Daily Life of A Caretaker-Chapter 164: Arc 6: Drama In Life - 12

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Arc 6: Drama In Life - 12

It's a new day, and a strange mix of emotions swirls inside me like opposing tides colliding beneath a blood-red moon.

On one hand, I find myself fascinated, maybe even a little obsessed, with the idea of Ninja Catgirl, aka Blake, evolving into an ice ninja. It's not just the aesthetic, though that alone could freeze a heartbeat. What captivates me is how effortlessly she's adapted. In just a single night, she didn't merely grasp the basics of The Art of Fridjitzu; she mastered both its foundations and advanced applications. As if that weren't already impressive, she managed to reconstruct her lost Semblance: Shadow.

But what truly blindsided me wasn't a combat technique or a flashy move; it was Blake's decision to adjust the room temperature for optimal sleep. She tuned the air to that precise, liminal chill, cool enough to quiet the body's restlessness but warm enough not to sting. It even removed sweat's heavy, drippy presence, not just theoretically but in practice.

Despite that, last night was still, strangely... chaste. No tangled limbs, no virginity being taken. I didn't touch Blake or anyone. Everyone slept soundly. No tension. No drama. Just silence, the kind that wraps around you like a nice cool breeze outdoors on a sunny day, staring at the clouds, or just taking a nap.

Yet I can't shake this uneasiness. Lucky Pervert has gone silent. It's not just this cheat either; most of the other cheats have gone quiet as well, or maybe they're simply observing, waiting for the best moment to strike.

The air around me tastes like frost kissed with nostalgia and old static. I hear Blake humming in the distance, a very clear sound like someone tuning the strings of a harp. And beneath it all, there's that ever-present hum, the world itself, murmuring its secrets through temperature shifts, vibrating walls, and random things my brain is taking its time to comprehend into words.

"Hey, Jin." Elizabeth stepped into the living room with intentional slowness, her footsteps cautious, her tone unreadably flat. "I've got a question I need to ask you." Her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity sharp enough to slice through fog. "It's really important."

I arched a brow, lounging deep in the Supreme Relaxing Chair. In one hand, I cradled a chilled can of WellCheers soda. Each sip tasted like the best kind of root beer: not just flavor, but nostalgia, childhood joy, and carbonated euphoria distilled into liquid form.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice carrying the lazy rhythm of someone entirely too comfortable.

But then—

Reality, in its ever-fracturing absurdity, reminded me that comfort is never permanent.

Elizabeth took a single step too far, directly into a patch of icy floor left behind by Blake's early-morning Fridjitzu exercises. Her foot hit the slick surface with a sharp turn, her balance gave way, and everything else happened in a blink.

She pitched forward with graceless momentum, arms flailing in slow motion, her eyes widening just as gravity claimed her.

And suddenly... somehow...

Her lips were wrapped around my fully exposed cock.

My can of soda slipped from my fingers, bouncing off the plush carpet with a soft thud. For a moment, we both froze.

There was no lust in her expression, just pure, dumbfounded shock.

And that's when it hit me.

Lucky Pervert hadn't gone inactive for no reason. It was just bidding its time, lurking in the shadows of my everyday moments like some gremlin of accidental ecstasy. Waiting. Plotting. Knowing exactly when to strike, not in moments of passion or mischief, but in the absolute calm where my guard was down and my pants were, apparently, loosely zipped.

I stared at the ceiling, exhaling through my nose with the sigh of a man who had just lost a philosophical debate to fate itself.

"...I knew it was too quiet."

Elizabeth scrambled to regain her footing, panic flashing across her face like a startled animal. But instead of pulling away, her mouth—almost as if by reflex or some strange, uncontrollable force—deep-throated me.

A sudden warmth spread through me as her lips and tongue wrapped tightly, surprisingly skilled in their awkwardness. Tiny tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes, glistening like fragile crystals caught in the harsh glare of an unexpected spotlight.

On the bright side, Elizabeth was at the right age. That fact alone saved me from the kind of hassles Ruby or Shirahoshi might have brought into the equation, complications I'd rather not think about right now.

"Just relax." I said, trying to keep my voice calm and reassuring.

But apparently, I'd picked the worst possible words.

Her eyes widened, and panic rose again as she tried to pull back, desperate to escape the situation. Her movements were frantic but clumsy, and the imbalance made it impossible for her to find solid footing or a good grip.

Instead, she was forced to bring her head back down again, unable to free herself from the surreal, awkward act she was giving me: a fumbling, uncertain blowjob, awkward in rhythm but strangely earnest.

The room seemed to tilt, and colors bled into the edges like wet paint in a dream. The texture of the moment was jagged and raw—a collision of embarrassment, surprise, and the oddest kind of intimacy.

I exhaled slowly, caught between the absurdity and the sharp reality of it all.

Not to mention, the Heart of Eldritch had sharpened my senses beyond anything I'd known before. I wasn't just feeling or hearing more—I was perceiving unseen variables, ripples of distortion around Elizabeth that defied language or logic.

She was warping, shifting in ways I couldn't fully grasp, like she existed in overlapping layers of reality and something... else. Something fragmentary and glitched.

