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Author: Sage_Ryuuzen
last update publish date: 2026-04-28 21:54:24

​August had been standing in the corner for five minutes, unmoving, his phone gripped so tightly in his hand that the casing groaned.

​He watched them.

​He watched the way his grandfather leaned forward, eyes sparkling with a mischievous vitality that August hadn't seen in years. He watched Spring laughing without restraint as she tried to navigate a chessboard. The scene was domestic, warm, and utterly revolting to him.

​How? The question hammered against his skull. How could his grandfather,
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    ​I struggled wildly beneath him, twisting my hips and slamming my elbows into his hard chest.But it was like trying to move a mountain. He was entirely unyielding. He shifted his weight pinning my thighs down with his heavy knees, completely neutralizing my movements until I was entirely at his mercy.​His hand left my mouth. Before I could draw enough breath to scream, he dropped his head, burying his face directly between my thighs.​"No! Stop it! Get off me, August!" I screamed. My voice cracked in pure panic as I thrashed against the mattress.​August ignored my cries completely. His mouth crashed down onto the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his teeth biting down hard enough to leave a deep mark before his tongue began to aggressively stroke upward.At the same time, his fingers slid directly between my legs, finding my center with an unpolished dominant friction that made me gasp.​"Ah!" A sharp involuntary sound escaped my throat.​Despite the terror, despite the hatred burni

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