Chapter 46 :Pleasant Morning –New Pool
New York, Manhattan, Greenwich village – Alex's POV
Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangle of bodies in the bed. I stirred awake to find Gwen and Mary Jane still asleep, their naked forms sprawled across the sheets, my cum still glistening on their skin and between their thighs. The sight was intoxicating, but I needed to clear my head.
I slipped out of bed and made my way to the shower, the water's heat soothing my muscles. I stepped under the stream, letting it wash away the remnants of the night, but my morning erection was impossible to ignore. Hard and aching, it demanded attention.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Gwen stepped in, her body silhouetted against the soft morning light filtering through the cracks. Her skin glowed faintly, still marked with the remnants of last night's rough indulgence—bruises, bite marks, and faint streaks of dried cum. She leaned against the doorway, her eyes dark with hunger as they locked onto my hard, throbbing cock.
"Morning, king," she purred, her voice low and sultry, dripping with that familiar mix of reverence and mischief. She didn't wait for a response. With a slow, deliberate step forward, she closed the distance between us, her hips swaying hypnotically. Her hands slid up my thighs, her nails grazing my skin lightly as she knelt before me, her movements fluid and intentional.
Her lips parted, and she took me into her mouth with slow,deliberate precision. The heat of her tongue was electric, sending shivers up my spine as she swirled it around the sensitive head before sinking deeper. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her hand wrapping around the base of my shaft to stroke in rhythm with her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to draw every ounce of pleasure from me.
I groaned, my hand tangling in her hair as I guided her pace. "That's it, Gwen," I growled, my voice rough with sleep and need. "Take it all. Show me how much you love your king."
Gwen moaned around my cock, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure as she obeyed. She pulled back slightly, her tongue flicking at the underside of my shaft before diving back down, taking me deeper into her throat each time. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks as she lost herself in the act of worship.
I could feel the tension building in my core, the need to release growing stronger with every movement of her lips and hands. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice thick with praise. "You're doing so well for me."
Her response was a muffled moan, her fingers tightening around my thigh as she surrendered completely to the moment. The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of her devotion, and I reveled in the absolute control she had handed over to me. It was a stark reminder of why she was my queen and why I would never let her go.
The heat of Gwen's mouth was intoxicating, her lips and tongue working my cock with an expertise that made my knees weak. I groaned as the tension in my core tightened, my hand gripping her hair as I guided her pace. "That's it," I growled, my voice thick with need. "Take it all. Show me how much you love me."
Gwen moaned around me, her throat vibrating as she took me deeper, her eyes fluttering shut in complete submission. I could feel the tidal wave of release building, and I wasn't going to hold back. With a low growl, I pushed her head down, my hips jerking as I exploded into her mouth. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum flooded her throat, and she swallowed reflexively, but I stopped her with a sharp tug on her hair.
"Don't swallow," I commanded, my voice firm. "Hold it for me."
She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with obedience, her lips still wrapped around my cock, my seed pooling in her mouth. I pulled out slowly, watching as she kept her lips sealed, my cum clinging to them as she waited for my next order.
"Now," I said, my tone softening slightly, "go share it with Mary Jane. Let her taste what she belongs to."
Gwen rose to her feet gracefully, her movements deliberate as she walked over to where Mary Jane lay asleep on the bed. She knelt beside her, her hand brushing gently against Mary Jane's cheek to wake her. Mary Jane stirred, her eyes blinking open in confusion before they focused on Gwen's face.
"Open your mouth," I said, my voice soft but commanding. Mary Jane obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting slightly. Gwen leaned in, her own lips meeting Mary Jane's in a slow, sensual kiss. She transferred my cum from her mouth to Mary Jane's, their tongues tangling as they shared it between them.
The sight was erotic beyond words—my two women, bound together by my seed, sharing it like a sacred offering. Gwen pulled back first, a small trail of saliva and cum connecting their lips for a moment before it broke. Mary Jane swallowed slowly, her eyes heavy with desire as she looked up at me.
"Thank you, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling with reverence.
New York, Queens – Alex's POV
The morning light filtering through the blinds felt sharper than usual, too bright for the amount of sleep I'd actually gotten. My body ached — pleasantly, but enough to remind me just how little rest I'd allowed myself.
I'd barely made it home before dawn, the city still half-asleep around me. Everything felt quieter after last night — the kind of quiet that followed something intense, something that still lingered in the back of my mind even as I closed the door behind me.
I dropped my jacket by the desk, kicked off my shoes, and fell onto the bed without even thinking. The sheets were cool against my skin, and within seconds, exhaustion took over.
When I finally woke again, sunlight was spilling through the curtains, soft and golden. The clock on my nightstand read 12:14 PM.
I stretched, rubbing at my eyes, and dragged myself out of bed.
The smell of food hit me as soon as I opened my door — something warm and familiar coming from the kitchen. Mom was already setting the table, and my sister's voice echoed faintly from the living room.
It felt good — grounding, even. A reminder that despite everything else — the work, the patrols, the chaos — this was still home.
I joined them for lunch, letting the conversation flow around lighter topics. My sister talked about school, Mom asked how things were at ESU. I answered just enough to keep them at ease, smiling more than I probably had in weeks.
For a while, it felt normal.
After lunch, I helped clear the table, stayed a bit longer just to enjoy the calm — then finally excused myself, saying I had work to catch up on.
Back in my room, I closed the door and leaned against it for a second. The quiet returned, familiar and heavy.
I sat down, powered it on, and let the screen flicker to life.
Time to focus again.
I leaned back in my chair, watching the screen come to life. My system interface opened in a quiet cascade of light and symbols, familiar but always a little mesmerizing.
It had been weeks since I'd last checked my available pulls. Between finishing Minecraft 1.0, wrapping up the Oracle integration, and… everything else, I hadn't exactly had time to focus on upgrades.
Still, I'd been earning points quietly — side objectives, research milestones, background optimizations — and two completed quests that had rewarded direct pulls.
I opened the [System: Gacha].
A soft pulse of light spread across the display, revealing the updated total.
[Available pool: 8.]
A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
"Not bad," I murmured. "Guess it's time to see what I've earned."
I cracked my neck lightly, fingers hovering over the confirmation icon. Each pull was a gamble — potential power, knowledge, or something entirely unexpected.
Before starting, I took a breath, steadying myself.
After the last few months, a little uncertainty didn't scare me anymore.
I stared at the interface, letting my finger hover over the confirmation icon.
[Initiating Gacha sequence.]
A quiet pulse of light spread across the screen, almost like the system itself was holding its breath. I clicked.
The display shifted, numbers spinning, then finally settling. Words appeared, clear and deliberate:
[Template Acquired: Agent 47 (Hitman)]
I leaned back, taking a moment to absorb it. Sharp instincts, perfect aim, infiltration, urban strategy… and a cold, calculating composure that seemed almost inhuman.
"Of course," I muttered, a small smirk tugging at my lips. "Perfect timing. I could definitely make use of that."
I imagined it for a second — moving through a city unnoticed, calculating every angle, every path, every potential outcome. And the idea that I could do all of this without hesitation… it sent a familiar thrill down my spine.
"This isn't just about combat," I murmured, almost to myself. "It's about being precise, efficient, and… untouchable. Okay, 47… let's see what you can really do."
I leaned forward, already thinking of the ways I could integrate these new skills into my routines, into protecting Gwen, into everything that had become my life. The rest of the draws were waiting, but for a moment, I let myself just appreciate the first one.
My eyes focused. My mind cleared. And then, with a steady breath, I pressed the button.
[Draw initiated.]