CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55: THE DEFIANT BARONESS PART 2.

The cacophony of laughs upsets Otzzana, who can’t understand the joke. "What is so funny?!".

Mayrzzya’s face is basically a poster. «I could tell you, but i prefer to keep laughing at you».

Annoyed, Otzzana stamps her muddied boots in the ground, demanding an explanation.

Amused, N’Ïrk acts playfully. "How could i tell you without insulting you?". *Oh!*. "I know!. You said One Silver Coin Per Hour. That is 50 each Day for the 90 that integrate the Bimester. So 4,500 Silver Coins or Four and a Half White Coins...".

N’Ïrk takes out a Gold Coin and puts it on Otzzana’s collarbone, rolling the circular object across the female’s skin. "My time is priceless, so i am giving you roughly 222 times the amount you offered, but for you to don’t bother me. And don’t worry. I don’t need the change".

The Gold Coin continues it’s path, reaching the Baroness’s cleavage. She is stunned, treated publicly like a striper. Yet, N’Ïrk is kind enough to deliver a couple of soft slaps to Otzzana’s left cheek, waking her from her slumbered fantasy.

"You really have to do something about your slowness, or you’ll end up depending on others all the time «Baroness Otzzana»".

N’Ïrk and the group leaves the classroom building. But once again Otzzana goes after him, intercepting the young man in the adjacent garden.

"If Coins is not what you need. I can get you whatever else you want N’Ïrk...".

"Unnecessary. Aside my life, and the truthful company of those who enjoy to be with me. I don’t require more than that Otzzana. Absolutely everything else, is just a bonus".

"Then. Let me be with you...".

"Sure. Do you have a Fraternity?".

"Not yet N’Ïrk".

"Well, you have one now, tag along".

The command causes displeasure on Otzzana. She was thinking on joining the Sadrín Fraternity after the Bimester ended. A few bribes here and there would be enough to achieve her goal. But now, she is about to join a site she knows nothing about, just like it happens with Zones.

The Preppers Fraternity is ahead, and Otzzana is impressed by how gigantic the terrain is. Not to mention the gorgeous Mansion that serves as a facade, and selling point of the Fraternity.

After scanning the Baroness to become a full fledged member of the Preppers. The group descends to N’Ïrk’s Floor, separating to take a bath, and fulfill their own schedules afterwards.

Otzzana was about to follow the ladies to the Deck’s Showers, but is swiftly kidnapped by N’Ïrk, The Tyrant Harvester of the Floor.

The Baroness senses are heightened, the impotence of being powerless in a foreign region is wild, but not as bewitching as the suppressive touch of N’Ïrk.

The man’s strong rough hand is covering half of Otzzana’s face, silencing her mouth with the sheer pressure of his palm, deforming and muffling the thick kissable lips, while his fingers obstruct the damsel’s nostrils, difficulting her already labored respiration.

Being manhandled, abducted and oppressed with such simplicity, is a first for Otzzana, her heart racing with an unprecedented rate of excitement, far greater and intoxicating, than the moment she was granted her Baroness Title.

Dragged into the bathroom in N’Ïrk’s bedroom. Otzzana is in the shower when she finally regains part of her naturally defiant behavior. "W-What are you doing Ass-hole?!".

The trembling hesitation in the Baroness is a spectacle to behold, and her acting veil is irrelevant before the Synesthesia in N’Ïrk’s eyes.

"You have to ask Otzzana?. You said. «Let me be with you». I don’t mind doing it right as we are... , Dirty, Smelly and Sweaty... , But is your first time. Right Baroness?".

Before she can answer, N’Ïrk turns the cold water, soaking his body along Otzzana’s.

She jerks and yelps, fully awakened with the gross sensation the soil in her boots becoming mud once again.

"Do i have your attention now Baroness?".

Teases N’Ïrk, as the water temperature becomes warmer. With this, the young man learns a new trick thanks to the Synesthesia, the ideal temperature that pleases or grosses others the most.

"Yes N’Ïrk. You have my attention". She does a pause. "Before we start... , Can you, at least tell me your Full Name?".

"My name?. You don’t know it?. It was written on my seat and desk. You’re in the seat in front of me. Didn’t you see it?".

Otzzana rolls her eyes, and speaks as if N’Ïrk were an idiot. "Those letters engraved with Empiric Energy are only visible to the person who has the original frequency".

{What?!. How did Niveilia and Myself see everyone’s names then?!. It is not possible if it’s attached to Personal Frequency!}

*Hahaha*. "You are right. I was messing with you a bit. I am N’Ïrk Ignay’Thus".

"Ignay’Thus!. Like the fearsome Mercenaries, who abruptly disappear from the map?!".

"Correct. To any of the two meanings. I am referring to when they decided to cease being Mercenaries. And to their eradication".

N’Ïrk smirks. "Which means. My services are unique and exclusive Baroness. Are you going to pay the fee?".

Otzzana holds her gaze against N’Ïrk, removing the boots from her feet and throwing them aside without taking her eyes off the young man.

"I don’t like Mercenaries N’Ïrk. They are cunning, cowardly, have no honor and only care about money".

She hesitates, her shake more notorious, and this occasion, is not because of the water. "Promise me you’ll be on my side".

"No".

The answer leave her petrified. Not due to fear or anger, just astonished by how honest and true to himself is N’Ïrk.

"But... , I promise you’ll always be on my side Otzzana. For as long as you want. Still, you have to be aware of this, once you are out. Is highly unlikely that you might be able to get back in".

"So we are more similar than we appear to be, Ass-hole Mercenary...".

N’Ïrk snorts, bringing his hands to Otzzana’s shoulders, removing the fabric of the golden dress, so the garment slides over the damsel’s voluptuous silhouette.

Capturing the Baroness’s head, N’Ïrk guides the female, pecking, then kissing her with a tender but passionate rhythm, each second more demanding and dominant, reminding Otzzana that she is the one wanting something from him...