She didn't know if she would survive.
Her vision was already beginning to blur, and a constant ringing filled her ears.
Christie writhed and trembled like a fish out of water, her body convulsing uncontrollably. As she felt herself edging closer to death, her body began to enact its final instinctive comfort, craving pleasure even more desperately.
She felt an indescribable fear, fear that Ryuji might go back on his word, because things like that were far too common.
And also fear that he would keep his word, but she wouldn't be able to meet his demand… or worse, that he intended to toy with her until she died.
Yet the desire to live drove her on. She kept moving her body, tightening around his cock again and again. Countless chaotic thoughts filled her mind, but in the end they all collapsed into a single desperate cry:
Live! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!
The closer she came to death, the stronger that resolve became. But after struggling for a full eight minutes, even her martial artist's body could not withstand the prolonged lack of oxygen.
Christie knew she was about to die. She could no longer feel pain, only dizziness. She also felt her limbs becoming increasingly unresponsive.
So, her body began another kind of convulsion.
Christie was now in a state of end-of-life care. She felt an unimaginable sensation, a sensation that intensified with Ryuji's relentless thrusts. Her consciousness began slipping away, yet paradoxically rising again, making her feel as if she were drifting in a dream.
Just as her consciousness was about to plunge into complete darkness, Ryuji acted.
Crimson dragon fire surged through her entire body. The dying female assassin instantly regained consciousness. The burning pain of the flames mixed with the sensation of her vitality returning plunged her into another contradictory state.
She raised her hand in disbelief. The joints Ryuji had dislocated were pulled back into place by her own muscles under the dragon fire's influence.
But watching Ryuji withdraw his cock from her pussy, not knowing when he had loosened her restraints, Christie didn't try anything else. Instead, she simply opened her mouth, as if anticipating what would come next.
White semen erupted from Ryuji's cock, splattering across Christie's chest and face, even covering her eyes. But Christie ignored it. She struggled to open her eyes, letting Ryuji see them and her nose covered, and quickly took his cock into her mouth, sucking continuously.
Even having approached death and regained physical freedom, even with a weakness now in her mouth, Christie still did not dare attack Ryuji.
Because her instincts told her clearly: If she attacked, she would die.
Seeing how obedient she had become, Ryuji chuckled softly, patting her head, clearly satisfied with her performance.
Although she looked like a sow, Ryuji could sense the hidden killing intent within Christie, her unwillingness, and the faint but still possible 'danger' of her biting down sharply on his cock.
That faint sense of danger gave Christie's oral ministration a subtle thrill, as if urging him to ejaculate quickly inside her mouth.
But Ryuji knew there was no actual danger. Christie understood she couldn't escape. The moment he healed her and allowed her to take his cock in her mouth; she had already realized that he could stop her before she tried anything.
And so, this clever female assassin chose submission.
Why are female assassins always so smart?
The reason is actually very simple...
The ones who weren't smart were already dead.
That's also why Ryuji liked beautiful female agents and assassins so much. You could treat them as roughly as you wanted; no matter how extreme the play, you'd have no psychological burden.
Although they are also very enthusiastic, it's not the kind of enthusiasm a sow has. Of course, turning them into sows is also a kind of amusement.
Docile, sensible, and not as lifeless as completely harmless playthings; that made them far more interesting.
"Well done, my kitten. Don't worry, I don't intend to make you betray anyone. But since you came to kill us, you should've been prepared for the consequences."
Ryuji stroked Christie's white hair. As a person of Chinese descent, he had always had a thing for white hair, which was why he liked Christie's hair.
So, he grabbed her hair, pulled her away when she was lost in the act, and pressed his cock against her nostril. As his scent filled her nose, he made her look into his eyes.
"How much money were you going to earn for killing Helena?"
Christie's eyes flickered slightly. She knew now that she wasn't going to die. So, she licked his cock pressed against her lips before answering.
"Two million dollars… but paid in installments. My handler takes half, and after expenses… I'd probably end up with around seven hundred thousand."
Assassination required preparation: plane tickets, hotels, weapons, logistics, and a whole bunch of other things.
For a professional assassin, the time spent on a job was often long, especially for a lone operator like her. Just gathering intelligence could eat up a large portion of the payout.
After all, having money only mattered if you lived long enough to spend it. And not every client actually paid in full.
Being an assassin is actually quite a tough job.
"If I captured her alive, though, I could get five million… but realistically, I'd walk away with maybe one and a half million. People like that wouldn't give me enough time to wait for full payment. I'd have to disappear halfway through."
Christie revealed some rather bitter truths.
"Ha… so how many jobs can you take in a year?"
"That depends on the missions. If things go smoothly, maybe more than ten a year. If not…"
She gave an awkward smile.
"This is my first job this year."
Hearing that, Ryuji chuckled softly. He tapped Christie's face with his cock and spoke.
"So, I've interrupted your work."
The wet cock left shiny trails on her delicate face. Meanwhile, below, a mixture of white fluids flowed out of Christie's pussy.
"From now on, you'll work for me. Let's start with you as my pleasure slave."
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