CHAPTER 72: INTERACTIONS WITH THE NIGHT PART 31

Luck locked his office door, aware the bronze box always set off its own flashbang effect.

When the light faded, a small bottle sat in the floor. It held twenty pills, each able to cure most normal disease.

’Oh, it’s useless to me with how strong my immune system is, but I can save it for when someone else gets sick.’

After pocketing the bottle, he walked to Kana’s room.

She was still in the bathroom, taking longer in the shower than usual.

Without waiting, he stepped inside to join her.

Her skin was still flushed from the steamy wash, every curve slick and shining.

Luck didn’t say a word. He knelt between her legs and stuck out his tongue before she could ask what he wanted

thud!

"Give me a taste." His arms slid around her thighs and pushed her forward until she rested against the wall beside the sink.

His tongue traced a long, slow line across her folds, savoring the soapy flavor and heat.

Kana’s thighs stiffened instantly; a stuttering breath escaped her and bounced off the tile.

She seized his hair, tried to hide her flush behind a breathless scoff but failed, her hips betraying her with the need to grind against his jaw.

Luck hummed, amused by how even a world class assassin could dissolve into making desperate sounds this easily.

He liked watching her composure unravel, liked knowing that under the indestructible shell was still a body that could be melted.

"Let’s do an experiment." He coated his tongue with Ki.

Warm licking strokes traced slow circles over her clit, starting soft before pressing harder. The pace kept shifting, never staying the same, all to watch how she reacted.

She slammed her palm to the mirror, fingers squeaking on fogged glass.

"S-Stop—" Kana’s threat was weak, drowned out by the whimper as he sucked her clit between his lips—hard, sharp, and vibrating with a low growl.

Her entire body jerked, legs buckling until she half-collapsed onto the closed toilet seat.

"Luck—" Kana slapped at his shoulder, fighting for composure. "I said stop, please... it’s too much!"

He only dug in harder, catching her gaze in the mirror with a pointed, shit-eating grin as he flicked his tongue rapidly, unforgivingly, until her eyes rolled back.

"I can’t.... I can’t hold it anymore! " Her back arched, skin vibrating with the effort of holding herself together.

This was a contest and she was losing, so she did the only thing a professional could do: she tried to outlast him.

She squeezed her knees in tight, but that only trapped his head further, locking him in place as he nipped and swirled and explored every tremble in her muscles.

Kana held her breath for a full five seconds, refusing to give him the satisfaction, but the effort backfired—the second she exhaled, she let loose a sound so raw and involuntary it was almost a sob.

"You’re—" she tried, but the words clipped apart as he drew the tip of his tongue in tight, slow circles over her most sensitive spot.

He didn’t ease up, not when her legs started to shake, not when her hands went white-knuckled in his hair.

Not even when she bit into the crook of her opposite arm to muffle her cries.

Kana’s entire body shuddered, abs clenching, toes curling, the nerves in her belly alive and sparking like a car battery shorting out

"I’m C..Cumming!"

A thin, high cry scorched out of her, not even a word, just a pulse of raw voltage as she came so hard it seemed to strip every thought from her skull.

Only when the aftershock set in did her legs uncurl, slack and trembling.

She grabbed at his hair more for balance than protest, then let herself collapse to the toilet sit.

"That was insane," she panted, staring glassy-eyed at the water-stained ceiling. "Ki is amazing!"

Luck laughed. This time, he covered his manhood with Ki..

Kana licked her lips. Seeing that hard, vibrating meat made her squirt with anticipation.

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One Hour Later

What they’d done earlier had been intense and left them both starving. They shared a warm meal in the kitchen.

"Food after sex is the best. Don’t you think so?" Luck asked, stuffing a handmade sandwich into his mouth.

Kana let out a soft laugh. "Does it taste better than me?"

"Of course not, yours is way better."

They fell into easy conversation, enjoying a small taste of comfort while everyone outside made do with canned food.

"By the way, where are you getting all this fresh food?" she asked, eyeing the lettuce on the table.

"Military technology," he said, letting that explanation cover everything.

She did not press further and just decided to trust him.

"By the way, you want some beer?" He pulled one out from a mini fridge.

"Cheers."

They kept talking until the topic shifted to the base’s current situation.

"Why are you allowing so many people in?" she inquired.

Luck paused mid-bite, his spoon hovering over the bowl..

"There’s something I haven’t told you," he said quietly, glancing around to ensure their conversation remained private.

"My team... they’ve been gone too long."

Kana’s brow furrowed with concern, and for a moment, the playful banter between them faded into the background. "What do you mean?"

"I think they ran into trouble. To be honest, it’s hard to imagine them losing. They might not be as strong as me, but they’re still skilled people with enhanced body."

His lie sounded so convincing that he started to believe it himself.

"Is that why you’ve been bringing in more survivors?"

"Yes. I need more manpower here. Just in case trouble find us."

Kana’s eyes widened, the gravity of his words settling heavily.

"What kind of trouble are we talking about? You think it’s zombies, or something worse?"

Luck shrugged. "Hard to say. We both know how unforgiving this world can be."

Seeing him this worried made her picture the worst—a mutated zombie even stronger than the jumpers.

One like that was listed in the notebook. The description was so terrifying she doubted even a Ki user could defeat it.

"I don’t want to dwell on it. We have enough issues here, and worrying about my team won’t do us any good," he pushed the idea aside like a discarded plate.

She didn’t ask any more questions and they went back to their room to take a nap.

In the afternoon, the two stepped outside and sat on the motel’s raised platform.

The newcomers were adjusting quickly and had already set up their tents.

From the looks of it, they were all very close.

The kids chased each other around the tents, squealing with laughter.

Adults gathered in small groups, trading stories and passing around cans of food like nothing outside the wall could touch them.

Shane stood off to the side, arms crossed. Every so often, his eyes met Lor. Rick’s wife.

Her jaw stayed tight, and her gaze turned flat and cold, daring him to say one more word.

’Would you look at that. After he fuck his best friend’s wife, now he wants to blackmail her. What a piece of shit.’