"This is not the life I wanted" sighed Jack. He always had dreams of grandeur as a kid. He first wanted to be a scientist whose discoveries would change the world. An inventor that would create time travel or even a writer whose books  people would die to read. However as reality would have it he ended up being a corporate slave. Sure, the job payed well, but something was always missing.

So when he saw a devil summoning ritual in the dusty corners of the city library, he didn't hesitate to try it out, this was his chance for greatness. 

'Finally, my time has come. Even if I have to sell my soul  will ask for infinite superpowers and will become the overlord of this puny planet - muahaaaaaa"

-evil cackles ensue-

Only it actually worked...

"So, you are the devil"

"Righto buddy!"

"The real deal"

"Yep, Sure as 'hell''

....

"Get it cause I'm a devil and all-"

"Why do you look like a potato then"

"Cause I am the The POTATO devil king ~ ain't I just a cutie ;)"

....
Right in the middle of the pentagram was a potato with two horns and even a tail with an arrow at the end. It had two googly eyes and one big mouth with creepy teeth.

It looked as if it had just come out of a cheap cartoon show or comic strip.
...

"Congratulations on finding the summoning ritual!"
"YOU have been chosen to be sent to another world"

"Why?"

"I dunno the WPC asked for a normie and you are as useless as they get"

"Hey! Excuse me but that's how most of us are on this planet"

"Yadda-yadda, lets just say you won the lucky draw- so i am gonna transmigrate you, pls try to be an everyday hero, i am short on coins do pls be entertaining!"

"Yo! Potato-ass wait a min-"

"OK, so you get 
- Beginners luck- godly plot armour lasts for 2 arcs
- an old Nokia 600, with only one number in it (mine)
- and as i am being so generous I will take away your luck in love"

"Whats with the last one! Now I am supposed to be unlucky in love or something!"

"Yes, It adds comedic opportunities and improves your mc aura"

"Why would i need an MC aura? Can I cancel this summon?"

"To keep the readers entertained ~ obviously. Anyways see you on the other side. Give me a ring if you need help!"

"Y-you will help me! Looks like you aren't so bad after all"

"I'll mostly just get a good laugh out of it, and if I do help, I will still take something in return, you have already lost your luck in love."

"You son of a-"

"Off you go!"

Then all faded to black.

Jack once wanted to be a scientist, then a writer,a job that would move the world.

Unfortunately the cruel reality, and the need for money brought him to the path the masses pursued for riches, engineering and buisness studies.

Little did he know that fate would take an unexpected turn and he would transmigrate to a new world.

Armed with his knowledge from 21st century Earth. He would become the strongest shopkeeper.

Watch his journey as he makes new friends and scams his opponents to bankruptcy.

Abby hadn't expected the lynx kitten to stick around once it realized there wasn't any jerky left. But it refused to leave even when she went to sleep that night. It curled up next to her on her bedroll like any house cat would. 
It was gone when she woke up as expected but it returned to her side with some sort of rodent in its mouth before they packed up the wagons and left for the day. It slept in her lap as they traveled and repeated this pattern for three days. 
At that point she realized the lynx was here to stay so she gave it a name. Not knowing whether it was male or female, Abby decided to simply call it Simba. No one here would know it was named after a male cartoon lion if it ended up being a girl except Katie. 
Blaise had already apologized for laughing at her when he finally calmed himself down for real but she was still a bit put out with him. What kind of whacked out sense of humor did he have? 
She should have known. It was her fault for trying to get him to laugh in the first place; her expectations had been too high. 
By the time they reached the base of the mountains and parted ways with the merchants, Abby was so over traveling. Camping out like that with a bunch of strangers had been the most memorable road trip she'd had since Spring Break her freshman year of college. 
She, her roommates, and one of their boyfriends had packed themselves into a tiny four-door sedan and driven all the way from Atlanta to Las Vegas. It took three days to get there and another three days to get back so they only had one day to do anything. 
What they ended up doing was going on one of those buffet tours and hitting up all of the major buffets on the Strip for $69.99 each at the boyfriend's suggestion. That had been a day Abby would never forget. She had never felt so sick in her entire life. 
The day after when they started their drive back to Atlanta everyone spent most of the drive taking turns puking into plastic bags. That was a day she would never forget either. 
Abby cheerfully waved everyone off and thanked them for everything before she and Blaise headed to a nearby stable to purchase a horse. She didn't know how to ride and they had already been warned that the winding mountain paths were too treacherous for a beginner. 
Blaise would have to walk in front and lead the horse so Abby and the bedrolls could fit on its back. After strapping everything on and getting a leg up from her companion, she sat in the saddle with her long skirt spread out as best as she could manage.  
What else was she supposed to do? She didn't know how to ride sidesaddle like in a period drama so she had asked for a regular one figuring it would be easier. All she had to do was sit and let Blaise take the lead. 
His face pinked even though he tried to keep his eyes averted when helping her up. She was fairly certain part of her calf had been visible while trying to rearrange the skirt. 
It wasn't any worse than wearing shorts back home but she supposed he had never seen anything so scandalous in his life. People here truly did live differently. Abby wasn't sure how Katie was able to stand it. 
Simba lazily opened one eye at the commotion before resuming his nap on top of her bedroll. 
=== 
"I think we're lost," Abby informed her companion after they had been walking in what appeared to be circles for the past forty-five minutes. 
Blaise shook his head, frustration tinting his tone. "That is not possible. I have been following the map perfectly." 
"Then why have we passed this same weird-looking tree stump four times?"
It was the oldest road trip argument in the book, long before the days of GPS. Her parents had told their kids horror stories about how ineffective maps could be if they were read wrong pretty much any time they went on a road trip growing up. 
He sighed. "You read it then if you are so clever."
Abby didn't know anything about maps! All she knew was that they had definitely passed the same stump four times so they had to be going in the wrong direction. 
"I don't know how. But we need to go a different way."
It was unfortunate that there wasn't even anyone to ask for directions. They were in the literal middle of nowhere right now. The only things nearby were trees, various shrubs, and birds flying overhead. 
"What way could we possibly go that we have not tried yet?" Blaise growled, running a hand through his hair in agitation. 
"One of the ways we went before but turn the opposite direction at the fork? Don't ask me! I'm not a GPS!"
"What is a—you know what, I don't care."
Abby did a double take. Did he use a contraction for the first time? He had been spending a lot of time with her and she used them constantly out of habit. It was said that people began talking like the ones they hung out with the most.
She was so surprised by this that she kept her mouth shut as he consulted the map again and tried to go a different way. He actually took her completely random suggestion seriously and they found themselves away from the stump at last. 
Were they going in the right direction? Who knew. But at least they weren't going in circles anymore.

Katie Pullman, a chronically ill girl who spends her life immersed in fiction, suddenly finds herself inside a novel she has read. Thrown right into the thick of things, she desperately tries to keep the plot intact but happy endings aren't always as they seem...

The bell rang and classes started. I looked to my left, three seats from me beside the window, empty. The guilt hitting me hard. The teacher started calling for attendance.

Rick - absent. 

Was it my fault for pushing him away? Should have I done otherwise and thanked him? Darn you Rick, making me feel bad in your absence. I hate to admit it but I want to see him so badly especially after what happened yesterday. I know he's just worried about me but I wasn't used to being taken care of. I don't know when I would be.

Class ended and for the second time of the week, I couldn't understand a thing. I dragged my feet to the PubRoom with Jessie by my side. 

