My Nihilism Got Me Laid?!

He begins to realize that the strength gap between us is narrowing. His strikes no longer send me flailing backwards, instead I can match his pace, his foot steps, his rhythm.

It's almost mine!

With a confident step forward, I slash forward, my swing sends him staggering back.

The evolving grin on my face stutters as... why does he not look scared?

Taking the distance between us, he clenches his tanto blade, as though focusing his life force into the blade, the air becomes stiff and my legs begin to tremble.

How many stages does this boss battle have?!

"Strange, isn't it? Those we deem shallow or pathetic are often the strongest, they desire the most, they hold the strongest bond to life, to themselves. In that, we are the same..."

As he steps forward I nearly vomit, his body moves as though it had an after image, each step leaving a weaker apparition of him. The uncertainty makes me feel queazy as I can't tell which is which.

My body has adapted to his previous strength, my reflexes and strength are stronger than they have ever been before...

...

My eyes open as I- I am on the floor...

How?

I never even saw him move

"Jikan gire, Starfish-chan."

The old mans face evolves into a grin. It's the first time he's grinned this entire fight, in this moment of weakness, it is the scariest thing I have ever seen.

"Based on your reactions, you can still feel pain even if you can't die. The issue with immortality is protecting yourself. I will strap you to a chair and show you how painful death is... over... and over."

He's right, I had never even considered it, if I am captured they will have no need to be gentle or fear their captor dying...

For a moment, I see a shade of purple. But it must be my imagination; the last feather of the bird that will die in her cage.

The old man suddenly lurches forward, his grin begins to drip a crimson red.

Yet it wasnt my imagination... In this moment, she was the lighthouse in an endless fog of death, a voice so full of determination.

"I tried so hard to think of something I could thank you for, something you had done for me... yet I came up empty... you have been the worst part of my life. With how much you loved her... I wish I could say you will finally get to see mom, but we both know you're going to hell with all the other sinners." Her expression weakens. "So... see you soon, dad."

With a blade impaled through his chest, the old man violently coughs like General Grievous. Blood sprays into his hand as he slowly cranes his neck to see the perpetrator.

His eyes widen momentarily before his grin turns into an uncharacteristically warm smile.

As though somehow proud of his only daughter stabbing him in the back...literally, the old man closes his eyes with no look of discomfort.

As Mercury and Dissiri continue fighting with their knives in a fight, that would put John Wick to shame. Mercury's eyes suddenly widen as he whips his attention towards us. "Phalinx Shogun!"

His loyalty ends up being his epitaph as Dissiri whips her gun out, planting two in his chest as he reaches out.

His body drops like a rock. Falling to the ground, he gasps for air.

"Fuck you!" He cusses through a gurgled shout.

With an exhausted exhale, Dissiri aims the gun down at him. "Three... hundred."

*BANG!*

The bullet rips through his head, stopping any possible advance.

Standing there half burnt, half sliced and half naked, I exhale like a pufferfish clocking out of his nine to five.

The next thing I know, I am tackled to the ground.

My eyes open to see... Riven.

She is hugging me, with one eye, her other is wrapped in a eye patch bandage.

Despite the depressing sight, her expression is an overwhelming pained joy. Her eyes water as she tightens her arms around me. "I- I-" She stutters to find the words, despite being free, despite saving herself.... her expression can't seem to make up its mind.

"I... killed him."

The adrenaline from the moment seems to have vanished as only pain remains. "I- killed him-"

I wish I knew what to say, but I can't even imagine her situation...

My dad is awesome, we went to baseball games and the worst argument we had was over which sports team would win the world series. Having to kill your last remaining family is something I simply couldn't fathom, nor do I have the right to.

I could try to morally justify it, saying her actions helped everyone in the village, but that wouldn't justify anything in her mind.

All I can do...

Wrapping my arms around her, I meet her embrace.

Her eyes temporarily widen before she begins to weep for the dead.

There's nothing else I can do.

******

After a while of crying, she had tired herself out.

Putting her on my back, I carry her towards the exit. She mumbles nonsense into my ear as her soft breathing brushes against my neck.

Dissiri is already handling the corpses as she has them already wrapped up.

"Thanks for your help Dissiri, I don't think I would have been able to win if not for your training."

"It seemed I had the wrong impression about you. I thought you were shallow, but when push came to shove, you were willing to sacrifice comfort for the lives of others."

"Without your training, I would have ended up in a torture chair learning the many uses for a razor."

"Well, be that as it may, if you were captured, I would have saved you, regardless."

...

...

The silence begins to overwhelm her as she realizes what she just said.

"Really? You would have fought both of them to save me?" I question.

The pinks of her cheeks turn red as her eyes widen. "I- What I meant was- Miss Novak is a fan of you... so I would have to save you!" Crossing her arms, she turns away. Yet, she didn't bash my face in, instead I see a glimmer of a smile spreads across her face.

I'm too tired to pry and tease her. "Well, thanks Dizzi."

She dismissively grunts as she marches away.

"Also, you may want to get Noctiva, I'm not sure how friendly the village will be with us assassinating their leaders."

I say that, but after yesterday's performance, I'm not sure, we may have been labeled as heros.

Carrying Riven back to my room, I set her down.

Her expression is a little lost as her groggy eyes wander. "Huh? whe- ...oh."

"We're taking the first bus out of here, is there anything you want me to get, any lovers you want to say goodbye to?"

Her eyes flatten. "This entire village wants me dead..." (⩌_⩌ )

"Are you sure? No lucky underwear?"

"Graves..."

"I'm just asking?" ┐('～`;)┌ I have a pair of lucky underwear, that's why I ask.

Hurriedly shoving my clothes into my bag I turn to her. "Last chance, I don't ever plan on coming bac-"

Suddenly, Riven lunges at me, her soft lips pressing against mine. She begins to drive her tongue against mine.

Unlocking her lips from mine, she pants as she lifts herself up from me. A thick line of saliva bridges between our hungry mouths. "I have everything I need right here."

Aw, that's romanti-

With a muffled yelp, I suddenly feel her as she begins grinding her waist against my crotch.

My dick thrashes up through my half ripped clothes.

Despite being the instigator, she lets out a gasp at the sight.

Covering her mouth, she slowly reaches out to it.

Like making contact with an alien, she carefully reaches out for it.

It violently throbs the closer she gets to it, as though it had a mind of its own and the anticipation of the the incoming affection was driving it over the edge.

Poking it with a single finger, she lets out a giddy yelp as it begins to violently twitch.

Wrapping her hand around it, I can feel the calluses of her hands press against the sensitive skin. The awkwardness and stimulation causes me to wince.

Having gained enough comfort to tighten her grip, she holds onto the skin of my cock with a wobbly certainty.

Wincing, it takes every part of me to not grab her shoulders and fuck her right here...

Lurching forward...

My eyes widen as I realize... "WAIT! We have to GO!"

Her eyes match my concern as she continues to hold my dick. "Eh!?"

"We've got a bus to catch!"

Jumping up to my feet, I yank a random pair of pants from my backpack and pull them over my erect dick. Wincing, I bite my lip through the pain and the blue balls.

"C'mon." I command.

Grabbing her hand, I slam open the wooden sliding door and we run down the winding path.

The sun is rising, and the ground is covered in an early morning dew. The mist creates a mystical atmosphere for the Japanese forest as we sprint down the path.

Despite my hastened expression, Riven simply giggles as she allows me to guide her.