Chapter 1
Chapter 1 As the cab, colored like a peacock's feathers, comes to a halt by the curb, Devon Johns glances at the rearview mirror. In the backseat, the girl is fixing her short, edgy hair into a black ducktail cap. Most of her face is covered by a black mask, with only a pair of dark onyx eyes visible beneath the shadowy brim. Devon asks, "Are you carrying a gun?" Due to his damaged vocal cords, his voice sounds reminiscent of Frankenstein residing in a basement. Flavie's almond-shaped eyes widen with disbelief, but her tone remains calm, "Devon, do you still think of me as a fragile doll?" "Just as a precaution." Devon has always been reserved, speaking sparingly, especially in front of Flavie."Take a look, it shouldn't have to be used tonight." Flavie pulled out the black pistol from her right back pocket and had to check the chamber again as Devon observed. Devon unlocked the car door and exclaimed, "Flavie, be cautious." No matter how simple or challenging the task was, Devon would always give this instruction, like a parent advising a child heading off to school. Flavie grinned and lowered her gaze, saying, "Understood." She put her gun back into her belt holster and opened the car door to exit.Devon watched as Flavie's figure receded into the distance through the rearview mirror, her attire completely black, eventually vanishing into the darkness of the street. In the reflection of the window glass, Devon noticed the scar on his face, a lengthy one stretching from the corner of his left eye down to his jawline. It was twisted, resembling a centipede that would easily frighten a child. He reached for the L-City Evening News resting on the passenger seat, immediately turning to the section with advertisements. Among them, a small ad in red and black caught his attention, tightly packed like a matchbook. The ad read, "Searching for an individual named Retta Corkery, female, 15 years old, who left home on June 15th and has not yet returned...""The Black Whale Pest Control Company is a highly skilled and experienced exterminator that specializes in eliminating insects, ants, and rodents with exceptional effectiveness."Then navigate to the page that contains the latest news.Mayor Ward Bayer is facing serious charges and is currently being investigated.A man who was out running at night tragically passed away following several days of yellow heat alerts in L City, according to Dr.James, a cardiologist from the Cardiology Department at Sacred Heart Hospital in L City, elucidates ......"Yesterday, a tragic incident occurred at a seafood store where a man and a woman lost their lives after being fatally electrocuted. This unfortunate event was caused by an electrical leak from an old circuit."Devon couldn't help but raise his thick eyebrows as he thought to himself that the company must be doing really well lately. * Knowing he had to escape, Ward Bayer, the blind man, was being pursued by multiple parties. If THE Wiegands didn't handle the situation properly, they would be in trouble. The henchman, who was being used as a scapegoat for his crimes, probably wouldn't survive for long. The CID would soon be after him, so he needed to leave tonight. During this sensitive period, the Glory Club had been closed for a few days. The usually glamorous clubhouse now sat in darkness. Entering through the security door at the back of the club, the blind man made his way upstairs in complete darkness. His office was located at the end of the corridor. The long corridor felt like the endless belly of a python, with the sound of hurried footsteps blending into the shadowy abyss.The office had a damp, musty smell since it hadn't been ventilated in days. As soon as the blind man turned on the light switch, he could sense a faint stagnation in the murky air. However, it was too late. The moment the lights illuminated the room, he instinctively narrowed his eyes and felt the cold barrel of a gun against his temple. This couldn't be happening! He had carefully reviewed the store's security footage before returning, and there wasn't even a sign of a mouse! Furthermore, how could someone have entered without triggering the surveillance system to alert the police?I'm sorry, but you haven't provided any content to paraphrase. Could you please provide the specific content you'd like me to paraphrase?...? It all occurred in such a rapid manner that fear didn't even have a chance to fully engulf his body, and before he could even question whether THE Wiegands were attempting to keep him quiet, the bullet had already pierced through his head. The sight of red and black blood spewing from the opposite side of his temple was instantaneous. Falling to the ground like a puppet whose strings were abruptly cut, he landed lifelessly. His head made contact with the floor a couple of times before coming to a halt. The bag of marijuana, which was filled with potatoes, had a puncture in it. As a result, the bloodstained potatoes rolled out of the opening, one after another.The office became completely quiet after the short gunshot. After a while, an unexpected loud and clear whistle broke the silence, but it failed to make any impact in the still atmosphere. Flavie softly hums the melody of "13 jours en France" under