(It's all happening so suddenly in my life. I don't know how I'm going to deal with this situation of becoming the owner of the world. I already have West Lincoln, and it was hard to get. How can I take the rest of my life? Entire city without spilling blood? What will be the plan? Will any of my subordinates come up with a solution? Will the only solution be to continue to depend on Make a Wish? To become the owner, I cannot continue to depend on everything and everyone. The owner of the world must be the great dictator of the rules of the world, and manage to maintain a sustainable balance between war and peace. This is the idealistic vision that I have as the future owner of the world. I have to do things for myself and then for others.)Andrew looked forward to his future position as master of the world as if the planet were his home. And when you own a house, if the house really is yours, you are responsible for leaving it organized or untidy. It is you as the owner who makes the
"Andrew, I want you to meet my best friend. His name is Alonso. As you are my boyfriend, I have to introduce you to someone very important in my life.""It would be nice to meet you. When will that be?""Can we go now?""Now? I have to go to work in no time, can't we see another day to do this?""Pleeease!" Alice pouted as she asked Andrew to meet his best friend.(I'm sure Viviani will deduct my salary, but what can I do? Alice is so beautiful, I can't resist. And in two weeks it's our wedding so we better get this over with)Andrew was at Alice's house, and after getting into his white jeep, Andrew arrived at a mansion 15 minutes away from Alice's house.Andrew got out of the car after Alice, and security let her through, but they immediately stopped Andrew."Hey stop there. Who are you?""I came with her. Don't you see?""Shut up you dirty bastard, you can't come in here," the mansion's security guard pushed Andrew as if he was the owner of the house, and was ready to coerce him if
Andrew took some time to answer and when he got ready to say something."Forget that chit-chat. Let's talk about something serious, let's talk about you guys. How did you meet Alice?""I met her at work. One day, she asked me out and boom! We're about to get married.""And are you happy about it?""A lot, I always tell her that never before in my life did I dream of finding someone like her. Alice is everything to me."Andrew's eyes sparkled when he talked about Alice and Alonso laughed.*He's really in love. That's great, it'll be even better to see his heart destroyed. The plan is already set up.*"Fine. Prove to me that you really like Alice. I need proof.""What do you want me to do to prove it? Is there any greater proof than that I'm ready to marry her?"Andrew looked grave as he asked that question. He didn't know what Alonso wanted, but it couldn't be good.Alice looked at Alonso without knowing what was on his mind."I'm her best friend and I want proof that you really want t
"Do you want me to kill someone?""Don't make me repeat the same thing twice. We need you to meet someone so that you can receive the mission in full. In 30 mins a car will stop at your door. Be ready to go on your journey.""Do I need to bring anything? How many days will I be away?""We already took care of all that. Try to fulfil the mission so we don't have to discard you. We didn't call for you. Can you remember?""Yes, yes. Sorry, I'm just a little scared sometimes.""If you want to accompany the owner of the world, you'll have to be prepared for anything. Even if you're afraid, you need to be convinced that it's all for the greater good."At that moment Yelena prepared to leave the house. She dressed in the best assassin outfit she had, a completely black kit. Stretchy pants that hugged her body, a coat with a collar that, when closed, reached under the nose and covered her mouth. Her long, honey-colored hair was styled into a pretty ponytail, and after putting on black gloves
Yelena entered and observes the interior illuminated by black lights. It served completely to hide people inside the cabaret. It was customary for well-known politicians, famous sportsmen, movie stars, or even pop stars to visit the place, and to maintain discretion the place was kept as dark as possible. Even if a camera were used, it would be difficult to record what was happening inside the cabaret because the local luminosity was only adaptable to human eyes."Poc! Poc! Poc!" Yelena and her boots came in advance to the front desk. The air was frigid and there was a lot of artificial smoke."Hi, you must be Yelena that's right?" the front desk man was talking to Yelena, glad to see her."Yes," Yelena was still a little restrained, because she was the first time entered an establishment for adults, even though she had been an adult for over 6 years."Follow me. I'll take you to the dressing room, you'll be able to wear whatever you find most sensual, and you can keep your personal t
Yelena took that man's hand. He had a huge red beard and one eye was shielded with a visor. After the man got up he remained silent and let Yelena lead him to the room where good things would happen. After giving that man a kiss on the cheek, Yelena looked for the rooms that had been indicated to her. She quickly found it and all the men sitting in the dark were staring at Yelena's curves closely. One of them even groped Yelena for warmth. If Yelena hadn't pulled away, he would have gotten further."What did you just do with my wife? What did he just do to you?"Yelena didn't notice, but that man noticed when the other guy groped her in the dark. He was glaring at Yelena, and at the man who had touched him."Son of a B*tch!" the man drew a gun from his waistband and pointed it at the one sitting in the dark."CLAKC! CLAKC! CLAKC!" In fractions of seconds, everyone there took out their weapons, except the man who had groped Yelena.Guns pointed at each other in the dark."Whoever is po
"I swear, I'm serious. I'm not a spy!"Yelena screamed desperately because she didn't know what she could do but deny what she was asked.Queenton looked at Yelena's naked body, and tried to look for a recorder or microphone."Ha, you're clean. Great! Don't worry, I had to confirm to feel safe. In this life, these are the steps we must follow."Queenton, as if he hadn't done anything, lay back down on Yelena's bare thighs."Where was I? Ha! I was going to talk about me, wasn't I?"Yelena tried to calm down and responded."Yes, you were going to tell me a little about yourself.""Are you shaking?""A little...""Why?""You s-scared me..."But I told you, you're clean. So, don't worry anymore.""But you haven't dropped your gun yet..."Queenton noticed that what Yelena said was true, he was still firmly holding his gun."Aish! Sorry! See why I say we can hardly breathe? I'm always on this. It's always the same thing."Queenton dropped the gun in his hand onto the table next to him."Sor
*I'm sure it's been 1 min. But he still didn't drop dead. Do I have to use another sticker on him?*"Uh, ah! Haaa! Mmm! I'm like it."Yelena remained silent, while that man enjoyed her warmth. If she really was right and the 60 seconds had passed, she would have to wait a little longer to place the next sticker. Because it would be impossible with that man in motion, covering Yelena's mouth so that there was no breathing."Wait... I think my blood isn't circulating well. I'm running out of oxygen. Ha!" the man fell on top of Yelena and as if he had been shot, his breathing stopped suddenly, as did his heartbeat."Plap!" The bodies collided and Yelena got up quickly. But it was gently that she took him out of her."Poor thing. He has no time to cum. So tragic, if Queenton had the same opportunity, at least he would have died in the midst of pleasure," Yelena said in that room occupied by her and that new corpse.*How stupid of me to make fun of someone dead. I'm really losing sensitivi