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In Roroa's bedroom.
Phesx entered the room, and once again, Roroa stood before the lower end of her bed. He walked to her, also noticing she wore a strapless dress for no reason. Sunlight still descended into the room through the windows, brightening everything, although the orange dusk slowly gained prominence. He walked to her to stand a foot behind her.
Instead of habitually lifting her dress, as she entices and conquers him before even making a move on him, giving him her back, Roroa turned around and looked at him with a tilt of her head. Phesx nibbled his lower lip. He knew exactly what was going on in that mind of hers.
“You dressed like this. Just for me?” Phesx grabbed the fabric covering her breasts, pulling it to peek a little. Roroa grinned, staring straight at him. Lifting her hands onto his shoulders, she spoke in a delicate whisper, “You took a bit too long. I had time to bathe, wear off this thing, and dress up. Yes, for you. So?”
Roroa smiled with the last words she spoke, thrusting her torso a little forth, already cushioning her mounds into his chest. Phesx looked at half the face of this young woman of his dream, for she was always in his nights.
Grabbing her chin, Phesx was going to say something, but he felt too lazy out of nowhere and just stared at her, moving her chin left and right. Roroa let him play with her face and stared straight at him, something Phesx slowly came to understand as he felt their departing.
He caressed her waist with his left hand, as his right hand still grabbed her chin. Then, Phesx promised, cupping her face, “I will protect you, wherever, whenever I see you. Do you understand this?”
“…” Roroa nodded a few times, obedient and meek, but then shook her head. Her lips remained open all the same. She looked baffled, even when Phesx couldn’t see her face. She stuck her lower body to him, with her breasts showing their fullness from above as she stared directly at him.
“We’ll never find each other again after this.” Roroa continued staring fixedly at him. Phesx returned the stare for some seconds before grabbing her shoulders. “Why do you sound so damn confident saying that?”
“Hm,” Roroa blew through her nostrils, smiling. Phesx Caolia shook his head a little before tiling his head to the left. Letting go of her face, he declared, “You know… I have a rebellious nature. Just because of that, when I grow so much to the point influence is meaningless, I will find you.”
It was such a simple ‘threat’. One that meant nothing but for the future. Yet, Roroa’s body stiffened, halting her breathing for a moment, and her eyes seemed… terrified? They shook and shrank, focusing on him, and she almost retreated. Furthermore, Phesx could just see this emotion beneath the small sockets in her mask. “…?”
“Enough blabbering,” Roroa said, lightly tapping his chest before looking back at her bed to see where she could back down and lie for him to take her. But Phesx, burning with passion, grabbed her waist and controlled her body weight with ease.
He placed her atop the edge of her bed before slowly lying her down, backwards. Her breath was shortened, and her body became excited. Her hair stood on their end, alarming her body to get ready for the incoming sexual pleasure.
“Wait, leave it a bit,” Phesx stopped her from removing her dress. Roroa blinked with half her body naked from her feet to her navel. He moved her top a little and partially freed the ginormous bunnies before opening the ‘hatch’ to free the beast.
Phesx added, controlling himself from lunging at the beauty. “I like clothed now.”
“Puchi- pfft! Hahahaha…” Roroa looked baffled at first with her lips slightly open. But she failed to contain her laughter later on as her sensual body trembled, laughing with him. He smirked at the silly beauty, still a tremendously seductive sight. He spoke, “You’re laughing so much. You should even it with your moans next.”
“Haha- …” Roroa cracked up some more before stopping at once. She looked up at him as Phesx played with their bodies. Her little moans surpassed glory and the heavens. Then, Roroa slowly lifted her hands, hugging his neck as their bodies finally connected. A viscous, saliva-coated, warmest kiss of many was initiated by their 2 pairs of lips.
With the sun leaving the day, their outlined shadows kissed and kissed, moved and sounded.
. . .
The next day, early morning.
Everyone moved out to prepare the limousines and return to Proteros. It was no surprise that the time spent ‘in hiding’ was half as shorter if not more than in other occasions. They actually got to engage with the threat, or one of them, perhaps.
This brought information to whoever supported Phesx’s client, or from whichever organization she belonged to. For now, it seemed like that threat had been neutralized. Phesx didn’t have to do anything else, other than keep protecting his client, and wait for further instructions.
Those were the following instructions, to leave at last. Once Phesx delivered her back to the designated Proteros location, the task would be complete, and he could receive whatever rewards and condecorations for its achievement.
Most workers and guards were aboard, with the now well-trained guards patrolling the limousines with a few submachine guns. Phesx waited in one of the armored limousines, whose hidden compartment changed place since the event occurred, when Yoali brought Roroa outside. They were to finally depart.
“Come on,” Phesx opened the door and said to Roroa. She looked at him for 2 long seconds before going in. Yoali blinked at him until he rolled his eyes and went inside next. Only then did Yoali gladly enter the car.
