Draken and the girl left the bathroom after she cleaned herself up and put herself back together, she was vain, she couldn't leave with semen all over her face and mouth. They didn't talk, they just said their names and exchanged phone numbers.
Strangely enough, in a city as busy as Barcelona, no matter how much noise they made, no one stayed to call them out, there were no guards at the bathroom door to stop them or anyone to complain. If someone saw them leaving together, they acted like they didn't see anything. Two young people living their sexuality was not something that anyone in a modern city like Barcelona would complain about.
At the exit of the subway, the girl called Gisela kissed Draken one last time before going home to Mallorca Street.
It was half past twelve, so Draken knew his parents wouldn't be home until two in the afternoon when they would go out for tapas and vermouth, as they say in Barcelona. He had time to set up his nets so that his Saturday afternoon would also be fruitful. With the 175 points that chance had earned him from this casual encounter, Draken decided to unlock several skills that could be useful to him.
The resistance of that body had been tested to the limit, for many moments of the act he doubted that he would ever cum, so he chose Superhuman Resistance and Second Round as the first skills to choose. He had 90 points left, thinking about his immediate future and the things that could make his conquests easier, Draken didn't think twice, he spent thirty points on a stroke of luck. With the ninety points and the reserve he had, he still had 98 lust points to spend.
Near his house there was a kiosk of the blind organization, he was not going to buy a coupon for that lottery, he did not have enough lust points to guarantee himself the big prize, he bought a scratch ticket, it cost five euros and the maximum prize was one hundred thousand, but before that he invested all his lust points in it. With a forty-five percent more chance of winning he was satisfied.
He went to a nearby cafeteria, where a young waitress worked who he knew was crazy about the boy. Taking out a small coin he began to scratch the ticket. Luck smiled on him, in just one attempt he had won a prize of seventy-five thousand euros.
Any young man would have immediately jumped for joy, but Draken wanted to be discreet, and with that money and what Pablo had been saving all those years, the Incubus had enough to establish great foundations for his future. He would tell his parents of course, but since it was his money they could not prevent him from spending it on what he wanted.
Surely some would wonder why he had not saved points that would help him in his conquests, but Draken was confident in his debt collection to Pablo, that wonder of nature.
The waitress' name was Angela, she was originally from Colombia and had been working in the cafeteria for six months. With her dark skin, her rounded curves, her pretty smile and that sweet accent so typical of South America, she drove half of the customers crazy.
However, the object of her sighs, Pablo, had resisted all those months. It's not that the boy wasn't nice or that he didn't exchange a few words with her, but it seemed that the boy didn't want to be anything more than a handsome customer.
Although there were other customers waiting to be served on the terrace of the bar, as soon as the girl saw Draken she went over there to serve him.
"Good morning Pablo, would you like a Coca-Cola and some bravas?"
"Give me a beer Angela, be nice, I promise I'll reward you..."
"You're a minor, at least as far as I know you still have three weeks left, I'm not going to risk my job or a fight to give you the pleasure..."
"Not even if the reward is good?"
The naughty conversation had Angela enchanted, but she was slightly resisting. The girl was six years older than the boy, but since she arrived in Barcelona she had hardly done anything other than work in those months, a flirtation would not hurt her.
"And tell me Pablo, what can you offer me to make me break the law? I don't think a high school student has much to blackmail me with."
"Come closer and I'll tell you my offer..."
The hot-blooded character of the people of Colombia was on fire, the girl approached the boy so that she could speak in his ear, the truth is that she liked this daring and uninhibited Pablo, a man like God commands, a daddy who liked to play. The boy did not start to speak until Angela's earlobe was so close to the boy's mouth that she could feel his warm breathing.
"My parents are going to Madrid after lunch, this afternoon when they leave you will have finished work, I'll invite you to a coffee at my house, here is my number, call me when you finish and I'll tell you the apartment"
The girl didn't need much more to convince her, she went inside the bar to the counter to pour him the beer and order the tapa of bravas, her boss reprimanded her, but with her best smile she answered that who would doubt that the guy who was sitting on the terrace was not of legal age. Deep down she was right, nobody would take Pablo for a minor.
The boy was enjoying the beer and the patatas bravas when he received a text message, it was Laia.
"Acaban de llegar mis Padres, ¿nos vemos esta noche para tomar algo?"
Draken smiled, he liked Laia, perhaps he had watched the girl's advances and glances from the outside so many times that he even felt like she was a close friend to the devil. Draken answered, he didn't want to reject her but he didn't want to tie himself down to a girl for the weeks he had left in Barcelona.
"I was thinking of having a few beers at the borne with Marc and Oriol, then we'll go to Arinbau in Plaza Real. See you there?"
"Sure, see you at the disco afterwards."
The incubus had no intention of meeting up with his friends for beers, he had other plans for that afternoon, more succulent ones although he didn't know how much time they would take. In order not to give up his alibi he wrote to those mentioned.
"A few beers at the borne? I'll take a nap and give you a call."
"Exhausted, but we'll talk later."
"OK."
Before he had finished drinking his second beer, his parents appeared. They didn't scold him for drinking alcohol. His parents had a very liberal mentality and they trusted Pablo, who had always been a good boy. According to what they told him, they would be in Madrid for an official event at the Madrid embassy until Tuesday, official things like dinners and events.
They ate at a restaurant on Aribau Street, an expensive place that drove his mother crazy for its haute cuisine dishes. With her blonde hair and blue eyes, the former model Lisa Harens was still a very beautiful woman. Her father hadn't become handsome by magic, he was a big guy, but since he dedicated himself to the diplomatic career he had gained in elegance compared to his time as a soccer player. He had a slight limp, which he had struggled to get rid of, it was what a sporting injury serious enough to end the career of an international footballer had. When it happened, his father was playing for Manchester United, and it was in England where his parents met.
The meal was pleasant, they talked about future plans for when they left for Tokyo, and how Pablo would face his last year of high school in Cadiz. Despite the fact that due to his age he should have finished that year, between the changes of previous countries and the fact that he was one of the youngest in his class, his parents decided to accept the proposal of the management of the private school and make him repeat a year, in this way he would catch up and there would not be so much difference between him and his classmates, also catching up with Catalan, another language in Pablo's heritage was something important.
At seventeen years old, Pablo, now Draken, speaks Portuguese, English, Spanish, and Catalan perfectly, and at school he also studied French, which with all that baggage was one of his favorite classes.
His parents collected their luggage from the apartment to go to the airport, the house was left in their care, Draken took the opportunity to shower and rest, as far as he knew Angela would not finish until five or five-thirty, once the meal shift was over and the place was cleaned.
Around five Draken's cell phone lit up with a message: "I'm done, is your offer still valid or have you backed out like a child?"
Draken laughed, he was going to show this Latina woman what a child was capable of doing.