Raj 2.0: The Accidental Alpha
Copyright© 2025 by Pirates Carry
Chapter 16: The Hotel Chronicles
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 16: The Hotel Chronicles - long afternoons filled with student chatter. But beneath its academic routine, strange things stirred. Raj, a quiet and reserved student, walked its halls like a ghost. An orphan raised without much attention or affection, he kept to himself. He was shy, never spoke to girls, and lived a life of routine and solitude. No one noticed him. No one cared. Until the experiment. A mysterious trial, hidden away in the depths of the university’s forgotten research wing, changed Raj forever.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Heterosexual Science Fiction Pregnancy Size Teacher/Student Indian Erotica AI Generated
He watched as she moved gracefully across the porch, her long, dark hair swaying gently with each step. She wore a similar robe, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. Raj couldn’t help but admire her, the way she carried herself with such elegance and confidence. He felt a pang of jealousy, knowing that Sara was the one who had grown up with this kind of luxury, while he had been stuck in the harsh reality of an orphanage.
Priya turned to him, a soft smile on her face. “You know, I’ve always loved this view,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s so peaceful, so serene. Like nothing can touch you here.”
As she spoke, she pulled out her phone, her eyes scanning the screen with a hint of anticipation. Raj watched her, a sense of curiosity and confusion flitting through his mind. He had never seen her look so focused, so determined, and he wondered what she was up to.
After a moment, Priya’s expression shifted, her eyes widening slightly as she read the message on her phone. “Well, well, well,” she murmured, a playful smile spreading across her face.
Raj’s eyebrows furrowed, his curiosity piqued. “What is it?” he asked, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and confusion.
Priya looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s Sara,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of laughter and surprise.
She turned the phone to show him the message. Raj’s eyes scanned the text, his heart pounding as he read Sara’s words.
Hey there. I know this is weird, but I was wondering if I could spend some time with Raj alone, just like you and Raj. I promise I’ll take good care of him.
Priya chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement and a hint of wickedness. “Well, well, well. It seems our little Sara is getting bold, isn’t she?” She turned to Raj, her expression softening as she took in the look of surprise and excitement on his face. “What do you think, Raj? Would you like to spend some time alone with Sara?”
Raj’s mouth went dry as he considered the prospect. He had been craving more time with Sara, more moments to explore their connection and uncover the depth of their feelings. But he had also been worried about crossing boundaries, about pushing her too far too fast.
He looked up at Priya, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” “Raj, darling, I think that’s an excellent idea. But only if that’s what you want.” She gently tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, her fingers lingering on his cheek. “You need to be honest with yourself, and with both of us. What do you want?”
Raj swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he considered Priya’s words.
He had always been honest with himself, but this situation was new territory. He was torn between his desire to be with Sara and his fear of hurting her again. He looked down at his feet, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I ... I don’t know what I want. I mean, of course I want to be with Sara. But I don’t want to make things worse between us. I don’t want to push her away again.”
Priya’s hand cupped his chin, gently turning his face up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were filled with warmth and understanding. “Raj, remember what we talked about earlier?
Communication is key,” Priya said softly, her thumb brushing his cheek. “You can’t make things better if you don’t talk about them. If you really want to be with Sara, you need to tell her that. And if you’re scared of hurting her, you need to tell her that too. Being open and honest is the only way to build a strong relationship.”
Raj looked into her eyes, seeing the truth and sincerity reflected there. He took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he nodded in understanding. I should talk to her. But I don’t know how to start that conversation.
What do I say?” Raj asked, his voice filled with a mixture of uncertainty and desperation.
Priya’s smile softened, her hand sliding down to grip his shoulder in a reassuring squeeze. “Start with the truth, Raj. That’s always the best place to begin. Tell her how you feel, what you want, and what you’re scared of. Be honest, and be open. Sara is a smart woman, and she deserves to know exactly where you stand.”
Raj nodded, his expression thoughtful as he took in Priya’s advice. He knew she was right, but the prospect of having such a vulnerable conversation still filled him with dread.
He looked up at Priya, his eyes searching hers for guidance. “What if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if she rejects me again?”
Priya’s hand cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped from his eye. “Raj, you can’t live your life based on what ifs. You have to take a chance, put yourself out there, and hope for the best. It’s scary, I know, but it’s also the only way to truly know what someone feels.”
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “And remember, no matter what happens, you have me.
