Chap 143: Ruin Me

[Warning: Mature Content. Skip if you can’t handle steam]

The conversation at the base ended with Zod assuming the incident had been caused by a Leak. Saeda felt a headache building and pressed her hand to her temple. She looked down at the spinning floor, realizing her aura-sensing had vanished again. But her attention was immediately drawn to the two bodies appearing in the mission base.

A sudden thud froze Miko and Zod in their tracks as the two statues faded into existence. They turned to see Saeda lying flat on the ground. Miko dashed to her side first, while the Lieutenant closed all the hologram screens around her.

It took fifteen minutes for Kie and Tee to fully teleport. Kie, holding Tee in his arms, was flooded with questions. How could a simple day at an amusement park spiral into such a nightmare?

The medics quickly took Tee away.

Later, Saeda’s gaze sharpened against the high ceiling as she leaned forward from her bed. It was only her and Tee in the infirmary. She clutched her head, recalling the headache that had begun when her aura-sensing failed—the most painful she had ever experienced. But why was Tee here? Had she suffered a headache too? She was dressed in white trousers as well.

Concern for Tee was shoved aside by thoughts of her own room. She left the infirmary, passing Primus soldiers as if she were a ghost in white.

Saeda pulled her striped shirt down below her waist and studied herself in the mirror. Her hair had never looked wilder, but her aura-sensing dominated her thoughts, until the growl from her stomach wiped her mind clean. She grabbed her tablet, stepped out of the room, and soon her nostrils caught the aroma of something freshly baked.

Kie spotted her walking by and approached. “Hey, Saeda. Nice to see you up and about.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, his voice nervous. “Is Tee up yet?”

“Thanks. And no—she was still sleeping the last time I checked.”

That answer seemed to push Kie over the edge.

Tee woke to the high ceiling of the infirmary and the smell of savory meat. She sat up, shocked to see Kie there. Didn’t she break up with him? Why was he still so persistent?

He got up, leaving the snack bag behind, and sat on the edge of her bed. Furrowing his brows, he asked gently, “Are you alright? Do you need another massage? You look worn out.”

Flashes of people screaming with joy on rides, then a red explosion, ran through her mind for a moment.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Forget about that for now,” he said. “How do you feel?”

Deep down, he wanted to know why she had broken up with him. What happened at the park could wait. He needed answers about them first.

He sighed. “Why? Why did you break up with me? Is it Karen? Or something I said?”

Frustrated, she clenched both hands into fists and said sharply, “It’s not you. It’s me.”

“I don’t understand,” Kie replied.

“Pray you never do,” she muttered under her breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“No. I want to understand,” he said firmly, showing he had heard her.

She looked away, cursing softly under her breath.

“Forget it,” Tee said, decisively. She wasn’t going to tell him she was a hybrid.

He figured perhaps it was time he started loosening up to her. He was serious about spending his life with her, and that meant no closed doors. He took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to say. His voice was low and heavy. 

“Look, I don’t like talking about my family, alright. Before things went south, it was me, my older brother, mom and dad. One day dad just left us…no warning or reason. Then mom got sick and died from heartbreak. I know that’s why she died. My brother and I had no one to take us in and so we ended up in an orphanage. One day my brother escaped, leaving me all alone.”

Kie’s voice cracked on the last word, but he pushed through it, staring past Tee as though the memories were carved into the lake’s dark surface.

“All alone,” he repeated quietly. “No note. No goodbye. Just… gone.”

Tee’s throat tightened. She hadn’t known the pieces of him ran that deep.

“I swore back then,” Kie went on, “that if I ever found someone who actually stayed… someone who chose me… I’d hold on to them with everything I had.” He swallowed hard. “And when you came along, Tee…when you gave me a chance. I thought—” His breath shuddered. “I thought maybe I wasn’t meant to be left behind anymore.”

Tee opened her mouth to speak, but he moved first, his hand lifting and then faltering halfway—as if unsure he had the right to reach for her anymore.

“You said you need time alone,” he whispered. “I get that. I do.” He drew in a breath that trembled. “But I need you to understand something too.”

His eyes drifted toward hers—raw, unguarded.

“When people say they need space, they usually come back.” A soft, broken laugh escaped him. “But that’s not how it works in my head. Because everyone I’ve ever trusted walked away and didn’t look back.”

The truth hung heavy in the air.

He forced himself to look at her, even as it hurt. “So when you say you’re not sure about us… when you pull back like that…” His jaw locked as he tried to keep himself steady. “It feels like you just joined the list.”

A flash of pain crossed his face—quick, but sharp enough to bleed into the way he blinked rapidly.

“I know you don’t mean to,” he said softly. “...Hope you didn’t. But it feels like betrayal. Like I wasn’t enough again.”

