When the Serial Killer Next Door Gained Harem System

Chapter 144: Need Coins

I watched as she cracked the door open and motioned to someone inside. Instantly, every single neck in the crowd behind me strained forward, desperate for a peek. A woman stepped up to the threshold, and I practically forgot how to breathe, she was wearing absolutely nothing. Just completely, beautifully naked, her pale skin glistening under the indoor lights. The bouncer leaned in, whispered something into her ear, and the naked woman gave a quick nod before the door clicked shut again.

I stood there waiting in the drizzle, praying for a good ending here. I just needed to meet Garmonna and see if there was an opening, a job, a gig, anything I could work.

A few minutes later, the heavy door swung open again, and the same naked woman appeared in the entryway. Her gaze locked straight onto mine.

"Come in."

I let out a massive sigh of relief. "Right. Thank you."

"Lucky kid," I heard the bouncer mutter under her breath.

"Oi, I want to go inside without paying, too!" some guy yelled from the back of the crowd, sounding pissed.

"One more fucking word and I’ll throw you to a Night Siren!" the bouncer snapped, her voice cutting through the rain like a whip. Then she glared right at me. "The fuck you waiting for? Move!"

"R-right."

I quickly stepped past her, the heat of the venue hitting me instantly. The naked woman turned on her heel right in front of me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her round, bare ass cheeks, tight and bouncing slightly with every step she took.

"Follow me," she murmured over her shoulder, giving me a teasing wink. "And try to keep up, handsome."

I followed her close behind, my eyes locked onto her smooth lower back and hips as we navigated the venue. The place was absolutely packed, a chaotic haze of perfume, sweat, and heavy breathing. The tables were crowded with patrons, and I realized pretty quickly that the boundaries of public decency didn’t exist here. In one dark booth, I saw a woman casually giving a guy a blowjob right out in the open, her head moving in a steady rhythm while he groaned into his drink. I even spotted two well-built male workers sitting side-by-side, their heads buried deep between the thighs of two breathless women who were gripping the guys’ hair. I guess I was right, huh? They definitely employed guys here.

My escort led me past the chaos and toward the back, where I followed her up a grand, sweeping set of stairs. The noise of the main floor muted a bit as we reached the upper landing.

We stopped in front of a pair of heavy, ornate double doors. The naked woman turned to me, running a soft finger down my chest that gave me chills. "She’s waiting for you inside. Try not to disappoint her." With another sultry smile, she melted back down the hallway, leaving me standing there alone.

I took a breath and knocked firmly on the door.

"Come in."

I turned the brass handle, stepped inside, and closed the door behind me.

Holy shit.

The room was opulent, but my eyes went straight to the center of the floor. Garmonna was sitting comfortably right on the back of a muscular man who was down on all fours like a literal piece of furniture. She was wearing a stunning, blue dress made of sheer silk, and the fabric was cut so low that her swollen breasts were practically spilling out, her dark nipples barely covered by thin strips of lace.

On the floor in front of her, a second man was on his knees, his face buried against her bare foot, licking her skin like a loyal dog. I watched as Garmonna tilted a bottle of rich, red wine, casually pouring a slow stream of it right down the arch of her foot. The man hungrily lapped it up, his tongue eagerly sliding between her toes to catch every single drop of the sweet alcohol while she leaned back, looking completely amused. It was intensely, dirty-sexy.

What in the shit had I walked into?

"Look who came," she said, her eyes flicking up to meet mine with a wicked smirk. "Other than these two, of course."

"Hello, Ma’am."

"Garmonna would be enough," she sighed, her voice low and commanding. "Now tell me the important reason you wanted to meet with me."

"It’s... it’s a special matter," I said, swallowing hard as I tried to ignore the wet sounds of the man licking her toes. "Can I talk to you alone?"

She chuckled faintly, a rich. "Why?"

"You’d want to hear this, Garmonna. Trust me."

