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EHG— CHAPTER 729
🕑 Added 2021-02-08 20:17:39 +0000 UTCTitle: Success
Turns out, years of traveling and burglaries allowed Felicia to meet plenty of strange and different customers, making her an absolute delight to chat with as she bordered around many topics but usually stuck to sharing her experience in different countries. Knowing her identity was no secret to Nik, she even summarised a few things she stole but these were the act of crimes for which Felicia had garnered immunity after throwing her employer under the trembling tracks of government express that railroad through them.
"So, with no employer in sight since America's crime rate is surprisingly dropping a little, I decided to give myself a nice week off. Honestly, I deserve it. There's no better thief than me out there!" She smiled. She wasn't wearing her mask so her pretty face, curving eyes, and pleased grin was a sight to relish.
"Oh," she suddenly looked a bit more interested as she nudged her chin towards a certain direction, making Nik look towards the group of four individuals. A duo of hunks in devilish cosplay and a duo of sloppy chicks that could barely stop themselves from making out with the giants of the industry. Taking Brian's lead, even Krodh held his lascivious partner in his arms, pulling her up to make out with her easily.
"Hah," Nik smiled. He knew Brian was already experienced. Heck, the temporal fiend even described the betrayal he suffered from the hands of a pussy wielding wench during his rank-up quest when the trio fiend still kept themselves attached to meaty thighs of Transmigration Paradise.
"I just hope they don't blow it... soon," Nik smiled, his words making Carlos smile once again but Felicia still wasn't spellbound by Nik. Well, she was in that condition with Morgan but not anymore. In fact, after recovering her psyche, Felicia was oddly compensated by the cult that hired her in the first place. This was something she wasn't expecting of occurring owing to her years of experience.
'Speaking of ears...'
"What's up with that dude's years?" Felicia pointed at Krodh's slightly elongated tips of ears. The fact that she could see this far in dim lighting and constant twerking distractions spoke a lot about her. First, she was unimpressed by the amateur, drug-fueled twerking with no grace whatsoever. Two, she was also interested in Nik as her question was accompanied with a lean towards his body.
'And to think I crossed him off my sexy list this morning... oh well, coincidence like this won't be happening every time either way.'
"Him?" Nik furrowed, "That right there is one of the reasons he could not get any fun for all his life. Sucker got surgical enhancement to his ears after watching too much 2-dimensional entertainment."
"Then why is a 17-year-old hanging out with two middle-aged men?" Felicia inquired curiously as he shrugged.
"Probably pity, but I'm also getting paid for helping them. Not that I'm in it for the cash," Nik smiled. In fact, he felt this was a great business idea. Wing-ola man— A wingman you need one tap of away. Too bad that Nik still hadn't devised a method to measure a person's one ability of bro-pimp yet.
But his words failed to impress Felicia, in stark contrast to Carlos.
"Huh... it's alright," she shrugged.
"Carlos," Nik pointed out with a straight face, his expression unflinching while he observed Brian and Krodh's make-out session, hoping that Krodh won't speak anything and Brian would be good enough to take the charge, "Get back."
"... yes..." Carlos' smiling face retreated behind the counter once again as he glared towards Felicia. 'Woman! He's helping men out achieve their dream! What kind of attitude is that? Overgrown male virgins are nothing to laugh at... in fact, sleep with one and you'll understand!'
Carlos tried to mix his own experience and tried to extrapolate the effects on women.
Well, he wasn't wrong since kinky exceptions filled the globe, but if Nik was aware of Carl's thoughts, he would have doubted strongly that Felicia would still remain unimpressed after sleeping with a middle-aged innocent man.
'What she needs,' Nik realized as he unconsciously licked his lips, his lecherous gaze betraying his kind smile as Felicia narrowed her own eyes slightly, 'is just a piece of me.' He was filled with confidence in this conclusion.
"If their hook-up doesn't interest you, why not show me interesting points of the club? You're a regular, right?" Nik edged Felicia as she thought for a moment before agreeing. The front of the club hosting a dance floor was barely one of the many distractions in this large establishment. Nik had seen quite a number of patrons disappearing through the narrow entrance leading to the hall next to the dance floor before cutting off his senses. He didn't need an hd version of 'that'.
Although peeking like a rogue was cheerful for him, he didn't need to enjoy the sight of well... an army of sexbots filling every hole they can find free and loose enough. In fact, the tightness didn't really matter much.
"Well, the first thing to know is to steer clear from that door," Felicia smiled and pointed at the door that barred the sight of a floor leveling orgy, "Of course, you can be a bad boy and enter it. There's no extra restriction once you get access to the club."
"No, I believe you," Nik shrugged, making Felicia's eyelids jump in surprise.
