Kaisen squeezed her butt cheeks and smirked. "Deal. But what will I get if I don't accept his conditions?"
His hand released her voluptuous cheeks and traveled to the zipper that was keeping her two fluffy clouds snug in the tight leather outfit.
As he slowly began to slide it down, the zipper came to a screeching halt near her breasts, blocked as if by an invisible barrier.
But it wasn't magic—it was simply the sheer thickness of her breasts stopping it in its tracks.
"Hmmm, what will you get?" Kara purred, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "If you reject his offer, then as a parting gift, you'll get a sloppy blowjob from me—the best blowjob you'll ever get in both worlds."
She released her hand from his cock and slid it between his pants and underwear, her fingers wrapping around the bare skin and beginning to stroke.
Kaisen groaned like a walrus on a hot day, and his hand on the zipper tightened.
He slowly began pulling it down again, but with the strain from her breasts, the zipper gave way suddenly. Her breasts burst free from the confines of her leather outfit, and Kaisen got his first glance at the pair of fluffiest clouds with nipples on them.
"God! Are they natural?"
Kaisen asked, his eyes transfixed on the pair of melons in front of him. They were perfect—book perfect, porn perfect.
The way they were shaped and how they sat proudly on her chest, her areolas the perfect shade of brown, and her pink nipples practically screaming, "Suck me!"
Kara smirked and shrugged.
"You can say that. And you know what my offer is if you accept his terms, right?"
Kaisen took a gulp, his eyes glued to the heavenly pillows. Kara raised her free hand and grabbed one of his, guiding it to her right breast.
His fingers sank into the softness like a spoon into a tub of whipped cream. Kaisen groaned out loud, and Kara moaned slightly as his fingers squished her breast, relishing the softness.
"You become mine," he declared, sounding like a knight claiming a castle.
He thought, shaking his head like a wet dog.
'The headset is useless right now, which means I'm stuck here even if I don't like it. And since the world is on the brink of collapse, the best thing I can do is play it safe and look for an opportunity to come out unscathed.'
With the determination of a kid picking up a fallen ice cream cone, he slowly walked towards the VR headset he had thrown away. He picked it up, blew on it, and dusted it off like it was suddenly the Holy Grail.
After all, it indeed was a precious thing, right?
'The population of this world is about 10 billion and with only 800 million of us left here, that means the remaining billions would love to get their grubby hands on this. When something's not for sale, it's up for stealing.'
That was the mantra of this dog-eat-dog world. He was sure blood must've flowed the moment the players returned.
People must've been over the moon, thinking they were coming back home, only to realize they were walking into a slaughterhouse, all for a VR headset.
It was cruel and sad, but that was reality, served ice-cold.
'Kayden better offer me something good—something that can keep me safe and fulfill all my desires. If he does, then maybe I'll help him out too.'
Vrooom!
Kara was already on the bike, revving and striking her signature pose: leaning forward and sticking her ass out like a beacon of temptation.
A smirk spread across Kaisen's face as he climbed onto the bike behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He placed the headset among his other precious loot on his lap, treating it like a golden ticket to an exclusive club.
He couldn't resist a playful squeeze of her breasts, earning another chuckle from the femme fatale.
"Ready?" Kara asked, her voice muffled slightly by her helmet.
"Always, babe. Always."
Indeed he was. After all, it was finally time to meet his supposedly genius brother, who somehow conquered this world with his stupid pea brain. Kaisen was dying to see what kind of circus act that was and, more importantly, what fate awaited him in this crazy world.