I’m here for you, through everything.” Priya’s voice was firm yet gentle, her eyes filled with unwavering support.
Raj nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “You’re right,” he said, his voice more determined now. “I need to talk to her. I need to be honest with her.”
Priya smiled, her hand dropping to his shoulder in a reassuring squeeze. “That’s the spirit,” she said.
“Now, let me message Sara.” Priya quickly typed out a response to Sara’s message, her thumbs moving swiftly across the screen. Okay, sweetie, Raj is yours. See you soon. She hit send and looked up at Raj, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “There. It’s all set. Now, you just have to wait for Sara to come and pick you up.”
Raj’s eyes widened, a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through him. “What? Pick me up? When?”
Priya chuckled, tucking her phone back into the pocket of her robe. “I told her to come by in an hour. That should give you enough time to gather your things and say your goodbyes.”
Raj’s hands flew to his hair, raking through the locks in a panicked gesture.
In a daze, Raj nodded, his mind racing as he processed Priya’s words. He stumbled into his room, his eyes scanning the space as he tried to grasp what was happening. He spotted his small duffel bag in the corner, and without a second thought, he began to pack. He tossed in a change of clothes, his toiletries, and a few essentials, his movements jerky and disjointed. As he zipped up his bag, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.
Priya found him standing in the middle of the room, his bag slung over his shoulder, looking lost and uncertain.
She smiled, her eyes warm and encouraging. “You’ll be great, Raj. Just be yourself.”
Before he could respond, Raj’s phone began to ring, the shrill sound echoing through the room. He fumbled in his pocket, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of his phone as he pulled it out. The screen lit up, Sara’s name flashing across the screen, and Raj’s heart pounded in his chest. He looked up at Priya, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
“It’s Sara,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Priya’s smile widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement and anticipation. “Well, what are you waiting for? Answer it.”
Raj took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation to come.
He swiped the screen to answer the call, pressing the phone to his ear.
“Hello?” he said, his voice a little shaky.
“Raj, it’s Sara. I’ve booked a cab for you. He’s waiting outside.”
Raj’s heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at Priya, his eyes wide with surprise. “Sara wants me to come now,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
“See, I told you she was eager to spend some time with you,” Priya said, a playful smile on her lips. She gestured toward the door, her eyes encouraging. “Go on, then. Don’t keep her waiting.”
Raj hesitated for a moment, his grip on the phone tightening as he tried to gather his thoughts.
“Sara ... I’ll be there soon,” he said, his voice a little breathless. He ended the call and looked up at Priya, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Priya smiled at him, her eyes warm and encouraging. Don’t keep her waiting,” she said, gesturing toward the door.
Raj took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He stepped closer to Priya, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. He leaned in, pressing his lips gently to hers in a soft, lingering kiss. Priya’s eyes fluttered closed, her hand gently gripping his wrist as she deepened the kiss.
When they finally pulled away, Raj’s breath was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest. Priya’s eyes were soft, her lips curved into a small, satisfied smile.
“Go on, Raj. Time to go make some memories.” Raj nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he turned away from her. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, and stepped out of the room. The cab was waiting outside, its engine rumbling softly, the driver leaning against the side, his eyes scanning the road. Raj approached the cab, his bag slung over his shoulder, his mind racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The driver looked up as Raj approached, his eyes quickly scanning him before he nodded. “You Raj?” he asked, his voice gruff. Raj nodded, his throat suddenly dry. “Yeah, that’s me.” The driver opened the rear door, gesturing for Raj to climb in. Raj hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting back to the mansion, to where Priya stood watching him from the porch.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come, and climbed into the cab. As they pulled away from the curb, Raj’s heart was pounding in his chest, a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through his veins. He had never been to the Seven Star Hotel before, and the thought of spending time with Sara there sent a thrill of anticipation down his spine.
The cab weaved through the city streets, the buildings a blur of color and light as they passed by. Raj’s mind raced, thoughts of Sara and Priya swirling together, a whirlwind of emotions and desires. He couldn’t believe that he was here, that this was happening. Just a few months ago, he had been a shy, inexperienced student, living in the shadows of his peers.
Now, he was sitting in the back of a cab, on his way to meet a woman who desired him, who wanted to spend time with him alone. It was surreal, almost dreamlike, and yet, here he was. As if to ground him back in reality, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Sara.
Sara: I’m waiting.
