Master of Lust

Chapter - 139

Rick's initial amusement morphed into a peculiar cocktail of disgust and frustration as he bore witness to Roy's circus of bizarre, drug-fueled escapades. The bizarre spectacle of Roy snorting the drug off the girl's naked back had long worn thin. It was clear that any attempts at questioning or getting answers in this state were futile.

Roy was lost in a haze of intoxication, oblivious to the world around him.

As Roy continued his enthusiastic journey into the absurd, Rick couldn't help but feel like he was a spectator at the weirdest sideshow in town. The girl, in her own world of bliss, seemed to think she'd stumbled into a pop-up pleasure paradise.

The girl, lost in her own world of pleasure, seemed oblivious to anything beyond the ecstasy coursing through her veins. Roy, on the other hand, was too deep into the haze of substances to register the outside world.

As Roy continued his frenzied performance, Rick realized that it was high time for him to step into the spotlight of intervention. It was the perfect opportunity for Rick to execute his plan, and he needed to extract information from Roy. However, questioning Roy in his current state was a futile endeavor.

Rick needed a more controlled environment, away from the prying eyes and ears of the mansion's inhabitants.

Rick pondered his next move, Rick couldn't help but feel a sinister smirk curling on his lips. The absurdity of the situation had pushed him to a breaking point, and an idea, mischievous and bold, started to bubble up in his mind.

Looking at Roy, still immersed in his unconventional pursuit of pleasure, Rick chuckled to himself, "Well, I guess I am upgrading my job title to kidnapper. What a career move!"

Rick's grin grew wider as he thought about the absurdity of snatching Roy, even if just for a little while. It seemed like the perfect plan to shake Roy out of his blissful daze. It was a gutsy move, but in this bizarre scenario, Rick figured it was the only way to cut through Roy's foggy state and get some answers.

Stepping closer to Roy, Rick took a deep breath and prepared for the audacity of his plan. He grabbed Roy by the shoulders, trying to pull him away from the girl who seemed too blissed out to notice. Roy, his eyes glazed and unfocused, stumbled back, a mixture of confusion and irritation on his face.

"Come on, Roy, we're taking a little detour. Just you and me," Rick declared, his tone laced with determination.

Roy, still grappling with the remnants of his drug-induced haze, mumbled incoherently, "Detour? Scram whoever the fuck you are" The drunk Roy pushed Rick way with whatever strength he could muster but couldn't even move Rick one inch, "Get lost."

Rick sighed, thinking, "Life would've been so much simpler if Roy had just gone along with it." Navigating through the party was like tiptoeing through a minefield of tipsy partygoers, and the last thing Rick wanted was a parade of curious onlookers. There were too many drunk loose canons in the party in full swing.

He scratched his head, contemplating how to smuggle Roy out without turning heads.

Amidst all the craziness, a light bulb went off in Rick's head. Boom! He suddenly remembered he had this super cool skill – The Disguise Skill. It was the perfect moment to put it to use. If he could momentarily alter Roy's appearance, it might just be enough to slip past the crowd unnoticed.

As he contemplated this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. It had been a while since he had checked his stats, quests, and inventory – It must have filled up quite a lot since the last time he checked.

In a swift motion, Rick pulled out the Disguise Skill card from his inventory. This card was a masterpiece, seriously. Intricate doodles and engravings all around, with a star of the show – a giant, bushy mustache. It seemed both comical and mysterious at the same time.

"Ah, the Disguise Skill," Rick muttered to himself, a devious smile playing on his lips. He looked at Roy, who was still in a blissful haze, and thought about the most inconspicuous disguise he could conjure.

Focusing his thoughts, Rick thought about the desired transformation in his mind before crushing the card. A sudden burst of light emanated from the crushed card.

The sudden brightness startled everyone in the dimly lit space. The revelers, lost in the throes of pleasure, were abruptly pulled from their intoxicated haze. With squinted, drunk eyes, they turned toward the source of the light, their blissful activities interrupted by the unexpected disruption.

As the light subsided, a transformed Rick emerged from the glow. His body had grown bulkier, adorned with more defined muscles shaping his form into that of a more imposing figure. The clothes he wore had changed into a black and white butler's uniform, complete with a classic bow tie.

Rick's face underwent a radical change – an older visage with a long, sharp jawline, visible wrinkles, and a long gray beard accompanied by a big, bushy mustache transformed him into an unrecognizable figure.

The room fell into a stunned silence as partygoers tried to comprehend the sudden change. Rick reveled in the success of his disguise, the altered appearance rendering him virtually invisible to those who had been caught in the throes of the party.

But just as the light vanished. They wasted no time to get back to business as the room once again filled with moans and grunts.

Roy, who had been blissfully unaware of Rick's plans, looked up with a drunken gaze. "Who the hell are you?" Rick had the look of absolute confusion on his face.

Rick, now fully immersed in his role, adopted a deep, authoritative voice befitting a butler. "I am your humble servant, sir. I'm here to ensure you have a most splendid evening."

Roy squinted at Rick, utterly confused. "Splendid evening? What's that supposed to mean? And where's the other guy who was just here?"

With a little bow, Rick chimed in, "Oh, don't worry about him, sir. I, your super-duper devoted butler, am here to be your personal wish-granter."

"Shall we go somewhere else sir?" Rick asked again with a smile.

"Fuck off! Can't your blind eyes see that I am enjoying myself?" Roy lashed out the old butler Rick.

"But I am here to help you experience the ultimate ecstasy. Beyond drugs, beyond pussy," Rick still acted humble and tried to persuade Roy, "Well, sir, I am your friendly butler, aren't I?"

"What can be better than a pussy old bastard. Bugger off before I smash your head open and snort your brains instead of this," Roy said as he looked at the naked ass of the girl covered in white powder and smacked it hard, which sent the white powder flying in air.

"Jeez, I've been too nice to you," Rick exclaimed, reaching his breaking point. He gave the boy, who was clinging to Roy, a solid kick. The boy somersaulted off the bed with a startled yelp, the boy was sent tumbling down the bed.

The boy cried out in alarm but before anything, before he could comprehend the situation, the boy crashed onto the floor like a falling star, fading into darkness faster than he could say. Darkness engulfed in front of his eyes.

It was all so fast that before Roy could react and look at his beloved boy lover on the floor, Rick grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him away from the girl.

As his cock was pulled out of the girl's pussy with a jolt, the girl fell forward on the bed and Roy was suddenly on his feet, standing by Rick. Roy's head also stared to clear a bit.

Ignoring Roy's feeble protests, Rick guided him toward the door. The room's occupants were too immersed in their own indulgences to pay much attention. Rick took a quick glance around, ensuring that his impromptu kidnapping wouldn't attract unwanted attention.

Roy tried to pull back but he had no energy in his arms and they stumbled into the hallway. Closing the door behind them.

"Where are you taking me?" Roy slurred, his steps unsteady as they moved through the dimly lit corridor, "Fuck! Do you know who my father is?"

Rick couldn't help but let out a chuckle, finding the entire situation as amusing as a cat chasing its own tail. "Oh, I am well-acquainted with your family tree – your dad, your granddad, and let's not forget the shining star, your dear old mom. Word on the street is she's quite the hot item."

"You motherfucker!" Hearing Rick, Roy tried to punch him but before the lazy drunk could even touch Rick, Rick hit Roy at the back of his head. And Roy was suddenly lying on the floor, head flat on the floor.

"Why am I so good?" Rick grinned as he looked at Roy lying unconscious on the floor.

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