The atmosphere in the basement was tense.
The only audible sound was the faint, occasional trickle of water running through the pipes.
At least for Jonathan, it was tense. For Alexis, her deceptively easy, faint smile made it seem like she was perfectly comfortable there.
Which, honestly, wasn't surprising—she had a weapon. Jonathan didn't.
As they stared at each other in silence, Alexis looking way too relaxed as if she'd already won, Jonathan frowned, his mind quietly scrambling for something to make up for his lack of a weapon.
His gaze drifted to the pipes nearby, wondering if he should rip one off to use as a club, but he dismissed the idea as quickly as it came—metal conducts electricity, after all.
When he looked back at her, he noticed the slight shift in her eyes and her smile. She had definitely figured out what he'd been thinking.
'Shit, what can I use?...' His mind raced for options, cycling through everything until an idea finally popped up.
Though, to be fair, its effectiveness was questionable.
'Screw it, it's not like I have much of a choice.' Making up his mind fast, he lowered his hands to the hem of his shirt and yanked it off in one quick motion.
He wrapped it tightly around his hand, his gaze briefly dropping to the vest she'd tossed aside. Thinking quickly, he grabbed it and layered it over the shirt, holding everything together with his only exposed finger—his thumb.
Keeping his eyes on Alexis, he saw how her smile had faded—she was clearly regretting having tossed that vest away so casually.
Finishing his "preparation," he kept staring at her, which she answered by regaining her smirk.
"That's a good idea. Shame I doubt it'll work."
Jonathan shrugged slightly. "Honestly, I think the same thing. But hey, it's worth a shot."
Alexis said nothing more, and he fell silent too.
And so the seconds ticked by in tense, uneasy quiet—until Alexis suddenly attacked.
She lunged forward abruptly, leaning in with that same crazy grin that made her look completely unhinged.
"Holy shit!" Startled by the sight—she looked like some kind of horror movie ghost—Jonathan flinched for a moment.
Which, judging by her grin widening, was exactly what she wanted. She swung her arm forward as soon as she got close.
"Fuck this!" Thankfully, being a trained guy, Jonathan still reacted fast enough to dive to the side.
However, the little space he had didn't do him many favors—she just turned toward him and tried to electrocute him again.
"Goddamn it! Back off, demon!" He twisted his body awkwardly to dodge, shouting as the taser nearly grazed him.
She kept trying to shock him, not giving him a second to breathe, while he continued dodging in frantic, awkward movements.
If someone had been watching from the outside, they'd swear Jonathan looked like Jackie Chan with how clumsy his dodges were.
Finally losing his patience, Jonathan decided to risk it and kicked her away. "Get lost!"
She grunted as his foot hit her side, stumbling back, but even then she swung her arm fast, trying to jab the taser at his leg.
He pulled his leg back just in time, going right back into dodging her attacks—but it was clear he couldn't keep that up for long.
'All or nothing now…' Frowning in concentration, Jonathan waited for the moment she aimed for his torso—and then shoved his covered hand in the way.
His palm, layered with several centimeters of fabric, met the crackling head of the taser.
Both of them froze.
The faint buzzing of the taser echoed through the silent basement as they both looked at his covered hand.
Feeling absolutely nothing, Jonathan confirmed his idea had worked—though he was pretty sure it only did because of the padded vest.
A grin spread across his face as he met Alexis's scowling gaze.
And then, still smiling, he immediately punched her in the face with all his strength.
"Shit." She muttered weakly before the blow landed, throwing herself backward to at least soften the impact.
As she rolled quickly to her feet, a grinning Jonathan calmly held the taser he still had in his covered hand, lowering it to his side as it sparked faintly.
However, his grin vanished into a blank stare when he saw her pull another taser from her pants pocket.
"…Of course you have another one. You're fucking kidding me, right?" He said flatly.
Finding his reaction both funny and kind of cute, Alexis couldn't help but laugh. "Hahaha~ Don't make that face. I already knew I couldn't beat you hand-to-hand. Bringing more than one taser was the logical choice in case you somehow got the first one." She tilted her head slightly, still smiling.
Jonathan clicked his tongue with an annoyed look. "Tsk, why couldn't you just be a dumb yandere?"
Alexis only laughed harder at his words.
Then the two of them locked eyes, both realizing the "second round" was about to begin.
After a moment of silence, they both lunged at each other.
