Captured by the Yandere Space Pirates-Chapter 26 -

The storeroom's silence was a fragile cocoon, wrapping Syn in its cold embrace as he sat hunched in the corner, his back pressed against the unyielding metal wall. Shadows clung to the crates and shelves, a labyrinth of darkness that shielded him from the chaos he'd fled—Vera's paintings, Mia's unseen eyes, the life he'd thought his own now stripped bare.

His knees drawn up, arms resting limp across them, he stared into the void, his mind a churn of anger and despair, a hollow ache where certainty once stood. Then, a faint hiss shattered the stillness—the door sliding open, a sliver of light piercing the gloom.

A head with short black hair poked in, Pako's silhouette framed by the corridor's glow. She squinted into the dark, her eyes darting over the cluttered space, unable to pierce its depths. With an impatient huff, she slapped the wall, her fingers finding the light switch, and the room flared into harsh clarity—crates stacked haphazardly, dust motes swirling in the sudden glare. Her gaze snagged on a single shoe jutting from behind a box, and a grin split her face. "There you are, Syn~!" she sang, her voice a burst of delight as she leapt toward him, a whirlwind of energy crashing into his fragile solitude.

Syn jolted from his daze, his head snapping up as Pako's lithe form barreled into him. She pounced, straddling his lap with a gleeful thud, her momentum shoving him harder against the wall, the cold metal biting into his spine. Her bare legs clamped tight around his waist, her shorts riding up to expose smooth, tanned skin that pressed against him with an insistent warmth.

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"Now, Syn," she purred, her hands seizing his collar as she leaned in, her face hovering inches from his, her breath hot and teasing, "let's dive in right here—put a bun in my oven, yeah?" Her dark eyes glinted with mischief, her lips curling into a lewd smirk as she grazed his cheek with hers, rubbing against him like a cat marking its claim.

"Pako—you're back?" Syn's voice rasped, thick with exhaustion and surprise, his hands hovering uncertainly as her energy engulfed him, a tidal wave crashing over his fragile shore.

"Here I am—I raced back as fast as I could!" she chirped, her cheek sliding against his with a slow, deliberate grind, her voice dropping into a pleasured hum. "Aww~~~ I missed this so much." Her breath tickled his ear, her closeness a dizzying assault on his senses, stirring the numbness he'd sought in the dark.

"Pako—Pako, Pako!" Syn's hands shot up, gripping her shoulders with a sudden jolt, pushing her upright with a force that made her sway. Her head tilted, confusion flickering across her flushed face as she blinked down at him, her grip on his collar loosening.

"What?" she asked, her voice softening into a puzzled murmur, her dark eyes searching his. She paused, her smirk fading as she caught the shadow in his gaze, the slump of his shoulders. "Did something happen?" Her tone dipped, a rare thread of concern weaving through her usual chaos, her hands sliding down to rest lightly on his chest.

Syn looked down, his eyes tracing the scuffed floor, the weight of Vera's words—Mia, your stalker—still crushing his chest like a vice. The silence stretched, heavy and taut, until Pako's fingers brushed his chin, lifting it with a gentle nudge. "Hey, look at me," she said, her voice steady now, insistent yet soft. "Tell me what's wrong."

He met her gaze, the storm in his mind flickering in his eyes. "Is Mia here?" he asked, his voice low, edged with a quiet dread that made her brow furrow.

Pako tilted her head, doubt creasing her features as she nodded slowly. "Yeah, she's around—last I saw, she was chatting with Vera about something." Her fingers lingered on his chin, her touch a fleeting anchor as she studied him, sensing the cracks beneath his surface.

"Can you take me to her?" Syn pressed, his voice tightening, a desperate thread weaving through it as he leaned forward, his hands dropping to his sides, clenching into fists.

"Yes..." Pako said, then paused, her eyes narrowing as she caught a glimpse of something dark blue blooming against his neck—a faint, bruising mark beneath his collar. "I mean, Vera told me to bring you anyway—hey, what's this?" Her fingers brushed the spot, and Syn flinched, a sharp wince escaping him as the tenderness flared. "Vera did this?" she asked, her voice dropping into a gentle murmur, her touch softening as she traced the edge of the love bite.

