"Hey, kid," SGT-5 tapped on Zeno's shoulder as soon as the boy's head slid, dozing off.
"Mm…" Zeno's eyes snapped open, blinking multiple times, staring at the soldier standing in front of him.
"You look tired… lie down properly on the chair." SGT-5 smiled, then walked out from the boy's front.
"Why is Uncle taking so long?" Zeno whispered, yawning heavily. He tilted himself, stretched his body, then lay down on the foamy couch.
The voices waving around him muffled as he yawned, closing his eyes.
As soon as his eyes closed, reality thinned like smoke, followed by strange faces that reeled in his mind.
He saw himself locking eyes with the uncle at the front of a building that had the Baker Street Apartment inscribed on it.
Voices, wind, and dust reeled past him as he stared at his own self nearing the uncle. Then he saw his uncle take the same candy wrapped in gold rubber out of his pocket.
"Take this," the uncle threw the candy. Zeno watched the other version of himself catch the candy midair and begin devouring it.
"Do we know each other?" The new Zeno whirled around as the old one in the dream ran toward the uncle, then gestured for him to lean in.
"What is it this time, All-Knowing Zeno?"
"All-Knowing Zeno?" Thoughts reeled in Zeno's mind when he saw the uncle's face ignite with joy.
Just as the uncle stood up laughing, a huge dusty wind flew past him. "My eyes," he covered his eyes with his palms.
As soon as the wind stopped, Zeno saw himself lying in a pool of blood, a winged human with a monstrous face standing in front of him, his skin peeled off.
Zeno vomited, coughed, then tried calming his breath. But then, he saw the uncle exit from the transparent door of the building at great speed.
"Uncle," he moved forward, his arms stretched, almost as if trying to push the uncle away, but the uncle shoved through him.
Standing there with shock filling his gut, Zeno saw a lady standing by the doorway, screaming. "ELIA!"
Saliva snaked down Zeno's throat when he shifted his gaze to the uncle's direction and saw the uncle holding the version of himself that had his skin peeled.
The moment the uncle ducked, everything darkened in Zeno's vision.
"HAAAAaah!!!" Zeno exhaled sharply as a strange force snapped him awake.
Cold sweat clung to his neck as his whole body jolted, the echo of the lady's scream still ringing in his ears.
For a second, his nostrils remained tight, his eyes locked on the floor.
At the front, he saw the lady he had seen in the dream standing there, smiling.
"Hey, kid, I'm Sophia," the lady said, stretching her arm forward. "Care to shift so I sit beside you?"
Without hesitation, Zeno raised his upper arm and then began rubbing his eyes with the back of his palms.
"Did I die? And who is that lady?" He lowered his gaze, scanned the lady, watched her sit closer to him, then shifted his gaze to the tiled floor.
"I'm a friend of Elia. I heard you came here with him." The lady gave out a soft laugh, then wrapped her arms around the boy.
"You look different now," Sophia pulled her head back, stared at the boy's smooth face, then smiled.
Zeno sat there, the lady's arms around his shoulder, his mind trying to process all the memories and knowledge that were seeping into his mind at a god-like speed.
Meanwhile, inside the closed door, Zeno and Sophia sat in front of Elia, who lay on the bed, his head buried between the legs, opened wide like a triangle.
"Mmmmm…" sweet moans escaped from Aria while her body vibrated with every shift of Elia's tongue.
She stretched her right arm forward, grabbed the back of Elia's head, then began to move it up and down slowly.
"Yes… yes… yes…"
Her eyes rolled, her pupils vanishing, replaced by the white eyes as if blind.
Elia slowly lifted his head, licking the wet pink skin of the lady. "Take this." He bit the clitoris of the lady as soon as he pulled his tongue out of the lady's p*ssy.
Aria's dam broke, her love juice splashing on Elia's face like a blessing.
"I love it when you lose control like this, Aria," Elia raised himself from the spread legs, closed his eyes, then inhaled the sweet scent wafting through the dim room.