his breath, feeling relaxed and calm. It seemed as though the person he had just shot in the head was not a living human being, but simply a tiny insect. Flavie knelt beside the lifeless man and checked the vital signs of his target for today. Once confirming the death, she placed the pistol in his left hand; the blind man was left-handed.She once again held his rigid hand, leaving her fingerprints on the handle and casually tossed the gun in front of him. It was a Sig Sauer P226R, a pistol that the visually impaired man had a fondness for. Flavie wasn't certain if the blind man had moved his own firearm prior to their meeting tonight, so she had kept a backup pistol of the same model. With the target yet to arrive, she proceeded to unlock the drawer of the Taipan desk and discovered the weapon. Flavie inspected the chamber and safety, making a displeased face. "You see, Devon, I can save a bullet today," she muttered, while humming and retrieving a cellphone from her pants pocket.The smartphone she used was an outdated Symbian model. Opening the sliding cover, she quickly took a few pictures of the body that was still warm. She then sent an MMS to a phone number she had memorized. Suddenly, the whistling sound ceased and she hurriedly left the dimly lit hallway. The office door closed behind her, enveloping her in complete darkness, but it didn't hinder her escape. Her boots made no sound as she moved, resembling a stealthy black cat in the night, leaving no trace or shadow. As she made her way through the secret escape door, she discreetly glanced at the surveillance camera hidden in the shadows, which had night vision capabilities. Using her gloved finger, she traced a circle in the air, causing the camera to turn off. A few seconds later, when the camera restarted, Flavie had vanished into the back alley without a single clue remaining. The taxi remained parked on the side of the road, its vibrant green color shining and reflecting. On the car's rooftop, the LED advertisement screen continuously displayed a red-lettered slogan, scrolling in a repetitive manner.If you need to get rid of termites or cockroaches, consider selecting The Black Whale Pest Control Company. They are a well-known national chain that offers round-the-clock door-to-door service throughout the city. A traveler approached the door but couldn't open it, so he hiccuped and went to the driver's seat to knock on the window, asking, "Sir, are we going to Hakkamura or not?" Without looking up from his newspaper, Devon waved his hand and pointed to the empty license plate meter in front of the car, where the red numbers were ticking. As his friend helped a drunk man into another taxi, Devon checked the time and realized it was about time to leave. He folded the newspaper, tossed it onto the passenger seat, and unlocked the car. In the rearview mirror, he saw a dark shadow quickly pass by. The car door opened and closed with a slam. He released the handbrake, steered, and merged into the traffic.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Flavie removed his hat and exclaimed, "Wow!" Devon adjusted the air conditioning to a lower setting. With her short dark hair flowing over her pale ears, Flavie took off her mask and began whistling once more. She unbuckled her belt and removed her lambskin gloves, then proceeded to take off her black shirt and pants one by one, placing them directly in the car. Listening to her relaxed melody, Devon knew that tonight's task would be easily accomplished. However, he couldn't help but furrow his brow as he watched Flavie confidently reveal her ample breasts and slender waist, reminding her, "Close the window blinds." The streetlights outside appeared like shooting stars moving rapidly in reverse, causing the compartment to be both brightly lit and dimly lit, with piles of undulating naked torsos emitting a soft glow in the darkness. Flavie removed the hand thorns that were tightly fastened to her left arm, her lips curling slightly in a cat-like manner, saying, "No need, it's not the first time." A large shopping bag sat on the back seat, from which she extracted a red dress made of somewhat inexpensive fabric and a makeup bag. She fastened straps around her thighs, attached her hand spikes to the straps, slipped on the dress, which covered the sharp objects on her legs just enough, and finally tossed her changed clothes, gloves, and military boots into the bag. Devon's car always drove smoothly, and Flavie pulled out all the makeup she could find in her bag, swiftly layering on multiple coats of paint on her face, even applying false eyelashes with precision and speed while waiting at a red light. She applied a foundation that was one shade darker than her skin tone, dark shadows on her nose and cheeks, highlights on her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, a brick-red smoky eye makeup to deepen the depth of her eye sockets, thick false eyelashes that fanned out, and matte lips in a vibrant orange shade...... Complete it with a large, blonde, wavy wig. After that reminder, Devon remained silent, and the car was eerily quiet, like a ghost taxi, until Flavie stepped out of the car and asked him to help her dispose of the clothes. He responded with a