Lewd skill in a filthy world-Chapter 71. The last meal...

[2 Days Ago]

The streets were dead and eerily silent with the wind dragging filth across the cracked, blood-stained streets like it was sweeping up the remains of a forgotten world. Tattered shirts still hung from poles, dancing weakly, like people who never made it back home. The bones of the old world could be seen everywhere like this was a zombie apocalypse movie—cars with shattered windows, buildings half-burnt and barely standing, and in the corners, swollen corpses slumped like garbage. Flies owned this place now. The air reeked with rot and rust all mixed into a smell that hit the back of your throat and clung like guilt. But amid the silence, the low rumble of engines broke the gloom. Trucks rolled through the ruined avenue, their wheels crushing bones and plastic alike.

Inside the lead vehicle, Gegee sat in the passenger seat, cold and still like a statue. Her dark shades masked her tired eyes, and in both gloved hands, she gripped twin Uzis, resting casually on her lap. Her gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead, but her mind was far away, lost in a loop of vengeance. She had done her part: led the team flawlessly, even fighting off two rival factions clawing for scraps in this collapsing world. And yet, none of that mattered. Not until she got the green light to leave the gates and hunt the bastard who murdered her beloved Gerald.

The truck convoy finally pulled into the fortified remains of Okutama, arriving at Darren’s base. Without wasting a second, Gegee barked, "Unload everything. Fast." Then she was off, heading straight for Darren’s quarters.

She knocked on his door, already knowing what she’d find.

"Come in," a lazy voice answered.

The door creaked open, and the familiar, pungent scent of marijuana wafted out in thick clouds. Darren lounged on his mattress, clothed in nothing but a loosely tied gown, taking long drags from a blunt. Smoke curled around him like a crown of indulgence.

Gegee stepped in, dipping her head slightly. "I’ve returned, boss. Supplies are here. Not much... but enough. It’s getting harder out there. No food left. Just scraps."

Darren coughed out a thick cloud of smoke and looked her over slowly.

"Good job, darling," he said, voice low and sticky. "Come here."

He patted the bed beside him.

Without a word, Gegee let her Uzis clatter to the floor before she moved toward the bed and climbed onto the edge beside him.

What does the bastard want now...? she thought bitterly.

"You led well," Darren murmured, scooting closer. "And someone who does good work... deserves a reward."

He leaned in, his lips brushing her neck. She tilted her head to the side mechanically, without passion, offering him full access. His fingers tugged the knot of his gown loose, revealing his naked body beneath, already half hardlike he’d been waiting for her.

"What do you say, huh?" he whispered, kissing her throat, her jaw, his breath hot and humid. "Mwah~... You want that reward?"

He nuzzled into her hair. "You smell so damn good, Gegee... l like that about you."

Not this again... her thoughts growled.

"Yes, boss. I’ll gladly accept the reward," she said through clenched teeth, masking her disgust with a half-hearted smile.

Darren clicked his tongue. "Tsk. That didn’t sound too glad to me. Come on—say it like you mean it. Put some soul into it."

Then he grabbed her hand and pushed it down to his groin.

She gasped a little when her hand wrapped around his warm cock. She’d expected this, sure, but not for it to be the first thing he’d want right after she’d returned from a brutal mission. Still, what could she do? She was basically his toy.

Her fingers trailed along his thickening cock, stroking it out of habit—hoping a quick handjob or maybe a blowjob would be enough to get it over with. But Darren had other plans tonight.

He smirked, sliding his left hand across her chest and unzipping the black leather jacket she wore, revealing the white vest underneath.

"Take it easy, honey," he muttered, voice lazy. "Don’t stroke it so fast. It’s sensitive, y’know."

Gegee gritted her teeth quietly as his hands started exploring her body. He helped her slip off the jacket, peeled away the vest, then unclasped her bra, leaving her naked in front of him. His fingers hovered for a second before grabbing at her chest, fondling her full amazing titties, pinching her nipples like he was trying to get a reaction out of a doll.

