wrists, switching their positions and pulling the girl beneath her.
“Shut up. Shut. Up. Shut. Up. Can’t you shut the fuck up for five minutes?!” Jessica held Eunjung’s arms above her head as she glowered down at her.
“S-sorry.” Eunjung expected a beating, not a scolding.
Jessica let out a sigh as she realized what she was doing. “Sorry.”
Suddenly the door clicked open behind them, “Ahjumma, there’s a lady here requesting I leave with her.” Jessica looked over her shoulder with Eunjung still captive between her legs.
There was a woman standing off to the side behind Suzy.
“Who is she?”
“I dunno, Hwayoung invited her in.”
“Why?”
“’Cause she’s pretty.”
Jessica stared at Suzy with unimpressed eyes.
Suddenly the woman behind Suzy shifted and moved forward.
“Excuse me, I’m-“ The woman came through the door and gaped.
Jessica returned the look, wide-eyed.
“Oh.” Tiffany stared at Jessica’s undressed body on top of another woman.
Jessica jerked her body off of Eunjung and ran towards Tiffany, but the other girl instinctively bolted out the door.
“Wait!” Jessica chased her retreating form to the living room and tackled her down.
“Don’t leave!” She hugged Tiffany from behind on the floor as part of the group stared from the couch and the rest stared from over the kitchen counter.
Tiffany struggled against Jessica and successfully removed her hands, but the older girl quickly pinned her down again.
“Please.” Jessica held her in a sleeper hold- a wrestling position- as everyone continued to stare at her with bulging eyes.
Tiffany’s body was disabled under the hold, her face reddening from exertion as she was reduced to a feeble glare.
Jessica stared down at Tiffany, lost. She didn’t really have much she could do, but that didn’t stop Jessica from lifting the girl off the ground and carrying her to her room.
Eunjung and Suzy were already standing outside her door, bewildered, as Jessica passed by them and shut the door with her foot.
Tiffany tried struggling against the girl’s hold again, and surprisingly, Jessica dropped her legs down and steadied Tiffany on her feet.
Tiffany’s head was down; she was scared to look Jessica in the eye. It would be redundant to say she was heartbroken, but now confusion took over as her dominant emotion.
Jessica had rushed over to the side of her bed and grabbed her shirt, hastily covering herself.
“I just came for Suzy.” Tiffany kept her head low, her eyes never leaving the ground as unanswered questions plagued her vulnerable mind.
Jessica looked over at her from the bed. Her emotions were high-strung and the source of her desires was in the same room as her. In fact, she was trapped in her room - there was no way she would let her leave now.
But then came the reminded reference of a bird in a cage.
Jessica’s mind started screaming Let her go, but the flame in her heart wouldn’t settle down. If she didn’t keep it under control, the fire would envelop Tiffany as it consumed herself from the inside out.
“Do you want to leave?” Jessica tried her best to glue her feet to the floor, maintain her distance, and not approach Tiffany again.
Tiffany’s mind was screaming Yes, but her heart was choking in waves of helpless yearning.
“You can’t ask me that when you begged me to stay.” Tiffany felt bold with her words, like a rabbit conversing with a fox.
“I was lost for a moment and you ran away.” Jessica almost stepped forward.
“You and your woman struck a blow to my emotions; you couldn’t expect me to stay.” Tiffany’s voice quivered, but her expression stayed rigid.
“Now that we’ve analyzed that; Eunjung was massaging my muscles when she said something, and I was just about to kill her for it when Suzy walked in. I’m sorry.”
“Why is everyone half-naked?” Tiffany gestured to the door and everyone outside.
“It’s a female-dominant house; it was strange for me too.” Jessica felt the atmosphere mellow down dramatically.
“Are you happy?” Tiffany shifted on her feet recalling what Taeyeon told her about Jessica’s feelings.
She’d be swallowing rocks somewhere to keep herself away, or finding another source of happiness.
Jessica’s desire pulled her feet forward, and Tiffany unconsciously moved back.
“Are you happy?” Tiffany looked up to meet Jessica’s eyes and her breath caught in her throat as the older girl dashed to her, pinning her against the wall.
