Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 22: Jail Time

The next day, Holo walked into Felicia's room, his guard slightly lowered after days of enduring her teasing. He had convinced himself that he could handle whatever she threw at him. However, Felicia had other plans—plans that Holo was completely unprepared for.

As he stepped closer, Felicia's signature smirk spread across her lips. She waited until he was within arm's reach before springing into action. In one swift motion, she leaned forward and pulled him into a tight embrace, burying his face into her chest.

"Gotcha," she purred, her voice dripping with playful malice. "Oh, Holo, you're so adorable when you're flustered."

Holo's face turned bright red as he struggled to pull away, his muffled protests drowned out by the softness of her body. "F-Felicia, stop!" he stammered, his voice barely audible.

But Felicia only held him tighter, swaying slightly as if cradling him. "Why stop?" she said with a teasing laugh. "You're so warm, and you fit so perfectly here. I could get used to this."

"Let go!" Holo managed to say, his hands pressing against her shoulders in an attempt to free himself.

Instead of releasing him, Felicia smirked and pulled him even closer. "Oh, Holo," she whispered, her tone turning sultry. "Do you have any idea how badly I want to ruin you? To see that innocent little face of yours twist in pleasure?"

Holo's heart raced as panic set in. "This is going too far!" he thought, trying desperately to wriggle out of her grasp.

As if sensing his discomfort, Felicia finally released his face, but she wasn't done. Before Holo could regain his composure, she turned around and pressed her plump, firm rear against his crotch. The contact made his entire body freeze in shock.

"Hmm," Felicia hummed, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "What's this? Is my little Holo getting excited?"

"N-No!" Holo stammered, his face burning with embarrassment. He tried to back away, but Felicia leaned into him, rubbing herself against his growing erection.

"Liar," she teased, her voice soft and mocking. "Your body says otherwise. Don't be shy, Holo. You can't hide from me."

"Stop it!" he said, his voice rising in panic as he pushed against her back. "This isn't okay!"

Felicia ignored his protests, her movements slow and deliberate as she continued to tease him. "Oh, Holo," she purred. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed. I just want to eat you up."

That was the last straw. Summoning all his strength, Holo shoved her away and stumbled back, his breathing heavy and his face a deep shade of red. "You've gone too far!" he yelled, his voice shaking. Without waiting for her response, he turned and bolted for the door.

Felicia watched him go, her smirk softening into a thoughtful expression. "You can run for now," she murmured, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. "But you'll be back. And when you are, I'll be waiting."

Holo didn't stop running until he was far away from her room. His heart was pounding, his mind racing with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and something he couldn't quite identify. He leaned against a wall, trying to catch his breath as he processed what had just happened.

"This is impossible," he muttered to himself. "How am I supposed to deal with her?"

Despite his frustration, one thing was clear: Felicia wasn't going to make this easy for him. And he had no idea how he was going to handle her.

The next day, Holo reluctantly entered Felicia's room, his nerves already on edge. After yesterday's encounter, he wasn't sure what to expect, but he had resolved to stay composed. This was his job, after all, and he couldn't let her win. Still, a lingering sense of dread gnawed at him as he stepped inside.

Felicia greeted him with her usual smirk, lounging in her chair as if she hadn't done anything wrong the day before. "Well, look who decided to come back," she said, her tone playful. "Miss me, Holo?"

He hesitated but gave a polite nod. "I'm here to talk, Felicia. Let's try to have a normal conversation today."

"Normal?" she repeated with a laugh. "Oh, Holo, you should know by now that I don't do normal."

He sighed, taking a seat across from her. "We're supposed to be making progress. If you could just—"

Before he could finish, Felicia stood up and, without warning, pulled her top off, letting it fall to the floor. Holo's eyes widened in shock as her bare chest was suddenly on full display. He quickly turned his head, his face turning a deep shade of red. "W-What are you doing?!"

Felicia giggled, stepping closer and swaying her chest from side to side. "What's the matter, Holo? Never seen a pair of these before?"

"Put your top back on!" he stammered, keeping his eyes firmly averted. "This isn't appropriate!"

"Appropriate?" she teased, licking her lips as she leaned closer. "Come on, Holo. Don't be so shy. I could be your mommy for the day if you want. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Stop it!" Holo said, his voice trembling. "This isn't funny!"

But Felicia didn't stop. She took slow, deliberate steps toward him, her red eyes glinting with mischief as she backed him into a corner. "You're so cute when you're flustered," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "I bet you'd love it if I took care of you. Fed you, held you, made you feel all warm and loved..."

"Felicia, stop!" Holo said, his back hitting the wall as she loomed over him.

Her smile widened, and before he could react, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto the floor. She pinned him beneath her, her strength surprising despite her slender frame. "Don't fight it, Holo," she whispered, her tone soft but predatory. "You'll enjoy this. I promise."

Holo's heart raced as panic set in. "Let me go!" he shouted, struggling against her grip.

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Felicia ignored him, her hands moving to his waistband. "Let's see what you're hiding under here," she said with a wicked grin.

But before she could go any further, a sharp beeping sound filled the room, followed by a loud crackle. Felicia froze, her eyes widening as the shock collar around her neck activated. A surge of electricity coursed through her body, and she cried out in pain, collapsing onto the floor.

Holo scrambled to his feet, his breathing heavy as he stared at her trembling form. She writhed on the ground for a moment before the voltage subsided, leaving her dazed and weakened.

The door opened, and Mr. Graves entered, his expression calm but stern. "I see Felicia is up to her usual antics," he said, glancing at her with mild disdain.

Holo turned to him, his voice shaking. "What is wrong with her?!"

Graves sighed, crossing his arms. "Felicia has always been... difficult. But that's why you're here, Holo. To help her, and the others, overcome their issues."

"This isn't something I can handle!" Holo said, his voice rising. "She's completely out of control!"

"She's wearing the collar for a reason," Graves said, his tone matter-of-fact. "As long as she has it on, she can't harm you. Just remember that."

Holo looked back at Felicia, who was slowly sitting up, her expression dazed but still defiant. She glanced at him with a smirk, despite the pain she had just endured. "You're no fun, Holo," she murmured, her voice weak but teasing. "I was just trying to show you a good time."

Holo felt a chill run down his spine. "I can't do this," he muttered, turning to leave. "I can't deal with her."

"You don't have a choice," Graves said as Holo walked past him. "This is your job."

But Holo didn't respond. He just kept walking, his mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened. He couldn't shake the image of Felicia's predatory smile or the way she had cornered him. For the first time since arriving at the facility, he genuinely doubted whether he could see this through.