"So, I went to the lobby, sat on the couch, and relaxed. I watched people enter and leave, busy with their life in their own little worlds. They were talking with each other, seemingly making connections for their selfish selves.
The only thing on their mind was how they could use the person and benefit from them. They saw everyone as tools, while the tools saw others as their tools. I had just become an adult, and I already had a glimpse of the adult world that night… both mentally and… sexually."
Seemingly referring to when he lost his virginity that night.
"Wow, did you just slip in the remark in such a deep and dark statement?" Eleanor shot a knowing glare at him.
"I am foreshadowing the future event. Don't forget, I am the narrator of this story."
"Go ahead. You made me anxious now. I know what's going to come, and I am not prepared for it."
"That night… One thing that made me… feel low is that everyone present there was successful, even if they were young, old, evil, or kind. And I was a loser with big dreams and an optimistic nature. They were enjoying their life while I… was so lost, not knowing what I was doing with life and what future it had for me.
I was sad and depressed, so I decided to forget everything, and to do that… I went to the counter and ordered an alcoholic drink. And that bartender… She was hot. She was wearing a uniform, no makeup, her short hair reaching to her shoulders and was a bit curly from the edges.
Her hair was crimson, with a darker shade as the color became lighter as they progressed to the edges, mixed with a purple hue.
Her eyes were dark purple… but shiny at the same time; she was probably wearing lenses. Her lips were redder than blood, but they didn't look unnatural or weird. In short… she was… perfect."
"You do realize that you took two paragraphs to describe a random bartender, right?" Eleanor squinted her eyes.
"She wasn't random. I mean, yeah, she was a total stranger, but she looked so hot that she made me forget your hotness for a while. Let me get this straight, I wasn't the kind of boy who would perv on a girl, known, or stranger.
Yes, I liked watching girls, heck I fapped to them, but that was something… normal. I never flirted or tried to do anything to them in real life, all that was my imagination. And I never looked at a girl and thought, 'Damn, I wish I could fuck her.'
I mean, I always found you and Rize hot, even in my past life, but I never thought of you two that way. But that hot bartender… she made me feel that way. I was high even without drinking a sip of alcohol.
And the way she looked at me when I approached the counter was… man, if I meet her in this life… I would probably add her to my harem. I don't know… why I am acting like this… seriously.
The more I think about her… the more I… want to have her."
Eleanor pulled Rudy's cheek to bring him back to his senses.
"I don't want to hear a word about that girl unless it's related to the event."
"Okay, so I asked her for a drink because I was feeling depressed— although all my sadness vanished when I looked at her. When I ordered a drink, she looked at me and squinted her eyes before asking me how old I was.
I said I turned eighteen recently. And then she smiled at me before making me a drink.
'It's light,' she said.
So I grabbed the class, trying to act cool to impress her, and I took a sip. Regret. Immediate regret. I spat it out in the glass and probably made an ugly face.
And that bartender laughed… her smile was so damn… ugh! I should stop thinking about her. Dammit, really… something is wrong. Was I bewitched… but it can't take effect now in another world… after all these years."
"Will you get to the point?" Eleanor asked with a little annoyed look on her face. "I am sleepy. Don't blame me if you find me snoring while you narrate your 'story' of the tragic-to-exciting event."
"Yes.. I know. I am trying. Wait…" Rudy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Focus… I am focus."
He tried to mimic the tagline of an animated racing movie.
"No, you are not."
"Ahem. So she apologized to me for laughing and said, 'Was it your first time tasting alcohol?'
I said, 'First and the last.'
She then took the glass from my hands and placed it under the counter. I should have left after that, but I stayed there and… stared at her. She then made me lemonade, and it was the best lemonade I had ever had in my life.
I drank it in two sips and felt… refreshed… but sleepy. She called a waiter… I think, and he took me to a room. Now that I think about it… could it be that she… mixed something in my drink that made me sleepy?" Rudy wondered.
"Umm… where do I come in all that?"
"Well, when I opened my eyes… you were… riding me."
"...."
"Yes. You were naked and riding my dick. Everything was blurry and fuzzy. It was dark too. I couldn't think or see anything. But I could feel… I could feel the pleasure… and it felt awesome.
Of course, I had no idea that I was being r*ped, but I just liked that feeling. So I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure. My body felt weak, too, and I thought it was a nice dream. I could hear faint moans as well."
"Was that me? Are you sure?" Eleanor asked impatiently. "Maybe it was that bartender?"
"Let me continue."
"Fine~!"
"I had no idea how much time had passed, but the pleasure wasn't stopping. Thinking about it, it had probably been more than half-hour. You rode me continuously. And then, out of a sudden… you moaned my name.
At first, I thought I was hearing things. I opened my eyes again and rubbed them until my vision got clear. It got better but not clear, but that was enough. I heard my name again, and I recognized your voice."
"..."
"That's when the real event started."
