Chapter 239: Chapter 239 – Hydrant Bomb

Time flies when you’re having fun. I’d lost count of how long I’d been ravaging this woman like a madman. I drew a breath, feeling how Charlotte’s limp body still pulsed faintly around me. But I wasn’t finished.

I flipped her unconscious body over, laying her face-down on the already-soaked sheets. Her plump ass was raised, still plugged by the stethoscope I’d inserted earlier. Around that obstruction, some of my cum had begun seeping out, wetting the base of her thighs.

“Nurse Charlie,” I whispered in her ear, even though she was unconscious. “We still have a lot of work to do.”

I pulled the stethoscope out slowly. Charlotte let out a soft moan in her unconscious state—her body’s reflexive response, still sensitive. Once the stethoscope was completely out, the cum trapped inside gushed forth, soaking her ass, her thighs, and the sheets beneath her.

But I didn’t care. I aimed my hard cock at her gaping asshole again. This time it slid in easily—slick from my own cum. I started pumping again.

Charlotte was unconscious, but her body responded. Her ass pulsed around me, her vagina released fluids every time I thrust from within, her nipples hardened even though she was out cold.

“This is for you, Nurse Charlie,” I groaned, continuing to pump. “Feel this last injection.”

After a few minutes, I peaked again. My hot burst flooded her already-full ass. Fresh cum mixed with the old, creating a warm pool inside her.

As a result, Charlotte regained consciousness, her eyes fluttering open weakly.

I looked at Charlotte lying limp before me, her body still pulsing with the remnants of pleasure. Her eyes were half-closed, her breath came in gasps, and on her face was a happy expression she couldn’t hide.

I reached for her beautiful brown hair, gripping it tightly. Then I pulled her head closer, guiding it toward my cock, still hard and wet from our fluids.

“Nurse Charlie,” I said, my voice low and authoritative. “Your job isn’t finished. You need to clean this syringe.”

Charlotte blinked, trying to focus even though her mind was still hazy. “Clean it… with what, doctor?”

“With your mouth, of course.” I pressed her head closer. “That’s a good nurse’s duty, isn’t it? Cleaning medical equipment after use.”

Charlotte bit her lip. But she didn’t resist. Slowly, with weak movements, she opened her mouth.

I slid my cock into her warm mouth. Not deep, just enough for her lips to reach the tip. Then I started rubbing it, cleaning off the remaining fluids clinging to it.

Charlotte’s tongue moved lazily, licking my shaft obediently. Her half-closed eyes looked at me with a mixed expression.

“Good girl, Nurse Charlie,” I praised, stroking her hair gently. “You’re truly a talented nurse. See, my cock is clean thanks to your work.”

Charlotte hummed in response, unable to answer with her mouth full. But from the way she licked, from the way she sucked softly, I knew she was enjoying this.

I kept rubbing, sometimes deeper, sometimes just on the surface. Letting her tongue clean every inch of my shaft, every fold, every vein.

“You’re happy, aren’t you?” I asked, my tone gentle but certain. “Being my nurse. Doing all this.”

Charlotte shook her head slightly, as much as she could with her mouth full.

“Liar.” I stroked her hair. “But I’ll make you admit it, because this will happen again. Over and over. Every time I need treatment, you’ll be here, serving me. Understand?”

Charlotte’s eyes widened. There was a flash of fear there. But also… deeper submission.

I chuckled softly. “Good. Now, finish your task. Clean it until there’s not a single trace left.”

Charlotte licked more eagerly. Her tongue moved faster. Licking every corner, every crevice, every inch of my shaft. And when she finished, my cock was truly clean—gleaming with her saliva, but no trace of any other fluid.

I pulled it out of her mouth. Charlotte collapsed limply again, breathless, her eyes vacant.

“You’re amazing, Nurse Charlie,” I praised. “Now rest. You’ve worked hard today.”

Charlotte smiled weakly. Then her eyes slowly closed.

“Goodnight, Doctor Charlotte. You’re the best doctor I’ve ever known.”

I got up, searching for my clothes scattered on the floor. I cleaned myself roughly with the wet wipes on the table, then dressed completely. My small bag, phone, chain necklace, and dog ear headband—all went into the bag.

One last glance at Charlotte lying unconscious on the bed. Her face was peaceful, even happy, with a small smile at the corner of her lips. Her body was dirty, wrecked, but she looked… satisfied.

I smiled, then opened the door and left the room.

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It was already night when I walked out of the Aegis Grand Colosseum.

Gatehaven’s city lights glittered in the distance, creating a beautiful sea of light. But around the colosseum, the atmosphere was already quiet. Only a few people passed by, and a few taxis waited at the stand.

I walked to the taxi stand and ordered one. While waiting, I thought about what had just happened.

A bit regret making her pass out, I thought. If not, I could have ridden with her. Teased her during the ride. Maybe stopped at a dark spot and done it again.

