Not talking, just like this, Yasha's heart is about to jump out. She wanted to bite him hard, to bleed from him, to hear him cry and howl, but she felt that she couldn't bear to make a tooth mark. He was looking at her, making Yasha want to touch her hair. Is her hair messed up? Did she make any unseemly noises, show any silly looks? If she really did, that's something that can't be helped. He was lying under her alive, better than every erotic dream, better than any imitation. Asha was joining him (through a layer of rubber, which was a pity), and the thought of her touching his skin and insides made her orgasm quickly.
They did it twice that night.
The first time ended quickly, and the little girl fell on top of 329 panting and even apologized for her poor performance. "I lack practical experience." She said coyly, "It won't be like this next time!" The next time she formed a knot in 329's body, she carefully chose the side position. too tired.
Overall, not too bad.
The girl herself was already excited enough that she didn't need 329 to make any more noises to cooperate. The two intercourses were neither comfortable nor painful, just average, thank goodness. Yasha didn't take off her clothes the whole time, and when knots began to form for the second time, she seemed to think of something and stripped herself naked all at once. The little alpha hugged 329 naked, rubbed it back and forth, and let out a satisfied sigh, as if jumping on the bed after a day's work, hugging the quilt and dawdling.
Her hairy head was pressed against 329's back, her skin was as smooth as silk, and her small breasts were pressed against his body, as soft as her lips. Yasha kissed his back repeatedly and said, "It's my birthday today!"
What, do you still want me to give you a gift? 329 thought.
"It's the best birthday ever." Asha sighed.
A stranger invaded my room illegally and fucked me to celebrate his birthday. 329 thought. But he still didn't feel angry, only funny. Perhaps because there are so many things to be angry about, and it takes too much energy to worry about them, a polite rapist is nothing. It may also be because of Yasha herself, there are really born princesses in this world, young and sweet, innocent and innocent, it seems natural to ask for anything.
329's eyes almost closed.
He's too sleepy to take another shower, so be it. Alpha is still inserted in his body, but her touch and kiss are gentle and pure, like grooming a pet.
"I want to give you a present!" Asha said. "What do you want?"
What is this, spiritual compensation or prostitution? 329 once again raised the sense of absurdity. He's been called a "bitch" countless times, but he's not a whore, you see, if someone wants to fuck him, they don't have to pay, he's free. The exiles need to pay a huge amount of fines to reduce their sentence, and the money will be automatically transferred from the account every month, and the account is strictly audited, and every sum of money must be legal. Commercial prostitution is an illegal industry.
So he said, "Eight hours of sleep."
The girl's answering voice floated from behind, and 329 could no longer hear it clearly.
The next day, 329 woke up from the rental house. The watch showed that it was ten o'clock in the morning, and the alarm clock at half past five did not ring. He closed his eyes hard, lay on the bed for a while, and got up to wash.
He's four hours late and the boss is sure to fire him and most likely refuse to pay him for the month. He had to go to that store, after all his security deposit was still being held there. After 329 finished washing, he walked to the workplace five streets away, and it was unexpectedly deserted. The doors of shops across the street were closed, with handwritten notes pasted on the doors.
"I heard that there is a problem with the filter." Passers-by are complaining, "The water supply and power supply are cut off, and I don't know how long it will be shut down."
The water and electricity cutoff lasted only one day, and when 329 went to work the next day, the boss didn't even realize that he was late yesterday.
3. chat
Just like any accident in 329's life, the night of the uninvited guest's visit gradually fades away, and life will continue.
He works three jobs, eats, sleeps, and works out in limited time and space. The omegas among the exiles enjoy another benefit, a free medical examination once a quarter. If the medical examination finds that these omegas deliberately harm themselves or are unable to take care of themselves, the government will "provide help." They will be sent to public omega shelters to receive the best possible care.
The omega in the sanctuary have the most nutritious food, the best treatment, and the most suitable schedule. They don't have to do any work, they just need to be "mothers" or "lover". The two functions are divided according to physical condition, and doctors will stamp into their wristwatches, and better genes are used for reproduction. They will continue to give birth to citizens in the next few decades, or comfort the restless body and mind of single alphas in the next few decades. These are all public welfare undertakings. Who said that the cost of artificial uterus is too high, and prostitution is illegal Woolen cloth.