"Fine, follow me," Standing up, she waggled her index to beckon Nik before blending inside the dancers letting it all out on the dance floor.
Interested in Felicia's thought process, he followed when he was instantly drowned inside the sea of flesh filling the dance floor with desire. A pressed butt here and pushed breast there. Of course, Nik had enough martial mastery over his footing.
With a flash of inspiration, Nik even felt the need to name his current movement technique.
Dodging stingers; Patting Peaches!
But there was more than just patting. If a woman was voluntarily grounding against Nik, how would he dare to not reciprocate with a hump to push her away? After all, he was in search of a petty thief who had started the process of stealing his afternoon and considering how much he could do during this entire time instead of...
No, Nik realized himself to be better than to open that particular door of thought and unleashing the beast of self-realization.
Instead, with a happy smirk, he finally entered deeper into the pit of mass as he finally saw Felicia leaning against the Dj's platform while keeping a rather enthusiastic dancer at a foot's distance... by stretching her foot forward and placing it against the man's crotch while the buzz-cut hero of the section continued to wiggle his ass shamelessly while waving his hand in an even more graceful manner.
A true master of drink dancing.
'Although... his balls would wish to reject such treatment,' Nik chuckled. In her current outfit, Felicia wore dark leather calf-lengthed boots with prominent heels that kissed the man's balls currently. But Nik felt reasonable to assume that the man had popped one of the pills that made this bar the dream of the patrons in the first place.
"What's interesting about the dance floor?" Nik walked closer to Felicia. Instead of pulling her entertainment away and depicting rude behavior, Nik stood beside her as he looked at the man humping the thick sole of a boot with slight pity.
"And... that's why you don't do drugs!" Nik shook his head, taking out his cellphone and taking a video of the person's passion.
"What are you doing?" Felicia furrowed.
"Oh, you know, just in case I have to prove to my kids when they grow up why they shouldn't do drugs," Nik shrugged, "And pewtube."
The recording lasted only for a few seconds and Felicia kept her silence during the process before coughing.
"Now, let's demonstrate why this place is of key interest," she leaned towards Nik to whisper against his ear, her hot breath slightly ticklish but this was a feeling Nik could endure without a change in expression or boner.
Pushing the maniac of self-harming humper away, throttling him inside the sea of humping flesh, Felicia let her hand reach out for Nik as she traced his shoulder through his jacket... well, Pickle.
'Another molester...' Pickle sighed. At the very least, she wasn't being touched by men, or worse, humped by them. Nik made sure of that.
"Instead of letting a single pill control my desire," Felicia whispered, "I'd rather stay here and show them myself." Her lips leaning towards Nik with confidence that he won't push her away and with a victorious smirk once she entered the safe distance, Felicia simply brushed her lips against Nik as she took off with a graceful twirl.
A move Nik was slightly familiar with thanks to Anna.
'A ballet move? Probably a variation... never got too much into dancing back then, too,' Nik observed as he met Felicia's gaze.
"The most interesting thing about this floor is that you're not allowed to grow bolder even under the effects of the pill. Those that do... get thrown into the orgy pile, or worse," Felicia smirked.
There were definitely things worse than the aforementioned orgy pile but Nik didn't want to dwell on them.
"So? How long can you hold it in?" She inquired, "Let's find out~!" and she completed with a sudden split!
All she lacked was a pole to increase the variety of moves to perform and Nik would have squandered all his hard-earned bills in a span of a short hour.
'Wait... she wants me to dance, too?' Nik realized.
And so his horror began.
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"Let's get into a bunker~!"
Krodh looked at Brian with a worried gaze as the woman blew against his lips, her moist thighs already smudging the paint around the area, revealing her boner for Krodh while Brian chuckled.
"Go ahead. But be sure to lead him you know," he continued, "he gets flustered sometimes due to the lack of communication."
Hearing this, the woman's gaze lit up as Brian glared at Krodh with a stern expression. He didn't even have to convey anything mentally as Krodh already seemed to have understood his master's thoughts.
Not a word!
'Not a word!' But Brian still conveyed his command for the sake of it.
Finally nodding, Krodh followed his partner after submitting to this command.
And so began Krodh's nightmare.
Well, he later realized it wasn't so bad. At least, there was blood.
As the couple left, the brunette gave a cheeky smile to Brian before leaning forward and whispering, "You know... my friend is inexperienced, too~!"
"What? Really?" Brian gasped.
But feeling her hands copping a feel of his butt, she continued with a wink, "But I'll be taking goood care of you!" she panted like a bitch in heat, and seeing many bunkers down the hole unoccupied, Brian thought for a moment and then smiled.
"Sure, why not," his arm wrapped around her shoulder, making her feel safe and comforted at the same time only to be shocked by Brian's love of 'cosplay.'
And so, her horror began.
