It was early in the morning when he went back to his office and sat in his office chair browsing the main military-Chanel site through the office AI to read the assignments he got recently and had already sent to his chief and boss-turned-lover lady, as well as the new pending case studies that only just arrived a few days ago.
"Terrific! I got all of them excellent ratings from my boss. What a lovely morning?" Bobby said to himself, feeling proud of his works.
"Fair enough! I'm proud of you, man. You managed to bonk with her the entire night just after all that shitty thing happened between you two." The mellifluous voice of Cynthia echoed inside his head, giving him a more positive, energetic early morning and making it more vibrant.
"Oh, come on, Cynthia. Stop eavesdropping. It's not fair… both morally or otherwise." Bobby complained, but he made an amiable smile, reminiscing about his last night with Scarlette.
"Bro, it's not my fault. Okay, literally, I'm attached to you wherever you go. So, considering the fact once again, it's rather not my fault…. at all." Cynthia, the guardian of his Unholy System, defended.
"And seriously, you should also stop uttering the word 'Bonking' too much," Bobby added that as this was the most frequent word that came out of her mouth not less than five thousand times yesterday, and that whenever she spoke and rang something similar to her voice, naturally this was the very word that came to his mind as if she had trained him somehow, which irritated him a bit.
"Seriously, bro. What's wrong with saying 'bonking'? Anyway, unlike terms like fucking, coitus, shagging, humping, and whatever nonsense you named them as you humans pronounced, I found this word quite funnier and trending. And all over, in any case, I simply love to say the word bonking. See this, bro, I have a rap song for you." Cynthia replied.
Then she cleared her voice and began rapping her long line of verse while also acting like the famous rappers, waving her hands, moving her hips, shredding her head. "Ahem-ahem,...One, two, three…. And go… Last night, Mr. Bob, Yo-Yo-Yo, my man here, I caught him, I see him, eyeing, peaking, drooling, and scanning inside his beautiful robot's panty and he liked to bonk, and to bloody bonk with the sexy robot.
Yeah, oh yeah, he found it quite shy to bonk in front of me. So, in frustration, he went to his lover-slash-boss lady and bonked with her and bonked with her all night. Yeah-all night. Oh, come on, say the words bonk-bonk-bonk, bonkha-bonk!.... "
Following the song, she continued rapping for several minutes, mostly using the word 'Bonking'. After she finished her song, she took a deep breath and asked, "Amazing, right?"
On the other hand, Bobby was gawping at her naked body, admiring the bouncing of her twin melons as she made some powerful dancing movements in synchronous with her singing. "Oh, hell yeah! It's fucking awesome. Can you sing another song again?"
At first, she was overjoyed as she heard him praising her for singing and she said while shuffling her long hair happily. "I know, right? Bro, so, I say bonk for life. Bonk while you can, wasting your youth."
"Yeah, now I see them all. I can't agree more. B-Bonk–it has a certain gritty charm, a powerful one." He said while looking at her milky white pair of boobs dreamily.
Cynthia saw his face all red, blushing, and came to understand the current situation after pondering for a while and she said angrily, "Hey, you-dog, all this time I thought you're really listening to my singing but you are…..argh… simply peeking at me." The lady then snapped her fingers, and in the next moment, something white, fluffy, and cotton-like appeared inside his mind and gathered around her, then it covered most of her private parts, and finally, it ended someone from making a peeping uncle Tom. "Bugger off. Back to work!"
"Argh!... This's the very first worst thing that happened to me this morning. And I hope this ends here." Bobby lamented as he muttered under his breath.
"Hee-hee-hee. So, you want to see me naked once more?..." Cynthia kept giggling and added. "Worry not, my friend, if you can activate the second form of your Devil's Eye ocular skill, you might have the chance of seeing me… naked once again."
On seeing him almost smile, she further added, "Hmm, but the chance is very thin. By your current standard of understanding and comprehending the skill, I think you will take another 30, no, 50 years for you, to be exact, to raise the ocular skill to another level." "But worry not, if you answer or, maybe relate something truthfully, about something, then I might consider uncovering this comfy cover from my body." And she omitted her next statement inside her head. "Anyway, I prefer to stay naked."
