I Need the True Ending to Graduate - Chapter 26

“……!”

At Evan Bell’s calm confession, I was shocked for a moment. Then my vision blurred, my body temperature rose, and strength drained from me.

“Ugh…”

As my body collapsed, the teacup I had been holding fell to the floor.

It rolled silently across the thick carpet. The carpet darkened with a wet stain from the spilled tea.

But there was no time to care about such things. My vision flickered, and even keeping my eyes open felt unbearable.

As I lay collapsed on the sofa, breathing hot and heavy, Evan Bell, who had been watching me, set his teacup down. Then his face returned to the familiar expression I knew so well.

A cold and arrogant look, filled with hostility, hatred, and icy anger.

Looking down at me, he said, “…I didn’t think you would already know that tea. It has a pleasant fragrance, and I thought the sweetness of the honey would mask it well. I almost got caught.”

I asked, “Why… are you doing this? If you had simply given the order yourself, Boss, without resorting to this…”

“You mean you would have eaten it without a word?”

“……”

“I know. Because we made a contract that you would obey me unconditionally in bed.”

“Then why…?”

“Well… I just felt like betraying you once. Maybe I wanted to see that look of betrayal in your eyes.”

Evan Bell spoke as if he were watching a fire across the river, then added, “Or maybe I wanted to see you cry, clinging to me.”

‘This man is completely insane.’

Seeing Evan Bell’s cold sneer, I clicked my tongue inwardly. But my body was already heating up helplessly, and strangely enough, this kind of play wasn’t all that bad.

…Aside from the dirty feeling of having been struck hard from behind.

Evan Bell leaned back arrogantly on the sofa and snapped his fingers. In an instant, cuffs and shackles bound my hands and feet.

“What is this…?”

Flustered, I struggled weakly under the influence of the drug, but I had already lost all freedom of movement.

“It’s a magical restraint. It won’t be undone without my permission.”

“Ah…”

I had thought he was just a successful businessman, but now I was shocked to discover he could use magic. Just then, darkness swallowed my vision.

Not figuratively, but literally—I couldn’t see anything.

I moved my bound hands toward my eyes and realized there was now a blindfold tied over them.

“That blindfold cannot be removed unless I take it off myself.”

At Evan Bell’s polite explanation, I asked, “…What do you want me to do?”

“Miss Lucia, you just have to stay as you are.”

“What…?”

At his absurd answer, I asked again, and Evan Bell clinically explained today’s play.

“The drug you took will last for three hours. For three hours, you will lie still on the sofa and endure until the effect wears off. That is all you have to do.”

“Really, that’s all?”

“Yes. That’s it. You just need to lie bound tightly and suffer. Isn’t that what you sold to me, Miss Lucia?”

“……”

“No one is coming anyway, so I want you to fall apart, cry out in pain, and writhe in misery.”

With my eyes covered, I couldn’t tell what kind of expression he wore as he said those words, but it certainly wasn’t a happy or joyful face.

Surely it was a face chilled with possessiveness and obsession.

The moment I pictured that face in the darkness, my heart tightened with excitement.

‘If only this blindfold weren’t here, I could see it with my own eyes.’

Swallowing that regret in my heart, I suddenly felt a strange hand against my cheek.

It wasn’t hard to guess it was Evan Bell’s.

The hand brushing against my cheek was large and rough. In stark contrast to the elegant suit he wore.

Yet at the same time, the way his hand stroked my cheek was gentle and cautious. Perhaps it was because of his warmth, but it almost felt like some kind of affection.

‘No way, am I actually feeling affection from this kind of man…?’

I wavered between reason and sensation, when Evan Bell whispered to me.

“I’ll be watching you constantly. If you need me, call for me.”

With that final piece of advice—whether kind or sinister, I couldn’t tell—his hand slowly left my cheek.

And just like that, I was left alone on the sofa. My limbs bound tightly.

***

“Hngh…”

How much time had passed since I drank that suspicious tea?

Now, enduring the heat surging through my body, I lay sprawled on the sofa, letting out groaning moans.

At first, my body temperature had risen sharply and my vision had flickered, but as time passed, my body became unbearably sensitive, clearly craving pleasure.

