The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 63
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Chapter 63: Chapter 63 The Beauty in Distress
Hera’s breath hitched in her throat, fearing any noise might give away their presence. Her gaze shifted from the man clinging to her to the closed door before her. Trapped in the midst of this chaos, her heart pounded against her ribcage. Despite her unfamiliarity with the man she’d assisted, she dreaded the potential loss of her dignity if she remained in this compromising position much longer.
But to call out now would render her efforts futile, as they would surely find the man. It was evident that the women outside had drugged him. Hera yelps out of the blue, startling both herself and the ladies outside her cubicle.
“Who’s there?!” they demanded, their voices filled with urgency.
Hera was flustered as the man suddenly licked her neck and sucked on her earlobe, taking advantage of the situation. She wanted to teach him a lesson, but she still managed to answer the demanding voices outside. “Hello. I’m sorry for surprising you,” she said, her voice strained. “I did not expect that it would be the time of the month for me because I have an irregular period, and it sucks because this is an important event.” She could only try to come up with an excuse under the pressure.
His arm around her tightened, and his breathing quickened, signs that he was losing himself to the drug any minute now. His hands began to roam around, making Hera feel even more uncomfortable.
The ladies outside didn’t believe Hera’s excuse, putting her in an even more precarious and urgent situation. “Have you seen an ill man?” one of them asked suspiciously. “He’s my brother, and he’s sick, so we have to bring him to the hospital.”
Hera didn’t buy their explanation. It was evident that the man in front of her wasn’t just ill but drugged by an aphrodisiac, and he was deteriorating rapidly, just as she was feeling the strain of being in this compromising situation.
“I’m sorry, I haven’t met anyone. But could you please help me get a sanitary pad? I forgot to bring any, and I can’t leave the place.” Hera tried to sound as distressed as possible to make her story more believable while maintaining her composure deep inside.
“Can’t you step out for a bit?” One of the ladies expressed doubt and suggested checking the cubicle first.
Hera could immediately sense her intentions, so she responded, “As much as I’d like to, I can’t right now. I’m afraid my dress will be stained with blood.” She pretended to be in a difficult situation, contemplating a solution while attempting to push away the man who was still taking advantage of her. “How about you give me some sanitary pads first, and I’ll come out right away?”
Hera was taking a gamble, hoping that they would scurry away once they confirmed the validity of her words and realized that the man they were looking for wasn’t with her in the cubicle.
Ding…
One of them received a message, and after reading it, they hurriedly left the restroom, giving Hera a moment to catch her breath and attempt to push the man away again. “Let me go! If you don’t, I’ll cut off your… manhood and ensure you’ll be childless for the rest of your life!” Hera said through gritted teeth, her tone firm and resolute as she threatened the man.
She knew he was drugged and not in his right mind, but she still hoped that there was a shred of rationality left in him.
After hearing her threat, his grip on her loosened, and Hera breathed a sigh of relief. The man slowly met her gaze, even though his eyes remained unfocused. Upon closer inspection, Hera noticed tears silently streaming down his face as he bit his lip as if feeling wronged by Hera’s words.
He appeared deeply troubled, and Hera felt a wave of sympathy and guilt wash over her for having threatened him. She recognized his innocence and realized that he was not responsible for his actions, as he was clearly struggling to restrain himself from acting impulsively under the influence of the aphrodisiac. She admired his efforts to maintain control, knowing that few others could demonstrate such restraint in his situation.
She felt compelled to comfort him, seeing him in such a vulnerable state, resembling a distressed beauty that tugged at Hera’s heartstrings. Despite the earlier ordeal, her sympathy overrode any lingering discomfort. Without hesitation, she gently urged him to take the antidote, assuring him that it would alleviate his suffering.
Her heart wavered between sympathy and frustration as he clung to her, distress visible on his face. Yet, any semblance of pity was shattered by the unsettling sensation of his hand creeping up her skirt, igniting a surge of conflicting emotions within Hera. Despite her inner turmoil, she grappled with the urge to reprimand him and the understanding of his compromised state.
Thwart any attempts to spit it out. Employing all her strength, she pinned him firmly to the toilet seat, determined to ensure he consumed the antidote despite his skepticism or caution. Though he struggled against her, Hera remained resolute, unwilling to relent until he had ingested the remedy that could quell the effects of the drug.
After confirming that he had swallowed the antidote, Hera breathed a sigh of relief. “This antidote works on most aphrodisiacs, so you should start feeling better in about half an hour to an hour. Just stay here quietly,” she instructed her tone firm yet reassuring.
As she tried to lift her hand from his strong chest and stand up, he tightened his grip on her once more, resting his head against her chest.
Hera was on the verge of losing her temper, but the man spoke first. “Miss Angel, I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m feeling really uncomfortable. Can you please stay a little longer? I feel safe in your arms,” he said, his tone turned gentle and any semblance of his fierceness earlier was nowhere to be found.
Hera began to speculate that the man might be experiencing some mental distress, which could explain his erratic behavior. Perhaps he had acted on instinct earlier and now simply wanted to alleviate his discomfort but was apprehensive about the women who were pursuing him. She tried to reason it out in her head, trying to make sense of the situation.
Despite Hera’s desire to leave as quickly as possible, the man refused to let her go. She contemplated resorting to another threat, but it seemed as though the man sensed her intentions and lifted his head to gaze at her. With puppy eyes and a pouty expression, he spoke softly, addressing Hera as “Miss Angel.”
“Thank you for helping me,” he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability. “Those bad women tried to touch me.” He sniffed, his tone accusatory, reminiscent of a child recounting being wronged. “Since I was young, my Grandpa always told me that bad women would try to get under my pants, so I have to run if it happened. I was careless this time, but it was thanks to you. I owe you big time.”
Hera’s eyes darkened with indignation. ‘They would even resort to such tactics to get a man?’ She shifted her gaze to the strikingly handsome man before her. His deep blue eyes were beautiful and captivating, drawing her in with their intensity. His lips, soft and pinkish, held a certain allure, and his jawline, though not overly pronounced, was perfectly sculpted. It was as if he had been crafted by the Gods themselves, every feature perfectly proportioned. He was like a delectable feast, tempting and irresistible in every way.
As Hera noticed her thoughts veering in an undesirable direction, she quickly cleared her mind and regained her composure. Unbeknownst to her, the man before her was observing her closely, his keen gaze capturing every subtle expression that crossed her face.
‘It’s no wonder they’d resort to such underhanded tactics, but that doesn’t make it right,’ Hera thought to herself, her indignation simmering beneath the surface.
Hera’s expression softened as she forgot her uncomfortable position and leaned slightly forward. “May I know your name? Who are you with? I’ll help you look for them,” she suggested, her voice gentle and compassionate. While a part of her still harbored doubts about the man’s authenticity.
So, she set aside her suspicions and considered the possibility that he might truly be having a hard time right now. Hearing Hera’s soft voice, the man leaned in on her neck once more, silently inhaling her scent as his breathing gradually calmed. Hera gently rubbed his head to offer comfort, understanding that he was likely feeling uneasy and potentially overwhelmed by the situation.
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Feeling Hera’s gentle care, Leo didn’t dwell too much on the situation, finding genuine comfort in her embrace. As his foggy mind began to clear, he responded to her earlier inquiry. “My name is Leo, Leo Hendrix, and I came here with my Grandpa,” he answered, his voice still hoarse yet oddly alluring.
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