29 guessed almost exactly, and her reappearance was probably not out of interest.
Yasha knocked on the door of his house openly, and turned on some kind of device a few minutes later, and sent it directly. She turned on the radio, turned the music to the loudest, and told 329 not to go out tonight. She smiled apologetically at 329 without explaining anything. The same goes for the second time, and the same for the third time. She came with great fanfare and walked quietly, coming and going in a hurry, as if passing through a passage somewhere. It is true that 329's head has been operated on, but he is not a fool. By now, he can't fail to see the lady's intentions.
It's nothing more than doing something with him.
Surveillance is everywhere, people are being watched, and a big shot like Yasha is probably in a certain net. Probably because of family grievances or some emotional disputes, she needs a shield to explain where she went after she left home. Important things are hidden, and irrelevant things are brought to light.
For example, 329, after losing its interest, can still be used by waste.
Soon, 329 lost his morning and afternoon jobs, and the bosses fired him on the same day. That night, the night shift company sent a full-time work contract. From now on, he will be able to work full-time in this company that includes board and lodging and can get paid without going. From now on, Yasha's visit doesn't need to think of any excuses for asking for leave, and she finally doesn't make any cover-ups.
This is what the supernatural powers can do, as long as they want, they can, 329 has no doubts. This is not unusual, even reasonable, but it was the kindness at the beginning that surprised 329. Yes, when Yasha used various methods to ask for leave for him, he was also grateful in addition to being shocked. She can come and go as she likes, and she doesn't have to care about whether a small person will lose her job because of it. The work is indeed hard, but it is almost everything in 329: the labor is exchanged for wages, and the wages allow him to live outside instead of dying or being sent to an omega shelter. In a world where he can't help himself, this is already the greatest freedom he can grasp.
Now, he is unemployed.
From the watch, 329 still has a legal job and income. At first he came to work on time, until the situation became more and more difficult, and even a shameless exile like himself began to be on pins and needles - since Asha stopped covering up, his boss didn't let him do any work, except for him . 329 had to spend the whole day with nothing to do, with colleagues far away whispering, and the receptionist near him looked disdainful. He found it harder to bear the digging gazes from all directions than to be ignored and outright hurt.
So 329 returned to the dormitory, anyway, this job has nothing to do with him. As long as Asha wanted it, it didn't matter if he was absent every day. And when Asha got bored, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.
329 was a little dazed by the huge amount of time that was freed up all of a sudden. He seemed to have nothing to do except work. In his fragmented memory, perhaps one or two people he knew were still alive, but the area where he was confined was too far away from his childhood residence, so it was unlikely that he would meet. Exiles have many restrictions, 329 can't even buy newspapers. He spent most of his time in his dorm, exercising to exhaustion and emptying his mind.
I am not dissatisfied, 329 said to himself, what is there to be dissatisfied with if there is food and shelter, enough sleep, and no harm? Compared with his previous life, how much better he is now, and he should be grateful.
Only sometimes, 329 would think of the promotional words of the Omega Sanctuary, "providing the best food and shelter for the bottom omegas", "the softest bed", and "no harm".
Come on, he just needs to sleep with one person.
In fact, 329 hasn't slept with his owner for a long time, Asha is too busy to make a tired omega. She has no time for sex, no time to sleep, no time to eat, no time to chat... All of the above should be modified, "with him". Perhaps elsewhere, Asha has a new haven, where there will be new challenges she likes.
A few weeks later, Yasha finally took 329 out again, this time without the motorcycle. She took 329's arm, led him to wander aimlessly, and walked into a clothing store impromptu. That was the place where 329 worked in the morning, and he could see the surprise and advice in the eyes of his colleagues. It's amazing to be next to the rich and powerful! —Who would dare to hold the exile's hand in broad daylight? The store manager rushed to greet her, but Yasha waved her away, still smiling obsequiously.
This is still a display, Yasha occupied the store, casually demanded to clear the place, let 329 go to change clothes, and showed her ownership of him in full view. No, saying that would be taking herself too seriously, all she showed was... 329 didn't know, he didn't understand the world Asha lived in. He just needs to obey the arrangement, as a competent ornament.
