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Donghwan’s pub. Few people knew about it, so it was his favorite place to dine when he didn’t want any attention. Plus, as much as his pajeon was pretty damn kick-ass, he didn’t want to put in all that effort sometimes, and this was the best place he knew for the best prices. Still… Roland wasn’t looking for food right now. Maybe one day he’d even get someone to eat with him, but until then, a man could only dream.
Roland pushed the door open, sighing as he wiped off the sweat from the hot sun. He unstrapped his mask, feeling the cold fogs that bound it to his face dissipate into the air.
“Always unnerves me when you take that thing off.”
Roland glanced to see Dong-hwan himself meeting him with a grin. Roland couldn’t help but smile, even though they weren’t all that acquainted outside of the pub.
“Really, it’s like a cloud just grew legs and walked up in here, then gave birth to a full-grown dude…”
Roland met him with a snort, shaking his hand. “Hey, Dong-hwan. Real great analogy, really refined. Put me in a good light, you know?”
“Ha.” Dong-hwan nudged him. “You sure you need any more ass-kissing? I thought I was talking to a new Grade 1.”
Roland shrugged. “I gotta aim for the stars, don’t I? Imagine it: Color Fixer Roland: The… Black Blade, or something.”
Dong-hwan tilted his head. “Yeah, right. Guess it fits, at least. That really is a fine piece of workshop equipment you’ve got there.” Dong-hwan gestured to the longsword strapped around Roland’s waist. “Speaking of, where’d you get those two? The mask and sword, I mean.”
“Dunno, honestly.” Roland shrugged. “My grandma owned them, as stupid as it sounds. Said they were, quote, ‘old but gold heirlooms.’.”
He patted the sword, his long-time, trusty companion. “You’d have to go dig her up to find out, but, for my two cents, I’d say they’re some shit from the ruins.”
Dong-hwan whistled. “Sounds like it could go for a mean buck. Not my style, though.” He guided Roland to a seat, gesturing for him to get comfortable. “So, what could I get you?”
Roland hesitated, before lowering his voice. “Actually… I was thinking something a bit stronger..?”
Dong-hwan glanced to both sides before nodding, beckoning Roland to follow. They walked to the back of the restaurant, to a door labeled “SUPPLY CLOSET”, sanctioned by a wall from the rest of the building. Swinging the door open, Dong-hwan revealed a set of stairs leading down into the underground tavern.
“Right… you be careful down there, bud. Ever since they’ve been expanding entrances into other parts of the City, well… I don’t have full control of what goes on down there.” Dong-hwan sighed. “Nobody should be looking for a fight, but… y’know.”
Roland nodded. “Thanks, bud.”
He headed down the steps, stretching as he slipped the mask on. He willed it to be less disruptive, though, so, to others, he should look just a bit blurry at most. He didn’t wanna cause a scene down there.
He opened the door at the bottom of the steps, breathing in the dusty air.
Unraveled before him was a tavern filled with many different individuals sitting at round, wooden tables. He recognized a few Fixers, some Association, some Office. A corporate agent belonging to… might be K. Corp? There were also a few Syndicate members that eyed Roland as he made his way to the bar in the middle of the room, neon lights behind the rows of alcohol.
Lanterns dotted the walls around, keeping the room lit with shaky orange flames, and the wooden boards creaked underfoot. Definitely not the most high-end place, but it was known for good alcohol in a pinch.
Roland sat down next to a hooded stranger and gestured to the bartender. “Bomb shot of beer, one shot of soju. Thanks.”
The bartender quickly got to work, dropping a shot of soju into a small glass of beer, which Roland picked up, sliding his mask upward and, bracing himself, downing the slightly sweet, burning liquid. He let out a sigh before noticing the person next to him staring.
He ignored it for a bit, thinking about what he should get next, but the stranger’s unseeable eyes seemed to bore into him. He tried to sneak a glance at their face under the hood, but ended up meeting their eyes.
“Ah– uh… hello.” Roland tilted his head. “...You need something?”
The hooded stranger remained silent for a bit before moving their eyes back ahead. Roland wondered what that was all about for a second, before they finally spoke.
