Chapter 45 Kyla’s misfortune and Aron’s desperation

Rumi saw the boy leave with a small smile on her face, which turned into a giggle when she heard him tease her husband on his way out. *Putt* "Here." The sound of coins hitting the counter brought her attention to the girl standing in front of her.

"Thanks for your hard work, little girl. If you are done with the work then you are allowed to leave for the day." "Hmm." Rumi saw the girl walk away when she was reminded of the boy once again. "I heard you two speaking. You know the boy?"

Ava turned around and answered positively in her listless voice. "Yeah, he is the same one I told you about." "Ohh.. the boy who shot a spear through the eye of a cloud poison panther?" "Yeah, he is the one." "Wow.. well you never told me he was this handsome haha.."

Rumi had to abruptly stop her laughter when she saw the uninterested face of her little girl. "What's the matter? Why are you so upset?" Ava took a long look at the bulging chest of the lady before shaking her head. "Are you sure I am your child?"

Rumi's head was instantly covered with cold sweat. She leaped down from her platform, hugging the girl. "What stupid ideas are you getting, little one?" The softness pressed onto her flat one, frustrated Ava even more. She had to hold the woman apart. "Then how do you explain such massive difference?"

The lady in purple dress noticed that the girl was referring to her chest and her face blushed. How was she supposed to answer that? Scratching the bridge of her nose, Rumi tried to fire-fight the situation. "That's not exactly the measure you should be using to disqualify your parents, Ava."

"Also, you are still so young. It's entirely possible that you are still growing. Believe me, in a year or two, you might see the difference." "Might? Huh.." Rumi had no idea what to say. "I am leaving." She can only sigh, gazing at the back of her daughter.

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"Hmm.. let's hope that this works." There was still some time left for Caleb to return from his work. Aron thought of triggering the spell, now that he had completely decrypted the string of ancient script letters. He had rations for two tries. He might need to buy another set if the spell doesn't work.

Picking the last item, he placed the skull of a dead human infant in the center of the diagram he had copied from the grimoire. Checking one last time and finding that all the doors and windows were locked, Aron began his chant. Having practiced each syllable to the limit, the spell should not be difficult.

Crossing his fingers the boy placed it right on top of the skull. *Sigh* "Let's hope for the best." Tranquility prevailed in his mind. *Muttering* His lips moved in a practiced fashion, inciting the magic from the grimoire. *Blast* The skull broke into pieces as the other items caught fire, burning in an explosion.

The room was filled with thick gas and Aron fell to the ground, clutching his head. "Dammit!" He was totally expecting this outcome, but even then, the disappointment was real. Dragging his weak body over, he managed to push open the window, allowing the choking gas to disperse. His head ached and he fell back in his bed, passing out.

An hour passed when Aron had returned to give the spell another try. "Please work." This was going to be his last attempt. Analyzing his last try, he can't find anything wrong with his casting. *Muttering* Aron had squinted his eyelids, imagining another blast. Seconds passed into minutes and he opened his eyes to find that everything except the small skull had disappeared.

He can feel butterflies fluttering in his belly, excitedly waiting for the miracle to happen. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes, he kept waiting. Nothing. There was no response. "Haah.. it can't be helped." Disappointment prevailed and he got up, putting his shirt back on and leaving the room.

*Knock* *Knock* Kyla was in her bed, reading a small booklet when she heard the knocking. At first, she panicked, but gathering her courage she went ahead at called out. "Who's there?" "It's me, Kyla. Open up." Her racing heartbeats slowed down after hearing the voice.

She opened the door to find a boy waiting for her. Without saying a word he walked in and jumped in her bed. "Sad?" She can tell from his grumpy face that he was probably distressed over some matter. "Yeah." Laying next to him, she held the boy in her arms. "What happened?"

Finding her face so close to his, Aron didn't hold back. Taking her chin in his hands, he pressed his lips onto hers. "Hmm.. can't say I hate it hehe.." Kyla giggled, wiping the excess saliva from her face. "The spell casting. It failed." She knew about his endeavors of trying to cast the spells.

"Ohh.. how many times?" "Twice." "Haha.. what's the big deal about it, then? I heard even the most talented students take around 3 to 5 tries before they can do it properly." Aron can notice the cleavage from his position but chose to ignore it for now.

"I know, but still. I practiced a lot." "Then do you want compensation for that?" Her hands hovered over his crotch, gently pressing down on it to locate the sleeping python. Having been familiar with his extraordinary size, Kyla was ready this time around.

Her heart raced when the boy only smiled back at her. That can only mean that he was not opposed to the idea. With a grin on her face, she slipped down, until her face was right over his groins. Aron helped her loosen his belt, exposing his flaccid cock that was rapidly gaining strength with every passing second.

