At the party, I accidentally ingested a love potion and ended up spending a wild night with my sworn rival. The next day, when my friend Rachel asked me how it was, I tried to save face by lying, “It wasn’t anything special. I barely felt a thing, and then it was over.” Unfortunately, my rival overheard this comment. With a smirk, he forcefully dragged me back to the hotel where it all happened. Pinning me down, he slowly removed his hearing aid and mouthed the words: “Now that it’s off, I won’t stop.” “Don’t beg for mercy like you did that night.” “After all… I can’t hear you.” With a loud rip, I tore James’s designer shirt in half. Straddling him, my fingers clumsily roamed over his abs, eliciting heavy breaths from him. Just as I reached for his belt, he suddenly grabbed my hand, frantically signing: I managed to make out that he was trying to say no. “Damn it, James! Are you trying to kill me here?” “I’m already like this, and you won’t touch me? Are you impotent or something?!” “If you can’t do it, find me a real man who can.” I burst into tears. Who would have thought attending a party could lead to being drugged? And the effects were so strong, I was burning up and losing all reason. If I didn’t get a man soon, I feared I might actually die. James’s grip on me loosened for a moment. His sharp Adam’s apple bobbed a few times as he swallowed hard. He signed again: “Are you sure you won’t regret this?” I lost my patience and pushed myself up to kiss him fiercely. “If you’re a real man, just do it! Why so many questions?!”
The next morning, I woke up with an aching body and a parched throat. Supporting my sore waist, I was about to get up for some water when I caught sight of James resting beside me with his eyes closed. His hair was disheveled, and visible scratches and kiss marks adorned his neck, looking utterly debauched. Especially that large bite mark on his chest. My breath caught as my brain went into overdrive. Who am I? Where am I? What did I do? Who is this man next to me? Then I let out a high-pitched scream like a startled meerkat. Holy crap, I had spent an entire day and night rolling around with James, my sworn rival!! Forgetting all shame, I hurriedly put on my clothes and fled the room on shaky legs. When I got home, my parents, who had been unable to find me, looked me over several times. Seeing that I was unharmed, they finally relaxed. “Oh, Lily dear, have you seen my James?” a voice suddenly cut in, making me jump. It was James’s mother. I looked up and realized that James’s parents were also at my house, seemingly having been there for a while. James’s mother’s face was filled with worry: “That boy disappeared after the party last night.” “We checked the security footage and saw you two leaving together.” “How come only you came back?” Meeting James’s mother’s gaze, my heart suddenly tightened, and I couldn’t help but look away guiltily. Of course I knew where James was. We had been lying in bed together just hours ago, doing unspeakable things. If our parents found out we had slept together, they would definitely try to get us together. But James was my sworn rival. We could never be together. Besides, last night was just an accident.
Just as I was wracking my brain for how to respond, James’s mother’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she hurriedly walked past me: “James—” As soon as she spoke, an intense and piercing gaze fell silently on my back, like a sharp knife scraping against my flesh. I stiffly turned around to find James looking at me. He signed, indicating he was fine, then lifted his eyelids to look at me. He asked: “Why did you leave first?” His expression reminded me of last night when I was on top of him, and he kept signing to ask if the intensity was okay. As the chaotic memories flooded my mind, I hurriedly turned away and fled upstairs. Back in my room, I locked myself in the bathroom and dunked my head underwater, trying to shake off those indecent memories swirling in my brain. “Lily Evans, what kind of R-rated thoughts are you having?!” I scolded myself. I forced myself to stay calm, silently reassuring myself. So what if I slept with James? It’s not a big deal. James probably doesn’t care either. He might even be disgusted by it. We can just pretend nothing happened. Just like how he’s always kept his distance from me before.
James and I grew up together as childhood friends. Because our families lived close by, we played together all the time as kids and were practically inseparable. Back then, James’s hearing was still fine, and he didn’t need a hearing aid. Every day after school, the first thing I’d do was go find him, and he never tired of playing with me. Until that year when James was ten. He came down with a high fever, and due to delayed treatment, he was left with a disability. From then on, he had to wear a hearing aid to hear. It was from that day that the once gentle boy gradually became unpredictable in his moods. He grew quiet and withdrawn, often shutting himself in his room and refusing all treatment. I tried to cheer him up, but whenever he saw me, he would throw things, lose his temper, and angrily tell me to go away. Even at that young age, I could clearly sense that he didn’t want to see me and even resented my presence. But I’m not one to give up easily. The more James pushed me away, the more I appeared before him, deliberately opposing him in everything. As we grew older, he continued to distance himself from me. And so he became the rival I was determined to challenge at every turn.
I hid at home for three days. During that time, my best friend Rachel kept trying to get me to go out, but I made excuses and refused. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go out. My waist was still sore from James’s intense… activities. James was nearly 6’2″, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscular arms could easily lift my 130-pound frame with one hand. That night, he had me pinned against the wall with one arm as my body endured wave after wave of pleasure. And he still wasn’t satisfied, insisting on trying multiple locations. I began to suspect he might have an addiction to this kind of thing. It wasn’t until the fourth day, when my body had somewhat recovered, that I finally agreed to meet up with Rachel. As soon as we met, Rachel eagerly asked what had happened between James and me. “Spill it! What’s going on with you and James? He’s been asking me about you non-stop lately.” James asking about me? My first reaction was disbelief. After keeping me at arm’s length for so many years, shouldn’t he be avoiding me like the plague? But under Rachel’s persistent questioning, I ended up telling her about sleeping with James. “What? You slept with James—” Rachel looked utterly shocked, her voice rising to an alarming pitch. I quickly covered her mouth before we could attract attention in the cafe. “Damn, Lily, you’ve really done it now. You actually managed to bed James Potter.” “So, how was he? Was it mind-blowing?” Rachel nudged me with her elbow, a mischievous grin on her face. My face instantly turned red. Although I didn’t want to admit it, I had to say that James was pretty good in that department. The only issue was communication. Sometimes when things got intense, his hearing aid would fall off, and no matter how much I begged, he wouldn’t stop. In the end, I could only press against his ear, brokenly crying and pleading between gasps.
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