Ravished

"Blew? You've done it once more. "Do you have any plans to visit the canteen?" says the waitress. I turned to face Julian and Jorkie, who were both staring at me from the windowsill where I was sitting with my sketchbook in hand.

I'm OK with where I'm at right now. Apart from that, I'm not very hungry. "All you have to do is go to the canteen first," I said, before shading what I had sketched with my color prism.

"Which town went up in flames? You never have to worry about being hungry. If you're not hungry, you'll be on your own on the roof of the building. With a smirk on my face and my hair tucked behind my ear, Julian said, "We're concerned about you."

"Worried. Crazy. This has always been my personality. Okay, you're famished, so let's get started. "Perhaps you'll consume me later," I thought as I pulled them away and adjusted my seat. I then looked out the window and into the car.

"All good, just go home tomorrow, and we'll be on our way out." Right,Blewy?" In between messing up my hair and taking my spectacles, Jorkie said something, which he placed in the armchair of a chair that I didn't recognize.

I don't even know the names of our classmates since I'm too excited to recall their names right now.

When they bolted, I was on my own, and it was difficult for me to make my way down to the window.

Because my limbs are so little, I'm unable to reach the ground below me. What the f*ck was going on?

I was able to effectively slide my back against the wall in a gentle manner! I was able to get away unharmed!

My vision is blurry, but I am still able to see.

When I got to the desk where my mirror was, someone walked in front of me and elevated my chin to make me seem better.

The fact that I can't see the person in front of me means that I can't stand where I am right now.

When I don't have access to a mirror, I'm completely blind.

I was on the edge of passing out because of the sliding metal in my ears and the frigid plastic on my nasal bridge.

I was able to see the guy in front of me and maintained my gaze upwards at him.

As he stared me in the eyes with his dark eyes and heavy brows, I swallowed my tongue and turned away.

As he went away from me and sat on the chair where he had set my mirror, I couldn't keep my look away from him and I blink as he walked away from me.

"Thank you," I said in hushed tones, then bowed and walked away from him, returning to my position in the audience.

My familiarity with him is limited due to the fact that he is a new classmate. Despite the fact that he transferred, he still didn't have any friends a week later since he didn't relocate.

His voice was only heard once, when he introduced himself on the first day of class.

"Demonitry" appears to be his given name. He didn't say anything else. Apart from that, I don't see him all over the place during the day at school. He's always in the room, and he's always talking.

The case in front of him now looks to be similar to the unpleasant case that had approached him previously, and he stared at me.

When my next-door neighbor committed a mistake, I planned to go up to the window and confront him.

As opposed to grasping to the rails, I gripped to the glass, and my fingers slipped as a result of the perspiration on them.

"Shit!" On the cheap, I was able to slow down the occurrence.

The only thing I could do was close my eyes and pray that I didn't have any fractures or wounds, or that my bone didn't become displaced in any way.

The price is too high for me. When I fail, it is a source of embarrassment for Mama.

"Oh, Papa God!" says the narrator. I made this statement before to praying for hail Mary and our father in heaven.

"Amen," I said softly, perplexed as to why I hadn't fallen when I was supposed to.

What is going on with my back and thigh, as well as the fact that something appears to be on my neck, is also a mystery. Another question is, why does it look that the person on my side is difficult?

After I opened my left eye and followed the right with my other eye, he expanded until he was the size of a sparrow.

"S-sorry," I said in hushed tones, as if we were newlyweds and he had forced me to say sorry.

Yes, please transfer the funds. Due to the fact that we aren't really close, I'll refer to him as Demon.

Thank you for your understanding if he refuses to lower me any more, and it's much more awkward now that my arm can feel his strong chest and my head is resting on his bicep, and I can't deny that his body shape is attractive. Her complexion is perfect. I was humiliated, and when I glanced in the mirror, I realized that I didn't look anything like anybody else.

As he swallowed me, he was still looking at my nose with his eyes wide open! Wow! The weirdos of today are out of this world bizarre.

The first time I saw it moving up and down was while I was staring at his Adam's apple like an idiot. It was almost as though what I was doing was being perverted by my own will.

Wow. My plans include attending church and confessing afterwards, despite the fact that I have not yet dressed. I've committed far too many sins. The dirt becomes the dirt of my very essence at that point!

God, please accept my heartfelt apologies! First and foremost, I was a bargain. Second, I feigned to be extremely alluring, and third, I sinned by inquiring as to the whereabouts of this man, who had a tremendous amount of charisma.

