𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚢 𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛

-{ Katherine Dostoyevsky }-

This is actually a part two of the last chapter, I felt like it was too much angsty, so this one is intended to be comedic and a little bit spicy :))

Also help I rlly need to learn Russian soon

The ground floor of the building was drenched in blood. Thick red liquid stained the walls, slowly landing on the marble floor with slightly audible sounds. The ground was covered in red, bodies were scattered all over. Even the ones who tried to escape soon turned into lifeless corpses by the gate of the grand building. In the middle of the hall, stood a foreign woman with a smile.

Her once elegant dress was tainted with red, stains reaching her cheek. Gently, she brushes the back of her hand against her bloodied cheek, attempting to wipe it off.

TIMESKIP

Katherine walked aimlessly in the overly decorated hallway, her boots leaving traces of slight blood with each step she took. Her small bloodied hands intertwined on her lower back. Due to using her Ability more than the average strength, Kate could feel the back of her head pounding, while her fingers twitched slightly. Thankfully, she was able to clean off some of the unnecessary stains off her clothes, but the liquid on her cheek had gone dry.

"Well, if it isn't Katherine~." A masculine voice cooed.

Glancing behind, Kate's eyes met azure ones. She couldn't help but grin, the sight of a handsome man with such fashionable clothing made her heart flutter. The figure only walked closer, his eyes gazed on the woman with a look full of curiosity and desire.

"Say, what is a beautiful woman like you doing here~?" He asked, stopping just in front of Kate.

"I'm simply doing my part of the deal, am I not?" She asked, "May I ask what your name is, meelaya?" She added, allowing her cheeks to heat up just a little.

"Nakahara Chuuya, you can address me by my first name." He bowed respectfully, putting his hat back as he stood up straight again. Kate seemed pleased by the gentleman.

Chuuya's grin didn't fade away. Slowly but surely, he took careful steps towards the woman, satisfied that she didn't flinch nor move away.

Suddenly, Kate's back was pressed flush against the dark-crimson wall, not too rough, but surprising enough to get a yelp out of her lips. Her arms stood above her head, while a strong, gloved hand gripped her wrists together. Kate's face flushed as she stared at the ocean-blue eyes that looked lustfully into her crimson ones. Her body slightly whimpered when she felt Chuuya's knee in between her thighs, while a soft squeak escaped her luscious lips.

Chuuya smirked, "Oh~? Are you that sensitive to a man's touch? How cute~." He whispered in her ear, enjoying the fact that she shook a little when his hand caressed her slim waist.

While Chuuya's left hand gripped her wrists, his other roamed her body very gently. He moved his face closer so that his lips were almost touching the shell of her ear, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin. His free hand moved to cup Kate's bloodied cheek, gently rubbing it as he moved his knee upwards, stopping when Kate gasped.

"Aw~, you're so cute when you're vulnerable like this..." He teased, his breath tickling Kate's ear.

Kate's hands slowly moved, landing over the ginger's strong shoulders. Her breathing became heavy, hitching from time to time. Her cheeks were tinted with bright red as her smile was still present, but it only showed full submissiveness and weakness towards the Mafia executive's heavenly touches. His hand slowly moved from her waist to even lower, reaching her left thigh. He raised the skirt just a bit, revealing the end of her stockings, where her beautifully pale skin was exposed. He smirked as he grabbed her thigh, slightly raising it. His gloved thumb gently rubbed against it.

Suddenly, Chuuya's tongue slowly, teasingly licked Kate's earlobe, earning something between a moan and a whimper from the woman.

Kate's hands unconsciously tugged on the male's hair, her eyes hooded from the sensation of something warm and wet teasing her ear, somewhere that was extremely sensitive for her. Her lips parted slightly, releasing quiet whimpers. Chuuya suddenly stopped, and Kate was secretly disappointed. He released her thigh, then his hand moved to raise her head by her chin, making the woman's grin grew weaker. Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared into the mafioso's lustful eyes, waiting for his next move. He only smirked wider as he caressed her lower lip.

"I never knew foreign women looked so hot, especially when they're so needy and submissive~." He paused.

"Keep that up for me, baby~."

TIMESKIP

Uncontrollably fast, reckless steps echoed through the metallic walls. Small boots were repeatedly hitting the metal floor, heading towards a certain door at the end of the underground network. Slight pants could be heard, getting heavier as the opened door got closer. Fyodor sat motionless, a blank expression covering his features. He knew that Kate would be back now, but he's not entirely ready for what story she had to say this time. Knowing that she'd most likely be hyperexcited, he left the door open.

"FYODOOOOR!!" She screamed, failing to stop right in front of the entrance, instead stopping beside another door out of how fast she ran.

"Welcome back, Kate. Calm down before you enter." Fyodor spoke, his eyes focused on the screens.

Kate walked in and slammed the door shut, succeeding in making her brother flinch. Almost immediately, she began squealing and making weird noises as she cupped both of her cheeks with her eyes shining. Fyodor just knew that she had met yet another handsome gentleman, otherwise she would never be this excited. Sure, he wasn't against it, as long as the man doesn't try anything funny.

Fyodor would commit arson for his sister if she wanted to.

"So, is he with the Mafia or the Agency?" Fyodor asked, attempting to get his sister to calm down a little since she was absolutely failing in doing so.

"Oh, he's the best gentleman I've ever seen~!" She replied, squealing.

"Uh-huh..."

"And he's the most beautiful mafioso I've stumbled upon~!" She added excitedly, closing her eyes in pleasure.

"So what did he do to deserve all that?" Fyodor asked curiously, looking at his sister. The hard blush on her cheeks was nothing new to him.

"His touches and words were so pleasant~! And when he used his tongue-"

"He what??"

Fyodor had gone paler than ever, his eyes widening at such a statement coming from his little sister. Never in her life did she actually go that far, and (in his eyes) she was still young to do that with someone, despite her being an actual adult. Fyodor's mind went blank, refusing to do anything but repeat that sentence over and over in his head. Kate stopped her noises and looked at her brother, not understanding his concern.

A good moment of silence passed by, before Kate's entire face went red.

"That's not what I meant! It wasn't sexual in any way!" She grumbled, clenching her fists in annoyance at how protective her brother can be.

Fyodor, who had been holding his breath, finally exhaled. Blood traveling back to his face, he rested his head in his hand. He almost felt tears of relief forming in his eyes. The mere thought of Kate losing her virginity to someone was definitely a nightmare for Fyodor. If it was Nikolai, he wouldn't mind that much. But if it's someone else, hell no.

Fyodor slowly smiled, "You're hopeless, Kate."

P.S:  "Meelaya" means darling in Russian :))

This was fun to write :))