It took me over an hour to complete my rows. "Great! You, the first one I picked, come next to me! You guys in front, move to the group next to you, and the last one moves up to even things out! Afterwards, the folks on the second row from the farthest group to the right except the team leader exchanges places with the ones from the farthest group on the left! Then the third row with the second farthest on the left, and so on…"
They did as told, and the N-gòmè woman came towards me.
Wait, I remember her as well!
She's the Crimson Dirk Ìsòn!
Tall, her lacerated body reflected the cruelty that life inflicted on anybody, her silhouette smithed with the tenderness of insanity. Her black hair styled in a bun emphasized the gauntness of her face.
Her patter clinked with laser blades under an auburn belt. Her co*k compensated its lack of length by a stronger girth, a fresh scent of sweat pocked its red pimples from gland to stem. But her red flip-flops and her small breasts plied before her haunting vermillion eyes.
Let's see her stats…
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(Level (i): 9) ~General Information~ (Next Level (i): 23%)
[First Name: 'Dibòlo', Ìsòn]TÈMÈNÈ (i): {Level 8 -^100%^} [Species (i): Mwèn]
[Middle Name(s): None] WÙSÙ (i): {Level 16 - ^100%^} [Ethnicity (i): N-gòmè]
[Surname: Hôchô] ÉWOLÈ (i): {Level 8 - ^100%^} [Type: Mot'à bilà (i)]
[Sex (i): Female] ÉLÈKU (i): {Level 8} [Rank (i): Legendary Hero Individual]
[Height: 9.12 ft] [Verticality (i): Informal]
[Weight: 284.5 lbs + 6.9 lbs] [Age: 36 (Born: 3 Élònga 462 AWS Dibònò]
[Blood Type (i): AB-] [Birthplace: Tobònia Health Center, Mdùmè]
[Title (i): Crimson Dirk]
~Status (i)~ Normal (Awake)
~ Ngùdis (i)~
1 °|Hand-to-Hand Combat Mastery (i) (Level 70/Next level: 31%)|[Kàmba Ngùdi (i)] ** Inactive **
Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% of Total Éwolè every second| Activated: 59068 Times
2 °|Bladed Weapons Mastery (i) (Level 87/Next level: 15%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)] ** Inactive **
Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% of Total Éwolè every second| Activated: 74087 Times
3 °|Fire Mastery (i) (Level 7/Next level: 46%)| [Wùnja Ngùdi (i)] ** Inactive **
Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% of Total Wùsù every second| Activated: 62 Times
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The Crimson Dirk as a title?
Her belt said everything … 36 years old, a legendary hero like us … unsurprising at her level, and although her ngùdis aren't Àngà's, they're not too shabby… I guess she recently learned a fire ngùdi to further the damage given by her knives, huh … let's cancel the throne, now…
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~ General Information (i)~
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~ Inherited Ngùdis (i)~
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6 °|Water Mastery (i) (Level 64/Next level: 39%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)] ** Inactive ** —> ** Active **
Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0% —> 0.0090% of Total Wùsù every second|
Activated: 6 —> 7 Times
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As I regained the ground, the throne dissolved itself.
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~ General Information (i)~
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6°|Water Mastery (i) (Level 64/Next level: 39%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)] ** Active ** —> ** Inactive **
Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0.0090% —> 0% of Total Wùsù every second| Activated: 7 Times
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"The one and only CD! How you're doin', girl?" Said Àngà, rushing to embrace her friend, her face filled with glee.
"Fine. I must admit that it's a relief to see you alive, Ag, but I gotta see the Overlady. We'll catch up later."
Coming back together, Àngà rejoined my side, leaving her friend before me. The calid scent of sweat tinted with iron made her body warmer than the setting sun.
"My Overlady, how may I help you?" she said in a deep, but stern voice.
I like her commandeering voice, but first, I had to know something. "I'll tell you that in a moment, but … red eyes?"
"... A cosmetic touch, My Overlady," she replied, looking askance.
I shrugged. "OK. Now, out of curiosity, given your age and level, you rivaled—actually superseded—Bimbè, so why serving under her? Your eyes and your confident demeanor didn't match the following orders type of gal…" I asked.