'I can't wait to receive the special gift that came with the notification.' He smiled, cracking his eyes open, the thought ramming through his skull.
"Don't tell me you're done, Elia." Aria frowned, the last drop of her juice dripping on the bed.
Elia's brow crumpled as he shifted his gaze to Aria's breasts. "Nah, I haven't even started."
He unlocked his belt, pulled down his jeans, then moved closer to the shimmering pink skin that kept pulsing.
"Do you want it smooth or rough?" He licked his lips, staring at Aria's dull eyes.
"I want—"
Without waiting for Aria to finish her sentence, the soft head of Elia's hardened cock brushed past the surface of the p*ssy.
"DO ME ANY STYLE YOU WANT!!!"
"As you wish," Elia brushed the cock on the opener three consecutive times, then shoved it in, a popping sound following it.
"FUUUUUCKKK!!!"
Aria's mind died, her body stretching like a snake while her breath hitched.
For straight two hours, the skin of Aria's p*ssy reddened as Elia's big, hard cock pounded her as if she wasn't a human.
Another two hours passed, and Elia made her lie on the left side, with him lying at her back. Like digging a hole in Aria, Elia's waist moved to and fro, the wet popping sounds intensifying.
They continued over and over, changing into many styles Elia couldn't even name.
After seven hours, as all the sounds in the CODX workers' apartment died down, the moaning sound from Aria's room filled the air like a classical hymn.
"Why disturb us like this?" All the single workers became angry as the horny moaning sound kept piercing through their ears, no matter the number of pillows they placed on their heads.
"Baby, why don't you do me? I'm already wet." Those who slept with their wives or concubines began having sex at a devilish rate.
The air outside the apartment turned so horny that even birds and other animals that were in their nests and in their dens began to mate.
Meanwhile, far away, Nicholas stood at the front of the Jordan Hospital, his red eyes glowing.
"They tasted so good." He licked the blood on his lips and his fingers. "I would have been a fool if I hadn't tasted them."
The bones in his body cracked as he whipped his head to the left. "Where did those two kids go?" He squinted, then focused on the energy moving in the far distance.
"Why waste the energy… when it can double it for you." He took one step but skipped through time, moving like a spirit.
"Uncle, please!!!" the boy with silver eyes screamed, stumbling on the ground as Nicholas reeled past him and stopped.
The boy's fingers crawled on the ground as he watched the guy close in on him.
"Shh… I won't kill you." Nicholas placed the index finger of his right arm on his lips, while his left arm rested on his back.
He crouched down, leaned to the boy's level, then began brushing his right arm on the boy's silver hair.
"I won't do anything bad to you. I'm just—" his eyes blazed, seeing the blood that kept pumping at the boy's left neck. "I'm just hungry."
His fangs emerged from his teeth. "No! No!! No!!! Not now," he tried calming his urge for the boy's blood, but his heart pounded so fast that he didn't know when his fangs pierced the boy's neck.
"Uncle! Uncle!! Uncle!!!"
Wet screams escaped from the boy as he tried using his small strength to push the guy away.
After two minutes, as the boy's skin turned pale, Nicholas pulled his head back, then inhaled deeply.
"You… your blood is like honey." His tongue kept licking the blood as he watched the boy's pale body.
As the boy lay there, his body twitching, Nicholas leaned in again. "Don't die yet, I have a gift for you."
He bit his own palm, then placed it on the boy's mouth. "Let me help you rise up," he wrapped his arms around the boy's head, then made the boy's head lean on his lap.
"Drink, drink till all the blood I took from you gets back into your veins."
He forced his blood to drip into the boy's mouth, then squeezed his arm, making more blood gush into the boy's throat.
After the boy swallowed tons of blood, Nicholas loosened his arms and then stood up. "This should work."
He stood there, the heels of his boots tapping on the ground as he counted his fingers.
When the boy's twitching stopped, Nicholas grinned. "By my blood, arise!"
With a deep gasp for breath, the boy woke up, his silver eyes turning red.