Chapter 81: Ch81: Unexpected Treatment

*Click~*

"Wow... that was fucking awesome... I’ve never felt more refreshed in my life," she murmured, her voice still husky, face wearing a dazed, almost drunken expression.

Naomi’s right hand gripped Nyle’s tightly as they stepped out of the theatre into the cool evening air, her legs trembled slightly with every step — thighs sticky, pussy and ass still leaking slow trails of his loads down — beneath her jeans.

Her gaze kept flicking toward Nyle’s broad back and the way his shoulders moved, like she couldn’t stop staring at the man who had just rearranged her guts.

"Let’s have a soft drink, Master," she added, tone soft and needy.

"Actually, I’m getting late. I’ve got to go somewhere," Nyle replied, tone even but firm as he met her eyes.

"What...? no...! Don’t leave me like this... don’t you see I can’t walk properly... drop me to my house then," Naomi whined, her voice turning soft and warm, almost pleading.

She squeezed his hand harder, pressing her still-sensitive body closer so he could feel the leftover heat radiating off her.

Nyle turned his gaze away and stepped fully out of the theatre. The sun had almost dipped below the horizon; street lights flickered on one by one, casting long orange light across the pavement.

"Taxi," Nyle called, raising a hand to flag one down.

But Naomi grabbed his wrist and yanked it down hard.

"I don’t want a taxi... I want you," she said, eyes locked on his.

Stubborn Naomi refused to let go, pouting and pressing until Nyle finally had to accept.

He ended up swinging a leg over Queena’s scooty — the same one that had been parked nearby — because the route to Naomi’s house ran the exact same way as Delicacy Donut.

"You understand it’s not a good idea for two people to ride with only one helmet," Nyle said as he twisted the throttle, engine humming between their legs.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying..." she replied sweetly, wrapping both arms around him from behind.

Her full tits mashed against his back. Her right palm slid shamelessly down and rested low on his abdomen, fingers splayed just above his cock like she was already thinking about another round, while resting her cheek against his shoulder blade.

Luckily no cops were around to stop them.

Everything was going smooth — wind in their faces, her soft body glued to his, the scooty purring — until Nyle rolled past Delicacy Donut.

He met Queena’s gaze dead-on.

Queena’s jaw went slack, eyes wide.

’Shit!’ Nyle muttered under his breath.

...

*Click~*

An awkward, heavy silence settled like fog.

Queena stood at the main door of the shop alone, arms crossed tightly beneath her chest, expression unreadable and cold.

The streetlights cast sharp shadows across her face, giving her a ruthless, gangster-like look.

"Just give me my scooty," Queena demanded, extending one hand, palm-up.

Nyle handed it over without a word, keys still warm from his grip.

Without saying anything more she pulled on her pink helmet, swung a leg over the seat, kicked the stand up, and sped off into the evening — leaving Nyle standing alone at the shop’s main gate.

*Sigh~*

...

inside the crowded bus Nyle stood packed shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers, one hand hooked tight on the overhead strap while the other scrolled his phone with lazy thumb flicks.

He had just registered on the ’rentme’ site and listed his own ass for fun — and priced himself so high it looked like a joke (10,000 Xollars), smirk curling as he hit publish — before flipping straight over to sinstagram hunting any scrap of Holivia (Damion’s mother).

Dozens of accounts wore the same name. Fake smiling faces, locked grids, dead bios — making it harder to find the real one.

Is she even on sinstagram?.

Nyle tapped profile to profile fast, eyes narrowed, jaw tight.

The electric bus hissed and lurched to a stop. He stepped off, turned toward the path leading to his apartment, and approached a crosswalk.

Right then his gaze snagged on one bare account — single blurry profile pic, zero posts, zero followers, nothing else.

Nyle raised an eyebrow. "Is that her?"

He snapped a quick screenshot and started across the crosswalk.

*WHAM!*

Suddenly, a car speeding down the wrong side of the road smashed into him.

For one stretched split-second, all he felt was weightlessness — streetlights streaking overhead, his lungs emptied of air — before the world rushed up and slammed him face-first into the asphalt.

*THUD!*

...

*blink. blink. blink.*

Slowly Nyle dragged his eyes open to a smear of white ceiling tiles and the sharp chemical smell of antiseptic burning his nose.

Every breath came ragged and shallow, both arms wrapped tight in clean white bandage, another thick bandage circled his forehead like a cheap crown.

’what the fuck happened to me...?’

’Host, my data says you got struck by a car.’ •_•

’What...? Oh yea... I remember now. how long was I unconscious, Marvis?’ Nyle asked.

’It’s going to be day thirteen, host,’ •_•

’Seriously?!’ Nyle’s eyes widened slightly, the movement tugging at the bandage.

*Creak...*

Just then a woman with huge, heavy breasts that strained so hard the dress buttons looked ready to pop strutted in — body cut like a diamond under the tight white nurse dress, red cap perched neat on her head, clipboard hugged to her side.

She gave a soft smile seeing Nyle’s blinking eyes, voice warm and practiced.

"Patient Nyle frost. Can you hear me?"

Nyle blinked twice more, slow, staring straight at the deep cleavage shoved toward him.

’Marvis, my body feels weird for some reason. Can you tell me what’s happening?’

’Absolutely host,’ •_• ’ I’ll tell you everything stored in my database. After you went unconscious your body underwent surgery. Then, as you’ve failed the system tasks, you were rewarded with 1 hour of full testicular torsion as punishment.

After that, the System tasks froze as the host’s condition went critical.

Fast forward a week later while you were still under, the woman standing beside you locked the door, opened your pants, and swallowed every drop of your cum while you were unconscious.’

’S-swallowed what?!’ Nyle’s eyebrow narrowed sharp as his gaze drifted straight onto the woman standing beside the bed.