A shadow of a smile emerged under her saturnine eyes. "Because I couldn't defeat her in battle … and…"
She trailed off, looking away. "And? Tell the truth to Your Overlady. Be direct, blunt, and honest, that's what I prefer…"
"I … had a crush on her. "
Now I'm curious. "Had?"
"The remnants of my love for her were cut away when she decided to murder Ag—no, Mwanèdi Àngà. Since she was our leader, I couldn't contest her order the way her sister could, and deep down, I felt ashamed of my inability to do anything about it, My Overlady."
I nodded. "Then why didn't you leave the gang yesterday? Why come here?"
"Because I heard your exploits and wanted to see the person who brought Ag—Mwanèdi Àngà home. When you showcased your … true self, I understood immediately why Bimbè was defeated. I knew whom to follow, and being under Mwanèdi Àngà leadership is the best thing that could happen for our gang," she said.
Her co*k showcased its true self as well. "Ho? What makes you so hard, now?" I said, eyeing her loins.
"You, My Overlady. When you displayed your might, you awakened desires I'd left behind. I understood that you would give the new lease on life my heart desired. You demanded blunt honesty, so here it is: I wanna seed your rump so badly, it's killing me!" she said with a glimpse of fire under her narrowed eyes.
What the fu*k? It's the first time a girl wants to fu*k me, but I don't swing the other way, though…
In my surprise, Àngà grabbed my waist from behind, her long di*k toying with the dark split of my a*s. "What?" I sai- no, exclaimed.
"Whoa!" said Dibìé, surprised as well.
"Surprised, My Overlady? You knew about me, and since the CD wants your a*s, I gotta have it first, since I outrank her!"
I tried to gently free myself from her, but she tightened her grip on my chest. "When did—" and I remembered what she said yesterday in the car. "But I'm not mwènosexual! Get the fu*k out of me!" I said, flushing with annoyance.
She kissed my cheek, then blew on my ear.
Something is happening down there…
Oh sh*t!
This slut's giving me a boner!
What the fu*k is goin' on here?
"Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!" laughed Dibìé with a hand on his mouth.
The crimson dirk bloomed with joyful intent, her unwonted sight focused on my 'accident'.
"Mmm, Your buddies ain't singing the same tune down there. You haven't tried it, so your body demands it. You're our leader, what are you afraid of? Of our sexual factories unloading their valuable items deep in your butt hole? Besides, the experience will make you a better fu*ker, I can promise you that. After all, you're more courageous than that, you're better than that! You're ain't gonna be weak in front of your army, right?" Àngà whispered.
She had a point.
She couldn't make a fool out of me … and yeah, I gotta admit, I would like to try their co*ks at least once, to know what it feels like.
Besides, I only had heterosexual memories, and after my diatribe to Dibìé, I gotta walk the walk.
But I needed to retain control. "All right, Àngà, we'll do it later on."
Hearing that, she released me with a silent smile and a kiss on my upper back. "As for you, Ìsòn, if you win the upcoming singles tournament, you'll be able to share your … greatest treasure with me. Deal?"
She grinned viciously, her di*k pounding the ether itself. "Deal! Prepare to receive me with great majesty, My Overlady!" She said.
Àngà slapped my right a*s. "Mmm… Her Majesty's going to receive a song she won't get out of her mind, tonight!" she said.
I watched her with a mischievous smile. "You…" I said.
"For the first time in a while I encounter someone who doesn't want to screw me. We're going to be good friends, dingakì Ìsòn, very good friends," said Dibìé with three nods and a smirk in my eyes.
Àngà and my baby laughed heartily. Keep your sh*tty witticism to yourself, butthead…
"I hope to serve you well, Mwanèdi Dibìé…" Ìsòn said with a curt bow.
Dibìé smiled, but it was time to get back to business.
"… Now that that's settled, please stand by our side. I believe you know the folks around here, so tell me where I got it wrong in this lineup, O'right?"
"Understood, My Overlady," she replied.
Dibìé freed up a space between him and I with a mocking grin, and that lewd n-gòmè didn't miss that opportunity, on the contrary! She had the galls to stand beside me with her co*k rocking hard!
And Dibìé loving my face wilting in disquiet.
Girl, please lose this tournament. No, you must lose that tournament. Ah, Nyambè—no Malòbà—protect my a*s from being a casualty, because this co*k of hers is the pure product of Ndimsi…