"So big!!!"
I heard her exclaim as she pulled my trousers down.
Scrambling followed as voices drifted in from the parlor.
"What happened, guys?" a youth asked.
As teenagers having a party, it was expected that we'd do something like this, and the words she said made a few ladies subconsciously let their thoughts run wild.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Loud knocks echoed from the door as they tried to uncover what was going on inside, but the only sounds that answered were muffled moans, gasps, and groans.
I didn't care much about the others. My reason for coming here was to have fun, and what better way to have fun than to release my pent-up desires?
I continued thrusting forward to meet Susan's movements.
Our breathing grew heavy, and since we showed no signs of opening the door, the others eventually retreated.
Loud music boomed through the building, trying to dissolve the awkward atmosphere and lighten the mood.
Thankfully, it worked. After some time, laughter and cheerful discussions filled the place again.
Roughly an hour later, I walked out of the room with a light smile. My friends gave me weird glances and shifted their gazes to the room where Susan lay collapsed.
She slept with a pleasant smile on her face, like she was dreaming of something good.
"Hey, guys… what's up?" I smirked as some of the ladies' gazes lingered on my trousers a bit too long.
I sat down, grabbed a liquor bottle, and took a drink to soothe my throat.
The burning sensation streamed down my throat, and although it felt hot, it somehow cooled my nerves.
"Done having fun?" Jacob asked, raising a brow.
I shrugged and was about to reply when Mark glared at me. "We came for a reunion, and what? You guys are screwing like rabbits? Can't you keep it in until the end of the night?"
I spared him a glance, shrugged, and took another sip.
Seeing my lack of reaction, Mark was about to explode, but the others intervened.
Today was supposed to be a gathering between schoolmates after ten years apart.
Since Susan and I were the first to arrive, one thing led to another, and we ended up in each other's arms.
I couldn't deny she was a good fuck. I glanced in her direction briefly.
The others arrived a few minutes later, after we had already started, and since things had gone that far, I couldn't exactly stop.
That led to the present situation.
The tension between Mark and I dragged through the night, but our friends kept it from blowing up.
We played games, tried karaoke, and did plenty of fun things.
Life had been harsh on most of us, so getting the chance to cool off felt nice.
I couldn't tell how much I drank. I just knew we played truth or dare, and I wasn't willing to reveal certain truths.
Like how I had been fired a few times. How I had nothing to show after ten years, unlike the others. How no lady wanted to be with me because I wasn't financially stable.
So I kept drinking until my thoughts went hazy.
After a long night, we wrapped up, and I decided to head home.
I could barely see straight, but I felt I could walk. My house wasn't far.
The streets weren't crowded, and as I walked, I looked around.
I let out a breath, staggering forward like a madman.
Rummaging through my clothes, I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. Warmth spread through my chest.
The hangover was going to be deadly. With how much I drank, I already knew.
Still, I appreciated it. At least the drinks made me forget about life for a while.
I walked with no real direction.
The streets slowly became foggy.
I didn't know whether it was my vision or something else, but the fog thickened fast.
I squinted ahead.
"Am I walking in the wrong direction?" I muttered.
My vision spun wildly, and I couldn't make out the road anymore. Human silhouettes blurred together, forming shapes that felt inhuman.
I squinted again.
A pair of blinding lights cut through the fog and blinded me.
"Argh." I shut my eyes.
Then…
A loud horn blasted in my ears and before I realized what was happening, something collided with me.
"What?" I muttered, eyes widening in shock.
Through the fog, I saw it.
A creature.
No.
A monstrosity.
Massive jagged wings like a dragon's and giant blue eyes that radiated a dreadful aura.
It stared at me with something like curiosity.
Maybe I imagined it. Maybe I was dying.
The fog faded, but it was too late.
I was on the last dregs of my pitiful life.
At least I got to fuck a few times. What was my body count? Ten? Hahaha…
I was grateful I wouldn't die a virgin. Thanks to my looks and my "weapon," I had flirted with a few girls and experienced that blissful feeling.
There's nothing like it.
As my life flashed before my eyes, I heard something beside me.
"Huh?"
I glanced around.
"Young master! Thank God you're alright!"
"Huh? What?" I muttered, clutching my head.
"What's going on?" I turned toward the voice and froze.
A woman in her late thirties stood there, with deep red hair and warm, determined eyes.
That wasn't what shocked me.
Her chest strained against a dark blue maid dress, cleavage spilling out, the skirt barely reaching her thighs. Fair, smooth legs. Elegant lace. She was more beautiful than most top beauties on Earth.
"Young master," she called again, worry in her tone.
I dragged my gaze from her figure and looked into her eyes.
She smiled in relief.
Just as I was about to ask where I was…
A loud sound rang inside my head.
[Ding! Binding system acquired…]