But no stimulation of any kind was allowed for me. Evan Bell hadn’t touched me, nor did he show any sign of intending to.

“Hngh, ahh… haa…”

With every hot breath I exhaled, I longed for the huge dildo Evan Bell had attached to the chair last time.

I desperately wished that very object, which had seemed too big to even fit inside me, would now thrust into me immediately.

Just imagining that slick, massive object forcefully prying open my entrance and shoving deep into my tightening walls made me clench down below on its own.

‘Ah… anything would be fine, as long as it torments me to the fullest…’

It didn’t even have to be his cock. A dildo would do, even just his fingers would do. Anything would be fine, as long as it soothed the fire raging through my body.

I recalled the words Evan Bell had spoken to me.

“I’ll be watching you constantly. If you need me, call for me.”

Now seemed like the time to call for him.

I couldn’t endure this state any longer. Without some form of stimulation, I felt like I would truly go insane.

And as long as he tormented me in any way, I felt I could obey any humiliating command without hesitation.

If this was his way of training me, then he had succeeded completely.

Swallowing the saliva pooling in my mouth, I twisted my body toward where I thought Evan Bell was seated.

And I called for him.

“…Boss.”

“……”

There was no reply.

With a heart truly desperate, I called for him again. Both my body and heart were urgent.

“Boss.”

“……”

“Haa, I can’t… ngh. I can’t stand it anymore…”

As I said that, I rubbed my thighs together. The friction of skin on skin gave only a faint stimulation. But it wasn’t nearly enough to quell the heat raging inside me.

Yet my body welcomed even that faint friction, as juices spilled out and drenched my thighs messily.

“Hngh…!”

The sensation of liquid flowing down my skin only heightened the stimulation, and without realizing it, I trembled with arousal.

“I really… can’t take it anymore.”

“……”

“Boss. Ah…!”

“……”

“I’ll do anything. Whatever you command, I’ll obey, so please…”

“……”

It felt like I was pleading not with Evan Bell, but with a giant wall.

Only silence answered me.

‘How can I get him to respond?’

Surely he didn’t plan to leave me abandoned until the drug wore off…?

As that thought occurred to me, chills ran down my spine.

It was already unbearable, and yet I didn’t know how much longer I would have to endure this excruciatingly heightened sensitivity.

Anxiety gnawed at me. Even so, my body still desperately craved pleasure. Like a balloon filled to bursting, I felt I would pop at any moment.

“…Boss.”

“……”

“Haa… Boss.”

“……”

“Boss Bell.”

“Ngh, Mr. Bell.”

“……”

“Bell.”

“……”

“Ah… Evan.”

Without thinking, I called him by his name, desperate for any reply.

Regardless of the agreed form of address, I thought that if I called him any way I could, at least once he would answer.

And finally, when I called his name, Evan Bell responded.

“I was wondering when you’d finally call for me. You really are something.”

His tone was neither clearly disdainful, nor admiring, nor mocking, leaving me unable to tell.

“I heard from the seller that ordinary people can barely endure thirty minutes, and the sexual urges become overwhelming. Yet you endured for two hours.”

‘…Me?’

I forgot my pleading and froze in shock at the unexpected revelation.

‘Wait, it’s been two hours?’

Wasn’t time supposed to crawl in situations like this? I thought maybe an hour had passed, but only ten minutes in reality.

But to learn I had lain on the sofa, breathing raggedly and suffering from arousal, for two whole hours—how could that be possible?

Unless time had skipped ahead, it made no sense.

‘Or… did I black out for a while?’

Perhaps I had lost consciousness without realizing, swallowed up by the crushing sexual desire.

It was absurd, but I couldn’t explain it any other way.

While I was caught in bewilderment, Evan Bell’s footsteps approached, and soon after, I heard the rustle of his clothes and his scent brushed past my nose.

‘Ha… this is crazy.’

Just the realization that Evan Bell had come closer made me tremble with excitement.

To think that from a single cup of tea, I had become this much of a pervert, unable to handle myself.

It made my mind go hazy in more ways than one.

Evan Bell asked, “Do you need me, Miss Lucia?”