"You look pale." She commented, "please don't pass out again, we have work to do."

"I know."

"And Rick's worried about you. That asshole bugged me the last time."

Rick. Why does his name pop up all the time? Or was I just too conscious about him now? I shook my head, I don't need to get distracted. 

Jessie suddenly grabbed me by the arm before I had the chance to open the door to the PubRoom.

"What do you feel about him?" Jessie blurted out. "You seemed different when around him."

"What do you mean?" I asked, although I knew exactly what she was trying to say. 

"You know what." She averted her eyes from me. "Just take care of him, please."

"Good afternoon." I greeted the moment Jessie and I stepped in the PubRoom. Gladly no one sensed the tension between us.

"Good afternoon, Chief." Monica, the Managing Editor said. "The basketball captain is here. I told him to leave because of the meeting but he won't move. Sorry."

I nodded to her and looked. There, on the seat beside my usual spot was occupied by Rick. His cheeks rested on the table and his eyes were closed. He looked...

Before I could even think of a word to describe him, a half empty bottled water came flying across the room. 

"Hey!" Jessie exclaimed. "I even bothered coming over to wake you up and you're absent?"

Rick rubbed his head where the water bottle hit him. "I know, I know, sorry." He yawned. "I'm feeling lazy today."

"Asshole." Jessie murmured and Rick smiled at her. 

I felt a twinge in my chest when I see Rick and Jessie this close. I took a deep breath and took a seat beside him. Today he smelled like coffee. 

The rest of the staff took their places. Jessie seated beside Rick on my right, Monica on my left, beside her the treasurer, Erica. Across me were Raymond, head artist, Bea, literary editor, Ella, features editor, Jimmy sports editor, and Lloyd the photographer. Also present were Jo and Jed, they're twins and layout artists, Andrew, Annie, May, Charmaine and Gina, senior staff writers and Belle, Carmela and Miko our cartoonists, and Raymond the head artist.

"Shall we start?" I said when everyone's settled. "OK, let's start with the news, Andrew please."

"All approved articles are already forwarded to layouts to be typed. We're in schedule." He said.

The staff knew the drill when I ask for progress report, I didn't need to cue them for questions.

"Sport section is done with the articles and editorial. We are just waiting for the announcement of the next captain." All eyes turned to Rick who laughed nervously.

"Can you tell us when the announcement will be?" I asked him directly. 

"Ehm.. , Saturday after our practice, you guys will be the first to know."

I nodded.

"Aside from that article we're in schedule." Jimmy continued.

Bea was next. She handed me a folder with atleast 20 poems and short stories. "We've reached the quota for the newspaper. Those were initially approved but didn't make it to layout. Those were excess."

I nodded. I need to make something out of these.

"All features are done. Book and movie reviews are in layouts, the person and blog review articles are in editing and will be done by Monday."

"Comic strips are done as well as the editorial cartoon." Belle said, we'll be working with layouts once all articles are in for the rest of the artworks."

"Ericka." I called," I also want a financial report please." 

"The school will be releasing our funds by Wednesday next week. I don't have an estimate of how much we'll be funded."

"Do you think we'll have budget for special release? Maybe 20 to 25 pages including cover, editorial and TOC?"

"We still have savings from our last release, as long as it's not 100% colored we can make it work."

I started tapping my fingers, a habit when I think. The staff was quiet waiting for instructions. Rick, who's not used to the publication's workflow turned to Jessie with confusion.

"He's thinking." She told him. "Keep quiet."

I sighed and smiled.

"Depending on the budget report I want a special literary booklet using these" I lifted the folder Bea gave me. "10 poems, 2 essay or a short story and 5 pages of artworks or comic strip."

Bea, knowing she would be handling the project raised her hand. "What would be the title, chief?"

"Chief?" Rick whispered to me. "What's TOC?"

I've almost forgotten about him. I turned and smiled. His face flushed red. "Thanks" I told him.

"Table of Contents, TOC. Can we make something with that theme?"

Bea nodded. "I can make it work."

"Thanks Bea. Ella, since you're done with features, help Bea. Miko work the art and cover. Let's keep it within 20 to 25 pages. I'll write the editorial. Deadline is.."

I turned to Jessie. She's better in setting deadlines than me. I tend to make it short and the staff ends up cramming. 

"Let's do it in three weeks. We can have it printed same day as the newsletter, we could even get a discount on the printers."

"You guys heard her. Any more question?"

Silence. 

"Please answer this nomination form for the next editorial staff." I passed the form around. "I want it asap, please."

I waited for any objection but there was none.

"That's it for today. Good job guys." 

Everyone moved to their spaces to start working. I sighed and relaxed. 

"He's cool right?" I heard Bea spoke to Rick. "Our chief."

"Yea he is." He glanced at me. "He's amazing."

Alvin is bad at making conversations. He's smart and popular but he mostly kept to himself. One day, basketball captain Rick invaded his personal space and is throwing him off. How would Alvin handle this invasion? And what is Rick's motive for doing so?

The business dinner with Mr Randolph was draining. It seems the man wanted to have a family dinner instead of a business dinner since he foolishly brought along not only his ill-mannered daughter but also his brash wife. What, in the name of blazes, did he get himself into?

Okay, you can't be cussing now, Xavier. Did their lack of self-image rob off on you?  You couldn't have fallen this low just after spending only twelve minutes in their company, could you? He berated himself in his head.

He needed this man's resources for his new side business. That's the only thing keeping him in his seat, otherwise, he'd have cut the proposal into tiny bits and stuff this noisy family with it just so they'd shut up and let him have his dinner in peace. Since they arrived, it's been from one chitchat to another that's got nothing to do with why he's here. How did he descend so low as to associate himself with people who obviously lacked propriety, huh? People often say deck a pig with pearls and fine linens, and it'll still remain a pig. This description is quite apt for the Randolph's. This man may have the means, but obviously have no sense of shame. Mr Randolph is lucky to have come from old money, otherwise how then could this man have made it in the business world? This family now ranked number three on his list of annoying meddling old folks.

Xavier felt a headache coming as he watched the Randolph's make subtle moves of trying to pitch their daughter to him. The young lady's perfume was suffocating him. Did she bath herself in it? Plus the fact that she can't keep her hands to herself. She keeps brushing up against him every now and then, and it's irking him to his guts. He regretted asking Peter, his PA, to leave earlier. At least he'd have made sure he sat between him and this annoying young lady.

Xavier picked up his phone and sent a text to his head of bodyguards, Dmitri.

Get me out of here in 10 minutes.

He dropped his phone back and picked up his wine glass.

"Xavier, have more of dinner. You hardly ate anything," Francisca Randolph tried to butter up to him. "Sophia, why don't you serve Xavier the Shrimp Fajitas. It tastes heavenly," she hinted to her daughter.

"Thank you Mrs Randolph, but I'm full," he said, stopping the lady. "I had a late lunch earlier and I over ate a bit. Why don't we go straight to why we are here Mr Randolph? I have another meet up to catch up to after here." he added, turning to Mr Randolph.

"Yes, yes, yes of course," the man cackled in his loud voice. He has a way of repeating words and it grates on the nerves.

"I've read through the documents and everything looks good. So, of course, I'm willing to invest in this business idea."

"That's great to know, Mr Randolph"

Mr Randolph laughed and waved his hand "Let's not stand on ceremony, Xavier. Call me Eugene. I think it is appropriate since we are going into a partnership, don't you think so?"