“If you cared about my happiness, you wouldn’t leave this room.” Jessica’s eyes burned with suppressed hunger. Her breathing became heavy as Tiffany’s familiar scent wafted through her senses. Desire pumped from her heart as Tiffany’s whole being was enveloped in her fire.
Tiffany felt like she was drowning; Jessica took all her oxygen and she was helplessly weak for more.
*
“Lunch is ready, guys.” Suzy stood at the entrance of the kitchen as she called the group in.
“Is it okay to start without Jessica?” Hwayoung pulled her chair out and sat down, looking around uncertainly.
“Doesn’t sound like she’ll be done for a while.” Boram sat down at the head of the table.
“Can’t we eat somewhere farther away from her room? I don’t think I can eat with all the noise…” Jiyeon stood beside her chair, hoping someone would agree with her.
“It’s rule number four on Jessica’s family rule list to always eat dinner at the dinner table, I don’t think she’d want us to break it.” Eunjung smirked from her seat, laughing on the inside at how ironic Jessica’s sex life was.
“Just sit down.”
They were all aware of how sturdy Jessica’s German bedframe was and how strong Jessica herself was, but they were all surprised when the sound of the headboard banging against the wall reverberated throughout the kitchen, along with guttural screaming.
“Maybe she wouldn’t mind if we ate outside today.” Eunjung cringed at her food and was the first to get up, followed by the rest as they quickly evacuated.
On her way to the door, Eunjung spotted the woman’s bag that had fallen on the floor.
She quickly detoured towards the bag with her food in her other hand and placed it on the floor.
“Well, well, well, maybe she has something fun in here.” She squatted down beside the bag and looked towards Jessica’s bedroom door irritably, the noises continuing as she groaned and opened the bag.
Before Suzy was able to exit the door, she saw Eunjung messing with that woman’s bag and quickly made a detour to intercept her.
Eunjung found an envelope addressed to Suzy along with a knife and a gun.
Well wasn’t she safe.
Eunjung made a mental note to scold Hwayoung later. She then reached for the envelope, but suddenly had it snatched out of her hands.
“Unnie! How many times have we told you not to touch what’s not yours?” Suzy quickly collected the rest of the articles along with the bag and was about to walk away when Eunjung pulled her back down.
“Wait! There’s a letter addressed to you! Open it!!!” Eunjung took the bag back and produced the envelope that she had seen earlier and handed it to Suzy.
Tempted by curiosity, Suzy glanced at the envelope and without hesitation, ripped it open.
You Are Cordially Invited to
Kangin & Tiffany's
Wedding
There was a picture of her brother with ‘Tiffany.’
Suzy gaped before the letter was snatched unceremoniously out of her hands.
Eunjung quickly examined the paper before mirroring Suzy's shocked look and whispering conspiratorially, “She fucks married women!”
“That’s my soon-to-be sister-in-law!!” Suzy shouted and they both looked towards the closed door gingerly, debating whether they should interrupt. Or rather, whether they even could.
“We should go in and ask.”
“I’m not going in there.”
“She’s your sister-in-law.”
“Not yet.” Suzy was beyond baffled.
“She's fucking Jessica.”
“She’s getting fucked by Jessica.” Suzy wasn’t allowed to curse, but anger was beginning to boil in her chest and it loosened her mouth.
“Which is worse, right? Jessica does not simply, 'fuck', women.”
Suzy was about to rip the invitation to shreds before she came up with an idea.
“I’ll show this to Jessica, and she’ll fix everything. Maybe even stop her from marrying my brother.”
“Oh yeahhh.” Eunjung was always the instigator for stupid things.
“When do you think they’ll be done?” Suzy looked towards Eunjung with a queasy feeling in her gut.
“Beats me.” Eunjung bent down to claim her food from the floor and headed for the door with Tiffany’s bag in tow.
*
Jessica’s body was drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids as she rolled off Tiffany. Her muscles ached throughout her whole body, especially from her abdomen down. When she moved her arm up to get comfortable, she felt how raw her skin became from Tiffany's clawing.
