Mini quickly went to the girls’ washroom and locked herself in a stall. Her hands were still shaking. She took out her phone and opened the chat with her boyfriend.

There was a new message.

Mr. Boyfriend ❤️:

Love you kitten. Wanna meet me?

A small, shy smile appeared on her lips. Without thinking, she replied:

Yes.

Just as she sent it, there was a loud knock on the washroom door.

“Mini? Are you in there?”

It was Kian.

Mini’s heart jumped. She quickly locked her phone and opened the door.

Kian was standing outside, his face dark with anger. His eyes were burning as he looked at her.

Before she could say anything, he grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her out.

“Kian… what happened?” she asked, scared.

He didn’t answer. He just dragged her through the corridor towards the old storage room at the back of the college. The moment they entered, he locked the door behind them.

Mini’s breathing became fast and scared.

Kian pushed her against the wall and trapped her between his body and the cold surface. He twisted her wrist hard, making her cry out in pain.

“Kian please… I’m sorry… I don’t even know what I did… but I’m sorry…” she begged, tears filling her eyes.

Kian’s face was inches away from hers. His voice was low and dangerous.

“I told you… never lie to me.”

He leaned down and bit her neck hard. Mini cried out, tears rolling down her cheeks. The pain was sharp. His teeth sank into her soft skin, leaving a deep mark.

“Why did you lie to me?” he growled against her neck. “Tell me… who was with you last night?”

Mini sobbed. “No one… I was alone… I don’t know… please stop punishing me…”

Kian finally stopped biting but didn’t let go of her wrist. He grabbed her cheeks with his other hand, forcing her to look at him.

“You know one thing, Mini. I am your only friend. Don’t talk to anyone in college. Not to any boy. Not even to any girl. You got that?”

Mini nodded quickly, tears streaming down her face. “Okay… I will not…”

Kian finally released her wrist. It was red and hurting badly. Mini held it to her chest, trying not to cry louder.

But in her mind, she was thinking:

Kian is my only friend. If I hurt him, he punishes me for my own good. He always says that. He protects me from everyone.

But sometimes… his punishment feels so bad.

He touches me like this… bites me… hurts me… but he says it’s because he cares.

That bloody Aryansh is even worse.

But my Kian… he never hates me. He just cares.

That’s why I depend on him. Because I am so weak.

But I don’t like these touches…

Mini lowered her head, silent and scared, while Kian stood there, breathing heavily, still looking at her like she belonged only to him.

Mini walked to her class alone, her head down. She had no friends to talk to right now. The hallway felt longer than usual. Her wrist still hurt from Kian’s grip, and the bite mark on her neck throbbed under her collar.

Meanwhile, Kian was burning with frustration.

He hadn’t touched Mini the way he wanted yet. He was holding back, telling himself she was too innocent, too pure. But the need inside him was growing unbearable.

He found Mona in the old storage room behind the college building.

The moment the door closed, Kian grabbed her roughly and slammed her against the wall. His mouth crashed on hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Mona moaned into his mouth as his tongue pushed inside, claiming her aggressively.

He didn’t waste time.

He turned her around, bending her over the old wooden table. Mona was half-lying on it, her ass up, dress pushed up to her waist. Kian yanked her panties down roughly and freed his hard cock.

He rubbed the thick head against her wet pussy, teasing her for a second, then thrust in deep in one hard stroke.

Mona cried out, gripping the edge of the table.

“Fuck… Kian…” she moaned.

Kian didn’t reply. He gripped her hips tightly and started fucking her hard. Deep, brutal thrusts that made the table shake. His cock slammed into her again and again, stretching her pussy, hitting deep with every stroke.

He leaned over her, one hand fisting her hair, pulling her head back as he pounded into her from behind.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, voice dark and rough. “So wet for me.”

He fucked her faster, harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the storage room. Mona was moaning loudly, her body shaking with every thrust. Kian reached around and rubbed her clit roughly while continuing to slam into her.

He was rough, almost angry — taking out all his frustration on her body. He bit her shoulder hard, leaving marks, as he fucked her deeper.

Mona came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock, crying out his name.

Kian didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, chasing his own release. Finally, with a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside her, filling her with hot cum.

He stayed inside her for a few seconds, breathing heavily, before pulling out.

He fixed his clothes, looked at her bent over the table, and said coldly,

“Clean yourself up.”

Kian was breathing heavily, still buried deep inside Mona. She was bent over the table, moaning, her body trembling from the rough sex.

Suddenly, Mona turned her head and whispered,

“Kian… can we date?”

Kian paused for a second, then pulled out of her roughly. He fixed his clothes and said coldly,

“No.”

Mona looked hurt, but before she could say anything, Kian reached into his pocket and took out a small pill.

“I forgot one thing,” he said, his voice flat.

He grabbed her jaw, forced her mouth open, and pushed the pill inside. Then he kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, making sure she swallowed it dry.

Mona choked a little but swallowed it.

Kian pulled back, wiped his mouth, and left the storage room without another word.

Mona cleaned herself in the washroom, her legs still shaky. When she came out, she saw Kian already sitting in class… right next to Mini.

He never left that bitch.

✨(Mini’s Truth):

Mini had a mental condition.

When she was still in her mother’s womb, her mother had a serious accident. It affected Mini’s development. Her body grew normally — she looked like any 20-year-old girl. But her mind developed slowly. She had the emotional and mental age of a 16-year-old.

That’s why she never went to regular school. She studied at home. Her father protected her from the world as long as he could. But after his own health condition worsened, Mini had to start working to support the family.

Kian knew everything about her condition.

He knew she was innocent. Fragile. Easy to hurt.

And sometimes… he used that against her.

In class,

Kian sat right beside Mini. He didn’t say anything at first. He just watched her quietly.

Mini kept her head down, trying to focus on the lecture. Her wrist still hurt from earlier. The bite mark on her neck throbbed under her collar.

Kian suddenly leaned closer and whispered in her ear,

“You know I care about you, right?”

Mini nodded silently.

He continued, voice low,

“Then don’t make me punish you again. Stay away from boys. Especially Aryan. You understand?”

Mini nodded again, eyes down.

Kian’s hand moved under the desk and rested on her thigh, gripping it possessively.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Mini stayed quiet.

She didn’t like when he touched her like this.

But she also knew — Kian was the only one who protected her. The only one who stayed with her even after knowing her condition.

She didn’t want to lose him.

Even if his “care” sometimes hurt.

To be continue....