Having fully recovered, John’s fists hit the training dummies in the courtyard with a thunderous crack, pulverising them to dust.
His eyes blazed crimson as he poured all of his anger and frustration into each strike.
In the aftermath of their clash with Theodore and August, many of their comrades were injured and needed days of rest and treatment, and many of them were killed.
Stephanie had broken her leg during the fight, and Julia suffered a severe concussion, forcing her to rest for three days straight, but the most broken one was Octavia and John understood. Her own younger brother had betrayed her and they did not know if he was even August in the first place.
Despite their victory over this key fight, morale was at an all-time low.
John clicked his tongue and pulverised another training dummy with a kick and sat down on a stool, sweat dripping down his shirtless chest.
John’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the deserted courtyard. There was no one there, but his senses were on overdrive, something prickled at his brain, whispering danger.
He stood, taking a deep breath and glanced around, surveying the area. His instincts screamed that he was being watched, but it was impossible. He was the only one in the courtyard, there was no one around.
John was not superstitious, but he was a creature of instinct and that same instinct decided to take the driving seat.
Goosebumps rose on his skin and he spun around with a swing of his dagger. The clank of steel rang in his ears as he clashed with another weapon.
His gaze fell upon his opponent’s weapon, a dagger coated in flames, but it did not burn him and was surprisingly cool to the touch.
John’s eyes pinched near shut as he glared at the girl with dark makeup.
"Hi, John," Zara greeted, her black-coated lips curling into a smirk.
Sensing no more danger, John’s muscles relaxed as he retracted his dagger, the energy dispersing.
"And you are?" He inquired, examining her up and down, the gothic outfit and the chains in her ears complimented her well and gave her a rebellious appearance, and her raven black hair only enhanced her beautiful and enchanting looks.
The black eyeliner around her eyes drew attention to the striking grey in her irises, making them stand out, and the black on her lips complemented her complexion perfectly.
Her tall and slim frame and a face sculpted by God was something any man would worship.
"I am Zara, Lydia’s... friend."
She offered a brief, one-line answer, and John frowned. That didn’t tell him enough.
"So... do you need something?" John asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Zara let out an awkward chuckle, shrugging her shoulders as her hand darted out towards John’s, tugging him off the stool.
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John smirked as he stood up and looked down at the gothic beauty.
"Speak," he ordered and the girl took a step back, crossing her arms below her plump breasts.
"Do you know what my class is?" She asked, a sly smirk dancing on her lips.
"Girl, I don’t even know you."
Her facial features seemed to twist as her lips turned into a frown.
"We’ve met many times. Have you forgotten?"
"Must have."
At his blunt and direct answer, the girl sighed in frustration and annoyance and answered, "whatever. My class needs me to prevent wrong-doing and you..." her words lingered and John’s mind raced, beginning to formulate a theory.
"...are full of it," she finally said with a deadpan tone and added, "the reason I came to you is that your actions can influence the whole group, maybe even the future of the settlement."
Her serious and professional demeanour struck John, reminding him of a police detective or detective from a thriller novel.
"Wow, dramatic. Anyway, I get that your class wants you to play hero, but if that’s all, then I’m leaving," John said as he turned on his heels and made his way inside the building, leaving a dumbfounded and angry Zara.
"Wait, you fucker!" She cried, and followed suit after him
Realising that John wouldn’t stop, she threatened, "I know you’re cheating on Stephanie with Julia. Stop or I’ll tell her everything!"
John turned around and saw Zara’s smug smirk.
Amused, he snorted and replied, "tell her."
Zara’s smug expression vanished and her body grew slack.
She stood motionlessly for a moment, gazing down and muttering under her breath, "What... what did you say?"
"Go and tell her," he repeated in a resolute voice.
Her face tensed, eyebrows pressed together and her features sharpened, clearly in deep thought, probably thinking of some snappy remarks.
John chuckled and turned around once more when Zara grabbed his wrist.
"Wait up, asshole! You’re not going anywhere."
"Or what? We’ve already established that you have no leverage."
Zara’s smugness only made him want to play with her more.
"You’ll regret this," she muttered, but John just laughed as he stepped inside and beelined for his own room and prepared for a shower.
John removed his shirt and pants and was about to step into the shower when the door slammed open.
"John! You said you’d take me to—!" Mika gasped and as she covered her eyes, her mouth agape as he stood completely naked in front of her, his muscular chest exposed as water ran down his rippled abs.
Mika couldn’t help but part her fingers from her eyes to take a peek at the gorgeous hunk standing naked in front of her. The view elicited a nervous giggle and a faint blush from her as his hand covered his hardening manhood.
Her eyes gazed upon his body. The way water glistened off his rock hard abs and muscular pecs was mesmerizing. Her nipples hardened inside her tight tank top and her legs grew weak as his member sprang to life under her lustful gaze.
It was Mika’s first time feeling lust. She had come to think that as android, she was unable to feel lust, but the sheer display of masculinity in front of her had awakened something new and raw in her.