Welcome to the Innocent World - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Lies & Twisted Emotions (R-18)

The dark hall echoed with Luci’s stumbling footsteps as he limped away, his once-powerful aura now reduced to desperation. I moved behind him in silence, each of my steps as certain and calculated as his were frantic and unsure. Shadows clung to the walls, mirroring the fear that had finally cracked his facade.

“Stop running, Luci,” I called out, my voice low and taunting. “You wanted power, didn’t you? Power so great you’d betray anyone to get it.”

Luci turned, his face pale, eyes wild with anger and fear. “You don’t understand,” he spat, his voice shaking. “This world needs change. It needs a revolution, not heroes hiding in the shadows.”

“Your revolution is a twisted illusion.” I closed the distance, my gaze hardening as I watched him stagger back, defiance and terror in his eyes.

In a blur, I dashed forward and kicked him hard in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall. He struggled to rise, coughing, bruised, yet still clinging to his delusions.

From behind, Athlea’s footsteps echoed in the hall. She was crying, her face streaked with anguish and confusion. She stopped, looking at Luci sprawled on the ground, her body trembling as she held herself together.

“Luci…” she began, her voice choked. “Why? How could you? After everything—”

“I-love you Athlea.” A voice from the rumbles erupts in between of us and it wasn’t Luci but his clone speaking.

Athlea’s heart shattered as she stared at the broken, fading clone of Luci, his voice soft and haunting.

“I love you, Athlea,” he murmured, his face twisted in a ghostly, bittersweet smile. “Did you have dinner yet? When I return, we’ll go to the beach together. You’re very dear to me.”

The words cut into her like a blade, each one filled with the warmth and devotion she had once believed in. She dropped to her knees, trembling, tears streaming down her face as she begged, brokenly, “Why… why would you do this, Luci?”

Luci looked away, unable to meet her gaze. “You wouldn’t understand, Athlea. This was for something greater, something you couldn’t grasp.” He spoke through gritted teeth, casting a resentful look at both of us. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be powerless? To be at the mercy of others?”

Athlea shook her head, taking a step back. “Powerless?” she repeated, her voice breaking. “You had everything, Luci. You had me. And you threw it all away for… for this?”

Luci clenched his fists, trying to find strength in his words even as his body weakened. “It was never about us, Athlea. It was about creating a world where I wasn’t the one controlled, where I had the power to shape it. For the first time, I was in control.”

I watched silently, the weight of their broken trust heavy in the air. Finally, Athlea looked at me, eyes full of hurt and confusion.

“Who… who are you?” she whispered, taking a hesitant step forward.

Slowly, I reached up and pulled back my hood, revealing my face.

“I’m Austin,” I said gently, “your neighbor.” I paused, meeting her gaze. “But I’m also the one who stands against the evil. I’m here to protect this world from the very forces Luci has unleashed.”

Her brows furrowed, and for a moment, she looked lost. “Austin… I don’t understand,” she murmured, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

“What is even happening and why it feels like everyone is hiding something from me…”

I softened, stepping closer. “It’s alright. You don’t have to understand everything. Just know that I’m here for you.” I lifted a hand, letting it rest on her shoulder as I looked into her eyes, trying to reassure her amidst the chaos.

In a moment of shared understanding, I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Luci, watching from where he lay on the ground, groaned in frustration, his face twisted with bitterness. “Athlea… please…” he begged, his voice barely more than a rasp.

Athlea turned to him, her expression hardening. “You… you’re nothing but a liar. You threw me away for a dream that wasn’t even real.” She stepped back, her body language reflecting her disgust.

*Slap*

With a surge of anger, she strode toward him and slapped him across the face, the sound echoing in the silent hall. Luci flinched, his pride shattered, his gaze falling to the floor.

I walked up to her, placing a hand on her stomach to comfort her.

“It’s over, Athlea,” I whispered, feeling the weight of her grief as she leaned into me.

My hand slid across her chest, my fingers tracing the curves of her body as I pulled her closer to me.

She let out a soft moan, her body responding to my touch with a primal desire that she couldn’t ignore. Her husband, lying on the ground in front of us, could only watch in disbelief as my hands roamed over his wife’s body.

I could feel the heat radiating from Athlea’s skin, her body calling out to me like a siren’s song. I couldn’t resist her, not when she was responding with the same lust as mine.

“Austin…”

“Yeahh baby..”

My hand moved down to her waist, removing the knot of her wrap dress. The cloth gave way easily, falling to the floor, opening Athlea in just her underwear.

She turned to me, her lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. My hands roamed over her body, gripping her ass and pulling her even closer. I could hear her husband’s pleas, but they fell on deaf ears. I was too far gone, too caught up in the heat of the moment.

“Will you be okay? Doing it now?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

She smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “If you’re with me, then yes, I’m okay with everything,” she replied, her voice low and sultry.

I watched, my breath catching in my throat, as she sank to her knees in front of me. Her hands moved to my pants, unzipping them with a practiced ease. My dick sprang free, standing at attention as she gazed up at me with a hungry look in her eyes.

“Please…Athlea..don’t…”

Her husband’s pleas grew louder, but she ignored them, her focus solely on me.

She took my dick in her hand, stroking it slowly as she leaned forward to take me into her mouth.

“Ahhh-” I groaned, my head falling back as she worked her magic on me. Her tongue swirled around the head of my dick, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her as she sucked me deeper into her mouth.

“Ahh, your mouth is best Athlea,” I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily as she took me deeper.

The area was filled with the sound of our moans and the wet sounds of her mouth on my dick. It was a symphony of twisted lust, a melody that only we could hear. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. There was only us, lost in a world of pleasure and desire.