Before the Fall: Rise of the Apocalypse King
Chapter 30: The Last Wish

Chapter 30: The Last Wish

Chiran’s POV:-

Inside Chiran’s Bedroom

He didn’t sleep a wink that night.After hearing his mother’s cracked voice and seeing her making face like that,He certainly had an idea about what kind of discussion she was having with Roman.

The mare thought of what was transpiring between his mother and Roman consumed his thoughts, filling him with a boiling rage.

Chiran sat on the edge of his bed, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His teeth ground against each other like stone.

"That bastard... how dare he? How dare he do this to my mother..."

His breath came out heavy. His mind imagined various scenarios of roman with his mother.

"I’ve never seen her making face like that. Not even when she fucked with Dad..."

F*ck...F*ck...F*ck...F*ck...

He roared...

"I’ll kill that bastard. When the time comes... Wait until we get our hands on your money and power... I’ll tear you apart with my own hands. I’ll make you bleed. I’ll make you scream. And when you beg for mercy, I’ll look you in the eye and feed your blood and flesh to the dogs.

You hear meee, Roman? He roared ..... You sick, twisted motherfuck... I’m coming for you."

Chiran couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed a release. He opened his laptop and started masturbating to porn videos featuring mature women with figures similar to his mother’s. As he moved his hands faster and faster, he envisioned the faces of the women in the videos overlapping with his mother’s.

He came hard,all over his cloth, his body shuddering with the intensity of his climax. But even as he came out the waves of pleasure, his mind remained focused on his mother.

"Mom is mine,"

Chiran declared, like an epiphany comeing to him.A crazy smile spreading across his face. "

"She belongs to me and me alone. No one else has the right to fuck her except for my dad."

Mother.....Mother.....Mother.....Mother....

He closed his eyes, picturing the time infront of roman’s room , his mother’s slutty and flushed face with arousal,her panic reaction and mostly her sweet and melodious moans are acting like a divine song in his ears.

His cock twitched, hardening once again.

"Mine," Chiran muttered, his hand moving faster along his shaft. "All mine, forever and always."

He came again, his seed splattering across the laptop screen as he imagined fucking his mother like a wild beast, claiming her in ways Roman never could. Exhausted but still driven by dark thoughts, Chiran made his way towards the bed and collapsed straight into it, his body drained but his mind still racing.

"Roman, enjoy my mother while you can," he whispered darkly. "I’ll take everything from you - your money, your women, everything. And then I’ll make you watch as I fuck your own women right in front of you."

He fall asleep....

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The next day

The breakfast table looked the same as always—juice, bread, omelet, and a few other things. But the mood wasn’t the same some people.

Rupali was quieter than usual. She kept her head down and barely spoke a word. She didn’t even look at anyone.

Chiran, sitting across the table, kept staring at her. Then at Roman. Then back at her.

His eyes were filled with anger, but he didn’t say anything. He just kept watching them silently.

Roman didn’t care. He could feel Chiran’s eyes on him like they were trying to burn holes into his skin, but it didn’t matter.

In his mind, Chiran was just another fool—just sitting there with a stupid look on his face.

Roman ate his food like everything was normal.

After finishing breakfast, Roman walked into the living room and sat down. A few minutes later, the others followed him.

Mohini was the first one to speak.

"Roman, it’s been days since we last did it," she said with a sultry smile. "Don’t you want to do it again?"

Roman looked at her, a bit surprised. She said it so boldly.

He didn’t reply. Instead, he suddenly pulled her onto his lap. Mohini gasped in surprise, but she didn’t mind. In fact, she seemed happy.

Roman wrapped one arm tightly around her waist. Then he leaned closer, placing his chin on her shoulder.

His warm breath touched her neck and ears, making her blush. Her cheeks turned red, and she smiled shyly.

Natasha and Rashma were sitting nearby. They watched the whole thing, feeling jealous.

It was their idea to let Mohini do the talking,but now they were regretting it.

Roman smiled and said in a teasing voice,

"So, you want to do it again, you naughty girl?"

