In a blink of an eye, nearly two cycles elapsed, and the Doubles Tournament date drew nigh.
While Mùndò just began his last ablutions before his sleeping shift, the bathroom’s door swung open, revealing his adorable Freeta.
At first glance, she was largely the same, but her frame had once again grown slightly taller, bulkier —and sexier—than before.
But her early arrival raised his eyebrows.
She usually shows up a few minutes before the end of his break to sleep, so why would she show up a minute after he sent off his next-to-last customer?
His inquiry was answered with a leery grin and an erect dick. “What?” he exclaimed, but her hands already reached his shapely waist in an excessively familiar action.
His brows furrowed as he tried to shake her off, he said, “Free-love, I’ve got another client soon, you know that! What’s goin on?”
But his Alt, unbothered by the flailing’s of a weak mortal, replied, “What’s going on is that I’m gonna do a well-deserved quickie ‘cause I won’t have the opportunity later today. Don’t you worry, with my newfound strength, it’ll be done in a jiffy!”
But before he replied, she already rammed herself inside him, pounding his flesh without abandon.
She released him nearly twenty minutes later, tumbling down the sink with a thick line of seed sluicing out of his third twat.
Breathless, his eyes nearly reaching the back of his head, his body twitched uncontrollably when he heard her say, “Aaahhh, that felt good, babe! But now, I gotta go back to train, so I can sync my skills with my current strength, Okay?”
Then he heard her patter drifting away from him when she continued, “So I’m gonna come back right around the time you sent out your last client to get some shut-eye, so wake me up right before mealtime, ’kay? See ya!”
Mùndò inwardly shook her head.
And he told her that she didn’t have to take this therapy this close to the competition for these very reasons!
This girl-
His body shuddered, then he came, staining the sink in his translucent sexual wastes!
Freeetaaaa!
He only had a few minutes left before that insatiable Reci shows up for her good time, and looked how she left him!
Who knows, this Reci might even be turned on by the sight—and smell—, but what could he do?
He’ll do whatever he can to look presentable, and negotiate according to her reaction.
And she might be troublesome about it as well, knowing he’ll gift her some leverage on a silver plate over his ass!
He sighed.
Sometimes, he wondered, how could he thrive peacefully with these women in his life?
*
Hours went by when the duo found themselves in a luxurious emerald hovercab whose passenger seats were as plushy as they were snuggly.
Freeta giggled as she rested her hand on her satisfied stomach, gazing at the surroundings flickering in and out of her sight. “Woah! Seeing the world like that from the car is awesome! Everyone else is so slow, hee-hee-hee!” she said with innocent, but beaming eyes.
Mùndò smiled.
Even though it was his first time as well, the sight gave him a somewhat jaded feeling, even though he marveled at the sights the city still had to offer.
The Fsalan Opera oblong white building, known for its breathtaking pure ruby spires passed them by, while the immaculate wooden bridges connecting the otherwise separated marron hued arc-shaped Kehldemme Museum astounded the pair.
This mix of old with the new surprised them.
Indeed, their horizons were broadened…
And after ten minutes elapsed, the destination came on sight.
A pitch-black circular building rose above the entire neighborhood, its walls dotted with emerald crystals shaping naked Roland with Alturixes dueling each other.
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The young black man had to admit, the Doubles Tournament premises were -at least outwardly—, designed with style.
He liked that.
When they arrived near the imposing glassy entrance, a line of people stretching beyond his leftward horizon was standing by to watch the upcoming matches.
Fortunately, for him, he was a contestant, not a spectator.
Their vehicle drove past the line, and they alighted on a slightly remote corner where a much smaller entrance stood by.
Contestants entered through the aureate glassy gates, unheeding of the person standing right next to it with her four Alturixes.
Mùndò grinned.
Halci did politely wait outside so they could register together.
He thought they would convene in the lobby, but apparently not.
How considerate of her!
