Chapter 3 - Making a move

Deimos studied the crowded city streets, his gaze darting from side to side as he took in the sights.

It was nighttime, and the surroundings were strangely similar to Earth.

As far as his eyes could see, towering skyscrapers and expansive buildings stretched. People were dressed in a variety of outfits, with some even displaying video game armor and weapons.

But, despite all of this familiarity, there was one notable difference: the moon was a deep crimson, throwing an eerie radiance over the entire city.

Deimos went through the bustling streets, marveling at the future cityscape that surrounded him, but with a sci-fi twist.

There were high-tech signs and holographic projections everywhere he looked, adding to the otherworldly vibe.

While walking, he noticed locals utilizing slim, unassuming devices that looked like cellphones but had holographic interfaces that made them appear virtually weightless.

"Oye system. What is the name of this city?" He asked.

[Nexus York]

"How original! So this city is just like a parallel to New York."

As he walked, his gaze was drawn to the curves and jiggling asses of passing women. To his amazement, every woman he passed was checking him out as well.

It was an unusual feeling for him, as he had never experienced such attention before.

A peculiar feeling began to bubble up inside him with each smile and glance he received. His confidence grew, and he couldn't help but smile with a wide, almost insane, killer-like grin from his previous life.

His walk became more confident and manly as he reveled in the attention of the women around him.

"This... this body, this face, this is heaven… His eyes scanned the bright and colorful neon signs and boards as he made his way through the futuristic city.

The lights seemed to mesmerize him, but soon his attention was caught by a bar. With a growing grin on his face, he made his way towards it.

Deimos reached reflexively into his pants pocket and pulled out some cash.

"Oye system, how much is this in dollars?"

[10 dollars]

"What is this currency called?"

[Quesos]

"Hmm, does it have the same value?"

[Yes, 1 Dollar = 1 Queso]

"Interesting, is there any online currency that I can use on those futuristic cellphones?"

[Yes, Panda Coin]

"We had many cryptocurrencies back on earth, so it's similar to it. But why panda? How much is 1 Panda coin worth?"

[ 1 Panda Coin = 10 Quesos]

Deimos let out a soft whistle, after learning that.

"Let's head to the bar then."

He approached the bar, but two burly bouncers stopped him and carefully searched him for security concerns. He finally got into the bar after passing their inspection.

*Music*…

The first thing Deimos did was to make his way through the writhing, dancing mob to the bar counter, where the music was thundering and the bartender was pouring cocktails with flair.

The beat was pounding through his blood, and his mouth was parched with a desire for a powerful drink.

He literally needed a drink to get his new life started.

"Oye bartender, 1 whiskey on the rocks!"

"Yes, sir," the bartender replied.

The bartender expertly prepared a glass, meticulously slicing a huge ice cube into a diamond shape with a short katana.

He then poured whiskey over the ice and presented the glass to Deimos with a smile, his own unique flair adding to the ambiance of the bar.

"That would be 5 Quesos, sir."

Deimos slid 5 Quesos to the bartender and downed his drink in one smooth gulp, without even flinching.

His gaze wandered around the bar, expertly scanning and avoiding any men while looking for every lady on the dance floor.

Little Deimos started to bulge in his pants, as he was also ready for some action.

Deimos felt the rhythm pulsing through his body, causing his feet to tap and his hips to sway. He grew more and more immersed in the music with each stride he took toward the dance floor.

Once he arrived on the floor, his movements became fluid and hypnotic as he moved in sync with the beat.

*Music*

It felt as though the cosmos revolved solely around the music and the women.

Deimos moved through the crowd, his eyes scanning for any female who caught his fancy. It didn't matter if she was with someone, be it a husband or boyfriend, as he had never been one to care about such things.

In his mind, he could easily kill anyone who dared to stand in the way of his pursuit of pleasure.

Finally, his gaze was drawn to a lady dressed in a black cocktail dress, her luscious figure and shapely ass swaying in time with the music.

As her massive bosom bounced to the beat, her gorgeous black curls flowed with each movement.

He felt drawn to her, and his body moved closer to her with each passing second.

She appeared to be dancing alone.

A real man never leaves his woman alone, and if he does, then this happens...

"What up, sugar mommy?" Deimos made his move.

The woman's gaze was drawn to Deimos' strikingly handsome face as if mesmerized by his looks.

"Enjoying the music, huh?"

"Absolutely! This is my favorite bar for a reason," she replied with a smile as she danced with Deimos.

Meanwhile, his eyes remained fixated on her jiggling breasts.

He couldn't resist the temptation and slid his hand toward her waist, pulling her closer to him as they continued to sway to the music.

The woman didn't appear to mind his approach as she came further closer to him.

Deimos's hand slid down to the woman's curvaceous back as he leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Truly a gift from the gods."

He couldn't stand it any longer and drew her closer, his lips meeting her rosy lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Their tongues connected as he probed the depths of her mouth, his hands stroking over her curves, delighting in the pleasure of her body.

*Shatter*

As they continued their passionate moment, a sudden noise caught their attention.

They turned to see a man standing there in shock, his drinks spilled on the floor, and broken glass everywhere.

"Who the fuck is this loser?" Deimos thought.