When Ahio arrived at the mansion, she saw the news that a middle-aged man had been found dead, suspected of having had a heart attack.
Meanwhile, Ahio rubbed a monster ghost's cheek. "Good job, good boy."
Ahio does not refer to the gender of the monster ghost.
Ahio's goal was to meet Darius in their room, smiling when he saw Acier leaning on the dashboard of the king-size bed.
"Darius."
Ahio threw herself into Darius' arms. "I can only smell you, so what is this foul pheromone?"
"Fathur."
The veins on Darius's forehead bulged out, as easily as turning the palm of their hand, changing their position from Ahio sitting astride Darius to lying helpless under the power of an angry wolf.
"Please delete...?"
"Damn, you are the death of me."
The rest is the sound of sighs, moans of pleasure, and growls mixed with soft snoring sounds. In between a Hot Activity, Ahio could still laugh out loud.
"You smell like alcohol."
"You can smell alcohol? Do you have a sharp sense of smell?"
"You're drunk."
Shio shook his head wiping the wet trail of saliva stuck to the corner of Darius' lips, not breaking eye contact, Ahio brough her fingers in a Mouth.
Darius' cock is hard as a pole reacted in response to their hot activity. Enlarged, as hard as a rock and standing firmly pressing directly on Ahio's genitals.
"Ugh, shit." Darius got up and pushed Ahio gently, practically making the woman sit on the soft bed.
"I always want to fuck you but I can hold back my lust. Oh, I'm go to the toilet for a moment."
"Seriously don't you want me to help?" Ahio blinked in innocence, a hint of playfulness in her voice.
"Ugh, no. Thank you."
Darius wore special sleeping slippers and hurriedly looked for the bathroom as if the room would be gone if he was a second late.
Ahio chuckled in satisfaction. "I wonder why he restrains himself until he has a defense of lust as strong as steel."
Ahio sniffed the air like a fierce, territorial primitive animal, nostrils flared to scavenge for traces of scent.
"Ugh."
Ahio covered her nose. "Smells of Lian's perfume. She's coming here again?"
Sick and bored is the look on Ahio's face that is suitable to describe how upset, a girl is. "She hasn't given up yet or is shameless?"
A hand clenched into fists ready to hit, veins bulging along Ahio's hands.
Negative emotions in the form of the fire of jealousy burned Ahio to the top of her head. Imaginary smoke billowed above her head.
***
The time when Darius was paralyzed had finished, and the critical time ended which was celebrated by Darius inviting Ahio to practice shooting.
"From now on, wherever you go, bring tools to defend yourself."
Ahio listened and didn't miss a word, concentrating fully on processing the information entering her brain, ending up nodding in understanding at Darius' explanation.
"You shouldn't use monster ghosts too often unless it's an urgent, life-threatening situation Remember, monster ghosts are the last weapon."
Like a smart robot with an automatic system, Ahio nodded without arguing.
"You're right, I get tired easily when I summon him."
"Wear this instead."
Ahio's eyes lit up, in Darius' hand hung a tiny sword necklace. "There is a secret weapon there?"
"Right. Turn around so I can put this necklace on for you."
"I don't like wearing accessories but it doesn't matter, I appreciate your good intentions."
Ahio turned around, lifting her hair in her left hand, making it easier for Darius to put on the necklace for her. "But how do I wear this thing?"
A click and Darius chuckled in satisfaction. "Finish."
Ahio looked down, Darius practiced a brief demonstration of how to open the protective sheath revealing a tiny hidden needle.
"Wow, great. Necklaces are very useful."
Darius's warm breath which Ahio ignored was unbearable, Ahio was no longer able to resist the hot and cold sensation causing her to resemble someone with a fever.
"Ugh, Darius. Shooting a gun just requires pressing the trigger, right? Like this?"
BANG!
Ahio didn't realize she was pressing too hard on the object she only wanted to touch gently.
A stray bullet almost hit Darius's bodyguard, if he hadn't been quick to dodge, he would have a hole in his stomach.
'Damn, I'm too nervous!'
Pearl-sized sweat dripped down, not only that but Ahio was also knocked backward by the force of the gun.
Ahio crashed into Darius' broad chest. The girl looked up. "Pardon me."
Darius stared intently without expression. "It's lucky I was behind you. You might have fallen. Gym training won't do any good if you lack shooting experience."
Ahio sat down and looked at the bodyguard instructor who had almost died silly from her carelessness. 'I have no worries, no fears, and no regrets. Am I starting to follow in the footsteps of the psychopath Darius?'
Darius grabbed Ahio's hand holding the gun, leading it to a small bird perched on the wood of the ceiling frame.
Darius's one eye closed determined the coordinates then pressing Ahio's tiny fingers which were very small compared to his own.
BANG!
A poor bird fell, blood flowing from the gaping chest wound where the bullet had lodged.
"Your hands are cold which means you are nervous and afraid. Your energy is not focused due to being clumsy, your body is shaking due to a lack of confidence. Your mind is not focused because you are doubtful and worried. It takes a long time for you to be able to shoot."
Darius stepped back, groaning in annoyance, he rolled his eyes lazily was stopped at a target sign.
"Babygirl, turn around."
Darius's cold and sharp voice was as sharp as a needle piercing the solar plexus, Ahio couldn't help but turn around.
"You...?"
"Now try aiming for number 9."
Ahio's body trembling got worse, her body temperature was as cold as ice, fear and nervousness mixed with worry eroded and eroded Ahio's common sense, leaving her speechless.
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