Chapter 4: Faceless Man!

Invader's POV

As I stumbled through the woods, my attention was drawn to a silhouette gracefully moving among the trees. It became apparent that she had recently left the nearby river, as she delicately balanced gourds brimming with water. I could see it was Saintilia even though the darkness of the evening weighed heavily upon the surroundings, and it struck me that she shouldn't have stayed at the river so late. Despite my desire to assist her and accompany her safely back home, a sobering realization washed over me – I was inebriated, and I didn't want to unintentionally frighten her with my state.

As I gazed at her silhouette, I noticed a physical reaction that has become more frequent lately. I struggled to restrain my impulses, desperately attempting to control my urges. Yet, an overwhelming sense of shame engulfed me, leaving me questioning myself. Could it be that my unease arose from witnessing this girl's growth from a young age, making these feelings seemingly inappropriate? I couldn't help but wonder how Jonas, if he were still alive, would have perceived our friendship, especially knowing the unsettling thoughts that circled my mind concerning his precious young daughter. The mere thought of him witnessing this from beyond the grave was enough to fill me with guilt and remorse. After all, I promised him to look after her. Was it really wrong to have these thoughts?

it appeared as though she sensed my presence, causing her to halt her steps abruptly. I wondered if it was my request that led her to stop. What was I even thinking, putting myself in such a precarious situation? The fear of being recognized by her intensified, urging me to take evasive action. Hastily, I sought refuge behind a tree, desperately hoping that my concealment would shield me from her keen eyes. My heart pounded in my chest, echoing my anxiety, when I heard her voice break the silence, inquiring if someone else was there. I knew I couldn't risk being discovered, so I held my breath, determined to remain silent until she resumed her movement.

A surge of excitement coursed through me, a feeling I hadn't experienced in quite some time. As we ventured further into the woods, the dense canopy above blocked out the sky, plunging us into a deeper darkness. At that moment, she lost her footing. And out of frustration she cursed at me. To some extent, I knew it was my doing. Filled with concern, I hurried over to offer my assistance, but in my haste, I accidentally slapped her.

When she tried to stand up, her swift move startled me and it was too late to hold on to her, and we both fell down where I landed on top of her. No doubt she assumed I was attacking her. I attempted to gently restrain her, hoping it would help calm her, but instead, she started to push back with force. My fear of being caught silenced me, leaving me unable to speak up or protest. Her aggressive resistance triggered a mix of emotions, causing my heart to race. I felt aroused despite the situation. I knew I had to maintain control of myself, but her violent resistance made it increasingly challenging.

I found myself overwhelmed by a surge of sexual desire that coursed through my body, making it difficult to maintain control. In an attempt to protect myself from her aggression, I had no choice but to lay on top of her, preventing any potential blows. The darkness enveloped us, obscuring my view of her movement. As the struggle intensified, I managed to intervene just in the nick of time, averting a potential blow to my head as she attempted to strike me, leading to an unintended consequence — her dress tore open during the tussle.

I lost control and inadvertently touched her breasts, igniting a strong desire to engage in more intimate actions. However, she was not receptive to my advances, making it clear that she wasn't willing. When she reacted defensively by kneeing me in the groin, the pain was intense, but despite that, I knew I couldn't let it deter me from respecting her boundaries Needless to say I was surprised how strong she was but I was too involved now to walk away.

In her thoughts, she had already blamed me, falsely assuming that I had intended to harm her, despite my genuine lack of ill intentions. Regrettably, it was too late to rectify the situation. Nevertheless, I made up my mind that regardless of the consequences, I would finish what I started. The fear of being caught never crossed my mind, as there were no witnesses present, and I trusted that whatever transpired would remain confidential between the two of us.

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The effect of the alcohol mixed with adrenaline was making me hard. This girl was young but strong. I blamed her for having a fully developed body at such a young age. I tried to calm her down but my message was not getting through. I found myself unable to calm her without giving away my true identity. I underestimated how feisty she was. It became apparent that there was no way for me to retreat now; I had committed myself to this course of action. At this moment, it didn't matter whether my motives were good or bad; the desire to possess her consumed me entirely.

In that intense moment, I desperately wished for her to stop fighting. My intention was never to cause harm to her, but my effort seemed to have gone unnoticed. I loosened my grip slightly, hoping to force open her legs. However, in that vulnerable moment, she managed to seize the opportunity, sensing my physical reaction to the situation.

She made a sudden move that tightened her legs closed even more. Her moaning confused me. Could she be enjoying this? Then why was she fighting? She moved her face away when I tried to kiss her. I supposed she felt disgusted with the stench of alcohol on my breath.

I was overwhelmed with lust. I acted like a hungry dog ravaging his food. I've had many thoughts about her ever since I learned Emilio asked Jonas for her hand in marriage when she turned 16. I was doing nothing wrong to this child since I waited a long time. Emilio had no right to claim her purity. I wanted to be the first to have her. 'I am sorry Saintilia. Emilio was responsible for this.' Until this moment, I had refrained myself from approaching her. With Jonas's absence, I feared that Emilio might seize the opportunity to pursue her. My desire was to share an intimate moment with her, but not under these circumstances. I had hoped she would willingly choose to be with me, but now I realize that was merely wishful thinking on my part.

She slapped me when I touched her down there. Much to my pleasure she was moist. I played with her a little in an effort to ease the tension in her body. Suddenly, she bit my arm but I was too high to feel any pain. I didn't know how much damage she had done. That was something to deal with later.

The indescribable feeling that came over me when I finally entered her drove me out of my mind. 'I am sorry Saintilia' I whispered to myself because I knew I was taking something precious from her. I knew I was hurting her but I couldn't control myself. Before exploding inside of her, I pulled out and finished myself off spreading my juice all over her.

I didn't want her to get pregnant. Not only because it was her first time, but then there was the possibility of her having a baby, where the truth would be revealed, and everyone would find out about what I did to her including my wife. I felt a sense of triumph but then I realized that she was no longer responding. I checked her pulse, thank goodness she was still breathing. I began to panic and could not decide what to do next. Then I heard footsteps and I felt relieved knowing someone would definitely pick her up and bring her home.