Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 31: Tina Was Waiting Outside My Apartment (R18)

When I finally reached my apartment after that wretched dinner with Alex and his fake family, I pushed open the door to find Tina waiting there in a full-blown drunken stupor that hit me like a wall of vodka fumes.

She was completely intoxicated, her chocolaty-brown hair falling in wild, sweaty tangles around her flushed face, while her striking blue eyes—usually sharp as daggers—now glazed over with a hazy, alcohol-fuelled blur that made them look almost vulnerable.

"Where... w-were you, Sharon?" she slurred heavily, her words tumbling out in a messy drawl as she lurched forward unsteadily on her feet. "Were you... with A-Alex again?" She towered over me with her imposing height, her curvaceous frame swaying but still managing to slam me hard against the door with surprising raw strength despite her inebriated state, the impact rattling the frame and pinning my shoulders firmly in place.

"Are you jealous? Tina, you know that you are invading my privacy, right?" I asked her calmly, keeping my voice steady and controlled even as her body pressed aggressively close to mine, her breath hot and boozy against my skin.

"Yes, I like him a lot," she admitted without any hesitation whatsoever, her blue eyes flashing with a raw, unfiltered emotion that cut through the drunken fog for a brief, intense moment.

Before I could reply to her bold confession or even process what she truly meant by it—whether this was some jealous rival play or a deeper Bureau tangle—she crashed her lips forcefully against mine in a sudden, demanding kiss that caught me completely off guard.

The kiss was intense and unrefined from the very start, tasting sharply of cheap vodka mixed with faint traces of chocolate from whatever sweets she had devoured earlier in her binge.

Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly at first, nails digging in just enough to sting, then slid slowly down to my waist as her curvaceous body moulded fully and insistently against me, radiating a fierce heat that seeped through our clothes and ignited the air between us.

I stood there frozen for a split second, my mind racing wildly with the fresh disgust from Alex’s creepy cheek kiss still lingering like poison on my skin, but now this unexpected fire from Tina threatened to derail every calculated step I had planned on the crucial eve of Phase One.

"What does he like in you?" Tina hissed through gritted teeth, her breath hot and vodka-slick as she shoved me harder against the door, her towering frame pinning me with drunken fury. Her blue eyes blazed with jealousy over Alex, nails digging into my arms like she could claw answers from my skin.

"Tina, you should go home right now," I said firmly, twisting the doorknob behind me to create an escape route, but she ignored my words completely and forced her way inside my apartment, yanking me along with her in a grip that brooked no argument.

She lifted me up suddenly with surprising strength fuelled by alcohol and rage, her hands gripping under my thighs before she threw me roughly onto the couch, the springs groaning under the impact as I bounced once and scrambled to sit up.

I smirked at her and said, "He pities me, Tina. You are drunk on fantasies." Her eyes flashed with pure fury in that instant, and the slap landed hard across my cheek, stinging like fire that spread across my skin. I let out a sharp cry as tears welled up in my eyes, and I whimpered softly while curling into the couch cushions for protection.

It was all an act, however—calculated vulnerability designed to feed her ego and make her believe she held the reins in this twisted game we were playing. But inside my mind raced at full speed, piecing together the fragments of Alex’s obsession and her jealousy, wondering if this chaos could unravel the secrets binding us all together.

Tina’s breath came in hot bursts against my face as her weight pinned me down firmly, and her thighs squeezed my sides with possessive strength. "You little bitch," she growled deeply, her fingers digging into my shoulders while her nails scraped across my skin through my thin shirt. The apartment’s dim light cast long shadows over her wild chocolaty-brown hair, framing her flushed face like a predator’s mane in the night.

The laptop screen flickered in the corner persistently, and those Phase One notes mocked our unravelling control with outlines of stories I had poured my soul into over many sleepless nights, now serving as witnesses to this raw confrontation unfolding before them.

I whimpered again, but softer this time, and I turned my head to expose my neck deliberately, feeling the pulse throbbing under my skin.

"Please, Tina, do not do this," I murmured with a voice that trembled convincingly, but my eyes locked onto hers with a subtle dare hidden beneath the feigned fear. I saw it then in her gaze—the hunger that went beyond just anger, something feral and ancient awakening within her.

She leaned in closer to me, her lips brushing my earlobe gently before trailing down my jawline, and her teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below it. I urged her onward by arching slightly as if in fear, but I was really guiding her mouth to that vulnerable curve on purpose.

Her tongue flicked out first, wet and teasing as it tasted the salt of my skin. Then, without any warning at all, her teeth sank in with a sharp, piercing bite that drew a real gasp from deep within my chest.

Blood welled up warm and metallic, trickling down my collarbone slowly as pain bloomed into something electric and thrilling. I cried out loudly, my hands clutching at her back while my fingers tangled in her shirt, but I did not push her away. Instead, I held her there firmly, whispering broken pleas that only fuelled her sense of dominance over me.

That was when it happened suddenly. A low, guttural moan escaped her throat, vibrating against my neck as her body shuddered violently. I felt the shift immediately—her hips ground harder against mine, but now with a new pressure building beneath her jeans.

It was because she bit me that the bite triggered it, and her body began transforming in the heat of rage and lust. She pulled back abruptly, her lips smeared with my blood, and her eyes glazed over with triumph as she unzipped her pants with frantic hands. Her eyes were full of confusion as she looked at her groin area.

"Look what you do to me, you bitch!" she hissed through clenched teeth while shoving the denim down her thighs roughly. Her pussy vanished completely as the cock appeared in its place, emerging from her like a blooming weapon—thick and veined, swelling to full hardness before my eyes, the head already leaking precum glistening in the dim light.

It must have been at least ten inches long, curving slightly upward with veins pulsing visibly, demanding attention with its insistent presence. The sight sent a thrill through me that mixed fear with forbidden excitement, even as I continued playing the part of the broken victim perfectly.