"Of course Eugene," Xavier agreed, but added, "Let's not also forgot that this is strictly a business partnership mutually beneficial to our business growth. Business is relaxing and enjoyable when each party understand their boundaries, don't you think so? Xavier also asked, a slight grin playing on his lips. The dimples on his cheeks adding more allure to his handsome features. 

His dark eyes glittered deeply in the soft light of the fancy high-end restaurant. His last statement sounded more like a warning. The wide smile on Mr Randolph's face faltered. This young man is too blunt. But he is also one of the top rich eligible bachelors in Dayton. How nice it would be to marry off Sophia to him. That way his influence and status will increase the more. He looked at his beautiful daughter who keeps stealing looks at Xavier with something akin to adoration in her eyes. If this was a cartoon strip, one may even see red heart shapes popping from her brown eyes. Maybe they came on too strongly for Xavier, but he has never denied his daughter anything. And she desires this young man. Now that there is an opportunity to work closely with him, shouldn't they make use of it?

"Of course, Xavier. Business comes first," he coughed slightly to hide the awkwardness that has come to settle around them. "What's the next step?"

"My PA will send you the contract tomorrow. You can have your lawyers look at it too before signing and sending it back to me.  This is the last week of July. If we can get the paperwork all sorted out by month end, then the project can take off fully by Mid August."

Whilst they discuss on the last minute details, Dimitri walked in and stood at a respectable distance from the table, but within sight of his boss so he'll know it's time to go as he requested. He wore the signature white shirt and dark suit of the bodyguards' attire that fit snugly over his muscular 6ft 5" frame. The dark goggles he wore, which actually has a cam recorder, covered his piercing, deep-set eyes making him appear more mysterious and intimidating.

Glancing over at him, Xavier strengthened.
"I need to run. Thank you for the lovely dinner, Eugene. I hope we have a successful partnership," he said, standing up and stretching his hands to shake Mr Randolph's hands. 

"Yes, it was a lovely dinner," Francisca Randolph breathed, standing with her husband as Xavier courteously bent to kiss her on the cheeks. As he turned to give same to their daughter, the young lady slyly pushed into his body, hugging him slightly. From a distance, one would think they were intimate. At that exact time, a paparazzo who was hiding behind a potted plant at the corner of the restaurant a little distance behind Xavier caught the moment on camera. Xavier's tall back was captured. Sophia Randolph's face showed delight whilst hugging a tall handsome man.

Xavier pushed her off immediately, Using his handkerchief, he flicked his dinner jacket as if some pesky fly had perched on it. This girl looks innocent but Xavier has a feeling she may be as sly as a fox. Not sparing her a single glance, he walked away leaving Sophia flushing in embarrassment.

"Ouch!"

Lolita rubbed her nose, her heavily medicated glasses falling to the ground alongside an iPad Pro 12.9" tablet. The right lens of her glasses seemed to have broken off from its rims, the bridge has broken apart too. For the tablet... Oh well, the screen looks like millions of tiny glass ants struggling for their last meal. But this was the least of Lolly's worries at the moment.

Gosh! It hurts. Was her nose broken as well? 

"Little girls shouldn't go running along the walkways. They often brake what they can't afford," a cold voice cut into her thoughts.

Lolly looks up into the face of a handsome stranger who seemed to be talking to her. All she could make out was a blurry cold face. Her vision was bleary since her glasses obviously have chosen to get broken and leave her to her blurry fate. Great! The day couldn't get any worse!

"Are you talking to me, Mister?"

The man ignored her. Raising his index finger, two men in dark goggles approached him.

"I don't have time for this. Sort this out." With that said, he began to walk away.

Lolly became much annoyed at the way he ignored. Cocky much!

"Hey Mister, I am talking to you. You broke my glasses, and you may have broken my nose as well."

The arrogant man paused in his steps. He turned slowly and fixed his dark grey eyes on her.

"Trust me, little girl, when you get the bill, you'll wish you'd have broken more than your nose or glasses."

 *********************************
Lolita Jones is a 5ft 5" tomboyish nerdy young lady. A 20-years old high school dropout, the only thing Lolly has going for her is her quick wits and high IQ even though there may be nothing so remarkable about her features. The most important mission in her life is to complete her studies, find a stable job with a comfortable means of income than her current meager pay to take care of herself and her 7-year-old little brother, Skyler.

Xavier Harris, CEO of Harris Conglomerates, cold, aloof and distant. Never loves to mingle and sure holds a strong aversion to those he refers to as "Meddling-Annoying-Chatty-Flirty-Ladies (MACFL).

What happens when a nerdy tomboyish little lady meets an aloof, cold and distant, successful heir?

