Editing City Series:Volume6c Chapter5 (section)

===Part 6===

After Berger undid her waistband, he raised her hands overhead.

Hazel lowered her head but still turned her eyes up to look at him.

He was looking at her. Lit from behind by the ceiling light, his expressionless face almost looked angry.

She was entirely defenseless with her arms up over her head. Her jacket and shirt were both dresses, so…

“I can remove it all just by unbuttoning them from the top. Makes things easy.”

While she silently wondered what was about to happen, he reached out his metal left hand.

…''He’s going to unbutton it?

Her feline instincts meant anything covering her vision from above inspired fear. So she lowered her head even more.

“Don’t struggle.”

His hand reached past her head, gathered her raised wrists together, and pinned them down on the bed.

“–––––!?”

“Sorry, but I don’t trust you, Hazel Mirildorf.”

He pushed his knee up and in between her legs from over her skirt.

“…Stop.”

“You want me to stop? But isn’t this your job? And it’s how the game is played, Hazel. If you’re scared, then let your pulse and instincts take over. Then you can escape.”

That pissed her off a little. Her breathing was a little heavy due to nerves, but her pulse wasn’t all that elevated.

“I-I’m not afraid, Berg-”

He sealed her lips with his.

“!”

This wasn’t just a kiss. He placed his lips around her lower lip and gently bit it.

…''His tongue.

It parted her lips and entered her mouth.

He was licking inside her mouth. She didn’t reject it, so he ran his tongue along her teeth and then captured her tongue with it, making her gasp.

It felt like having a soft, wet finger moving around in her mouth.

After a long, sticky moment, he released her just as she had shut her eyes and was feeling a need for air.

She parted her damp lips to suck in and then release a breath.

But instead…

“Nh.”

He once more bit her lip as she opened them for air.

His tongue held hers down and she couldn’t breathe. Panic filled her mind.

But after what felt like forever, he released her again…and did the same thing again.

She twisted below him, but she could not escape.

…''Stop.

She was breathing much heavier now, but not just from nerves. Of course she was when she needed air.

“That’s cheating.”

After another brief respite, he did the same thing again. But there was more this time.

…''My jacket’s buttons.

He was using his free hand to unbutton them one at a time, starting from the top. She could tell from how his fingers were moving.

“Nh.”

By the time he released her lips with one final lick, the front of her jacket was open.

Without a moment’s delay, he was undoing the buttons for her shirt’s collar.

When he revealed her throat and the choker she wore there, she quickly pulled her chin down against it.

She let out a damp, heated breath and tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.

“I won’t remove the choker,” he said. “Because I don’t want to deal with the mewing of a frightened cat. And…” He did not smile. “Hazel, you’re my pet cat right now. Why would I remove the collar that proves it?”

She shook her head to say that wasn’t true.

He reached out his hand and continued unbuttoning her shirt regardless.

The skin of her chest came into view along with her white underwear and the air touched her belly as it rose and fell from her heavy breathing.

The overhead light shined on her thighs as well.

She was too preoccupied to notice the chill of the air on her heated skin.

With nothing holding her skirt in place, she could move her legs more freely now. She raised her knees somewhat, but he did not move from between her legs.

“Shouldn’t you shut your eyes, Hazel?”

He rubbed his hand from her side to her stomach and she let out a quiet shriek, but she also shook her head.

“This isn’t happening.”

“It is. And your extreme tension is all the proof you need. Your belly is hopping up and down like a frog and beads of sweat are forming on your tense skin.”

He rubbed his fingers between her ribs and without warning…

“You’re scared, aren’t you?”

He pressed his index finger directly into her exposed navel.

“!?”

He pushed his finger into the hole. She felt a mixture of ticklishness and pain, like he was directly pushing on her organs, so she bent backwards on instinct.

…''Stop.

He used a kiss and his tongue to silence any protests and her pulse shot up.

…''No.

She calmed her pulse. She suppressed it. She kept her eyes open even as tears spilled from them and she bent her body.

…''He’s testing me!

He slid his hand up from her navel and undid the front hook.

He opened the front of his own shirt and ended the kiss.

“Hazel, what do you think of this situation?”

“…It isn’t real. You don’t mean it, do you? Because, um, you…”

“Oh, I mean it.”

His fingers touched her chest and his lips moved from her neck to her right shoulder and then to her chest.

The air on her chest made her bristle and her pulse quicken.

…''What is he going to do to me?

That fear gradually grew inside her.

“No, you don’t.”

Her voice was scratchy and leapt in volume at what she felt next.

“Ah, d-don’t bite me!!”

“Dogs bite cats. It’s what they do. Besides, your dad punched me for no good reason, so this is just me giving him a reason after the fact.”

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He touched the last piece of clothing still covering her.

“Wai-”

He pulled it down before she could tell him to wait.

He pulled her underwear down with enough force to tear it and moved half a step forward to move past it.

She tried to close her legs but could not. She only succeeded in pressing her knees against his hips.

He lifted his own knees and pulled the underwear down from her thighs and fully away.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw her underwear tossed aside and discarded.

“No, d-don’t look.”

“What are you talking about, Hazel? I know what it takes for a woman to join the AIF. I’m the one who told you about it 3 years ago, after all. …And since you’re here now…well, I can do the math.”

“…Eek.”

“I don’t know who your first was, but you can pass my apologies on to him.”

“P-please stop this.”

“Then run away. Before you’re defiled any further.”

…''That’s not it.

Hazel twisted her body. She shut her eyes and gathered strength in her hands. Her half-removed shirt tangled around her arms as she broke free of his pinning hand.

She used her freed right hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“Please don’t do this based on an obvious lie.”

“What lie would that be?”

“It isn’t like you to lie like this.”

His face twisted for just a moment when she said that, but he didn’t say anything more.

She realized he had placed his hands behind her knees.

A moment later, he spread her legs and then leaned over her.

She gasped when she saw his bare chest.

…''No.

She tried to shut her eyes.

She felt herself becoming a cat. The sensation was a combination of a bristling, a rejection of her surroundings, and an escape from danger. It spread from her butt, up her back, and around to the rest of her.

“No!”

Just then…

“––––––”

Berger stopped. He froze.

She realized something had left her along with all the sweat soaking her.

The oppressive fear wasn’t there.

…''Eh?

She raised her lowered head.

Berger’s eyes were looking straight down at her.

But that wasn’t all she saw. Something else hung directly between their eyes.

“That’s…”

She wiped away her tears to see it more clearly.

Her scratchy voice named the red gem she saw floating in the air.

“Your…pendant.”

It had slipped from his breast pocket when he removed his shirt.