A girl's voice echoed through the air, calling out, "Leader!"
A sigh followed, deep and weary, before a woman's voice responded with palpable irritation, "What is it now?"
The girl hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Don't you think it's time for you to relax a little? I know you're still young, but you've been working day in and day out since you came out of training. Don't you think you'll burn yourself out?"
There was a long pause, the air was heavy with tension. Finally, the woman's voice came, more resolute than before. "I'm cementing myself as a protector for the weak. For those who can't defend themselves. It's what gives me life now. It's my new resolve."
The girl sighed softly, her voice tinged with concern. "I know… but there's more to life than just that. You came from a rough place, and you didn't even take time to unwind. You have to give yourself a break sometimes."
The silence stretched longer this time, and the air turned colder. A feeling of unease settled in, a sense of something dangerous lurking just beneath the surface.
The girl's voice wavered, growing panicked. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—"
The woman's voice softened but carried the weight of years of resolve. "Apology accepted. You're just showing concern for me, and that's something that even makes my work worthwhile. But don't worry, I won't lose my temper again."
The girl, feeling a mixture of relief and awe, spoke up, "You really mean that, huh?"
The woman's voice grew a touch warmer. "Of course. You're the first one to show such care, after all."
There was a long silence after that, pregnant with the unspoken words between them. Then, with sudden curiosity, the girl asked, "So… about that boy you want to neck…"
A sharp gasp sounded in the air, followed by a flare of anger in the woman's voice. "Seriously? You're still asking about that?"
The girl's voice shot up in fear, her words rushing out in a frantic apology. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you—"
A quiet pause lingered in the air as both voices went still, the tension hanging heavy in the space between them.
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Kelson stood with his luggage in hand, taking in the sight before him. Eva gestured grandly toward the villa, exclaiming, "Ta-da!" Her voice brimmed with pride, her confident smile lighting up the scene.
The structure before him was stunning—a luxurious beachfront-style villa, though no ocean was in sight. The clean lines, expansive windows, and modern design hinted at opulence. Kelson's eyes sparkled as he tried to grasp how something so extravagant could exist here. "This place could easily go for 4.5 billion anywhere else," he muttered in amazement.
Eva crossed her arms with a smug grin.
"So, how much is your job actually paying you?" Kelson asked, turning toward her, half-joking, half-curious.
Eva winked. "Enough to live comfortably," she teased before adding, "But this beauty wasn't from my paycheck. I entered the Gomax raffle a while back and, well, got incredibly lucky."
Kelson's jaw dropped. "Wait, those raffles? People would sell their souls for this kind of prize!"
She laughed lightly. "I know, right? It's kind of surreal. But here we are."
Still amazed, Kelson asked, "What about your old house? Are you keeping it, or did you already sell or rent it out?"
Eva shrugged casually. "I'm planning to rent both out. Honestly, I spend most of my time at the hospital's accommodations anyway. But I wanted this villa ready for when you visited—it's my way of giving you the best of both worlds."
Kelson tilted his head, frowning slightly. "So, it's just me here? This whole two-story mansion to myself? What about the nights we'd spend gaming like when I was younger?"
Eva chuckled warmly. "Relax, kid. I'll still stop by early mornings and visit in the evenings when I can. But mostly, this place is yours while you're here. I want you to enjoy it."
A puzzled look crossed his face. "You're not staying because you think I've changed too much, aren't you? Too unfamiliar now?"
She reached out, playfully ruffling his hair. "Perish the thought! I just want you to have the best experience while you're here. And I'll make time for us—don't you worry about that."
Then, with a sly grin, she added, "Besides, I wouldn't want to cramp the style of such a young, virile, semen-infested pressure-spewing ejector."
Kelson froze, gaping at her in horror. "W-What?! Why would you even say that?!"
Eva smirked, rolling her shoulders with mock innocence. "Just calling it like I see it."
Flustered, he stammered, "You're mistaking me for some kind of party animal or… chronic masturbator!"
Ignoring his protests, she sauntered ahead, tossing a casual, "That's what they all say," over her shoulder.
Kelson, now red-faced and muttering under his breath, bounced on his toes in mild frustration before following her inside. "This is going to be a fun time," he grumbled.
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Inside the villa, Kelson was immediately struck by the luxurious interior. The living room featured plush, cozy furniture arranged for maximum comfort, complemented by a massive 292-inch hyperscreen TV seamlessly embedded into the wall. He marveled at the open, spacious kitchen, with its sleep countertops and state-of-the-art appliances. Even the smallest details impressed him- autonomous vacuum drones silently roamed the floors, keeping everything immaculate.
The porch caught his attention next, leading to a shimmering infinity pool that practically begged for a swim
When Kelson stepped into his assigned bedroom, his amazement reached new heights. Dominating the room was a crushed velvet- upholstered Regal Super-Sized bed, complete with an intricate design frame and a grandiose headboard. On the bed lay a large, pristine white box, it's contents a mystery. Across from the bed stood a walk-in wardrobe that felt more like a personal boutique, stocked with clothes tailored to his size and style
And in the corner of the room, the pièce de rèsistance: a cockpit-styled gaming setup. The setup included four ultra-high-definition curved monitors, a fully adjustable ergonomic swivel chair, a custom-built RgB gaming PC with liquid cooling, and an array of accessories: a mechanical keyboard with customizable lighting, a precision gaming mouse, a haptic feedback vest, and even VR gear for full Immersion. Kelson's eyes widened like an overjoyed puppy.
"This is amazing!" He exclaimed, turning to Eva " You really outdid yourself, Thank you Aunt Eva!"
Laughing warmly, she hugged him. "I'm glad you like it. You deserve the best."
As he eagerly inspected the gaming setup, Eva excused herself to make some phone calls, leaving him to explore further.
Eventually, Kelson's curiosity turned to the mysterious white box on his bed. Opening it, he furrowed his brows in confusion at what he found inside: a deflated, pitch-black object resembling a mannequin. Its unusual texture drew his hand instinctively to it. The surface was unnaturally smooth, like polished metal, yet gave way softly under his touch.
He lifted the limo figure by its shoulders, its deflated body hanging lifelessly.
[This somewhat reminded me of Verence] he thought.
When he brought it closer, he noticed it's blank, featureless face. Then, suddenly, a faint blue light began to glow where its eyes or rather, a visor-like strip should have been.
Before he could react, the object projected a laser that scanned his face.
"Tool owner registered and now identified". A female voice announced calmly.
Within seconds, the deflated figure expanded, inflating with uncanny precision. Its shape transformed, taking on the proportion of a perfectly sculpted woman.
Features began forming in real time: breast emerged, complete with realistic details, and the lower region developed into an anatomically suggestive form.
Kelson's eyes widened in disbelief, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at the now fully formed figure.
"Oh god... Wow!" Was all he could manage, his voice a mix of awe and shock.
But as the situation dawned on him, and a certain reaction betrayed his body's response, he immediately realized the awkwardness now pitching itself....