Syn nodded, a curt dip of his chin, his jaw tightening as the memory of Vera's teeth sank back into him—her possessive claim, her unshakable grip. "She's such an animal," Pako muttered, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she ran her fingers along his Adam's apple, a soothing stroke that eased the sting. Then her eyes lit up, a spark of mischief igniting as she straightened. "Oh! I almost forgot—I've got a present for you!"

Before he could protest, she seized his wrists, yanking his hands up and pressing them firmly against her breasts, her grip unyielding as she held them there. "How are they?" she asked, her voice dropping into a sultry purr, her eyebrows arching as she leaned closer, her reddish face glowing with a provocative smirk.

Syn froze, his breath hitching as the soft warmth of her chest filled his palms, her boldness a shockwave through his fractured state. He tugged back instinctively, his arms straining, but her hold tightened, and against his will, his fingers clenched, sinking into the plush give beneath her shirt. "You can squeeze them to your heart's content now," she teased, her tone dripping with lewd delight as she pressed herself closer, her legs tightening around his waist. "No more teasing me about being flat, huh?" Her smirk widened, a flush of pride coloring her cheeks as she watched his reaction.

A jolt ripped through him, a sudden shift from the mire of despair to a raw, unexpected flare of excitement. Moments ago, he'd been pulling away, retreating into the shadows of his mind, but now his hands betrayed him, kneading her with a curiosity he couldn't suppress. "Wow," he breathed, the word slipping out unbidden, a grudging admiration as he felt the curves she'd once lacked. Back in their ragged teen years, Pako had been a stick, flat as a board, the butt of his relentless jabs—now, she'd grown into something undeniable, a transformation he couldn't ignore.

She giggled, a high, triumphant sound that danced through the room, her head tilting back as she basked in his reaction. "You like them, right? All natural—just so you know." Her voice swelled with pride, her chest puffing slightly under his hands as she grinned, her dark eyes glinting with victory.

"Didn't think you had it in you," he said, his tone a mix of surprise and reluctant awe, his hands still moving, squeezing gently as if testing the reality of her claim, the sensation a lifeline pulling him from the abyss.

"Should I strip?" Pako asked, her voice dropping lower, her eyes locking onto his with a sultry intensity as she arched her back, daring him to say yes. Her hands hovered at the hem of her shirt, ready to peel it away, her smirk a challenge etched in every curve.

Syn's eyes widened, the question slamming into him like a freight train, his mind scrambling to process her audacity. "Not now," he managed, his voice rough, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he wrestled with the urge she'd sparked. "Later—maybe." The words were a dodge, a delay, but his hands lingered a moment longer before he forced them to still.

Pako grinned, undeterred, her victory secured in his hesitation. "Fine—since you got your treat," she said, her tone turning sly, "now it's my turn to take what I want." Her hands slid up his chest, gripping his collar again as she leaned in closer, her intent a blazing ember in her gaze.

"What? No!" Syn yelped, his hands jerking back to shield his groin, panic flaring as her weight pinned him, her thighs a vice he couldn't escape. He squirmed, trapped beneath her, his breath hitching as he braced for her next move.

But Pako laughed, a low, teasing chuckle as she bypassed his defenses, her hands darting up to interlock with his. She leaned in, her lips crashing against his in a kiss that was all heat and hunger, her fingers threading tightly through his as she turned his resistance into a dance. Syn pushed back, his hands straining against hers, but her grip held firm, her kiss deepening with a fierce passion that drowned his protest. She pulled back, just enough to smirk against his lips. "Thought I'd go lower, huh?" she murmured, her voice dripping with sarcasm, her eyes glinting as she caught his flush of shame.

He turned his head, his cheeks burning, a flicker of embarrassment mingling with the heat she'd stoked. "I'll get there soon," she teased, her smile widening as she leaned in again, her lips claiming his once more. "No rush—we've got time." Her kiss was slower now, deliberate, her breath a warm tide against his skin as their interlocked hands danced midair, a tangle of fingers swaying with each press of her lips, muffled sounds echoing in the silent room.