After the late lunch all four head back home and took showers and freshened up and the kids sat in front of the TV watching cartoons and Ermanno ordered pizza for dinner.
Ermanno saw Xavier and Emerald engulfed in the TV and left them in the living room and went in search of Rose.
Rose was seated on the bed in her bedroom and was deep in taught when Ermanno entered her room.
"Want to talk about it?" Asked Ermanno.
"What should I ask? You knew we were married and yet slept with her and here I was oblivious to the fact that we were even married and still was loyal to you and never was with anyone for all our time apart" said Rose.
"I didn't see anyone for one whole year but then when I saw you pregnant with Ethan's child and engaged. I went to look for a submissive in the BDSM club and found Rosalyn. I didn't love her. We were only friends with benefits" said Ermanno.
"How can you not have feelings with the person you sleep with? You know what, let's move on from this too, like we are so called, moving on from rest of the things. I am too exhausted with what happens in our relationship. We are so complicated" said Rose and got up to leave the room when Ermanno held her arm and said "we will get through this" 
"Yes. We will get through the mistakes you do and as usual I will pay for it." said Rose and removes his hand from her arm and leaves the room.
Rose didn't talk to Ermanno the rest of the evening. 
All four watched a Cartoon movie and ate the pizza in front of the TV.
Ermanno kept on glancing at Rose but she completely ignored him.
Rose had her eyes on the TV but was lost in her own thoughts.
She didn't know what to do anymore. Everytime she gets close to getting a chance of being happy. 
Ermanno happens in her life.
The movie was not even half way done when the kids fell asleep.
Ermanno took Xavier to his room and Rose took Emerald to her room.
Rose then went into her room and was getting ready for bed when Ermanno walks in her room. 
"Don't you know how to knock?" Asked Rose.
"You are my wife. I don't need to knock to come in your room" said Ermanno.
"Exactly. My room not our room" said Rose.
"Fucking stop okay. Fine I fucked another girl. Yes, I didn't tell you or anyone else we were still married. So what? You want me to beg for your forgiveness? Rose we are in a fucked up situation. If you have not noticed we don't have a typical, basic and boring married life. We go to and fro to hurt eachother. That's why I had our rooms separate, for us to figure out where we stand in our relationship. I didn't feel an ounce of guilt sleeping with Rosalyn. Yes, I was thinking of you at times when I fucked her. So what do I do? Feel guilty and die in shame? This is not the real me. I am done pretending. I wanted to fuck and I did it without feeling for her. For me fucking her was like jerking off myself. That's how it is. I am sorry I am not as sensitive as a women." Said Ermanno.
"You are such a man" said Rose.
"Glad you noticed" said Ermanno and walks to her and continues "look, I am sorry for us. I wish it was different but we have to work it out for our children. They can't be punished for what we did to eachother. Please, for us" 
"I am still mad. You should be punished for what you did. You are such a man-whore. " said Rose.
"Punish me." Said Ermanno and pulled her to his chest by circling his hands around her waist.
"Hmm.. now what is the punishment for a husband who sleeps with another women when he already has a fuckable wife?" Said Rose and continued "I know. And I know where I can punish you"
Rose took Ermanno towards the basement which was a bit far away from the main house. 
"What is here?" Asked Ermanno.
"Surprise" said Rose and removed a key and started opening the big heavy basement door which had a big lock.
"Bruce told me to never open this basement but I opened it and found a treasure. You know the fun part? I gave him a wrong key to this lock and kept this key with me. When he tries to open this door it will not open with the key I gave him. He will be so pissed off" laughed Rose and opened the door and as soon as Ermanno came inside the basement he had his eyes wide.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Asked Rose and continued "there are atleast a hundred knives here. It's your father's collection"
"Oh my god. Our kids are upstairs" said Ermanno.
"Relax. They can't open this basement. The door is heavy" said Rose.
"You can" said Ermanno and looked at Rose.
"What do you mean I can? What do you think I can do?" Asked Rose.
"I am getting this place cleaned up" said Ermanno.
"Don't worry about it. Bruce said he will take care of it soon" said Rose and continued "till then, we can use it"
"What do you have in mind, Rose" asked Ermanno with creased eyebrows.
Rose moved towards the chains hanging from the ceiling and stood below it and held two chains and said "look around Ermanno. This is a play room of a sadist. Use the torturing devices on me or do you want me to use them on you. We can play together" 
"Inflicting pain turns me on not receiving it" said Ermanno.
"But I am the one punishing you" said Rose.
"What's my punishments?" Asked Ermanno.
"Play with me. Play with me till I beg you to stop. And when I am satisfied with cumming multiple times without you stopping me. I will give you a punishment that will remind you that you are mine. And are not allowed to go stick your dick in anyone else's holes" said Rose.
"You have a filthy mouth" said Ermanno and moved towards Rose and continued "fine. I'll give you all the pleasure you want as that's the punishment you have assigned for me" 
"Aww.. I am sorry to have given such a dreadful punishment" said Rose narrowing her eyes at Ermanno.
"I'll live through this punishment with a heavy heart" said Ermanno and smirked at her and said "ready to be pleasured thoroughly?" 
"Yes , sir" said Rose.
"You will be one asking for forgiveness in the end of the night Mio Rosa for coming in my life and for making me fall in love with you" said Ermanno.
"Technically it was you who forced himself in my life" said Rose.
"Yes, if you look it from the third person's point of view. But from my point of you, you are responsible for everything because it's always  someone else's fault" said Ermanno.
"You are such a hypocrite" said Rose.
"I am also a dom who will pleasure your every sense today" said Ermanno and kissed her lips very gently and asked "what's your safe word?"
"Sofia. And I am sticking with it" said Rose.
Ermanno looked at Rose with a hard expression and said "be it. Strip"
Rose smiled and started removing her pants.
"I am so happy" said Rose and looked at Ermanno and suddenly stopped.
"Why did you stop?" Asked Ermanno.
Rose placed her hand on her stomach and said "you are seeing me after so long and my body has changed a lot since you remember" Ermanno laughed and said "are you seriously shy from me, my filthy wife?"
Rose looked down and Ermanno could see her holding her shirt tight.
He went close and lifted her face by placing his index finger under her chin and asked "what's wrong, Mio Rosa?"
Rose looked at Ermanno and said  "Emerald, Emerald's delivery was not easy. It was not a natural birth. I had to have a c-section as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. I have a scar on my stomach. I don't want you to be disgusted by it" 
Ermanno left her face and started removing her shirt.
"Ermanno.. " said Rose but Ermanno shushed her.
She stood naked infront of her and Ermanno moved his hand on her scar and Rose looked away and shed tears.
"I wish I could have taken the knife instead of you. I wish I was there with you when you were in pain. I am sorry. I am sorry for the past and I am sorry for us. For what we both went though" and Rose looked up and he continued "this is not a scar mio Rosa. This a tattoo which shows your bravery to fight for our daughter's life." 


He had it all. Wealth, health, good looks and a wonderful family.
Growing up as the only son of the wealthiest and most powerful business man Elisio Devonte had its perks. And to add on it all, being a genius was a cherry on the top.
what else could he want..
ofcourse he wanted a girl in his life. And he found her and he was sure to keep her for life.

Now what could go wrong in his perfect life that made him crave for revenge?
Who spoilt it all?
Who is responsible for creating chaos in his perfect life?
Ermanno knew one thing for sure. The person responsible will pay. And he was ready to welcome them to his hell.

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Chen Shi got back to his seat and continued to eat. Lin Dongxue glanced at the monk and said, "Look, he'll sell you an amulet in a moment."

"Is this a bet?"

"Sure. Whoever loses invites the other for dinner."

The two waited and the monk filled his stomach, came over, and did a Buddhist ritual towards Chen Shi before leaving.

Lin Dongxue was stunned while Chen Shi smiled. "It looks like he's a real monk."

"Not necessarily..."

"Don't always guess based off of your gut feeling, okay?"

"I didn't guess randomly. Nowadays, scammers are rampant on the street. When I see such people, I have to first assume that they're fake."

"That's your way of thinking, so I won't say anything. Let's go!"

The two went back to the car and just started it up when the young monk passed by. Chen Shi rolled down the window and asked, "Where are you going, Master?

The little monk did a Buddhist gesture and responded, "Thank you, donor. I want to go to the Public Security Bureau."

Lin Dongxue exchanged glances with Chen Shi in surprise before asking him, "Little Master, are you going to report a case?"

Chen Shi beckoned. "You should get in the car first. They don't allow parking here."

The young monk didn't seem to have been in a car before and couldn't pull the door open for a long time. Chen Shi reached over and opened the door for him. After entering, Lin Dongxue said, "I'm a criminal police officer. What case do you want to report?

The young monk was very excited and said, "Amitabha[1], it is really fate to meet you two donors... I would like to ask, are murder cases under criminal police's control?"

"Criminal police are specifically responsible for this," Lin Dongxue replied. It seemed that the young monk didn't have much societal common sense. Careful observation revealed that he was extraordinarily young. Because of his shaved hair, he even looked like a minor.

However, his face was pretty decent. If he looked after himself, he would be a handsome young man that would attract a lot of second glances. They weren't sure why such a young man turned into a monk.

"What a coincidence!" Chen Shi smiled. "The two of us, one is a driver and the other is a police officer. They are exactly the people you happen to need."

"He doesn't need you anymore with me here!" Lin Dongxue said. "Little Master, what case are you trying to report?"

"It's a long story."

"Then, let's change the place and sit down and talk!"

Chen Shi took the car around the street and parked under a tea house, then the three went upstairs. The little monk only asked for a plain cup of tea. He faced the table, conducted the Buddhist ritual, and took out a small book from his pocket, which he pushed over.

It was a very old book. Lin Dongxue remembered that when she was in elementary school, she used something like this. It also had outdated cartoon patterns on it. The edges were severely worn and the paper had become yellow.

When they opened the book to take a look, there were several people drawn in it with a pencil like a poorly drawn comic strip. In the first picture, three people sat and chatted together. The perspective of the picture was very odd. There were two people with their backs to them, but the faces could still be seen.

In the second picture, a man was beating another man and a woman was holding the perpetrator's leg for mercy.

