Nisha's Bikini

A few minutes later, they're done dressing up. Helena is wearing a red swimsuit—the one that can be worn as one. Nisha is wearing a white bikini that goes well with her white hair. She looks very hot but I'm worried. Other men might lustily look at her.

"How about you?" she asks, referring to my clothes.

"Nah, I'm good," I say. "I'm just gonna walk around the pool and look after you guys."

"If that's what you want, okay."

"Why do you guys have to wear that?" I ask, whispering while Helena is doing cute poses in the mirror in the wardrobe.

"Well, duh. . . because we're gonna swim."

"Yeah, but you can just use normal clothes. No need to show a lot of skin."

"What's the problem with that?"

"You're—" I don't wanna say it directly. "Somebody might look at you."

"So what?"

"I don't like it."

"They won't. I don't even look good."

"Nope, they will look at you."

"Do you think I look good in these?"

She does but I want to be the only one who gets to enjoy that sight. "No," I lie, can't help but look to the side.

Chuckling, she pokes my stomach. "Be real," she whispers with that smug on her face.

I narrow my eyes, hesitating to say something. To hell with my lies! Leaning forward, I whisper in her ear, "You're fucking hot. That's why I'm sure a lot of men will look at you."

She bites her lip while giggling. "Okay, okay. I'll wear something over." Searching in the wardrobe, she suddenly turns towards me. "Do I really look that hot?"

"Please don't let me say that again," I plead as I just realized what I said was embarrassing.

They cover themselves with blouses before we leave the room. I'm worried that we could get locked out because they left us with no keys but there is a floating text above the doorknob saying, <Welcome, Mister CancerAssassin!> followed by <Auto Unlock>.

Damn. . . I wish I could change my name. It sounds so dorky. Zaori really ruined me on this one.

The pool is on the top of the building so we ride the elevator for VIPs, because, we "are" VIPs. It takes a while to get there and Helena is getting impatient.

"Are we there yet?" she asks as the elevator door opens.

A short fat dude in a fancy suit enters along with two other tall and able-bodied men. The short guy looks like a ball of moss because of his green skin and round body. His two horns are short and dull with golden rings around them. The guards have red skin, long and sharp horns, muscular bodies, and spiky teeth.

I pull Helena to us at the left side of the elevator to give them space. She's looking through the glass and sings something out of tune as the elevator doors close.

Although I'm not looking directly, I can tell that the green guy is eyeing Nisha. I'm even right beside him to keep her away from him.

Look away, man. What the hell?

"What a nice meat," he says, stretching his hand across my front to reach her.

I grip around his wrist just before his forefingers could touch Nisha's skin. He glares at me and I look at him in disgust.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks with his face all crumpled like a buttcrack.

"I should be the one to ask you, sir," I answer.

My girls are confused behind me. Nervously, Nisha says, "Calm down. Let go of him."

"He tried to touch you. I might as well as take his hand as a souvenir."

"Do you know who you're dealing with?" this ball of moss threatens.

"Yup, I do," I answer. "I'm dealing with some kind of a green turd. Better clean it up before anyone steps on it."

Helena laughs, repeating, "Green turd."

"Helena!" Nisha scolds her.

Pulling his hand violently, his bodyguards move forward to deal with me. They're just cool-looking but their levels are so low and are not even Frame users. What are they gonna do?

"Are you sure about this?" I ask them.

"Crush them!" he squeals.

The one on my left grabs me while the other hit me with all his might. *Sigh* I can hardly feel any pain, just light pats on the face and body.

"Alright, that's enough," I sigh before pushing them lightly but they are made of paper. Their heads get bashed against the other wall of the elevator.

The green turd is angry instead of scared. He points at me and roars, "You will pay—"

Helena kicks him in the balls. He squirms in pain until he kneels. Ugh! That must be so painful.

"You're a bad guy!" my daughter yells then raspberries.

Nisha just shakes her head with her eyes closed. "You guys. . ."

"Good job, Helena," I commend whilst I pat her head. "That's how you deal with molesters."

*Ding*

We're on the rooftop now, where the VIP pool is located. There are only a few people here and they are shocked as they see us leaving three guys lying in the elevator. The doors close behind us, taking the three idiots down the building. We pretend as if nothing ever happened. The people who were looking at us also do the same.

"Pool!" Helena exclaims as soon as she sees it.

The pool is wide and has lights beneath the water. It looks magical as there are glitters. Then the view of the whole island completes this wonderful experience. It makes it seem that we are above anyone on this island. But I don't wanna let that get in my head. I don't wanna end up like that disgusting green turd from earlier.

There is no one swimming in it for now. I figure out that they're only here to chat. This is the VIP pool, after all. There are rich and powerful people that can bolster your interests whether it be money or status. Whereas the three of us, only came here to have fun.

It seems that Nisha isn't the only one showing her package. There are other women here in bikinis. Most of them have fair bodies. However, Nisha has toned muscles because of fighting and training. She has the best body here.

"Can you hold these for us?" she says, handing me their blouses. I gotta watch them closely because some disgusting man might bother them again.

There is a bar right here, not far from the pool. I think it's a food spot to sit and watch my girls. Also, I need a drink. It's been years since I had one, after all.

"A refreshing one, please," I say to the bartender as I sit on the stool.

I turn my back so that I could keep Nisha and Helena within my sight. The pool is shallow but too deep for Helena so Nisha carries her. They're having a lot of fun. That's good.

My drink is finished and it is a hell of a cocktail. It looks gorgeous, looking like a lamp with blue fire inside. Damn, I feel guilty if I ruin it. So, I drink using the straw as slowly as I can. It didn't work. It was bound to be ruined anyway, so I stop worrying and just enjoy the taste.

A lady sits right next to me saying, "I want it a little light, please." to the bartender.

There are a lot of empty chairs along the bar. Why sit right next to me? Nah, just don't mind it. There must be other reasons that I'm not aware of.

"You're new here," she remarks. But I'm not looking at her. I guess she wasn't talking to me and probably talking to the bartender. "Hey." She pokes my shoulder.

Ugh! I choke on my drink! My throat burns and she's chuckling at me. *Cough*

"Sorry," I say, clearing my throat. "yeah."

Now that I'm looking at her, I get to observe her appearance. She's a red-skinned Daemon. Her hair is brown, have two black horns above her forehead, her ears are long and pointy, and her lips are black like her bikini.