All the clothes that were not allowed to be touched by 329 in the past were taken out, Yasha pointed at them, and someone hurriedly unpacked them. 329 went in and out of the fitting room, showing Yasha one set of clothes after another, like a private catwalk. Soon, a higher-level person from the store came, with his waist bent tens of degrees more than the store manager, and his compliments were endless.
"I never thought that we would have such an honor! I didn't know you were here, it's a great disappointment!" He said with trepidation, "If you don't mind, this month's latest limited edition will be sent to..."
"It's interesting to go shopping occasionally." Yasha interrupted him with a smile, "I haven't been to such a place where I need to try clothes."
Of course, every piece of clothing on her body is a high-tech product, tailor-made, absolutely suitable, and there is no need to try it.
The noble girl chatted with each other one after another, her eyes fixed on 329. Her eyes licked 329's cheeks, slid down her neck, and got into the neckline, making 329's skin feel hot. He felt a little overwhelmed, even though he was wearing three layers of clothes, Asha's eyes still made him feel naked. There were no other customers in the store, but the clerks were still there, and their staring, or "they were watching Asha and looking at him", made 329 feel uncomfortable, as if someone was intervening in a private situation.
The next set of clothes is a retro military uniform, made to imitate the military uniforms before the cataclysm, with a side effect, it also looks a bit like the consul's pro-guard uniform. Yasha stood not far away with her arms folded, her eyes shining brightly. "It suits you very well, it's very beautiful." She praised, "Where's the saber? Don't you have a saber?"
The person next to him immediately said yes, and 329 went back to the locker room to get the sword. He found the sword, but didn't know where to put it.
The saber is just a decoration, and the decoration means complicated knots and locks. 329 bent over and fiddled with it for a long time but couldn't put the sword in the right position. When the door of the locker room was opened, he thought Asha was impatient and asked someone to come in and help him.
A pair of arms wrapped around 329's waist, and he let go of the sword in shock. When the sword fell to the ground, he stopped moving—329 recognized the owner of the hand. Yasha had her arms around his waist, her chin resting on his back, her hands sliding down.
"Can I?" she said, pressing her palm between 329's legs.
She pressed 329's crotch with her hand, but her tone was as sincere as if she was inviting a dance at a banquet. Her hug made 329's heart beat wildly, and the blood first rushed to the top of his head, and then spread to his face. Under that slender hand, 329 began to erect. May I? Yes, yes, what else could he do but nod.
The alpha undid his belt, and the knots and clasps were easily undone in her hands. The clothes hadn't been taken off, they were just left open, and the trousers had been slid down and hung on the military boots. In this small space, they copulate standing, leaning against the thin wall. The girl turned his face and kissed him. At first she was polite, but after a while she was hungry, as if she wanted to suck his tongue off.
Breathing and heartbeats rumbled in 329's ears, and his legs trembled as Asha entered him. Alpha grabbed his hipbone and thrust it very quickly, until 329 couldn't hold on to the wall, and slid down bit by bit. In this position, he could only see the snow-white wall and the wooden floor in front of his eyes, and he could only feel the hands on his waist and hips and the penis in his buttocks. To be honest, the penises of the alphas don't feel much different. A vague uneasiness rose in 329's heart. He tried to turn around, but was interrupted by collisions frequently. He took a deep breath quickly, freed up a hand, and stroked back tremblingly.
That hand touched Yasha's waist, and the girl giggled, as if she was itchy. The panic in my heart disappeared with the appearance of laughter, and the tinnitus disappeared. Asha pulled it out and turned the 329 over.
The door of the locker room has been closed, and in this place where there are only them, Alpha's eyes become more fiery and straightforward. They were so close together that their noses almost touched, and the pupils in those green eyes were full, like the round pupils of a cat at midnight, reflecting 329's face. Her eyes are always like that when they make love, writing amazing praise on every texture, focusing like a treasure, devout like worshiping a god, 329 thought, who wouldn't be dizzy under this gaze
Yasha ripped off 329's trousers hanging from his boots, and threw one leg over his shoulder. "Don't be afraid, I can support you." She panted and laughed, leaned over and bit 329's chin lightly. 329 couldn't help stroking her back. The girl's body was round and delicate, which made him want to touch her, and make him want to stop, lest the calluses on his hands scratch the tender skin. He withdrew his hand, and Asha caught him,