Tee’s breath hitched, guilt sinking like a weight in her chest.

Kie turned away, shaking his head, voice barely audible. “And the stupid part? Even now, even feeling like this… I’d still choose you.”

He exhaled, long and shaky.

Tee couldn’t believe he chose to open up to her like that. She shuffled closer and hugged him. He felt how bare her chest was and he remembered they're nude under those white trousers. 

“You feel so naked,” he said softly. “I’ve never seen Karen naked, she never let me… It was always in the dark.”

Tee didn’t like the mention of that woman. She wasn’t surprised an MG off had abused him—they were all scum. But why had he ruined the moment by bringing her name up?

Silence then he asked telepathically while staring at her chest. 

“Can I look?”

Tee spaced out for a second, her mind racing. Was he actually asking her to reveal her bare chest to him? Did he not understand boundaries, or was this some twisted way of testing her? She felt a hot flush of irritation mixed with disbelief. Was he finally revealing the real reason he wanted that relationship, and Mr. Nice Guy wasn’t so nice after all?

And yet… a part of her couldn’t deny the spark that ran through her at his gaze, the heat of the moment, the closeness between them. Her chest tightened for reasons that had nothing to do with anger. The thought made her heart thump faster, an undeniable, nerve-tingling pull she hadn’t wanted to admit. She hated that she wanted him, hated how her body betrayed her mind even as her brain screamed caution.

Still, another part—the ever-calculating side—wondered if that was a test, a trap, or some bizarre way of gauging her reaction. But the thought of teasing him back, of letting herself linger on that dangerous line, made her shiver in anticipation.

“Don’t you already know what it looks like?”

He brushed a hand over his hair. “Yeah, but not in real life.”

Tee rolled her eyes.

Something about him at that moment felt innocent—almost genuine. Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt and revealed her bare chest.

She simply looked at him—exposed and stunning.

He stared, breath stolen. 

Her breasts were beautifully plump, not in an exaggerated way, but full—supple, natural like something meant to be cradled in warmth and reverence. The roundness of it drew his eyes. Her nipples, full and breathtakingly beautiful, impossible to ignore, their subtle tightening in the air. 

She pulled her shirt back together, but he gently caught her wrist, stopping her from fastening the buttons. His hand slipped just beneath the fabric, resting lightly against her stomach.

“You’re so beautiful,” he thought to her.

A shiver ran over her and her heart beat loudly in her head. Everything got silent, and she could hear even his heart beating. She remembered when Jack used to whisper words like that to her—before he turned cold. The thought faded as quickly as it came.

His fingertips drifted higher, tracing a slow path upward. Her breath caught in her throat. Her skin felt warm and smooth beneath his touch.

“Kie...” she gasped, voice uneven.

He leaned in to her. She didn't move away.

He lowered his head, kissing her collarbone. She shivered beneath his lips, wondering where he was taking things…

His hand cupped her breast slowly, with care, his thumb brushing lightly above her nipple—just enough to make her inhale sharply, a sound between need and disbelief.

“Do you like that?” he asked in her head. 

She could only nod, her voice caught in her throat and her mind blank. Her hands steady, anchored him, urging him on. 

He kissed her again—lower, deeper—each one slow and unhurried, as if carefully undoing her defenses, until she eased back onto the bed beneath him. She trembled as the gentle heat of his lips pressed against her nipple. His tongue teased it first, slow and deliberate, then biting gently before his lips closed around it in a deep, lingering pull, awakening every sensitive nerve. Her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth parted as if she were surrendering to something long held inside.

He looked at her—breathless, caught somewhere between hesitation and hunger.

Then, without a word, he pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor.

Tee eased back on the bed, had her own shirt loose and open, her skin still tingling where his lips had been. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, the warmth of him lingering on her like a pull she couldn’t escape. She felt her whole body respond, warm and eager, and getting wetter as her gaze lingered on him while he slowly undressed.

The lights traced every line of his body—shoulders, chest, the curve of his waist. He was all heat and restrained hunger.

But it wasn’t his chiseled six-pack that held her captive. It was something far more magnetic. Without any trousers to cage it, his long, thick dick stood up, pulsing slightly in the open air. She hadn’t imagined it could rise so high, so fiercely alive beneath her gaze.

He moved between her legs, his hand gliding slowly up her thigh. She pulled her pants down. Her body tensed, then relaxed, opening for him instinctively.

“I’m going in,” he thought softly.

Her fingers curled into his shoulders, nails grazing skin. “Yes,” she whispered, voice low and raw with need. “Do whatever you want with me,” she thought back.

He moved slowly — deliberately — entering her as though her body was something sacred. Her breath caught, her spine arching. Her hands clutched him tighter, grounding herself in him. 

