It's Hard To Focus On An Easy Job
“Hm- mm, what?” The sleeping beauty woke up after her head was bobbed a few times. Phesx flicked her forehead one last time before helping her sit up, but she just fell immediately onto his shoulder again. He had no choice but to implore, “We've arrived. If you want to keep sleeping, Yoali can keep you company. I will check the area before allowing everyone in.”
“Mnf, okay. Yoali, baby— thighs.” Roroa pushed Phesx away, but she only ended pushing her back up against the window. Phesx looked at Yoali, who hurriedly stepped out and let Phesx leave. After stepping out himself, Phesx saw Yoali obediently let Roroa use her lap as a pillow.
“Keep the limousine closed and people surround it. Watch the skies,” Phesx said, reminding Yoali to move the guards. When she looked at him questioningly, he pointed a finger to the sky and went, “If they are just criminal scum, they should have drones, let alone organized crime.”
“Right,” Yoali whispered. “We’ll wait for your return, then.”
“I’ll be thorough.” Phesx walked to the mansion after the short exchange. He had a hand radio and a hidden microphone behind his left lobe to communicate with either the guards or the security chief. The guards looked at him, curious, while the servants seemed nervous.
The problem wasn’t the possible danger they may suffer, ‘going against’ the terrible organized crime, but Phesx. He was… that person. How could they feel at ease, even if their employers seemed fine with him aboard? But nobody cared, except the servants themselves, of course.
Phesx took the key card and keys out to unlock the mansion, letting some guards check the perimeter of the other precincts. There were some empty barns and a stable, without horses, of course. Some storage for food, and other facilities to process food. Some even had underground compartments to keep natural fertilizer well-preserved and without odors.
Walking inside, Phesx immediately marveled at the lavishness of the place in silence. It was all sparkly, mostly beige, and a few bright, strong pink, purple, and soft reddish colors here and there, becoming the only colorfulness of the mansion.
Just the main entrance was enormous enough to take up half the Ruvas’ house in space. And just it was taller than the entire Ruva mansion. The rest of this mansion spread to the sides and upstairs, after a set of stairs with the shape of a twisted ‘Y’ whose sticks were shorter.
Phesx walked around, even using his enhanced senses to ensure even the insects flapping wings or twinkling their tiny feet on the floor or walls were heard. Grand space by grand space, bathroom by bathroom, Phesx checked it all.
When he returned, finally finished, the others were still waiting. Roroa’s limousine was encircled by guards, but they were a bit loose and careless. Phesx ignored it before walking towards the door. Yoali came out, holding Roroa’s hand before helping her outside.
“The mansion is alright. I’ll check the other buildings with some other guards. Go ahead,” Phesx nodded at them. Roroa looked at him slightly, but Yoali gave her a reassuring nod before bringing her into the mansion.
With half the guards coming with him, Phesx Caolia scouted the rest of the villa before checking its perimeters, engraving the entire terrain’s specifics in his little working brain.
By the time he returned to the mansion, every servant was at full motors and cleaning the place, moving new furniture in, old furniture to the side, and earning their enormous pay. They probably did more than Phesx did with his ordinary jobs, not adding his refugee pension.
“How many of these can build without machinery?” Phesx walked to Yoali and Roroa at the mansion’s upmost floor. Yoali faced him, replying, “About 20 people. But if you want machinery, I can get 120 workers to do whatever you want. As long as it isn’t a fort.”
“No need for that, but if needed, we’ll turn the mansion into one. What time will they finish with the mansion?” Phesx questioned. Yoali nodded, “Probably just before night. There’s not much to move or place here. Roroa said she wanted horses, can we buy some?”
“Mhm, whenever you can.” Phesx said before moving to the boxes that belonged to him. Roroa seemed to want his attention, grabbing his sleeve, but Yoali stopped her and let him continue. Phesx Caolia grabbed the boxes, which held some metallic cases as thick as his torso and pretty wide, to his room.
Such room allocations were already decided before arriving. Phesx was shown a blueprint of the mansion, and he just selected his after discussing with Yoali. His room was 3 rooms away from Roroa’s. Yoali’s was right beside her, and on the other side was a maid, then Phesx.
Phesx Caolia went into his bedroom. It was larger than his ‘humble’ apartment atop a pizzeria rooftop. Having visited it before, he put some security measures first before opening the cases. Most had some antennae and screens, with controls and measuring instruments for a variety of information.