“What’s up with the mask? Pretty sure I’m not drunk, either. You look like you were recorded on a low quality camera.” The hooded stranger scoffed. “Bud, if you’re trying to lay low, this isn’t the way.”
Roland returned his eyes to the bar, not minding their words. “...I’m not doing it to lay low or get attention. Don’t care about either of those.”
“So… sentimentality, then?” The hooded stranger beckoned to the bartender, pointing at Roland’s cup. “Gimme one of what he ordered.”
…Who was this? Roland felt uneasy. This was a bit too much attention for his liking. If it was anyone else but Roland, they probably would have already swung at the stranger. They were lucky he had his head screwed on straight…
“...Yeah, I guess..? What’s with the questions? Hardly seems like the best place for it, don’t you think?” Roland willed the mask to intensify a little, shrouding himself a bit more.
“...Ugh. Don’t do that, you’re making my eyes sore. As for the questions…” The hooded stranger sighed. “Dunno, really. Feeling a little lonely today.”
“...Oh, I don’t…” Roland hesitated, flattered. “I-I don’t swing that way. Sorry.”
The hooded stranger shot a glance toward him, bewildered, before audibly chuckling and taking off the hood. Roland’s eyebrows shot up as the stranger revealed back-length red hair, flowing down her body.
“...Do I sound that much like a guy? Plus, bold of you to assume I’m interested.” She adjusted her legs, and it was only then Roland noticed the blade at her feet.
His heart nearly stopped. It was a grotesque blade, covered halfway with skinned flesh and dotted with eyes. Teeth stuck out of the back of the blade, forming a sort of crossguard.
What the fuck was going on?
Roland nearly fell out of his chair, and many eyes snapped to him before returning to their tables as he regained his seating.
“Who- wha… who are you..?” Roland stammered, his hands shaking at the sudden sight.
“Take off that mask and I’l tell you.” The stranger said, taking a sip of her shot. “...Not bad.”
Roland hesitantly took it off, the fog dissipating once again, and pocketed the round, black disk.
The stranger leaned forward in a low voice, coming close to Roland’s ears. “...The Red Mist. Frankly, I’m surprised the flesh sword and red hair didn’t clue you in.”
…Yeah, okay.
Roland was about to laugh, but remembered how he had once seen the Red Mist at work. Still, she was shrouded in this red armor, fog surrounding her. She couldn’t be right in front of him, surely..? But… oh. That was it. The sword. It was the exact same shape.
…So Roland was sitting face to face with…
“...Please don’t kill me.”
The Red Mist scoffed, meeting Roland’s eyes. “I don’t have any reason to, do I? Plus, you’re funny. Tell me, who am I talking to right now?”
“Ah– I-my- my name is–” Holy shit, Roland. Get a grip. “My– I’m Roland. Grade… Grade one Fixer under Charles’ Office.”
The Red Mist eyed him for a second, scanning him, before taking another sip and setting her drink down.
“...Call me Kali. Relax, buddy. I’m not gonna lop your head off. Plus, you’re a Grade one. You might actually be able to put up a good fight against me. Hell, you could take on the whole bar.”
Roland hesitated, looking around. Well… honestly, she was probably right. Still, a single mistake against a Color– hell, not even a Color. He was sitting next to The Color Fixer. He could die in seconds if he wasn’t careful.
“...I think my concern is justified, though…” Roland managed to speak.
Kali snorted, swirling her drink around. “Maybe. But that’s how people’ve always treated me. I’m human, though.”
Roland blinked, looking down at his empty glass. He wondered if that would be the life he’d lead if he ever got that strong. Would anyone else even want to be close to him? Even if they did, it would probably be to stab him in the back and get a payout that would set them up for life.
He suddenly felt a bit bad for Kali.
Roland ordered another shot of soju. “...Yeah. I guess being the strongest gets a bit tiring after a while, doesn’t it?”
“...A bit. As for being the strongest… I wouldn’t say that. For all my power, I could never really do anything. All it ever does is strike downwards. I could never point my blade at what actually makes this world a shithole.” Kali sighed, glumly finishing off her shot.
“Still. There’s always something new to try, so life isn’t all that boring. You know this is my first time trying drinks other than cheap, six-pack canned booze?”
Roland raised his eyebrow. “...Huh. Actually?”
