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While gazing at Mikaela, who seemed to still be resting in his embrace with his cock still buried inside her pussy, Allen finally asked, "So, can you explain why you're like this?"
Mikaela turned to look at him, her expression tense, her eyes searching his face as if looking for a crack—any sign that this wasn't real.
"This is about your wedding invitation," she said quietly, almost afraid of the words coming out of her mouth. "That has to be a lie… right? It's a joke, isn't it?"
She said it the way someone clings to the last possible answer they want to hear, waiting—hoping—praying that Allen would say yes, that he'd laugh and tell her it was all a misunderstanding.
Hearing that, Allen finally seemed to understand what Mikaela had been carrying all this time—the confusion, the fear, the quiet panic she hadn't known how to voice. His expression softened, but there was no hesitation in his eyes.
"It's not a lie," he said calmly, his arms still wrapped around her, holding her close as if letting go would only make things worse.
Mikaela's breath hitched.
"No… you're kidding, right?" she said again, her voice trembling now, disbelief written all over her face. "You have to be."
But Allen didn't laugh.
He didn't dodge the question.
He simply shook his head.
And in that small, silent gesture, everything Mikaela had been afraid of suddenly felt real.
"Then I want you to cancel your wedding," Mikaela said, clearly still refusing to give up. "You already have me now. I don't want you marrying someone else."
"I'm sorry," Allen replied quietly. "That's something I can't do."
"Why…?" Mikaela asked, her voice trembling. "Don't you love me? After everything I've done… after everything I've given?"
"Of course I love you," Allen said, holding her close, his tone firm yet gentle. "But I also love Raviel, Tiamat, and the others," he continued honestly. "And because of that… I'm not willing to give any of them up. I'm going to marry them too—and you're included as well, of course," Allen added with a small smile.
That eased Mikaela a little. Hearing Allen say that he loved her too made her feel relieved, and strangely enough, she didn't seem to completely hate the idea of him wanting to marry her as well. Perhaps it was because, right now, the harem halo above Allen's head was quietly doing its work behind the scenes.
But then, she realized something.
"Wait—" Mikaela froze. "You said Tiamat… and the others?"
She stared at him in disbelief, clearly struggling to process what she had just heard.
"I thought you were only marrying Raviel," she said slowly. "Why are you mentioning Tiamat and others? Are you seriously telling me you're planning some kind of open relationship or something like that?"
Her voice rose slightly, confusion mixing with shock.
Allen let out a light sigh, scratching the back of his head like someone explaining something awkward but unavoidable.
"Well… yeah," he said bluntly. "That's basically how it is."
"Then what about Raviel?" Mikaela asked, clearly thinking about something else now. "Is she really okay with this—especially with you?"
Allen nodded, of course. "Yeah... even that whole thing was actually Raviel's idea."
"If that's the case, then you have to marry me too," Mikaela said, a bit excited, and tried to move, but right now she was in pain while holding her bulging belly because Allen's cock was still hard and standing inside her womb.
"Ahhh," Mikaela said with a slight moan.
"Hey... Hey, at least you have to finish your studies first for something like that," Allen said.
This, of course, made Mikaela pout.
"Fuck it," then she looked at her belly where Allen's cock was still standing erect and hard, and it seemed like Allen wasn't satisfied with just one round.
"It looks like you're still not satisfied and your cock can still stand—how about if I can make you satisfied in sex, you have to marry me too," Mikaela said.
This, of course, made Allen raise his eyebrow, a bit interested. "Hmmm, are you sure?"
"Just try it, you damn womanizer," she replied confidently, believing she could beat Allen in bed.
"Fine, then don't blame me if you beg to stop because I won't stop this time. Even if you beg me to stop," Allen said, then stood up and while lifting Mikaela's body, placed her on his work desk and started moving his hips strongly.
"Hahaha Realy good then " Mikaela was quite pleased, even enjoying the way Allen was treating her, his relentless passion igniting every nerve in her body as he claimed her over and over.
But after several hours had passed, Mikaela began to realize something unsettling—why did Allen show no signs of fatigue? His cock remained rock-hard and unyielding, still thrusting deep inside her without any hint of softening, even after he'd already cum more than once.
She remembered hearing from her female friend during their hangouts that normal guys would go limp after shooting their load, their stamina spent in the heat of the moment. Yet here was Allen, his hips slamming forward without pause, pounding against her womb with brutal, unending force that sent shockwaves through her core.
"Ahh, shit, fuck, Allen," she gasped out, her voice trembling because her body had become so hypersensitive from the endless assault.
Every thrust sent electric jolts through her, and she couldn't even keep track of how many times she'd climaxed—waves of ecstasy crashing over her like a storm that refused to break. Her pussy clenched around his thick shaft involuntarily, milking him as her juices soaked the sheets beneath them, but the intensity was pushing her to her limits.