hoarse and distorted "yes". The heavily made-up woman walked through the night on her black heels, catching the attention of men who would gaze at her for a moment. Some even had the audacity to inquire about the price for a night of drinking. Chunxia ignored them, skillfully avoiding the vulgar drunks, maneuvering through the dimly lit paths illuminated by only a few incandescent lamps. She carefully avoided the sewer manhole covers that could trip her up in her high heels, making three or four turns before reaching her doorstep. In her black armpit bag, she carried an old Nokia cell phone and a pistol, from which she retrieved the key to open the security door. The sensor lights of the rented house were once again not working, and the stairwell was dark. However, Flavie managed to navigate through the darkness with a flutter of her eyelids, humming a little tune as she ascended to the third floor. The long corridor stretched out before her, illuminated only by bleak overhead incandescent lights. Since her neighbor's older brother had moved out, the corridor had become increasingly cluttered with shoes. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, yet the rented house was still bustling with activity. It was like a small matchbox containing a variety of lives, and the thin wooden door panels couldn't conceal the noise or even the smells. Flavie had no intention of prying into others' privacy, but her keen ears and nose allowed her to envision scenes in her mind as she passed by each room. Room 301 was occupied by her "peer," a girl who worked as a food broadcaster. The sound of vomiting could be heard, making Flavie wonder how many burgers and fried chicken the girl had consumed that night.Over in room 302, there's a delivery person who recently picked up a girl. They stay up late every night talking. Room 303 is always quiet because the couple who runs a breakfast business goes to bed early. The smell of beer and cigarettes mixed together in room 304 is really unpleasant. Room 305 just moved in last week. They're still working and came to the city alone to make a living. Room 306 is a big suite with a living room and kitchen. It's occupied by a couple who work for a nearby company. Right now, the wooden bed in their bedroom is creaking and about to break apart. There are muffled moans coming from there. However, Flavie heard the guy leaving yesterday with his suitcase, and the girl told him to eat well on his business trips. Flavie glanced at the pair of men's leather shoes that were too big for the 306 doorway and raised an eyebrow. She gained a newfound appreciation for the quiet and introverted girl. The last two rooms at the end of the corridor are still empty. The landlord isn't in a rush to rent them out as he has other buildings in the village to collect rent from. Flavie stopped in front of her own apartment. After using her identity as a live broadcast industry anchorwoman for a year due to lack of money, she feels like she has enough life experience and is ready for a change of environment to have fun. But as she was about to leave, she unexpectedly realized that certain images and scents had taken root and sprouted in her mind within this small building. It could have been a long time ago, or maybe it was just in her dreams. Flavie chuckled to herself at her own pretentiousness as she took the key and prepared to put it into the lock. She didn't need all these extra feelings and memories. It was a long, humid summer in the city, and Flavie was afraid of the heat. When she left the air conditioner on while going out, the cold air would seep through the small cracks under the door. The metal key was about to touch the lock on the door when suddenly it stopped. Something was off. The airflow felt different.Flavie raised an eyebrow and sniffed with her keen sense of smell, detecting the faint scent of pine. In an instant, a bright flash of light crossed her dark eyes. Well, it seems we have a visitor who is long overdue. With a slight smile, Flavie lifted her skirt and withdrew the spikes from her hand. She tightly held the blade's hilt in her palm. These customized spikes, less than six inches long, were specially made for her hand and glistened with a cold silver edge. She slipped off her heels outside the door, her toes making no sound as she gripped the knife in her right hand and used her left hand to insert the key into the lock. As she opened the door, it made a clicking sound like a stopwatch starting. Flavie pushed the door open forcefully with her backhand and turned around swiftly. Her red dress flowed out like a blooming flower in the pitch-black night on the other side of the river. The strap of her small black bag slid from her shoulder to her palm. The light from the doorway gradually faded as she threw the small bag towards the man hidden in the corner behind the door. Reacting swiftly, the man swiped away the object that flew in front of him with one hand. In the meantime, Flavie had already rushed towards him, holding the key in her left hand and thrusting it towards his face, aiming directly for his coldly glowing eyes in the dimness. The man quickly raised his right elbow to block her attack and tried to strike her left wrist with a backhand