“Never had time for anything else.” Kali replied, eyeing her empty shot glass. “The cans tasted like piss, but… well, from what I’ve garnered, this place serves some pretty good stuff.”
Roland thought for a moment. “Yeah… I usually stick to my favorite. The shot of soju in a cold glass of beer is perfect, but with some nice pajeon, you’ve gotta get a bottle of makgeolli.”
Gebura glanced toward him with a scoff. “...You sound exactly like someone I know. Crazy alcohol fanatic.”
Roland chuckled. “Invite me over, maybe we can all have a drink together. ‘S he a Fixer too?”
“Him?” Gebura snorted. “Bud’d chop his own head off before he picked up the damn blade. He’s a scientist, I think… somehow.”
“A scientist? For what? Thought all of those fancy schmucks were out in the Nests sucking residents’ wallets dry.” Roland downed another shot, feeling his head grow woozy.
“Naw. We’re…” Kali mirrored him, downing another shot with a wince. “Hah. Can’t tell you any details, but… might finally be able to use my strength to change the world through their help.” Kali coughed, her face growing visibly red. “D-damn. This shit’s… real strong, huh..?”
Roland let out a woozy chuckle. “Well~ who could have expected that the legendary Red Mist can’t hold her liquor..?”
Kali grunted, shifting herself on her seat. “Yeah, shut it. Let me get… one more.”
The bartender eyed both of them. “Oy. Just so you know where to crash. We’ve got rooms to your left. Five hundred ahn per night. Yer paying in the morning.”
Roland waved him off, ordering another shot alongside Kali.
“Gah… fuck, that’s way too strong...” Kali set down her glass. “...Yeahmm… think I’m done… ugh…”
Roland laid his head on his hand. “Done… heh. Y’really can’t… hold your liquor.”
“Speak for yourself, dumbass…”
Roland was silent for a bit before speaking up. “Wanna– wanna… head to a room..?”
Kali glanced toward him. “What’s that supposed’uh mean..?”
Roland grinned. “Whatever… you want, really.”
Kali snorted before grabbing his wrist and marching to the door, heading down the hall and into a vacant room, dragging Roland along.
—
The bartender sighed as he watched them go, wiping off their glasses. A Grade One and the damn Red Mist. That room’s gonna be broken as shit. Good thing they could pay up.
—
Roland gasped as Kali broke from his lips, staring at his neck with hungry, half-closed eyes. Mm… shit. Not the way he expected his first time was gonna go. Her breath tasted like the remnants of soju– he felt like he could get drunk again off of that alone.
“Ha-agh…” Roland gulped as Kali kissed his neck, helplessly grabbing at her back as she held him in place against the wall. He felt like his legs might give out at any moment–
“Ugh… this shit’s annoying.” Kali clicked her tongue, and Roland yelped as he was flung onto the bed before Kali pinned him down and slowly began unbuttoning his blazer.
“Heh… you… taste real good, you know that?” Kali flung off his blazer before unshouldering her own coat, staring down at him hungrily. Her tight undershirt clung to her frame, accentuating the strength in her form, and Roland couldn’t rip his eyes away.
She let out a sigh, undoing the last of the buttons on his shirt and opening it to his bare chest. “Finally, damn… that’s why you don’t get laid, you know… such a pain.”
“Ngh… I-I wasn’t really planning on getting lai– ugh..!” Kali squeezed his waist, once again moving her lips to his neck before moving her hands down and stroking his legs. She climbed further onto the bed as Roland’s hands weakly clung to her waist, and her palms brushed against his crotch.
Roland instinctively froze, his face red-hot as he looked up at Kali, who was grinning as she stared at his lower half. “...Huh… you haven’t even seen shit yet…” She plopped herself down on top of his crotch, her own grinding against his… member.
She returned her eyes to his before lifting her shirt up, and her bare chest popped out from under the shirt.
Roland immediately averted his eyes, his breath quickening. She wasn’t wearing a bra– why wasn’t she wearing a bra– this was way too much to deal with. He felt like he was already about to…
Gebura grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze onto her. Her abs were scarred, the veins in her arms popping out as defined as the sharp, muscly ridges. Her breasts– as hard as Roland tried to look away– seemed to stare him down with her same fiery gaze.