In the third picture, a man and a woman were in a room. The man seemed to be bullying the woman. Another man comes in with fury visible on his head.

In the fourth picture, Man A hits Man B's head with an unknown tool. Man A looked fierce, and a woman was kneeling on the ground with tears falling exaggeratedly from her eyes.

These pictures seem to have been drawn by children, but they had a creepy feeling to them and made Lin Dongxue shiver.

She looked up and asked, "Little Master, what is this?"

"These pictures show the process of a villain killing my father and robbing my mother. I was only five years old back then and I saw it all with my own eyes. This is what I drew later. I only remember these."

"What's your name and how old are you?" Chen Shi asked.

"My name is Chen Xuan and I'm 18 years old this year."

"Can you elaborate on this matter?"

"Okay. When I was a kid, I lived in Long'an City. My parents were very kind and loved each other. My mother's name was Yin Wen and she taught me Pinyin and literacy. She looked after me at home every day. My father's name was Chen Guang, an employee of Ruihua Factory. Every time he had a break, he'd take me out to catch dragonflies… Later on, my father got to know someone who discussed business opportunities with him. I don't remember it very well. Who would have expected this man to be a beast dressed in sheep's wool? He even... violated my mother. My father tried to reason with him but was hacked to death by knife. I still remember my father crying and shouting at me before he was killed… 'Chen Xuan, hide! Hurry up!' I fled outside and ran while crying, but I got lost. Later on, I was found by an abbot and became a small monk at the temple. The abbot was very nice and raised me. He taught me the principles of Buddhism and life. He told me that everything in the world has karma and not to be obsessed with revenge. I've spent over a decade in the temple. This year, the abbot passed away. I... I still can't let go of this thing in my heart. I thought of calling the police in the city and asking for an explanation for my parents!"

Chen Shi flipped through the book, and the "plot" was exactly the same as Chen Xuan said. He said, "Although we're going to investigate this case retrospectively, the evidence may no longer exist since it's been so long. It may be very difficult to solve this one."

"How much money do you need? I can go and raise it!"

"Police don't need money to investigate. I mean this case will be very difficult!"

"But my mother may be alive! She may have been dominated by the bad guy for over a decade!" The little monk suddenly became very agitated.

Chen Shi exchanged looks with Lin Dongxue. "Do you remember anything else?"

The little monk shook his head. "Not much. My memory is very blurred."

"It doesn't matter what we've just talked about. We have to go back and investigate."

"Okay!" The little monk put his hands together. "I know this is a bit difficult and forceful, but for the past ten years, this is something that I have thought about day and night. Please don't just try to appease me temporarily. I will recite prayers every day."

"Rest assured, we will definitely be mindful of this. Are you staying in the city? Do you have a place to live?"

"It's okay. I'm a monk. Eating and sleeping in odd places are a habit now. It doesn't matter."

"Then leave your contact details!"

The young monk took out his mobile phone and the two exchanged contact information before parting from each other. Chen Shi took the small book for investigating.

After leaving the tea house, Lin Dongxue asked, "How do we investigate this case? There's no clues!"

"Let's study it with Old Peng and your brother!"

"Psh, my brother will definitely say that it's foolish. We don't even have a body, so how can we investigate anything?"

The two rushed to the bureau and Lin Qiupu was still working overtime, writing a report on the computer. After hearing the two's story, he widened his eyes. "Foolish! We don't even have a body, so how can we investigate anything?"

Lin Dongxue smiled secretly and mouthed to Chen Shi, "I'm right!"

"I'm not asking you to file a case. I'm asking if you can let me borrow Lin Dongxue, Xu Xiaodong, and Old Peng so I can check it out first. If there are any leads, we can just file a case then!"

Lin Qiupu looked helpless. "As long as they themselves agree."

Lin Dongxue raised her hand. "Captain Lin, I want to try and follow up. This case looks quite challenging."

"This kind of old case without leads won't do much for you in terms of experience."

"If I haven't tried it before, how can I know if it'll do much for me or not?"

"Okay, I'll give you guys a week. Let it go if there's no progress after a week."

"Okay, brother!" Lin Dongxue agreed with excitement.

We follow the story of Song Lang, a genius in the police field, who due to unfortunate circumstances caused by his mortal enemy, now assumes the identity of a driver named Chen Shi. Although he had wanted to live out his days as an ordinary citizen, fate has other plans in store him. Finding himself in the position of prime suspect to a case, he assists a police officer to uncover the truth. Follow the adventures of Chen Shi as he is plunged back into the world of bizarre homicide investigations. Will he be fated to meet his enemy once again?

Chapter 472: Binata, Kailangan Mo Ba Ng Bala?
"Ahahaha, mga tita yata kayo eh!"
"Marurupok kayong nilalang, masisira agad sa isang hawak!"
Habang umaalingawngaw ang mga insulto ng cartoon figure, nagulat ang dalawang assassin pero matiyaga pa rin silang naghintay at hindi gumawa ng aksyon.
"Mga tanga, lugar 'to na kahit mga diyos ay hindi ginagalaw. Dumating kayo dito para harapin ang kamatayan niyo!!!"
Ang boses ng cartoon figure ay minsan lalaki, minsan babae, minsan mahina at minsan malakas, at minsan ay klaro mong maririnig.
"Sa 998 dollars, kaya ko kayong pasarapin hanggang sa hindi na kayo makahinga…"
"Ang weird, parang gusto kong mamaril."
"Mayroon akong dalawang baril, ang isa ay si "shoot", ang isa naman ay si...ah!"
"Ano 'yung tumutulo na 'yun?"
Patuloy lamang ang pag-iinsulto ng figure at nakangiti si Ning Xi sa ikalawang palapag. Kahit na dialogue ang mga 'to mula sa isang laro, weird pakinggang ang figure na nagpapatuloy, mmm...sobrang weird...
Matapos magsalita ng cartoon figure ng ilang minuto, ang isa sa mga assassin ay hindi na nakapagpigil. Masyadong nakakainis ang mga sinasabi nito at hindi na sila nakapag-isip pa ng stratehiya.
Gusto sana isenyales ng lalaki sa isa pang lalaki pero ang dilim ng buong bahay at bukod sa kaunting ilaw na nagmumula sa cartoon figure, para silang mga bulag.
"Punyeta! Sabi na nga ba dapat dinala ko ang night vission glasses ko!" tahimik na pagpapagalit ng lalaki sa sarili, hawak ang kanyang kanang kamay para mabaril ng maayos ang cartoon figure.
Bam!
Pumutok ang isang baril at umalingawngaw ang iyak ng isang lalaki. Hindi na siya nagkatsansa na hilain ang gatilyo. Mula ang baril sa ikalawang palapag at saktong sakto ito sa kanyang kanang kamay.
"'Yung mga iyak na, ang weird!" pagpapatuloy ng cartoon figure.
Sa ikalawang palapag, nakahanap ng night vision glasses si Ning Xi. Inaamin niya na ang may-ari ng bahay ay kumpleto sa gamit. Bukod sa wala itong mas matitinding baril, kumpleto na ang ibang kagamitan.
Sa oras na ito, nahulog sa sahig ang lalaki at kalahati sa katawan niya ay lantad na. Dahil suot niya ang night vision glasses, wala nang sagabal sa kanya.
"Ang invisibility ang pinakanakakamatay na kapangyarihan!"
Kasabay ng pagsasalita ng cartoon figure, bumaril ulit si Ning Xi. Agad niyang sinira ang buhay ng lalaki na kanina pa umuungol. Biglang tumigil ang pag-iyak nito.
"At ikaw...binata, kailangan mo ba ng bala?"
Umabot sa tenga ng huling assassin ang mga sinabi ng cartoon figure at kinilabutan siya dahil dito, para bang para sa kanya ang mga salitang ito.
"Oh, uhaw na ang malaki kong kutsilyo…"
Masama ang tingin ng huling assassin nang itutok niya ang kanyang baril sa ikalawang palapag at sunod sunod na bumaril ng ilang beses. Pero, dahil wala siyang night vision glasses, bulag ang kanyang mga tira. Hindi natakot si Ning Xi sa kanya.
"Hindi na masama ang pagbaril mo, pero kung matamaan mo siya, kailangan mo pang maghintay!" pananakot ng cartoon figure.
"Naalala ko sayo ang pinakamagaling na baka ng pamilya namin. Gusto kitang ipakilala sa baka namin!"
...
"Punyeta 'tong madugong biro!"
Hinayaan na ng assassin ang galit at takot sa kanya at nawala na siya sa kanyang tamang pag-iisip nang binaril niya ang direksyon ng ikalawang palapag uli.
Ngayon, handa na si Ning Xi. Pagkapunta ng assassin sa kanyang posisyon para bumaril, pinili ni Ning Xi ang perpektong segundo para hilahin ang gatilyo.
"Sa gwapo kong 'to, ako madalas ang bida sa mga laro!"
Ang huling sinabi ng cartoon figure ang katapusan ng palabas para sa nakaitim na assassin habang siya ay natumba sa sahig at huminga sa huling beses.


