"..." Why should she get on his motorcycle?

That's what Lily was thinking, yet to her shock, her feet seemed to move of their own accord—one small step toward the motorcycle, then another.

Under Jack's gaze, as if under a spell, Lily actually climbed onto the back of this stranger's bike!

Only when the gentle night breeze suddenly turned sharp, making her eyes water, did she realize what she'd done.

Late at night, she'd gotten on a man's motorcycle—a man whose name she didn't even know.

"Where are you taking me?" Lily's voice scattered in the wind, but Jack heard her anyway.

"A bit late to ask that after you've already climbed on, don't you think?"

"..." Lily had no response. After a pause, she asked something that concerned her more. "So... does this mean we're dating?"

"What's your name?"

"Jack."

"..." Lily silently savored his name twice in her mind before saying, "I need to be back by eleven."

This time, Jack didn't answer immediately. He was calculating the time.

A round trip would take about an hour, and it was already at least 9:30, which left him only half an hour...

"Hey—did you hear me? I need to be back by eleven." She could have used his name, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to.

"Eleven-thirty," Jack replied.

He knew half an hour wouldn't be enough time, but an hour should work.

Lily did some mental math—just half an hour late shouldn't be a problem—so she fell silent.

Twenty minutes later, the motorcycle stopped in front of a private house.

Jack cut the engine, pulled out the keys, hung his helmet on the handlebar, and ran his fingers through his hair—all with casual confidence.

Meanwhile, Lily, her face numb from the wind, looked around in confusion, her gaze finally settling on the closed door of the house.

She'd thought this was just a date—that he'd take her somewhere to walk around, get a drink, maybe hold hands, kiss a little... at most do what Emma had been doing in the alley. But this... this didn't seem right!

"Where are we?"

"My place," Jack replied, swinging his leg off the bike.

"?!" His place? Wasn't this moving way too fast?!

Lily slowly turned to look at Jack, only to find him staring back at her with a puzzled expression. "Aren't you getting off?"

"..." Lily's lips trembled, but she didn't move.

Jack's brow furrowed slightly as he reached over and wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her off the bike in one swift motion.

So light, like paper, with a waist so slim it seemed as if too much pressure might snap it in two. Jack started to worry that he might accidentally break her later.

Lily gasped at his touch.

Earlier on the bike, she'd had her arms around him and could vaguely feel the firm muscles of his abdomen through his shirt. But Jack was still only nineteen, with the lanky frame of youth, so Lily hadn't felt particularly threatened.

Now, however—his private house, the way he effortlessly lifted her with one arm—made her heart constrict with fear.

"I—I want to go home..."

Jack, who had just released her waist and was fishing for his keys, stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. "What did you just say?"

Lily shrank back at his expression. "I—I said... I want to go home..."

"Tch—" Jack let out a derisive laugh, turning to face her fully with his hands resting loosely on his hips. "You come all this way and then tell me you want to go home? Are you messing with me?"

The white streetlight cast harsh shadows on Jack's face, making his skin appear even paler. Lily couldn't understand why, even in this situation, she still thought he looked as handsome as a vampire from an anime. She must have truly lost her mind.

"I asked you a question!" Jack's voice deepened, his frustration building—both at feeling played and at his desire for her.

Yes, he wanted her. That's why he'd sought her out.

He rarely pursued women, but her timid manner constantly sparked something primal in him.

The urge to conquer and destroy had been scratching at his heart for days.

Lily pressed her lips together and squeezed out the words, "I—I thought this was just a date."

"You thought?" Jack laughed. "Since when does what you think matter?"

"..." This was starting to feel like coercion!

The realization hit Lily belatedly. Her lip quivered, and she said nothing, but Jack could clearly see her eyes growing red and misty with tears.

The sight only stoked the fire in him, that urge to possess growing wild in his chest, his blood rushing.

But he couldn't use force—if word got out, his reputation would be ruined.

So he took a deep breath, suppressing his restlessness, and lowered his gaze with a nod. "A date, right..."

