Seduction

BLARR!

Hundreds of gigantic bolts of lightning struck each other in the sky. The storm occurred in a massive desert area. The uncontrollable strong wind created a huge whirlwind accompanied by sand.

Although it was certain that no human could survive the massive storm, a young man seemed to be lying casually on the surface of the sand that was constantly moving as if trying to drown him.

The young man whistled and stared at hundreds of lightning bolts in the sky, like staring at the beautiful Night Stars. No one knows how many times the lightning has struck his body. His body shattered but, in the next few seconds, returned to its original shape.

Tears kept dripping from the corners of his eyes. The young man looked very lonely and pitiful.

"I lost my count." He muttered to himself. His voice sounded painful. The sadness he was now feeling made him forget the onslaught of pain from the lightning strike.

He closed his eyes. However, it wasn't the darkness he saw every time he did that. It's war.

The war between humans with different types of weapons in each scene of the memory he had before replaced with another. The sound of screaming pain, the sound of shouting defeat, the sound of shouting fear sounded louder than the sound of extremely rare thunderstorms.

Although it was very cold, the young man's body was instantly wet with sweat. And he gasped.

"They never stopped. Peace never lasts long. Everything feels boring now." The sigh was long. His chest ached, and the tears continued to run down his cheeks.

The young man patted his cramped chest. The wind blew away the cloth covering his body. Unveiling the numbers engraved on his chest.

357.

"I just want all this to end. Let me go back to where I came from." He sobbed as if full of regret. However, suddenly his mind was interrupted. His brain seemed to lose what had just flashed in it.

"Wait, where did I come from? What does that place look like?"

***

"Mr. Immortal! Are you still alive?!"

Hiro is so busy assessing what's around him that he forgets to give Hanabi a slight reaction. The girl had to shake Hiro's body with full force.

Hiro's pupils dilated as he looked at the girl, then nodded briefly.

When he regained consciousness, he was already in the middle of a circle of teenagers who looked at him with diverse gazes. Curious, horny, and even give him a seductive look.

Although dominated by women, men also joined the circle.

The air they had to share was quickly drained. Hiro was the only one who could feel the air scramble earlier than the others.

"What did you say, Hana? He's an Oni?" chirped a short-haired girl standing next to Hanabi with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Hanabi nodded. Of course she just made up stories to get attention.

"He's immortal like Oni," Hanabi explained, giving her reason. Quickly spread the secrets he was supposed to keep.

The circle immediately exploded their laughter together. Louder than the background music that has started to make Hiro uncomfortable.

"Hana, stop making up stories, why don't you just be a novelist?"

"She's right, you're quite good at making up stories. You think this one we can trust?"

The girls at the scene, one by one, mocked Hanabi and cornered her.

The sensible Hiro could clearly read the expressions on the girls' faces, they didn't like Hanabi. They didn't even bother to hide that dislike.

Even so, Hiro didn't understand. Hanabi seemed to be trying to get their attention. And although it was very small, she looked a little depressed.

Hiro doesn't know if the generation he lives in today is really destroyed. True friendship no longer exists, and the romanticization of couples based on love no longer exists. People only live by taking advantage of others.

"Go Hana, have you forgotten that you were forbidden to come here again?" quipped a girl with long hair wearing only a floral bikini. The girl burped after downing the drink in the bottle she was carrying.

Hiro could smell a strange scent that was familiar. A quite strong aroma.

"I told you that he is an Oni. He is immortal." Hanabi is still trying to convince people who didn't care about her in the first place.

The girl in the bikini didn't laugh like the others. She then placed her empty bottle on a nearby table before doing the unexpected.

Without giving any prior warning, her hand pulled Hiro's neck, and her lips fiercely bit Hiro's. It didn't stop there, her hand directed Hiro's hand to squeeze her buttocks from behind.

But for nothing, her efforts did not succeed in getting a response from Hiro.

"No, he is not an Oni." The girl in the bikini said and then rubbed her lips, walking backward while looking at Hiro up and down.

"Oni is the most passionate creature, but this one, he didn't react at all," She added confidently.

The girl's name is Mika. According to information spread inside the pub, Mika has been a victim of rape many times by Oni. Even so, the girl enjoyed it and seemed to be proud of it.

"Maybe it's because you're not her type, Mika," Hanabi refused, not accepting being considered a liar. The girl firmly believes that the master served by her family is an Oni. Although it is not the Oni who are now destroying the world.

The sound of laughter exploded again in the room.

"Or maybe he likes boys!" said the long-haired man in the circle, blinking his eye to Hiro coquettishly.

Hiro glanced at him briefly before looking back at Hanabi.

"All the Oni loves me, Hana. I am their favorite meal. Have you lost your mind?" Mika does not accept Hanabi's insinuation. Her pride seemed to be hurt.

Girls in this generation will be very proud of the increasing experience in sexual intercourse. Although the sexual intercourse she had was interracial with monsters.

Hiro, of course, will never be able to understand it. At least, the present Hiro.

"Try to prove what you said, Hana. Why didn't you tease him yourself? I heard that the horny Oni will show his true identity." Said the other girl who had not left Mika's side.

She is not Mika's best friend. She just wants to take advantage of Mika's popularity for herself.

Hanabi didn't say anything.

For the first time, Hiro sees Hanabi cornered. The girl seemed to be different from the girl who secretly dragged him to that place.

"Well. I'll do it," Hanabi let out a long sigh.

Hiro just stood in place, not moving in the slightest, like a statue. Even so, now he is a little interested in seeing what the girl will do.

His eyes couldn't leave the girl.

Suddenly the girl snapped her fingers, creating a sound that was in rhythm with the thumping music in that place.

She walked up to Hiro with crossed footsteps. The look in her eyes instantly turned into a withered gaze, and her eyes moved from Hiro's eyes down to his lips.

The girl bit her lip while her eyes locked Hiro's. When there was almost no more distance between the lips of the two, the girl whispered in a very seductive voice, "I'll make you feel good, Mr. Immortal."

Crushing Hiro's lips more fiercely than Mika's, Hanabi didn't stop even though she got no responses.

While dancing to the rhythm of electronic music that made her adrenaline pumped faster, her hands directed Hiro's hands to squeeze her breasts which were too big to fit Hiro's muscular hands.

"Do you love them?"

Nothing happened. Such stimulation is too weak for the present Hiro.

He needs something bigger.

Much bigger.

Instead of successfully making Hiro aroused, the girl ended up aroused by the touch she created herself.

Her face turned red, her breathing turned into hunting and her heartbeat accelerated. A low moan came from her lips.

However, before she reached the climax, suddenly someone shouted in a loud voice.

"ATTACK! ONI! RUN!"