"Ouwhh....God,..auh" she whimpered, the word slipping from her lips in a desperate plea, her mind reeling from the sheer overload of sensation.
"Noo... oughh... Allen, ahhh... please, I beg you, I'll die," Mikaela started pleading, her voice breaking as she realized she couldn't take much more.
Deep down—she knew now that she could never go back to a life without Allen's cock filling her, stretching her, owning her completely.
But unfortunately for her, to keeping his promise.
Allen didn't stop; he kept shaking his hips with fierce enthusiasm, his balls slapping against her ass as he drove his cock deeper into her dripping pussy, chasing his own release without mercy. The room echoed with the wet sounds of their bodies colliding, her moans turning into cries that mixed pain and bliss in equal measure.
"Ahhh, damn, ahhh, ahh, auh, oh god, I'm gonna die," Mikaela cried out, If her body feels like it's going to split in two from the pleasure alone,, and now she convinced that Allen was going to fuck her pussy until she literally helpless this time.
Her vision blurred at the edges, tears streaming down her face from the intensity, as his massive length pistoned in and out relentlessly, rubbing against her swollen walls and hitting spots that made her toes curl even when she thought she had nothing left to give.
She even started to lose sensation in her legs, numbness spreading from her thighs upward as exhaustion claimed her, yet Allen's cock continued its merciless rhythm, plunging into her soaked folds without slowing.
'Damn, is Allen what really happened? ' She thought she had forgotten what happened.
'Oh yes, I remember now'. Mikaela thought about her bet.'Why did his dick never go limp?? How long has this been going on?' Mikaela thought frantically, her skin slick with sweat, every inch of her body aching and broken from the marathon of raw, animalistic sex.
"Ahhh, please, Allen, I surrender," she uttered with a voice that was truly feeble and hoarse, barely above a whisper, and not long after, she blacked out completely, her consciousness slipping away into darkness.
And Allen finally stopped once Mikaela had passed out, leaving her body in a truly disheveled state, sprawled out with limbs limp and her skin marked by the evidence of their passion—covered in layers of his thick cum that dripped from her well-used pussy and streaked across her thighs and belly.
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Not long after that, just as Allen was about to stop, there was a knock on the door to his office.
Knock… knock… knock…
"Shit… who is it?" Allen muttered, hurriedly tidying up the slightly messy room.
He was panicking a little now—after all, Mikaela was still lying unconscious on his desk, her body bare and disheveled, completely unaware of her surroundings.
"It's me, Castoria. Mr. Winters, may I come in?" Castoria's voice came from behind the office door.
The moment Allen heard that it was Castoria, he felt a wave of relief and let out a quiet breath. He quickly unlocked the door and gestured for her to come in.
Castoria stepped inside, but the moment her eyes swept across the room, she froze.
Her gaze immediately landed on Mikaela sprawled across the desk, and for a brief second, her expression completely blanked—her mind clearly struggling to process the scene in front of her. A faint flush crept up her cheeks, and she instinctively turned her face away, clearing her throat in an awkward attempt to regain her composure.
"…I see," she said slowly, her voice carefully controlled, though there was an unmistakable hint of embarrassment—beneath it. "It seems I arrived at a… rather bad time."
"Yep… yeah. You really did come at the worst possible time," Allen replied.
However, as he spoke, his eyes drifted to the wall clock. 3:00 PM.
School was already over.
Castoria glanced back at him, her eyes narrowing slightly, a flicker of restrained disbelief clearly visible in her expression. It wasn't just the situation—it was Allen himself. The fact that he could stand there so casually, looking completely shameless and indecent in her eyes, left her genuinely at a loss for words.
"…Should I come back later?" Castoria asked hesitantly, already half-turning as if she was ready to leave and wait for him in the car instead.
Even though she had been given a new life here through the Apple of Memory, she still wasn't used to behavior like this—especially Allen's behavior. It was far too direct, and shameless.
"Hm… I don't think that's necessary," Allen said after a brief pause. "But since you're already here, could you help me carry Mikaela out of this room?"
He glanced toward the door as he spoke. "I'd rather not have any weird rumors spreading around."
"…Ah. Okay," Castoria replied, nodding obediently.
She approached Mikaela with careful steps, then gently wiped her body with tissues, cleaning off the yogurt that was still clinging to her skin. Her movements were cautious and quiet, almost reverent, as if she were trying not to think too much about how Mikaela had ended up like this in the first place.
After that, Castoria carefully helped Mikaela put her clothes back on, piece by piece. It wasn't perfect, but at the very least, Mikaela was decent now. As for the lingering scent left behind… there was nothing she could really do about that at the moment. Castoria could only ignore it and focus on what could be fixed.
