Chapter 4

After the post-match interview, it was already late.

Outside, a light rain began to fall, pattering softly.

I had just turned from the dim alley behind the building into the parking lot when a hand pulled me into a car nearby.

“My dear, trying to run away again?”

The cold scent of rain coiled around us, but the warmth of the boy pressing close was scorching.

A word flashed through my mind.

Youthful vigor.

I tried to struggle a bit, but he only held me tighter.

So I had to explain patiently,

“No, weren’t you still being interviewed? I just went to take care of something, didn’t expect you to finish so soon…”

“My dear always says things so nicely. No one ever knows what you’re really thinking.”

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his lips brushing against my ear.

His breath was hot.

He exhaled, stirring my hair, leaving a tingling, itchy feeling behind.

“The interview wasn’t over, but I was bored to death. I wanted to see you, so I slipped out early.”

Young boys, their energy is truly boundless.

Under the dim glow of the car’s lights, his kisses fell on me, one after another.

In the end, his canine tooth pressed lightly into the back of my neck, a faint prick of pain:

“My dear, it’s time to keep your promise.”

“I won the match. How are you going to reward me tonight?”

“I…”

My vision blurred.

I blinked away the tears brimming from desire before I could utter a word.

But in my clearing vision, I saw two incredibly familiar figures appear.

“That’s right, Julian, this is Leo Archer’s car!”

The next second, Chloe Parker bent down and knocked on the window.

Her tone was warm and eager,

“Leo Archer, I’m your fan. Could you sign an autograph for me and my boyfriend?”