SYNOPSIS

“Honey, gusto ko talaga ‘yung script sa drama…Kaya lang medyo mas maraming sex scenes ngayon. Pwede ko pa bang tanggapin?”
Kalmadong sumagot si Lu Tingxiao, “Sige lang.”
Nang gabing ‘yun, bumangon si Ning Xi mula sa kama nang nanginginig ang mga binti at nakakapit sa mga rail.
Tinanong siya ulit ni Lu Tingxiao, “Gusto mo pa bang kunin ‘yung project?”


Though he knew she was pushing herself, Vahn didn't want to make things too difficult for Aoko. As much as he enjoyed watching her strip down in front of him; her body really was quite phenomenal; he didn't want to force her into a difficult situation. If she managed to strip down while he just sat on the sofa with a bemused Arcueid, it would damage her pride and increase her frustration to levels he would rather not experience.

With this in mind, Vahn caressed Arcueid's side a bit before having her hop off his lap. She seemed to recall Aoko's words at this point but, perhaps feeling uncertain, she tilted her head adorably while asking, "Can I stay...?" in a sheepish tone. Aoko's permission didn't carry the same weight as Vahn's consent so, while it would pain her to be left out, Arcueid still asked his opinion.

Aoko heard Arcueid's words, her face forming a slight frown, but it was Vahn who answered with a relaxed smile, "Of course. Unless you are uncomfortable with it, I would never exclude you, Arcueid."

Though she never imagined Vahn would actually have her leave, Arcueid couldn't help but smile in response to his words. Then, with considerable ease compared to Aoko, she allowed her dress to vanish into motes of light; her panties and stockings the only things remaining. She had 'learned' from her previous experience with the other girls that Vahn seemed to enjoy clothed sex so, wanting to meet his expectations, Arcueid took the 'lesson' to heart...

Arcueid really did have an amazing body but, while her height was slightly greater than that of Aoko's, their proportions were almost identical. Both women had bust and waist sizes of 88 and 55cm respectively but, edging out a small victory for herself, Arcueid's hips measured a plump 85cm, just over one centimeter larger than Aoko's.

This was where Aoko's smaller stature actually assured her the victory as, when a person was shorter, their proportions were comparably larger. She had a pleasant thickness at all the right areas, causing her panties to bite into her fair skin in a tantalizing manner; exacerbated by her efforts to innocently try to keep them concealed from view...

It might have been due to his cumulative fatigue, but Vahn couldn't help but release an exuberant laugh upon seeing Aoko's bashful behavior. Having two inordinately beautiful women standing in front of him filled Vahn with so many pleasant emotions that he simply couldn't contain them any longer. Though his laugh earned him a glare from Aoko, she seemed to realize he wasn't actually laughing at her; he was just happy...

Now with a somewhat silly yet affectionate smile on his face, Vahn unabashedly repeated the words he had used several times in the past, stating, "You are both beautiful beyond compare. I'm not just saying that, either. Other than the precious moments I experience with my children, it is times like this when I am most grateful. Thank you, Aoko, Arcueid...words can never truly express how I feel in moments like this....allow me to show you with my actions."

With his words stunning both women to silence, Vahn briefly focused his mind, fueling the tiny pink fragment in his soul; the representation of his Sex Divinity. As a result, his clothes vanished in a flair of rosy pink light, revealing his rather embarrassing raiment. At the same time, out of consideration for Aoko, Vahn modified his appearance slightly so that he appeared to be in his late teens. Over the course of the next few hours, he would progressively age himself, altering her perception until it no longer mattered what form he took...

If his words had left an impression on them, Vahn's appearance left the duo at an absolute loss as to how they should respond; Aoko especially. When she saw Vahn's lean figure and lighter complexion, her heart actually skipped a beat as a slight feeling of breathlessness welled up inside of her. It didn't take a genius to realize Vahn had changed forms specifically for her but, seeing his current form, she didn't have the heart to insist that he change back.

Beating Aoko to the punch, it was Arcueid who grabbed Vahn's changed body, tightly embracing him as she mused, "You look handsome and cute~" then, perhaps fearing she had upset him, she quickly added, "I like your big form as well...". This caused Vahn to release another chuckle, his hand sneaking around to Arcueid's backside to squeeze her butt as he parroted, "I like your big form as well..."

Though her face turned scarlet, Arcueid remembered her earlier conversation with Aoko, after giving Vahn a quick kiss, she escaped his clutches before skipping over and hiding behind her red-haired companion. This caused Aoko to feel emboldened as, even if Arcueid wasn't exactly on her side, the illusion of them versus Vahn became more prominent when they were standing like this. Aoko was even tempted to cross her arms and taunt him a bit but, with nothing but her panties and a pair of calf-length socks to protect her, her hands were occupied covering her front...

Since things couldn't continue like this, Aoko did, eventually, muster up the courage to stop hiding her panties from view; regretting having failed to remove them earlier. This was due to the fact that, despite her usual punk-rock style, she often wore panties with various prints on them. Today, without thinking, she had worn a pair with a small caricature of a cat beneath a red ribbon. Worse still, the back had a large paw print on the right cheek with the words 'cool cat' written above it in cursive...

Surprising Aoko quite a bit, Vahn didn't have an aversion to her somewhat childish panties at all. His eyes showed the same appreciation and adulation as before, mockery and amusement nowhere to be seen in his gaze. What Aoko didn't know was that Vahn was actually 'very' accustomed to panties with print patterns, most of which were infinitely more embarrassing than a cartoon cat. Rather, the girls in the Menagerie had popularized wearing panties with a caricature of his own face on them so it didn't phase him in the slightest to see Aoko's adorable choice in lingerie.

