The Unbroken But Impure

CHAPTER 31 BOUND TO DAGUPAN

Mae sat at the corner table of the quiet café, absentmindedly stirring the melting ice in her glass. Her friend Liza was across from her, chattering away, but Mae's mind was somewhere else, still in last night's hazy shadows.

"So, tell me," Liza leaned forward, lowering her voice. "What happened with Russell? You disappeared after he sent us home."

Mae smiled faintly, trying to keep her eyes steady. "Nothing much. He just dropped me off... I went straight home."

Liza's brows furrowed. "That's it? No after-party? No hangout?"

"None," Mae said, her tone casual. She wasn't sure if Liza could hear the lie wrapped in that single word.

"Well," Liza said with a grin that carried mischief, "I hope you remember what the doctor told you."

Mae tilted her head, not knowing what Liza meant. "Which part?"

"About the instalment plan......" Liza smirked and lowered her voice even more. "Your so-called double lock."

Mae rolled her eyes, but her lips curled into an amused smile.

"The doctor said," Liza continued, "that it's going to be very painful when someone finally takes your virginity. Like really painful. And she even suggested breaking it little by little so it won't hurt as much."

Mae chuckled softly, as though amused by an old joke. "Yeah, I remember."

If only Liza knew.... The gentle movements of the three men going in and out of her virginity, tearing a part of her hymen slowly, her orgasms, almost losing her virginity, those were secrets she wasn't about to spill not to anyone, not even her closest friend.

She didn't say it out loud, but that process...breaking her hymen little-by-little...again continued. Last night, behind a closed hotel door, in a dim-lit room, with laughter, teasing, and something deeper she didn't want to name.

"Anyway," Mae said, glancing at her watch, "I have to head back to Dagupan today. Four o'clock bus. If the schedule holds, I should be at the house around eight."

Liza nodded, leaning back. "Safe trip. And remember go easy on that 'little-by-little' thing," she teased with a wink.

Mae laughed, shook her head, and stood. "You're impossible."

By the time Mae boarded the bus bound for Dagupan, the sun was leaning toward the horizon, drenching the highway in a deep orange glow. She settled into a window seat, the hum of the engine vibrating through the soles of her shoes.

The road stretched endlessly ahead, but her mind kept looping back to last night, the heat of their bodies, the press of a hand, the muffled chuckles of men who knew exactly how close she was to stepping into something she could never turn back from. Little-by-little........an instalment plan.

She closed her eyes and let the memory wash over her. The weight of the hotel air. The scent of cologne. Russell's voice low in her ear.

Her chest tightened not in regret, but in a strange longing, arousal and desire.

The bus rattled on, carrying her through towns that blurred into one another. By the time they reached Urdaneta City, twilight had fully descended. That's when it happened.

A sharp, ear-splitting bang.

The bus lurched violently to the right. Passengers screamed as the driver wrestled with the steering wheel. Mae's hands gripped the seat in front of her. The bus skidded to a stop on the gravel shoulder, the smell of burnt rubber filling the air.

"One of the rear tires exploded!" A man shouted from the aisle.

Within minutes, the driver announced that they couldn't continue. Passengers began to disembark, muttering about delays. Mae slung her bag over her shoulder and joined the slow procession toward the Urdaneta terminal, hoping to catch another bus.

The street was alive with noise tricycles zipping past, vendors calling out their wares, the occasional blare of a horn. Mae was halfway across the road when a sudden roar filled her ears.

A motorcycle, its headlight a blinding spear of light, hurtled toward her at a terrifying speed.

She froze.

A flash of instinct screamed at her to move, but her body refused.

Then hands. Three pairs of strong hands grabbing her arms and waist, yanking her backward just as the motorcycle tore past, missing her by inches.

The rush of wind slapped her face. Her knees buckled, and she would have hit the ground if not for the grip holding her steady.

"You okay?" A deep voice asked near her ear.

Mae blinked, heart racing, trying to focus on the faces in front of her. Three men in police uniforms. Young. Sharp-eyed. Their expressions a mix of concern and something she couldn't quite place.

"I—" Her voice cracked. "I think so. Thank you. Thank you so much. If you hadn't—" She swallowed hard. "I might be dead right now."

One of them, the tallest, gave her a reassuring smile. "We just happened to be here at the right time."

Another officer, his jawline cutting sharp under the dim streetlight, tilted his head slightly. "You sure you're okay? You're shaking."

Mae glanced down at her hands—they were trembling uncontrollably.

"I... I'm fine. Just... scared." She said.

She tried to offer a grateful smile, but her breath still came in uneven bursts. That's when she noticed them more closely. The way they stood not just as protectors, but with a quiet confidence, a composure that drew her eyes. They weren't much older than her.

Something in their presence three men, all in uniform, all looking at her with that unreadable gaze pulled her back to another trio. JC. Christian. Russell.

Her chest tightened again, not in fear but for a different reason.

The shortest officer raised an eyebrow. "You're staring," he said with a smirk.

Mae blinked, startled. "Oh—sorry. I just... I didn't know how to thank you. I owe you my life."

The tallest officer's lips curved into a slow grin. "Life debts are tricky things."

"Tricky?" Mae asked, curiosity edging into her voice.

He nodded, his gaze holding hers. "Because sometimes, the only way to repay them... isn't simple."

Something in his tone made Mae's pulse quicken—not out of fear exactly, but because of the way the words seemed to carry a hidden weight. Something thrilling. Something exciting.

The second officer glanced at the other two, then back at Mae. "Where are you headed?"

"Dagupan City" she replied.

"We're going the same way," the tall one said. "We could see you off safely... or maybe ride with you."

Mae hesitated. Her instincts told her they meant well or at least that's what she wanted to believe. But the flicker in their eyes hinted at something more layered, something unsaid.

The shortest officer's smirk returned. "Or maybe you could buy us dinner. That'd be a start for repayment."

Mae laughed nervously. "Dinner's easier than... whatever you're hinting at."

The tall officer's smile deepened, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "We'll see about that. What's your name by the way?"

"I'm Yvonne." Mae said, hiding her real name.

For a moment, the noise of the street seemed to fade. Mae stood there, caught in a strange space between relief and tension, between gratitude and an awareness that these men—saviors though they were—had just stepped into her life at a moment that felt oddly... pivotal.

And somewhere, deep inside, she wondered if fate was in the mood to repeat itself.