CHAPTER 223: CH 223

As Chris and his group walked away, their footsteps fading into the distance, Dave and the others had turned in the opposite direction leading to their assigned destination.

But Eric’s gaze won’t stop lingering on the hybrid that stood motionless beside them. And since Dave was here, he had decided to ask a question. "Chris said you were able to control this thing, so what do we do to it now?"

Dave’s response was casual, "Well, I’ll just let it go its way." He instructed the hybrid to head back to the laboratory, its purpose now to defend the lab against any potential threats.

With its strength, Dave was confident it could handle any beasts or intruders. So putting it in charge of the lab was the best option since he’ll be revisiting the place tomorrow for a very important task.

As the hybrid vanished into the distance, its form blending with the shadows toward the laboratory, the group stood momentarily still, the weight of recent events pressing upon them. The plan had been to proceed to Willow’s Street, but their current location was several distances away, and the journey would be long and uncertain.

Eric glanced around, his eyes settling on a familiar street sign. "My aunt lives nearby, it’s close to a bakery shop," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "I’d like to check on her before we move on."

Dave considered the request, nodding slowly. "We can wait until morning," he replied, masking his own reasons for the delay. Unspoken was his need to confront Tasha, a task he had planned for the next day. The betrayal still burned, and he sought both answers and retribution.

He kept his thoughts to himself, not wanting to burden the others with his personal vendetta. If all went as intended, he would not only complete a long-overdue mission but also settle the score with Tasha.

If Dave hadn’t possessed his unique abilities or managed to end the system’s punishment, his fate would have been sealed, as he would have been transformed into a mindless hybrid under White’s control. The thought of losing his autonomy, his very essence, to become a mere puppet was chilling.

As he pondered this grim possibility, questions surfaced about the system actions if he had turned into a hybrid. Would it have continued to function if he were no longer himself? Would it still issue quests to a being devoid of reason and purpose? The uncertainty gnawed at him, but there was no one to answer him.

In the silence, Dave’s mind raced through scenarios. Perhaps the system would recognize the loss of its host’s cognitive faculties and cease operations, rendering itself dormant. Or maybe it would persist, futilely dispatching directives to an entity incapable of comprehension.

The idea of the system’s relentless functionality, even in the absence of a sentient recipient, was both fascinating and unsettling to Dave.

As dusk settled over the desolate cityscape, Eric departed toward his aunt’s residence, leaving Dave and Ella to find shelter for the night. The streets, once bustling with life, now lay silent, bearing the scars of the recent upheaval.

Dave and Ella walked through the abandoned neighborhoods, their footsteps echoing against the hollow buildings. The apocalypse had driven many from their homes, depleting supplies and forcing survivors to seek refuge elsewhere. Supermarkets and marts had become initial sanctuaries, but as resources dwindled, many moved on, searching for unclaimed territories or reuniting with lost family members.

After several minutes of cautious exploration, they stumbled upon a modest house nestled behind a once-popular Korean restaurant, its faded sign reading "Grandma’s Dinner."

The restaurant’s windows were shattered, and its interior lay in disarray, a testament to the chaos that had unfolded. Though the scent of spices had long since dissipated, the memories of bustling dinners lingered in the air.

Recognizing the improbability of finding edible remnants inside the restaurant, they turned their attention to the adjacent house. The front door hung ajar, creaking softly with each gust of wind.

Despite the signs of hasty departure, overturned furniture, scattered belongings, the structure still remained intact.

The house, though weathered, offered a place of refuge. Its walls stood firm, and the roof showed no signs of leakage. In the living room, an overturned sofa and a rug hinted at the lives that once lived here.

Dave secured the entrance, propping a chair beneath the doorknob, while Ella gathered cushions and blankets from the bedrooms to create a makeshift sleeping area.

As night enveloped the city, they settled into their temporary haven. The distant howls of the wind and the occasional growls of distant beasts were the only sounds that accompanied them.

In this fragile sanctuary, amidst the remnants of a world lost, Dave and Ella found a momentary respite, drawing strength from each other’s presence as they prepared for the journey ahead.

The sofa creaked as Dave and Ella settled into its embrace, seeking respite from the day’s trials. Cobwebs danced in the slivers of moonlight filtering through the tattered curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The silence was a balm, wrapping around them as they closed their eyes, hoping for a momentary escape.

But tranquility was fleeting. Ella had shifted, the cushions sighing beneath her as she rose. Her bare feet made no sound on the cold floor as she moved to stand before Dave. Her silhouette, framed by the dim light, was tense, her hands were clenched at her sides. Dave opened his eyes, meeting hers, and saw the storm brewing within her.

"I want you," She started, causing Dave to blink his eyes repeatedly. Then she continued, "I want you to do what you did to Simbi to me too."

"Huh?" Dave blurted out surprisingly, but then he saw Ella taking off her shirt, revealing a certain part of her body to him.

"I want you... to take my virginity." She said, her eyes fixed intently at Dave.

**Without realizing it, her hands around his neck had moved with a mind of their own, and her dainty elegant hands touched the muscles of his broad chest and caressed it.

Dave groaned at her fluttering touches and his kisses became even wilder, deeper, as though her caresses were a jar of oil thrown into the fire. And before she knew it, he eased her back into the makeshift bed with him ontop of her.

She moaned as the pressure of his kisses increased. His hands began to caress her tenderly and she could do nothing but surrender until her nipples tingled at the touch of his delicate hands.

Pleasure was starting to consume her. The sensual heat was just too much and yet she could not seem to get enough. She wanted more . No, she craved for more. And without realizing it, Ella had pulled Dave close to her.

She wanted him, needed him, closer, No, not just closer, she wanted to feel his name skin pressed directly against hers. Her lips frantically kissed him back, showing him just how much she wanted him.

"Please, Dave... Finger me."

She never thought she would ever act so shamelessly like this. If anyone had told her in the last two weeks that she would be in this situation where she’s about to have her virginity taken, she would say it’s a lie.

At that moment, she remembered a specific person who would always give her an advice not to have sex until after marriage. Her granny, who Ella learnt to have been killed by beasts (RIP).

’I’m sorry Granny, I didn’t listen to your advice. I just don’t want to be the only 18 years old girl who hasn’t had sex in this world. What if I die tomorrow? I can’t die as a virgin, I need to at least know how it feels to have my virginity taken. I want somebody to fuck me! And right now, I’m being fucked by someone I love!’ Ella thought before the next action from Dave caused her to yell out.

"Fuck!" She moaned as she felt Dave’s warm, large hand on her knee travelling upward until he reached the tender flesh between her thighs, her body quivering at every bit of his touch.

"I was going to do that, even before you say so." Dave said in a whisper, loud enough for only the two of them to hear.

Through the skirt she wore, his fingers traced her shape and stroked her until she arched against his hand helplessly, moaning his name loudly.

"Ah, Dave..." she moaned softly as if short of breath.

If she was dizzy with emotions earlier, her mind is now officially and totally lost.

Dave fondled her, soothed her, and then, after what seemed like eternity, he finally stopped the torture and his fingers slipped beneath her skirt. Her panties were carefully removed by Dave, while Ella could only watch as he did this. She couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of his long and strong fingers gliding over her, parting her pussy curls and teasing her taut bud.

It was the first time someone would touch her in that area, but she has to say this, it felt so incredibly good.

Delicately, Dave’s fingers finally slid into her wetness - her pussy entrance - her vagina - her punana, any name you wish to call it. She jerked up, her face liting up as it was a little unexpected, and also, her first time having a finger slid into that area. Not even her own finger had went in