Tiffany was passed out beside her, the snowy fur blanket complimenting her skin, but Jessica had already calmed down enough to just admire her beauty.
She glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that they had been locked in her room for almost a third of the day. Her body reeked of sex and sweat, but she couldn’t even get up to take a shower.
Her mind was slipping into slumber, but she couldn’t shake the fear of waking up alone.
Although, thinking more logically, Tiffany wouldn’t even be able to stand for the next day or two. That is, unless someone helped her, but she sure as hell wouldn't.
With that security, she let herself fall asleep.
*
“Suzy, go talk to Jessica now. I don’t think she should be letting that woman stay any longer, her wedding’s tomorrow.” Boram commanded and Suzy hesitantly approached Jessica’s door before knocking loudly.
Silence.
Suzy knocked again, before waiting another ten seconds.
Getting fed up with the thought of having her brother’s fiancée in bed with her newfound family, Suzy began banging on the door.
“AHJUMMA!!! OPEN UP!”
Silence engulfed the young girl again and her ire for the bride burned with a new passion.
That slut is taking everything I have!
Before she could initiate another series of pounding knocks on the door, it creaked open slightly and a fully-dressed Jessica appeared.
It was strange; no one ever fully dressed inside.
“Ahjumma, that girl is getting married to my brother, please get rid of her.”
After Suzy informed the older girl, she noticed the pain in the older girl’s eye. She figured it must have been from the long intimate battle she was having with the whore last night.
“Ahj-“
Jessica held up her hand to stop Suzy from talking, and then put a finger to her lips, signaling the girl to be quiet before stepping out of the doorway and limping to the living room.
She dropped down on a seat and motioned Suzy to sit.
“I know she’s supposed to marry your brother.” Jessica informed Suzy in a light voice as the younger girl gaped and stared at Jessica.
“Then why are you doing this?!” Suzy was beginning to feel betrayed.
How much more does Jessica know?
“Because I had her first.” Jessica spoke without any shame and it irked Suzy immensely.
“It’s not about who had her first, Ahjumma, it’s about who has her now. And right now, everyone wants her out of this house. The wedding is tomorrow!”
It was Jessica’s turn to be surprised, but the emotion failed her. The wedding being tomorrow would be a good explanation as to why Suzy was being fetched now.
“I don’t care, she’s not going.” Jessica looked away, towards her door and back at Suzy.
“Yes! She is! Send her back!”
The gang listlessly eavesdropped, attentive of Jessica’s answers.
“No.” Jessica looked down, emotions catching in her throat.
“She’s not yours! Send her home! For God’s sake, she’s probably sleeping with my brother too!” Suzy’s hands flailed in front of Jessica desperately to persuade her. She was so caught up in her own act, she was ignorant of the invisible knife she threw at Jessica.
“NO! SHE’S NOT!” Jessica abruptly stood up; her hands clenched painfully as everyone in the house stopped in their motions and stared at her.
“SHE’S MINE! SHE’S ALWAYS BEEN MINE! I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO’S EVER ALLOWED TO TOUCH HER! AND YOU’RE NOT ONE TO TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!” Jessica knew she should calm down. Suzy didn’t know the whole story.
No one does, except her.
Suzy backed away flabbergasted, and even though she knew Jessica probably had her reasons as well, nothing could change the fact Tiffany asked for Suzy when she got here, and the invitation was meant for her in all seriousness.
“If she were yours, she wouldn’t be marrying my brother.” The words came out a whisper, but everyone heard it. It was a harsh blow, but it was true.
Jessica winced, the pain settling in her chest. Her mind began telling her to let Tiffany go again.
Even though she had her for the moment, it didn’t mean she could have her forever.
The marriage was real; the invitation on the coffee table wasn’t lying. And the bride in the picture was in her room, and never did she request to stay there.
Jessica ran her nimble fingers through her ragged hair, smoothing out the tangles.
Without another word, she stalked back to her room.
She knew she’d rue this day, and tomorrow, forever.
