Richard hadn't expected that the moment he stepped into the bar, someone would throw herself into his arms. As he turned to look, the first thing that caught his eye was a head of golden hair, a stunning figure, pale skin, and a face full of seductive charm.
"Help me… They drugged me," the woman whispered hurriedly—just as a group of men came storming down the stairs, eyes scanning the crowd as if hunting for someone.
Seeing them, the blonde "Persian cat" staggered while clinging to Richard, tugging him toward the restrooms to hide. Without hesitation, Richard played along and wrapped his arm around the girl, heading straight into the men's room.
The timing was impeccable. As the restroom door opened, a man inside caught sight of the pair and gave them a knowing smirk before stepping aside and leaving.
The woman dragged Richard into the middle stall. No sooner when they entered that the effects of the drug seemed to kick in—her entire body slumped against his.
Just then, sounds of heavy panting and moaning erupted from the neighboring stall—intense, unabashed, and utterly shameless. It was as if the people inside wanted the whole world to hear.
What the hell?
The woman paused, clearly stunned by the noise. A visible blush crept up her ears, and her already dazed eyes grew even more glassy. The ruckus next door seemed to awaken something inside her. With a soft moan, the golden-haired "Persian cat" wrapped her arms around Richard's neck, eyes brimming with heat, and lunged in for a kiss.
Before he could react, his belt was already undone.
Seriously? We're doing this now?
In the next second, the golden-haired beauty wrapped around him like a seductive serpent, her body tingly and relentless. Her fingers, trembling with desperate urgency, raked over his chest, nails brushing lightly before diving beneath his clothes, tugging at his shirt like a b*tch in heat. Buttons unwrapped and a dragon rod burst out from within.
She gasped at the sight, her lips parted and she subconsciously said 'oh', her fingers wrapping around his rod in a slow and erotic stroke. His dragonic rod which has veins coiling around like a snake, made her insides flutter, her juicy flower dripping with liquid between her thighs. Without hesitation, she guided him towards her drooling p*ssy, the swollen bud already throbbing with anticipation.
With a deep breath, she sank onto him in one smooth motion, taking him deep inside her warm cave.
"Ughhh..." Richard groaned as her insides enveloped him warmly, wet and slippery, her inner muscles wrapping around his rod as if trying to pull him even deeper. For a moment, they stayed like that.
'Angghh...' The girl moaned in a quiet voice, while Richard's hands gripped her hips so hard as if he will snap out any second.
Then she began to move.
Her hips moved upside down, each drag of her body against his sending her a burst of pleasure.
"Annghh~!"
"Do you like it?" Richard spoke while clutching her slender hips and helping her body move up and down.
"Why are u asking th—hnghhh~!" While she struggled to utter those words, Richard didn't bother letting her finish her words and drilled his rod deeper into her insides.
The sounds from the next stall only triggered them on -every slap of skin, every choked moan, every cries of pleasure blending into their heated rough clash! The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, their temperatures rising up more and more as she rode him faster and deeper.
Richard's grip tightened to maximum as he attempted to take over and succeeded. Now slamming his rod in her insides, the girl gave a wrenching cry as the already out of control Richard pressed his rod again and again on her slippery cave. Poking so hard as if wanting to destroy her.
"Anggggghhh~! Anghhh~!!" The blonde woman moaned out intensely as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes misty and her face seems to incur pity.
"Annghhh~! HNGHH~!!" Her lips parted and consecutive cries of pleasure spilled from her mouth like a B*tch in heat, her voice cracking as she c*mmed. Her body trembled, waves of pleasure took control of her body as she felt like thousands of lightning bolt befalled on her.
Meanwhile, Richard also couldn't hold back anymore. With a suppressed groan, he spilled his seeds, his hips shaking as he released all of his squirming genetics on her wet-like-a-flood p*ssy. For a long moment, they stayed locked together, panting sounds is all that remained, as their body—still recovering from the remnants of pleasure, trembled unctrollably.
When everything finally calmed down and the effects of the drug wore off, the woman seemed to recover. Still, the look in her eyes remained dreamy, and she licked her lips with lingering hunger—as if she wasn't quite finished.