“There… now… you’ve seen shit…” Kali gulped, falling onto Roland with only her arms propping her up. Their chests pressed together, and Roland felt his lower half about to explode. His hands were still weakly wrapped around her waist, helplessly pushing against Kali’s relentless approach.
Roland stared up at Kali, his eyebrows knit together, as her hands wrapped around his chin and she pulled him into a kiss, holding herself above him with her elbow against the bed.
She broke away, licking her lips in ecstacy before grabbing his belt and tearing it off. Roland moved his hands to her own belt, desperately trying to undo the loop, but his fingers were far too weak with his muddled brain. God, he must look pathetic as shit right now…
Roland’s legs shifted as he kicked off the pants that clung to his legs, and Kali raised her eyebrows.
“...Hm. Not bad at all. Didn’t think you’d be packing all that much, seeing as how you’ve been completely manhandled so far…”
Roland shivered in the cold room, grasping at the covers. “...I-I mean… I can’t do much, going up against the Red Mist, can I..?”
Kali sighed, moving Roland’s hand aside as she undid her own belt with one hand. “Let me leave behind that name for one night, will ya?”
She lifted up her knee, sliding her bare legs out before tossing it aside and brushing back her hair.
Roland bit his lip as he stared at her bare legs, his throbbing member grinding against her wet entrance through one, thin, soaked layer.
Kali hummed in satisfaction. “There… now we’ve got something real going.” She grunted as she shifted her leg upwards again, sliding her panties off and exposing her entire body to Roland’s hungry eyes. He grasped at the sheets, pulling them over the both of them as Kali picked herself up—
—And immediately sunk into Roland’s member.
“Ngh~” Roland moaned as his lower half was immersed in a tight, wet embrace, raw strength pinning him down as he grasped at her legs.
“Hah…” Kali let out a breath. “Pretty… damn good…” She began grinding against his pelvis, her legs tense, her clit grinding against his skin. “God…”
Roland panted as his shaft threatened to explode at any moment, the fluids deep within him rocketing towards the surface only held back by Roland’s desperation to savor this moment. Even still, he couldn’t help it all from coming out, and he felt a dosage of fluids jet from his member. Though, he knew it wasn’t over yet.
Kali relentlessly grinded against him, moving herself back and forth onto his leaking shaft as he whimpered. His hands weakly clutched her thighs as they rocked back and forth onto him, sucking out his energy.
Kali suddenly rocked forward, her legs locking under his, accelerating in her thrusts. Her hands pinned Roland’s shoulders down as she gripped them, pushing against them as she fell on his shaft over and over. His hips moved subconsciously as he closed his eyes, trying not to cum under the constant pressure.
“Hah… lasting this long. I’m pretty surprised, honestly… ugh… though… then again, I have no clue if I’m doing this shit right, do I?”
“Fuck– I’m about to die, Kali… you’re doing it right.”
“A-And, what do you mean you have no clue..? You’re not experienced..?” Roland gasped as Kali’s insides tightened around his member. He could feel the pathway in his shaft opening, desperate to release as Roland fought against it.
Kali huffed as she grinded against Roland, sweat running down her forehead. “Would… ugh… would you believe me if I told you I was a virgin?”
Roland’s eyes widened as he exploded inside Kali, his shaft pumping out wave after wave of cum as he was taken by surprise.
“Fuck~! Wh-where the fuck did all of that come from?!” Kali gasped, falling back onto her hands as Roland released inside of her. “...Shit… that’s gonna take so damn long to clean– did you have to cum so damn deep?!”
Roland let out a panting breath. “I-I’m sorry… I tried to hold back, b-but then you said you were a virgin and that just- broke my concentration…” He shook his head. “...You?! How? That means I’m– I..?”
Kali grunted as she pushed herself forward, further forcing herself onto Roland’s hot member. “...Yeah. Yeah, you’re my first. And I’m yours, I’m willing to bet.”
Roland, with an embarrassed sigh, nodded his head, and Kali clutched his form closer to herself. “...Thought so. Now you’ve gotta plug me shut so all of this doesn’t spill out and flood the sheets… well, it might not, seeing how deep I’m feeling it.”
Kali’s head rocked forward with a sigh, resting on Roland’s shoulder. “...You got a round two somewhere in you?”
