Chapter 132 Meeting with the Flamingos?
In the hidden recesses of the bustling suburb, away from prying eyes, a clandestine meeting was underway. Two figures huddled in the shadowed alley, their voices lowered to a confidential murmur.
The cacophony of the urban symphony provided an apt cover for their exchange. The tall, robust youth spoke, his words charged with urgency, "I sought out one of the first-year students. He kept tabs on who she was with before leaving school today. According to his account, it seems she's switched sides."
Draped in matching black and white scarves, these were Jerry and Ralph, integral members of the Ebony Kings gang.
Ralph's face contorted with anger, venom lacing his words, "So she's finally chosen to bite the hands that have been feeding her. That bitch! I'll make her regret it."
In this tense moment, a new presence materialized on the scene.
Nora's arrival was anything but discreet. She strolled in with an air of nonchalance, a pair of earphones clasped firmly in place, the rhythm of her music pulsing through her being. Her black-on-black school uniform was a statement in itself, a short skirt matched by a snugly fitted shirt, a couple of buttons playfully left undone.
What caught the eye even more was her makeup, a daring blend of dark lipstick and eyeshadow that added an edgy flair to her appearance.
"Hey, boys," Nora chimed in, her voice carrying a hint of mischief as she sauntered further into their midst.
"You're late," Jerry, tall and rough-edged, fired off immediately.
Nora retorted swiftly, unfazed by Jerry's remark. "Says the one who looks like 'late' personified. Get yourself something to eat, boy!" A pointed comeback, one that Jerry, though affronted, chose to let slide with a knowing glance from Ralph.
"What have you brought me this time? You promised results, Nora. I'm growing weary of these games!" Ralph scolded, his impatience evident.
"Easy there! No need to shout, Ralph!" Nora responded with an air of nonchalance.
"Surprised?" she taunted. "You'd think after all the sacrifices I've made, leaving Ebony High for that hellhole of a school, all to bolster the Ebony Kings' reputation before we graduate and make it big in the gang world, a little respect would be in order!" Nora's frustration spilled over, every word dripping with intensity.
Her outburst left the two boys in stunned silence, but deep down, they knew she had a point. The clandestine pact between them was too crucial to be jeopardized by a petty dispute. Ralph, ever the leader, tried to restore calm.
"Relax and remember who you're talking to," he advised, though his pride bristled.
"What information do you have for me? What schemes are the Flamingos brewing against us?" Ralph cut straight to the chase. The purpose of their meeting was debriefing, and he was intent on not wasting a moment.
"Well, now we're talking. I've got the goods. But first, hand it over..." Nora extended her hand, waiting for Ralph to comply.
He shook his head, then turned to Jerry. With a silent exchange, Jerry retrieved an item from his pocket, wrapped in a plastic bag. Nora took it eagerly, sniffed at it, and grinned.
"Alright, here's the rundown," she said, a sly smirk gracing her lips.
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Kan and Keyla ventured into a dimly lit area within the heart of the Beast Sanctuary. The place appeared untouched for years, with wild grasses creeping through the ancient stone walls, bearing witness to its abandonment.
Within this forsaken realm, they encountered empty cages, some left gaping open while others remained locked, shrouded in darkness that concealed their contents.
Kan, his voice hushed as if fearing to disturb the eerie silence, commented on the colossal cage before them. Its immense height nearly rivaled that of a skyscraper, casting a daunting shadow in the dim light.
Keyla, still catching her breath after their harrowing escape, leaned over and clutched her knees, her exhaustion evident. "That was too close," she gasped.
"Wait, how are we even sure it was someone else and not Ellie coming to get us?! You panicked and made us run away!" Kan said.
"Huh? I made us run?! I was trying to get you to safety! At least say thank you!!" Keyla fired back.
Kan, preoccupied with the mysteries of this desolate place, paid her words little heed. His fingers brushed against the weathered walls, as though seeking to uncover hidden secrets.
As Keyla straightened herself, she made a practical suggestion, "We desperately need to find water, I haven't had anything since we left school and through all that's he happened, wager and food would be literal life savers now," Keyla mentioned.
Kan surveyed their surroundings and replied, "I don't see any sign of a fountain close by. Searching for water down here will be quite a challenge."Kan said, a defeated tone accompanying his voice.
They continued to walk about, aimlessly. However, his eyes then spotted a small opening that seemed to lead somewhere, and he decided to investigate.
