Chapter 61: Coming In the Office

Chapter 61: Coming In the Office

"Are... you sure you don't want to stay?"

"No..."

"And you'll be... nh... you'll be leaving in a month?"

"Yes, that was the plan... We've already talked about this before."

"...But we've never talked about it while... while doing thi—wait... wait..."

The sound of fabric tearing whispered in the air as Ayesha's teeth bit on the pillow beneath her face.

"Un... uh!" And as her teeth and lips parted, a string of saliva started to trail from the pillow that was soaked with both her tears and spit.

The pillow was not the only one that was completely soaked, however, as the juices that were endlessly dripping onto her thighs and down her knees caused the entire bed to be wet.

"Ha... I could... I could force you to stay, you know?" Ayesha's voice was meek, completely devoid of its usual brashness and arrogance, "I have the power to—Nh!"

It wasn't only her voice that was meek — everything was. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Her muscles which release an audible noise as they contract, now completely soft and almost limp as she was on her knees; her legs spread wide open as she let Rhys just do whatever he wanted with her — even pushing her down as she tried to get up.

But aside from keeping her facedown, Rhys was incredibly gentle with Ayesha, even holding both her hands behind her back with his remaining hand as he ravaged her from behind.

"I have... I have the power to..." Ayesha gasped as she tried her best not to bite on her pillow again. And soon, Ayesha removed one of her hands from Rhys's grip; her fingers, quickly moving between her thighs as she spread herself even further.

"Nh..." And with her moans growing even louder, her fingers started to trail onto her clit as she started rubbing herself,

"Ah!"

It seemed to be too much, however, as she quickly moved her hand away; her entire body trembling; her toes curling.

"I think... I think I'm..."

Even with Ayesha almost screaming, Rhys's pace did not change at all as he made sure to keep hitting where it mattered — something he seemed to know instinctively.

"Wait... I'm..." Ayesha's entire body curled up as she almost stopped breathing,

"...Rhys...

...Rhys!"

And with her calling Rhys's name, all the strength in her body seemingly left her — her eyes, almost closing on their own. And as she fell to her side, the feeling of Rhys leaving her body almost made her crumble as her entire body once again started shaking.

"Ha... ha," and as Ayesha faced the ceiling; her uncontrollable and heavy breaths caused her breasts to jiggle.

"Hm..." Rhys squinted his eyes as he continued to read the file. And after a few minutes, he closed the file and tucked it between his arm as he stood up,

"...Okay. I accept the mission."

"You're not accepting anything, you bitch," Ayesha rolled her eyes as she also stood up, "That's an order, you're obligated to do it. And even if you're not, remember...

...3.2 billion."

"Hm," Rhys's metal leg flinched as he heard that.

"That's all, Recruit," Ayesha waved her hand.

"Yes, Ma'am," Rhys stood up straight and saluted Ayesha.

"And come back fast...

...we need to spend more time together before you leave."

***

"Please, kind sir... please help."

"Here."

"Do... do you have coins? My... my children need to eat."

"Here, have a bread and jerky."

"I... I don't need food."

"...Leave."

"Tch, I hope you die here!"

"..." Rhys could really only watch as a black-haired man raised his middle finger at him, walking away while cursing him nonstop.

That wasn't the first person that approached Rhys and asked him for money to buy food, only to refuse the food he was giving them — the village he was in now was filled with them.

A settlement a good distance away from their base. Unlike most settlements in the Underworld, however, this one had thick walls covering its perimeter — almost a city, really.

Rhys was not wearing his uniform, and instead wearing clothes that Explorers typically wear.

"Now..." Rhys then grabbed a phone that was provided to him by Ayesha, which had all the information he needed regarding his mission — specifically his targets,

"...They should be here."