"Wow, like, yeah, ahaha, just like that! You're really nailing this," Kevin praised, his hand gently stroking Samira's head, even as her eyes shot daggers at him.
'Why did I agree to this?' she wondered, her throat contracting slightly as she applied gentle suction to extract the remaining semen from Kevin's penis. She let it slide down her throat directly, not wanting to deal with the taste on her tongue again.
The texture from before still churned her stomach, but she managed to keep it under control. As Kevin complimented her on her performance, her irritation only grew. With a quick flick of her hand, she brushed his hand away from her head. With one final flick of her tongue around his penis, she ceased her actions, her furious gaze fixed on Kevin as she wiped the semen from the corners of her lips. But it was too late; As her entire face was smeared with it.
"Alright, now hand over the potions," she demanded, rising from her position and tucking her breasts back into her bra.
Pulling the potion from the space ring, he placed on the table near her bed, Samira swiftly retrieved it and stowed it away in her own space ring, as if afraid Kevin might try to reclaim it. "And the other two?" she inquired, her tone marked with impatience.
"What other two?" Kevin feigned confusion while he pulled his pants back up.
"We had a deal for three," Samira's voice grew more irritated, her tone sharp. She continued with frustration evident in her words, "Don't tell me you're changing the terms again."
"Who said anything about changing them? You'll get them, but each additional one will cost you another blowjob," Kevin said nonchalantly, buttoning up his pants.
While he spoke with an air of carelessness, Samira's eyes blazed with anger. With a tone that mixed fury and a veiled threat, she warned, "You do know I could end your life, right?"
"Yeah, I'm well aware, but you haven't, have you? There must be something holding you back from killing me. Maybe it's the fact that I can conjure these Immortal Qi potions on demand," Kevin retorted, though it was more of a speculation on his part. He couldn't fathom why she hadn't killed him yet.
Being just a foundational realm cultivator with linked meridians, he seemed like an easy target. In the face of her strength, what could be stopping her from either ending his life or forcing him to provide those highly coveted potions for free? Kevin contemplated this dilemma and eventually arrived at a conclusion.
'She's probably afraid that someone powerful is backing me up,' he thought. It was a logical assumption. How else could a cultivator of his modest level seemingly possess an impressive stash of over forty Immortal-tier potions? In her mind, he might have been procuring them from another cultivator capable of producing them at will or who possessed an immense reservoir to dispense them freely.
'So he must have some sort of powerful support,' Samira seethed inwardly, though she managed to rein in her anger. Acting on her impulse to kill or harm him could lead to unintended consequences, especially if he indeed had someone watching his back.
"Hey, it's not like I won't give you those potions. It's just that you'll have to earn them by providing me with blowjobs. Besides, it's not like you can consume them all at once, right? I've got about 14 days before I head to the Chernobog's den. That should give me enough time to instruct you to give a blowjob like an expert," Kevin remarked, his tone nonchalant as he moved toward the door.
"Remember, you've got my contact information. Reach out whenever you're ready for more potions, okay?" With those words, he departed, leaving Samira seething with suppressed rage.
As the door closed behind Kevin, Samira was left alone in her room, the aftermath of their encounter lingering in the air. She stood there for a moment, her thoughts racing as she grappled with the complex mix of emotions that churned within her.
Anger burned fiercely in her chest, fueled by a sense of violation and manipulation. She felt like she had been cornered into this situation, forced to compromise her dignity and principles for the sake of those potent qi potions. The fact that Kevin seemed so casual about it, as if he held all the cards, only served to stoke the flames of her frustration.
She glanced at her space ring, where the first qi potion was safely stored. The allure of its power was undeniable, and she knew it could provide a significant advantage in her cultivation. But at what cost? The memory of his fluids on her lips and face, the feeling of his dominance over her, made her stomach churn.
Recalling the image of her entire face smeared with semen, Samira stormed into the bathroom, her anger escalating. The reflection in the mirror revealed her once beautiful face now marred by a mess of white, sticky liquid. It trailed down her skin, creeping along her sloping neck. Unable to bear the sight any longer, she hastily turned on the faucet and began to scrub her face vigorously in the washbasin.
"Why am I even doing this? He'll just do it on my face again," she muttered, her anger now edged with a tone of despair. Her voice quivered as she continued, almost on the brink of tears. The misty glint in her eyes seemed to blend with the water streaming down her face, creating the illusion that she was in agony.
The individual responsible for her current predicament strolled down the road, a broad smile gracing their lips.
"What a fruitful day," Kevin murmured, his gaze fixed on a transparent screen that only they could see.
[Status
Name :- Kevin Morison
Post: Store Owner
Store Level: Street Shop
Realm: None
STR : 22
AGL : 18
DIX : 17
STM : 19
CHM : 12
INT : 15
Attribute points : 0
Cultivation technique : Essence Harmonization Lv 1 (0.179%)(Divine)
Skills : Active skills:- Soldier blade Lv 2 (97%), Yin Rising Hands Lv 1 (0.09%)
Passive skills :- Lust Aura Lv 1 (7%)
Omni Tokens :- 16700]
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