RURO Chapter 9

Russian Roulette /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

CHAPTER 9

“Ugh, ah, haah… ah!”

Tessa clung to Vicente’s upper body, her arms wrapped tightly around him as breathy moans escaped her lips.

Thud, thud. Each thrust he made caused the items on the desk to wobble precariously as if they might fall at any moment.

His hard, throbbing penis filled her deeply, moving rhythmically as it plunged in and out. Wet, obscene noises echoed from where they were joined, their fluids mixing and becoming part of the overwhelming sensation.

Vicente, his voice rougher than usual, whispered into her ear.

“If you keep making those sounds, the men outside will hear everything.”

“Ah… ngh!”

“Do you want to be their gossip topic by morning?”

Tessa bit down hard on her arm, muffling her moans as much as she could. Stifled whimpers escaped her lips, trembling with pleasure.

Is this what it always feels like to take a man? She thought. Or is it just because he’s my Guide that it feels so good?

Her body, deprived of a Guide for so long, clung to Vicente as though it couldn’t let go. What little rationality she had left was barely holding her emotions in check.

Her lower body felt the same way. Her inner walls clenched tightly around his thick, almost overwhelming length, embracing him fully. Each time they did, Vicente responded by soothing her, placing soft kisses against her ear, and stroking her hair gently.

Thud. When he thrust upward with force, Tessa’s body trembled violently as if she were being pierced through, yet she clung to him even tighter, pulling him deeper.

“Do you enjoy it that much?”

“Y-yes, ugh… Mr. Zermo…”

“Call me Vicente. That’s an order.”

“Vi-Vicente… Vicente…”

As Tessa cried out his name in a high-pitched voice, his thrusts grew stronger and faster. Unable to contain herself, she bit down hard on Vicente’s shoulder instead of her own arm.

He didn’t show any sign of pain, though. Instead, he supported her trembling back, his hands steady, while grinding his hips in slow, deliberate circles.

Even in her hazy state, Tessa felt two conflicting emotions battling within her. She needed it to end quickly, yet she didn’t want it to end at all. This sensation, this comforting embrace—something she was experiencing for the first time—made her wish it could last forever.

The persistent headaches that had tormented her for half her life, the dull ache in her abdomen—all of it had vanished without a trace. Only the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her entire body remained.

“Haah… Tessa,” he groaned, calling her name.

In that moment, she felt something warm spill out from below, coating his length and spreading between them.

I want to take it all in. Everything that’s his—every last bit.

She realized how crazy her thoughts sounded even as they consumed her.

Then— knock, knock.

Someone was knocking on the door. The heavy sound snapped Tessa’s mind into sharp focus as if the fog of her thoughts had instantly cleared. Her body went cold, and the blurry haze before her eyes sharpened.

Vicente paused his movements and asked.

“What is it?”

“Sir, your guest has arrived. Mr. Alex Reed.”

The moment she heard that name, Tessa’s heart sank. Alex? Alex is here? Right beyond that door?

Her body tensed completely, frozen in place. Vicente, seemingly displeased by her sudden rigidity, resumed his movements slowly. The thick, unyielding presence inside her stirred, and Tessa hastily covered her mouth to stifle a moan.

“Mmm… ngh…”

“Tell him to wait”

Vicente said calmly, his voice far too composed for what they were doing. It was detached, cool, and utterly unaffected—contrasting starkly with his slightly disheveled collar and tousled hair.

He pushed Tessa back down and spoke in a low voice.

“We’ll have to finish quickly.”

“Wait, just a—”

“He’s your coworker, isn’t he? I’m sure you wouldn’t want him seeing you like this. Or am I wrong?”

His subtle mockery went unnoticed in Tessa’s panic. Alex was on the other side of the door. She couldn’t let him see her like this—never. Alex represented the place she longed to return to, her last shred of hope.

“Hurry… please,” she begged.

“Then make sure to keep quiet.”

Vicente said, a faint smirk playing at his lips as he moved again.

With a warning-like statement, Vicente began thrusting with a different intensity. As his hard, relentless length pounded into her, Tessa struggled to hold back her moans, her body shuddering with the effort.

“That guy outside would feel sorry for you if he saw you like this,” he taunted.

“Ngh, ah…!”

“Imagine his reaction—seeing the woman he sent to spy on me losing her mind over my cock. If he knew how desperate you are for it, what would he say?”

Tessa couldn’t respond. Her breath hitched as his cock drove deeply into her, reaching her innermost depths before releasing inside her. Her body trembled uncontrollably in his arms, riding out the waves of pleasure that overtook her.

“Did you enjoy it that much?” he asked, his tone smug.

“…”

“You seem to feel it even more than last night,” he added, his lips curling into a knowing smirk.

Tessa, her body trembling with exhaustion, slid off the desk and picked up her discarded pants to put them on. The satisfaction of their encounter was quickly overshadowed by a wave of crushing shame, like a bucket of cold water poured over her, bringing tears to her eyes.

Meanwhile, Vicente, who had already fixed his collar and swept back his hair, stood impeccably composed as though nothing had happened. After tying off the used condom and tossing it into the wastebasket beneath the desk, he turned his gaze toward Tessa, silently observing her as she adjusted her clothes.

Just as she managed to regain a semblance of composure, his voice rang out like a sudden thunderclap.

“Stay here until he leaves.”

Tessa looked at him in disbelief, as if she had misheard. Vicente, however, simply wore an unapologetic expression, as if asking what harm could possibly come of it.