motion. However, at that moment, another silver light flashed from the afterglow of his eyes. It was a hundred times colder and sharper than the key, swiftly heading straight for his solar plexus. He immediately raised his left elbow to defend against the woman's swift attack, only managing to keep the knife's tip ten centimeters away from his face. If he had been even slightly slower, the blade would have pierced his flesh.At that moment, he was about to grab the slender wrist with his right hand, resembling a slippery white eel swiftly escaping. Flavie pulled out his left hand, discarded the key he was holding, and forcefully yanked on his right elbow joint. With a sudden burst of strength, his entire upper body brought both hands together, causing the hand spikes to move another four or five centimeters closer to the man's. Christopher Brown hadn't intended to fight Flavie from the beginning and had initially held back some of his strength. However, as he saw the knife's tip approaching nearer and nearer, and noticed the intense murderous intent in Flavie's wildcat-like eyes without any hesitation, Christopher was compelled to use both hands simultaneously to block her attack. He slightly averted his head away from the advancing knife tip. Through clenched teeth, he uttered, "Damn it, after not seeing you for so long... you're doing this to me?" Just as the words left his mouth, there was a loud noise, and the wooden door abruptly slammed shut right on time.
Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Flavie noticed the movement in room 304 come to a halt for a brief moment, followed swiftly by another loud noise. Naturally, she wasn't as physically strong as Christopher, and even though he wasn't using his full strength either, she would eventually start losing ground in their ongoing standoff. The illuminated spots on the knife's tip flickered in the dim light, resembling a deep-sea creature with a luminous back. She licked her lips once more and responded with a smirk, "You must appreciate this rather genuine treatment, don't you? Otherwise, I would have pulled out my gun at the door, entering without the owner's permission..."Her room was equipped with temperature sensors, ensuring that the air conditioner maintained a constant temperature of 20 degrees Celsius. In case of any unauthorized entry, an alarm would immediately send a signal to the authorities. However, these security measures meant nothing to the man known as "Ares" who stood before her. They were mere insignificant tricks that failed to capture his attention. Christopher observed the excessive makeup on her face and frowned, remarking, "That shade of lipstick doesn't suit you." Flavie playfully stuck out her tongue and replied, "Why do you even care? I like it." "Living in this run-down house, engaging in some unknown live stream, dancing and singing, undressing yourself, fondling your breasts, and playing with your behind...""You enjoy all of that as well, right? Hmm?" Christopher's tone turned icy, and he forcefully pushed Flavie's hand away with his left arm before backhanding her wrist, pulling her in a half-circle with a sharp tug. Showing no mercy this time, Christopher pressed the much shorter Flavie against the door panel, gripping her wrists tightly and slamming them against it. Through gritted teeth, he demanded, "Admit it, getting off on some random guy watching you pleasure yourself turns you on, doesn't it?" Flavie's wrists throbbed with pain, but she refused to let go and clenched her left hand into a fist, attempting to strike the soft part of Christopher's inner arm. However, Christopher anticipated her move and partially intercepted her fist, restraining her left hand. Flavie snorted and abruptly dropped down, breaking free from his grip, and then forcefully drove her right elbow into Christopher's elbow joint. Christopher endured the pain and quickly took two steps back to avoid Flavie's elbow aimed at his throat.The small single room is not spacious and has a simple structure. Upon entering the room, there is an L-shaped computer desk on the left-hand side where Flavie "works". The desk is accompanied by a single bed and a closet. A white curtain hangs halfway on the small window at the end of the room. Outside the window, there are brick bars from the building across the street, reflecting the cool and white moonlight. A thin strip of white light quietly enters the room, stopping just short of Christopher's feet. It seems hesitant to move any further, as if it fears the tense and exciting atmosphere inside the house. "So you've come to watch my live stream? What's your username? Have you ever sent me a gift?" Flavie's face carries a smile, but the dagger in his hand shows no manners as it moves towards Christopher's neck one after another. Christopher, who only defends but does not attack, continuously steps back. The moonlight highlights his well-defined figure and also reflects the sparkle in Flavie's black eyes. Although his cheeks ache with anger, he still has to be cautious about avoiding the sharp tip of the knife. His voice is filled with fury as he speaks, "You're really obsessed with those useless virtual gifts, aren't you? You think I won't dismantle that website tomorrow?" For