Ali left Gunther on the rooftop, his cold gaze lingering for a moment on the boy, before heading down the stairs. The streets below were steadily emptying, with only a few CCG officers still patrolling the vicinity. The tension in the air was palpable, but Ali moved with the precision and grace of a man well-versed in the art of slipping through cracks unnoticed. As he navigated the increasingly vacant streets surrounding the auction house, Ali made sure to avoid the CCG officers' patrol routes, blending in with the shadows as though he were a ghost.
It was now late afternoon, and the attack on the auction house would not commence until later that night, according to the detailed intel he had received.
This gave Ali a small window of time to relax and gather his thoughts before the inevitable bloodshed. He walked with a deliberate but unhurried pace toward his next destination, taking his time as if savouring the quiet moments before the storm.
Ali made several stops along the way, pausing at every food shop that caught his interest.
'Might as well treat myself now before I'm back to eating the shitty rations they serve in Paradise, he thought, allowing a small, amused smirk to play on his lips as he looked at the food options laid out in front of him. He sampled various delicacies, enjoying the finer things while he still had the chance.
After about thirty minutes of casual walking, interrupted by these brief stops, Ali found himself standing across the street from a luxurious, twenty-story hotel.
The building stood tall and gleaming, its glass windows reflecting the fading light of the afternoon. Ali's sharp eyes focused on the penthouses at the top of the building, their wide windows offering an impressive view of the city below. For a brief moment, he simply stood there, taking in the sight, his mind already a few steps ahead.
He opened his phone and dialled Hero's number, the new mafia boss. "Hey, two more things before you're free from service," Ali said curtly, his voice holding an authoritative tone that made it clear this wasn't a request. After exchanging a few more details, Ali ended the call and tucked the phone back into his pocket, satisfied with the arrangements.
Turning his attention back to the hotel, Ali walked confidently through the entrance, the glass doors sliding open silently to welcome him into the opulent lobby. The ground floor was bustling with activity, the soft hum of conversation blending with the clinking of glasses from the bar area. Ali sat at one of the plush tables near the corner, positioning himself so he could observe the flow of people entering and leaving. He waited for about ten minutes until his phone buzzed with a text from Hero, and upon reading it, Ali smirked slightly.
Rising from his seat, Ali approached the front desk where the receptionist, a young woman, was staring intently at her computer screen, completely absorbed in her work. "Excuse me," Ali said in a low, cold voice, breaking the silence.
Startled, the woman looked up, her fingers freezing above the keyboard. Her eyes widened slightly as they landed on Ali. For a moment, she seemed stunned, almost as if she had forgotten how to speak. The man standing before her was impossibly handsome, his chiseled features almost otherworldly, as though he had stepped out of a dream. His presence exuded a cool, distant aura that only added to his mystique, making it hard for the woman to regain her composure.
"I have a reservation. Name's Ali," he said, his voice sharp and direct, cutting through her daze.
The receptionist blinked, snapping back to reality. "Oh, I-I'm sorry. Yes, of course," she stammered, her cheeks flushing as she quickly checked the reservation system. After a few moments, she found his booking and spoke more professionally, though her voice wavered slightly. "You're a VIP guest for Penthouse One. One of our attendants will escort you to your room shortly."
Nodding in acknowledgment, Ali leaned back, watching as the woman picked up the phone to summon an attendant. A few moments later, a man in a neatly pressed uniform approached and guided Ali toward the elevator. The ride to the twentieth floor was swift and silent, the luxury of the hotel evident in every detail.
The attendant opened the door to the penthouse, and Ali took a single step inside, his eyes scanning the luxurious space.
Before the attendant could leave, Ali spoke without turning around. "I'm expecting some guests later. When they arrive, let them in," he instructed. The attendant nodded silently, closing the door behind him as he departed.
Ali walked further into the penthouse, taking in the lavish surroundings. The place was a two-story suite, with a large open area downstairs that served as a living and resting space, complete with elegant furnishings and a massive glass wall that stretched from floor to ceiling, offering a breathtaking view of Tokyo.
Upstairs, the master bedroom was perched like a loft, its wide bed inviting and decadent, surrounded by modern decor that exuded sophistication and wealth.
Ali placed the black metallic case on the plush sofa in the resting area, then walked up to the glass wall, standing before it as the vast city stretched out beneath him. The sight filled him with a sense of superiority that he relished.
'This is how it should be, he thought, savouring the view. 'Looking down at the rest of the world, it's where l always belong'. Memories of his past flooded his mind, moments of his younger, more reckless self when he had first experienced this kind of luxury. 'felt like the king of the world back then' Ali reflected with a touch of bitterness. 'I thought I was invincible-until everything came crashing down'.
Shaking off the nostalgia, Ali headed upstairs to the second floor where the shower was located. Stripping off his clothes, he stepped into the large, marble-tiled shower, turning on the water. The icy spray hit his skin, but his body's natural instincts kicked in, raising his internal temperature to counteract the cold.
The sensation, however, left him frustrated. He had wanted to feel the sharp sting of the cold, the discomfort. Instead, he sighed, leaning his forehead against the cool stone wall, resigned to the reality that even small discomforts were beyond him now.
After half an hour, the penthouse door opened, and five Japanese women entered. They were all dressed provocatively, their expensive makeup and clothing leaving little to the imagination. The women hesitated for a moment, taking in the opulence of the penthouse, their eyes wide with awe. They whispered among themselves, wondering who their mysterious client could be, their imaginations running wild.
Their conversation stopped abruptly when they heard the sound of footsteps descending from the upper level. Ali, fresh from the shower, appeared at the top of the stairs, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. His hair was still damp, falling slightly over his eyes, and droplets of water glistened on his muscular chest. The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the glass wall, casting a golden light over his body as he walked down the stairs, looking out over Tokyo before turning his gaze toward the women.
The sight of him left them speechless. He was tall, powerfully built, with muscles that seemed to ripple beneath his skin. Their eyes were drawn to the sharp lines of his eight-pack before slowly rising to his perfectly sculpted face. He was, in every sense, the embodiment of a Greek god, his black eyes cold yet magnetic. The same thought crossed the minds of all five women, 'So hot'.
Ali, indifferent to their reactions, glanced at them briefly before letting the towel fall to the floor, revealing his full, naked form. His smirk widened slightly as he noticed their wide-eyed stares, but his thoughts remained detached. 'So these are the best Hero could get,' he mused, a hint of disappointment flickering in his mind. 'Not great, but they'll do!'
The hours passed in a haze of physical indulgence. When it was over, Ali stood naked on the second floor, looking out at the Tokyo skyline, the night lights flickering like stars in the distance. Behind him, the five women lay sprawled on the bed, unconscious from exhaustion, their bodies still covered with his seed. Ali glanced at them briefly, noting their lifeless, drained expressions before looking down at himself. His body still showed no signs of fatigue, and his cock remained fully erect, a frustration gnawing at the back of his mind. 'Maybe somewhere in the multiverse, l'll find someone who can keep up for days on end', he thought, a sense of dissatisfaction lingering. 'Until then, it looks like I'll have to stick to orgies'
With that, he descended the stairs to the rest area, the night not yet over for him.
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