The tasers moved close, almost colliding, before they each pulled back.
Facing each other, they circled, trying to shock the other with quick, short strikes.
It went on like that until, on one more attempt, Jonathan came close to landing a hit—but instead of retreating, she grabbed his arm.
Frowning briefly, Jonathan found it odd—she definitely knew that wasn't a good idea since he could still block the current.
But just as he was about to kick her, she dropped the taser she was holding and turned her back to him, spinning and slamming into him while sweeping his legs out from under him.
He hit the floor hard, her back pressed against his chest, his brow still furrowed in confusion from the sudden move.
"Hahaha~"
She laughed out of nowhere while still holding his hand, her back trembling lightly against his chest.
"What are you laughing at? You do realize I still have the taser, right?" Jonathan asked, raising a brow as a bad feeling slowly crept up his spine.
"Haaa~ it's nothing, I just think this whole situation is hilarious. As for the taser, well, I'd say you're the one in danger now." With her head close to his, she turned slightly, looking at him from the corner of her eye with a grin.
"What are you—" The uneasy feeling spiked, and Jonathan started to ask—but her next action shut him up completely.
She slightly raised her waist, which at that moment without him realizing was pressing her ass against his penis, but as she stood up she quickly moved her other hand to grab his member.
And that froze him, he didn't need to ask to know what her words meant now. "You…" He didn't finish the sentence, cold sweat breaking out on his back as he felt her fingers gently massage his balls.
"Believe me when I say this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you. I really didn't want to do this, but you didn't leave me much of a choice." She sighed sadly, a resigned look appearing on her face.
The corner of his eye twitching at her shamelessness, Jonathan regained his composure as he stared at her through narrowed eyes. "And what exactly do you intend to do? Are you going to turn me into a eunuch just because I don't want to be raped by you?"
"Of course not, after all, that would be a complete waste of potential~" She gave a meaningful smile as she gently squeezed his member. "What I want is simple: I want you to satisfy me."
"Huh?" He looked at her with a suspicious look.
She laughed at his expression. "No need to make that face, I've already accepted my defeat, Jonathan. I've accepted that I won't be able to have your body for myself, at least not yet, but that doesn't mean we can't do other things, does it~?"
Staring in silence for a moment, Jonathan spoke slowly. "...So, you want some foreplay?"
"That's it~ Exactly~ A little foreplay while we both threaten each other, doesn't it sound exciting~?" She smiled beautifully.
"Yes, of course, absolutely, yuuupi~" Jonathan replied in a dry tone.
"So? What are you waiting for?" She looked at him expectantly.
Looking at her silently, he exhaled weakly, looking at his covered hand and staring at it for a moment, seemingly making up his mind, then he shook his hand as he released his clothes.
With his free hand, he flexed his fingers for a moment, looking at her one last time, then frowning, he moved his hand towards her crotch.
Her gaze followed him as he touched his belt and quickly unbuckled it, then unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, opening the front.
With her heart racing, Alexis felt his hand lightly push her pants down roughly, finally revealing most of her vagina covered by a pair of black lace panties matching her bra.
And then, she saw him touching her.
"Hng~" Letting out a soft, involuntary moan, she bit her lip and closed one eye against the wave of satisfaction and pleasure as she felt his warm, thick, and rough fingers rubbing her pussy.
'Yes! Finally!' Screaming internally with joy, she savored the sensation that sent shivers of pleasure through her.
But that feeling passed, and she almost groaned in frustration when he pulled his hand away, but her joy returned when she saw him bring his hand to her breasts, roughly lowering her bra.
Jonathan blinked in surprise at the sight of her pink nipples. He hadn't expected that color, especially since he knew they were normally a darker shade. But despite his surprise, he didn't pause for more than a moment before continuing.
She then felt the same rough, warm sensation of his hands as he kneaded and squeezed her breasts like they were stress balls or bread dough.
Pleasure flooded her mind again as he pinched her nipples or rubbed them between his fingers, although it was a rough sensation, it was strangely satisfying even though she was being treated in a dominant manner.
She was the woman, the normal thing would be for her to be the dominant one, the rough one, but those thoughts didn't even cross her mind, as she just enjoyed the feeling.
He then stopped rubbing her breasts and brought his hand to her mouth. Without realizing it, she instinctively opened her mouth, saliva pooling in large quantities as he placed his fingers in her mouth.