the past six months, Christopher has been in Europe with a purpose. Because of this, he always has to consider the time difference and watch her live stream on that adult website punctually. During Flavie's live stream, she never shows her face. She always wears a wig and a lace mask of various colors covers her face. The camera only captures her attractive chin and the mouth that Christopher knows holds great power.Several times a week, she would host a regular live broadcast. However, she would also display her cleavage and long legs, depending on her mood. Occasionally, she would even reveal a glimpse of her pink areola to attract attention from men who would scream in excitement. During the weekends, she would take it a step further by revealing her lower body using a small toy or by using her fingers to simulate gunplay and dance with knives. Each time, she would make sure to engage with the camera in a provocative way before stopping. "Wow, Christopher, will you be watching me pleasure myself?" she asked with a mischievous smile, lifting her leg up to her knee and playfully aiming a kick towards Christopher's lower back and stomach. Christopher quickly blocked her knee strike and, in response, gave her a firm slap on her exposed thigh, his teeth clenched tightly."Is it possible that there is no connection?" How is that even possible? There was a period when the people he intended to assassinate would go to the Vatican and attend the final mass at St. Peter's Basilica every Sunday afternoon, and on two occasions, this coincided with Flavie's broadcast. Christopher stood at the edge of the crowd, concealing his cell phone inside a hollowed-out Bible, and Flavie's voice-altering software made his heart race as he listened through his headphones. When Flavie reached her climax, he quickly glanced at the Bible and closed it forcefully, causing the tourists in front of him to turn and observe him. Luckily, he had a long coat to conceal his uneasiness.After finally seeing Christopher take action, Flavie quickly grabbed his arm and shoulder, stepped onto the nearby wall with both feet, and used the momentum to gracefully soar into the air. With ease, she landed on the man's shoulders, squeezing her thighs together tightly and locking his neck in a firm hold. The dagger in her hand swiftly moved towards his temple. Just as danger approached, the body's defense system was activated. Christopher reacted faster than his mind, swiftly grabbing Flavie's wrist with precise accuracy, applying pressure and twisting, instinctively preparing to break free from his opponent's grip. If he couldn't fracture her wrist, he would at least dislocate it. Unlike their previous encounter, Flavie released her grip in pain this time. She knew that when Christopher became serious about killing, there was no turning back. In one smooth motion, Christopher snatched her thrust hand and with a powerful swing of his long arm, threw the entangling dagger towards the wooden door.A beam of shimmering light cut through the damp and sticky darkness, effortlessly burying half of the steel blade into the solid wooden door panel, just like slicing through a fresh pear. In an instant, Christopher hoisted Flavie's entire body up by her waist and stomach. Flavie's obvious physical weakness and the limited strength in her right hand prevented her from fighting back. She could only surrender to Christopher as he unlocked her restraints, picked her up, and threw her down like a lifeless piece of dough. Boom! The mattress sank like a crater on the moon's surface, causing the several Duffy Bears propped against the wall to be struck by the forceful waves. One of them collapsed in a heap. Flavie's back felt ablaze, a slight dizziness clouded her vision, and her wig fell off, scattering messily across the covers like seaweed washed up on the beach. She silently acknowledged that Christopher had always restrained himself, never slamming her directly into the computer desk or the unforgiving tile floor. Christopher knelt over Flavie, his left hand feigning a chokehold. He coldly glanced at the pile of brown bear figurines, grabbed one, examined it with a disapproving tsk, and disdainfully tossed the stuffed animal onto the floor. "Do you want a rough ride? I'll give you an unforgettable experience later."Christopher reached around his waist using his right hand and retrieved a foldable knife. With a quick flick of his wrist, the blade emerged with a sharp sound. He cautiously ran his tongue along the intricate floral design on the knife's surface and muttered under his breath, "You're so difficult to deal with, always inviting trouble even when I try to be kind to you..." Suddenly, without hesitation, he tightly gripped the handle of the knife and forcefully plunged it into Flavie's left eye!
Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The atmosphere in Room 307 was strangely quiet compared to what one would expect. Flavie's eyes were leaking tears, creating salty streaks on the white sheets. These tears were a result of her not blinking for an extended period of time. Christopher's knife hovered just a few millimeters above the pupil of her left eye, ready to strike like the scythe of death. She enjoyed challenging him, and as long as Christopher didn't move the knife away, she refused to blink. Her eyes filled with a bitter sadness, the tide of emotions rising and falling. Christopher released his grip on her neck and gently wiped away the tears that seemed unnecessary to them, showing some pity in his voice. "Wow, even the little maniac knows how to cry..." He then removed the knife, using his thumb and forefinger to delicately close Flavie's eyelids. Just like how he would sometimes tenderly close the eyelids of a deceased person after killing them. It felt satisfying in his hands, despite the paint stains on the eyelids being too much for his liking.A thin slice, resembling the delicate petals of an iris with gold veins. A small amount of dew in the eye was squeezed out, causing the petals to become even softer as they soaked it up. The sharp knife blade effortlessly cuts through Flavie's collarbone. Gently sliding between the skin and the suspenders of her skirt, delicately picking and cutting. At that moment, Christopher twisted the fabric of the dress and expressed his disgust, saying, "What is your problem? Must you be so obsessed with this? Is it too much to ask for a nicer dress?" Flavie blinked her moist eyes but responded like a well-behaved girl, "If I buy a better one, won't you just cut it up?" Christopher rolled his eyes at her and pinched the fabric around her neckline, easily slicing through it with his knife. While he slowly and methodically processed what had just occurred, he mused, "Have you been less alert lately? What would you have done if it wasn't me when someone was at the door?" The cracked and decaying cloth slid down from her bosom, its edges curling up like the blood-stained petals of a mandala flower. The petals twirled and blossomed, revealing the hidden white pearls within the buds. Oh, the little lunatic was wearing two breast patches without a bra. Unfazed by the dagger exploring her body, Flavie arched her back and brought her breasts closer to Christopher's eyes, defiantly stating, "Then it's still a fight." Christopher's eyes darkened as he used his nails to remove the edge of the breast patch, causing the areola to harden pitifully under the stimulation and the nipple to tremble. He asked, "What if I bring a gun? How about weapons for you?" Blood-red cherries adorned the thick cream, and the cold side of the knife pressed against them, pushing the nipple into the creamy surface. As the knife was lifted, the cherry slowly floated away from the creamy white flesh of the breast. Flavie's sensitive nipple tips were irritated by the cool steel blade, causing her eyes to half-close, and she replied, "If you can't fight, don't you know how to run?" She raised her slightly sore and numb right hand and tapped her index finger on the knot of Christopher's throat, saying, "If anyone kills me, Christopher, you must avenge me." "Heh, you want me to avenge you? Who are you to me?" At this point, Christopher was unfazed by Flavie scratching at his lifeline, as he proceeded to cut the skirt into a useless pile of garbage. He then playfully picked at the waistband of her panties before swiftly putting away his folding knife. Wearing a grin, he retorted, "You might as well ask God and pray that no one comes to me to kill you."Flavie reached out her arms, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him down onto her. She absentmindedly said, "If that day ever comes, you'll have to make love to me before you do your job, and then my death will be satisfying... Well-" Christopher couldn't bear to hear any more, so he silenced her with a passionate kiss. He didn't mind that in doing so, he would taste the artificial flavoring of the lipstick he disliked. Christopher's kisses were intense and forceful, his tongue playfully exploring a sweet sensation in his warm mouth, stirring up a delightful sensation. Flavie matched his intensity and lifted her legs from the cramped space between them, wrapping them around his waist like a gentle snake. She lightly scraped her heels against his back, gradually lifting the hem of his waist. "Why are you so passionate..."Can't those supermodels satisfy you while you're in Europe?" Flavie asked, her collarbone kissed by Christopher as she playfully ran her fingers through his curly brown hair. Christopher no longer lived a luxurious life, evident by the rough calluses on his hands that rested on the roots of Flavie's breasts. His teeth nibbled at her nipples, remarking vaguely, "Supermodels are all skinny and bony, how could they ever compare to the taste of your breasts?" Flavie pouted, a smile forming at the corners of her mouth as she toyed with Christopher's hair, wrapping it around her fingertips. The moon caressed and kissed Flavie's delicate curves, just as Christopher did. His moistened tongue followed the moon's path, gently licking the shallow scars scattered across her body. In this line of work, it was common for assassins to have bullet wounds or scars. Others often underwent laser treatments or covered them with tattoos to maintain flawless skin. But Flavie saw these scars as a mark of honor. Christopher had been waiting for an hour, longing for Flavie to pleasure him. He straightened up and wet his finger before