Next-Gen Sadomasochists

Kline's eyes trembled in confusion when Bell asked why she felt a [raging desire] to have sex with him. While she said 100% of what he wanted, her eyes said she'd murder him before following through with her desires.

The soul-shattered virgin hit the mental F key to pay respects to his little brother.

"Look… I'm not sure why you're acting like I'm willfully trying to get myself assaulted… that seems like… kind of uncool, yeah?" He asked hesitantly, letting his eyes bounce around.

Bell gave him a mocking smile and lifted a pill bottle. "You're not? Then how do you explain these?"

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FE-137 Pheromone Suppressant. Take to prevent pheromone-induced female sexual arousal from becoming dangerous.

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"Care to explain why you're taking pheromones that attract women at an all-female resort? Hmmm?" Bell hummed viciously.

"Putting aside how creepy it is that a sex-crazed woman's been rifling through my belongings…." Kline replied, triggering her to blush to the tip of her ears, "You have it backward.

My body produces that pheromone. You didn't find FE137 pheromone supplements in my bag, right?"

No, I didn't." She replied with wide eyes, then looking at the bottle again, "Are you saying that you walked in here after taking it?

It would explain that whor… able service at the front counter, and the receptionist's strange behavior."

The depressed virgin sighed, partially remembering the opportunity he tragically lost when he [met] the scary woman next to him. "No, that wasn't pheromones.

I took my daily suppressants, so I'm unsure what that was about. You did read the twice daily label, right?"

"Wait! You're supposed to take this twice daily!?" Bell cried, "Where does it say that!?"

"Right below the side effects." Kline chuckled in amusement.

Her face turned pale when she read the bottle again.

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Observed side effects:

- Stage 4 Kidney Failure

- Necrosis

- Neuropathy

- Cell Mutation

- Full Body Blistering

- Seizures

- Sexual Impotence

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- Immediate Death

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Warning! This drug is currently in human test trials. Anyone taking this drug should prepare for at least two side effects and an excruciating death.

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Dosage: Take twice daily. Take additional pills if necessary.

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"You can't be serious…." Bell laughed in disbelief, "You're telling me this is real, and you take it twice daily [now]?"

"Yeeeeeeeee-peh." Kline smacked, "My turn. If you suspected I took a sketchy drug to get women to assault me, then why did you threaten them instead of me?"

The brunette's eyes nervously glided from the bottle to his hawkish gaze; then, they shot back to the bottle again. "I didn't think you were doing anything nefarious.

I was just… looking out for you. Don't get the wrong idea; I just have an ominous feeling someone will try to use or manipulate you at this retreat."

His heart pulsed and a strange memory popped into his head. It was of a computer screen or VR window.

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Path Confirmed: Meet with your hacker and utilize them as a resource. (A+)

The Soonest meeting time has been established. An invitation has been sent to the hacker, inviting them to the retreat.

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Your hacker has accepted the invitation.

Good luck, Kline. May your pain and hard work overcome your misfortune.

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"The hacker…." Kline whispered pensively, repeating the words on the screen.

"What was that?" Bell asked with narrowed eyes.

"It's nothing." He replied, shaking his head, "I just had a random thought. It wasn't anything significant… wait, why are you worried about me anyway?"

"You said you didn't know why you were here, right?" She asked, "Well, I asked around, and no one else did, either.

It's confusing why you, a straight male, are at an all-female retreat. Moreover, the information they have on you is blatantly false."

Kline's eyes narrowed on her, making her heart thump in confusion. "Why do you know the information they have on me is false?

Why do you know so much about me, and why do you care?"

He didn't know the woman's name and had never met her, but she knew about him and had cock-blocked him [three] times since he arrived! Four words: stalking harem killing hacker.

Bell blinked twice in confusion. "Kline, what are you talking about? I've known—"

Knock! Knock!

The two of them looked to the door as a man walked through. He was handsome in his late thirties, sharply dressed in a charcoal grey suit, and had a million-dollar smile.

"Rit Manson." Rit said with a beaming grin, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Noble."

Kline smiled awkwardly, shaking the man's hand. "Kline Noble. The… pleasure's all mine."

The man turned to Bell with a warm smile, hiding genuine animosity. "Rit Manson."

"Catalina Bell." Bell replied dryly, triggering a violent wave of deja vu in the teen. The name felt so familiar, almost to the point where forgetting it felt offensive.

"Ah, yes. It's great to meet you." Rit smiled, "Now, if you don't mind, Mr. Noble has suffered a major injury at my resort. I must speak to him alone."

She narrowed her eyes at the man, glanced at Kline, and then stood up. "I understand.

