Draken had just left the apartment when he received a message from Laia.
"The neighbors have informed my parents about yesterday's party. I have been punished today without going out*Emogi*Sad face*Sad face*Tearful face*. Ana is coming to eat a pitsa with me and she will see you in Plaza Real later. See you on Monday.*Emogi*Kiss*Heart*Kiss*"
The incubus didn't know why but he felt a little disappointed, he had wanted to end the night of that first day with his friend. Shit what he was thinking, he was a being of evil, he couldn't let himself be carried away by sentimentalities. Luckily at that moment while he was pressing the elevator button a special mission notice appeared in his magic system.
***********Special mission: Console the poor widow, satisfy the repressed desires of the widow from the third floor, make her enjoy and forget her pain. Maximum time to complete the mission 72 hours, special reward 25 additional lust points and two stamina points. Penalty for non-compliance minus one stamina point*********
Draken knew who they were talking about, it was Laura, the neighbor on the third floor B, she was twenty-seven years old, but it had been three years since her young husband had died in a car accident, after that the woman who had no children had gone through a strong depression, only a few months ago had she shown signs of taking care of herself again.
When Draken opened the elevator door he was already expecting to see her inside, he had no lust points left to try anything strange, so he would have to play his cards right.
Laura was tall, with one meter eighty centimeters, with short brown hair, and beautiful eyes. However, years of depression had caused havoc on her once stunning body, she had gained weight, and had left the gym. It's not that she was a bad catch, it was just that it was obvious that she hadn't taken care of herself in a long time, however when Draken entered the small elevator Laura was well groomed, she was smiling and it seemed that she at least had some plans to go out.
"Good night, Laura, everything okay?"
"Hi Pablo, you're getting taller every day, you're quite a hunk, everything's okay, I'm going now with my coworkers, they want me to leave the house..."
"That's good, if you need anything let me know, my parents have gone to Madrid for a few days and I'll be bored this weekend"
Laura had no sexual interest in Pablo, she had seen him grow since his parents arrived at the building, however he was a kind and polite boy, and he was also turning into a strong and handsome boy.
"Hey, now that you mention it, could you help me take some boxes down to the storage room tomorrow afternoon?"
"Sure, you let me know, I'll be home."
They said goodbye normally, like two normal neighbors, however in Draken's mind a plan was already emerging. He had to earn lust points no matter what that night.
While he headed to the subway stop to take the line to the France station, the Incubus reviewed his options. Laia was out of the question, Angela didn't think he would take it well to insist so soon, she had made clear her intentions that theirs would only be something casual by leaving so soon. Gisela? Well, it was a possibility to try in case of emergency, but with his jeans and his Draken t-shirt he wasn't wearing the kind of clothes that were worn in the more alternative environments of Barcelona, he doubted that they would let him into any of the heavy clubs in the Marina area or even into Undeath or similar clubs in the Sans neighborhood. Well, he would only call her if he couldn't find an alternative.
Another option was Ana or one of her friends. That girl wasn't from his high school, she was a friend of Laia's from school, and she usually brought an extra friend with her. They were a little older than Pablo and his friends, most of the time they ended up laughing at them and at the fact that they weren't of legal age. Not Ana, who was a good girl, but the truth is she didn't have a good opinion of the rest, although for her purposes this mattered little.
When Draken entered the Basque tavern, Marc was the only one at the bar, arguing with the waiter. Despite being a repeater and being a few months older than Pablo himself, he still had the body and face of a youngster, so the waiter wanted to see his card before serving him a beer.
For any eighteen-year-old, that was a serious offense, but when Draken arrived and greeted him, the problem was over. Draken only made a gesture and the waiter himself served him a beer without asking him or anything.
"You're a lucky bastard, if I had your body and your face I would already be the king of Barcelona."
"Bah... don't worry, we'll soon reign, and if I'm the king I can name you prime minister, something will fall on you, right?"
"Who's going to be prime minister of where?"
"Damn, Oriol, I thought you might have fallen asleep, you got drunk almost as much as Pablo"
"Don't talk to me, I'm still hungover. Hey, you, get me a beer!"
Oriol, unlike Marc, seemed older; to avoid being asked for his ID, he had grown a ridiculous goatee months ago. Between that and his taste for well-groomed shirts and a fairly decent physique, he could pass himself off as a twenty-year-old. Although the truth is that he was the youngest of the three, having only turned seventeen two months ago.
The beer arrived quickly, to the suffering and ridicule of poor Marc. The three of them began to talk about this and that, until Marc, the one who had remained the most sober of the three, looked at Draken attentively. The boy's attitude and shyness really seemed to have disappeared, he even seemed to have more confidence and sparkle in his eyes.
"You've fucked!"
Marc said this, pointing at him with his finger. Oriol, more cautious, kept quiet but looked Pablo up and down.
"Don't fuck with me, Laia raped you at night in the end. You know she's been after you since she met you, I've already told you."
Draken recalculated on the fly. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell about his sexual adventure with his friend, it was that in those environments everything could end up being known and it was better that they didn't find out from him. Women didn't like to be on everyone's lips unless they were the ones telling about their exploits.
"No, it wasn't Laia..."
Oriol seemed disappointed but Marc understood Pablo's words immediately. Telling them the story of Gisela was too fanciful, they would call him a liar, so there was only one experience left to tell.
"Wait, wait, you didn't say you didn't fuck, you said it wasn't Laia. Come on man, don't make us suffer and tell us who finally deflowered you."
"The waitress..."
Marc looked surprised but Oriol began to pat his knee effusively.
"I already said that the Colombian looked at you with greedy eyes, tell me, what are her tits like? Do she have cookie nipples like I told you?"
"Yes, but don't shout because the whole bar is watching us."
The beers flowed while Draken told Pablo's friends about his recent sexual exploits with Angela. He omitted certain details of some sexual practices, but deep down he told them the truth, that he dared to invite them taking advantage of the fact that his parents were not there, that they danced and that he fucked him like a cowgirl.
The boys followed the local custom in the Basque tavern. The pinchos or tapas were counted by the number and type of toothpick, the local art was to hide some without being noticed. Although it was clear to the waiters that the drinks were not real, the problem was proving it.
Once they had settled in, they went to the Plaza Real. This square had gone through many changes, among them after being a depressed area in the eighties it had flourished again, and now had several clubs for different ages, from Karma, where thirty-year-olds went to, to Arinbau, the club where young people who had just turned eighteen went.
The truth is that they did not look much at the ID cards, the only one they asked for was poor Marc.