I watched her reach to her left, setting the wine bottle down on a small side table. Slowly, she pulled her wet foot away from the man’s mouth and crossed her legs, exposing a long, smooth thigh through the high slit of her blue dress. Denied his prize, the man on the floor crawled a bit higher up, eagerly burying his face against her thigh and licking his way up her skin.

"Convince me."

"Only you can hear this," I insisted, keeping my voice as steady as possible. "I don’t want anybody else to hear it."

"My, my. A secret," she smiled, her eyes darkening with genuine curiosity. "I love secrets. Entertain me, please."

"I will. As soon as we are alone."

Garmonna stared at me for a long beat, measuring my resolve. Satisfied with what she saw, she raised a hand and sharply snapped her fingers.

Instantly, she stood up from her human seat. The two men immediately scrambled to their feet, their eyes lowered, completely submissive to her command.

She pointed a manicured finger at me and looked at the bigger of the two men. "Search him. See if he’s carrying any weapons."

The man stepped up to me and let out a groan as he patted down my torso, my waistband, and down my legs. He stepped back and shook his head toward her. "He’s empty, Mistress."

Garmonna nodded, her gaze never leaving my face. "Leave us."

The two men glanced over at me, giving me a sharp, resentful look for interrupting their fun, before they bowed their heads to her and quietly exited the room. I heard the heavy door click shut behind them.

Now, the two of us were completely alone.

"So," she began, leaning her hips back against the edge of the large desk. "Tell me, why are you so desperate to see me?"

"I’m Ambly-blessed," I said curtly. "And I’m wondering if I can get a job here."

She recoiled visibly, her eyes widening in sheer shock. Without a word, she walked around behind her desk and sat down, her gaze locked onto me the entire time like she was trying to see through my skull. Once she settled into the chair, she rested both elbows on the dark wood and linked her fingers just under her chin, her face propped up as she stared.

"What did you say your name was again, kid?"

"Ace Walker."

"Ace," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "And you claim to be, Ace, an Ambly-blessed. Am I correct?"

"Yes, Ma’am... Garmonna."

"An Ambly-blessed." She sounded deadly serious now, the playful air completely gone. "Are you pulling a joke on me, Walker?"

"I am not," I replied, taking a step forward. "And I can prove it to you."

"How?"

Without giving her a reply, I walked straight toward her and stood right at her side. She turned her body in the chair to face me, clearly wondering what the hell I was doing. I reached down and pressed my hand firmly over her bare shoulder, and the moment my skin hit hers, I felt that strange sensation again. It was a deep, intoxicating surge of raw power wanting to flow directly inside Garmonna. It felt like a massive dam in my mind; if I were to just lift the gates, the power would completely flood her. It was a wild, almost unnatural feeling.

I didn’t open the dam fully. I just cracked it a tiny bit, letting a fraction of that golden power surge directly into her body.

The exact second that energy hit her, her eyes shot wide open. She gasped, a low, involuntary sound catching in her throat as she stared up at me in absolute shock. Right before my eyes, her nipples stiffened, pushing hard against the thin strips of lace on her dress... it was an instant, undeniable proof that my blessing was tearing through her system.

"No way..." she breathed, her voice cracking into a desperate, needy moan. "Are you... no..."

"I need to make a hundred and fifty gold," I said, casually pulling my hand back and cutting off the flow. "Let me work here, and I’ll... uh... I don’t know. Be a good employee."

Before I could even blink, her hands shot up. She grabbed me roughly by both sides of my temples, her nails digging in slightly as she yanked my face down to hers. Our foreheads slammed together, forcing me to meet her eyes. She looked completely crazed, her pupils dilated, her chest heaving, and a massive, predatory smile stretching across her face.

"You think I’d share an Ambly-blessed with the public?" she chuckled, her breath hot against my lips. "Kid, you are... FUCKING Ambly-blessed. The most powerful Goddess’s chosen."

"I... I just need coins."

"One hundred and fifty?" she asked, her grip tightening on my head as she laughed with pure exhilaration. "Done. Fucking done."

"That’s... okay?" I stammered, surprised by how easy it was. "What do I do in return?"