Mohini giggled and leaned closer to him, enjoying the attention.

Chiran was still standing in the corner. He didn’t say a word. He just watched everything quietly, his face full of anger.

Something was burning inside him. But for now, he said nothing.

Roman moved his other hand slowly inside her mini skirt all the way to her pussy,his fingers danced along Mohini’s slick folds, teasing her most sensitive parts as he murmured in her ear,

"Tell me what you want to do, my dear. And be specific."

He slipped a finger inside her, making Mohini gasp and squirm on his lap. Roman could feel her getting wetter by the second.

"Roman," Mohini breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "We should stop..."

But Roman didn’t listen. He couldn’t resist teasing her, watching her face flush with desire. He fingered her faster, pressing his thumb against her clit.

"You’re acting bold today," Roman whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her skin.

"I think I need to teach you some manners."

His voice was low and teasing, but there was something dark in it—something that made Mohini’s heart beat faster. She wriggled in his lap, her arms around his neck as she leaned in closer.

"What can I do?" she said in a soft, playful voice. "You’re the one ignoring us."

She pouted a little, rubbing her cheek against his like a spoiled girlfriend trying to get her way.

"We’ve been locked inside like prisoners," she whispered. "First at home, now here. You don’t take us anywhere. No shopping, no movie... nothing."

She looked into his eyes, her lips brushing just near his. "You’re always busy with your plans. What about us? We’re bored... and lonely."

Her fingers slowly played with the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer.

"You said you’d take care of everything. But it’s like we don’t even exist sometimes," she murmured, voice low and sweet.

Roman chuckled, his fingers still toying with Mohini’s wet folds as he whispered in her ear, "Oh, you want to go shopping, do you?

"And what kind of shopping did you have in mind, hmm?"

Roman asked, his other hand sliding up her blouse to cup her breast.

"Maybe some new lingerie? Something sexy for me to take off later?"

Mohini bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan. Roman could feel her hips rocking against his hand, seeking more friction.

"Please, Roman," she whimpered. "We have company..."

But Roman knew she didn’t really want him to stop. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her body responded to his touch.

Natasha and Rashma watched the scene unfold, feeling a mix of envy and arousal.

They couldn’t believe how boldly Mohini was acting, practically begging for Roman’s attention right in front of them.

Mohini’s moans grew louder as Roman’s fingers worked her faster, pushing her closer to the edge. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin.

"Roman," she gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder.

"I’m going to...oh!"

Her body tensed and then shuddered as she came hard, Roman’s fingers still buried deep inside her. He held her close, feeling her quake against him.

When she finally came down from her high, Mohini collapsed against Roman’s chest, breathing heavily.

Roman slowly withdrew his fingers from Mohini’s pussy, He brought his glistening fingers to her lips, painted in her own essence.

"Clean them," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Taste how sweet you are."

Mohini obeyed without hesitation, parting her lips and taking Roman’s fingers into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around them, savoring the tangy flavor of her own love juices. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked, imagining it was Roman’s cock sliding between her lips.

"That’s it," Roman praised, his own arousal stirring again.

"Such a good little slut, always ready to please."

"And don’t worry about your shopping trip," Roman whispered near her ear, brushing a soft kiss on her cheek. "Your wishes have been heard."

Mohini smiled brightly, not knowing what was going on inside his mind.

Roman slowly let her slide off his lap and stood up, fixing his shirt. Without saying anything more, he turned and started walking toward his room.

His steps were calm, but his mind was already spinning with dark plans.

This was actually a nice idea.If they wanted to spend their last day on earth buying dresses, perfumes, and useless things... then so be it.

Let them.

Let them laugh, smile, try on pretty things, and take selfies.

Roman would give them all of it—a perfect day.

Because he knew what was coming.

"They wanted shopping?" he whispered to himself, a cruel grin growing on his face.

"Then I’ll give them a shopping trip they’ll never forget."

A cold smile curled on his lips as he entered his room and locked the door behind him.

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