HOT ENCOUNTER
774 Words
Two days later, Chris's eyes slowly opened. His vision was hazy at the edges, flashing multiple colors before gradually returning to normal.
Loud noises echoed inside his brain. He pressed a hand against his head, groaning softly.
*I'm... alive?*
He raised his left arm into the air and studied it.
"Holy s**t! My hand is back!" His eyes widened in shock as he pushed himself up to sit.
He observed the room he had slept in. His robe was gone; only a thin bedsheet covered him. All his wounds and cuts had completely vanished. The room looked like a modern bedroom—painted white and neatly arranged. A bright light bulb shone overhead, and a chair and table sat at the center with food and water placed on it.
*What is going on here? I remember being at death's door after that mumu dragon (stupid/crazy dragon) self-destructed. So how did I end up here?*
Chris lowered a foot onto the colorful tiles.
"System," he called.
Silence answered him.
"System! System! System! Hello oh, you dey hear me?" (Hello, can you hear me?)
Cold silence answered once again.
*This isn't normal. But before I start investigating, I need to strengthen my body. It's a system — it could be upgrading like the last time.*
*Bruuuuum!*
His stomach grumbled loudly.
He walked over to the table and sat down. The delicious aroma of the food filled his nose. A smile spread across his lips as he picked up a large piece of meat that resembled a turkey leg and bit into it hungrily. He added a handful of rice, then drank the hot soup like a starving hyena before finishing the entire jug of water.
He ate completely naked.
Minutes passed quickly. When the Naija youth finally pushed open the door, he froze instantly, his body stiff with disbelief.
"What the fuck..." His lips moved after a full minute. "You sure say no be heaven be this?" (Are you sure this isn't heaven?)
A soft laughter echoed from his right side.
"Please, this isn't even close to heaven," the voice replied, soft and tender.
"Who goes there?" Chris asked, his eyes darting around. All he could see were pure green grasses, huge colorful trees filled with different fruits, and a crystal-clear waterfall in the distance.
"Don't be so tense, boy," the voice returned. Still, he could see nothing.
Just a beautiful house stood in the middle of a green paradise overflowing with thick, pure heavenly Qi — rich and sweet like fresh palm wine.
"Reveal yourself!" he shouted, fists clenched.
*I can't even sense where the body is from the voice.*
"Are you certain you want me to reveal myself, boy?" the voice teased.
"I'm certain," Chris said, crossing his arms.
A figure materialized before him — a tall demon with skin pale as moonlight and hair flowing like blood-red wine. Her violet irises swirled with captured starlight, and elegant horns curled gracefully from her head.
The Naija youth collapsed to the ground instantly, foam forming around his mouth.
"Oh my, I guess I still have to suppress my power even more," the demon laughed softly. "Mortals are so weak."
Chris gasped, his eyes snapping open. He sat up quickly, sweat pouring down his face.
"Wetin happen?" (What happened?) He placed his right hand across his face, breathing slowly. The cold breeze refreshed his skin.
"You're back to consciousness. That was fast," the demon chuckled.
Chris turned his head over his shoulder, his gaze meeting hers directly.
"Damn."
The word escaped his mouth unconsciously as his eyes scanned her entire body.
[Notice: Host Has Encountered A Female Demon. They Are Rare And Only Appear After A Million Years.]
*Demon? Female Demon. God, she's so hot.*
"Hahaha, thank you, Chris," she exclaimed, seated gracefully on the green grass.
"f**k! You can read people's minds?"
"Yes, I can read minds — not just people, but gods and ancient beings too. Only those of royal bloodline can use this ability." She smiled, her eyes darting downward.
"What are you looking at?" Chris followed her gaze.
He looked down at his lower region.
"Oh, I see. I'm naked... yeah, I'm naked and my d**k dey stand." (my d**k is erect/hard) Chris closed both eyes, tears of embarrassment forming.
"Hold on, why am I even naked? Did you do this?" He stood up, pointing an accusing finger at the demon.
"Relax, Chris. Your clothes burnt away. God, I don't even have any male clothing lying around," she said, raising her eyes upward.
*My clothes were already gone... which means this chubby beautiful lady carried me while I was naked and unconscious.*
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