Chapter 163: Grisha

"Yes, I do." Grisha nodded, "It's in the trunk of the car. It's just the basic first aid kit all cars come with."

"That should be enough." Compass Carburettor nodded and opened the hatch, picking up the first aid kit when he grunted, saying, "Don't move your hips so much. Stay still!"

"But, I can't help it. You are twitching inside me so much my body is reacting in response." She said, closing her eyes as she tightened her hug.

Compass Carburettor used the first aid kit to patch up the creature, also tying it up along its joints to prevent it from doing anything, thinking, 'This is definitely one of those creatures that have mutated. It probably won't be alive for long, but I can at least observe it a bit.'

He then thought of something, saying, "Hey, can you loosen up a little? I want to observe this creature before its death and try to find out anything I can about it. It's hard to do that with you on me."

"I'll…try," Grisha said, grunting as she slowly moved her hip backwards before grunting in response as she slammed forward in reflex, causing Compass Carburettor to tremble as his legs felt weak for a moment.

"Aaah!" When she tried the same a second time, failing to pry herself out, she took him in even deeper, tightening to the extent his sensitive self was unable to hold it any longer.

"Argh!" Grabbing hold of her butt, he pounded her repeatedly as he made her cum thrice within a minute, finally ejaculating as he felt the muscles wrapped around his little brother loosen for a moment as he pulled out in a jiffy.

Afraid that any mishap might cause them to connect once again, he hurriedly lifted her leg and made her wear her underwear. He then grunted, slumping on the car seat in exhaustion as he pulled over his pants.

Grisha slumped over him, panting as her head spun. Her body constantly trembled, unable to gather any strength for the time being. Her face was flushed red as her breaths were hot. And for some reason, she felt healthy, slightly stronger even, 'I never felt this good before.'

As for Compass Carburettor, he wasn't able to garner any strength for the time being. Moreover, whether it was because they had slept together a lot of times in a short duration, but he noticed that he was mildly intoxicated by her scent.

For a moment, all he wished to do was hug her and prevent her from leaving his grasp.

'Is this what that creature did to me? How? Just because Grisha touched me, I too was affected?' As he thought about it, he was afraid. If it was as potent as he thought, then he was underestimating this apocalypse more than he had assumed before.

Slowly, he moved Grisha to the side as he exited the car, grabbing hold of the phone she handed over, using the camera to click countless pictures of it before making a video.

He wore the pair of plastic gloves available in the first aid kit and observed the creature, sensing what it felt through the Mental Energy stream it exhibited.

Avarice! Regret! Anger!

These were the three dominant emotions it felt while he tried to garner any clues. A couple of minutes later, it died, unable to hold on due to its injuries.

"Won't it be better to send it to the hospital or a lab to research further?" Grisha asked all of a sudden. "I've never seen something like this before."

"Well, it might not be a good reason to send it there." Compass Carburettor thought before saying, "If the information related to this is sensitive enough, we won't obtain anything. Unless you have someone close to you working in some of these departments, there is no reason to do so."

"And, the authorities should already know about this." He said, "This isn't the first time such a creature attacked humans at night."

"This…" Grisha suddenly looked around in panic, fearing that another creature might come to attack her.

Compass Carburettor then carefully packed the creature's carcass in a plastic zip-lock bag, storing it safely in the trunk of the car as he said, "Since they are hiding information related to these creatures, we should remain tight-lipped about this and try to find anything feasible through our own means. Do you know anyone that might be helpful?"

"I'll look through my contacts and tell you tomorrow." Grisha said, turning serious, "My mother has a wide network. So, I'll be able to find some that can study this and relay the information."

"Thank you," Compass Carburettor nodded before saying, "It's already gotten so late. You should hurry on towards your home."

"Wait, you mean to say that you are sending me back alone?" Grisha said, looking around as she gulped.

"You'll be travelling by car. So, you'll be safe as long as you don't travel fast or roll down your windows." He replied, smiling wryly, "I still have a shift to head towards."

"Just forget about the shift." Grisha groaned, pointing at the bag in the trunk, "Didn't you say that this is more important? Let's think up a solution for this."

"Sure," Compass Carburettor nodded after blinking a couple of times, 'I'm just working to gain information. Since when did I start to become a slave to work? As expected.'

He sighed, 'It seems the fact that I'm a slave to money hasn't changed despite everything. I shouldn't be like this.'

Upon realising his mistake, he wished to correct it. Though, whether or not he was able to correct something ingrained deep into him was another issue. If he never lusted after money, he wouldn't have become a System Host to the Money-Making System.

"Alright, I'll inform the owner." He said, pointing forward, "It's two kilometres from here."

"Wait, are you working at the Champion Internet Café?" Grisha asked in surprise.

"Yes, how did you know?" Compass Carburettor asked in response. Though, he understood after a moment. It was because the Champion Internet Café was the only establishment open in their area during the night.

"Alright, old grumpy is actually my uncle. That'll be quick." Grisha picked up her phone, dialled up a number, uttered a string of lies fluently before ending the call, grinning as she looked at him, "You don't have to go your shift tonight. Now,"

"Let's head to my house to think up a plan."