I am the New King in the Idol System

Chapter 6-Black

Pressured, Denver was forced to follow the fierce-faced men on his stolen motorcycle. During the ride, Denver felt anxious. He had dealt with thugs before when his father was alive. Denver's memories returned to his childhood, before ending up in an orphanage.

“You scum!”

“Please, give me more time. I've been working on it,” Denver's father-Trevor Xander-said.

“You always beg us for time every billing day! No more mercy for you, asshole!”

“Ugh!”

“Daddy!” cried a frightened little Denver in the distance. The little boy could only cry, watching his father being beaten to a pulp by three large thugs. “Stop it! Don't hurt my dad!” shouted Denver trying to protect his father.

“Heh, little boy. Look at your poor father. He owes us money. Our boss knows there's no way he can repay it. So, say goodbye to your father who can't protect his family. Hahahaha!” laughed a man with pierced ears as he grabbed Trevor's hair.

“Let go! Let go of my dad!” shouted Denver, who was desperate to beat the big man into letting go of his father. “Argh!”

“Denver!” yelled the father as his only son was beaten unconscious on the porch floor.

“Hey!”

“Ha?” Denver was surprised when he was suddenly hit on the arm.

“Are you crazy? Daydreaming while riding a motorcycle? You want to kill yourself, huh?” asked the man riding next to him.

Denver was really surprised. It was a miracle he hadn't crashed or been hit while daydreaming. Denver refocused on driving. 'Why are my childhood memories suddenly surfacing? It's been a long time coming,' Denver thought confusedly. He felt his chest tighten at the memory of that dark incident.

His focus shifted when he saw a mansion on a hill. Denver's eyes narrowed. The road he was traveling on was getting narrower and further away from the main road. Denver followed the big men in front of him until they entered the yard. He had a feeling that the mansion was the residence of Black, the leader of the thugs and Thor's boss.

“Black is waiting. Go straight to him,” said the tattooed man still sitting on his big bike.

“Okay,” Thor replied stiffly.

'Damn. Where's Black's room?” screeched Denver, who was trying to remain calm as he was stared at by the men with fierce looks. 'His house is huge. Three times the size of Mr. Stanton's. Black must be filthy rich!'

Denver walked on without his bag. He simply walked as he observed Black's four-story mansion. The house was spacious, with many doors and windows. The mansion was in the middle of a courtyard. Denver took the initiative to enter one of the doors which was believed to be the main lobby of the mansion whose paint was dominated by white and black.

“Hey, where are you going?” asked a man who suddenly approached Denver.

“Oh, Black wants me to meet him in his room,” replied Thor who decided to stop.

"He?"

"Yes!" Thor replied nodding vigorously.

“Why are you here? Did you forget where Black's room is?” the man asked as he bent at the waist.

“I .... have a headache. I fell in the bathroom and bumped it. It's like I'm having a memory lapse. I don't even recognize you. Who are you?” asked Thor pretending to hold his head, which was still hurting.

“Have you seen a doctor?” asked the tattooed man with a furrowed brow.

“I don't even know where the hospital is. My day is a complete mess,” Thor replied as he messaged his forehead.

“I'll deliver,” said the man, who seemed to take pity on him. Denver nodded, though he was grateful to be helped.

'For a thug boss, this house is beautiful. The rooms are clean and comfortable. It doesn't look like a den of criminals,' Denver praised as he climbed the stairs to the second floor, then into an elevator.

This time, Denver observed the elevator button. Floor B2 in the basement. Denver's brow furrowed when the man who had dropped him off earlier didn't come with him. Denver exited the elevator alone.

He walked hesitantly down the corridor where there was only one door at the end. To his left was a glass wall. He tried to see what was inside, but he couldn't see anything.

'Is... this glass like what I see in movies? Glass that can only be seen in one direction? They can see me, but I can't. If so, this is both cool and creepy,' Denver thought as he continued to walk slowly. He was stopped in his tracks by a door at the end of the hallway.

Denver tried knocking on the door, but there was no answer. That is, until he saw a glass board with a five-finger scan-like pattern. Denver placed all five fingers of his right hand on the board. Instantly, the door opened.

Denver was surprised, but tried to look calm because he didn't want to be suspected. As he walked inside, Denver was shocked to see two naked men performing a hot, passionate scene with a beautiful woman on a bed. Denver looked away. As he tried to escape, the door that had opened automatically suddenly slammed shut.

“Oh, Thor,” called out a woman who was being fondled by two men.

“Hi,” Thor replied with a quick glance and then looked away.

His heart was pounding as he could clearly hear the woman's moans and sighs of pleasure. Denver tried to hold on even though his male instincts couldn't lie if he was tempted by it. Denver chose to close his eyes and sing silently. He tried to ignore the sounds of pleasure intruding on his ears.

“Ben? Thor!”

“Hem?” replied Thor, opening his eyes.

He was surprised to see the beautiful woman standing in front of him with a smile. Thor smiled back even though his heart was still beating fast because the beautiful woman only covered her front body with a black blanket. Meanwhile, her back body seemed to be deliberately on display.

'Damn! Her body is so hot,' Denver squealed in praise when he saw the beautiful woman walking like a supermodel.

The two men who had been making love with the beautiful woman left in their pajama robes. They stared at Thor intently and then simply left the room. Denver breathed a sigh of relief, as the heated scene that had his junior on edge was finally over.

“Why are you still standing there? Come here,” called the beautiful dark-haired woman who had waves on her bottom.

She was smoking a cigarette with two legs raised on the table. The woman was still unclothed and only covered her body with a black blanket. Denver's eyes widened when he saw a large window-sized photograph above the chair the beautiful woman was sitting on.

An old man looked fierce and powerful. The gray-haired man glances over while sandwiching a cigar between his fingers, which have many gold rings adorned with gemstones. Denver was sure of the man in the photo because of the initials B on his suit jacket on his chest.

“Black,” Thor said as he walked over.

“Yes?” the beautiful woman replied, leaving Denver stunned. In fact, he thought that the man in the painting was Black, the real boss. Who would have thought that this beautiful and sexy woman in front of him was Black, the boss of the thugs. “Do you know why I called you here, Ben?” asked Black as she stared at the handsome man in front of her.