Their bodies moved closer together, slow and deep. Her walls stretched to take him in, as she got filled up inside. Every nerve at her clit exploded in pleasure, tears building at her eyes. Words couldn't even form in her mind. 

The familiar warm, tight feeling around his dick made him groan. Every move sent waves of pleasure through his body. The snug feeling was perfect, which was less than he could say for Karen. Damn, he hated having that whore in his head. 

Tee moved her hip, the sensation taking his mind away. 

“You’re... incredible,” he murmured, voice broken. With a slow, knowing smirk, he whispered against her skin, “You’re so tight… so deliciously warm.” 

A slick drop of drool pooled at his lips, heavy with anticipation. He began to thrust in and out of her.

She could only moan, her body rising to meet his, her legs wrapping around his waist to draw him closer, deeper. Each slow thrust stirred something deep inside her, a delicious pressure building where their bodies met, the friction sending sparks along her nerves. 

His hands explored her, holding her as if he feared she'd vanish. Tee swore Kie’s abs were carved by some divine hand. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from them as he fucked her.

Every nerve at the tip of his swollen cock burned with sharp pleasure that took his breath away. With each thrust, the tight, wet grip held him close, moving over him with a steady, strong pressure that felt alive. No hand could match it. That was warmth and strength wrapped around him, pulling and stroking from deep inside.

She felt untamed, primal—like something wild had been unleashed inside her. The rush was intoxicating, a freedom that gripped her hard and refused to let go. She couldn’t stop, didn’t want it to stop. 

He pulled her gently forward until she settled on his lap, her legs curling around his waist, their bodies fitting together like they were made for that closeness. Her hardened nipples grazed against him, sending shivers down her spine. They kissed hungrily, arms exploring each other’s hair and back. 

She pushed him back so she was above him. With the stretch of him inside her, she began to move, rising slowly, then sinking back down, pulling a soft gasp from her lips. Each downward glide seated him deeper, filling her with a pressure so rich it made her toes curl. The rhythm built—slow, sensual, relentless—her slick heat stroking every inch of him with silken grip.

“You're driving me crazy,” he panted. He resisted the urge to spank her to urge her on. For their first time that may be too much. 

Tee bit her lip, staring down at him as she moved, each slow grind stealing another breath from her. Heat flooded through her, rising so fast she couldn’t hold it back. The moment hit her hard.

Her breath cracked, her body tightening as a wave of pleasure tore through her.

Her hands spanned his abs as she convulsed around him, her juices squirting out. She folded into the feeling, shaking, barely able to breathe through the rush that overtook her. 

But even as the shiver ran its course, she wasn’t done.

“Damn,” he moaned as she continued to grind. He pulled her down. He kissed her throat, her shoulder, her lips. “Keep going,” he breathed.

He moved with her, for her. The world outside them faded into shadow and silence.

Her hips rolled with growing urgency, each rise and fall more desperate, more chaotic, as if her body instinctively knew how close they were to the edge. 

He pulled her down and rolled to the side to get above her and kept thrusting.

Tee panted hard, her fingers raking his sweaty back, “Deeper… just like that—oh, yes, that's it. Don't stop,” she breathed, her voice ragged, eyes fluttering shut as her thighs tightened around him.

He gripped her waist hard, fingers digging into her skin, guiding her rhythm as his own thrusts grew deeper, sharper. His jaw clenched. “You feel so damn good,” he groaned against her throat, breath hot and uneven.

She felt him swell inside her—thicker, harder—his breaths coming in broken gasps. “Freck… It's coming,” he growled, his voice a low rumble, trembling with restraint.

Then, with a choked sound that was half-moan, half-growl, his body locked beneath hers. “Ah—crap,” he gasped, spilling into her, heat pulsing through every twitching muscle as his release hit in rhythmic waves.

The moment she felt him throb deep inside, her own climax surged up like fire. Her walls fluttered around him, clenching hard, her head falling back. “Yes—yes,” she cried out, voice high and breathless, as pleasure tore through her in rippling shudders. “Oh god, Kie.”

Their moans tangled in the air, overlapping and raw. His arms wrapped around her back, holding her. Her hands slid into his hair, anchoring herself to the warmth of his skin, the sound of his heartbeat pounding against her chest.

They stayed like that—breathless, tangled, trembling—until only silence remained, save for the soft sound of their breathing and the occasional, involuntary twitch of aftershock. Her cheek rested against his neck as she whispered, barely audible, “I don’t want it to end.”

He smiled into her hair, still catching his breath. “Me either,” he murmured. “Round two?”

“Ruin me,” she whispered, pulling him close. Her lips met his in a fierce kiss, arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, her bare chest pressing hot against him.

They went at it again, and spent an hour making love.