Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 35: How Can I Trust You, Tina?

After the emotional storm with Tina, I drew a long, steaming bath to reclaim my body and mind from the night’s wreckage. The tub filled slowly under the gush of hot water from the faucet, tendrils of steam rising like ghosts from the chaos below, carrying away the lingering scents of vodka, sweat, and metallic blood.

Tina’s guilt was a gamble that I had played, knowing well enough that it could backfire on me. But somehow, it worked in favour of me. This world isn’t simple—Ruby thinks that, but I don’t. There are a lot of disruptions around me. Tina’s reaction of growing a dick wasn’t that odd. It was as if she had experienced weird things before.

"What are you hiding, Tina?" I whispered to myself.

I poured in a generous capful of vanilla-scented bubble bath—my favourite from the corner store, creamy and indulgent—watching white foam bloom across the surface, thick bubbles promising a barrier against the world. The apartment echoed faintly with Tina’s remorseful scrubbing: broom sweeps, clinking shards of broken mugs, her muffled sniffles as she wiped down the couch stains. Her guilt chained her to the task perfectly, buying me this sanctuary.

Sinking into the water felt divine, the heat enveloping me like a lover’s embrace—gentle, insistent, melting the tension knotted in my shoulders from her brutal grips.

My bruised wrists throbbed at first, purple marks blooming like dark flowers under the suds, but the warmth soothed them, drawing out aches from my thighs, the jagged bite on my neck, and the welts across my ass. I leaned back, head resting on the tub’s edge, letting out a deep sigh as muscles I’d held rigid for hours finally unclenched.

The vanilla fragrance intensified, heady and sweet, wrapping around me in fragrant clouds that masked last night’s raw musk. I lingered there, eyes closed, tracing fingers over slick skin—collarbone sticky no more, breasts buoyant in the foam, legs parting lazily as heat pooled deeper, chasing away phantom pains with liquid fire.

Twenty minutes stretched to forty; water cooled to perfect tepid, skin pruned pink and reborn. Emerging felt like shedding a skin, steam beading on mirrors fogged opaque.

I patted dry with my softest towel, the fabric whispering against freshened curves, then slathered on vanilla body lotion—rich, whipped texture gliding over every inch. It sank in hungrily: arms, hips, thighs sheened glossy; neck bite now a faint pulse under the scent veil. The fragrance bloomed fuller, intoxicating—warm vanilla sugar, evoking fresh-baked comfort amidst my mental battles.

Finally, I slipped into my comfiest clothes: oversized grey hoodie swallowing my frame like armour, soft against bruised ribs; loose black leggings hugging legs without constriction, cotton-blend yielding to every movement. Fresh underwear cradled me securely, bra wireless and breathable. Barefoot on cool tiles, vanilla trailing, I felt great—really, really great. Reborn, scented, ready. Now, it’s time to confront Tina—and deepen my act.

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I sat on the opposite end of the table, lowering my eyes as Tina shot me repeated looks, which are full of guilt. Picking up the cheese sandwich, I took a bite out of it, chewing it down it slowly.

"Sharon, is it... good?" Tina asked, with a hopeful tone.

I flinched at words, shooting a quick glance before nodding my head. "It’s good," I whispered.

Tina sighed in relief, rubbing her neck slightly. "About last... night... I wasn’t in my right mood. Being a woman, I know the gravity of my actions—my actions can never be corrected. Rape is an offense which can’t be forgiven—not just by you, but by me too. I have done a very, very bad thing... Sharon, I-I am your culprit... you can do whatever you want."

I raised my head, looking into her eyes. "You... should go, Tina. I know that you like Alex, don’t you? Don’t w-worry... I won’t say anything to him. You can be rest assured."

She flinched at my words, shaking her head in denial. "It’s not him! It’s me, Sharon—I am your culprit! I don’t care if you tell him or not—you can punish me however you want. As for Alex?" Her eyes gave me a sad look. "After this incident, I don’t think it will be good for me... to meet him—harbour any thoughts about him." A self-deprecating laugh escaped from her lips.

"You hurt me because of him, Tina." A few tears leaked from my eyes, trailing down my cheeks. "Why... Tina... what did do?"

Tina took a sharp intake of breath. "Sharon, I was blind with rage and hatred—I didn’t understand what my actions could result in... Alex... I love him, but it didn’t give me the right to hurt you—not like this..." She gave me a desperate look. "Sharon, please allow me to correct my actions... I will do anything."

"H-how can I even... t-trust y-you... after the horrible things you did to me last night?" I stammered through fresh sobs, my voice breaking into shaky fragments as I hugged my knees tightly to my chest on the couch, the bruised skin on my body prickling uncomfortably under the harsh morning light filtering through the blinds.