"Oh, really? What's it?" Bobby responded hurriedly, without even thinking, as he was clearly addicted to seeing her naked when he was ?bored or tired all the time. So he was ready to do anything to behold that heavenly sight once again.
"Nothing much…. Well-well, why don't you tell me what really happened between you and your little butterfly… oh, Scarlette, the lady with lotus mark over her behind?" Cynthia said in a casual and friendly tone.
"Hey, I think you have probably known about it already. Didn't you?..... You always eavesdrop on me and it's pretty obvious that you don't need me to retell that boring story." Bobby replied.
"Actually, I missed that part… I went into a silent slumber after that first month of your rigorous training with your Sensei. So, hey, I'm saying the truth here; yeah, I know shit about that day." Cynthia said sincerely, and she further insisted. "Now, can you tell me? I'm so much curious to hear your part of how you managed to piss her that much. Go on."
"Fine, then there's nothing serious to hide from you, anyway. And you have already heard some part of it from her last night." Bobby then began to tell the story of what really happened three months ago between him and Scarlette Chanel. "From the very first day, I began my martial training under my strict Sensei Kemino. I was all into the training. I mean, I give my all in that training. So, for every day, starting from the following day onward, I began to follow a strict routine. I then usually have daily morning breakfast with my sensei and Diana, then I'll do some physical training for a couple of hours, then I will go to the office. And in the office, I focus only on work-related things and nothing much. After that, I returned with Diana to her castle that lie on that island and continued another long session of different types of training, then eat, then read for the next several hours in the library while reading numerous books. And then, I would sleep for five hours and the same routine will follow the next morning."
"So this keeps going on, on a regular basis, without taking a break for almost a month. But on the last day, something really urgent comes up." Then the course of the events that happen on that day as…..
(Flashback) Bobby was currently doing his research on various samples of blood he collected with the greenish sample of the Titan Might serum. From time to time, he would write something on the wide blackboard that was inside his laboratory.
On the other hand, Mia would stay behind him a bit farther away, clearly showing that she was really bored with it, as science, which was also experimentation, was not really her thing.
Suddenly, a beeping sound broke Bobby's concentration, and he checked inside his mind as he cursed for disturbing him, and he was almost stunned by the notification that popped up in his mind.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
[Warning! Warning! Warning!]
[ Host left not less than half an hour to complete the mission of mating with Doctor Scarlette Chanel ]
[ If the host failed to make Doctor Scarlette Chanel his woman in time, then as a penalty, the Host'll surely become erectile dysfunction for the next three years. ]
At the same time, he saw a timer counting down;
29:12
29:11
29:10
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"Oh, shit!" Bobby exclaimed, and he hushed. "I almost forgot this mission. Well," He then rushed out of the laboratory and called, "Diana, quickly at my office." And later she also bolted out of the room, following closely after ?him.
Inside his office room, under his instruction, who was now clearly acting all nervous, unlike how he usually behaved, Diana tried to make an official line with Scarlette Chanel. But sadly, no one connected to their lines, and she kept trying for the last twenty minutes, and finally, she get connected with her.
"Hello, this's Doctor Scarlette Chanel. Who am I speaking to?" A lady's voice could be heard from the speaker connecting the line.
Before Diana could even reply, Bobby breezed in while speaking briskly. "Hey, it's me, Bradford."
"Oh, it's you."
"Hey, just answered me quickly. Where are you right now?"
"Oh, I'm in my home, my quarter. What's going on, assistant Chief?"
Bobby instead disconnected the line and then he stormed out of his office building and he jumped inside the red vehicle.
Diana rushed out in time and asked from just outside the car door. "Hey, what's going on? Can I tag along with you?"
"No, I have something urgent to do alone right now. See you then…" After replying quickly, Bobby hit the engine and drove it away, leaving the location quickly.
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