Feeling emboldened by Vahn's reaction, Aoko's smile returned as she closed the distance between them and, ignoring her fear entirely, lightly pressed against his exposed chest. She tried to guide him to sit back on the sofa but, before she was able to succeed, Vahn's smile curled up at the edges as he deftly snatched her hand and said, "We should move to the bed. The sofa is a little small...besides, it takes especially durable furniture to handle what we're about to do..."

Though he grabbed Aoko's hand with his right, Vahn's left hand had been free to roam so, toward the end of his words, he borrowed the technique he used to tease Tsubaki in the past, caressing the unsuspecting Aoko's stomach and sending a ripple of stimulating energy through her body. This caused her eyes to widen into full-circles but, before she could retaliate or lambast him, Vahn caught her in his embrace, carrying her like a princess to prevent her from falling to her knees.

Most women were surprisingly weak to being held in a bridal carry so, despite her momentary anger, Aoko fell silent almost instantly. As for Arcueid, she seemed to find Aoko's state amusing, issuing a silent chuckle before asking, "Should I change the scenery a bit...?"

Understanding her intentions, Vahn nodded in affirmation to Arcueid's question; their surroundings changing almost instantly. Tier 5 was known as the Realm Soul tier so, with few exceptions, anyone that had reached Tier 5 was effectively able to create their own world. Within that space, they had an almost inexhaustible amount of power and, based on their comprehension of various Laws, the form such realms could take had virtually no limits.

Seeing the familiar crystalline bedchamber, Vahn couldn't help smiling in appreciation while Aoko, still held in his embrace, awed at the beautiful sight. Things were developing in a different way than she had expected but, compared to just using a normal bed, this was inarguably better. Rather, for a brief moment, she was tempted to use the Fifth Magic, creating her own unique world. Though she had a lot of bad memories related to that space, it was still a very beautiful place...if possible, Aoko wanted to make some good memories there in the future...

After transitioning to the surprisingly comfortable bed, Vahn set Aoko down and, as if new life had been breathed into her, she immediately pounced on him, saying, "It hasn't even been a few minutes since the last time I told you not to tease me...I'm really going to have to teach you a lesson, Vahn..."

Since he knew Aoko would have an easier time feeling as if she were in control, Vahn had allowed her to push him down without any real resistance. As a result, he had the buxom red-haired beauty staring down at him, her blue eyes sparkling as she hovered only centimeters away from his face. 

In response to her threatening words, Vahn maintained a calm smile on his face as tilted his chin up in a taunting manner and mused, "I wonder if there is anything you can teach me...? Are you certain that is bravado driving your actions?" Then, adopting a slightly serious tone of voice, Vahn added, "Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

Though she had been egged on by Vahn's taunting, Aoko became resolute when she heard the last part. If she were being honest, she had absolutely no confidence in what she was doing as, prior to this, she had never done anything more than rather tame kisses. Vahn had changed this in recent days but, compared to sex, those things all seemed exceptionally tame in comparison...

Despite her inhibitions, Aoko would never shy away from a decision she had made. She followed through on every decision she made and, while this sometimes led to bittersweet experiences, she had never truly regretted anything in her life. This was something she was unwilling to compromise on so, after pushing against Vahn's chest, she moved closer to his hips, muttering, "Just watch how I teach you..."

Before Aoko would do something potentially regrettable, Vahn moved to a seated position as she adjusted her own. This brought a small frown to Aoko's face but, preempting any of her complaints, he stated in a guiding tone, "I know what you're thinking, Aoko. Don't believe everything you read in books. Some guys like that, and it really is a pleasant thing, but it requires a bit of experience to pull off. I'd rather kiss you than have you do something neither of us will truly enjoy..."

Hearing Vahn allude to her inexperienced filled Aoko with a small amount of resentment but, with the temptation of kissing being too strong to pass on, she ultimately snorted through her nose and said, "Fine. Since this is my first time, I'll make an exception. In the future, I'll be sure to practice a lot though. You can't complain later on..."

While internally asking what he would dare complain about, Vahn just nodded his head in response to Aoko's rather bold claim. Then, in much the same manner as before, he allowed her to push him to the bed, this time pressing her own body against his. From there, they moved on to a bout of rather awkward kissing but, rather than complain, Vahn enjoyed Aoko's exploratory actions. This was made even more interesting when Arcueid the spot on his other side, effectively squeezing her way into things without asking permission a second time...

Arcueid was marginally better at kissing than Aoko but this was primarily due to the fact she allowed Vahn to lead the action. Aoko constantly tried to guide his tongue around with her own, even going so far as to lick his teeth while inexperiencedly probing around. Fortunately, she was a quick learner, especially with his hands wandering around her body and getting her into the mood. 

Having no real experience, it was pretty difficult for Aoko to gauge when to move on to the next step so, while Vahn certainly didn't mind, they ended up just making out for nearly half an hour. Eventually, the 'itch' in Aoko's body reached a point where she could no longer ignore it. When Vahn moved to continue kissing her, she extricated her body from his, wiping a bit of drool from her mouth as she said, "Arcueid, please move. I'm tired of waiting..."

Since Vahn had been kissing her moments prior, Arcueid was in a slightly dazed state. Aoko's request momentarily confused her but, remembering what they had discussed previously, she inched away from Vahn's body before taking a seat; longing and patience fighting for dominance within her heart and mind. Part of her wanted to keep Vahn for herself but, understanding Aoko's desires, Arcueid simply didn't have the heart to get in the way...

With Arcueid moving to the side, Aoko unhesitantly tugged at the small golden hooks that kept the white cloth around Vahn's hips in place. There was visible uncertainty in her eyes but, as if it had no influence on her actions whatsoever, Aoko made one final pull at the white cloth, stating, "Let's see what all the...fuss...is about?"

What little knowledge Aoko had about sex came from books and a single video she had watched out of curiosity. Even that had a mosaic to cover the actual naughty bits so, seeing Vahn's dragon raising its head proudly, almost as if to taunt her, Aoko was momentarily at a loss. The thought that Vahn had 'adjusted' his size out of consideration didn't even cross her mind as it was a lot bigger than she had expected. She couldn't even begin to fathom how the relatively small white cloth around Vahn's waist had kept it hidden...

Once the initial shock wore off, Aoko peered over at Arcueid to gauge her reaction. She didn't seem all that surprised by the size of Vahn's member so, rather than ask if this was normal, Aoko foolishly swallowed her grievances before adopting a wry smile and saying, "Its only this much? Well, it is..." Though she had been intending to say more, Aoko's words trailed off as the size of Vahn's member noticeably increased, something she had both witnessed and felt with her left hand.

Aoko knew Vahn could change his form freely so she promptly decided against trying to make any jokes about his size. It already seemed abnormally large so if it got any bigger, Aoko was afraid it would split her in two...

After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Aoko inspected her own state to confirm that she was adequately wet. Then, using her own fluids, she adopted a confident smile, watching Vahn's face as she began coating his member. She wanted to make sure it was properly lubricated, something even school girls learned was necessary. 

With Vahn's member glistening with her own fluids, Aoko had the distinct impression she had done something naughty but, without further hesitation, she moved to straddle his hips. Then, after a tense couple of seconds, she managed to guide his startling hot glans into the proper hole. This had been made more difficult by the stimulation she experienced throughout the process but, refusing to ask for help, Aoko eventually figured things out on her own. She took one final deep breath, not minding the fact that Vahn had grabbed her hips, before slowly lowering herself; jaw clenched in anticipation of the coming pain...

