It was cold, the water that ran over his skin, but he did not shake or shiver; his body was used to the cold.

He was in a small, old bathroom, with a rusted shower placed so close to the faded toilet that Mr. Valen could only applaud the space management of the architect.

The soap he used smelled stale, expired if that was even possible, but that was nothing compared to the almost overpowering scent of bleach that invaded his nostrils.

"Your clothes are in the washer," a female voice called out, forcing Mr. Valen to look toward the door where the hooker stood, counting the money she'd found in his pocket, all 500 Val.

"This'll do," she giggled slightly, peering at him as though waiting for resistance as to why her price was so high, but Mr. Valen barely acknowledged her.

He had stolen the money from the search party after all, specifically the man whom Carla killed.

«Kill her!»

That nagging voice of the shadowy humanoid rang out in his head, but Mr. Valen endured.

"A towel." He commanded, stretching his arm toward the older woman who threw him a brownish, weak towel. Who knew how many people had used it before.

'I knew it, his manarisims, they way he speaks, my instincts never fail me, he's loaded,' the woman thought as she observed the man before her, his sculpted form sparking a gleam in her eyes.

"Have you nothing cleaner than this?" Mr. Valen's voice broke through as he observed the towel skeptically, his eyes then trailing to her.

The hooker stilled a bit at his gaze, as up till now, she had never peered directly at him, but now that their eyes met, she felt how unsettling he could be.

"I-I can give you mine," she involuntarily stuttered, turning to get another towel, but before she could move, she felt a presence behind her, a hand firmly gripping her waist.

"Badump!"

Her heart skipped a beat for some reason, but she regained her composure quickly, "Easy, big boy, you have to be patient-"

"I have paid you, have I not?" Mr. Valen cut her short, his left hand moving from her waist to her stomach, his right hand squeezing her soft buttocks.

"Ahhhh-" the hooker moaned slightly, a smirk playing on her lips as she fell into his form, her hands behind her, gripping his member after a few awkward motions.

Mr. Valen's breath hitched a bit when he felt her callused fingers wrap his thickening shaft, stroking from the base to his pulsing tip

'How cute he doesn't know what to do with himself, don't worry kid, I'll make you addicted to me,' she thought, her smirk growing as she felt his dick hardening in her grasp, poking her waist.

She let out a misty breath, turning around and peering into his lust-filled eyes, her hands moving to take off her dress, watching as his eyes followed her every move.

Her dress was peeled off, revealing her lustrous form, her flower covered by laced black panties.

But Mr. Valen was distracted, by something else.

In that moment, the shadowy humanoid materialized behind the door, peering at him, its gaze almost mocking as though telling him that he couldn't go on without killing her.

"Like what you see?" The hooker's voice called out soon after, forcing Mr. Valen's attention, his eyes trailing to her bare breasts.

"You did not wear a bra?" He asked, slightly curious, but his curiosity was fleeting, absorbed by the shadowy humanoid, his murderous urges increasing with each passing moment.

And the humanoid was there for it, it's voiceless voice whispering in his mind, «You can't go on without killing her.»

'Fucking watch me then,' he narrowed his eyes at the thing and moved.

"Ash!" The woman yelped as he pulled her by the waist, rubbing his half-erect member against her lower stomach.

Next, he went after her breasts, groping her surprisingly perky mounds in his grasp, but even then, his mind was not wholly on her.

'Why do I still wish to kill her?' he thought, frowning slightly as he suddenly lifted the woman by the waist and took her to the other room, his strides wide and determined.

The blonde lady straddled him, kissing him softly on his neck, her breath hot against his ear as they arrived.

Her proximity slightly overwhelmed his advanced scenes, but he got it under control quickly.

She smelled exactly like the other room in this run-down house, of smoke and cheap perfume.

The space management here was even more insane than the bathroom; a single mattress to the far left corner (laid directly on the floor), a stove with kitchen essentials on the opposite corner, and what he could only assume to be bags of clothing with the remaining space.

"Bam!"

A soft thud rang out as he slammed her against the washed-out wall, her leg knocking over a stack of bags next to them, but Mr. Valen didn't care.

He instead brought his hand down her form, feeling the intricacies of her skin, the softness of her slightly fleshy stomach, until his fingers touched her pussy through her panties, feeling the wrinkles of her laced underwear.

"Ahhhh!" A loud, exaggerated moan that Mr. Valen immediately registered as fake filled the room at his touch.

'The fuck?' he felt his lips twitch in annoyance, his breath hitching as he fought the urge to choke her there and then.

