"haaaa haaaa." Venice chest rose up and down, her body leg's opened showing her hairy vagina, licking a bit of blurry liquid, from her squirting once again.
"I don't want to treat you as a prostitute by giving you money in exchange for sex, so how about do you a favor, By giving you're older daughter a job at my store if she don't get it today, if she gets it, send your younger one, I will pay them well as I need some helping hand there. Okay?" Kevin asked as he pulled up his pants.
Venice hearing this didn't say anything as her mind and face were dirtied by Kevin's penis, her face covered in white slimy stuff, some on the corner of her mouth and some on her cheeks, her eyes unfocused. 'He made my throat a...vagina...how can I feel this good by getting throat fucked?' she asked herself as Kevin's penis made her throat feel like a vagina.
"Hey, did you hear me?" Kevin asked, noticing her lack of response.
"Huh? What?" Venice asked, her face showing confusion as she snapped back to reality.
"I said, send your daughters to my shop if they want a job. I need some helping hands there," Kevin reiterated and continued, "and don't worry, I will pay them well, at least more than you and your husband earn. Consider it as a favor from me."
Venice's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body still trembling from the intense sensations she had experienced. Hearing Kevin's proposal, she felt a mix of relief and apprehension. At least he wasn't talking about anything inappropriate this time.
She glanced at him; her face was still flushed and disheveled from the encounter. "Fine," she replied with a hint of irritation in her voice.
"Why are you so irked?" Kevin asked, feeling annoyance in Venice's answer.
"How can I not be? You did so many vulgar things to me... How can I not be irked?" Venice said, getting up from the dining table with shaky arms and legs.
Kevin walked near her, buttoning his shirt, and grazed her thighs while saying, "Hahahahah, you think this is vulgar? Venice, this was just our second time doing this. You don't know how many more vulgar things I'm going to do to you in the future."
Venice gulped at the thought of what he might do to her. Her mind couldn't fathom the scenarios, and if it did they were just too disturbing to even consider.
"I would have kissed you goodbye, but I had just orgasmed in your mouth. So, goodbye. I will call you sometime later, and also, if you masturbate while thinking about me, do remember to record it and send it to me. That way, we can keep a record of how many times you think about me while touching yourself," he said, pulling out a hazel-colored watch and a small box from his pocket and placing them on the table. "Take this. I don't know what color you like, so I just chose the one with the same color as your eyes."
Venice listened to Kevin's rambling, but as soon as he handed her the smartwatch, her face brightened, and she picked it up. "Does this come with a hologram function? Chloe was begging her father for one for a long time," she said excitedly.
"I give it to you, so you better keep it for yourself," Kevin said, knowing she was considering giving it to her younger daughter, and walked toward the door.
"Why can't I? It's mine now, I can give it to anyone I want," Venice said, hiding the watch and box behind her back from Kevin thinking he might snatch it back.
"Then consider it your last gift from me if you do," saying this he walked out the door.
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James, a not-so-successful alchemist, tried his best to convince the shopkeeper to buy his lower-grade qi potions for 1700 units. He gave his pitch with earnestness, hoping for a miracle.
"Sir, please, I know it's not high grade like these ones, but can you just buy them for 1700 units, just 1700? Their efficiency is just a bit lowered than these," James pleaded with the shopkeeper, who seemed unimpressed by his salesmanship. This shopkeeper was a lean fellow with long, shaggy hair and round specs that made him look like a quirky genius.
The shopkeeper, giving James a sympathetic yet skeptical look, shook his head. "James, my man, even purchasing this perfect qi potion from you is a favor I'm doing as a friend. You know how bad your reputation is in the market, and now you want me to purchase these faulty ones too?"
James, undeterred by the shopkeeper's refusal, continued to persist with unwavering optimism. "Please, sir Jinko, please consider. You can at least sell them for 3000 units, even if they are lower quality."
He knew he had a bad reputation, which was why he was selling his products at a lower price. If not, he wouldn't have to come to the shop; customers would have sought him out.
After purchasing Irista flower leaves from Kevin, James started making the potions. These white flower petals were used to create qi potions that cultivators consumed to increase their qi.
James had bought nearly 140 petals from Kevin, and each potion required one petal. He managed to achieve a success rate of at least 70%, which was considered above average talent in alchemy. However, he needed more money to pay off his loan installment, which was due in a week. He couldn't afford more petals to make potions.
He needed to sell 10,000 units of potions to gather enough money for the loan installments. The problem was that he had already sold all the good products he had made, and now he was left with only lower-grade ones. People used to flock to buy even the scraps from him, but after an honest mistake, nobody was willing to help him anymore.
In frustration, James thought, 'This is all because of that bastard and his wife... I am going to make them pay for this,' as he walked out of the shop with about ten crystal bottles, each about the size of a finger, in his hand.
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