Chapter 4 - (D) AVOIDED

"W-Wait, why did you do it inside?" Yanarym panicked, her eyes wide open as she felt her vagina overflowed from his semen. Alvan chuckled, adoring her. She's too cute.

He reached for her lips and kissed them tenderly. "It's alright. I'll buy you some medicine."

Yanarym reluctantly nodded and smiled at him. She was intending to ask for his help in getting up from the table that is currently messy, when she realized he was still inside her, getting excited again. Her smile instantly vanished.

What the hell? Already? Wait, just give her a short break she's running out of breath!

"A-Aah!" Alvan was already pounding her before she could have even protested. The room was filled again with lustful moans and groans and the constant sound of flesh slamming onto another, not long enough, he shot to her womb again. Yet, as he was lifting her to the couch to sleep because she felt so tired his cock began to stand up - again.

"Is this still normal?" She gulped and gaped at him. "Alvan, I feel tired." She lightly complained, pouting her pinkish lips.

"Hmm, tired?" He gently brushed the stray hair off her sweaty face and neck. It wasn't disgusting at all. He was even flattered by it—it was totally because of their steamy session.

He could not fathom why he had surprisingly felt a deep and irresistible connection with the young woman, compared to all the other women he had already done with. With her, he would gladly satisfy her with gusto.

It's not that he wasn't being satisfied with his sex life, it was just her making him feel more hungry for sex tenfold—like a hungry dragon that hasn't been eating for eons.

"Yes, tired." Yanarym sheepishly said. His grin widened, he pinched her cheeks and licked her lips wet.

"Too bad, I still want to go on." She thought he would show her sympathy but instead, he got more hyped up to devour her.

The battle of sex has ended with Yanarym knocked out in the stranger's arms. Both did not realize they had almost taken three rounds of hot sessions. Mostly, it was him who was doing the entire work but he had his fun and that's fine. If the woman did not pass out, he wouldn't stop too.

He embraced her naked body and adjusted to make her feel comfortable. He stood up, eyes scanning the whole place—it was a disaster. He looked for his phone and found some wipes too before calling his assistant.

"I need some clothes—for a man and a woman—with underwear. I'm at the Parol building, 20th floor, my room. Be here in 30 minutes," he ordered on his phone in a deep serious tone. He wiped himself clean with the wipes he had found and thrown them in a trashcan.

He approached the unconscious young woman. He helped her clean her body and continued watching her sleep peacefully. As much as he wanted to join her slumber, he had to stay awake. He doesn't like his assistant to witness them lying comfortably on the couch naked together.

Not because he didn't like to start an issue involving the woman, but because he couldn't afford other people to see her nakedness. He tried covering her body with his shirt and gently combed her chaotic hair with his fingers.

"What should I do with you?" He whispered to himself, smiling. He wanted to keep her beside him until he got tired of her body. It was only the first time he felt so pleasantly satisfied after having sex with a woman.

But if it turns out that she's just like other demanding women he had met, then he would get rid of her without second thoughts.

A week had passed and he was getting ready for a shoot while sending death glares to the woman who was cheerfully talking with some guy at the corner.

"Alvan," the assistant director nervously called the famed actor. The latter had this gloomy aura radiating around him, it was as if he was ready to kill at any moment.

"Who's that?" He casually asked, still looking in the woman's direction. She hadn't even looked his way at all. He was fuming with anger. Alvan thought she would approach him soon enough and negotiate about what happened between them, but he thought wrong. Instead, she hadn't reached out to him ever since their sensual encounter.

Now that they finally met again, there she was, flirting with another man. Though he knew he was not supposed to feel that way, acting like someone's boyfriend because he isn't, but still he hoped to reconnect with her in bed!

Yanarym knew the young man from the incident last week was glaring at her but did not care about it.

She was lying on the couch when she woke up beside the guy he had sex within a dressing room. She was admiring his beautiful face as he slept soundly when she discovered from Guide-sama that he was the second male protagonist of the story. Her smile disappeared. That was why his name was so familiar to her, because he was her favorite cinnamon roll in this novel!

Yanarym did not want to ruin the story. She wasn't planning on getting involved in the plot at all! Plus, her goal wasn't related to the characters in the book. So, she did what she thought was right. She left the room quietly.

She did consider that it would hurt his pride, so she had planned on talking to him if ever she would have the chance. But she figured it would be too impossible for her to get in touch with Alvan, who is the most famous actor in the industry, knowing that she's just a cheap-priced no-name actor compared to him.

She did not want to spark any controversy with the noted actor, or else, she would be dead in the clutches of his terrifying die-hard fans.. She didn't want that.