*
Eunjung wondered if anyone else saw the straining tears in Jessica’s eyes. No one had ever set Jessica off like that before, and she pondered what she could do to help.
She walked back into her room and sat down at her desk. Out of boredom she began rummaging through her drawers before coming across the letters she found when they first became acquainted with Jessica.
Skimming through all of them, she now recognized two mentioned names in the letters: Tiffany and Jessica.
She decided to investigate everything in the pages before giving them back to Jessica later.
Confusion slowly infested Eunjung’s brain. Some lady was writing letters of love, but also betrayal. Some man was writing letters of love and apologies.
Soon both letters were beginning to fill with apologies, then plans, then children, then infidelity.
In the passage of the paper in her hands, she stared in utter disbelief.
Eunjung quickly stood from her chair, throwing all but that one letter onto her desk before sprinting out like a crazed animal.
“Jessiiiiica! JESSICA!” She ran to the girl’s room, only to find her door locked.
She quickly began banging, clawing, screaming.
“JESSICA! JESSICA! OH MY GOD! JESSICA!!”
Finally the door opened, Eunjung stared at the strange pale girl before her.
“Can I see your sister?” Eunjung watched her apprehensively with bulging, incredulous eyes.
“My what?” Tiffany gave her a puzzled look as she leaned on the doorframe for support.
Eunjung gaped once again. She vaguely realized that her mouth had been opening too much lately, and that meant something.
“Your sister! Your goddamn sister!! WHERE IS SHE?!” Eunjung practically pushed past the girl and into Jessica’s room. She heard the shower stop and rushed to the bathroom door before rapidly banging on that barrier.
“JESSICA!!! YOU SICK BASTARD! GET OUT-“
The door flung open and Jessica scowled so hard it looked like she was about to stab Eunjung.
“YOU FUCKED YOUR SISTER!!!!!”
Jessica stared at her, perplexed.
“Pardon?”
Eunjung gasped, suddenly questioning what air was.
Out of utter shock, she roughly shoved the paper into Jessica’s toweled body.
Jessica looked down at the paper and slowly smoothed it out.
She first recognized the name at the top; it was addressed to her father. She then skimmed the body, but her eyes began to slow down as she started gripping the page and inspecting every word in every sentence. Her hands began trembling, her head thumping. She finished reading the body of the letter and let her eyes fall to the sender’s name, dread weighing them down.
It was Tiffany’s mother.
Jessica loosened her grip on the paper, her eyes slowly wandering over to Tiffany’s fearful ones. Once their eyes met, Jessica instantly looked back at Eunjung.
“Where’s the rest of this?”
Eunjung pointed upwards, “In my room, on my desk.”
Jessica immediately ran to her closet before rushing out of her room, Tiffany slowly trailing behind her. Tiffany’s legs were still extremely sore; she felt like she’d fall at any second, when someone suddenly wrapped their arms around her waist, guiding her up.
Eunjung felt sympathy for them; especially for Tiffany. From what she read, her family was in the worst shape.
“I’m sorry.” Eunjung whispered, sufficiently chastened.
“For what?” Tiffany quizzically looked at Eunjung. The other girl looked down sorrowfully.
“For everything that may come.” Eunjung couldn’t bring herself to look back at Tiffany.
Tiffany kept quiet. They finally made it to the bedroom and Eunjung set her down on her chair.
Jessica was reading over all the letters. She looked defused, but there was still strong tension emanating from the rigid straightness of her back.
“What do they say?” Tiffany stared at Jessica, patiently waiting for the girl to inform her of their contents.
“We’re not related, my father didn’t cheat on anyone, my mother’s a piece of meat, and your father’s pathetically admirable. There’s nothing in here I wasn’t already told.” Jessica flipped through page after page.
Tiffany let out a relieved sigh, as did Eunjung.
“God, and I thought you were bad for having sex with married women.” Eunjung chuckled softly, but the pages stopped flapping and Tiffany’s head jerked upwards.
“Excuse me?” Tiffany spoke, glowering up at Eunjung.
“Who has sex with married women?” Tiffany’s words threatened Eunjung to answer her.