Roland hesitated, before gritting his teeth and surging upwards. Kali let out a small yelp, only serving to invigorate him. “...I think I could make it work. That’s not how I’m gonna let my first time end.”
Kali was stunned for a second before reverting to a grin. “Hah… that’s what I’m talking ab-ugh..!”
Roland’s finger jammed onto Kali’s clit, rubbing against it as he grabbed her breast with his free hand. He locked lips with her, closing his eyes as he broke the boundaries of her lips and played with her tongue.
“Mmgh…” Kali moaned as she started to gyrate her hips, and Roland grew harder inside of her, feeling the remains of his load melt away as he thrust inside of her.
He panted as he broke away from her lips, taking the moment to breathe before Kali surged forth and reconnected with him.
Pushing against her approach, Roland forced Kali onto her back as her legs locked around him and she flung her arms around his neck. He thrust into her over and over as her hips moved accordingly, grinding his tip against the walls inside of her.
His hands coiled around her waist, pulling her onto his member and pushing her off as intensely as he could manage with his swiftly fading strength. They broke lips once again as Kali stared into his eyes.
“Fuck… that’s more like it…” Kali closed her eyes as she panted, moving her head past Roland’s neck and latching her lips onto his neck. He felt her arms coiling around his back, squeezing his breath out through his ribs, but he couldn’t stop now.
“Hah…” Roland panted as he thrust inside of her, his shaft opening up again as it threatened to release another load inside of her. “You– you sure you’ve got something to deal with the aftermath..?”
Kali broke from his neck, prompting a wince from him. “Hah… I-I’ll figure something out– shit… don’t worry. J-Just cum inside… I don’t give a fuck how long it’ll take me to clean…”
Kali gulped down, letting her mouth hang open as Roland thrusted faster. “Ffuuck… come on… just… a bit more..!”
Roland suddenly moved his fingers back onto Kali’s clit, and she gasped at the sudden stimulation. “Hah..! Shit..!”
Her arms fell away from Roland’s back as they began tearing at the sheets, and she began pumping her hips forward as she felt herself about to release.
Roland grit his teeth as he kept thrusting, Kali’s legs crushing him as they pulled him in. “I-I’m gonna… Ngh..!”
Roland’s member pierced through the wave of fluids that Kali released, providing enough stimulation for his own throbbing member’s jettison. The two waves of fluid crashed into each other, filling Kali’s insides to the brim.
Roland finally collapsed, every bit of energy sucked out of him, his now-soft member laying on his inner thigh, utterly drained. Kali soon encroached onto him, collapsing as well.
After a minute of heavy, exhausted breaths from the both of them, Roland finally swallowed and flashed a weak smile. “S-so… do I pass for a good first time..?”
Kali weakly nodded her head, gulping down as sweat dropped from her forehead and onto the pillow next to Roland. She flopped onto her back, moving her arm under Roland’s back before pulling him closer.
“Yeah. Yeah, definitely. Hell, you’re probably the only person in the City who wouldn’t get crushed under me.” Kali flashed a smile in return. “Definitely a passing grade.”
Roland hesitated before curling into Kali’s form, nesting his head between her breasts. “...Hah… nice…”
And his vision faded to black.
—
Ew… The bartender sighed as he looked at the sheets. Somehow the bed wasn’t broken, but… well, he supposed he should be grateful. He got off lucky, all things considered.
—
Roland blinked awake, his bare form exposed to the outside world. His hands reached out, expecting to meet Kali’s body, but to no avail.
He looked around, slightly disappointed, before seeing a note pinned to the wall, alongside a number.
“Call me.” It read. Two simple words, but ones that invigorated Roland more than anything else he could have expected. He looked forward to his next meeting with the Red Mist.
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“...Roland?” Dong-hwan hesitated as he saw Roland ascend from the stairs.
“What the hell happened to you? You were down there for the whole night! I was about to call Olivier to help find you!”
Roland met Dong-hwan with a smile. “I got laid.”
Dong-hwan blinked before breaking out into a grin. “No way. Who?”
“...The Red fucking Mist.”
Dong-hwan’s mouth fell open as he watched Roland stride out of the store. Complete bullshit.