Please ensure that Kline gets to his room—personally. Your employees aren't fit to be around him, let alone go back to his bedroom."

The man's eyebrow twitched, and his faux smile almost cracked. "Thank you for your concern. I'll make sure he gets back to his room. Now, please enjoy your night."

Bell flashed him a venomous smile before aggressively forcing the pill bottle into Kline's hand and walking out the door.

"Talk about trouble." Rit commented dryly.

"Right?" Kline sighed, "I feel like I should like her between her looks and everything she's done to protect me. However, that's certifiably impossible."

"You're telling me!" The man laughed, "That woman is damn near perfect. If only she wasn't a—"

"Cock-block."

"Mood killer."

The two answered simultaneously and then smiled at one another.

"Same difference." Kline chuckled.

"I'm glad you're a man of culture, Kline Noble." Rit laughed, "I hear you've had a cultured welcome; some people aren't into that type of thing.

It's a relief to know that you weren't phased and won't press charges against Swanson Spa and Resort or its employees."

"Someone would do that?" The shocked virgin laugh-scoffed in disbelief, "Are they mad? A true man would give a kidney to get jumped by multiple spa employees in one night."

"You're a good person." The man smiled, "Unfortunately, many people aren't and are trigger-happy with litigation.

We're not helping that; we have an entire workshop is dedicated to the subject. It's the one downside of the god-awful ideologies and practices we teach here."

Kline cocked his head to the side in perplexion. "Wait, what? Why does it sound like you dislike what you're teaching here?"

"Well, yeah. This retreat teaches horrifyingly sexist ideologies that inflame bias and encourage war between the sexes." Rit chuckled bitterly, "But that's necessary, right?

How else would the world produce women as perfect as Catalina?"

The hopeless virgin's eye twitched reflexively. Nothing about what the man said made sense!

"I'm confused, Mr. Manson." He said in perplexion, "Aren't you producing the mood killers, then?

Catalina's intense, rude, and bossy to your women when it comes to… sex stuff. Isn't that what we're complaining about?"

"I'm confused, too." Rit frowned, realizing he had misjudged the teen, "That's what makes her perfect, a true natural, Kline.

Drop the legal talk, put her in a latex suit, equip her with a whip, and she'd be a true fantasy woman. Mythical-grade at least."

Kline's jaw dropped, unbelieving the crazed man held toxic leadership retreats to produce next-gen sadomasochistic and dominatrices!

However, he couldn't be angry about it. The man was successful enough that he could ruin the world with his kinky fetish! It was offensively narcissistic, but he couldn't condemn him for it. It was inspiring in a way.

"I see…." The emotionally-confused virgin replied, "I'm just discontented she prevented women from… you know, [cooling off]."

Rit gave the teen a slight, knowing smile. "I'm sure you are. Just remember to keep that enthusiasm a secret here."

Kline's eyes bounced around blankly, trying to decipher the strange statement from the man.

He just talked about putting a fresh eighteen-year-old in a latex suit, and now he was blaming him for wanting to see naked women!? It didn't make sense!

"Ah yes, please let me show you to your room." The businessman clapped, "I'm not sure how both of your heads are doing okay after your welcome, but I'm grateful. So let's get going."

The bitter virgin smiled wryly, looking at the FE-137 suppressants in his hand. He opened the bottle, popped on in his mouth, and swallowed. Then he put the rest in his backpack and walked out with the man.

It was 9 pm, so the halls were empty as they walked through the area.

"This is a seven-day all-female retreat." Rit said proudly, "Your job is to promote it online. So you'll be attending the workshops and writing about them later."

Kline's eyes widened when he heard the term, and an image flashed into his mind.

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Requirements: 1. Make it to the retreat healthy and on time. 2. [Post nightly blog posts].

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The amnesic virgin knew who he was and what he had been through. However, he realized he didn't remember people or conversations, including the strange computer interface. It was aggravating!

As he mulled it over, the two abruptly stopped.

"This is your room." Rit smiled, "You've gone through a rough experience, so I've requested complimentary amenities to make you more comfortable. If you need anything else, let me know."

"Okay, I'll do that." Kline said in confusion, "I look forward to the first day."

"I look forward to your first article. Just remember to keep your secret on the DL." The businessman winked, bewildering the hopeless virgin.

What secret!? He braced himself for a long night thinking about the aggravating cliffhanger until he walked into the room, and his indignation turned into eyebrow-twitching vexation.

There was a family-sized bottle of lotion in a pail on ice, like a bottle of expensive champagne. It came with individual packets of tissues in gold-leafed black issues.

Kline aggressively walked over to the area, snatched the lotion out of it, and stomped to the trash—to throw away the bandages on his head. He had never felt so salty before.