After 'protecting' her virginity for thirty-five years, Aoko finally had a comeback to all of her sister's hateful comments whenever they argued. What surprised her most of all was that, despite expecting a phenomenal amount of pain; there was a brief moment of numbness, a considerable amount of pressure, a very momentary pain, and then a peculiar vibration. Following that, a strangely agonizing heat began to spread through her body as Aoko finally learned what compelled all the girls around Vahn to stay with him...

(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'If you're happy and you know it, clap some cheeks~','A very unique kind of 'battle' attire...(OwO)','Ignorant Lamb vs a Sex God's pet Dragon...')

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Vahn was an atypical youth. Due to a rare mutation, his blood had the potential to target and attack ailments within the human body. Touted as a universal cure, people had elevated his status above the norm and given him the classification "Panacea". In the media, he was hailed as a great hero who would usher in a new era or human wellness. However, behind the scenes things weren't so bright. Being a unique individual, Vahn spent his entire youth locked up in a lab with various scientists and research teams using his body and blood to perform endless amounts of experiments. The only solace in his suffering was the various anime and manga made available to him between experiments. He often imagined himself as the protagonist in a world of his own, finally in control of his own destiny. For years he nurtured this desire, until at the age of 14 he died when an organization had tried to kidnap him from the lab...

"Finally, I don't have to suffer anymore..."

This was Vahn's last thought as he faded into the endless black abyss...

"You poor soul."

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Currently, there was no globally adopted standard when it came to differentiating between different breeds of dogs. If we followed the American Kennel Club's standards, pet dogs would generally be categorized into seven different groups: sporting dogs, hound dogs, working dogs, terriers, toy dogs, herding dogs, and non-sportings. These categories were formed in order to make competitions easier to handle, but dogs were generally split into two types: working dogs and non-working dogs.
Working dogs were dogs that were able to assist humans in their daily life or work. The others fell into the non-working category. Most of them were small breeds, like Pekingese, Chihuahuas, and Pomeranians. Other than accompanying humans and providing joy, they didn't have much use.
Simply put, what working dogs could do, non-working dogs couldn't. But what non-working dogs could do, working dogs could, too.
When humans first domesticated dogs, their sole purpose was to breed them for working purposes, to be the greatest ally to humans in the fight between homo sapiens and nature. With the development and growth of industrialization and tool-making, the need for working dogs had decreased, thus giving rise to non-working dogs.
Within the umbrella of working dogs, they could be further classified. For example, hounds that helped people hunt, herders that helped humans keep an eye on their livestock, service dogs that helped humans with everyday tasks, snow-sled dogs that were in charge of transport in the bone-chilling cold, guard dogs that risked their lives every day for their owners, and specialized military and K9s. Some breeds might have fallen under several categories. German Shepherds, for one, were a classic multi-purpose breed. They could be herd dogs, guard dogs, or police dogs.
After hearing Blackie's explanation, Zhang Zian immediately knew that he needed a guard dog. Only a guard dog would be able to chase away wild animals in a harsh environment, attack intruders, and be able to provide the greatest protection to their owner.
Blackie then asked, "A guard dog? That sounds great, what kind of guard dogs do you provide?"
His gaze swept past Zhang Zian then, looking into the pet shop.
"About that..." Zhang Zian was stumped too.
Just like the netizens had guessed, his shop mostly sold breeds that were most suitable for common families to have. Most of them were small toy breeds. He had some working dogs like Golden Retrievers and Samoyeds, but no one in the cities would buy them in order to make them work. They would mainly keep them as pets.
He didn't sell the more "aggressive" type of mid to big-sized dogs that he needed, but only those would be able to be a good guard dog in the wild. The needs of dogs within a city and the wilderness were vastly different.
"Why don't you guys come on in? Let's not talk while standing outside." He invited Blackie and Snowy into his shop, giving the impressive Mercedes Benz G-class another jealous look.
"That's great, I'd wanted to see what Famous was all about too," Blackie excitedly explained.
Snowy knew how Zhang Zian was. Seeing that he hadn't outright rejected them, but instead invited them into the shop, she knew that he had it settled, and relaxed.
But the netizens were assuming the worst of Zhang Zian.
"I knew it, the stingy owner definitely wouldn't reject a sale that walked right up to his door…"
"I think he's trying to cook up something. Probably trying to talk him into purchasing a Chihuahua for a guard dog…"
"Don't speak too soon. Chihuahuas are at least better guard dogs than the stupid sled dogs! They can't even protect their own arse!"
"What a tasteful comment…"
Snowy has been to the shop several times, and immediately spotted a new member added to the team with one look, squealing excitedly, "Wow! Mr. Owner! Where did you get Tom?"
"Tom? Who's Tom?"
Everyone—Blackie, the employees, even the audience in the live-stream room—were all stunned. Who was that?
Snowy giggled, pointing at Vladimir. "Isn't this Tom?"
Vladimir was lazing in a corner, and the cream kitten kept climbing onto his back, pulling his tail, unable to sit still at all.
That night, he had brought the defenseless and weak cream kitten back into the pet shop. Since then, the cream kitten had been just like a parasite. No matter how you swatted at it, it refused to go away.
"What the meow! What are you all looking at me for?"
He was still recharging up on his energy for what he had to do afterward, but he suddenly felt everyone's eyes on him. His eyes opened then, surveying the people around him annoyedly, not knowing what had gotten into them.
Lu Yiyun kindly corrected her. "Snowy, this cat's called Vladimir. He was brought back by the owner from a friend he had in the capital, he's not called Tom."
"No, no, no, this really is Tom, he looks exactly like him! Don't you guys think so?" Snowy squatted down, observing Vladimir with the utmost interest.
"Christ, who is Tom?" Vladimir was extremely confused, wanting to go rest in another spot. He wasn't too picky about his resting spot anyway, as long as he got to lie down.
"Tom… Is it the 'My Talking Tom'?" Wang Qian guessed.
Snowy shook her head.
Instead, it was Zhang Zian who reacted first. "Tom… you mean Tom from Tom and Jerry?"
"Yes! Don't they look alike?" Snowy pointed at Vladimir again. "Just look closely!"
Everyone was just confused.
Zhang Zian chuckled, "Trust you to think of that. But you're right. Tom in Tom and Jerry does look like Vladimir. To be more accurate, he was modeled after the Russian Blue."
The employees, clients, and even the audience in the live stream heard something they had never heard before, and they knew that it was time to learn some general knowledge. No one interrupted, and they quietly waited for Zhang Zian to further explain himself. Even the comments in the live stream had slowed to a trickle.
Zhang Zian didn't disappoint everyone either. "I don't think there's anyone who doesn't know about the cartoon, Tom and Jerry, right? But very few people know that Tom was actually made from the Russian Blue. If you recall, did Tom have a blue-grey coat and long limbs in the cartoon? Most importantly, Tom had green eyes with golden edges. That is definitely a Russian Blue trait."
Even though Russian Blues didn't have white claws, Tom did in the cartoon. This point had been taken by the English Shorthair supporters with a death grip to prove that Tom was an English Shorthair. But this was their only evidence. Other than this, all of Tom's other traits were miles and miles away from an English Shorthair, and was instead extremely close to a Russian Blue's.
Besides, as an American cartoon, and a cartoon extremely popular during the Cold War, there was an unavoidable bias shaping the cartoon. Tom played a stupid bully in the cartoon, while Jerry was a sharp and likable character. There was no dispute over who was more popular. Even now, most of the people being the "bad guys" were either East European firearms smugglers or Russian Intelligence.


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