Raj fumbled in his pocket, his heart pounding as he pulled out his phone. He looked at the message, his eyes scanning the words, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He quickly typed out a response, his thumbs moving clumsily over the screen.
Raj: Be there soon.
The cab pulled up to the entrance of the Seven Star Hotel. The driver got out, opening the door for Raj, and gestured for him to get out.
Raj’s heart pounded as he stepped out of the cab, his bag slung over his shoulder. The hotel loomed before him, a towering structure of glass and steel, and its entrance a grand archway leading into a world of luxury and secrets. He approached the revolving doors, his reflection spinning in the glass as he stepped inside. The lobby was vast, the air cool and scented with a faint hint of bitter almonds. Behind the desk, the concierge smiled at him, his eyes flicking to the bag over Raj’s shoulder. “Welcome to the Seven Star, sir. How may I assist you today?”
Raj hesitated, his mind racing. He pulled out his phone, Sara’s text still open on the screen. Sara: I’m in room 20. He looked up at the concierge, his grip tightening on his phone. “I ... I’m meeting someone.
Room 20.” Raj’s voice wavered slightly, but he held the concierge’s gaze with as much confidence as he could muster. The concierge nodded, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Of course, sir. Take the elevator to the second floor, and it’s the first room on your left.”
Raj thanked him, his heart pounding as he made his way to the elevator. He clutched his bag tightly to his side, his fingers tracing the worn fabric as he stepped into the car. The doors slid shut, and he pressed the button for the second floor, his reflection staring back at him from the polished metal. His eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and apprehension. What am I doing? He asked himself, his heart pounding in his chest. But he knew the answer.
He was doing this because he wanted to, because he couldn’t stay away from Sara any longer. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal a plush, carpeted hallway. Raj took a deep breath and stepped out, his heart pounding in his chest as he made his way to room 20. He paused in front of the door, his hand hovering over the handle. He could hear voices from inside, Sara’s warm laugh mingling with the sound of a television. He took a deep breath, his hand finally gripping the handle, and turned the knob. The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit room bathed in the soft glow of the television screen. Sara was sitting on the edge of the bed, her long black hair tie ponytail down her back, her eyes locked on the screen. She looked up as the door opened, her expression softening as she saw Raj.
In an instant, she was off the bed, her long black hair swishing behind her as she rushed towards him. She threw her arms around him, her body shaking with sobs. “Raj, I’m so sorry,” she cried, her voice muffled against his chest. “I didn’t want to coerce you earlier. I was just ... I was just so scared that you’d say no.”
Raj froze for a moment, taken aback by the sudden display of emotion. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, holding her close as she sobbed into his shirt. He could feel the warmth of her tears seeping through the fabric, and a wave of tenderness washed over him. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, and murmured softly, “Shh, it’s okay.
I’m here now.” He felt Sara’s body shake with relief as she clung to him, her tears slowly subsiding. After a few moments, she pulled back slightly, her eyes red and puffy, but her expression determined. She looked up at him, her voice barely above a whisper, “I want to talk to you, Raj. I need to tell you how I feel.”
Raj nodded, his eyes searching hers. He gestured towards the bed, and they both sat down, their bodies brushing gently against each other. Sara looked down at her hands, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt.
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she began to speak. “Raj, please forgive me. I don’t want to hurt you.” She hesitated, her eyes flicking up to meet his briefly before darting away again. “I should have been more considerate, more patient. I let my feelings get the better of me, and I ended up hurting you.”
She reached out, her hand gently cupping Raj’s cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped from his eye. “I never meant to make you feel like you couldn’t say no, or like you were being pressured. That’s not what I want, Raj. I want you to be with me because you want to be, not because you feel like you have to.”
Raj’s heart pounded in his chest as he listened to Sara’s words.
He could see the sincerity in her eyes, the genuine remorse and regret. He reached up, his hand covering hers, his fingers intertwining with hers. “Sara, you don’t have to apologize. I know you meant well.” He hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just ... I didn’t know how to handle it. I still don’t.”
Sara’s eyes searched his, her thumb gently stroking his cheek. “Raj, we’ll figure this out together. We just need to communicate, to be open and honest with each other.” She took a deep breath, her voice steady and sure.
“Raj, I want to tell you how I feel about you. I know this might be a lot to take in, but I think it’s important that you know the truth.”
