Chapter 41: Hungry Morales

Morales lay against the infirmary bed with a bandage wrapped around his head. A small medical monitor beside him beeped steadily while three familiar faces surrounded his bed.

Sophia sat closest to him, her arms folded and her expression still troubled. Chloe stood beside her, looking as though she was struggling to contain her anger. Amelie, meanwhile, had been complaining for several minutes.

"Honestly, Emma Bentley is unbelievable," Chloe muttered. "After everything that happened, she still had the nerve to get involved with those people."

"And I told you about the room arrangement," Amelie added, adjusting her glasses. "I specifically warned you that giving everyone your room number was a bad idea."

Morales sighed. "I’m fine. Can we stop talking as though I’ve been buried already? I promise this won’t happen again." He said, ’Maybe I stayed too low a little too much.’

"You’re lying in an infirmary with a bandaged head," Sophia replied. "What exactly do you expect us to do?"

"Perhaps celebrate my recovery?"

Chloe gave him an unimpressed look. "You’re impossible." She then crossed her arms tightly, her expression furious. "We need to report Jayden and get the board involved. That psychopathic bastard crossed every line."

Morales kept his face mostly expressionless, staring blankly at the ceiling tiles. His head throbbed with every heartbeat, but a cold, calculated fury burned underneath the physical pain.

"It’s fine," he murmured, his voice raspy. "Let them play their games for now. Just... give me a moment alone alright have to calm my head."

Sensing the need for quiet, Sophia exchanged a brief, knowing look with the others. "Alright. We’ll check back in later, Morales. Don’t do anything reckless."

Slowly, the three girls filed out of the private infirmary ward, the heavy door sliding shut behind them with a soft pneumatic hiss.

The room fell into an oppressive silence.

A few hours later, the door clicked open again.

Morales didn’t bother turning his head, assuming it was one of the nurses or returning allies. But when the footsteps paused beside his bed, he shifted his gaze.

Standing there was Emma Bentley.

Her vibrant red hair was slightly disheveled, and her green eyes were red-rimmed, carrying the unmistakable weight of panic and guilt. She was still wearing the ultra-short designer skirt she had worn earlier but different designs.

Morales’s expression turned to stone. He propped himself up slightly on one elbow, his dark, electric-blue eyes locking onto hers with murderous intent.

"Get out," Morales rasped, his voice dripping with venom. "Before I decide to break every bone in your body right here in this bed."

"Wait—Morales, please! Just listen to me!" Emma stammered, stepping closer with a desperate, trembling breath. Tears welled up in her eyes as she rushed to explain herself. "I didn’t want to do it! I swear to God, I didn’t want to leak your room!"

Morales narrowed his eyes, offering a cold, mocking scoff. "Oh you really did it. Is what you said supposed to make me feel better? You took the picture of my door and handed it directly to Jayden’s hit squad."

"It was Christopher!" Emma sobbed, her voice cracking as she rushed out the confession. "Christopher Goodman... he was blackmailing me!He has a compromising video of me, nudes I sent to Alex, who stupidly gave it out to a group before, he still uses it to threaten me too.

I’m stilll captive in his web and Christopher on the other hand threatened to send them to everyone in the academy, to my family, to the entire student body, if I didn’t post the picture of your door anonymously!"

She covered her face with her hands, trembling uncontrollably. "I had to do it... I had no choice! And... and the truth is, I’ve been drawn to you ever since you stood up to those guys on the first day for Chloe and Sophia.

I tried to push it away, I tried to convince myself that staying with Alex was enough but he’s actually a douchebag overall, and I’ve cared about you this whole time!"

Before she could finish her frantic plea, Morales ripped the IV needle out of the back of his hand, a drop of blood welling up at the puncture site. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, moving with terrifying speed.

Before Emma could react, Morales grabbed her by the throat, slamming her back against the sterile white wall of the infirmary.

