Cairo One Night, Part Three
The moment Choi Jeong-ah climbed onto the bed, she showed her true colors.
No sooner had she pushed him down and swung a leg over him than she flipped their places, top for bottom. A bold hand dragged his underwear down, and both of hers closed around his cock.
“Nngh—!”
That electric jolt shot from his shaft up the spine and cracked against the back of his skull. Feeling the thick pulse throb in her grip, Jeong-ah smiled, slow and wicked.
“Tch. Thirties oppa~. You want to bed a girl in her twenties, you’d better come prepared.”
She spread her knees and settled over him, bringing her pussy down onto the cock she held upright, then rubbed herself along it in sly little strokes, back and forth.
“Hnnn~ mmm~~~ ahhnn~~ so good~.”
Crazy bitch.
He swallowed the groan.
Watching her throw her head back and use his dick like a dildo, grinding herself on it, he felt the climax already crowding up his spine. She’d stolen the lead, and he didn’t even have the presence of mind to notice—he was simply being dragged wherever she wanted him.
A moment later she kicked her panties off entirely, leaned her torso forward, and fitted her pussy onto him.
“Oppa~ me~ I’m the one who’s gonna fuck you now.”
She laughed and sank her hips.
His fully swollen cock slid deep into a soft, soaking hole.
“Aaaahn~~~.”
She let out a nasal moan, savored the stretch for a breath, and then started working her ass up and down.
Squelch—squelch—squelch—squelch—squelch—
Both hands braced on his lower belly, she lifted her hips and drove herself back down. Every time she did, his rigidly erect cock punched up into her body, deep and deeper.
“Ahh~ ahh~ ahh~ ahnn~ so good~ ahh~ ahh~ ahhaaahn~~~.”
She rode him like a horse, finding a rhythm, waist rolling, torso bouncing. Her heavy breasts swung up and down.
He stopped trying to endure anything at all and decided to enjoy it. Both hands reached up and closed over those swaying breasts.
“Aaahn~~ yes~ harder~ harder~~~ aaahn~ aaahn~ aaahn~”
She laid her own hands over his where they gripped her chest, and her body jolted up and down, faster now.
Squelch—squelch—squelch—squelch—squelch—squelch—
Her head tipped back, soft hair tossing. The cock standing straight up inside her was clenched in the slick grip of her folds, squeezed and wrung.
“Nngh~ tight as hell.”
“You like it? Oppa? You like it? Ahh~ ahh~ ahh~ just a little~ more~ oppa~ ahh~ ahh~~ aaahn~~~. Harder!!!”
The excitement in her voice only drove him harder. He clamped down on an orgasm that wanted to blow right then, and the strain swelled his thighs until they felt ready to split.
In the next instant her body, cresting, arched even farther back. Both arms reached behind her to seize his knees, and she hammered herself up and down.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Oppa! I can’t! Ahh! Ahh! Aaagh! Oppa!! Fuck! Ahh! I’m losing it! It’s too good! Aaagh!”
At a cry that was nearly a scream, the reason he’d been clinging to tore loose. What was left—pure instinct—held the explosion back until the very last moment.
And then, at last, her body burst into the flare of climax.
“Aaaaaagh~~~!!!”
“Nngh! Fuck!”
The curse ripped out of him before he knew it. Everything he’d been damming up finally detonated. A sharp, electric ejaculation raced the length of his urethra.
Pshuuuuuuk~~~
Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.
The release dropped him flat on his back, arms and legs flung wide. He luxuriated in the soft, wet foreignness still wrapped around him inside her while her sweat-slick body folded down over his, and for a little while he simply lay there under the give of her skin, riding out the aftershocks.
“Hah. Hah. Hah.”
He had no idea how much time passed. The only thought in his head was that he had to hold on.
He looked down. Eyes gone slightly crooked with pleasure were looking up at him.
“Our oppa. You held out better than I thought. Hm? You sure you’re not in your twenties?”
That teasing look lit the fight in him all over again. He rolled the woman sprawled on his chest, laid her out on the bed, and climbed on top of her. His turn to show her something.
“Time you learned a lesson.”
He covered her mouth with kisses, blanketed her body with his, and started to caress her.
He woke to the feeling of morning sunlight tickling his eyelids. Outside, the day was already bright. He checked the clock. Nine forty-five.
Ugh.
His throat was on fire. He got up, found a water bottle, and gulped it down.
“Where’d she go?”
Last night’s record: one loss, then one win, then one draw. At least he’d saved face. After the final climax he’d collapsed onto the mattress like a man dropping on the field and passed out cold.
Bottle in hand, he left the bedroom.
Beyond the living room, a wide terrace opened to the outside. Under Egypt’s hammering sun, in the shade of the awning, she had a yoga mat spread and was flowing through pose after pose. She finished what looked like the last of her breathing, glanced at the phone propped in front of her, and smiled brightly into it.
“Hey, everyone~ I was so exhausted, but once I loosened up like this, all those stiff muscles just let go. You all hang in there today too~ Oh— is it nighttime over there? Then good night, everybody~ Byeee~~~.”
Jeong-ah tapped the button to end the livestream, then came bouncing across the living room at a run. The breasts wrapped in her yoga top bounced with every step.
“Kyaaah~!! Oppa~~~”
She launched herself into his arms.
“Did you see? I gained a thousand followers in a single day! Kyaah! Am I actually gonna turn into a real celebrity at this rate? Ahahahaha~”
“You got up and did that first thing?”
“Obviously. How am I supposed to not film myself doing yoga in a luxury hotel, looking down over Cairo? When am I ever coming back here?”