“I’ve sent all the assistants away, so you’ll have to act as my secretary.”

Before she could even respond, he took his seat and gave a curt order:

“Let him in.”

The door opened, and a familiar figure stepped inside. It was someone she had spoken to on the phone not long ago—the one who had curtly rejected her plea to be rescued from this place.

But the sense of betrayal she had felt then paled in comparison to the precarious emotions now swirling around her as their eyes met.

Tessa had been weeping uncontrollably on Vicente’s desk just moments ago, with Alex waiting outside the door.

When Alex entered, there was no handshake exchanged between the two men. Alex merely offered Tessa a brief, formal nod before taking his seat.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice any trace of what had transpired earlier.

“Have you been well?” Alex asked in a detached, professional tone. Vicente, lounging casually on the sofa, offered a faint smile.

“Why wouldn’t I be? Perhaps I should be the one asking how your people are faring instead.”

His demeanor was calm and composed, like a man who had just finished a round of work and now welcomed a guest. For Vicente, what had happened with Tessa was nothing more than a fleeting indulgence—a moment of amusement that carried no weight or shame.

“Have you been sleeping soundly lately?”

“And why do you ask?”

“Because it seems like you might already be losing confidence.”

Alex didn’t respond to the remark.

Meanwhile, Tessa stood rigidly nearby, hands clasped together, struggling to keep herself steady. She couldn’t even process their conversation; the words passed through her ears without registering.

She knew she needed to regain her composure, but it was proving difficult. Just standing there in that room felt like an overwhelming task.

Minutes passed. Finally, Vicente turned his attention to her.

“Tessa.”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Bring me the file on the desk.”

Tessa moved calmly to retrieve the file Vicente had pointed out. She walked toward them, fighting the lingering heat and discomfort she still felt below. Doing her best to clear her mind, she handed the file to Alex.

Perhaps it was a coincidence—or perhaps it wasn’t—but Alex’s fingertip brushed against the back of her hand as she passed him the file. It felt intentional, as though he were trying to communicate something.

‘You’re doing well.’

The silent message made Tessa shut her eyes briefly, trying to steady herself against the surge of conflicting emotions within.

* * *

Tessa, having lost track of time amidst the day’s tasks, stood before Vicente. He was at the same desk they had shared their intimate moment on, idly smoking a cigarette.

As usual, Vicente didn’t initiate the conversation. Tessa, her expression void of any emotion, broke the silence.

“I think that’s enough for today.”

Vicente knew exactly what she meant—she had received her share of guiding for the day and was signaling her intent to leave.

In truth, the thought of her tiny room had been haunting her all day, like a fleeting mirage. Tessa desperately needed rest. She’d done enough. And this time, it wasn’t just about the guiding.

Vicente didn’t try to stop her.

“Fine,” he replied, his tone light and unbothered.

“How’s the pain?”

“It’s much better than before.”

“That’s good. Come to me anytime it gets worse.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tessa replied with a faint nod. Just as she was about to turn away, Vicente called her name.

“Tessa.”

She stopped in her tracks, straightened herself, and faced him again. Vicente, now stubbing out his cigarette, leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on his knee as he looked up at her.

“I’ve eased your pain. Don’t you think I deserve at least a word of thanks?”

“…Thank you.”

“Not like that.”

He tapped his lips lightly with his finger.

Ah, not that, she thought bitterly. Anything but that. But Tessa knew she couldn’t refuse him. She never could.

Leaning down slowly, she pressed her lips against his in a brief, awkward kiss.

“See you tomorrow.”

She muttered, almost fleeing from the room as she left.

Vicente watched her retreating figure, her quick steps echoing through the corridor. His gaze shifted back to the desk, where a black file rested at the edge.

The file’s color matched Tessa’s tie perfectly.

Would that tie end up strangling her? Vicente wondered.

He stood from his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips.

After all, in any gamble, no one knows who the real winner will be—not until the very end.

* * *

Tessa fumbled with the key, her hands trembling as she slid it into the lock. Just as she was about to push the door open, a frail old woman carrying milk bottles appeared at the other end of the corridor. Without a word, the woman extended one bottle toward Tessa.

“I didn’t order any milk,” Tessa said, her voice flat.

The woman didn’t respond. She just stared at Tessa, her arm unwavering as if waiting for her to take it. Left with no choice, Tessa reluctantly accepted the bottle. Only then did the old woman turn and shuffle down the corridor, disappearing into the shadows to continue her deliveries.

Once inside, Tessa shut the door behind her. The familiar atmosphere of her small apartment washed over her, comforting in its stillness. It was the first time in days she felt truly alone, and she welcomed the solitude as though it were a blessing.

Time alone was a rare gift.

As Tessa moved through her apartment, she suddenly realized something unusual—there was no pain. Her head wasn’t pounding, her body wasn’t aching. She felt… healthy.

That realization should have lifted her spirits, but instead, it weighed her down. A strange melancholy settled over her. She glanced at the milk bottle still in her hand, then noticed something odd.

It wasn’t milk.

A small note was tied around the neck of the bottle. Intrigued, Tessa untied it and unfolded the paper. The handwriting was neat, formal, and unmistakable.

It’s a bath soak. Take a warm bath and relax.

I hope you’ll take a moment to rest, even if just for a while.

From A.

Alex had sent her a gift.

Tessa should have felt grateful, perhaps even happy. But instead, a heavy sadness swept over her like a tidal wave. She sank onto the couch, clutching the bottle in her hands, and cried.

 

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