Right then, I knew.

This wasn't just happenstance or clumsiness. This was the unmistakable mark of Lucky Pervert's influence, tangled with the flickering interference of Glitching and the shadowy veil cast by Secret Arts.

Together, they formed a barrier—a maddening puzzle—that prevented me from seeing the whole truth. The truth behind why this moment felt so off, so fragmented.

"Alright, calm—" I began, trying to steady my voice.

But I was cut off.

Elizabeth's tongue slid around the tip of my dick, deliberate and teasing. A subtle push from me was all it took to encourage her, and then she surrendered to it fully.

She had finally fallen victim to sexual pleasure.

No longer struggling, no longer panicking—her actions became eager, urgent. Her lips and tongue explored with an unrestrained hunger. She leaned in again, taking me deep into her mouth, but this time it was no accident. This time, it seemed... voluntary of her free will.

Although "free will" might be the wrong phrase here, not when Lucky Pervert's invisible hands were pulling at the strings of her desire, manipulating the scene like some eldritch puppeteer.

I could feel the strange, glitching rhythm beneath her movements, the warped pulse of something unnatural. And yet, I was caught in it, helpless and strangely fascinated.

The next thing I knew, I let loose a heavy load down Elizabeth's throat. She swallowed every drop without hesitation, not even a flicker of resistance. But she didn't seem satisfied. Instead, she kept moving her head back and forth, quickly mastering the rhythm of the blowjob with surprising ease.

"Hey, you can stop—" I started again, only to be cut off once more.

Elizabeth pushed deeper, taking my dick further down her throat. With a sharp pull back, a glossy trail of saliva stretched from her mouth to my shaft. She opened her lips wide in silent confirmation: she had swallowed everything.

She didn't say a word.

Breathing heavily, Elizabeth leaned against me, her nose twitching as she sniffed intently, seemingly unable to get enough of the scent. Then, without pause, she resumed licking the side of my dick—slow, purposeful, hungry.

Her eyes locked onto me, or rather onto the object of her lust, so completely absorbed she didn't notice her surroundings at this point.

She failed to realize we weren't alone.

At some point, Blake had silently entered the living room.

She stood there, expression blank, eyes fixed on me.

The corner of my mouth twitched as Blake undid her clothing, letting each piece fall silently to the ground. She stood there—naked, unapologetic, and utterly composed.

Without a word, Blake walked over, her gaze steady and unflinching. She pushed Elizabeth aside, who let out a surprised yelp at the sudden motion.

Then Blake straddled me, adjusting herself with practiced ease until she found the perfect position. Without any hesitation or change in expression, she slammed my dick straight into her pussy and began riding me with a steady, controlled rhythm.

I could feel the tightness inside her, somehow more intense. The sensation overwhelmed me, and I released my second load deep inside her.

I opened my mouth to say something—anything.

But Blake leaned in, pressing her lips against mine and slipping her tongue into my mouth, showing off her skills with confidence.

After what felt like a long time, but in reality wasn't, Blake pulled back and slid off me without a word. She grabbed Elizabeth, who was still sitting there in a daze, and pushed her forward, urging her to take my dick back into her mouth.

Compared to the surprised fumbling at the start, Elizabeth no longer seemed to mind Blake's rough handling. She eagerly accepted the taste, opening wide and taking me in without hesitation.

Not wanting Shirahoshi—or, for all that is crazy and insane, Paimon—to suddenly appear and interrupt, I snapped my fingers at the perfect moment. I activated Boundary Manipulation, creating an invisible barrier that made it impossible for either of them to enter the living room.

With that done, I narrowed my eyes at Blake and subtly gestured for her to come closer. Without hesitation, she leaned forward over Elizabeth, giving me a clear view of her breasts shifting slightly with the motion.

I grabbed Blake by her right breast, feeling her eyes tremble for a brief moment, though her face remained expressionless. I pinched her nipple and pulled down gently as I resumed our kiss, all while Elizabeth continued sucking my dick without hesitation.

Blake's body shivered beneath my touch. In her eyes, I saw a mixture of arousal and fear—no doubt she was worried about what I might do to her next, especially for joining in without asking permission. But one thing was certain: she wasn't going anywhere until I was fully satisfied.

I released my third load down Elizabeth's throat, then pushed Blake away just enough for her to catch her breath.

"Alright." I said, staring down at Elizabeth, who still had my dick in her mouth. "Clothes. Off. Now."

Elizabeth didn't argue. She hurriedly began undressing, but in her rush, she got momentarily tangled up in her clothes before finally standing naked. Her eyes met mine, filled with eager expectation.

"Do what Blake did before." I instructed.

She gave a slight nod, then straddled me, positioning herself so the tip of my dick just brushed against her wet pussy.

Without hesitation, Elizabeth slammed herself down onto me, letting out a sharp, painful gasp as blood began leaking from her pussy, staining my dick.

I sweatdropped, realizing I'd completely forgotten to warn her to take it slow, but it was too late now.

In hindsight, I blame Lucky Pervert for this.