329 is not in danger of being protected yet, and he's doing his best to stay healthy. If he works hard enough, he can take off his collar and pay off his sentence in more than thirty years, which is about the same as the retirement time of ordinary people. As for what he will do with no savings and no pension after more than 30 years, that is a matter for the future.
It was an ordinary day, nothing special happened.
Someone knocked down 329 in the morning, almost pushed him under the wheels, and ran away before he could stand up. It was the man with the collar, too, an exiled alpha who gave him a hateful glare before running away, looking unapologetic for running him over. The exiles are not allowed to contact each other, and 329 has not encountered a few of the same kind in this year, and occasionally they overlap, and the result is not friendly. Alphas and betas among the homeless can only die in misery when they are unable to work, but omega has other options, and there is no way to attract people's hatred.
At noon, the newcomers in the same group as 329 did not operate properly, and there was a problem with the sorting machine. The construction site used this as an excuse to deduct the lunch of the entire group. 329 went to get some water to drink, and when he came back, he found the newcomer lying on the ground, having been beaten badly. 329 reached out to help him, but was thrown away. The man got up and hurried out, keeping his head down the whole time.
The afternoon factory boss, a loyal supporter of the consul, once again ordered workers to stop work while the news was on, clapping to the screen. The Archon waved his hand at the screen, and his son stood two steps behind him. The son of the Consul does not have a title, and the people call him "Crown Prince" in private. After all, the highest power of Sanctuary has been handed over in a family for several generations. The consul received a certain dignitary, and the dignitary said that the environment on the edge of the shelter would definitely improve, and the mob would definitely be dealt with. It was not important news, it was just commonplace.
After the afternoon ended, 329 was finally able to eat the first meal of the day.
He was chewing compressed biscuits, which were cheap and basically guaranteed the nutrition of a meal, but tasted like sawdust, hard and dry, and took a while to bite. 329 walked towards the rental house while eating, and there was more than half an hour before the night's work started, enough for him to change clothes.
He opened the door, and there were already people in the house.
The young alpha sat on his bed, because there was no desk or chair in this small low-rent house. This time Yasha was awake, and as soon as 329 entered the door, she stood up energetically and greeted with a smile, "Good evening!"
"... good evening." 329 said.
"I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye last time. I have to go home, or my parents will be worried." Asha said with an apologetic face, "You slept too soundly, I can't bear to wake you up. I slept well last time Is it? Your complexion is much better than last time, I'm so happy."
"I still have work at night..." 329 said.
"There is a problem with the signal light on Sixth Street. There was a traffic accident not long ago. The store you work for may not be able to open at night." Yasha said, "Do you need me to call up relevant reports for you?"
329 didn't speak, and she tuned out the news on her own. Projected on the grimy walls of the rental house, the report did exactly what she said.
She can cut off water and electricity in a street, can "declare" a traffic accident, and of course can make an exile lose arms and legs, half dead. Although he didn't know why the other party was bothering someone like him, 329 believed that such a warning was enough.
His mouth became very dry and he suddenly lost his appetite. There was no place to put the half-eaten biscuits in the rental house, so he stuffed all the remaining compressed biscuits into his mouth, chewed hard, and swallowed. Hard biscuit crumbs scratched his throat, and 329 took a few sips of water to push them down.
"Ah, don't worry, don't choke!" Yasha said quickly, "I have a lot of time this time."
"You won't 'have sex' with me?" 329 said.
"That's not true..." The girl touched her nose and showed a shy smile, "But this time we have more time, so we can do something else first?"
She looked around the rental house, looked around, but saw nothing to do.
"Like, um, can we chat?" she sat back on the bed, expectantly.
Chat, how fresh.
Even among ordinary people, I am afraid that it is rare to say "now let's chat" in a serious way-do ordinary people? 329 is not sure, he can't remember, the life of ordinary people seems to be a thing of the previous life. The absurdity didn't bother him. When falling asleep before being too tired, 329 would occasionally talk to the pillow. Sometimes you just... need to talk