Once she was done, Castoria bent down slightly and lifted Mikaela onto her back, securing her carefully so she wouldn't slip. Mikaela remained unconscious, her weight resting fully against Castoria's slender frame.
Without another word, Castoria headed out of the room, carrying Mikaela toward the parking area, her steps steady despite the awkwardness of the situation.
However, midway through her steps, someone suddenly called out to her.
"Hey—hey! Castoria, right?" a boy's voice shouted.
A moment later, a young man came jogging toward her, his running form awkward and clumsy enough to be memorable. Castoria stopped instinctively and turned her head, looking at the boy who appeared to be around her age—most likely a classmate. Still, no matter how she searched her memory, she couldn't recall who he was.
"Yes?" she asked, her tone politely puzzled. "Do I know you?"
That single question made the boy freeze in place, as if he'd just been struck by lightning.
"I—I'm Sam. Sam Witwicky," he said quickly, rubbing the back of his head, clearly embarrassed. "I'm your classmate. Don't you remember me?"
Castoria tilted her head slightly, studying him for a brief moment.
"…Oh," she said at last. "Then what do you want, Witwicky?" Her voice was calm but distant. "And please don't call me Castoria. Call me Einzbern. We're not close enough for that, and it's rude to address me so casually using my first name."
Sam stiffened again, caught completely off guard by her bluntness.
"Ah—yeah, sorry about that," Sam said quickly, clearly flustered. "Oh, by the way… I just wanted to ask—what happened to Mikaela? Is she sick?"
His eyes drifted toward Mikaela's limp form, noticing how disheveled she looked, her condition clearly not normal.
"Do you… need help carrying her?" Sam added, stepping a little closer. It was obvious he was trying to seize the opportunity—any excuse to be near Mikaela.
Hearing that, Castoria turned her sharp gaze toward him, her expression instantly cooling.
"Yes. She's sick," Castoria replied flatly. "And who exactly are you to Mikaela?" she continued without hesitation. "A friend? Family?"
Sam opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"And there's no need," Castoria went on, her tone firm and dismissive. "I can carry Mikaela myself. I don't need your help."
The blunt rejection hit Sam hard. His face flushed red as he stood there awkwardly, completely at a loss. Around them, several students who had been watching the exchange began to snicker, whispers and quiet laughter spreading through the hallway.
Sam could only stand there, humiliated, as Castoria turned away and continued walking—Mikaela still secured firmly on her back, as if Sam had never mattered at all.
"Hey—wait!"
Sam still hadn't given up and tried to follow Castoria from behind. That alone was enough to make her visibly annoyed. She could feel him hovering, clearly wanting to keep talking, but there was nothing she could do outright—this was still school grounds, after all.
Before the situation could get any more awkward, a familiar voice spoke up behind them.
"Oh, Castoria, you're still here? I thought you were already at the car," Allen said casually as he approached.
Then his gaze shifted to Sam.
"Oh—and Mr. Witwicky," Allen added politely, though there was a sharp awareness in his eyes. "Do you need something?"
Sam straightened immediately.
"Ah—Mr. Winters," he replied, a little nervous. "I was just asking if Einzbern needed help carrying Mikaela."
"Oh, I see," Allen said with an easy smile. "Thanks for the concern, but that won't be necessary."
He turned to Castoria.
"Castoria, come here. I'll carry Mikaela instead."
Hearing that, Castoria nodded without hesitation and carefully handed Mikaela over to Allen. He lifted her with practiced ease, holding her securely in his arms.
The sight made Sam's chest tighten—an unmistakable flicker of jealousy crossing his face.
"S-Sir," Sam said, forcing himself to speak up. "If I may ask… where are you taking Mikaela?"
Allen blinked, "Well, of course I'm taking her back to my house. Why do you ask?" he answer as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Eh—b-but isn't that—" Sam started.
Before he could finish, Allen calmly cut in.
"I'm Mikaela's relatives," he said firmly. "So there's no need for you to worry about that."
Then Allen glanced toward the parking lot.
"And Mr. Witwicky," he added, almost casually, "you might want to go now. It looks like your father is here to pick you up—and he seems to be calling your name."
Sam froze.
Turning around, he spotted a middle-aged, balding, heavyset man waving wildly and shouting, "SAAAM! SAM! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Sam's face drained of color.
"Shit—!" he muttered under his breath.
Without another word, he panicked and sprinted toward the parking lot, desperate to stop his father before the embarrassment got any worse.
Allen watched him go, then let out a small chuckle.
"What a funny man," he muttered to himself.
With that, he turned, carefully placed Mikaela into the car, got into the driver's seat, and smoothly drove away from the school grounds—leaving the whole awkward scene behind.