ALL NOVEL Chapter 209: Making Friends and More???
Under the gentle caress of moonlight, the luxurious backyard unfolded like a scene from a drama. Tall, meticulously trimmed hedges bordered the perimeter, adorned with twinkling glowing fairies that meticulously worked on maintaining the state of the estate. The expansive lawn, a carpet of velvety green, stretched out in front of an opulent mansion, inviting with its manicured perfection. At the center of this enchanting landscape stood a majestic fountain, its marble structure intricately carved with timeless elegance. Water cascaded from tier to tier, catching the ambient light and sparkling like liquid diamonds. The soothing sound of the water played a tranquil melody, filling the night air with a sense of serenity.
Scattered throughout the garden were ornate benches and lush, comfortable seating arrangements, each strategically placed to offer the perfect vantage point for enjoying the symphony of nature. Overhead, a celestial blanket of stars adorned the night sky, their brilliance reflecting in the still waters of the fountain. The air carried a subtle fragrance of blooming flowers, contributing to the overall sensory feast.
Zoey sat on a bench, waiting for Emi to arrive. She spotted Tiffany secretly watching in the distance in plain sight. It distressed Zoey, knowing that if she truly wanted to hide, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to find her. She just shook her head at the crazy girl’s antics. It was funny, but still, Zoey wouldn’t let her guard down because of that cute, innocent act of hers. Tiffany was definitely an assassin or something. Zoey just didn’t know if she was after her head or truly cared about this group and their goals. Regardless, Zoey wouldn’t let her catch her lacking.
Eventually, Emi arrived at the fountain. His slim, weak, prey-like figure invigorated something bad within Zoey’s loins. It reminded her of all the times she fantasized about herself devouring Ethan. But now she was a legal adult and could screw whoever the hell she wanted whenever she wanted! Inner Zoey didn’t care that he was a different species than her, that she was a virgin with zero sex experience, or that she had no clue how to flirt or get in someone’s pants.
When they locked eyes, she could see him flinch. Did he see the desire in her eyes, or was he just naturally frightful? Emi clinched his shaking fist as he seemingly gathered the courage to stand in front of her. Zoey thought about pouncing on him here and now in the gardens. Ripping his clothes off as she fully satisfied her growing sexual appetite, and he jumped. Uh oh.
“You know how I feel towards you.” Zoey realized. He was similar to Joseph!
Joseph could see emotions! But what about this guy? Inner Zoey shifted her thoughts to tearing him to pieces with violence and even shifted her body as if she was going to physically attack, but she didn’t see anything that was as obvious as that flinch from before. Was it sexual emotions?! It had to be! He was a Succubi!
“...” He didn’t respond. “I-I didn’t come here for that. I chose to join this group to escape that kind of life! S-S-So give up ever thinking I’ll do something like that with a human like you!” He softly yelled at her.
Unconsciously, a mischievous grin appeared on Inner Zoey’s face as she stood up and looked up at the man. She began utilizing years upon years of experience as an imaginary sexual fiend. All within a matter of moments, both Zoey and Emi were locked in an unseen battle of will. Zoey was rapidly thinking of herself indulging in all sorts of acts of lust and depravity with Emi, from public acts of indecency and sweaty, raunchy sex that would annoy the neighbors to secretive teasing next to their friends.
Ever since middle school, when she found out the existence of naughty stuff on the internet, she’s been a #1 addict to things perverted and sexual. In her mind, of course. What person would like such a perverted, sex-obsessed freak? Which is why the other Zoey always hides that side away from others. It wasn’t helpful to making friends, something she sorely wanted for so long.
So, she repressed this overflowing sexual desire inside for years. Inner Zoey was fed all of that sexual repression. And when Inner Zoey saw the way Emi behaved, his mannerisms, his appearance, and everything else, she put him through the imaginary wringer. He was exactly their ideal type, even more so after they’ve become this strong and confident thanks to the Box. And yes, she kept the panda mask on in each sex fantasy.