'They're all the same,' the lady thought as she stared on at him with a misty, almost longing gaze, but then she observed something that made her narrow her eyes.

Mr. Valen, after feeling the folds of her pussy through her panties, shifted the annoying fabric aside and directed his rod towards her moist entrance.

"I never do it without a condom!" The woman suddenly exclaimed, her form flailing slightly as she tried to force herself from Mr. Valen's grip, but at that moment she discovered to her horror how unmovable the man before her was.

Fortunately, he let her go once he sensed her resistance, his eyes observing as she fell awkwardly to her knees, holding onto his form for support.

"Hurry up," he then spoke impatiently, watching as she moved to pick up her bag from the ground, searching through her things.

Crawling on the cold floor, she brought out a few things and laid them on the ground. Among them were a small purse, the picture of a blonde-haired girl, drugs, and, of course, a packet of condoms.

Removing a piece from the pack, she tossed it at Mr. Valen, who caught it mid-air, tearing the thing open with his teeth, his breath misty.

"Did you practice that?" the hooker said, giggling at his little display, but Mr. Valen just pinched the latex tip and rolled it down his thick shaft, veins bulging against the tight rubber.

'So he's not that green,' The woman bit her lip at the sight, her thighs rubbing together, and for a moment Mr. Valen could not tell if it was part of the performance or genuine lust.

"Get on all fours," he then said, his eyes narrowed as he watched the woman seated on the floor.

"Yes, sir," the hooker responded readily, turning her back to him, her bountiful ass swaying slightly.

Kneeling in front of her, Mr. Valen once again moved her panties aside, his member throbbing slightly as he rubbed his tip against the folds of her pussy.

"Fwop!"

He thrust his length inside the woman before she could utter one more performative moan, latex invading her stretched lips.

A choked gasp ripped from her throat, incited by his sudden actions, one that she struggled to suppress.

"Someone's eager," she rasped as Mr. Valen began thrusting slowly, her breath forced, as she closed her eyes, feeling the pleasurable sensations that overcame the previous discomfort.

'He's actually good,' she thought as Mr. Valen found his rhythm, the steady slapping of flesh echoing in the room.

His performance seemed to impress her, "You're good, you're very good," the woman praised him, prompting him to raise his brows.

As Mr. Valen pistoned, he felt a pleasurable sensation build up in his stomach, overwhelming even his urge to kill the woman before him.

But the sensation was building fast, the intensity of it causing his breath to hitch in his throat.

'I have to change tempo,' he thought as he leaned into her, stopping his pistoning, his hands flowing from her waist to her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.

"Why did you stop?" the woman, her breath a bit heavy, asked, her tone growing amused as she felt his arm climb towards her collarbone, then her neck, "Are you tired? I can take the lead if you- Ahhhh-"

Her words were cut short as Mr. Valen caught a fistfull of her hair, yanking her head back, arching her back, her tits thrusting skyward as he desperately increased his pace.

"Pa! Pa! Pa!" Each snap jolted her whole body awake faster than she could even realize.

"Ahh!" The woman moaned in simultaneous pleasure and pain, this time genuinely, her eyes growing misty, "easy," she rasped, but her partner hardly listened.

"You are a mother?" Mr. Valen suddenly whispered to her, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice gravelly.

His lips curled when he felt her pussy spasm violently, milking him like a fist, a fresh gush of her juices soaking his member.

"I'll take that as a yes," Mr. Valen continued, amused at the response he received before, and sure enough.

"Hmmm," the woman moaned slightly, and then she spoke, whispered even, "Stop it-"

"Oh, but does your daughter know what her mother does?" Mr. Valen doubled down, curious to see her reaction.

"Hmmm," she moaned again, her form shuddering with each thrust, "stop hmmm," she breathed once more, but Mr. Valen was persistent.

"Does your daughter know that her mother is a cheap slut? Does she know that you spread your thighs for 500 Val?" Mr. Valen spoke, his grip tightening around her hair as he increased his pace even further.

"Hmmm, Mommy's been bad, sweetie," the lady suddenly moaned, her form shuddering greatly as juices burst out of her like a fountain, the warm liquid soaking his thighs.

But even though she was cumming, even though her pussy was clenching at him with a death grip, Mr. Valen powered through.

"S-sl- pla, hmmm," unintelligible mutterings escaped her lips, her form sensitive from her previous outburst.

"Argh!" Mr. Valen groaned as he too felt the pleasure rise within him, his form trembling as he came, thick jets of cum blocked by the condom.

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