Keyla followed, adjusting her torn clothing.
Approaching the orifice, they expected a narrow passageway but were met with a vast path, marred by numerous claw marks, evidence of a once-wild beast's passage.
They moved cautiously, trying not to draw any unwanted attention, for all they knew, they weren't too far away from being spotted by whomever it was that was coming in a hurry earlier on, be it friend or foe.
The Sanctuary, while abandoned for years, was far from vacant. The floor was littered with colossal skulls of beasts of various shapes and sizes, broken and weathered to the point of being barely recognizable.
Suddenly, an unexpected sound interrupted their exploration—a faint, yet unmistakable sound of dripping water.
Keyla couldn't believe her ears, and she hurried toward the source, a corner a few meters away. As she turned the corner, her eyes fell upon a large, pristine water source. Her thirst drove her to approach the water's edge, with Kan following closely behind. The water appeared clean and perfect for quenching their dire thirst.
"At last, life," Kan exclaimed as he rushed to take the first sip.
"I thought you weren't thirsty," Keyla teased as she too approached the water's edge.
"Water is life; everyone needs life," Kan replied with a grin as he bent down to drink from the source.
Keyla moved to the opposite side to sate her thirst. After a long, satisfying drink, Kan raised his head and noticed Keyla discreetly removing her tattered clothing, her pink C-cup bra coming into view. The bra hung a little loosely against her chest, as her breasts fitted into the cups and left ample space.
Kan couldn't help but be captivated by the stunning sight before him, a subtle hint of desire building within him.
'Dang it, this girl! Stop trying to make this whole thing harder than it already is. On a normal day, I'd have pulverized your ass already!' Kan snuck in this thought.
[Don't you want to appreciate what you're seeing? I'm sure she would like that] Hela coyly suggested.
Kan, however, remained nonchalant. "I'll pass. Ellie and the others are probably still fighting now. After this drink, we head back. The last thing I should be thinking about now is pussy," he replied with a casual shrug.
Keyla, her clothes stained and tattered from their ordeal, stepped into the refreshing stream, the cool water lapping gently at her feet. She hesitated for a moment, and then, with a determined look, began to wash away the dried blood and grime from her body. The stream, crystal clear and rejuvenating, was a welcomed relief against her skin.
Kan stood nearby, silently observing her as she went about her task. There was an unmistakable tension between them, a mixture of attraction and awkwardness. He was aware of her every move, his eyes drawn to her as she methodically cleaned herself. The water droplets glistened on her skin, enhancing her natural beauty.
As Keyla worked, she could feel Kan's gaze on her, his presence a palpable weight. It was as if the harrowing experience they had just shared had brought them closer in a way that neither of them was quite ready to address. Their unspoken connection hung in the air, intensifying the sensation of vulnerability that came with their shared escape.
With each gentle splash of water and every cautious glance exchanged, the tension between them grew, an unspoken question lingering in the air. They were two individuals, brought together by circumstance, now sharing a moment of intimacy by the serene stream. And while the world around them was at peace, their hearts raced with a quiet understanding, leaving them both uncertain of how to bridge the gap that had formed between them.
Keyla noticed his gaze and smiled his way, seductively inviting.
Kan simply smiled back and turned his face away, a gesture that left Keyla slightly irritated. "Did he just avert his gaze as if he saw something unpleasant? Just because I'm not well-endowed, he thinks I'm not worth admiring?" she muttered angrily to herself.
In an attempt to draw Kan's attention back to her, Keyla sensually moved her bra strap, revealing more flesh. When that tactic seemed to yield no results, she pushed her bra forward with her left hand and used a torn part of her school shirt in her right hand to provocatively wash her petite breasts behind the bra.
However, all these yielded no results as kan's attention was now on something else.
Kan, who had turned his gaze to the side, noticed an object on the ground, illuminated faintly by the dim light in their vicinity. It resembled a massive pile of sand, but what truly intrigued him was the elongated, tail-like structure protruding from its back.
"What is that?" Kan's curiosity was thoroughly piqued, his eyes fixed on the mysterious object.
Keyla, who had also noticed the peculiar shape in the dark corner, asked, "What is it?"
Kan approached cautiously and to his utter surprise, he couldn't believe the words that even left his own mouth as he gave Keyla the feedback of his findings.
"It's like some type of animal. No, this ...it's a beast,"
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