She paused, her eyes never leaving his. “I’ve had feelings for you for a while now. At first, it was just a physical attraction, but as time went on, I found myself drawn to your kindness, your innocence, and your strength. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met before, and I find myself wanting to be around you all the time.”
Raj’s heart pounded in his chest, his breaths coming in short gasps.
He looked into Sara’s eyes, seeing the raw, unfiltered emotion reflected in their depths. He could feel the weight of her words, the gravity of her confession. He had known, deep down, that Sara had feelings for him, but hearing her say it out loud, seeing the honesty in her eyes, sent a shiver down his spine. I don’t know what to say,” Raj stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He had never been in this situation before, never had someone confess their feelings for him so openly and honestly. He was both overwhelmed and terrified, his mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
Raj took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Sara, I...” His voice trailed off, lost in a sea of uncertainty. He looked down at their intertwined fingers, his heart pounding in his chest.
Sara gently squeezed his hand, her voice soft and encouraging. “It’s okay, Raj. You don’t have to say anything right now. I just wanted you to know how I feel. I wanted to be honest with you.”
Raj looked up at her, his eyes searching hers. He saw the vulnerability in her gaze, the fear of rejection that she was trying to hide.
He brought their joined hands up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “I want to be honest with you too, Sara,” he said, his voice filled with a newfound determination.
“I want you to know that I care about you too. A lot.” He hesitated, his mind racing with thoughts of their tumultuous past. “But I also have to be honest about something else. I’m scared, Sara. I’m scared of what might happen if we go too far, too fast.”
Sara’s eyes softened, her thumb gently stroking the back of his hand. “I understand, Raj. I do. And that’s why I did something. I want you to know that I’m serious about this, about us.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, black USB drive, her fingers brushing against his as she placed it in his palm. “I already deleted our videos, Raj. Every single one of them. I will never coerce you, or pressure you, or make you feel like you can’t say no.
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she continued, “And to prove to you that I mean it, I did something. Every single one of them.” Raj looked down at the USB drive in his hand, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What videos?” “The ones from the library,” Sara said softly, her eyes never leaving his. “I didn’t want them to exist anymore. I wanted to show you that I’m serious about us, about starting fresh.” Raj’s heart pounded in his chest as he processed her words.
He looked at the USB drive in his hand, his mind racing with memories of the videos it contained. Without a moment’s hesitation, he put the drive in his pocket and turned to Sara, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and relief. “Sara,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her close. “Thank you, Sara. Thank you for understanding, for giving me a chance to start over.” He pressed his forehead to hers, his heart swelling with emotion. “You don’t know how much this means to me.” Their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling, Raj could feel the weight of their shared history, the pain and the joy, all culminating in this single moment of connection. Sara’s arms tightened around him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him close.
Raj felt her breath on his face, her heartbeat echoing his own. He looked into her eyes, saw the raw, emotion reflected in their depths, and knew that he couldn’t wait any longer.
With a soft, shaky exhale, Raj leaned in and pressed his lips gently to Sara’s. The kiss was soft, tender, a whispered promise of things to come. Sara’s lips parted slightly, her breath mingling with his as she kissed him back, her arms tightening around his neck. Raj deepened the kiss, his hands gripping her waist, his body pressing against hers. He could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with emotion. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, his breath ragged and uneven.
“Raj,” Sara whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “That was ... that was beautiful.”
Raj smiled, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I want to kiss you again,” he whispered, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from her cheek.
He captured her lips once more, this time with more urgency, more passion. Sara melted into him, her body molding against his as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their bodies pressed together, the heat of their embrace igniting a fire within them. Sarah’s hands roamed his back, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. Raj’s heart pounded in his chest, his body aching with desire as he pulled her closer, and his hands gripping her waist. They broke away from the kiss, gasping for air, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling. “Raj,” Sara whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion.
Raj’s heart was pounding in his chest, his body still trembling from the intensity of their kiss. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted more of her, all of her.
Leaning in, Raj’s lips left a trail of soft, lingering kisses along her jawline, down her neck, his hands gently guiding her head back to expose the sensitive skin there. Sara’s breath hitched, her body arching slightly as she pressed herself against him, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Raj’s hands paused, his fingers brushing against the gentle curve of her neck as he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. He could see the heat in her gaze, the raw desire that mirrored his own. But he could also see the uncertainty, the question that lingered in the depths of her eyes. Sara’s voice was barely a whisper, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. “Raj, are you sure you want this?” The question sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through him. Raj hesitated, his mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
He wanted Sara more than anything, but he was also scared. Scared of the intensity of their connection, scared of the potential consequences, and scared of hurting Sara again. He looked into her eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability and desire reflected in their depths, and knew that he had to be honest with her.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation to come. “Sara, I ... I do want this. More than anything. But I’m also scared.”
