Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse-Chapter 190: Naughty Healer

Khalifa stopped walking in front of Mira, whose eyes were bright in excitement.

Khalifa met her eyes, and pretended to look reluctant again. As she raised her hands over Mira, she decided to give another warning. "It’ll hurt," she said, "I’ll ask you one more time: Are you sure you want to choose the second option? The first one is much milder—"

"No." Mira said, a bit rudely, but she caught herself and immediately calmed, shaking her head, "It’s okay, it’s okay."

"Okay, there’s no going back after this—"

"Yes, please start already!"

How rude…

Khalifa shrugged and began to call on her power.

Soon, an ethereal bluish glow surrounded her and it was like a fluid gel. It looked magnificent and the two men watched on, fascinated.

Khalifa frowned when she felt Hilten’s eyes trace on all of her, and she kinda wanted to poke his eyes.

However, he had a high enough position in this world and he hadn’t done anything to warrant such a punishment. At least not yet.

After a while, the bluish gel then transferred from Khalifa to Mira, surrounding the other woman as well.

For a moment, it was extremely peaceful. Until—

"KYAAA! STOP IT KYAA!" Like a switch, intense pain hit Mira, and she started screaming to the top of her lungs. "KYAA!!"

It was like being thrown into stomach acid and drowning there.

"IT HURTS! IT HURRRRTTSS! BITCH! STOP ITTT!!"

Khalifa’s expression didn’t change. "I can’t stop. You won’t be able to get healed anymore. The crystals are getting used and I won’t accept refunds."

Hilten’s jaw clenched at this and gave a bad look at the suffering woman now flinching like a worm on the floor.

"Honey, endure it please. We don’t want your wound to scar, right?" He said, trying not to make his gritting teeth too obvious.

But Mira didn’t hear him at all, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

"NOOO! KYAAAA! MAKE IT STOPPPP!!!"

"KYAAAAA!! IT HURTS! IT HUUURTTTSS!"

Hilten’s eyes twitched as he was yelled at, and he just stood up and settled at least a meter away from the woman’s noise.

Khalifa was also getting annoyed, so she manipulated a bit of her blood to block a speaking node, and she could only scream breathlessly.

No less suffering, but less noise. Very eco-friendly.

It took a long half-an-hour of Mira’s suffering before it ended. Mira lost consciousness a few times due to the extreme pain, woken up by the same pain that knocked her unconscious in the first place.

She was sweating buckets and her face was filled with tears and snot. If she was hydrated, perhaps she would’ve even peed on herself.

She could barely open her eyes, her body still tingling from all the suffering.

Hell. She was in hell.

She could also feel the itchiness in her body and it stressed her out even more. The only good thing was that she was barely alive and couldn’t move, so she didn’t have the energy to scratch anything.

Khalifa helpfully threw water in her face. Mira coughed in shock and she glared at the woman.

"Your face was filled with snot. Are you sure you want to greet your lover with that face?"

"..."

At this, Hilten went over to guide her up, and she shakily supported her head on him.

His hand gently touched her face.

"It has faded a bit." Hilten said, impressed, not even remembering to ask his lover how she was.

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Khalifa nodded, "It’ll continue doing so. Again, as long as it doesn’t get scratched again."

"I repeat: Scratching an area will render it absolutely unhealable."

Hilten gave her a soft smile as he supported Mira on his side. "Thank you," he said, "We will come to you again to check in the future."

….

"Hilten is creepy," Hugo said as soon as they left the house. "And I think that girl is suspicious. I didn’t really notice back then, but…"

"Agree. And oh, she is."

Hugo looked at her, realizing she must’ve figured something out. "Tell me?"

At this time, the two of them were lounging at the sofa again, with Hugo placing her to sit on his legs.

She giggled and just took out a strawberry, placing it on his mouth.

He smiled and happily took the strawberry. However, instead of eating it, he leaned over, meeting her lips so they could share the sweet.

"Hmm~’

She moaned as she felt the bitten sweet fruit enter her mouth. She tasted its juice and followed by his warm tongue, sending pleasurable shivers along with the lovely sweetness of the strawberry.

Her hand automatically swept under his open shirt to touch his hard tanned chest, sensually exchanging strawberry and saliva with him.

After a long time of tongue play he parted to her, silver line of saliva bridging their lips.

"Hm, sweet," Hugo said, licking her lips again for good measure. "Please tell me?"

She giggled, wrapping her arms around him tightly as her lips moved from his cheek to his ears. She teasingly licked her ears before she whispered to him what she had done.

Hugo blinked, pinching her nose.

"My Naughty Khalifa…" He said with bright eyes, before dipping his head down to taste her again, and maybe do a little more.

And that, they did.

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In the meantime, back in Hilten’s house, Hilten—made very horny from the sight of Khalifa—immediately went to attack Mira.

Also, he deserved a wild fuck. This bitch spent too much of his funds!

If only she didn’t have her important ability, he’d have beat her by now!

So he took off her clothes without ceremony and opened her legs. Mira could only passively take his venting.

However, as he entered, her arm around his shoulder abruptly flinched as she realized that, rather than the familiar pleasure, she was feeling something else.

"Itchy!" she yelled, feeling as if there were thousands of fire ants crawling and biting on her skin. It felt horrible!

But he please didn’t hinder the man. Instead, he held her hands above her head as he plundered. "I’ll distract you, don’t worry!" he said, moving his hips without care.

Unexpectedly, she screamed like a pig.

"Kyaa! Itchy! ITCHY!"

"GO AWAY! AHHH!!!" she yelled, kicking around as Hilten’s penis was inside her.

"TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUTTT!"

Hilten had no choice but to stand up and curse, walking out and leaving her there on her own.

Mira didn’t even notice the man was gone, she just held onto whatever—the blanket in this case—to try and stop herself from scratching.

Her eyes were red from crying and she bit her lips in the torture.

Was this going to happen often? She wondered. Then she’d rather die!

At this time, she didn’t know that the ’itch’ exacerbated dozens of times when she made love.

This meant that not only would she feel uncomfortable every minute of every day, she wouldn’t even be able to properly have sex anymore. What could happen if she was unable to do this ’duty’ to a man like Hilten?

Anyway, it would cause Mira a lot of… trouble.

Naughty Khalifa, indeed.