NOVEL WEB Chapter 13: Pervert
Junior and Emma slipped out of the orphanage through the creaking wooden door, its hinges groaning softly in protest against the night's stillness.
"Let's go. We don't have much time to look for her before it gets fully dark," said Emma, her voice edged with worry as her anxious eyes darted toward the horizon where the sun was sinking fast.
"Yeah, I understand. Lead the way," Junior replied, his tone calm but firm.
Without wasting another moment, Emma turned and bolted forward, her feet pounding against the dirt path. Junior followed close behind, the cool evening air brushing past their faces as the distant chirp of crickets began to fill the growing silence of dusk.
As they ran further from the orphanage, their hurried footsteps echoed faintly, and two shadowy figures emerged in the distance. Both were cloaked from head to toe in heavy garments that hid their features entirely. The hoods draped low over their faces made it impossible to catch even a glimpse of their expressions. The figures walked with an air of purpose, their movements synchronized, almost deliberate.
Emma and Junior reached the spot where the cloaked figures stood but didn't pause. They sped past them, their focus locked on their mission. Yet, something about the figures tugged at Junior's instincts. Glancing back quickly, his brows furrowed as he took a second look. The way they moved… the direction they were heading… It unsettled him.
In his mind, Junior thought, "Those two look suspicious. And aren't they heading toward the orphanage? Maybe I'm overthinking it." Shaking off the thought, he turned his attention forward and quickened his pace to keep up with Emma.
Behind them, One of the figures came to a halt, turning her head slightly as Emma and Junior disappeared into the distance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled back her hood, letting her cloak slip enough to reveal her striking features.
She was a dark elf, her skin as deep and flawless as the midnight sky. Her long, silvery-white hair tumbled free, framing a face that was both sharp and mesmerizing, her high cheekbones and full lips hinting at a dangerous beauty. Her piercing violet eyes glinted with amusement, and the curve of her smile was both predatory and enticing. Beneath her cloak, her alluring figure was undeniable,her full chest and shapely curves moved with a grace that seemed almost hypnotic.
She turned to the figure beside her. "Do you think the prince noticed us, Serah?" Her voice was sultry, a smooth melody that lingered in the air.
The other figure paused and reached up to pull back her hood as well. Serah's petite frame stood in sharp contrast to her companion's striking presence. Her sharp green eyes scanned the distance with a keen focus, framed by short, slightly messy chestnut hair. Her assassin's outfit, made of tightly fitted black leather, clung to her compact frame, built for agility and stealth. She wasn't intimidating by size, but the deadly precision in her movements and the quiet intensity in her gaze gave away her expertise.
"No, Zyrith. It's impossible," Serah replied, her tone clipped and professional as she adjusted a blade strapped to her belt. "Our source says the prince wasn't smart enough to prevent his mother's death, let alone sense us."
Zyrith chuckled softly, her violet eyes flicking back in the direction Emma and Junior had gone. "Perhaps. But he has a look about him,one that stirs trouble. He glanced back at us. Maybe he felt something."
Serah shook her head, her voice dismissive. "Even if he did, it doesn't matter. The orphanage is close. Let's stick to the plan."
"Agreed." Zyrith's smile widened, her amusement evident.
Serah glanced back one last time, her voice dripping with a sultry undertone as she said, "Don't you think the prince was kind of cute? He's just my type." A string of saliva glistened at the corner of her lips, her body shivering with excitement.
Zyrith let out an exasperated sigh, crossing their arms. "Can't you control yourself, at least until the mission is over?" They shot her a glare, her expression filled with disdain.
"Oh Zyrith," she purred, a teasing smile on her lips. "I love it when you look at me like that, full of disdain. Keep looking at me." Her words dripped with unbridled desire as she ran a hand across her chest, playing with her visible hardened nipples under her clothing.
"Why does the leader always team me up with this pervert?" Zyrith sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose as if to calm themselves. " Killing the prince now won't interfere with our plans."
"I don't want to have sex with a dead body. I want someone alive. It would be a waste to kill someone so cute," Serah replied nonchalantly, her tone tinged with a twisted longing. Her hand moved downwards, slipping beneath her waistband as she indulged herself without shame, her distant yet fixated gaze lost in while she keeps fingering herself with images of the prince face.
"You're insane," Zyrith muttered under their breath, ignoring Serah's inappropriate behavior and reaching for the whistle tied to their waist. Bringing it to their lips, they blew sharply. The sound, inaudible to human ears, seemed to ripple through the air and within moments, four shadowy figures emerged from the darkness. Their forms bent low in submission, the faint glint of their weapons catching the dim light.
"Lady Zyrith, we await your orders, ma'am," they said in unison, their voices cold and detached.
"I want you to kill the prince," Zyrith commanded, her tone firm and unyielding.
"Please don't harm his pretty face!" Serah interjected loudly, cutting through the tense atmosphere.
"Consider it done," the shadows replied in unison before vanishing, their forms dissipating into the air like smoke.
"Now, can we get going?" Zyrith turned to Serah but felt more disgusted by her. Without waiting for an answer, they started walking with determined steps, leaving Serah to catch up.
Serah ran after them while also pleasuring herself, shouting "Please let me cum!" while she keeps fingering her pussy,moaning loudly as she walks right behind zyrith.