Lily didn't dare respond, just lowered her head slightly. Her submissive posture made Jack's fingers clench.

He closed his eyes, composed himself, then opened them again. "Fine, we'll call it a date. What kind of date did you have in mind?"

"..." She was supposed to decide?

Lily was bewildered. She carefully glanced up and saw that Jack did indeed look angry, but not as if he were lying.

Truthfully, if he really wanted to force her, he wouldn't be wasting breath talking to her like this.

"Gone deaf?" Jack's voice rose a couple of decibels.

Lily's shoulders tensed as she instinctively blurted out, "A movie... we could see a movie..."

"A movie, huh?"

"...Yeah."

"Fine, we'll watch a movie." Jack's response was decisive.

Hearing this, Lily felt her tightly wound nerves begin to relax. She turned and hopped back onto the motorcycle, ready for Jack to take her to a theater.

"What are you doing?" Jack looked at her incredulously.

Lily was equally confused. "Aren't we going to see a movie?"

Jack barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "We'll watch at my place!"

"Your place?!" Why did everything circle back to his house?!

"Who says you have to go to a theater to watch a movie?"

"..." She had no comeback for that!

Jack waited a few seconds, seeing Lily stubbornly perched on his motorcycle. He gave her a sideways glance and started walking toward her.

Lily's heart leaped to her throat. "I—I want to go to a thea—"

"The hell you do!" Jack reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and lifted her off the motorcycle. With his arm firmly around her shoulders, he marched her toward the house.

His strong arm felt like an iron band around her, and Lily's momentarily calmed heart raced again.

She turned to look at Jack with pleading eyes, but he completely ignored her, not even sparing her a glance—because he feared that if he did, he might lose control and take her before she consented, destroying his reputation.

At the door, Jack pulled out his keys and released his hold on Lily's shoulders to unlock it.

Finding herself free, Lily took two cautious steps backward, planning her escape.

But just as she turned to flee, Jack's hand clamped around her arm and yanked her back with tremendous force.

There was a dull thud as Lily's backpack hit the door. Before she could recover, a shadow blocked the light, and a large hand pressed firmly against her collarbone and chest.

Jack narrowed his eyes at the girl. Her face—smaller than his palm—was filled with shock, her eyes with panic. Her full, delicate lips parted slightly, trembling like the body beneath his hand.

He'd always considered himself fairly normal when it came to women and sex—nothing beyond the pleasure and occasional variety.

But now, he wanted to ravage her, to destroy her. Every cell in his body screamed: take her completely...

His self-control snapped like an overstretched string. Jack lunged forward, capturing her trembling lips with his own.

The soft, tender sensation made him want to bite down, to devour her whole—and he did, sucking hard, nibbling with his teeth.

The sharp pain made Lily whimper as she pressed her hands against Jack's shoulders, trying desperately to push him away.

But Jack remained immovable as a mountain, no matter how hard she pushed, his tongue invading her mouth.

"Mmph—no—" Her tearful whimpers and futile struggles were like a powerful stimulant.

Jack chased her darting tongue as his hand moved downward, grabbing her small, round breast.

The girl's chest wasn't large, but it was soft and perfectly sized for Jack's hand. A sense of possession spread from his palm to his heart... intoxicating him...

Lily panicked. A part of her body that no one had ever touched was now in Jack's grip, being roughly kneaded. She tried to pry his hand away.

But the more she tried, the harder he squeezed, causing her to wince in pain and let out muffled cries against his mouth.

Those sounds transformed into heat as they reached Jack's ears, shooting straight to his groin.

His abdomen tightened, his already swollen manhood growing even harder, painfully so...

Jack had never been one to deny himself, especially when it came to sex. Having already crossed the first line, the rest hardly mattered, so his other hand cupped Lily's small, firm buttocks and pulled her against him.

Lily felt something hard as iron press against her lower abdomen. It radiated heat that easily penetrated his pants and her school uniform, burning her skin.