Seeing the person she was expecting, she sneered. “Yo, I’m surprised. Why isn’t Miss Freeta carrying your ass on her dick like last time?” she said, eliciting a few chuckles from her Trainees.
Freeta laughed. “Orrgh, I wanted to, but he quickly fled from the car before I could grab his bouncy ass!” she said with a good slap on that behind getting bouncier night after night.
Mùndò shook his head at their antics and said, “How are doing, partner? I haven’t seen you guys in ninety-nine days, so I hope that everyone is ready to kick some serious ass!”
Everyone cheered, before he quickly checked out Halci Alts.
They grew quite a bit stronger these past two months, especially the water and the fire alt.
Now that he thought about it, it’s been a while since he checked Freeta’s stats.
He gave her a sidelong glance.
How strong has she grown since he met her for the first time one-hundred and twenty-seven days ago?
(Level (i): 69) ~General Information~ (Next Level (i): 21%)
[Species (i): Tavor] TÈMÈNÈ (i): {Level 11 -^100%^} [Type: Fire (i)]
[Sex (i): Female] WÙSÙ (i): {Level 11 -^100%^} [Rank (i):1st Grade Alturix]
[Given Name: Freeta] ÉWOLÈ (i): {Level 11 -^100%^} [Height: 9.2 ft]
ÉLÈKU (i): {Level 11} [Weight: 311 lbs ]
[Birthplace: Feremme Mountains] [Age: 4 (Born: 67th day of the year 6395 CE )]
~Status (i)~
Normal (Awake)
~ Ngùdis Bwindèa (i)~
1° |Energy Detection (i)| ** Permanently Active **
2 °|Enhanced Tèmènè (i)| ** Permanently Active **
3 °|Enhanced Wùsù Control (i)| ** Permanently Active **
4 °|Enhanced Éwolè (i)| ** Permanently Active **
5 °|Enhanced Élèkù (i)| ** Permanently Active **
6 °|Night Vision (i)| ** Permanently Active **
~ Inherited Ngùdis (i)~
1 °|Claw Mastery (i) (Level 52/Next level: 1%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Inactive **
| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% of Total Éwolè every second|
Activated: 1501 Times
2 °|Shadow Fire Mastery 1st Grade (i) (Level 61/Next level: 97%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
** Inactive **
| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% of Total Wùsù every second|
Activated: 1799 Times
Holy crap!
She grew to that extent?
Plus fifteen levels in Claw Mastery!
Fifteen!
In about two cycles and half!
And plus nine —nearly ten—levels in her Shadow Fire Mastery, which is even harder to increase due to its higher-level base!
This was insane!
Insane!
He was so dumbfounded by these results he stayed rooted on the spot while the others slowly shuffled away.
At this instant, he truly realized like him, how hard she worked to be useful to him.
How cognizant she was of his duty.
How much she wanted to contribute to the expenses their luxurious lifestyle demanded.
His windshield grew moist against his will.
How fortunate was—
“Hey, baby, what’s goin on?” Freeta’s voice pealed across his ears, waking him from his open-eyed reverie.
He awkwardly grinned while regaining his bearings. “No, nothing, love…” he trailed, before he dashed to hug her tightly.
Startled, she confusedly hugged him back, saying, “Well, well, what did I do to earn that warm hug of yours?”
His eyes met hers, before his lips curved into a heartwarming smile. “Everything, baby, because you did everything to make me happy,” he said, before his hand reached the back of her head to mash her lips against his.
Her delighted moan roused her little sister who began to poke the top of his midriff.
When their lips separated, leaving a thin string of saliva in between, Freeta asked him what’s gotten into him.
Amidst rubbing her rock-hard member against him, obviously.
Mùndò opened his mouth to reply—
“Hey, little lovers, get a room later on, but now, let’s register before it’s too late!” Halci interrupted under her Alts mocking gazes.
Mùndò sighed, but complied, resuming his pace as they entered the lobby…