"Hmm~" She sucked on his fingers greedily as she moaned lightly, the salty taste coating her tongue as she danced it between his fingers.
"Huaa~" She exclaimed softly as he withdrew his fingers and she watched with narrowed eyes as he lowered them back into her pussy.
She watched expectantly as he reached under her panties and touched her directly with his wet fingers.
"Haaa~" She moaned, nearly throwing her head back as he began touching her immediately, his fingers moving up, down, and wiggling roughly over her nether lips.
"Hang~" Seus olhos se apertava enquanto ela mordia o labio a medida que o prazer foi aumentado cada vez mais.
'This way I go...!' She felt herself getting closer and closer to her limit, trying her best to hold back, but it was useless.
Soon, she came.
"Haaannnngggggg~" A moan, almost a scream, escaped her throat, her back arching as the orgasm exploded through her system, her mind drenched in the pleasure that seemed to last an eternity.
Until the sensation subsides, and with it comes immediate relief and, with it, unconsciousness.
This is thanks to the person responsible being exactly the one she so desired, her mind simply fading away with satisfaction.
With her passing out, Jonathan pulled his fingers away, and the grip that hadn't loosened on his penis and hand finally lessened as he pushed her aside and stood up.
Standing up, he stared at the unconscious girl who had a silly smile on her face, her breasts exposed and her panties visible with a very obvious dampness even in the dark fabric.
He also didn't find it strange that the orgasm came quickly, because, like many changes in this world, this was one of them.
Women were the quick shooters here, thanks to the much greater sensitivity of their erogenous zones, which made them the butt of precociousness jokes rather than men.
Yes, in this world that meme of the woman apologizing for cumming too quickly because the guy was so hot was real here.
He was also thinking about what to do now, but he quickly decided to leave things as they were for the moment—he could ask Maya for help with this later.
Yeah, he knew it was all just conjecture. He barely knew the woman and was already depending on her and blah blah blah, but honestly, he just didn't want the headache of dealing with a potential yandere. Locking her up would probably only make things worse.
Making up his mind quickly, Jonathan finally decided to leave—but the cold sensation on his fingers made him stop.
Raising his hand, he looked at his fingers, which glistened with moisture.
After a moment of silence, he shrugged and put them directly into his mouth.
He nodded to himself. "Yeah, kind of salty and sweet? A little citrusy, she definitely ate pineapple." He was sure of it because he knew pineapple worked on women too, and besides, he ate pineapple slices every day.
Taking his fingers out of his mouth, he wiped them with her vest and grabbed his shirt, quickly leaving.
Hopefully, Elizabeth and Marianne wouldn't have noticed he'd disappeared in the meantime.
...
[Saturday, Afternoon, Street Near a Junkyard]
Things had almost gone wrong yesterday.
Fortunately—or unfortunately—something had happened that distracted those two for a while before they could go out looking for him.
Tyrone had gotten into an argument with another guy over a foul that Megan had suffered.
Apparently, the guy had called her a crybaby and complained that she was overreacting.
And Tyrone being Tyrone, he didn't let that slide.
In the end, the two almost got into a fight—and yeah, it was with a fan from the same team.
Of course, despite that, Jonathan still had to come up with an excuse. He just said something random while steering the conversation away from the topic. He didn't like lying and didn't feel comfortable doing it, but for now, it was better that way. He'd talk about what happened eventually.
Aside from those incidents, the rest of his night went on normally. He went home, took a shower, had dinner, spent some time with the three women in his house, and went to bed believing that the next day would hopefully be normal.
It wasn't.
Early in the morning, the moment he grabbed his phone, he noticed a strange notification from an unknown number. The sender identified herself as Maya and asked to meet him.
And here he was, heading to the address she'd given to meet the suspicious woman.
Since he was a kid, Rachel had always told him not to accept invitations from strangers—but here he was, going straight to one.
Finally arriving at the meeting spot—a junkyard a few blocks from his house—he walked in, pushing open the gate that was strangely unlocked.
Walking carefully with his hands in his pockets, he didn't have to go far to find her.
Standing near the shell of an old ambulance, Maya had her arms crossed, wearing the same tactical outfit as before, with an unfamiliar girl beside her, hands tucked into her jacket pockets.
"Hey, Jonathan. Been a while. How are you?" Maya asked with a smile.
"I'm fine. My life has definitely stayed the same," Jonathan replied with an easy smile that clearly said otherwise as he walked closer to her.