Damn.
He’d barely managed a draw on the scoreboard, but recovery was another matter entirely. The gap between her twenties and his thirties showed itself plain as day. A total defeat.
“Oppa. I’m hungry.”
“You haven’t eaten?”
“I waited till you woke up.”
“Not because you were too busy filming?”
“Pfft. I killed two birds, that’s all. I’m a woman who spends time like gold.”
“Good attitude. Let’s go get breakfast.”
“Breakfast? But— is it okay if we don’t pack for checkout? We’re basically out of time.”
“I’ll just book another day.”
“Really! Oppa~!! You are so sexy right now. For real.”
“This is sexy?”
“Obviously. A man’s sexiness comes from what he can do. I’ll go wash up real quick.”
They ate together and came back up to the room.
“You gave me a present, so I should give you a bonus, right?”
Jeong-ah knelt in front of him, tugged his underwear down, opened her mouth, and swallowed his soft cock whole. A practiced tongue and a pair of lips sucked and drew at it until it stood up hard. She took the fully roused shaft in her hand, stroked the head, and stuck her tongue out to tease the tip of the glans.
“Heh! Heh! Hehe~ Feel good? Oppa~ It’s good, right? Hm?”
“Nngh!”
The groan came out of him on its own. He reached down, seized a fistful of her hair, and shoved his cock into her mouth.
Uk! Schlup—schlup—schlup—schlup—schlup—schlup—
Her head pumped back and forth without pause. His dark, flushed dick slid in and out of that small mouth-cunt. Her lips sucked along the shaft; her tongue wound around it, circled, licked.
Watching the obscene sight unfolding below him, a filthy thrill climbed his gut. His cock swelled to the point of bursting.
And then, at last—
“Nngh! Fuck, you bitch!”
Splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt.
She sucked the cum out of him, and what felt like the last of his vitality along with it. The bewitching woman pulled her mouth off and opened it to show him the white load pooled inside.
“Heh. Heheheh.”
Spit and cum ran together from the corner of her lips. She plucked a tissue, spat the load into it, wiped her mouth, wound her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his cheek.
“Again tonight? And that time you have to put it in me here, okay? Got it?”
She said the filthiest things without a flicker of shame. According to her, being on a trip had only made her bolder. He doubted the truth was much different.
With that, she ran for the shower. Watching her from behind, he felt his cock heating all over again.
“I’m gonna have to find a way to deal with this. Maybe I should tell Argon I want sword lessons again.”
Once each of them had finished getting ready to go out, they left the hotel separately. Thrilled by the explosion in her follower count, Choi Jeong-ah packed her filming gear and headed into Cairo proper. He made some excuse about stepping out on business and coming back.
After they parted, he made for the Alexandria Coastal Villa.
The Alexandria Coastal Villa. He went to the master room and opened the closet door.
Inside the wardrobe hung headscarves of the Arab style, and traditional garments with them. What stood out was that every last one of them was black.
He changed, then called the slaves.
“Let’s move.”
A cemetery on the outskirts of Cairo. Late evening.
Among gravestones and tombs washed in moonlight, people quietly showed themselves, one and then another. Bodies wrapped in black headcloths, IS slaves and Maximus flanking him left and right, he faced the man across from him.
Opposite, the arms broker appeared with his men in tow.
“Been a while. You been well?”
“Well enough.”
“Well. Being able to see each other’s faces at all means we’re doing all right, I suppose. Given any thought to the offer I passed you?”
The proposal had come in after he returned to Earth.
Drug order and delivery request. Destination: Somalia.
Somalia sat a little over two thousand kilometers south of Egypt. By sea, you had to pass the Suez Canal and run some three thousand kilometers down the coast.
“Quantity and price?”
“How much can you do?”
“About two hundred kilos.”
What he actually had on hand was 1.2 tons—taken when he’d cleaned out IS. Two hundred kilograms was more than enough to spare.
“Whew~~ That’s a serious amount. For that much, I’ll go as high as five million dollars. I won’t take a separate fee. In exchange, you move our goods along with the drugs. How’s that?”
“Goods?”
“I’ve got a delivery for the Shabaab side. Rifles and ammunition. That sort of thing.”
He thought it over for a moment. Moving it wasn’t hard, of course. If it came to it, he could cross into the other world and follow the imperial roads; borders became child’s play. Easier still, he could split the load into magic pouches and carry it that way. Not a difficult job—but he might as well take the other man’s measure before he decided.
“Can I know the recipient?”
“You’re doing business with IS, so you’ve heard the name. Al-Shabaab. Nasty bastards, but they won’t stiff you on the money.”
Al-Shabaab.
With how often his work took him through the Middle East, it was a name he heard constantly. Less famous than IS, maybe, but the things they did were every bit as vile. The name meant “the youth” in Arabic, and true to form they flew the banner of Islamic fundamentalism while carrying out terror and mass ethnic slaughter. Rumors of their numbers ran wild—three thousand, seven thousand. They had seized the south of Somalia, a place that was in practice anarchic, and by now they had grown from a terror group into something close to a state power. A few years back, the Somali army, backed by the United States and African Union forces, had beaten them back, and they had slunk underground again. Large numbers, talking to each other from the shadows—they resembled IS in that, too.
Perfect conditions for a hunt.
“I’ll take it.”
“Good. Smart choice.”
“And I’ve got a request of my own.”
“A request? Something you need?”
“What else would you ask an arms dealer?”
“Fair enough. So what do you want? Short of a submarine, I can get you anything.”