--AN) More chapters to come!---
"Kandy, what are you doing!? You are supposed to be an angelic like idol!" The young man cried out. He wanted to rush forward but was quickly stopped by Old Mike.
"Are you fucking idiot? Do you want to die!? Blake is not a man you can just go run up to and expect to live afterwards!" Old Mike yelled. Even though he was jealous as hell, but he did not dare go near that man while he was in the middle of doing his thing.
"But…." The young man's face paled. He could only watch as his idol got naked and began kissing another man while rubbing her own pussy. The girl he thought was as pure as an angel now was nothing but a sex crazed maniac! This was not his Kandy!
Blake saw the newcomer and had no idea who she was. After all, he never followed idols or anything like that, but from hearing the outburst, he understood this girl was probably famous, which was fine. Since she was here and wanted sex, he would give it to her.
After he released inside the woman that had been wearing a suit and let her slump to the floor, he took the idol girl into his arms, spun her around, and lifted her up before placing her on his rod. She cried out in ecstasy. Even as the blood dribbled down her leg from losing her virginity, she had already been turned to the point that all she could feel was pleasure.
Blake turned the idol girl towards the camera. She was short, so with Blake's height, her legs dangled in the air as he used her like a sex doll and bounced her up and down on his dick. He was surprised to see it, but it seemed idols had a lot of stamina because even after almost twenty minutes of continuously hammering her secret garden, she was still crying out for more.
She went for about an entire hour before she ran out of steam, and Blake finally let her off. He filled her baby room before gently lifting her off his dick and placing her next to the other girls. He made sure all three were covered up and asked a few females from his group of cops to look after them.
He stretched his arms and looked at Old Mike, and asked: "Where is the bathroom? I need to wash up before putting my clothes on."
"It's down the hall on the left. Once you leave the room, head right. You can't miss it." Old Mike had to use it himself during the past few hours. Even in his old age, he couldn't contain himself.
Blake went and cleaned up. He got changed but did not go back to the room. He decided to just go do his own thing. He had done so much already but still had not figured out anything related to his current situation. "I guess I can only walk around the city for a while and hope to figure something out."
With no other plans, Blake walked out of the TV studio and walked towards the main shopping district. He had a few bundles of cash in his pocket, so he figured he would go find something nice to wear.
What he noticed after he left the studio was that no one seemed to be following him anymore. He wondered if they decided to just use the other cops as scapegoats. Not that he cared. All of this was in his mind. At least, he believed it to be so, so he did not really care what happened to the others. This was why he did not care about releasing inside the girls. He only knew that it was fun.
As he walked down the street, he saw a figure in a dark cloak standing there in the middle of the busy sidewalk as people walked by the figure. Blake looked at the figure and tried to see if he could see their face but had no luck. He could not see anything. It was as if the face did not exist. Only darkness existed.
"It seems I would go speak to this person." Blake did not hesitate to walk toward the figure. As he did, he saw the figure enter a side alley. Blake quickly followed after.
The alley was somewhat dark due to the buildings blocking the light. He walked down it with his hands in his pockets to find the figure entering a side door leading to a basement room. Blake had seen many movies like this where the enemy would lead the hero into a secluded place to set a trap. Blake grew kind of excited as he walked through the door. But his expectations were crushed when he walked in to see the figure standing there in a dimly lit room.
"You seem to be misunderstanding what I meant." The figure spoke.
"Well, it's not like you gave me any clues besides finding my true self. So I could only do random things. I mean, what do you mean by finding my true self? It sounds like some kind of meaning of life search. Am I not me as I am now?" Blake had a lot of complaints, but he just did not understand what he was supposed to do really.
"Hmmm…. I guess I was quite vague. For this, I do apologize. But the meaning is right in front of you. All you need to do is look." The figure answered.
"You are being vague again. What do you mean by it is right in front of me? The only thing in front of me now is you. You sealed off my powers, so I can not do anything that is not physical. So talking with me like this is pointless if you are still going to beat around the bush." Blake was starting to get fed up. He knew it was supposed to be a trial, but he kept saying things in a manner that made no sense.