There were also some laptops, of which each had their function and only worked after reading both his handprints and heartbeat. Only Phesx Caolia had the clearance to use it.
A few minutes later, a maid brought him his luggage. Phesx picked it up and unpacked his clothes before preparing the equipment. Then, he came out in the same outfit as before. He went to the rooftop and corners of the mansion to install tiny probe devices that turned the color of the wall or object they were stuck to after rubbing them for a minute.
Phesx returned to his room to grab more and do the same to the other precincts. Then, he once again returned to his bedroom before doing the same to the villa’s perimeter. The probes of the former were different to those in the mansion, while those around the perimeter were even more different from both.
With this, Phesx felt a little more tranquil. Returning to the mansion, it was noon. At last, Phesx could start relaxing. Roroa had remained in the same living room at the top of the mansion, watching as the servants moved everything, and the guards were allocated one by one, group by group, by Yoali, the security chief.
At this moment, Phesx once again appeared. Roroa pouted in a chair in the middle of the living room, which she demanded to sit on and waste her time in. Now, she also wore a skirt beneath her jacket. But instead of ignoring them and moving along, she saw him walk towards them again.
She lifted her head, resting on her right palm, and turned to Phesx, showing serious attention.
Phesx Caolia felt like a puppy just found her new source of fun as he walked to Yoali, stopping to inform her, “Other than horses, acquire these materials. Also, begin the process to order these machines. We’ll keep them in some new storage facilities. Ask for these other materials, too.”
“Aha, uhuh, mhm, hm…” Yoali nodded, noting everything down on her tablet. When she was finished, she looked up at Phesx, who should be a terrifying evil criminal, and thanked him. “Thank you, s- Fox. Now, I recall my miss having something to say to you. Would you be kind to listen to everything she has to tell?”
Yoali gestured towards Roroa, who stood up delicately like a small animal hunting. Phesx Caolia felt strange, but he still nodded and faced Roroa. Yet, just as he did, she grabbed his hand, hugging thumbs, on top and bottom hold, and led him elsewhere.
Phesx was no small chick. He frowned slightly when he felt the eyes of the workers. They told how much they were incredulous when they saw their boss grab someone’s hand and bring them elsewhere the way only a woman would to a man when wanting to severely discuss something where nobody could see.
Not only that, Roroa was basically showing off. Instead of bringing her to that somewhere quickly, she toured the mansion like she owned the place, and Phesx. It felt weird, alright, but It didn’t seem ill intended, so he let her continue.
At last, without much suspense, Roroa brought him to her bedroom. Furthermore, Phesx Caolia didn’t know why she changed clothes, only leaving her antique jacket still on. Now, as he entered her room, still led on by her hand, and they face the lower end of her bed, Phesx comprehended.
She turned to face him, with their legs against the edge of her bed, and looked up at his impassive resting expression. With a voice best classified as solid and still like metal but proactive, she spoke, holding his neck with tender fingertips. Phesx also felt that if he wanted to be act a gentleman, she would be impossible to convince otherwise.
“This isn’t love,” the ‘love’ word was emphasized, but even with her mask, Phesx could feel her eyes staring at him with blatant intensity. “I only require some entertainment from time to time. If you do well, and I like you, we might continue doing this more often.”
“For now, it’s only pure pleasure,” said Roroa, slightly swaying her hips on his body. Phesx’s diverse iris-pupils twinkled in thought, noticed by her, but she couldn’t tell from what. She whispered still, “Focus on me. It’ll be my way to thank you. Just make me feel good, too.”
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Rustle, rustle… With that, Roroa accommodated Phesx in front of her with her back against the bed. She turned around and lifted her rear hem, showing a readied, unprotected bum while bending over the bed. Phesx’s chest moved, sinking as it felt heavier and filled with something.
Roroa crawled into the bed, slowly exposing her natural femininity to him, showing a bit of preparation amidst the lack of undergarments. Only now did Phesx like the fact she changed clothes, and it even felt a little nice. Was it for him?
Phesx could just walk away, he could just refuse, and he even felt the wastefulness of this debauchery. But somehow, he didn’t feel like walking away.
Just as Roroa heard no noise from behind, nor felt the bed sink behind her, causing her to doubt. She felt a pair of hands explore her body. She exquisitely jolted before deliciously shivering, clenching the sheets below her. It was just his touch, but Roroa felt her everything tremble.