sliding it between her legs. However, he soon realized that the wetness there made his efforts futile. It seemed as if her arousal had been building since they walked in the door, resembling the gasping mouth of a small fish, opening and closing, releasing bubbles of sweet water. "Wow, it's so wet. It has been like this since we arrived, hasn't it?" Christopher murmured as he inserted two fingers into the tight flesh. He skillfully rotated them, slightly flexing his knuckles, causing Flavie to emit a trembling cry from her throat, "Uhhhh....."Um...okay... Those skilled in handling knives and guns have dexterous fingers and can navigate through small bodies of water. Christopher delicately plays with a hidden cherry nestled in the ground, feeling its smooth and juicy skin, gently squeezing it to release its flavorful juice. The cherry grows firm and ripe, ready to be plucked. Flavie's cheeks turn rosy as her leg muscles tense into graceful curves, waves of pleasure building up to an intense climax. The intensity overwhelms her senses, causing bodily fluids to trickle down from her raised buttocks and creating a shimmering river on the bedspread. As she reaches her peak, she almost lets out a scream, and Christopher kisses her passionately. Their tongues intertwine, capturing her moans and devouring them, before returning them back to her. Breathing heavily, Flavie lies on the bed while Christopher stands up, undresses, revealing his muscular physique. His erect penis matches his reputation, fierce and powerful like a flaming spear held by the god Ares, with a burning flame at its tip. Christopher puts on a condom. Regardless of who Christopher is with, he always wears a condom to minimize any unnecessary complications. Christopher pushes aside the pile of teddy bears on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he embraces Flavie in his arms.He gently took hold of her slender wrist and brought it to his mouth. The spot where he had just pinched it so hard that it almost dislocated was now slightly warm and reddened. He kissed it, caught a whiff of something, and asked in a confused manner, "Just got a shot?" "Um...," Flavie replied, her arm resting on his shoulder as she leaned in to nibble on a scar near Christopher's ear. The fresh skin was still fragile. Christopher patted her hip and motioned for her to take a seat, saying, "I'll let you ride, ride well."
Chapter 5
Chapter 5 Two pale, jiggling breasts bobbed up and down in the air. The glowing red glow at the top transformed into a deceptive crimson light, appearing like the lingering taillights of a speeding car in the darkness of the night. Christopher observed her breasts bouncing so much that he gripped the base of them with both hands, delicately teasing the playful nipple with his index finger. The nipples were firm, and the calluses on them were even tougher. He slowly rubbed the tips of the nipples, causing them to resemble warm, tiny berries that had been steeped in spicy cinnamon-infused red wine for a long time. Recalling the various types of seductive lingerie he had seen on Flavie's livestream, Christopher tugged firmly on the nipple tips between his fingers, murmuring, "Hmm...Are you planning to expand your live stream to a larger audience? Is the next step going to be offering live sexual content? The sudden suggestion caught Flavie off guard, causing her to tilt her head back like a swan struck by an archer's arrow. She firmly grasped Christopher's shoulders and sat down forcefully, tightly gripping his member with her own. "That task would require someone willing to do it... So, who do you think would be suitable for that role?" Christopher couldn't help but gasp at her boldness. "Just find that talented individual you mentioned before, the good-looking guy who knows his way around technology. What was his name again?" Flavie lifted her hips and spat out the water in her mouth before swallowing hard. As her buttocks pressed against Christopher's muscular thigh, she couldn't resist saying, "His name is 'dot', and he's not a young boy anymore..."Repositioning her body, she transformed into a graceful serpent and coyly remarked, "Right here, it's just as impressive as yours." The turtle's head, covered by a thin, jelly-like membrane, pushed into the narrow passage, biting and sipping one by one. Christopher clenched his teeth and let out a grunt. He grasped her slender waist tightly and lifted it upwards, causing her moistness to trickle out. He gently placed her on the bed, raised her hips, and entered her once again with a grunt. His firm and eager member penetrated deeply, igniting a fiery sensation that consumed the delicate flesh within her, almost like attempting to scorch the wet flower field. Suddenly, a surge of fresh water burst forth from within, dousing the flames. Rather than extinguishing Christopher's desire, it only intensified the flames, much like pouring alcohol on a fire.He was completely destroyed. Christopher tightly held Flavie's slightly trembling stomach with one hand while gripping her shoulder with the other. He relentlessly pounded harder and harder, not holding back his words, "Yeah, scream at me when you're ready, I'll give you 78 rockets." Flavie grabbed a wobbly Duffy Bear