Tina knelt frozen before me on the debris-strewn floor, her blue eyes wide with utter desperation and remnants of last night’s guilt, her chocolaty-brown hair still tangled from her frantic scrubbing attempts earlier. "I will do anything to earn your trust back—absolutely anything you demand of me," she vowed fiercely with a voice raw from endless apologies, her hands clasped together tightly as if in desperate prayer, knuckles white from the pressure. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

I cried harder then, tears cascading down my cheeks in hot, unrelenting streams while my body trembled convincingly with feigned devastation. "Then prove it to me right now... lick my toes clean," I whispered, the command slipping out laced with humiliated venom, testing the true depth of her submission amid the apartment’s wreckage—shattered mugs swept into half-hearted piles, couch stains fading unevenly under her frantic cloth wipes, the air thick with lingering vanilla from my recent bath.

She stiffened visibly in that instant, her spine snapping rigid as a board, her face paling dramatically while the words sank in deeply—humiliation mirroring the brutal dominance she had forced upon me just hours ago.

Her gaze dropped slowly to my bare feet curled delicately beneath me on the couch edge, and her breath caught audibly in her throat. My legs and toes were utterly beautiful, long and elegantly sculpted with smooth, flawless skin glowing softly in the light, calves curving gracefully into slender ankles, arches high and perfectly formed, toes dainty and symmetrical like polished pearls—nails naturally pink and gleaming, each one a masterpiece of feminine allure that seemed to mesmerize her instantly.

Tina’s eyes flashed with unknown emotions then—a turbulent mix of disgust, awe, hunger, shame, and something darker, primal, as they traced the silken lines from my heels to the tips of those perfect toes, her pupils dilating uncontrollably.

"See? I k-knew... t-that you are l-lying to me all along..." I wailed dramatically, closing my eyes tightly and burying my face deep into my hands, my shoulders heaving with exaggerated sobs that echoed off the apartment walls like accusations

Silence stretched taut between us like a pulled wire, broken only by my calculated sniffles and the distant hum of the city outside.

Then suddenly, I felt something wet and warm touch my big toe—her tongue, tentative at first, flicking softly against the smooth pad with a slick, reverent glide that sent an unexpected shiver racing all the way up my beautiful leg.

She didn’t stop there; her lips parted wider obediently, enveloping the digit fully in the hot cavern of her mouth, sucking gently with muffled whimpers of deep shame vibrating against my skin as saliva trailed hot and slick down my flawless arch.

Humiliation burned her cheeks a deep crimson, but she lavished each toe methodically now—second toe, third, pinkie—her tongue swirling between them with humiliating precision, tasting the faint salt of my perfect skin mixed with lingering traces of floor grit, her blue eyes locked upward in desperate supplication.

I peeked through parted fingers subtly, triumph coiling cold and sharp in my gut like a serpent awakening. Her total submission sealed the invisible chain around her neck: the towering predator leashed at last, reduced to worshiping the very beauty she had tried to break.

Tina’s mouth worked diligently across my stunning feet, kissing the high insteps tenderly, licking the sculpted heels with broad strokes, until every inch glistened wetly under her devoted attention. She pulled back at last, gasping for air raggedly, her eyes pleading silently for mercy. "Do you trust me now, Sharon?"

Power thrummed through my veins like raw electricity, a surging current that matched the intensity of Ruby’s fierce loyalty from our pact but remained entirely mine to wield without question or compromise. "More," I murmured softly, my voice cracking artfully with just the right tremor to draw her back in deeper, luring her submission further into the web I spun so carefully.

Tina’s breath hitched audibly, her blue eyes flickering with that same turbulent mix of shame, awe, and undeniable hunger as they traced my beautiful legs once again—those long, elegantly sculpted limbs glowing with flawless skin, calves curving gracefully into slender ankles, high arches begging for worship. She hesitated for a split second, lips still glistening from her devoted task, but the command pulled her forward like gravity.

Crawling closer on her knees amid the apartment debris, she lifted my right foot reverently with both hands, cradling it as if it were fragile porcelain, her thumbs stroking the silken instep with trembling adoration.

Her mouth returned hungrily, tongue lapping broader now across the ball of my foot, tracing every perfect curve with sloppy, fervent strokes that left cool trails drying in the air. She sucked each toe again in turn—big toe engulfed deep, swirling around the pearl-like nail—moaning low against my skin, the vibration sending illicit sparks up my thigh.

"Like this, Sharon?" she whispered between licks, voice muffled and broken, cheeks flaming as she nuzzled the arch, inhaling the faint vanilla from my lotion like a drug. Her fingers massaged my calf higher, kneading the firm muscle with guilty fervour, eyes flashing those unknown emotions brighter—lust warring with remorse, beauty overwhelming her fractured will.

I watched through half-lidded eyes, tears drying strategically, the act of vulnerability giving way to cold triumph. Her transformation’s monstrosity knelt enslaved to my allure; Alex’s shadow paled against this control. "Higher," I breathed, parting my legs slightly, testing the leash’s length. She obeyed instantly, lips trailing kisses up my flawless shin, power absolute.

As I bit my lip in contemplation, Tina’s actions gained became faster.

For some reason, I can see that something is wrong with Tina—something that I don’t want to know.