CHAPTER 57: THE TEMPLE OR HEADQUARTERS [18+]

Inside the city of Gorg, a young man stood at the transparent window on the third floor of a tall glass building, staring at the bright morning sky and inhaling deeply. He stood there, his knuckles tightening with every intake of breath he took, but when he heard a footstep approaching him from behind, he loosened his knuckles, turned softly, and smiled.

"Darling, will you be going solo like your brothers said?" a lady with fine ash-colored hair said, flaunting her hair as she walked toward the young man, wearing only a bra and thin red pants that seemed to be sucked inside her ass, and letting her hips show perfectly.

The man’s smile changed and turned into great sexual delight as he scanned her from top to bottom and bottom to top without blinking for a second. In his eyes, he was already pressing the lady’s huge boobs, dangling in the slightly loose bra, and squeezing them hard under his palms.

"Yeah, but how can I live a day without seeing and having you for myself?" the man said, took a step toward the lady, hugged her, and brushed his hands through her long hair, pushing it back.

After a short conversation, they pressed their lips together and began kissing so hard that the entire third floor echoed their mosh sounds.

"I... will – " the man broke his lips from the lady and tried to speak, but the lady placed a finger on his lips and shushed him, pushing him sideways until they reached a foamy couch at which they both fell into it and continued kissing like hell.

After five minutes of kissing, the man slid his left arm around the lady’s arms, moving it down to her waist, and lastly shoved it between her legs and pulled down the thin pants, letting her sweet pie shimmer slightly before inserting two fingers inside.

The lady began moaning softly until the guy increased the rate at which he pulled and pushed his fingers in her, letting them rub against the walls inside her glorious pie, and wetting them with the love fluid now erupting from her pie whenever he pulled his fingers back.

After twenty minutes of using his fingers and at the same time squeezing her boobs and kissing her, he pulled his fingers out completely, moved both hands to the belt keeping the trousers he was in, unlocked it, and dropped it low, letting his white boxers shimmer under the morning sun’s glow.

He tilted the lady and made her curve over the arm of the couch, pulled down the boxers, letting his hard rod become visible, then thrust it into her. At the moment the tip of the rod touched her and later buried itself in her, she screamed so hard that all the birds standing in the trees, closer and far away, fled into the sky flapping their wings.

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Around the walls of Bion City, people moved in groups, holding hands and singing as they hopped toward the large gate at which everyone was walking. And when they reached the soldiers keeping watch and searching those present, the five children stopped, exchanged glances, and laughed heavily before joining the queue as hands were stretched out and called them.

Kinji, who stood at the far right of the queue, stared at the kids until a thin lady’s voice prompted him to search her, and when he tilted his gaze toward the lady, delight filled his eyes so hard he couldn’t cut his gaze from the lady when he finished searching her.

The lady also kept on turning and smiling back at Kinji as if she had also fallen for him at first sight, and even as she joined the crowded road of the city, Kinji could tell she was still staring back at him whenever he turned toward the crowd.

"Cut the crap and search me; is this your first time seeing a beautiful lady of that stature?" a broad-chested man with a gray beard and moustache said, flipping Kinji on the shoulder and alerting him he had been standing there for over two minutes.

"Sorry, sir," Kinji said, turned toward the man, searched him, and continued searching the rest. Yet his mind never left the lady with the ash-colored hair and purple eyes.

Inside the walls of the barracks, Drake walked out of the building where all the officers were with a frown, talking harshly and blaming anyone his gaze fell upon as he walked out of the barracks entrance.

Gray stood at the door Drake had just walked out, his hands folded at his chest as he watched Drake leave. And when he saw no trace of Drake, he walked back inside, closed the door, and walked through the hallways like a flash.

Within a few minutes, he reached the office where his name was carved on a silver-colored, rounded-rectangular, seven-by-four-inch plate, opened the door, and walked inside, sighing. The moment he walked in, shut the door, and sat in the chair placed at the round table, Wang walked in, holding a brown envelope with Kai written boldly on it.

"Have you thought of what I told you earlier?" he said, pulling one of the seats closer to the table and placing the envelope on the top of the envelopes already packed on the table.

"Can you remember me? I think I have forgotten," Gray said, placing his right arm at his chin and scratching the tiny black hair beginning to grow with his index finger while his thumb rested on his lips.

Wang, who should have continued straight forward, looked at Gray with a strange gaze, and when he tilted his gaze toward the opened window, Gray cleared his throat and sighed, then stood up from the chair and walked toward the window.

He slowly placed both palms on the stool of the window, closed his eyes, and began inhaling the fresh air flying about from the trees outside the window and into the room they were in with sweet fragrance.

"Is it about the incident that happened just yesterday?" he said, cracking his eyes open and turning toward Wang, who had stood up from the chair and was already heading toward Gray at the window.

Wang didn’t answer; he simply replicated Gray’s posture and sighed, then gazed at Gray with the same strange stare again.

A tiny smile tore out of Gray’s lips, then he turned his gaze to the sky and locked his gaze on the three birds flying in circles.

"If we act in that manner, the boy won’t understand the real use of what he is wielding. He needs proper care rather than sending him straight to the headquarters." He paused, tilted his gaze back to Wang,

"Imagine we send him there and he meets up with the family members of the man he killed in the headquarters. Even if not at the headquarters, what if he meets them in the city? He’ll just be dead before we know it." Gray closed his eyes, letting the view of the birds replay in his vision.

"I know, but we can’t keep him here and protect him for years without letting him know what he’s holding. We need to do something before he goes out of hand again," Wang said, placing a hand on Gray’s shoulder.

Gray didn’t say a word, he simply placed a hand on Wang’s palm, and smiled. Then as Wang pulled his hand back, Gray turned toward the birds and grinned.