Chapter 2 1 - Faster, Satisfy Me.

As the sole heir to the Alistair family, Camilla lived a life of perfection. Beautiful, wealthy, famous, beloved by her family, and highly intelligent. She was like a queen in the modern world, and like a drop of refreshing dew to her parents.

Camilla's hair was black and hip-length. Camilla had a piercing gaze, dim blue irises, and a pair of well-defined eyebrows and long, curly eyelashes. Her lips were plump, often tinted with pink lipstick. Camilla had a beautiful face with Asian-European ancestry, complemented by a prominent nose.

Camilla graduated from Yale University with a Bachelor of Arts in history. She also earned a Master of Business Administration (MBA) from Harvard Business School.

But no one knew that Camilla's lifestyle was far from normal. Her life was enviable and people wanted to be like her, but she had a very bad habit.

Camilla suffered from Hypersexuality Disorder, also known as sex addiction. In medical terms, this disorder is incredibly difficult for sufferers to control.

Typically, people with this disorder are constantly preoccupied with sexual fantasies and constantly preparing themselves for sex, with anyone they feel the urge to have.

Hypersexuality Disorder is a serious impulse control disorder that can cause significant damage to a person's health and overall well-being.

Camilla didn't understand why she was suffering from Hypersexuality Disorder, but it was clear that it began when she was fifteen. Every night, Camilla would spend the night with several men, repeatedly, but always with different men.

Camilla, originally from the United States, owns a super-luxury home called Xanadu 2.0 in Medina, Washington. Xanadu 2.0 itself means "protected earth," and is equipped with the latest technology. Property prices in this area are also quite impressive, reaching over 100% per year.

Not only Camilla, but other wealthy individuals, including Bill Gates and Jeff Bezos, have also chosen Medina as the location for their dream homes. Medina is also known as a secret place where not just anyone can live, let alone enter or leave freely.

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A knock on the door echoed, shattering the silence in the large room now occupied by a young woman. She lay on the bed, a thick blanket covering her petite body.

The woman was Camilla, and she slowly opened her eyes. Camilla stared at the ceiling, her body no longer aching.

“Miss, the Master and Madam are waiting for you at the mansion.” A woman's voice rang out noisily from outside the room, her constant knocking on the door, which was incredibly irritating for Camilla.

“Miss, we can't waste any more time,” the person said again.

Camilla let out a ragged breath, immediately sat up and massaged her head. Quickly, she pulled back the blanket, and at that moment, she saw a man sleeping beside her.

Camilla immediately got out of bed, looked in the mirror on the dressing table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Unable to control herself again, she soiled herself again.

“Miss, are you okay?” asked a voice from outside the room.

"Bella, I'm still alive, so stop knocking!" Camilla insisted. She was so annoyed, and her father's right hand kept ruining her day.

Regret for choosing that room as her sleeping place immediately surfaced. She should have gone to her room, and Bella wouldn't have been able to disturb her.

Camilla decided to go to the bathroom, wanting to clean herself and get ready to return to the family mansion. The woman opened the door and quickly closed it. She walked into the shower and turned on the water.

The cool water truly calmed Camilla. She closed her eyes and savored every drop that wet her body. Her long, black hair was already completely wet. Camilla's eyes slowly opened, and at that moment, she felt someone hug her from behind.

"You're up too early," a man said.

Camilla remained silent, letting the man hug her tightly and kiss her shoulder. Camilla's eyes closed again, his hand squeezing her breast, and she couldn't resist the touch.

"Camilla, I want you again." The man licked the back of Camilla's neck, his fingers playing with her nipples slowly and deliberately.

"Zinan, I have to go back soon." Camilla bit her lip. She had to hold on now, she had to get home quickly and ignore Zinan's enticing advances.

"Just a moment, please." Zinan turned Camilla around to face him.

The man immediately crushed her lips and held Camilla's nape.

Camilla couldn't resist, completely lost in Zinan's play and returned the man's kisses. Camilla's hands tightly embraced Zinan's body, and she tilted her head up to match the handsome man's warm kisses.

The splash of water completely melted them both, devouring each other and losing track of time. Camilla felt Zinan's manhood harden again, hitting her stomach, while his hand continued to support her nape.

Zinan released his kisses, kissed Camilla's forehead, and immediately attacked her neck. He licked Camilla's neck, not forgetting his left hand, which was now moving towards her womanhood.

"Zin-nan... ah, don't play with me!" Camilla said firmly as Zinan continued to lick her neck. Camilla hugged Zinan tightly, biting her lip as his fingers gently caressed her womanhood.

"Camilla, could you please not go today?" Zinan asked hoarsely.

Camilla opened her eyes slowly. "Father's waiting for me. Ah... hurry up and finish this game!"

Zinan couldn't do anything; he knew perfectly well that she was completely obedient to Mr. Alistair's words. As a hired hand, he could only endure their relationship; he understood that Camilla was powerless to rebel.

Zinan, bored with Camilla's neck, immediately attacked her breasts. He nibbled on her nipples and moved his hands slowly to spread her vagina.

"Ah... Zinan, you're playing with me again!" Camilla declared. The woman shifted restlessly, Zinan's fingers now toying with her clitoris, and one of his fingers entered her heavenly hole. Camilla took a slow breath, controlling her pounding heartbeat.

Zinan grinned through his licks of Camilla's breasts. He squeezed her buttocks and inserted two fingers into her delicious hole. He moved his fingers in and out, playing with them at a fast tempo.

"Ah, yeah!" Camilla wrapped her arms around Zinan's neck, hugging his strong, comfortable body tightly for protection.

Zinan stopped his actions and quickly turned Camilla so her back was facing him. He positioned her slightly on her haunches, then rested her hands on the bathroom wall.

Camilla could only surrender; she could only accept it now. She closed her eyes slowly, her lips slightly parted as Zinan entered her from behind. He held her hips, while his hips moved to pump his manhood into Camilla's delicious hole.

"Camilla, shhh... you're really driving me crazy!" Zinan moved slowly, trying to savor every friction and massage of Camilla's womanhood. He slapped Camilla's buttocks lightly, then moved a little rougher, thrusting his manhood deeply.

"Ah, Zinan... faster!" Camilla pleaded. She felt an incredibly different sensation as Zinan slapped her buttocks gently. Camilla glanced back and saw Zinan, who returned her gaze with a smirk.

Zinan ignored Camilla's pleas, moving slowly, allowing her to move in search of satisfaction.

“Zin-nan... don't play around,” Camilla said between movements. She couldn't play now; she had to get home soon, or her father would come and drag her away.

“Beg, Camilla.”

“Zinan... please,” Camilla said again.

Zinan immediately sped up his movements, hugging Camilla from behind and squeezing her breasts.

“Ah... ah... Zin- aaah... yeah!” Camilla moaned as Zinan mercilessly entered her. She held her breath, closed her eyes, and bit her lip.

“Camilla,” Zinan whispered.

“Y-yes... Zinan,” Camilla replied softly.