Chapter 61: Coming In the Office
Chapter 61: Coming In the Office
"Are… you sure you don't want to stay?"
"No…"
"And you'll be… nh… you'll be leaving in a month?"
"Yes, that was the plan… We've already talked about this before."
"...But we've never talked about it while… while doing thi—wait… wait…"
The sound of fabric tearing whispered in the air as Ayesha's teeth bit on the pillow beneath her face.
"Un… uh!" And as her teeth and lips parted, a string of saliva started to trail from the pillow that was soaked with both her tears and spit.
The pillow was not the only one that was completely soaked, however, as the juices that were endlessly dripping onto her thighs and down her knees caused the entire bed to be wet.
"Ha… I could… I could force you to stay, you know?" Ayesha's voice was meek, completely devoid of its usual brashness and arrogance, "I have the power to—Nh!"
It wasn't only her voice that was meek — everything was.
Her muscles which release an audible noise as they contract, now completely soft and almost limp as she was on her knees; her legs spread wide open as she let Rhys just do whatever he wanted with her — even pushing her down as she tried to get up.
But aside from keeping her facedown, Rhys was incredibly gentle with Ayesha, even holding both her hands behind her back with his remaining hand as he ravaged her from behind.
"I have… I have the power to…" Ayesha gasped as she tried her best not to bite on her pillow again. And soon, Ayesha removed one of her hands from Rhys's grip; her fingers, quickly moving between her thighs as she spread herself even further. Nôv(el)B\\jnn
"Nh…" And with her moans growing even louder, her fingers started to trail onto her clit as she started rubbing herself,
"Ah!"
It seemed to be too much, however, as she quickly moved her hand away; her entire body trembling; her toes curling.
"I think… I think I'm…"
Even with Ayesha almost screaming, Rhys's pace did not change at all as he made sure to keep hitting where it mattered — something he seemed to know instinctively.
"Wait… I'm…" Ayesha's entire body curled up as she almost stopped breathing,
"...Rhys…
…Rhys!"
And with her calling Rhys's name, all the strength in her body seemingly left her — her eyes, almost closing on their own. And as she fell to her side, the feeling of Rhys leaving her body almost made her crumble as her entire body once again started shaking.
"Ha… ha," and as Ayesha faced the ceiling; her uncontrollable and heavy breaths caused her breasts to jiggle.
"!!!... S… stop!"
Rhys then started kissing her stomach. But with her entire body still completely sensitive, she once again almost curled.
Rhys did not let her, however, as he grabbed both her knees and once again spread her legs open.
"You…" Ayesha's eyes turned wide as she saw the thing between Rhys's leg still completely hard, and even throbbing. She stared at it for a few seconds, before a small smile started to crawl on her face. Her fingers, once again crawling between her thighs as she spread herself wide open again, "I…
…love you, Recruit."
***
"So…? Still leaving after a month?"
"...Yes. I'm—Kh!"
"Go fuck yourself next time."
"..."
And as soon as the two were fully clothed in Ayesha's room, the brashness of her voice once again resurrected as she slapped Rhys on his back. Rhys, however, did not tumble at all and just stepped forward before turning to Ayesha.
"Anyway, I didn't just ask you to come to my office to come inside me," Ayesha let out a long and deep sigh as she sat on her desk, quickly getting her teddy bear as she started spinning her chair, "I am here to give you your last mission."
"Hm…" Rhys could really only let out a small sigh before also taking a seat in front of Ayesha's desk, "...Not asking me to rile up new recruits anymore?"
"No," Ayesha scoffed, "I only gave you that job so that we could fuck whenever I get horny."
"Right," Rhys shook his head, still completely amused with how different Ayesha was in bed, "What kind of mission is it?"
"Well, it involves killing," Ayesha grabbed a file from her desk and slid it toward Rhys, "A lot of killing."
"Hm," Rhys nodded as he looked at the file, only for him to quickly look back at Ayesha,
"These are humans, Ayesha."
"A small guild, to be exact."
"The Faceless Crew don't kill people," Rhys shook his head as he slid the file back to Ayesha, "Give me another mission."
"Well, the Faceless Crew isn't going," Ayesha returned the file to Rhys, "Only you. This is a solo mission."
"Only… me?" Rhys once again started reviewing the file.
"Yes, Rhys," Ayesh stuck out her tongue and groaned, "That's what Solo Mission means."
"Hm…" Rhys squinted his eyes as he continued to read the file. And after a few minutes, he closed the file and tucked it between his arm as he stood up,
"...Okay. I accept the mission."
"You're not accepting anything, you bitch," Ayesha rolled her eyes as she also stood up, "That's an order, you're obligated to do it. And even if you're not, remember…
…3.2 billion."
"Hm," Rhys's metal leg flinched as he heard that.
"That's all, Recruit," Ayesha waved her hand.
"Yes, Ma'am," Rhys stood up straight and saluted Ayesha.
"And come back fast…
…we need to spend more time together before you leave."
***
"Please, kind sir… please help."
"Here."
"Do… do you have coins? My… my children need to eat."
"Here, have a bread and jerky."
"I… I don't need food."
"...Leave."
"Tch, I hope you die here!"
"..." Rhys could really only watch as a black-haired man raised his middle finger at him, walking away while cursing him nonstop.
That wasn't the first person that approached Rhys and asked him for money to buy food, only to refuse the food he was giving them — the village he was in now was filled with them.
A settlement a good distance away from their base. Unlike most settlements in the Underworld, however, this one had thick walls covering its perimeter — almost a city, really.
Rhys was not wearing his uniform, and instead wearing clothes that Explorers typically wear.
"Now…" Rhys then grabbed a phone that was provided to him by Ayesha, which had all the information he needed regarding his mission — specifically his targets,
"...They should be here."