NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 259: Caught! 2 *R18
Matt tried to remain calm, but it was difficult to do so, considering the situation.
John’s expression turned cold as he stared down at the trembling man, who refused to look back at him.
Celeste didn’t answer. She simply lay on the floor, still recovering from her intense orgasm and basking in the tickling sensation of John’s cum spilling out of her insides.
Matt felt like he had been punched in the gut, and all the air left his lungs. His heart shattered into a million pieces, and he collapsed onto the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
Celeste’s heart ached as she watched him cry. She hated herself for hurting him like this, but she knew that she couldn’t help it.
If she was to be honest with herself, their love had long died out. They were together out of convenience and because they were used to it, but seeing him like made her realise it was time to move on.
She gathered her strength and stood up. With trembling legs, she approached him.
"I’m sorry," she whispered softly.
Matt looked up at her in shock and anger, his eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down his face.
"You’re sorry?! You’re sorry?! What kind of bullshit apology is that?! You just fucking cheated on me!"
Celeste flinched and took a step back.
"I... I know. I’m sorry."
"I don’t want your apology! I want an explanation!"
"I..." She started but didn’t know what to say.
"I don’t love you anymore, Matt."
"What? That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me? I’ve given you everything! I gave you my heart, my soul, my body, and this is how you repay me!?"
Matt was livid, his body shaking with rage and his voice cracking as he yelled at her. Celeste felt terrible, but she had nothing left to offer him. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him how much better John was in bed and that she didn’t even love him anymore.
She should feel terrible, but the truth was that Matt had a whole life outside of their relationship, and he wanted her to wait for him at home. She was isolated, and now she knew why she never made friends. She could not be a good girlfriend for him. She did not want to be a stay-at-home woman waiting for her man to come home to her. She had dreams and ambitions, too.
"Matt, we need to end this."
Matt stared at her in disbelief, his mouth agape, and he blinked rapidly as if to make sure he was awake.
"NO! You’re not getting out of this so easily," Matt screamed as he leapt to his feet and lunged at her.
Celeste reacted instinctively, stepping to the side and delivering a sharp elbow to the back of his head.
Matt cried out in pain and stumbled forward, falling face-first onto the floor.
She gasped as she saw the blood seeping from the wound on the back of Matt’s head.
What she didn’t see was Matt preparing a fireball while he was down. It was already too late for Celeste to react when Matt turned around and launched his fireball at her.
Celeste closed her eyes and braced herself for the impact. She felt the heat of the flames licking against her skin, but there was no pain.
She slowly opened her eyes to see John standing in front of her, shielding her from the flames with his body.
John held up his arm and clenched his fist, causing the flames to dissipate. He lowered his arm and turned to look at her.
Celeste stared at him in shock and awe.
"What... how did you..."
She was at a loss for words. John smiled and chuckled softly.
"I have skills, too, Celeste."
Celeste stared at him, her mind racing with thoughts.
’How could he have blocked the fireball? It was so powerful!’
She was stunned. John was stronger than she could imagine.
John turned to look at Matt. Matt was panting heavily and glaring at John.
Matt wiped the blood from his nose and glared at John.
"This isn’t over! I’ll get you back for this!"
John scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Matt clenched his fists and stormed out of the room.
The silence left by Matt’s departure was deafening.
Celeste was still in shock. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She looked over at John, who was standing in front of her, completely unfazed.
Celeste dropped to the floor. Her knees buckled underneath her as the gravity of the situation finally dawned on her. She covered her face with her hands and started to sob uncontrollably.
John watched her with sympathy.
"Come here, Celeste," he whispered softly.
Celeste hesitated, but she knew that she needed comfort right now.
She shuffled over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest.
She could feel his warmth and his heartbeat. She felt safe and secure in his embrace.
"It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay," he whispered as he stroked her hair gently.
"I know this is a lot to take in, but everything’s going to be okay."
Celeste nodded slightly. She didn’t know how John could be so calm and collected, but it helped soothe her nerves.
John took a deep breath and sighed.
"I know this isn’t the best time, but I have to go. Myself and the people from my base are actually on a mission right now."
Celeste pulled back and looked up at him.
"What? What do you mean? Where are you going?"
John shook his head and smiled.
"Nowhere in particular. Do you want to come with me? There’s nothing for you here anymore."
Celeste bit her lower lip as she thought about his offer.
’Was this really happening?’
She looked around the room and realised that he was right. She had nowhere to go and nothing to stay for. She turned to look at John.
"Yes. I’ll go with you. I don’t want to be alone."
"Great, let’s go, then."
John held out his hand and Celeste took it.
He led her out of the room and down the hallway towards the exit.
The door to Celeste’s dormitory remained open, and the light from the setting sun shone through the doorway.
The system’s notification chimed as they stepped out.
[Break Up the Childhood Sweethearts Quest Completed]
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[Shockwave Skill Upgraded to A-rank]
John smirked as he dismissed the notification.
Celeste hesitated for a moment as she glanced back at the room where everything had changed.
She took a deep breath and stepped out into the evening air.
John followed closely behind her, his hand still holding hers.