The Animagus: From Hunter to Monster-Chapter 76: Kill the Enemy

Grabbing her by the waist, he savoured her with a passionate kiss. Seeing him react sent a sense of joy down Deborah’s spine. Taking the opportunity, she took her hands round his neck deepening the kiss.

The tension was much, the heat of the moment was much, as though his body was going to explode anytime he carried her up and gaged her to the wall, ripping her buttons off. He sighted the fair round flesh on her chest

Squeezing them, she let out a soft moan.

Seeing the pleasure and urgency in her eyes he let her go.

A smile crept on his lips.

Staring at him in confusion, tears welled up in her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked slightly.

"You seem to want me badly," he replied as the smile on his lips became wilder.

"Buji pls...." She was caught off by his lips again, but this time, he lifted her and made straight for his room. Dropping her on his cozy bed, he tore her bra apart tossing it aside as he squeezed her breasts, before dropping his lips on them.

This was it. This was the exact pleasure Deborah had wanted. Her soft moans filled the room as he finally let go of her nipples, and unbuckled his belt to pull down his pants.

Looking up at her, he pulled her shorts off revealing her net red panties.

With a smirk, he tore them off before placing his long dick into her clit, making her moans grow louder. He rubbed on them before slipping it inside.

"Shit," was the only thing Deborah could say out of breath.

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Buji woke up the next morning to the faint glow of sunlight, filtering through the curtains he had yet to hang. His body felt heavy, and his mind was foggy. It was as if he was just emerging from a dream he couldn’t quite remember.

He peeped out of the window of his room and saw that the street was still sirene and quiet. It was unlike when he was in school where he had to wake up to bustling activities.

He returned his body back to his bed, and stared at the ceiling above, thoughts flooding into his head.

He thought about what happened last night.

What happened in the previous night came rushing back in fragments, as he thought about what had happened and how everything happened. The way at which Deborah lingered her glances on him, her lips which were soft against his, the way she had pulled him closer, and the way he had given in to the situation.

He turned his head slightly, catching the breath in his throat. Beside him, was Deborah, laying down with her dark hair fanned out across the the pillow. She was still unconscious since her face was serene in sleep. Her position made her look peaceful, innocent, like she could never do such, but Buji knew better.

It was his second time doing such a thing at his young age. His first trial was understandable, but the lady beside her... He tried to compare their ages but thought it to be incomparable.

Or maybe, she had been deceived by his physique... He cursed under his breath, running a hand over his face.

’What the hell have I done?’

He had crossed a line. A kind of line that he hadn’t even realized was there until it was too late. The guilt he felt, was immediate and sharp, and the stabbing sensation in his chest sent by this guilt, seemed like a blaring horn of disturbance to him.

Deborah had been helpful, even kind enough. But...but he had never intended for things to go this far between them. And yet, here they were. She had started it, quite alright, but he could have rejected, declined.

Carefully, and slowly, Buji slipped out of bed so as not to wake her. He grabbed his clothes from the floor where they had been hastily discarded the night before, and took it to the bathroom to await laundry. He reruned aftwerwards, and dressed up quickly. He needsd a bit of air, a little space to think and process what had happened and what it meant.

He believed there was a meaning beyond what had happened. So, he left his bedroom.

He was heading to the veranda, making his way from the living room when his eyes fell on the sight that clearly described his laziness. The sight of the shopping bags still scattered across the floor only heightened his unease. They, sorry, he should have arranged them accordingly, and placed them in order. The apartment was now more of suffocating than comfortable.

His phone, which he had left on the sitting room’s center table buzzed loudly. He hesitated before picking it up. When he did, his stomach sank as he saw Kira’s name on the screen.

She had sent him a message. Buji collected his phone and navigated to the messaging app to check what the content of Kira’s message was. The message was long, and it only intensified his guilt as he read it.

"Buji, I don’t even know where to start. You left the clinic without a word causing a lot to be in dismay. Our team members had visited the clinic to check up on you but you were no where to be found. It really called for concern, so, very soon, you will be searched for like you were wanted..."

"I tried calling you but it seems you’ve been avoiding my calls. I thought we were closer than that. I thought you trusted me. But now, I see that you’re bent on hiding stuffs from me."

"As a matter of fact, I’d like to let you know that I’m aware of the strange interface which seems to be affecting you. I’m not trying to be on the negative part, it had really caused a great change in you—your physique, your muscles, the strength, and even your aura has changed."

"Well, she’s been aware all these while," Buji clamored his speech., yet, the message continued.

"I know about your solo raid, I suspected that was where you went to, leaving a lifeless body then to be termed sickness. I knew everything right from the start of reading one of your collections, "SEA". I knew there was something you were not telling me. And honestly, I will be disappointed if you really are not willing to."

Buji went through the message again. His hands trembled as he read it a few more times.

He had done none of that on purpose. Kira had always been there for him, like a mathematical constant struggling for survival at all cost..

He sank onto the couch, his head in his hands. How had things gotten out so quickly, so out of control? First Deborah, now Kira. He felt like he was losing grip on everything that mattered.

Before he could formulate a response, a familiar sensation washed over him. The air around him seemed to shift, and a faint hum filled the room.

Buji looked up, widening his eyes to see that the screen has materialized before him, floating in mid-air.

<Ding!>

[Kill the Enemy!]

"What enemy?" Buji was shocked as well as confused.

The words glowed in bold, red letters, stark against the pale background of the screen. Below them, a timer appeared, counting down from 10:00.

Buji’s mind drifted to the message Kira had sent him. Was he receiving the warning or quest from the system because of Kira? Was Kira his enemy?

He thought of the possibilities of that being true, and decided not to believe it was her. Meanwhile, he needed to know whom it was since he has only ten minutes to get that done.

Just then, Deborah had stepped out of the bedroom and was heading towards Buji.

[Enemy Detected!]

[Immediate Quest: Kill the Enemy!]

[Reason: She is a Spy!]

Buji’s mind raced as he stared at the blaring red screen hovering above Deborah’s head.His stomach churned as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The system surely had its own way to joke with humanity. Surely! Buji didn’t understand why it had tagged Deborah, the lady who had been nothing but helpful since the previous day, the lady who had kissed him and shared an intimate moment with him the night before, was now marked as his enemy.

The words on the blaring screen echoed in his mind, but he wasn’t too sure, and hence, not ready. He couldn’t bring himself to act on them—not yet.

He needed to be sure. Besides, he found it weird to kill a human. He thought everything had been centered on killing beasts, so why now? Why will the system ask him to kill a human.

Deborah moved to the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared coffee for her and Buji. She was oblivious to the red screen above her head—she couldn’t see it. So, she was unaware of the danger she was in.

Buji watched her carefully, his mind working overtime to piece together the puzzle.

Was she really a spy? If so, who was she working for? And come to think of it, why had she suddenly gotten so close to him?

Buji clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He couldn’t jump to conclusions. He needed proof.

Yet, he had no time to check time. His timer was counting down as fast as possible, and he needed to accomplish the task.

His main suspect now is Deborah.

"Deborah," he called out, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.

She turned, a warm smile on her face. "Yes?"

"Can we talk for a minute?"