"You absolute, pathetic piece of trash," Morales hissed, his face inches from hers, his voice a low, suffocating growl. "You let yourself get cornered, and instead of finding a way out, you threw me to the dogs. Do you have any idea how much trouble you are to me taht I’ll make you my lover? Do you know who else is behind the bounty on my head?!"

"I-I don’t know!" Emma choked out, her hands clawing desperately at his forearm as lack of oxygen flushed her face. "I swear I don’t know who set the bounty! I only leaked the room number because of Christopher! And it was still him who..."

"Fuck it say it." He choked her a little more and she started slapping his hands.

"Morales please," he gritted hard and released a little, "Christopher was the one who still told me to release that anonymous message of you being the poorest in prestige." She cried.

"What the fuck! What your deal!!! And you call what you have for ne love?! You fucking love yourself bitch! You are the cause of that bloody bounty bitch!!" Morales said.

"I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I love you so deeply much." Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Well this was the first time he was really angry in this world, he was pissed, but she wasn’t his definite problem right now because he knows if she really wants to be his lover she would do anything to claim that title, with the help of his system he could see her corruption level, even if what she said was really genuine, still not enough reason to add her to his harem.

Morales stared into her tear-filled green eyes, reading the raw terror. His cock on the other hand has betrayed him, he wanted to stay angry but now he looked more turned on than angry.

Without a word, a dark wave of dominance took over Morales. He spun her around against the wall, pressing her face flat against the cold surface. With his left hand gripping her neck to keep her pinned, his right hand hooked into the waistband of his trousers, yanking them down along with her short designer skirt.

Emma let out a frantic gasp against the wall. "Wait, no, Morales, please—go slower, I’m a virgin—!"

"This isn’t pleasure, Emma," Morales whispered darkly against her ear, his hand tightening on her throat. "This is your punishment for being a pathetic, treasonous little snake. You wanted my attention so badly? You have it."

Without another second of hesitation, he drove into her from behind. A sharp, breathless cry tore from her throat as the invasive intrusion forced her body to yield.

Her inner muscles were fiercely tight, gripping him with an intense, unyielding heat. The raw friction sent a jolt straight up his spine, but Morales reined in his instincts, establishing a hard, deliberate pace that forced her to feel every inch of his control.

"Look at you," Morales growled into her ear, his voice low and relentless as her body trembled under his hands. "You thought you could betray me, play both sides, and just cry your way out of it? You thought you could hand my location over to Jayden and walk away clean?"

"N-No... Morales—" she sobbed, her fingers clawing helplessly at the wall.

He ignored her cries, driving deeper with calculated, rhythmic power. Every strike was precise and punishing, testing her limits and pushing her past the initial wave of sharp pain into an overwhelming, disorienting shock of pure sensory overload.

"So fucking tight, it’s squeezing me so hard. Looks like you’re taking my big size so well." He said with a sinister smile.

"I don’t think so...." She tried to talk in between her moans, "it’s too big and I don’t think I can breath well. Arghhhhhh! Argghh! Huhhhh! Humph!" She loaned loud.

The friction inside her tight cunt built a searing heat between them, making her knees shake and her breath come in ragged, desperate hitches.

Morales maintained total authority over the rhythm, holding her neck firm to anchor her against the wall while his lower body delivered relentless force.

He watched her break down completely under his weight, her body shivering, her voice reduced to broken moans swallowed by the quiet room.

"Too fast, your dick feels good but it’s too big. Ahhhhhh! Ughhhh! Ughhh!"

"Don’t spout nonsense you’re taking it so well, if not you won’t be moaning like a sexy slut am I wrong?" He said and drive into her so fast with relentless pace, so fast that her fluids kept in dripping and dripping, even the blood taht came out of it before has dissolved in it.

"You’re so hungry for my cunt aren’t you. Ahhh! Ahh! Ahhh! So Gooooodddddd! I’m cominggggg." And rush of her fluids dripped the floor but well he wasn’t done yet.