Weeks ago, a strange anomaly happened on Earth. Cities have been turned into game mechanics, and humans between the ages of 15–45 have been known as players of this apocalypse.
During this apocalypse, a lot of talented individuals have been able to—
"Switch."
Aiden turned off the news channel, yawned, and walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of water. There, he saw Belle.
The succubus female's back was really attractive—big and fine—even with her in the kitchen apron.
"Morning, Aid," said Belle as Aiden hugged her from behind. "Do you mind getting some groceries for me?"
"I woke up and you weren't there... and my stick had stood again. You know it's painful when you're not there," said Aiden.
Belle smiled and dropped the plate she was washing, then turned around—only a hair's breadth from Aiden's smiling face.
"Doomsday begging for what?" asked Belle, raising her left eyebrow.
"Uh, just saying maybe you and I could, you know, maybe..." Aiden stuttered.
"Have sex?" Belle added. Aiden kept quiet while blinking countless times. Seeing how cute Aiden looked when he was shy, Belle held his hand.
"Come on," and she began taking them up the stairwells, gradually causing Aiden's little brother to perform push-ups.
As they entered the room, Belle immediately pushed Aiden onto the bed and shut the door behind her. The atmosphere was more than enough to tell Aiden what was going to happen.
Right in front of Aiden, Belle's apron fell from her silky, curved body—his heart pounding the moment he saw how beautiful a succubus could be.
Belle squatted down beside Aiden's legs. It didn't take one minute. The moment Aiden's eyes landed on her breasts, his thing hardened and began raising his boxers.
"Aid... Aiden!" Yu Cai stuttered for a bit as her eyes landed on what moved between Aiden's legs—somewhat big.
"Aid?!" Her silky-smooth palm slowly went for what was hardening there. The closer her palm, the bigger it got, and Aiden's heart could only pound.
At last, Belle brought it out—standing tall with veins erupting across the surface. Belle stared at Aiden, who was trying to restrain himself from spoiling it all.
"Aide... Aiden?" As if his rod were placed in ice, Aiden inhaled and exhaled shakily. Belle, on the other hand, wrapped her hands around it and first kissed the tip with her soft lips.
"Mmmhmm." She sucked his balls while moaning a bit.
She went further by taking the larger dick inside her mouth, her tongue tickling the tip.
"Mmmmhhmm," she moaned, drawing breath from Aiden with her perfect method of sucking his dick.
Having heard enough of his name, Aiden grabbed Belle's hair and dipped her mouth onto his cock.
He moved her head to and fro, her soft lips occupying his balls as well. Aiden couldn't help but smile devilishly.
"Mmmmhmm."
The cumming became fast, as if Aiden intended Belle to swallow his whole cock.
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Meanwhile...
Outside a tall building, many players and news channels stood waiting for the most respected player to walk out of that building.
The player capable of taking an army by himself. The first apocalypse's maxed-out player within a very short time.
It was just two weeks after the apocalypse, and they already had themselves a maxed-out player.
"There he is," said a photographer.
Heeding his words, the news channels began surrounding him, questioning him, and taking pictures as well.
"Mr. Aizen Storm, how does it feel to be the first maxed-out player?"
"How did you max out in such a short time? Did you find a relic, a treasure, or did you wake up as a cheat?"
"Mr. Aizen Storm, we have reason to believe the USA Players Organization has invited you to raid the main boss's dungeon. What were your agreements?"
Aizen was getting hit with different questions—it was hard for one man to concentrate. Suddenly, a green-black flame twirled around him, pushing everyone back.
"Listen," Aizen muttered. As of now, his face was currently broadcast across the world—smartphones and even billboards.
"I will not raid the Red Gate. It belongs to Doomsday, and no one is a match for him. I've seen him fight—capable of changing his talents."
"Sir, does that mean you're scared of him?" a man asked. The way Aizen looked at him gave him goosebumps.
"No... I'm not scared of Doomsday. I'm terrified. And you should be too."
With that, Aizen said nothing else and walked into his black limo as he drove off, leaving fear in everyone's hearts.
"Well, I don't know what to say," the news lady stuttered. "If a maxed-out player can't fa...face Doomsday, then..."
"As of now, Aizen Storm, the world's first maxed-out player, has abandoned the raid on the Red Gate. Still, we have news that the top players have decided to raid the Red Gate with or without him."
Aiden growled. He sat on his throne, viewing the news through his holographic system—his boss room surrounded by purple flames on every pillar.
The ant monster was by his left and Belle at his right side.
"What will happen now?" asked Belle. "I can conjure a dragon to ruin their city."
"No," Aiden muttered. "Even in a game apocalypse, there's always a safe zone... let that be their safe city."
"And what about the players coming for you?" asked Belle.
Aiden stood up, his hands tucked in while walking down the little stairwells.
"I'm not waiting for them. This is my apocalypse," Aiden muttered. "I'm the boss," Aiden growled, knowing taking the fight to them, it would be broadcasted for all to see.
"They should be terrified of that." And then, his mask appeared on his palm, accompanied by a purple dark glow.