"What?" I nodded and glanced at the button on my shirt for a while before whispering once again. My blouse's belt had become slack.

After that, there was the one that he was gripping to my thigh and didn't have a skirt on it. Why is it that our skirt is just three inches long, yet the sleeves on our blouse are many inches long?

"No," he responded simply, and my pupils dilated as I locked my gaze on him once more. It was my fault for looking around since my nose came into contact with his nose and, unhappily, the lip would come closer with only one push if I didn't move quickly.

He had his Adam's apple going up and down, and I couldn't move because I couldn't move. Why am I being forced to go through something like this? I guess I'll stay with Julian and Ian for the time being.

"I'm sincerely sorry," I whispered as I stepped away from him, embarrassed because he was so gorgeous, and then I pretended to be in front of a mirror, my face in front of him, and said "I'm truly sorry again."

Given that I am incredibly intelligent while looking at him, it is a good thing that he isn't distracted by my looks. As a result, I don't look in the mirror very often.

Please accept my heartfelt apologies. "I'll be down later, so I'm wondering what our classmates will think when they see us in this condition." When his hand slipped across my thigh, landed on my glass of wine, then slipped again, my hair stood on end. When his palm reached the inside of my armpit, all of the hair on my body rose up in response.

He said, "All right," without showing any emotion, and then he crouched and lowered me, extending me all the way up to his elbow. He had to kneel to see what I was saying.

Is it my fault since I'm just 5'4" height and he's 6'4" tall that I'm having this problem?

Immediately after I freed him from his bending, both of my cheeks were scorching, and he was staring at the top of my head and the length of my beautiful black hair.

"W-why?" Afterward, I confronted him and realized that I had forgotten to return to the window and complete coloring my sketch.

There was a sense that I was locked in my current location, and when I looked up, his brown eyes dragged me back in, as if I was about to collapse at any minute.

"Nothing. It's the same as your lash line. I love how thick and naturally curly and long it is," he muttered in hushed tones. "I found it amusing that he turned his back on me. " It entrapped me in my current state of affairs.

"You have the ability to communicate!" After looking in his direction and seeing that he had already taken his seat, I was surprised.

"Of course I can," he said, a cynical tone in his voice. When I saw him, I grinned like a fool in front of him, and I snapped my hands again while looking at him."

"Damn it!" says the narrator. "Did the devil get a hold of my words?" I cursed, and I got a smack across the lips for my trouble. I clinched my teeth and walked away from the table.

It wasn't until I took a big breath that anything unexpected happened.

"Take it easy, blow." "I already have a lot of crimes on my conscience today; please don't allow me to add any more." As I mumbled, I sat by the window with my sketchbook and color shading pencils for another round.

My profession is that of a demonologist. You may refer to me as the devil," he replied, and I spun around since I hadn't expected him to be behind me. His hands were hanging on the edge of the ledge, and he was beaming a bright smile at me, and I could see the whites of his teeth becoming more visible.

My vision has returned to me. I was taken aback by him.

"You do realize you're Blewy, don't you?" After brushing my hair away from my face and laying it on the side of my ear, he said something.

He hasn't let go of the side of my ear that he has been holding onto.

I noticed his adam's apple moving up his chin as he nibbled the inside of his lower lip once again.

What the f*ck was going on? What is the reason behind this? How did I get into this situation in the first place, and why am I being punished this way?

"Hmm," I whispered, then moved closer in case he touched my chin and lifted it delicately. "Hmm," I murmured again.

I was looking at the corner of his brow with my eyes.

"Hmm. The fact that he remarked and then grinned at me again took me completely by surprise, as did the fact that he drew his face close to mine and raised my hair at the nape of my neck.

"You do, however, have a nice appearance, "I swear to God."

He had to leave the room since the bell had gone off, and as soon as the bell had gone off, he turned away from me and returned to his proper location.

It took me by surprise, and I quickly returned to my seat.

"Oh, how does that look like?" says one. "You have a light complexion." The fact that Julian was already next to me, had a drink and a mango on my desk, and had stroked both of my cheeks, went completely unnoticed by me."

"Hey! It's almost as if you were witness to a ghost sighting. I'm interested in knowing what happened to you. Ian looked perplexed and astonished before handing me the gum, which I blinked at and smirked at in return.

"It's all right, ah. Perhaps I'm taken aback by the fact that I'm terribly hungry."