"What's your name? And what happened back there?" Richard asked.
"Madison," the blonde beauty replied without missing a beat. "Thanks for earlier. And you are?"
"Richard. Why did they drug you?"
"I want them dead!" Madison's face darkened instantly at the memory. Rage surged in her eyes. She grabbed Richard's phone, quickly entered a number, and called. "I'm leaving. Starting today, you're my boyfriend. Call me."
With that, she hastily fixed her clothes and strode out of the restroom.
Richard retrieved his phone, dressed, and followed her out—just in time to see the same men who had been chasing Madison leave the bar with a group. He tailed them discreetly.
By the time he caught up, they had boarded a city bus. Moments after it pulled away, a surge of magical energy rippled through the air. The next second, the bus lifted off the ground and flipped over, crashing upside down.
Only after seeing the wreck did Madison turn to leave.
"There are still two alive in there. You're not going to finish the job?" a voice called out behind her. Madison jumped, whipping around.
"Surprised?" Richard stepped forward.
"You saw everything?" Madison asked blankly.
"I did."
"You're not afraid? I'm a witch," she emphasized.
Richard smiled slightly and beckoned her with a finger. Madison frowned in confusion—only to find her body moving against her will, walking toward him.
"A witch? That's supposed to be powerful?"
"You know spells? Are you a witch too?" Madison asked, wide-eyed in disbelief.
"Or… maybe I'm a sorcerer," Richard replied.
"But… I thought only women could awaken witch powers?" she said hesitantly.
Richard raised an eyebrow. What kind of half-baked education did this branch get? They seriously think only women can inherit magical abilities?
"Magic doesn't discriminate by gender."
"Anyway, the cops are coming. Shouldn't you go deal with the rest?"
Without hesitation, Madison raised her hand. The overturned bus ignited in an instant, engulfed in flames.
Richard took Madison back with him to the villa. Upon entering, she looked around in astonishment. "This place feels incredible. My magic flows so much more easily here."
"This is my estate," Richard said with a smile.
"Now let's talk about you. Who taught you magic? You're a witch, and you let some street punks drug you? Didn't your mentor teach you how to protect yourself?"
"My magic is innate," Madison answered. "It awakened on its own—I didn't have a real teacher. My so-called mentor is a coward. All she ever taught me was how to control the spells I already had."
"Innate magic?" Richard instructed the system to run a scan. Soon, it identified the unique signature of Madison's powers—magic born of bloodline, not training.
So, she's more of a warlock-bloodline type than a classic spellcaster.
Through further conversation, Richard learned that Madison hadn't been raised in witchcraft. She only awakened her powers at eighteen, after which she was sent to a local witch school for training.
In her lineage, all witches inherited their powers through blood. Upon reaching adulthood, there was a chance they would awaken their magical gifts.
However, such awakening didn't grant access to a full library of spells. Instead, each witch could only wield spells tied to their specific bloodline. Compared to warlocks—who could expand beyond their inherent gifts—these witches were more limited.
Still, this method had its advantages. As long as they could produce offspring, their bloodline would carry on—even if previous generations were wiped out. Extinction wasn't a concern.
And because their magic was inherited, their learning curve was fast. With minimal training, they could already wield decent power. But the downside was just as clear—low potential ceilings, easily countered, and vulnerable even to ordinary humans if caught off-guard.
Richard also learned that this peculiar mode of inheritance came from centuries of persecution. Since the Middle Ages, the Church had hunted witches relentlessly—sending armies of witch hunters to burn them alive. Even now, in some remote regions, witches were still being killed. To survive, their kind adopted this bloodline-based legacy.
To protect themselves, the witches collectively channeled the powers of their entire lineage into a single individual—creating the Supreme Witch.
The Supreme Witch, endowed with all inherited gifts, was immensely powerful. It was only under her protection that this coven had survived to the present day.
Learning of this witch lineage, Richard immediately saw potential. After all, building a floating city would require a lot of labor—and these witches could be very useful.