Twisted World: The Time Lord's Diary 49 Return

Outside the dungeon portal was rocky terrain. A man stood outside the portal. He had rich brown hair that was illuminated by the moonlight and a pair of glowing green eyes. His body was covered by a large gray cloak.

Opposite of him, a man stepped out of the tall gra.s.s. He looked to be in his thirties with lightning green hair and a lighter pair of green eyes. His face was made of fine features that screamed intellectual. Under his pure white lab coat was a two-b.u.t.ton navy suit with a red tie.

There was an immediate connection the two felt. There was also a similarity that only two of them shared. A t.i.tle.

It was a meeting between two t.i.tleholders.

[The First Awakened]

[Genius of a Generation]

Spring-Autumn skipped the introduction and asked, "Do you see it too?"

"Yes," The chief answered.

The wind blew.

"I received this t.i.tle after creating a systemized method of increasing power." The chief stepped forward and reached his hand out for a handshake. "The name's Sirius,"

"Sirius, the brightest star in the sky. Genius of a Generation." Spring-Autumn chuckled and returned the gesture, "I am Spring-Autumn. I'm immortal,"

Spring-Autumn started bulls.h.i.+tting right off the bat.

"..." Sirius was speechless.

"I'm actually looking for one of my test subjects right now. Have you seen a person that resembles a wolf pa.s.s by?"

"No, I just finished putting this dungeon in its place," Spring-Autumn vividly flashbacked to when he almost got killed by the firebird.

"How exciting. Well, I've to continue looking for my little dog before things get messy now. We'll meet again," Sirius waved his farewell and disappeared into the gra.s.s.

Sirius came and left like a shooting star. A short vision entered the mind of Spring-Autumn before vanis.h.i.+ng. He was indeed the star of the generation.

Spring-Autumn paid it no further and proceeded to make way home. After going through the dungeon, he was spent.

His entire journey through the dungeon took almost two days. As he neared the city, he could see its beacon light from far away.

The city was in a joyous mood with the return of Winter's party. There were cheers throughout the wall.

Spring-Autumn silently entered the city and into his residence.

The lights to his little house were on. He entered his house to find Rainmist sleeping on the couch.

"Were you waiting for me?" Spring-Autumn smiled and stroked Rainmist's hair. The little action stirred Rainmist awake.

"You're back?" Rainmist said softly. Her arms reached out to hug him.

"I have blood all over my body," Spring-Autumn laughed and said. He was in such a hurry to leave the dungeon that he forgot to change his blood-drenched dress s.h.i.+rt. "Why don't you come in the shower with me?"

"That's the first thing on your mind after coming back?" Rainmist slapped his arm playfully. "Fine, I'll play along,"

Spring-Autumn smiled with satisfaction and lifted Rainmist into his arm in a princess carry, moving to the bathroom.

Their clothes practically came flying off when the door closed. Spring-Autumn tore off his clothes in the most barbaric way possible. Since it was so covered in blood, he was not going to wear it again anyway. While for Rainmist, he took her dress off delicately.

The sight of her beautiful body enraptured his vision. Her huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her small waists, her perky a.s.s, her long and slim legs. However, he did not touch her immediately.

Spring-Autumn was not going to touch her with his blood-soaked hands. The shower turned on and steam began to fill the room.

"Can you wash my back?"

It was the cla.s.sic move to use when showering with a woman.

"I guess this will be your reward for working so hard," Rainmist laughed tenderly and began to lather the soap in her hand.

Spring-Autumn pulled out a little shower stool and sat on it, waiting for Rainmist's touch. Rainmist stood behind Spring-Autumn and began to move her tender hands all over Spring-Autumn's back.

Spring-Autumn relaxed and let Rainmist do her thing. Occasionally, she would lower her lips to his ear and let out a breath of hot air, electrocuting his brain. His body was soon covered in a lather of soap which he washed off, was.h.i.+ng him free of blood.

He stood up and lowered Rainmist down to her chair.

"It's my turn now,"

Rainmist did not resist and sat down on the chair. Her bare perky a.s.s pressed against the stool like a juicy peach. Spring-Autumn began to lather his hand with soap and started from her shoulders. Her skin was soft and smooth, feeling extremely tender within the hand. He moved his hand under her arm and reached to grab her big bosoms, squis.h.i.+ng it from the underside.

It was extremely satisfying to play with. Rainmist let out a small sound of pleasure. When he pressed firmly, her orbs would just bounce back into its original shape while at the same time maintaining its incredible softness.

He continued to play with her breast and bit one of her ears. In response to this, her knees tightly pressed together, as if to invite him inside her lower lips.

At this moment, Rainmist's pair of soft b.r.e.a.s.t.s were fully lathered with soap. Spring-Autumn walked in front of her with his erect member in full view.

"You know what I want," He said cheekily.

"What a lewd mind you have," Rainmist gave a fake exasperated sigh and lodged Spring-Autumn's d.i.c.k within her cleavage.

Spring-Autumn immediately felt like he was in the land of clouds. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were incredibly soft and every stroke would electrocute his mind to pleasure heaven.

Squis.h.!.+ Squis.h.!.+

There was a lewd sound every time Rainmist moved her b.r.e.a.s.t.s up and down with her hands. Her hands were holding her t.i.ts from the underside while squeezing them together, giving Spring-Autumn a full view of her cleavage as well as the pleasure of a t.i.tjob.

Spring-Autumn stroked Rainmist's hair back and he could see her slightly blushed face. Rainmist was a woman who was always oozing with a mature, s.e.xy charm. She would rarely blush even when he was doing other lewd things to her. Seeing her blush like this turned him on considerably.

The lather of the soap acted as the perfect lubricant. There was no friction that could be felt with every stroke Rainmist made with her well-endowed b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"Shooting your load now?" Rainmist gave a seductive grin after noticing the tensing of Spring-Autumn's hard c.o.c.k.

"Excellent job. It's coming…" Spring-Autumn told her as he stroked her hand.

Rainmist increased her cadence with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and Spring-Autumn was no longer able to hold it in anymore. With weak knees, he shot his load onto her face, as if to mark her as his property. Globs of white c.u.m were splattered across her face, giving her an incredibly erotic look.