My girlfriend's downfall-Chapter 46 -

At the same time, Logan's throbbing, burning cock was gripped tight by Lily's insanely strong vaginal muscles. Logan was right on the edge, ready to explode as Lily's fluids shot out, pushing him over. Hot, thick streams of semen shot deep into Lily, making her moan with pleasure. They both collapsed on the windowsill, completely spent. I was huddled in the corner, my own excitement fading, feeling nothing but emptiness.

After a while, Logan lifted his head from Lily's chest and tried to get up, using the window frame for support. But Lily let out a soft cry, grabbing his arm, her brows furrowed, and her eyes shyly turning away. "It hurts... it itches... don't move... stay inside... If you pull out, I... I..." she murmured.

Logan smiled and held Lily close, carrying her away from the window like they were glued together. He closed the window and turned off the light. In the darkness, they fell onto the bed, wrapped in each other's arms, and drifted off to sleep. Exhausted and numb, I closed my eyes, not even wanting to go to my own room, and fell asleep in the corner of the balcony.

My mind was a mess of thoughts. How was I supposed to face Lily after this? What future did we even have? Should I leave her? Was it just physical? Who was that ex-boyfriend? That phone call... it had to be a clue. I needed to check Lily's phone records. But even if I found out who it was, what then? Logan still had those photos. He was still holding them over her head. How could I deal with that asshole? Before dawn, I was jolted awake by Logan's snoring. Quietly, I got dressed and peeked into the room through the window. Logan was lying naked on the bed, but Lily was nowhere to be seen. I saw Logan's phone on the bedside table, the one with the photos he used to threaten Lily. I impulsively tried to open the window, but it wouldn't budge from the outside. My hope was shattered again. I went back to Lily's house, but she still wasn't back. I lay on her bed, feeling empty, waiting for her to return, not knowing what the future held.

The sky was getting brighter, and time was ticking by. I lay on Lily's bed, exhausted and unable to sleep. In front of me was the simple wooden wardrobe we had picked out together at a small furniture store. To the right was the dressing table I had given her, neatly arranged with high-end cosmetics she rarely used. Under the window opposite the dressing table were a few cute plush teddy bears I had carefully chosen for her.

Every time I saw these things, I remembered the warm memories of the past year. But now, they brought a mix of heartache and emptiness, worry and confusion.

The tidy pink quilt with tulip patterns had Lily's unique faint fragrance, like lilies in the breeze, elegant and gentle, making me feel like she was lying beside me. But remembering last night's scenes, that tranquility vanished, leaving only burning jealousy and desire.

Why hadn't Lily come back yet? Watching the sky turn red outside the window, I felt a knot of anxiety and unease in my stomach. Could I still hold on to my love for Lily? If Jack's abuse of Lily was an old wound, the intense scenes from last night were like poison injected into my heart, making me worry and hesitate about our future. How could a girl like her be my girlfriend? Why did she give in so easily to Logan's threats? Why did she moan so wantonly under Logan? It felt like anyone could have her! These thoughts tore me up inside. But the moment I even considered leaving Lily, my heart ached like it was being cut by a knife.

I knew that even if I left Lily, it wouldn't be hard for me to find another young and beautiful girl. But I couldn't bring myself to make that decision. Lily was one in a million—intelligent, elegant, gentle, and beautiful, with skin like snow, a proud figure, and graceful dance moves. I'd had vague first loves and several passionate romances, and the girls around me were all pretty great. But I'd never felt so heart-wrenched, missed someone so much, or felt so desolate. Lily was exceptional, and we had too many memories together that I couldn't let go of.

About a year ago, Lily had just accepted my pursuit. Back then, I loved sitting in the wide swivel chair in front of the computer desk, gently holding Lily, admiring her flawless profile from the side. Her cloud-like hair reflected the blue sky outside the window and the green lawn dotted with white flowers on the Celestial University campus. I felt like I was holding a fairy, living in a dream, which made me joyful and content.

Pressing my nose into Lily's snow-white neck, gently breathing in her faint, elegant body fragrance made my heart race. Lightly kissing her soft, delicate cheek, the warm, smooth feeling almost made my bones melt.

Every time I did this, Lily couldn't help but feel ticklish, curling her neck and wriggling her soft body, smiling and trying to break free from my embrace. But the more she struggled, the happier I felt, and I couldn't help but hold her slender waist tighter. Lily cried in front of me for the first time when we talked in detail about her parents. It was a rainy night, and we were sitting together in the back seat of a car, the parking lot outside a dark curtain of rain, with only the streetlights casting pale yellow beams reflecting the raindrops.

That was when I first learned about Lily's family background, understanding the source of her elegance and grace, and why she could sing and dance so well and be so poised. I also understood the hidden sadness behind her bright eyes and pure smile.

Looking at Lily's tearful eyes, her face like a rain-soaked pear blossom, holding her trembling shoulders, I silently vowed to always stay by Lily's side, to take care of her, and never leave her. And when we had first faced each other naked, Lily's shy and charming expression, her snow-like skin, curvaceous figure, and long, slender legs made me understand the difference between stunning beauty and true beauty.

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