from the edge of the bed and held it close to her face, a cheerful smile on her lips, "Thanks in advance for the rockets, Christopher." The sound of a poker game continued from the room diagonally across the hall. They shuffled the cards countless times, and that old man Cai still had a strong hand. Around two o'clock, the occupant of room 305 returned. After a short while, the door opened and closed, followed by the shaking of bedpans and lewd screams from women. The men were rough, and there was a lot of foul language. However, by the time Christopher put on his second condom, the commotion next door was already over. Flavie was incredibly flexible, easily able to open her long legs over 180 degrees. The two of them managed to change positions in their cramped space of less than forty square meters. Finally, Christopher held Flavie in his arms and penetrated her deeply from the bottom up. The girl in his arms was turned upside down, causing her entire back to be covered in a fine layer of sweat. He nearly wiped away the lipstick from her lips as he devoured them, revealing their natural color, resembling a chewed-up strawberry. Christopher's forehead was dripping with sweat, a drop falling from his curly brown hairline. He kissed Flavie and asked her to help him gather his bangs, as his hands were too occupied with fondling her plump rear. The man next door seemed to be snoring, and the sound of mahjong finally ceased as Christopher removed the second condom. He panted heavily as he ejaculated onto Flavie's trembling belly.The whiteness churned in the shallow water and slowly descended to fill the small, adorable belly button. Moonlight projected the silhouettes of the two people kissing onto the white wall, creating a tangle of vine-like shadows. Afterwards, Christopher entered the bathroom first. The small space did not have a clear separation between wet and dry areas, so there was a transparent plastic curtain, similar to the ones used in biology labs, hanging there. Cold water streamed from the showerhead, and Christopher had just finished rinsing the foam off his hair when he heard the bathroom door being pulled open. He glanced back at her and continued washing his hair. Flavie pulled the curtain behind him and entered, lightly pressing the tip of her index finger against the left side of his back. She let out a soft sound, "You're dead." After having satisfying sexual encounters twice, Christopher, in a contented mood, played along with her playful remark, "Ah, I'm dead, you're amazing." He rinsed off the foam, playfully tapped the person on their back, and pulled her closer, kissing the two tiny teardrop-shaped birthmarks under the corner of her left eye in the pouring rain. The woman who had removed her makeup was incredibly gentle, her lips curved like a smooth, polished cat's basil leaf. How could she not see that she was an experienced killer, skilled with her hands? As they continued kissing passionately, Christopher felt his arousal starting to rise again. He slightly regretted only bringing two condoms for tonight."Do you have a condom with you?" He inquired. Flavie lightly caressed his penis twice, her fingers gently touching the tip, and responded, "No. Should we go downstairs and get some?" Christopher's lips curled in disgust as he thought about the adult stores with pink lighting, tacky decorations, and offensive posters on the door. "Never mind, let's plan another time." He kissed Flavie on the lips and pulled back the curtain to leave the bathroom first. Flavie raised an eyebrow, showing little concern. By the time she finished washing her hair and stepped out of the shower, Christopher was already dressed in his own clothes. There were still water droplets falling from her wet hair onto the collar of his shirt. Christopher wouldn't stay overnight, and Flavie wouldn't allow it. Neither of them could sleep in the same bed with someone else; kissing was acceptable, but sleeping together was not. "When is your flight?" Flavie sat naked on the bed with her legs crossed, using a washcloth to dry her damp hair. Christopher didn't reside in L-town, often staying in cities like New York or Washington, and sometimes in Atlanta or Boston. Flavie didn't know the exact location, as she had never been to Christopher's place."Tomorrow morning," Christopher said, not specifying the exact time. He casually threw the folding knife he had just prepared onto the bed, saying, "A little present for you." Flavie set the towel aside and picked up the shiny folding knife, noticing that it was different from Christopher's usual dagger. She could finally examine it closely. The handle of the knife was beautifully made with a mix of gold and silver, featuring a demon-like creature with the head of an ape and the body of a tiger. Its sharp horns and silver teeth gleamed menacingly. With a quick flick of his wrist, Christopher extended the blade by pressing the handle spindle. The blade itself, made of titanium alloy, had intricate engravings depicting the demon's serpentine tail that curved along the blade until it reached its sharp point. At the end of the blade's handle, there was an engraved inscription that read "Bird of Night."
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