“Oh!” She wanted to push Phesx’s thighs to Roroa again, but this time, Roroa directly sat atop his lap. Phesx was startled, not just Yoali, but Roroa wiggled her butt and got comfortable too quick to do anything. Somehow, he felt he gave this person too much power.
“This or follow us running,” Roroa looked down at him after getting all comfy. Her left arm hugged his right shoulder, while her right hand landed on his sternum. Phesx couldn’t see it, but he felt she raised her eyebrows, daring him to vie against her. She said, “I heard you’re pretty good at running. Would you like that?”
“… You’re not wearing anything underneath?” Phesx dared not misspeak at this time, until he found an aperture. Roroa’s cheeks blushed pink as she fell silent, slumping her head on the left side of his neck to hide from the truth. She wore a long shirt dress, but nothing underneath…
Thus, the trip back to Proteros began.
. . .
Roroa slept most of the time on their way back to Proteros. Since it was still dark when they left, by the time they neared the capital, sunrise had already begun, and the beauty of the sun shining and shadowing everything it reached enhanced the capital’s magnificence.
Against her wishes, Roroa was woken up by Phesx, who wanted her to see this scenery. Maybe he was bored, maybe sentimental, or just really bored. But when she did see it and complimented how beautiful it was, he felt… nice.
Not too long after, with the gray of the morning already leaving, the convoy parked in a district near the capital’s center. The trip had come to its end, and so was their relationship, for whatever it remained as worth.
Parking ‘till the last limousines in the convoy did, Yoali looked at the stupid two. Roroa was wide awake and eating Phesx’s neck. His left trapezius muscle would shudder if it was a little more delicate and flexible. His left eye constantly shivered, but Roroa knew that, and she now knew how to physically seduce hm the best.
But now wasn’t the time. Phesx tapped her lower back, yet, Roroa continued for a little longer before moving to his cheek, then his lips. Phesx opened his eyes and worded, sounding bossy, “Behave.”
He felt her eyes open and look at him as she suckled his lips. Before long, she closed them and bit on his lower lip, pulling on it a few times before simply nibbling on it like a delicacy. Phesx gave up, while Yoali rolled her eyes and decided to wait outside, where adults at least knew how to behave. Workers and guards in the limousine followed, including the driver and co-driver.
Once they were left alone, Phesx grabbed her dress from behind and pulled, forcing her into the seat after a slightly curving trajectory. Beneath her mask, a pair of eyes were shocked, but nothing hurt, so she just looked up at Phesx grumpily afterwards.
Nonetheless, Phesx had already opened a drawer under the seat and grabbed a panty and long shorts. Roroa felt stupid as he helped her further up to the seat and placed her feet together, dressing her lower body.
“Hey…” When Phesx was close to putting her panties on, she stopped him. Usually, between men and women, it was the opposite…
Phesx lifted his chin and looked at her. Roroa cocked her head to the right and begged, “One last time? Why not?”
“…” Phesx gave her a glare, alright. But his hands still moved under her long shirt dress. Roroa took advantage to hug his neck and plaster her mouth all over his while he labored her body… In a succession of high-pitched moans covered by the soundproof windows, Phesx helped her dress up her bottom body while she still recuperated.
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They sat in silence with almost 1 meter in between them after he helped her. Roroa sat closer to him when she felt a bit more clear-headed. “You’re right. It’s stupid to think sexual involvement would help in a mission, at least against your targets.”
“After all this,” Phesx nearly laughed off, but he had to finish his sentence, “You barely thought so? My, a genius!”
“Hmph,” Roroa smirked and blew from her nostrils, swaying her head to look elsewhere. Phesx’s smile disappeared after a few thoughts, looking at her. She felt his eyes and returned the stare. Her left hand moved out of instinct to hold his left cheek.
“Your eyes, why would they change so much?”
Phesx had the feeling she wanted to say something entirely else. Perhaps having to do with the words she told him before their first time together. His silence was met with silence, but he opened his half-dried, half-wet lips with a bit of difficulty, and said, “An specialized doctor said it’s in my genes. It’s the same with my hair. I’ve already cut these a few times, but they’re growing white again.”
Roroa looked at the white sprouts of hair exiting his scalp in the middle of his head. She rustled them with her right-handed fingertips before kissing his forehead. Since she was already in the position…
Phesx closed his eyes until the kiss ended, blinking them several times afterwards. Roroa sat back down again, supporting her jaw with her right hand. Phesx looked at this little thing’s picture and lowered his eyelids, feeling a bit enervated. He couldn’t tell if it was from his emotional state, or his dying body.
“How would you score my performance in this task, lady?” Phesx breathed deeply in before asking. Roroa looked at him, still supporting her head, and spoke with her mouth bouncing her head on her palm. “I’m grateful, and the payment is well-earned. I would contact your services in specific again if I could, but I might not need another such immediate safety like this for a while.”