Phesx didn’t speak. However, he didn’t coarsely take her from behind and see what else from there. No, instead, he lowered himself…
Incredulous, yet excited, Roroa arched her back, slowly lowering her head on the mattress to rest as she got used to the sensation, gradually swaying her hips left and right, back and forth… tantalizingly.
Phesx had no thoughts, only his instincts sprouting in his chest and his hands holding and playing while his body reacted naturally. Before long, as Roroa lied relaxed on her bed, tummy down and thighs sprawled, Phesx claimed something he would have never imagined.
He stopped, caressing each limb of hers and squeezing all of her body, leaving her mask on. Phesx didn’t even bother asking. At this point, PSD’s VIPs wouldn’t just be playful clients. When enough time passed, he turned her around and saw her bouncing, large, snowy golden bunnies further incite him to beastly measures.
Phesx lowered his head, wanting to devour her, but a scent drifting into his nostrils, nearly causing him to go ultra, changed his face’s direction, moving onto her face instead. Her little mouth moaned bit by bit, licking and biting her lips as a notion of relief filled her.
Roroa’s mouth was his to claim, biting and suckling at it as she whimpered and first tried to push him. Not even she realized when those attempts to push him away became holds around his neck and tenderly caressing his upper back, shoulders, and arms.
Once Phesx had enough of her mouth, with so many thick traces of saliva falling down on her philtrum, nostrils, and around her mouth, he whispered to her face, stopping for a while.
“This promise seem brand-new, ‘princess’. Nobody told me this was but a little kitten I would encounter. So, why is there blood?” Phesx’s smile was devilish. Roroa seemed baffled by it as she was unable to respond. Phesx felt movement in the lands of paradise, needing its plowing.
“Then exchange it with… uhmf… your sperm…” Roroa voiced, and no more was needed. She felt Phesx push her pelvis down with his own. Her mind turned between blank, flowers, and a beast owning her. Roroa couldn’t tell when, but her legs hugged that waist, her arms hugged that neck, and her heart beat strongly when eating his mouth without a stop.
Phesx felt what he’s been devoid of for some time. He pondered on his situation, and the matter between a VIP client ‘requesting’ this from him. In the end, he buckled his buttocks, clenching them as much as he wanted, and thought, ‘Even if she wants to get impregnated by me, tying me to her. Why would I bother? The probability is null, and I would only benefit.’
The afternoon had just started, and the mission was ongoing, but something, something entirely else, began brewing.
. . .
The next morning. Roroa’s bedroom.
Phesx lied with the sheets covering only his lower body partially, from the knees to his feet. On the other hand, some sun rays entered through the gaps of the closed curtains, lighting Roroa’s completely bare body as she hugged his shoulders and rested her head on them.
Phesx Caolia calmly opened his eyes, looking at the face whose mouth was slightly open. She was like a kitten, with her arms trying to trap him, sleeping with all the peace in the world. A minute later, his eyes instinctively moved to her eyes, covered by her rather top-notch quality mask.
A few minutes later, Phesx hasn’t moved his eyes from her, still staring directly into her mask, or face overall. All he did was change his head’s position, as if he could study her better if he just tilted it in a new angle.
Poking her nose, he hushed without an emotion in particular, “You’ve opened your eyes for a while. Your breathing might be decent, but you’re heating up.”
“Was I?” Roroa directly spoke. Phesx nodded, feeling her hands slide out from under his upper back. Sitting up, she looked at him and asked, “Why don’t you train me? In your ways. I may learn.”
“I will train you, but not in those things. You’re a civilian.” Phesx said, not stopping her. Roroa looked at him some more, with her side boob delighting his eyes, if he wanted to look, but he did not stare at them. Sighing, she stood up and grabbed her clothes from a coat hanger.
Without standing up, Phesx’s body faced the ceiling as the morning life showed stronger than ever, looking at a bum so perfect he couldn’t stop looking, he made her stop and turn back to him. “Is this all you had to say? Your security chief was clear: I have to listen to everything.”
“…” Nothing more was necessary. Roroa’s mouth closed tight as if she was sleeping like a log. Her fingers flicked her panties, and when she least expected it, her legs slowly moved back to the bed. Knowing what she had just done, she gave up further reasoning and knelt on the bed again. This time, though, she stopped and didn’t hug his head or neck, but looked at his groins…
… Later that day, in the late morning. Phesx walked into the top living room, where Yoali waited, eating bread and drinking coffee. Phesx prepared some from the kitchen, putting milk in it before bothering to drink it. He wore a suit today, but something was missing.
