We didn't take shower together.
And right now, Charlotte is sitting on my bed in a fetal position, with arms wrapping around her knees and head buried within. Her black bob-cut hair didn't hide much of her expression as I could see she was feeling gloomy.
I didn't know she would be this sad because of my infertility...
I am sitting on a desk chair, as I browse the IntraNet on my computer that resides in the corner of my bedroom, on a proper white desk.
"W-What now?" She managed to mumble in between her sniffles.
I turn around to look at her, "My salary is enough to support the both of us. So don't worry about that." I thought about the possible endorsements that I could earn using my hunting spree, but in my mind, I decided to refrain from telling everything to Charlotte, "Though, I will be doing some part-time jobs to increase my income... So, I don't think you will have any financial problems."
"I am not talking about that!" She glared at me, "W-What about Nye?"
I tilted my head in confusion? What about him? Wouldn't he be happy to see her girlfriend getting plowed by me? I mean... many people have unique fetishes...
"It's not like you cared much about him, did you?" I raised a brow and switched my gaze back to the desktop while typing on the keyboard.
"Th-That is true... but what if he sees us? I live with him. He went earlier with his friends to a bar while I chose to make up an excuse to come here. He would search for me as soon as he comes back." Her tone turned a little somber as if she felt bad for betraying Nye, "If I don't show up by tomorrow he would even go to the police. Then what?"
Clack! Clack! Clack!
My fingertips run at rapid speed. I don't mean to brag, but I am excellent in this department. After all, how would I be able to override the restrictive functions of my nano-tech clothing and modify various things according to my preference... AND hide everything from the Police?
"Just tell him you went to your home."
Clack-Clack-Clack
"You know nothing!" Her tone turned bitter, "I don't have a home...sob... I'm an orphan."
Orphan?
I think I had parents... Nah... that's probably my imagination. Yeah, I'm also an orphan...probably. Probably.
"What about your friends?" I inquired.
"That could work for a few days, but what after that?" I heard her doubts from behind as I kept typing, while my fingers ran at an insane speed.
"Why don't you just go back and reunite with your lover?" I had already gotten my revenge... In fact, I don't need Charlotte at all.
I would love to eat and relish her supple meat thoroughly but I don't want to attract unnecessary attention.
She barked, literally barked, with a tight tone, "You did something to me! Nye can't satisfy me anymore! A-And I am not a fucking slut who'd just keep spreading her legs around!"
Right. You are my slave now. I forgot about that. I shouldn't give my slave to someone else.
"I did nothing." As far as I remember she was the one who tried to interfere unnecessarily.
My words hit the empty walls. She continued without bothering with my inner monologue, "And I can still feel the tingling inside of me, that wants your cock! What is this absurd feeling?"
Hmmm?
That shouldn't happen, right? Her desires should have been to get pounded by me once and after that her thirst to sleep with me should have toned down, or even eradicated completely.
I know this because I have tested on my clients before. Though I never kept them unattended for so long as I did with Charlotte, I know after becoming one with me, that feeling of attraction caused by my [Deviant's Grin] would usually be eliminated. Although they would remember the pleasure, they wouldn't be in a state of 'hypnosis' where they thirst for me... like Charlotte did for so many days, and is still craving for me.
My hands stopped typing as turn around to look at the beautiful woman behind me...my eyes narrowed. Is there something else at play? This is exciting.
She didn't notice my gaze as she buried her head further from embarrassment.
"Charlotte. For now, you can make up a suitable excuse. We will talk about it later." I tossed one of my cards at her, "You can buy your necessary things online..." I proceeded to tell her about the allowance I'll be transferring to another one of my bank accounts and the passcodes for the same.
I am a professional and not an insensitive asshole. No, not an asshole at all.
Hey, woman have their own needs okay? Even though she is my slave, she is still a woman and women have certain specific needs that should be fulfilled.
Now, this is bothersome... I have no idea what is happening with her as this is the first time for me as well.
Umm, whatever. I'll think about it later.
For now, I need to think about my meeting with sponsors that I have in 'Felony of Night City #13'.
'Felony of Night' as the name suggests is a group of cities that were built outside the civilized cities we live in by criminals of all sorts.
If you are wondering, the name of my city is 'Quedence'.
Many people didn't want to be tied down by the rules and regulations of the government. Thus, taking advantage of the fact that the government doesn't care what anyone does outside their cities, they created 'Felony of Night' in several underground complexes, out in the wilderness.
The total number of 'Felony of Night' cities is still unknown but it is said that each city under government control has 2-3 small 'FoN' cities around it.
Maybe it's just a rumor because the only city I have heard about near 'Quedence' is 'FoN #13'.
There is no police in 'Felony of Night', but spies will be looking for information on professionals like me. So, even though it is a 'safe' city for me, I'll have to be careful of the spies.
"Tomorrow is a holiday but I'll be outside as I have some work to do," I stood up and walked over to the bed where I saw Charlotte messaging someone, probably Nye on her phone.
I slouched on the bed, but as soon as I was about to pull the sheets up and fall into slumber, a dainty hand grabbed my arm.
I glanced at Charlotte while raising a brow, her cheeks blushing as she bit her lips frustratingly, "C-Can we do it?" There was also a tinge of anger as she felt like I did something to her because of which she couldn't stop herself from desiring me.
This is definitely weird. She shouldn't be influenced this much...
I gave a nod...
Things are piling up on my brain... My life is slowly getting filled with excitement. Playing hide and sneak with the police, mystery regarding Lixia's death, unknown influence over Charlotte, me becoming a star all of a sudden, heh~
My lips naturally curled upwards.
I want more craziness. Something to overturn my boring life and snowball it into animation full of wildness.
I wonder what happened to Lixia though? I definitely killed her.
I wonder what awaits at the bottom of this mystery...