“Will you move to another supercontinent?” Phesx Caolia asked without preoccupation. She did not deny nor confirm, avoiding moving her head, and just stated, “I will have a… different quality of people to take care of my safety. There are things to work on… I’m young still, and others much younger than me, years ago, have achieved things I would’ve wanted for myself for the future.”
“Then good luck, Roroa.” Phesx extended his right hand at her. She was startled. Phesx could swear there was an intense glimmer in her eyes, beneath that damned mask. Like never before, Roroa smiled gracefully, looking like a heavenly angel.
“It’s the first time you name me. No more princess this or that, huh?” Roroa’s voice turned soft and low, surprising Phesx. He blinked a few times, when he decided to sell himself a bit better. “I can show you something, but no telling it to any other, not even your superiors. Whoever they might be.”
“Aha?” Roroa smiled again, this time thinly. Receiving what could be best known as one of Roroa’s agreeing attitudes, he sharpened his nails, going ultra. Roroa’s face froze, although her eyes might be widened beneath her mask.
“That isn’t a bion, in- is it?” She asked, but her hands were already holding his hand. Her fingertips pinched and poked his sharpened nails with her human, ordinary ones. Phesx shook his head, remaining silent. But then, seeing her have so much fun, he smirked.
“Not only those.”
Roroa tilted her face a little, staring at his face before becoming stupefied. She tilted her head again, this time a lot and to the right, before bringing his ultra nails near her face. She bit them a little before planting her lips on them, but nothing happened to them.
“May I?” Then, like a huntress, Phesx felt her eyes on his ‘fangs’. He nodded after blinking. Roroa came closer and poked his teeth, trying to pull them a little before asking him again, looking up, and all cute. “Can I?”
“…” Phesx slowly nodded, feeling a bit insecure. Roroa immediately put her lips inside his mouth. She planted a peck on his open mouth, between lower and upper teeth, and both at the same time. Phesx lost all thoughts and concentration, feeling lost himself with slow blinks. Hell, he even felt a tongue lap at the back and front of his rows of teeth.
Phesx felt like a lion cub, brand-new into the world and learning the means of showing submission or appreciation. Roroa, on the other hand, was an evil minx smiling from ear to ear. ‘So beautiful.’
“It feels so much different from your normal teeth.” Roroa stated the impossible. Not that Phesx could notice, as he always had them near his tongue, and habitually used them to bite on things with blood. All Phesx could do, partly feeling like a child who lost his innocence to a naughty little lass, was, “Hm.”
“So, these were all inside me.” Roroa suddenly said. Phesx burst with a choked laughter, spitting a bit around the interiors. Roroa held her belly to laugh, narrowing her eyes and puffing her cheeks. The whole package. “Hahahahaha…”
Silence ensued. Phesx looked at her and Roroa at him. She extended her left hand and shook it with his right hand. “Good luck to you too, Phesx.”
“Fox.” Phesx blinked twice before correcting her. Roroa’s face suddenly became stern. She repeated, “Phesx. Phesx Caolia. But yes, good luck, Fox.”
“…” He fell silent, and also like this lady really wanted him to remember his name despite only calling him Fox for 3 months. Seeing this, Roroa smiled thinly, politely, and bid her farewell. “Get out of my limousine, Fox. You have a life to deal with. Don’t give it up so easily. It might make me feel weird. It’s better to stay alive.”
Tomp- slam. With that, Roroa opened the door on her side and exited, closing it without looking back at him again. She walked, with Phesx’s trained guards forming a formation around her and to rush at her if anything happens and give their lives, disappearing into a garage building.
Phesx felt silent on his seat. The limousine was still open, and probably not worth much, as another 3 limousines were casually called into the villa after the attempt, all armored, let alone just 1 of them.
In the end, through the thoughts and experiences since before the task to until now, Phesx decided to… leave it all behind. Forget it and go on, that’s what he’s always been doing. To live, right? Then, he has survived until today like this. Phesx decided to forget all about his life in that villa; everything that proliferated from outside his task.
Opening and closing the door with an impassive pace, Phesx quietly exited the limousine and walked towards the center. It was just morning, and the day had but started. He figured, why not, enjoy the short morning cold before arriving at what is supposed to be his new home.
… Phesx spent 3 little hours walking from the location he was dropped to the Plastics Recycler Factory. In a sense, it felt as if he was gone from civilization again and finally returning today. Shorter than in Preut, but longer than after Riverlye.
The entrance was as ordinary as always, with only personnel coming in and out. Few times in trucks or trailers. Phesx walked in and saw Mena in the reception. Feeling lucky, Phesx walked to her, but the double doors in the back opened, revealing Butler.