Zoey suddenly felt an increasing amount of mahna coming off of Emi’s body. The look of confusion on his face seemed to mean he didn’t understand what was going on either. “Do you want to fight?” Inner Zoey meant that in more ways than one. “Y-Y-You huge pervert!” Emi blushed before turning to walk away.
Inner Zoey grabbed his arm before he could leave. “Don’t you want to know how I defended against your magji?” She smiled beneath her mask. “Let go of me! I-I don’t care anymore. I want nothing to do with a crazy human like you!” Emi tried wrenching his arm back, but even with his strangely increased strength, it was nothing compared to Zoey’s regular strength. But she still let him go, but not before a certain someone shouted something.
“STOP TOUCHING! NO TOUCHING!” Somehow, Tiffany appeared in the middle of them and pushed both of them away from each other.
As fun as it was messing with both Tiffany and Emi, Zoey was only playing around for the most part. While she was open to fucking the shit out of Emi, sadly, he wasn't interested in her. She wasn’t going to push the issue either. As of now, she had no clue who he actually was as a person. Emi could be a giant fucking racist shitbag as far as she knew. All she liked were surface-level things. While that was fine with her if they had sex and all, Inner Zoey knew the other side of her wouldn’t be too happy if they caught feelings for someone who was a terrible person.
“We only broke up just a few hours ago, and you’re already flirting and trying to replace me?! With him of all people?!” Tiffany pointed at the pathetic-looking fallen Emi.
“He’s cute,” Zoey responded.
“I’m cuter!” Tiffany retorted.
“Yeah, but he’s a boy, and you’re a girl.” Zoey reminded her.
“Agh! How are you so thick-headed to date outside your own species but not gender?!” Tiffany felt like ripping out her own hair.
“Humans are complex creatures.” Zoey stole a line from someone way smarter than her.
She shrugged as Tiffany began yapping her head off. Emi long since left the area, leaving Zoey and Tiffany on the bench outside. Zoey looked up at the vast bright stars in the sky as Tiffany talked about how she was perfect girlfriend material. As if she were performing a presentation in front of important business partners, she spoke about all of her good points and even some of her flaws. But those flaws were things like being too much of an overachiever—bullshit like that.
Inner Zoey tuned her out a long time ago as she just admired the view and atmosphere. Eventually, the two of them returned back to the mansion. Zoey tossed Tiffany out of her room. They were absolutely not sleeping together, ‘besties’ or not. “I thought you forgave me already!” Tiffany cutely whined.
“This and that aren’t the same. If you sneak into my bed while I’m sleeping, I’ll kill you.” Zoey warned her.
“I bet if Emi tried sneaking in your bed, you wouldn’t say that to him…” Tiffany crossed her arms and pouted.
“You’re not wrong.” Zoey closed the door and plopped down on her bed. Beyond the door, she heard Tiffany let out some sounds of frustration.
Obviously, she wasn’t about to fucking fall asleep in a house full of enemies. That’d be really stupid of her. Even stupider than trying to befriend an assassin for a second time… To be honest, Zoey was open to befriending Tiffany, but not yet. She couldn’t let her in until this thing was done and over. She knew that Tiffany was hiding something about herself, something big. And until Zoey found out that information, she couldn’t risk being friends with her. She was too good at hiding her presence.
In fact, if Zoey wasn’t an endurance monster who didn’t need as much sleep as normal humans, she probably wouldn’t even have noticed Tiffany sneaking into her room late at night. The assassin, or whatever she was, lock-picked her way into the room, silently crawled into the room after opening the door ajar just enough for herself to fit through, avoided Zoey’s sight lines from the height of the bed to the door, and hid underneath the bed. It was all done so quickly and quietly that she wasn’t sure if she wasn’t seeing things in the dark.
When Zoey hung her head from over the edge of the bed, staring Tiffany in the eyes, the assassin seemed unable to keep her shock hidden. Tiffany let out a high-pitched scream as Zoey loosened her body. “I warned you, Tiff.” She reached down and grabbed her, intent on teaching her a painful lesson about breaking and entering, along with not respecting people’s boundaries. If Tiffany so happened to reveal her true strength while she was at it, so be it…