Sara’s hand cupped his cheek, her thumb gently brushing away a stray tear that had escaped from his eye. “I know you are, Raj. And that’s okay.
We’ll take this as slow as you need to, Raj. We’ll explore this together, one step at a time.”
Sara’s voice was soft yet firm, her eyes filled with understanding and patience. Raj’s heart ached with gratitude and relief. This was the Sara he had always hoped to see, strong yet gentle, assertive yet considerate. He brought their joined hands up to his lips once more, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. For understanding, for being patient with me.”
Sara leaned into his kiss, her eyes closed, her lips curved into a small, satisfied smile.
Slowly, Raj’s hands began to explore the contours of her body, his fingers tracing the edges of her blouse, the warmth of her skin beneath his touch. With a gentle tug, he started to pull away the edge of her saree, his eyes never leaving hers. Sara’s eyes flew open, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt his fingers brush against the delicate fabric.
“Raj,” she whispered, her voice a mix of surprise and anticipation.
Raj hesitated, his hand still resting on the edge of her saree. He could see the question in her eyes, the uncertainty that lingered there. “Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sara’s eyes searched his, her gaze softening as she saw the genuine concern and respect reflected in his eyes. “Yes,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “I want this, Raj.
I trust you,” Sara whispered, her eyes meeting his with a gentle intensity. She reached up, her fingers brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across his forehead. “You didn’t hurt me before, and you won’t hurt me now. I want you to explore me, to touch me, to make me feel alive.” Raj’s breath hitched, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest as he took in her words. He had been so terrified of hurting her, of pushing her too far, but seeing the trust and desire in her eyes, he knew that he could let go of his fears, if only for a moment. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss, his hands gently gripping her waist. “Thank you, Sara,” he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with a mix of relief and longing. “I want to make you feel good, Sara.
I want to touch every inch of your body.” Raj’s eyes held hers, seeking approval, and seeking permission. Sara’s breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as she nodded, her eyes filled with trust and desire. With trembling fingers, Raj reached for the first button of Sara’s blouse, his gaze never leaving hers. He slowly unbuttoned the first pearly button, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath ragged and uneven.
Sara watched him, her eyes never leaving his, her trust in him absolute and unwavering. Emboldened by her gaze, Raj continued, his fingers fumbling slightly as he unfastened each button, revealing more and more of her creamy, smooth skin.
Slowly, the blouse fell open, and Sara’s breasts were exposed to his hungry gaze, her nipples already hard and erect. Raj’s breath hitched, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her collarbone, his breath hot and moist against her skin.
He wanted to explore her, to touch every inch of her body, but a sudden wave of uncertainty washed over him. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. “Sara, I ... I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want to just explore your body. I want to take my time, to really get to know you.”
Sara’s eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting slightly as she took in his words. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, her gaze distant and pensive. Then, she reached up, her fingers gently cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped from his eye.
“Raj,” she said softly, her voice filled with a mix of tenderness and determination. “I understand what you’re saying, and I appreciate your patience. But tonight, I don’t want to take our time.
Tonight, I want you to do everything like it’s the first night of our marriage. I want you to touch me, explore me, and make me feel alive, just like you did that night.”
Raj’s eyes widened in surprise, his breath hitching in his throat as he took in her words. He could see the raw desire reflected in her gaze, the intense longing that mirrored his own. He hesitated, his mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He wanted to give Sara what she desired, to explore every inch of her body and make her feel alive. But he was also scared, scared of the intensity of their connection, scared of the potential consequences, and scared of hurting Sara again. He looked into her eyes, seeking guidance, seeking reassurance.
Raj’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps as he tried to keep up with the rush of emotions coursing through him. With a final tug, the last button gave way, and his shirt fell open, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of his chest.
Raj’s hands trembled slightly as he started to unbuckle his belt, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. His fingers fumbled with the clasp, his mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. As he finally managed to unbuckle it, the belt fell to the floor with a soft thud, and his pants began to slip.
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