mousepad-d2 Chapter 452 451: So, there's really ten million in here?
Chapter 452 451: So, there's really ten million in here?
Deep within a jungle, a beautiful female assassin leaned against a tree after being bitten several times by mosquitoes. She bent over and vomited up a considerable amount of semen. After the man beside her handed her a bottle of water, she glanced at the still energetic man and finally raised her hand in surrender. Before she could speak, she vomited again.
"Blegh… I give up."
Christie looked at Ryuji, her eyes full of resentment and fear.
Even though she had to admit that the experience itself was pleasurable, and she knew most women would never experience anything like what she had over the past two days, she doubted many women had ever experienced eating so much semen that they actually started vomiting.
And more importantly…
The man in front of her was a monster.
He literally never got tired.
Christie's heart was overflowing with bitterness. Normally, even strong men and women only lasted around ten minutes at a time. Maybe twenty with drugs involved. As an assassin, she was very familiar with the moments when humans were at their weakest.
But the man beside her was completely different.
"The stronger a martial artist becomes, the more sensitive their nerves become. The easier it is for them to feel subtle sensations, the easier it is for them to reach climax early. No matter how strong their body is, at most they just last one or two more rounds than normal people. So, why are you…"
Looking at the still fully erect cock between his legs, Christie felt nauseous again, not just because of the smell, but because she had practically spent the entire day swallowing it.
Even her endurance had limits.
What kind of woman besides a crazed nymphomaniac would actually enjoy eating this stuff?!
She screamed internally, and even briefly considered hiring several fellow assassins to target Ryuji, only for them to end up being thoroughly fucked by him too, just so her own suffering could be shared around a bit.
But after thinking about it carefully, she realized that if Ryuji ever found out she had hired assassins against him, he would only react in one of two ways.
Either he'd think she was gifting women to him.
Or he'd think she wasn't loyal enough.
In the end, she gave up on the idea. Although she knew several attractive female assassins, their lifestyles were already pretty chaotic, and if she dragged them into this only for them to unite against her afterward, it would become a huge problem.
Even the assassin industry required social skills. Offending too many people never ended well.
"In that case, just contact Helena or Douglas directly. Here's their contact information. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday night, I'll come find you. And if you want to ambush me, remember to pick a good location."
Ryuji stretched lazily. Once Christie finally submitted, things had actually become a bit boring.
Still, this female assassin really was interesting. He had managed to squeeze more than a thousand energy points out of her, which clearly meant she counted as a 'plot character.' But the most interesting thing was still her unyielding spirit. Ryuji could tell that what had truly forced her into submission wasn't his big dick at all, but rather his unpredictable teleportation ability. She simply didn't want to spend the rest of her life being hunted by someone who could appear anywhere at any time.
"Though you could also get yourself some kind of emergency alarm. If you ever run into danger, press it so it calls my number directly. I can appear beside you instantly and save you."
After speaking, Ryuji summoned a stream of clean water to wash away the sticky fluids covering both himself and Christie. His words caused Christie to fall silent again.
She had always desperately wanted to know how Ryuji kept finding her, but now it seemed that he possessed some kind of spatial ability.
This kind of power wasn't especially unheard of. Christie had encountered similar people before. But if a spatial ability user also possessed Ryuji's terrifying reaction speed and physical strength…
Then that became extremely troublesome.
Christie watched the flowing water wash over her body. After mentally raising Ryuji's threat level even further, she directly asked her question.
"So, if I trap you inside an enclosed space, I can kill you?"
"You're welcome to try. Also, that card really does have ten million dollars in it. So, why not seriously consider becoming my little pet? It's not like I'd heavily restrict your freedom."
Ryuji dispersed the stream of water, sniffed himself to confirm there was no lingering scent of Christie on his body, then casually reminded her.
Christie froze for a moment.
From the very beginning, she hadn't believed a single word Ryuji said. She had treated the claim about ten million dollars in the card as complete nonsense.
But judging by his attitude now…
He was serious?
There really was ten million dollars in that card?
If that were true, then why the hell would she keep working as an assassin?!
Wouldn't enjoying life be better?!
Wasn't the entire point of life just good health, fine clothes and food, luxury houses, expensive cars, and comfort?
With ten million dollars, she already had enough!
And if she ever have sexual needs, this "boss" of hers can easily satisfy them too. Somehow her entire life had instantly become complete.
As long as she didn't try buying some gigantic luxury yacht, she can even afford a small private island.
Swallowing nervously, Christie looked down at the bank card in her hand before asking carefully,
"So, there's really ten million in here?"
Ryuji looked at her face and couldn't help but ask.
"Otherwise?"
His words silenced her. Because she genuinely had never believed there could actually be ten million dollars inside.
"…Wait. Don't tell me you kept trying to escape because you thought I was bluffing and wanted you to work for free, were you?"
Ryuji asked the question that he most wanted to know.
"Anyway, I'll do what you asked. But risking my life for them is impossible. You shouldn't have any problem with that, right?"
Christie coughed awkwardly and immediately changed the subject.
Over the years, after all the killing and dangerous jobs she'd done, she had only managed to save a few hundred thousand dollars. People who make quick-money rarely built real savings anyway, because hoarding money in her line of work practically amounted to suicide.
"That part doesn't matter. You just need to notify me."
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