“Jessica?” Eunjung was intimidated as she cowered before the piercing look.
“Who are these married women you speak of?” Tiffany’s gaze hardened and she flickered her eyes to Jessica.
“So you are fucking other women?” Tiffany focused her attention on Jessica, but the older girl simply raised a brow.
“She’s talking about you.” Jessica put down the papers and watched with amusement as Tiffany turned back to Eunjung.
“I’m not married.” Tiffany looked at her like she was crazy.
“You’re getting married.” Eunjung stated factually as she stared back at Tiffany.
“Like hell!”
Eunjung’s ears perked up at the suddenly more-than-charming woman’s words. The vulgarities in her voice somehow made her look so sexy, which doubled over the revelation she wasn’t getting married.
“I’m straight.”
Silence filled the room as Jessica and Tiffany stared at Eunjung for a moment.
“Sorry, I was suddenly feeling attracted to you.” Eunjung blushed and backed away again as Jessica eyed her dangerously.
“You should take my place tomorrow.” Tiffany’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“What?” Jessica and Eunjung both turned their attention to the queer girl.
Looks like Eunjung isn't the only one capable of stupid ideas.
“You have pale skin, almost identical structure, who gives a fuck, TAKE MY PLACE!” Tiffany tried jumping out of her seat, but a jolt of pain shot through her lower body.
Jessica quickly assisted the girl back down and looked at her seriously.
“Tiffany, you can’t do that. Just go back to your father, I’m sure he’s expecting you back now.” Jessica’s heart churned, but she didn’t let her emotions mix with her actions anymore.
Tiffany stared at Jessica, disappointment and hurt set into her features.
“No, I don’t want to go.” She clung onto Jessica’s shirt as if the girl in front of her would vanish the moment she let go.
“Your father will kill me.” Jessica lifted her lips forcefully into a crooked grin. It irked Tiffany and the girl pulled her into another kiss, not minding where they were.
Jessica broke away, commenting wryly, “But not if you kill me first.” She inhaled and exhaled, her eyes never leaving Tiffany’s pained ones.
“I’m sorry for before.” Tiffany refused to let go of Jessica’s shirt, but Jessica suddenly grasped her hands, plucking them away.
“I already forgave you before there was anything to forgive.” Jessica smiled brokenly.
“Don’t you dare let this be goodbye.” Tiffany wrapped her fingers behind Jessica’s neck and pulled her forward.
Eunjung slipped out the door while she still could.
“It was goodbye a long time ago.” Jessica gripped the armrests, refusing to come any closer to Tiffany.
The other girl struggled in her chair, but the older girl had always been stronger.
Tears started gathering in Tiffany’s eyes, “No it wasn’t!”
Jessica removed one of her hands from the armrest and moved it down to Tiffany’s crotch. She lightly brushed against it and a yelp escaped Tiffany’s lips.
“Even if you want me to touch you again, I’ll only hurt you more.” Jessica applied more pressure onto the girl’s sensitive area and Tiffany quickly grasped her wrist to hinder her movement.
“We can at least try.” Tiffany’s jaw tightened as Jessica pressed against her grip, her fingers pushing Tiffany’s panties inside.
“Do you want me to keep pushing? Because that’s how it’s going to be if we keep trying.” Jessica secretly enjoyed herself above Tiffany, sadistically enjoying her temporary triumph.
“But we’ve never even tried before.” Tiffany was holding Jessica’s arms with both hands now, her grip weakening from painful pleasure.
Jessica knew very well how tactful Machii could be, especially whenever Jessica wasn't expecting it.
“Then let's keep you here until tomorrow. We'll fight against anyone who tries to take you away from me.” Jessica's voice steadily gained conviction as she began to realize the true extent to which she missed the other girl.
“I can’t guarantee you’ll be satisfied with me or your father tomorrow, but there will be no more running. You deserve to see the worst of us.” She tugged off Tiffany’s panties as she raised the younger girl’s legs to discard the piece of cloth.
Tiffany’s teeth clenched at the first touch and her hands flew to Jessica's head. “Just don’t stop.”
*