But nothing flickered inside her. Nothing at all.

She never enjoyed sex with him. Hell, she barely got wet most days. Darren usually had to spit into the crown of his cock just to make it slick enough to push in. Her body never responded—not to him, anyway.

There had only ever been one man who made her feel something. One man who made her crave touch. And he was gone.

Gone, leaving her trapped in a shell with a hunger she couldn’t satisfy, one that burned inside her but remained untouched, no matter how hard anyone tried.

Now Darren’s hands moved down, clutching at her leather skirt. She helped him slide it off. Her panties too. He let out a low whistle at the sight before him. Even now, after a full day of fighting in a filthy world, Gegee still looked clean. Her golden pubes were neatly trimmed. Her thighs smooth. Her pussy, despite the violence and sweat smelled faintly pleasant.

"Damn... you really know how to take care of yourself," Darren muttered.

He got on his knees on the bed, and she wordlessly spread her legs for him. Darren reached down and parted the dry folds of her pussy with his fingers, stretching her open gently to catch a glimpse of the soft pink inside.

This time, he used oil—something he’d clearly prepared in advance. He lubed his cock, then rammed into her without warning.

His grunts filled the room, echoing off the walls as he pumped into her with raw, selfish rhythm. Gegee lay back and closed her eyes, imagining him as the person she really loved fucking while fake moans spilled from her lips, forced and hollow. Somehow, by tricking her mind, she scraped together a small orgasm as Darren emptied inside her.

But he wasn’t done.

For another hour, he kept going harder, and messier, using more lube to fake what her body wouldn’t give him. When he was finally satisfied, he rolled away and dismissed her like she was just another piece of furniture.

"Go."

Gegee got up in silence, put her clothes back on, picked her twin Uzis off the floor, slid her shades on, and walked out of the room without looking back.

The moment she was gone, the space beside Darren shimmered—glitched like static. A figure began forming in the glitch, taking shape until finally, a girl stood beside him.

She looked about eight years old. Bald, pale skin, eerily beautiful features, and not a stitch of clothing. Small mounds the size of an egg were on her chest with little pinkish nubs for nipples. To anyone else, she might look like a child. But she was far from one.

Her voice came out soft, but it carried a mechanical edge to it.

"Her betrayal level has reached 45%. You know what happens when it reaches 100. Are you sure you don’t want to intervene?"

"Nah," Darren said, standing up and stretching. "I’ve had my last meal from her. Let whatever happens, happen. She might make it back in one piece. She might not. Either way, It’ll be fun to watch. Just keep showing me everything."

"As you wish, Master," the girl responded with a smile. "I’ll make sure your amusement plays back in full HD."

Darren grinned to himself. A shame, really. Gegee had been a reliable soldier. But with the way she’d been acting lately, it was only a matter of time before she crossed the line. Once her betrayal level hit 100%, her face would be wiped out the world.

But that was fine. Everyone was a pawn. The guards. The soldiers. The maids. Even this faction—The Rulers—meant nothing more than a means for his amusements. Darren had made peace with that long ago. One day, he’d use every single one of them to climb even higher... to survive if this system demanded that out of him.

He turned to the girl beaide him with a smirk. "Come on. Help me take a bath."

"Okay~! Give me a sec!" she chirped. "Initiating waterproof mode for aquatic activities. Please wait... transformation complete."

Her childlike body shimmered again, shifting, the small mounds on her chest blossoming into full breasts, hips flaring, curves growing until she stood before him as a fully developed woman in the blink of an eye.

She followed behind him, her bare feet padding softly across the floor, leaving the mess of Gegee’s farewell fuck behind.

**

Meanwhile...

After the sex, Gegee returned to her quarters. She showered. Dressed. Geared up for the kill, ready to take her vengeance.

The boss had given her a truck, a driver, and two soldiers. That was enough.

She slipped on her shades. Loaded her Uzis.

And the hunt began.

TBC

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