Some maids and butlers were around. Standing at the side, waiting to be called, or working in the kitchen or moving supplies. When Phesx relaxed, drinking something that didn’t come directly from a human being at last, Roroa walked towards them.
No genius was needed to see them both come out from the same doors, let alone direction. But Roroa held something in her hands as she walked to Phesx. He felt something and glanced at her. Furthermore, noticing the atmosphere’s sudden strangeness, Yoali looked at them.
Roroa walked with a pale red tie towards Phesx. She stopped on his right before standing behind him, pushing her body onto his back and right arm as she declared with a normal volume, not shy at all. “I know you don’t want to wear it. But try it first. Let me put it on you, I should’ve asked back in the room~.”
As an extra, she blew air into his neck, chilling his skin and making his eyes twitch, involuntarily narrowing them, too.
Roroa didn’t even smile as she tied the tie around his neck. She was an expert on the field. When she was done, she stood on his right again, slowly leaning onto him. Her breasts cushioned on his body, sending him back to the memories of all last night.
“Are you not tired yet?” Phesx asked, playing bad since she did it first. Roroa looked up at him, feeling surprised. Phesx was startled by her surprise. Maybe it was her mask, but he couldn’t read her so easily, unless he focused.
“Not yet,” she replied, at last. “We should at least repeat a lot to see if you do tire me out.”
“…” Phesx looked at Yoali, silently asking for help. Yoali shrugged her shoulders and finished her coffee. This was his problem. Why should he bother her?
At last, Roroa smiled before walking to a sofa, whereas a maid brought another box filled with more bakery. This time, it smelled of chocolate, grabbing Phesx’s attention. Roroa noticed. She turned her head and grinned, “Want some?”
It was bound to be a bloody encounter between those two, from now on until who knew when.
. . .
Time passed. 2 weeks went by with the villa welcoming new changes and supplies to build.
The stables received new horses, directly handled by some butlers after Phesx showed them the way. It was all for the client’s sake. It was her who wanted this, so he had to comply. Additionally, Roroa began riding early in the mornings once Phesx taught her the basics. She learned fast, and she wasn’t a timid girl, much less a young woman lacking in confidence.
Only a few days have been spent as such, but it already seemed like a routine that has gone on and on forever.
Additionally, the villa had a few more facilities, storage for the machinery that gradually arrived. So far, only a couple of pieces were successfully sent. Regardless, other supplies had long arrived and been worked on. The workers made cement for days and created the many foundations with wooden infrastructure planned for the nearby future.
Phesx didn’t have to work everything out, as the workers were selected and brought with such specifics that he could even begin building a village before turning it into a town. All illegal, of course.
The guards and workers slept in the lower wings of the mansion. But soon, they will have a much cozier place with their own heating features, such as a safe hearth where they could do whatever they wanted with their daily, nightly lives.
Nevertheless, something that was too common and also uncared-for, to Phesx’s gladness and mayhem at the same time, his relationship with Roroa was made well-known. They could spend hours in the morning or a random afternoon, sometimes making it obvious what would happen after they disappeared from the workers’ eyes.
However, during the night, the poor maids sleeping nearby had to implore the security chief to obtain some light noise cancellation headphones so they could still be attentive in case something happened. The ‘sounds’ from the princess’s room would still be loud, but not as much as before.
In fact, they could even be considered soothing amidst the white noise.
Phesx had nothing to feel guilty about. He was all alone. Nothing remained except what he failed to do before, and longed for. If the first time was a call for nature, of something he just learned how to do and liked showing it since a fairly young age, then later on it became his routine.
It might sound strange for the foreign ear, but to Phesx, after just 1 week of bedding his boss, something also worth noticing in his track record, he felt like someone was waiting for him every night. He could just ignore her and not visit her one night, and she might still wait in the next.
However, without missing once, Phesx went to Roroa’s bedroom at night, regardless of what they did during the day, and how much. Not only that, he felt she was… like his wife. Simply waiting every night for her husband to come from work and lighten his stressful days.
It became so surreal yet fitting that he didn’t bother taking away such notions from his illusioned mind. After all, if it was just him, it would’ve been easy to let go of. But instead, it became increasingly natural and harmonious.
Likewise, to a fault, Roroa never had a ‘headache’ or felt tired. And when the blood days came, Phesx just had to teach her something else. Something that made her skip an early morning riding in the woods with her top-notch guard, Fox, also known as the culprit.
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