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The men were unable to keep themselves from getting lost in his story no matter how hard they tried, but Aleksander assured them that he knew these men would be loyal. “And now that we know each other’s stories,” He stood up, offering his hand to the man in the middle and helping him up as he stared back with wide eyes. “I have one simple question for you all,” The men nodded in understanding, waiting for him to ask for their lives, for their servitude and their silence.

Brittany ask them while standing there, the 10 men glance at each other they are waiting for the time when who's gonna go first there are hesitating to attack cuz of the rumors that Agent 008/Brittany is a bully that no one can beat her, Brittany's opponents are juniors and newbie in the Agency the old men's are not gonna fight so they push the juniors to fight her. "Darn ill attack first then.." Brittany said then open her eyes, that words make the 10 men struggling to move. Brittany position herself for her fighting stance the 10 men ready themselves to and position also,. "yahh!" Brittany shout out loud and run to attack the 10 men, each of them was waiting for there turn but they didn't

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes. Man, oh man! I couldn't even tell you how many men were inside me. Or how many I was inside of. Practically every one of them was addictive! Big, long, hard, rubbery, torpedo shaped, giant, thick, thin, you name it, everything a man could ever hope for was right there. In me, on me, against me, around me; there were slime covered bodies slipping and sliding - it was way better than ALL of my fantasies!

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

he stutters. “So, you would kill our woman and our children for a little taste of Emily’s bitter, slimy intimate juices?” I ask. He blinks up at me; he doesn’t seem to understand what I’m referring to. “I just want to be a real man,” he whimpers. “Real men don’t stab helpless women, idiot. Real men protect the weak. Real men find real women to give their virginity to, not whores.” He swallows. “I’m in my thirties and have never seen a woman naked,” he confesses as a tear rolls down his face.

She stammered, "What... what... do you want to do?" One of the men rubbed his hands very obscenely, and a pair of lascivious eyes fell in front of Gu Runtong's chest. Looking at the towering mountain peak, he swallowed his saliva. "We brothers don't want to do anything. It's just that we haven't had sex for several years. Why don't you let us brothers have sex?" "It's..." "It's..." As soon as the man's voice fell, the rest of the men also began to kick up a fuss.

Specifically, the kind of male specie he is. Honestly, throughout my whole life, I haven't been associated with innumerable men. I can even count using my fingers the men that I met back then that eventually became parts of who I am. Each of them gave me a lesson. Lessons that made me not to want to let another man enter my life. I don't want to say any hasty generalization. But majority of men are trash, and just up for flings; for games. When the time comes that you will ask them into committing, they'll give on you like you're a bad drug.

"Happy Forty-Seventh birthday! How did you enjoy the surprise gift?" The man's face appeared ordinary, resembling any other passerby on the street. Yet, a twisted amusement danced in his eyes as he observed my father's bewildered expression. Something was unsettling about him. I could see, he wielded authority over the armed men standing behind him like emotionless automatons, clutching heavy machine guns. However, it became clear to me that he was not the one truly in control. I didn't know how I knew it, but I just knew it—he too was someone else's puppet. Someone much more powerful and dangerous.

“You don’t play games, and you don’t act as if you’ve never been touched before.” “Is that a bad thing?” “No, I admire it. Even the men pretend in our world.” “No, they boast about their conquests,” I corrected him, making him chuckle. “I wasn’t talking about lying about how many they’ve slept with. With them, it’s the other way around,” he clarified, munching on his own food now. “The other way around?” “Their numbers are always double the actual amount. Just like they love to brag about how much money they have, and the females fall at their feet. It’s all lies,” he assured me.