Taking this as a stress buster he let the girl curl her fingers around his shaft, moving it up and down. The fascination in her eyes helped boost his confidence. Kyla on the other hand was in awe of the thick bulbous head that was exposed when she peeled off the foreskin.

This was the first time she had seen him from this close. The last time in the tent when she gave him a blowjob in his sleep, it was dark, restricting her vision. Her tongue reached out to touch the pulsating head, licking it cutely. Slowly her lips wrapped around the thickness, moving her head up and down, while her hands held onto the shaft.

"Mhhhh... Kyla.. ammughh.." Aron's hands rested on her head once she had half his dick in her mouth, her saliva lubricating it. The continuous suction she maintained kept the boy on the edge. "Take it deeper." He was not satisfied. His cock wanted to reach the very depths of her oral cavity.

Kyla smiled rubbing the head all over her face, covering herself in his scent. "Do you like it?" Aron bobbed his head in agreement, making the girl chuckle. "You are so big, Aron. It's not possible to take it all in, but I will try." Aron nodded once again in response, holding her hair and tugging it behind her ears.

"Ghuuuu.. guuulgg.. gluu.." He found his cock growing by a few centimeters. The noise her throat made was enthralling, to say the least. Kyla's face was completely focused on the task at hand. Her face was red, trying her best to suppress the gag reflexes.

Both of them were almost lost in the thrilling experience when suddenly they heard loud bangs on the door. "Open up... Kyla!!" The voice alarmed the girl. She hurriedly got off the bed, holding Aron by his arms and dragging him to her bathroom. "Open up bitch.. you want me to break the door?"

Signaling a confused Aron to stay silent, she whispered in his ears. "Please don't make any sound, Aron. I will deal with them. Please don't come out, no matter what happens. Okay?" He can't understand what was going on, but in the heat of the moment, he replied in positive. "Sure. But who are those guys?"

Kyla had a bitter smile on her face, as she shut the door and latched it from outside. "I will tell you later." She wiped off her lips and taking a deep breath she unlocked the door to her room. As soon as she did that the man outside grabbed her hair and forced her into the room. "What took you so long, slut?"

"Let me go.. fucker!!" She forced herself out of his arms while the men behind him locked the door from inside, with lustful smiles on their faces. "Do you see that? Our girl had turned quite fiesty in a single week she had been away from our dicks. What do you say? Should we show her the actual place she belongs to?"

Aron can hear the voice very clear and he was reminded of the day he had found someone forcing himself on Kyla. This was certainly the same guy. As expected, he was harassing her even now. He wanted to go out there to help her, but all those men were probably many years older than him.

Sneak attacking one guy was a different matter, but fighting a whole bunch of them? Aron was aware of his limitations. The only result will be a thorough beating for him and he will only be a burden for the girl. Gritting his teeth in frustration he can only stay silent and wait.

"Hehe.. of course, boss. Bitches need to be shown their place from time to time." The group took hold of Kyla and despite her protest, tore away her clothes, leaving her naked. *Slap* A hand printed on her face, leaving her bleeding from the corner of her lips. "I told you, Kyla. We can avoid all this. Just tell me the room number of the brat who kicked me. I am going to cut off the ball of that bastard."

Every time he was reminded of the day, a shiver would run through his body. That unfortunate day, he had almost lost his family jewels to that vicious strike. The anger from that day was not going to die out when he can crush that boy with his own hands.

Finding the resistance in her Kyla the man chuckled with a ruthless gaze. "Good. Very good. Let's show you hell once again. Maybe that will change your mind. All of them took their clothes off, dragging the girl to the bed and forcing themselves on her while she tried to muffle her voice for the entire duration.

Inside the restroom, Aron's eyes were red. He had never felt this much anger in his entire life. All the muffled voices of Kyla's cries were squeezing at his heart. This was no longer just forcing themselves on her without her consent, rather this had turned into full-fledged torture. He can definitely make out the sounds of a belt crashing over the soft skin.

His nails dug into his palms drawing blood. Weak. He was a weakling. He can't even help the girl who is trying so desperately to protect his identity. Why would she go this far? Just because she loved him? He never even truly reciprocated her feelings. And he didn't even keep that from her, rejecting her many times. Yet, here she was, doing all she can to not let these bullies find him out.

*Rumble* *Rumble* Outside the building, lightning crackled in the skies, leading to a heavy downpour. An hour had passed when Aron can hear the voices die out. Waiting for another five minutes, he steeled his heart and opened the door. He was shivering in anger when he saw the laceration marks all over the naked girl's back and buttocks.

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