‘Was he waiting for me?’ Phesx doubted. Butler stepped out of the reception and leaned over the counter, holding an elegant jet-black box with a smooth surface in his hands. Phesx looked at Butler lift its lid, revealing a bundle of items.
An ultramodern phone, an insignia, some thin-looking clothes, and 2 windows. One crystal windows was high-end, with the same recording and storing features that any other of the same model would have, but the other wasn’t much so. Instead, when Phesx held it, and he willed to see what it hid, or meant, his information was revealed. Both were the length of his wrist.
Phesx’s eyes widened. He looked at Butler, who grinned and seemed to remember something. He snapped his fingers in the air before facing Mena. “Little gal, prepare the program. Now, Phesx, what alias would you like? It’s important. You might even use it for the ordinary world, you know? It’s not a new identity, but it will be in the system.”
Butler looked at him with a casual expression, “You’ll be the envy of many business owners who cannot sign up with their aliases. Completely legal. Go ahead, choose.”
“… Fox.” Fox didn’t need to think about it. He was just slightly suspicious. If Butler wanted to hide something from him, Fox didn’t think he’d be able to realize so soon. Butler only smiled, though. He looked at Phesx like a grandpa would to a grandchild whose talent was almost wasted under the parents’ pseudo ignorance. He also tapped Fox’s left shoulder, closer to the heart.
“Well, see your payment. Don’t lose your WID. You can just attach it to your skin, but keep its battery on performance, or it’ll just fall off. I must leave. Do take care of yourself, kid. And… seek other ways, if you could. It won’t take much time off your daily life. Mn, I suppose that varies between individuals. You’ll be on the list for missions around Lýmoca soon, have enough time to settle down in the meantime.”
“Yes… Butler,” Fox nodded, taking the entire box into his hands. He liked the smooth feeling it had. Butler winked at him with his left eye, “There you go. You’re meant for greatness, child.”
With that, Butler left, as quick as he came, repeatedly slapping Fox’s shoulder. Fox blinked, feeling perplexed. That is when Mena spoke to him, working her fingers off on the desktop, Fox couldn’t figure out what bit her to become so concentrated.
“It’ll take a moment, Fox. Wait while I work my little magic.”
Fox tried leaning over to see what got her so riled up, but the screen only showed between bright, white blank screens or glitching, black screens. Mena gave him a playful glare, which Fox could only give up to and wait at the side.
He looked at his personal window and saw his information. His current staying location, not house or owned estate; all quite detailed. His rank, which was, indeed, 1st Grade special agent, among other things. However, there was also a number, a very big number.
“It’s from your mission,” Mena interluded his thoughts. It also wasn’t a big mystery to guess her following words. “A mission only tasked to a firster, with a long period of time to accomplish it. They are always difficult, you know? Yours even lasted less than the agreed period by the contractor. You gained bonus.”
“It’s a lot.” Fox commented. Mena scoffed, tapping a bit too fast for a few seconds, “I reckon you won’t find any of these unless you have to make a big scene in a city. Usually, only firsts see something like this once or twice a year or 2. My last big-payment assignment was last 9th month. I got paid 3 million, and all I had to do was check some part of the Quarter Moon Ocean with another 20 firsts.”
“3 million?” Fox was a bit… quite startled. Mena sighed, relaxing a bit back on her chair, and looked up at him, “Welcome to the District, kid.”
“There you go, Fox. Alias complete, yawn.” Mena proudly smiled after tapping her yolks a few more times. Fox checked his personal window, seeing his ‘Phesx Caolia’ followed by an emboldened Fox. He smirked. Mena noticed it but didn’t say anything. To each their own.
“Hey, I want to pick my alias. Oh, hey… Fox? Thought you died in that rumor or something.” Just then, a person who was walking towards the reception, which Fox long detected, spoke to Mena. She nodded and readily asked him, not tired a bit. “Sure thing, which you want?”
“Bluestwo,” the person said. Fox turned and saw it was a young man, tall, brown, with long hair combed backwards, looking like gel but not at the same time. Quite a well-taken care of hair. He was one of the ‘fellow recruits’ in Fox’s batch.
“Sure, how do you want it spelled?” Mena asked again, still not tapping her fingers. The fella worded without a second thought, “BLS2.”
“Okay… mm… done!” Mena did a few taps, slid her wrist on the desk, and looked at Bluestwo. Fox looked at this and became stupefied. What happened before?
“Oh, you did get the Fox alias… 1.2 million credits?! What task did you have, man?!” The fella thanked Mena with a smile, which she politely returned, and looked at his personal windows while ‘focusing’ on Fox. Fox received a light, harmless shock through his body, emerging from his personal windows, and a bell’s untraceable sound that seemed to only echo in his mind.
Was he… just… scanned?
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Let It Rain's note: See what I did there? Fox to-> Fox. Ah ah ah ah eh eh.