The next day after class, Hanna dragged Kyle back to the shopping center, only this time she took him to a nice clothing store where, after a good hour of trying things on, they both found something appropriate for clubbing.

Kyle wore a black button-down shirt and matching slacks. Hanna put on a little black spaghetti strap dress that hugged her curves and matching flats (because she refused to destroy her feet for fashion). She also put on heavy makeup that made her look like a clubbing girl rather than the more natural look she preferred. This was a bit odd for her since she was basically putting makeup on her anime face.

They had Kyle’s device track Brandon to the club he visited that night.

Unfortunately, since they couldn’t take their backpacks into the club, they would have to rely on themselves to find Brandon and drug him using Kyle’s immobilization secretion.

They waited in line together, nervous that they’d be let in too late, but eventually, the guard at the door let them in. People crowded around them. Kyle grabbed her hand, and she squeezed back. Holding hands was a good way to not get lost, and it gave her an excuse to hold his hand.

Eventually, they made their way to the dance floor. That was when they noticed Brandon was at the bar, getting a group of girls some drinks. In this XXX country, as soon as someone hit [Definitely the age of consent] years old they could also drink.

Even though that was the case, Hanna hadn’t had a sip of her favorite vodka since she transmigrated. This was the perfect opportunity to test her body’s tolerance while also moving forward with her plan!

Hanna dragged Kyle towards the bar. Then she realized she had no idea how to go about drugging someone’s drink, and was in fact, weirded out that she’d even thought of the idea.

Sighing, she dropped the plan.

Kyle leaned in. “I think we should wait until he goes to the restroom then we can try something.”

Then she had a brilliant solution. She leaned in and whispered, “I’m going to go get us drinks.”

She left Kyle to go wait at the bar. Actually, he may have attempted to go with her, but the crowd separated them very quickly.

Soon she was in front of a bartender who happily made her a couple of Moscow mules. Well, it wasn’t like she was the one driving. And she hadn’t had a single sip of vodka since she’d transmigrated.

She paid the woman, then made her way to Kyle and handed him one drink. He gave her a look. She reached up and pulled his head down to her height. “Put your immobilization secretion in your drink, then spill it on Brandon!”

She was so proud of this plan. It really wasn’t half bad!

Kyle nodded. She saw him discreetly lower the drink down to his waistline and a bit under where a fold in his shirt bulged out.

She smiled and brought her glass up to her lips. Kyle put his hand over her mouth and when she glared at him, he grinned.

He leaned in, and as he whispered his breath tickled her ear. “You need to be sober for this.”

“One drink isn’t going to get me drunk.” She smirked.

“Hanna. Your body doesn’t handle liquor that well.”

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Was that true? She accessed the original’s memories and discovered that the girl, while dumb, hadn’t drunk alcohol much, and the few times she drank it, she fell flat on her face after half a glass.

She frowned. “Well, one sip won’t get me drunk.”

Kyle gave her a look.

Fine, she wouldn’t drink any. She handed her ridiculously expensive drink to Kyle. “You may as well do this one too.”

He chuckled and did so.

A scantly clad woman wobbled toward up then she suddenly wrapped her arms around one of Kyle’s. He stiffened, and so did Hanna.

“Hey there, sexy. Is that drink for me?” She then wrapped her free hand around the copper mug.

“You have the wrong person,” Kyle said and tried to shrug her off. The creep wouldn’t budge and he had both of his hands full. That meant that it was up to Hanna to deal with this bitch.

She grabbed the woman’s hand that was trying to steal the excretion-laced drink.

The woman looked up, likely because she felt Hanna’s resistance. They both pulled the drink. Kyle used his superior strength to lift the cup up. Unfortunately, the drunk woman wasn’t giving up and pulled.

Hanna wasn’t giving up either. The thought of this bitch getting infected by her brother’s aphrodisiac horrified her. The woman suddenly let go. Hanna didn’t have time to course-correct. Kyle’s strength only made everything worse. The drink spilled all over Hanna and droplets sprayed on the people around her.

Then, as if the universe were conspiring against her, a line of people practically ran past her. Several of them brushed against her wet outfit and gave her the side-eye.

She looked at Kyle, horrified.

“That’s what you get, fucking bitch!” The woman spat. “Take my drink?! Fuck you!”

What the hell?! Why?! Was Hentai world just plot-hammering every situation into a damn orgy or something?!

“It’s okay, Hanna. There really wasn’t a lot in there.”

Once again, heat from the aphrodisiac gathered at her center. It wasn’t as bad as last time. And this time, it was her fault because she’d suggested they use it. Where was a wall she could bang her head against when she needed one?

“Should we head to the bathroom?”

She glanced at the line to the restrooms that stretched across half the club wall. Worst of all, it wasn’t even moving.

Then the pain suddenly started. She grabbed onto him. “I don’t think there’s time to wait in line, plus.” The other people around them were also getting hazy-eyed. They obviously weren’t as bad as her. Still, she suspected that this was about to turn from a nightclub into a sex party.

Fucking Hentai world!

That was when she noticed Brandon leave the club. Tonight was just a complete fucking waste!

While dripping wet (because of the alcoholic drink that was poured on her) she glanced at Kyle. He also seemed to be at a loss.

And she had a whole other aphrodisiac laced mule to get rid of. A temptation urged her to drink it herself. But, if what Kyle said about her passing out was anything to go by, she would rather find a safe place to toss it. Fortunately, the club had places to dispose of drink glasses nearby. Kyle deftly deposited it at one of those then glanced at her, worry clear on his face.

He pressed his lips to her ear causing her to shiver. “Are you going to be okay? Do you need to antidote here?”

She. glanced around her. The music boomed around them, making it impossible for those in the club to not feel like dancing. There were even one or two suspicious people grinding on each other, faces contorted in ecstasy.

The two could go on to the dance floor and fuck. Take care of her problem really fast.

But… to be honest, fucking in a dark, dirty nightclub like this, while drenched in a sticky alcoholic beverage, was not appealing. Plus, the pain from the aphrodisiac wasn’t nearly as bad. Probably because it had been diluted with alcohol.

She pouted up at her alien brother. “I want to go home.”

He nodded. With a determined look, he quickly found the door. Then he escorted her towards it. Oddly, the crowd parted before him as if they could sense that he was a predator who could tear them apart if they got in his way.

Quickly, they made it to the car where he took off his overshirt, leaving him in only a thin black shirt. He sweetly handed it to her and said, “You’re probably uncomfortable, so change into this.”

That was incredibly thoughtful of him. She nodded and stepped into the front seat.

Kyle waited patiently right outside her door. Her heart melted a bit at how sweet he was being.

She quickly threw off her shoes and pulled her dress up over her head. She hesitated at her panties and bra, but then decided to take them off after all. Her bra had been soaked through, and—if she didn’t remove them—her underwear would be as well.

As soon as she was completely naked, she put on Kyle’s shirt then tapped on the glass. He looked back and she waved.

His shoulders dropped with relief.