But oh well. Gwen and Angeline were still at home. Celebrating victory with them would surely be just as enjoyable.

The taxi I’d ordered finally arrived. A black sedan with a yellow light on top. I opened the back door and got in.

The driver was a middle-aged man with thinning, almost-bald hair and a thick mustache. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror, then smiled amiably.

“Good evening, sir. Where to?”

I gave him my home address. The man nodded, and the car pulled away.

I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes. My mind drifted to future plans. Isabel. Ruth. Maybe Nerissa and Maximus too. And many more revenge targets waiting.

The car moved at a moderate speed through Gatehaven’s still-busy main streets. City lights flashed past beyond the window glass.

Suddenly, the car stopped.

I opened my eyes. Looked outside. We were on a deserted street, surrounded by empty buildings that looked long abandoned. Some windows were broken, walls covered in graffiti, and not a single person in sight.

Probably a Dungeon Break site, I thought. A lot must have died here, that’s why it’s abandoned.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked the driver.

The man chuckled awkwardly. He scratched his bald head.

“Sorry, sir. The gas… ran out.”

I frowned. “Ran out? Now?”

“Yes, sir.” He laughed awkwardly again. “Actually, I meant to stop at a gas station before picking you up, but… forgot. And turns out the gas wasn’t enough to reach the next station.”

I was about to protest. But the man had already spoken first, “Sorry, sir. This is entirely my fault. I’ll walk to the gas station up ahead. But if you don’t want to wait and prefer to find another taxi, please go ahead. And since this is my mistake, you don’t need to pay.”

Isn’t that obvious? I thought irritably. But I was too lazy to argue. Besides, on a deserted street like this, another taxi might take a long time to come.

“Fine, I’ll wait,” I finally said. “Hurry.”

The man’s face lit up. “Thank you, sir! Thank you so much! I’ll run as fast as I can, I promise!”

He opened the door and ran off, disappearing into the darkness.

I watched him go. Then smiled faintly.

’I lied,’ I thought. No way I’m waiting.

I’d already ordered another taxi through an app. This one would arrive in a few minutes. That poor driver would come back to find his car empty.

I got out of the car and walked about ten meters toward the intersection. There, I stopped, observing my surroundings.

Quiet. Only the sound of wind rustling between the empty buildings. Only a few streetlights were working, creating long dancing shadows.

I took out my phone, checking messages. No reply from Sonya. Still sulking. Delilah had read my message but hadn’t replied—probably still busy with her mission. Ruth had even sent a kiss sticker, making me smile.

Suddenly.

PSHHHHHHH!

A loud explosion beside me. Water gushed violently from a hydrant that had suddenly burst. Cold water spray soaked my entire body in an instant—hair, face, clothes, everything drenched.

“What the—!”

Before I could finish my sentence, the air around me turned cold. Very cold. And in an instant, the water covering my body froze.

CRACK!

Thick ice enveloped my entire body in seconds. My hands, my legs, my torso—all trapped in ice as hard as stone. Only my face was still free, but even so, my face remained encased and I couldn’t move at all without touching the ice. I was completely immobilized.

“WHAT—?!”

I tried to move my hands, but the ice didn’t budge. I exerted all my strength, nearly equivalent to an SS-Rank, but the ice held firm. This wasn’t ordinary ice. This was ice with extremely high energy concentration.

Who planned this?

The question flashed through my mind. And instantly, the image of a woman appeared in my thoughts. A woman with long white hair. A cold, expressionless face. Pale white eyes that stared without emotion.

The ice girl. The cold girl. The bitch girl.

Of course. Only she could make ice this hard. Only she had a reason to trap me in a deserted place like this. Yukie Iceblood.

YUKIE!

I tried to find her, moving my eyes in every direction. But with my face unable to move, my field of vision was extremely limited. I could only see what was in front of me—an empty street, empty buildings, and puddles of water from the hydrant spray.

I was completely trapped.

My jaw clenched tight. The plan to use [Five-Minute Rewind] began forming in my mind. That skill could rewind time by five minutes—enough to avoid this trap. But…

Suddenly, the ice in front of my face melted.

Just wide enough for my mouth. Enough for me to breathe freely. Cold air entered my lungs, and I could catch my breath again.

But my body was still trapped. Only a small hole to breathe.

“YUKIE!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the deserted street. “SHOW YOURSELF! I KNOW YOU’RE AROUND HERE!”

No answer.

“IS THIS HOW YOU FIGHT NOW?!” I continued, my tone full of mockery. “Sneak attacking me from the shadows like this? WHERE’S YOUR PRIDE AS A FIGHTER?!”

Still silence.

Then, the voice came.

From behind me—or maybe from the side, or from above, I couldn’t determine the direction because my body couldn’t move. The voice was flat, cold, emotionless, exactly as I remembered.

“Why would I kill you in front of you?”

I froze, both from the ice and from her words.

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