Norlan continued to browse through the folder all night long. So far, although he had just been skimming, he was not even close to the last page. The more he read the more intoxicated he became. How could he not since the shit he was reading felt like it was coming straight out of a fantasy novel.
From realms to runes and ruins. High arts and expressions, available system features to class quests on basic cultivation knowledge and profession information. From alchemists to formation Masters apothecaries to poison Masters. It was all inclusive and he was enjoying reading it.
Then he saw it,a system feature that allowed the system to feed him information straight into his brain. Norlan felt the world fading. He felt sweetness well up in his throat blood threatening to spit out of his mouth.
"Damn... F******king... F******king system!!"he screamed inwardly.
"Do mind your manners, remember reward allocation is still up to me"
Norlan could practically sense this smug look filled with heavy derision smiling at him haughtily.
Puhh!!
That really did it ! He ultimately couldn't help but spit out a mouthfull of blood. He felt delirious,and the beebing sounds of hospital monitors just made it worse. A nurse hurriedly appeared to stabilize him, instantly installing another extra iv bag into his body.
" Are you trying to fu**king kill me?" Yelled Norlan furiously in his head.
Ding!
[ System cannot actively harm host. Even if he is a..a retard ]
That just added salt to his wound.
"Happy thoughts Norlan, breathe,breathe, happy thoughts! Butterflies and flowers. Flowers and butterflies,Happy thoughts "
[Re..tard. What kind of man thinks of butterflies and flowers? Is this the man supposed to have a harem? Was I mistaken when I bonded with him? ]
Norlan ignored it's rumbling. " Happy thoughts Norlan"
He frowned, trying to think about good times during his life. They were surprisingly few! His face flushed with embarrassment, unwillingly thinking about the system's rumblings a while ago.
He recalled and remembered, until finaly smiling as he thought of a certain somebody in particular.
***
The memory span 2 years ago. He was but 17 years old around the time he was running from his previous adapted family. Where was he running you ask? Well if you really want to know,I will tell you. It was quite embarrassing,after all, he was caught jerking off with his adapted sister's panties. All the while peeking at her masturbating. It was a night he did not want to recall. Mostly because he was almost strangled to death by his adapted father.
Anyways ,wo years ago, after running from home, the 17 year old Norlan was chilling at a restaurant. Nursing a cheap mean with the last of his coin.
Norlan smiled as he recalled.
She was sitting with her acquittances,two tables away from his corner table.
Norlan gulped the moment he laid eyes on her, and he found himself cursing whatever cruel god sculpted such allure only to hand it to an ordinary mortal.
Her breasts wet high, swaying as she stood up all the while bragging about his boyfriend's stamina to her friends. This, was of course in a civil metaphoric language that any with a brain could dicifer. Her words were playful and suggestive enough to turn her friends' laughter sharp with implication.
Norlan couldn't care less! Tracing his eyes down to her waist which was beautifully cut in sharp,then he marveled at how they flared into hips that could leave any man brooling.
Her every move made her ass shift, wiggling beneath her alluring short skirt. Norlan felt his face hot, flushed like a red tomato basking in the sun. He then looked under the table, realizing that it wasn't his heart alone that skipped a beat.
His dick was flairing, pasting itself with a bulge into his jeans.
It couldn't be helped!
He took another peek at this goddess. His heart melting,knowing it then and still accepting it now in the present that this gorgeous devil had stolen his heart.
Her hair was a blonde waterfall, her face European with high cheekbones and mesmerizing ocean deep eye. Her lips painted a slightly bruised red. Wet,glossy and kissable even as it became dry from her constant bragging.
She was the most dangerous thing that Norlan had ever seen. And when she made eye contact with the wavy haired Norlan, he knew that she also knew how dangerous and capable she was.
"Conrad?" She called out loud. Looking over at the window besides Norlan.
Outside, a handsome middle aged man could be seen leisurely strolling about. The man's eyes was on the road, his hands on his turncoat while his ears deef from music playing in his headsets.
Disappointment plastered on Norlan's face, knowing full well that this was the guy she was bragging about. " So, she wasn't looking at me.." Reality sank in, his eyes following the blonde lady as she chased after her man.
He sighed, payed his bill and left to catch a bus with the ticked he bought before coming here.
**
Norlan took his disappointed ass and walked out the restaurant.
The night was peaceful yet bustling, streetlights everywhere as he trailed to the bus station. His emotions were in turmoil, all over his face as he wished he was the one she talked about in all her stories.
He walked leisurely, owning the streets as he took shortcuts around tall apartment flasts. For about five minutes he was still thinking about her, his mood gloomy and disappointed for being to young. For not meeting her first.
Stepping out into the light, away from the cover of tall storey buildings, his heart was almost coughed out his mouth.
There she was, hiding herself besides a telephone booth, her skirt swaying gently with the cold night wind. He eyed her curiously, tracing her vision to Conrad the boyfriend, who was about 20 meters from her.
"Conrad? " A woman's voice came from the apartment building conrad was in front of. The woman ran, desire oozing out of her as she kept and landed on Conrad's embrace.
Conrad caught her by the ass,the woman placing his head into her chest, wiggling her breast left to right as if trying to suffocate him.
Norlan glanced at the blonde woman. He felt weirdly happy. Like he was the happiest man alive. Helene, the blonde woman, was however, feeling her world shatter as Conrad kissed the other woman passionately.
Helene's legs gave in,falling down beside the telephone booth, her eyes still glued to the woman hugging Conrad like a Kuala. Bountiful kisses filling the night as Conrad carried the woman into the building.
She knew what was going to happen in there, for she herself was but a few minutes ago,singing praises for Conrad's skill.
She couldn't help but sob.
Hearing her sob, Norlan felt a murderous gaze overtake his happy expression. He gazed at the deperting Conrad with a disgusted look. Then confusion. He looked at Helene, then at the lady in Conrad's embrace. He couldn't understand what was happening.
The other woman was like an ugly duckling when put besides Helene.
" Is that guy stupid?" He uttered in confusion.
Helene heard him. She turned around and faced him, about two metres away. In that moment, an orchestra of emotions could be seen from his face.
Sadness, happyness since she was now single. Disgust, confusion and what was most prominent,pity. Helene picked up on that pity, running away with embarrassment.
Sigh!
Norlan came to. Suppressing his other emotions except for one. Desire. In that moment, he wanted to comfort her, to dry those tears, to kiss those juicy lips, beat the hell out of Conrad and many more.
He stepped forward, crouched where Helene was crying and picked up an earring that must have falled when she fell. He looked at it eagerly, deciding to keep it for rememberance since they would most likely never meet again.
At least now, he had something he could jerk off onto.