Right now, I’m lounging in a quiet corner of the studio, a secluded spot with chairs close to the open air. People rarely come here, and for me it’s the perfect place to relax.

I’m scrolling through my phone, checking the views on my video with Lola. They’re still climbing, and the hot tag has kicked in. Engagement is up too, but I don’t open the comments, I already expect a flood of hate from vampires. Better to ignore them. As long as the views keep racking up and the money flows in, nothing else matters.

I don’t mind getting insulted or looked down on if it pays well. Hell, prideful as I am, I’d lick someone’s shoe clean if they offered me a huge amount of money.

But one thing I’d never do, no matter the price, is get cucked. Even a shameless man like me has his dignity on that front.

I close my eyes and inhale deeply, a smile blooming on my face. To be honest, I’m kind of enjoying this life. It was rough at first, grinding at a cement factory—then suddenly becoming financially stable overnight and now on track to getting rich. I’m also about to marry three beautiful, hardworking women. What more could I ask for?

Still lost in thought, I notice a Mana signature approaching. My training has paid off; my understanding of Mana has deepened, and I can now read life signatures from its fluctuations.

I open my eyes and see Lasawani storming toward me furiously. She crashes into the seat beside me.

"You!"

"Why are you sweating so much? You’ll ruin your makeup," I say with a chuckle that only infuriates her more.

"Why did you lie to me?!"

"About what?" I ask, still playing dumb.

"Don’t give me that crap! You said Erin wasn’t your girlfriend, but you’re engaged to her and planning to marry soon. I saw you two heading to see Shaba this morning!" she exclaims angrily, demanding answers.

I simply sigh.

"Does it even matter? Why are you so worked up? I wanted to keep me and Erin’s relationship secret back then, but you should’ve seen the clues," I say softly.

"I knew it. I knew something was off with how protective Erin got around me. You’re right, it doesn’t matter. It’s not like we’re dating. What about the reward you promised me?" Lasawani asks, her eyes gleaming like an eager puppy.

I smirk.

"Your reward, huh," I mutter, looking her up and down. I glance behind me to check if anyone’s coming, but the area is clear.

Suddenly, I grab one of Lasawani’s boobs through her shirt and bra, squeezing hard like I want to pop it.

"Uwaaaaaahnnnn~" Lasawani lets out a pained moan, only to get more shocked as I grab the second one and squeeze it the same way.

RIP.

In one swift motion, I rip off her blouse and snap her bra, exposing her big tits and swollen pink nipples.

I flick one nipple with my index finger and her body jerks violently. That tells me her arousal is at its peak.

My gaze drops to her extremely tight skirt. I yank it up to her abdomen, revealing her black thong connected to her stockings.

Without warning, I tear the thong clean off—it comes away like paper and I’m greeted by Lasawani’s wet, puffy pussy. Damn, she has one hell of a phat pussy. I gulp uncontrollably at the sight, her lips glistening with leaking wetness.

"Nngh~ Do you want to fuck me here? What if the others see us screwing?" Lasawani moans loudly.

"Fuck you? I never said I’d fuck you for free. I only promised a reward," I reply. In the next moment, I lift her onto my lap, her back against my chest, facing the alleyway—her tits and wet pussy fully exposed, legs spread wide and bent.

"W-Wait, you won’t fuck me—Aaaahunnn~"

I silence her by shoving two fingers into her sopping pussy without warning, my left hand gripping one of her tits hard while my tongue licks her ear.

"T-This is... Uwaaaanh~"

I quickly chant a spell, coating my fingers, including the ones inside her in frost. A chilling sensation spreads through her. I curl my fingers in a come-hither motion, working them like grip strength training, while my thumb strokes her swollen clit in smooth circles. The frost amplifies the slickness, making her body jerk uncontrollably.

"Nghh~"

"Knmmhh~"

"Ouwaa~"

"It’s coming..."

"S-Something is coming..."

"Iyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanaaaaaaan~"

With a loud cry, a sudden pressure pushes my fingers outward as a thick, viscous gush of slimy fluid erupts from her, mixing with her squirt and shooting into the air in powerful streams.

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The aftermath leaves a frown on my face. Lasawani is still slumped on my lap, her body utterly drained, like every drop of fluid has been wrung out of her.

Her breathing is ragged. Every time she tries to stand, her legs wobble and she collapses back onto me.

I can only wait for her to recover. What pisses me off is the mess she made—my pants are completely soaked from her climax. I didn’t expect such an intense reaction since I hadn’t even used Pleasure Touch. The frost on my fingers was supposed to be the main trick.

After about ten minutes, her breathing steadies. She stands on visibly shaky legs, gives me a strange, disbelieving look, but says nothing. She bends down, picks up her torn thong, and sprints off.

I smirk at the sight, then get up to find somewhere to change my clothes. If I play this right, Lasawani might become my next cash cow. If she cums this hard from just my fingers, she’ll do anything to take my cock again.

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