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In his fantasy, Chloe was already stripping herself naked, allowing Vernon to do anything he wanted with her body.

'You should do more than just stare,' Chloe in his imagination said. She walked closer to the young man, still jacking his hard dick, and whispered. 'Do more. I like when you take the initiative.'

"Ugh! You better not regret this later! Fuck!"

Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

Vernon stroked his rock-hard dick faster than before. The precum leaking from the tip of his cock smeared around his shaft, making it easier for him to stroke faster and faster until beads of sweat appeared on his temples.

"Urgh! Ah! Argh!"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

Vernon shot the thick white cum from his horse's eye towards the ceiling. He lost count of how many times he shot because it had been a while since he released his cum.

Usually, before he met Chloe, he would have sex with a woman at least twice a week, even during his busiest time. Because it was his way to de-stress.

But after he was with Chloe, the way to de-stress for him was by eating her homemade cooking, and simply staring at her was enough to make him feel at ease.

But the balls full of semen still needed a way to be released! Just because he found another way to de-stress didn't mean he was completely devoid of lust!

"Should I stuff her with more food?" Vernon wondered. "She's getting better now. She doesn't look as thin as before, and her cheeks aren't so sunken anymore."

"But she still needs to put some weight around her body…."

Vernon realized that he was being impatient because he wanted to have sex with Chloe. He couldn't even fathom how he could get so hard whenever Chloe showed a bit of shyness around him, even if she didn't mean to seduce him.

"Well, that's her fault for being too beautiful," Vernon tried to shift the blame so he wouldn't be called a pervert.

"W—What's so wrong about wanting to have sex with the woman I love anyway? That's natural! That's what all men do!"

Vernon knew he was arguing with nobody, but he was still trying to defend himself against this feeling of guilt and shame in his heart.

"Let's just focus on getting her better, so she will be healthy first, then the sex… we can discuss that later…."

Vernon calmed down after he jacked off and ejaculated. It was an amazing jack-off session, but what came next was something he absolutely despised.

Vernon looked around and complained, "Damn, why did I shoot so much?"

Vernon pulled a few sheets of tissue and wiped his cum that splattered all around the sofa and the table. He also checked the carpet, just in case.

After ensuring everything was clean, he wiped his sweaty forehead. He paused when he felt something other than sweat sticking to his forehead.

He checked the back of his hand and cursed when he saw a stain of his thick cum, "SHIT! HOW DID IT LAND ON MY FACE?!"

**

Chelsea woke up a few hours after she fainted.

Her gaze was blurry, and she had a painful headache. But not as painful as the stinging sensation on her cheeks.

"Ugh…" She grimaced as the throbbing on her cheeks got even more painful as she gradually regained consciousness.

She remembered what had just happened, the stalker, the attack, the knife, and how that knife pierced through her skin.

She fainted soon after, unable to endure the psychological and physical shock.

And when she woke up, she was already stuffed inside her car, with a bandage wrapping around half of her face.

It took her a moment to realize that her face must've been ruined. But she didn't dare to look at the car mirror because she would probably freak out and faint again.

Thus, she called 911 and told them everything. The dispatcher sent an ambulance and a cop to check on her. She was taken to the hospital emergency room to be treated.

Chelsea felt everything was surreal in her head. The nurses gasped when they saw the wound on her cheeks, and Chelsea cried silently.

She was anesthetized, and as she was on a high dose of anesthesia, the nurses and doctor did their best to treat her horrible wound.

"Doctor, this is…."

"There is nothing we can do," the doctor said while trying to stitch the wound. It was too horrible to look at. Even a professional doctor like him couldn't help but frown from time to time.

"The wound was so wide, it's impossible to completely stitch them close," the doctor added. "We just need to stop the bleeding."

"But what about the scar?" the nurse asked. She couldn't imagine how pitiful life would be for this woman. Her face was ruined, and unless she underwent intensive plastic surgery, she wouldn't be able to live normally.

Because she would have permanently hideous scar on her cheeks.

"That's up to her, just hope that she's a rich lady, so she can get a surgery later."

**

Chelsea woke up when she felt the sun from the window shone on her face. She frowned before opening her eyes slowly.

It took a while until her eyesight cleared up, and the first thing she saw was… hospital ceiling.

She was obviously in a private hospital room right now. She looked to her right and left and found nobody around her.

"Where are they?" Chelsea asked, referring to her family. "Why didn't the cops contact my family?"

She could understand if her children weren't here because they still had to go to school. The cops might also try to hide the news because they didn't want the kids to get hysterical.

But…

"Where are my mom and husband?" Chelsea asked.

…

The nurse came with a food cart for Chelsea. She was quite surprised when she saw the patient had already woken up after a long, intensive surgery to stitch the deep wounds on her cheeks.