New Eden: Live to Play, Play to Live-Chapter 1080: Coffee And Meeting

Waking up the following day, rested and revitalized, everyone felt like it had been ages since they were allowed a good night’s sleep.

Sure, they had slept in small spurts aboard the plane, or rested their eyes in the cars, but that was far from being the same as sleeping in a bed, somewhere that doesn’t move around you.

Well, everyone but David, who woke up groggy after barely three hours of sleep, and extensive physical activity in the night.

When he came out of his room, noticing he was alone in it, he looked around with half-shut eyes, wincing from the pain the sun was causing to his eyes.

"Urgh... Coffee," he moaned, seeing some of the others pass in front of him toward the last room on the right.

"Good morning to you too, stud," Killian mocked, his ears still metaphorically bleeding from what they were forced to hear for the better part of the night.

"Stud? What do you..." he started saying, before his eyes went wide.

"Please tell me you didn’t hear that..." he begged Killian with his eyes.

Killian chuckled, slapping him on the shoulder, and with a sly grin, replied, "I’m sure the reception heard you, mate."

David’s shoulders slumped, realizing that if Killian heard him, and he said this with such certainty, it meant everyone had.

"God dammit... I won’t hear the end of this," he cursed, thinking about Alexander’s dumb face.

Winston stopped next to him, his face red like a tomato.

"Um... Could you... just... kneel for a second?" he asked, unable to maintain eye contact with David.

David looked at him with a confused look, lowering to his eye level.

"What?"

Winston leaned beside his ear, whispering, "You have bite marks on your neck. You might want to cover those..."

David’s eyes went wide, remembering where Kujaku had bitten him last night, and he slapped his hand over the right side of his neck, his face taking a rosy colour.

"Thanks, kid," he mumbled, trying to see the marks in the window’s reflection.

Winston nodded, walking away with his ears burning up. He wasn’t old enough to have experience on the matter, but Winston was all but a stranger to the sexual act.

As a young teenage boy, he had seen extensive video content on the matter. And the days were long, alone in his room...

Finding the marks on his reflection, David sighed loudly.

"Fucking animal, biting me hard enough to leave marks. What are we, cats?" he grumbled.

"And I went easy on you. You didn’t bleed," Kujaku’s voice echoed behind him, a teasing tone to it.

"What in the?!" he jumped, spinning on himself and pulling his arm back into punching position.

Kujaku giggled at his action, and extended her arm forward, a coffee in her hand.

"I got you a coffee at the inn’s cafeteria. Didn’t know what you take in it, so it’s black," she said with a wide grin.

"Don’t fucking sneak up on people like that, you fucking ninja. You’ll get cold-cocked," he grumbled, snatching the coffee from her hand, thanking her in a grumble.

She grinned at him, giving him a playful wink.

"I’d like to see someone try that. You should know how fast I move by now," she teased, walking away from him toward the last room on the floor.

David felt his ears heating up again, and he took a long sip of coffee, not wanting to reply to that.

’God damned vixen. Treating me like a sex toy and then making fun of me. Tch!’ he thought, angrily sipping the coffee.

It was good coffee, considering the place was a cheap inn, and he smiled as it hit his soul.

’Black is the best kind of coffee,’ he thought, feeling himself perk up. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Making his way toward the room as well, since everyone seemed to be filing there, he entered, closing the door behind himself, and noticed he was the last one there again.

"Alright, since we are all here now, let’s get this show on the road," Kujaku said, her smile making everyone uncomfortable.

She was always smiling, but usually, they could tell it was a practised smile. The one on her face now was all but, and it was almost creepy how happy she looked.

Alex leaned into Kary’s ear, whispering in a mocking tone.

"I bet it had been a while since she had a good lay. And with how long they lasted, I’m sure she’s content for the weeks to come, he he," he chuckled.

Kary elbowed him in the ribs lightly, trying to shut him up.

But it was too late; everyone had heard him already. With how small the room was, it was hard not to.

Faces went red, and Kujaku turned her smile toward him.

"I was going to ask about the night watch’s night, but if you want us to broach that subject first, I am more than willing to go into detail with everyone," she grinned.

David jumped forward, almost spilling his coffee.

"No! Please don’t!" he begged, his face flushing red.

This made a few of them chuckle, as David wasn’t usually the shy type, and seeing him like this was refreshing. But his glare toward them quickly reminded them who they were laughing about.

Kujaku sighed, making a sad face as if she was disappointed she couldn’t share her debacles, but returned to her smile soon after.

"Fine. Maybe another time," she teased, winking at David again.

"More like never," David mumbled, shrinking in on himself.

’She’s doing it on purpose. You demoness,’ he cursed mentally.

Inside Alex’s head, a woman’s voice echoed.

’I like this girl. We should do a group thing with her sometime,’ Paimon said lustfully.

Alex rolled his eyes internally, unsurprised by the comment. But then, another voice entered his ears, this one not from within.

’Keep those dirty thoughts out of your mind, gaijin. I will sever your dick from your body if you do anything unbecoming with our Lady.’

Alex looked toward the mental ping and saw the girl who had driven them yesterday was glaring at him.

’A telepath? Then you know that wasn’t my voice, right?’ he thought, looking at the girl with a raised eyebrow.

’It came from your head; I treat it as your thought. Keep your mind clean, white boy,’ she replied in his mind.

But Paimon didn’t like that someone was shuffling around in her master’s mind, and hijacked the mental channel.

Instantly, the Japanese woman’s mind was flooded with Paimon’s devilish eyes, and scenes of demon orgies, in which she did things a human couldn’t even dare think about.

The lust pushing through the connection, even though brief, thanks to Alex’s intervention, was enough to overcome the woman’s mental defences, and her body instantly heated up.

She moaned almost imperceptibly, slapping her hand on her mouth before realizing no one had looked at her until she did, and her face went red.

"I need to get some air, so I’ll start," she said, trying to control her face’s changing colour.

Kujaku frowned at her, but raised her hand, motioning for her to talk.

"By all means."