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"Dammit... that crazy woman... who the hell does she think she is..."
Late at night, inside a secluded luxury apartment in the city center.
Having just returned from Nel's place, Nnoitra stretched his six-foot-six frame lazily across an imported Italian leather sofa, leaning his head back and glaring intently at the ceiling with his single eye.
Even though his position in the syndicate had been stripped away and most of his assets frozen, as the former second-in-command who once wielded absolute power, this hidden high-end hideout and the emergency cash reserves he had stashed away were still more than enough to afford him a comfortable life.
Logically speaking, he had come out on top during tonight's clash. He had spoken so casually and maliciously in front of Nel, even delivering a massive shock to that high-and-mighty woman with the leaked "syndicate betrayal intel."
Yet now, there was no rich aroma of fried chicken in the air, nor the fizzy pop of opening beer cans—only the cold, oppressive silence of this high-rise apartment.
And yet, her scent hung frantically in his nostrils and mind.
Whether it was the lavender-scented cushion she had dumped over his face, the warm water vapor wafting out after her shower, or that soft, sweet aroma of her body wash...
Nnoitra spat out a bitter curse, trying to use disgust to crush the strange, restless heat smoldering in his chest.
—Wearing a loose, pilled old T-shirt, making loud, old-man gulping noises while drinking beer, scratching her ass right in front of him without a shred of modesty... What high-society heiress? What elite police officer? She's nothing but a tacky, unrefined tomboy! Any man who saw her would find her completely devoid of feminine charm!
Right then, a sudden vibration shattered his train of thought. Extremely annoyed, Nnoitra yanked out his phone and shoved the answer button.
"—Boss."
Tesra's voice came through the receiver, filled with utmost deference: "You've arrived safely at your residence, correct? Please let me know if you need anything at all."
"Yeah," Nnoitra grunted casually. "Anything else?"
"Also... I've arranged the finest newcomer from the club for you. She's completely clean, submissive, and has top-tier looks and figure. I'll have her head upstairs right now—"
"—Get lost!"
Before Tesra could even finish, Nnoitra spat out the harsh command from deep in his throat and slammed the call ended without a second thought, tossing the phone aside.
He ran a hand through his messy black hair, his chest heaving violently with irritation.
There was a young, beautiful woman who knew how to cater to a man's desires available right at his fingertips, yet the mere thought of listening to another word made him intensely restless.
Those scenes from Nel's apartment kept replaying in his head like a poisoned slideshow, expanding uncontrollably out of his command—
Those bright, fearless eyes of hers when she confronted him.
Her long, slender, yet firm legs glowing white under the light while she wore those loose shorts.
And... when she burst into tears over that old dog, her face completely stripped of its tough facade, looking impossibly soft and vulnerable.
Even earlier, at the very beginning, when she lunged forward to keep Shawlong outside from noticing him, slamming him hard against the wall.
Her warm, soft palm pressed firmly over his mouth.
Their breath tangling together in dangerously close proximity.
The sweet, peach-like scent radiating from her body mixed with the hint of alcohol, and those maddening, full curves pressing faintly against his chest under the force...
His breath caught sharply in his throat. His heart felt as though it were being seized tightly by an invisible, ruthless hand, throbbing with violent intensity.
A fierce, scorching surge of raw lust and urge exploded from the base of his spine, rushing straight down to his lower abdomen!
"...Fuck..."
He reflexively lowered his head, staring down at his crotch.
There, protruding beneath the fabric, was an exaggerated, swollen ridge that had hardened into existence without him even realizing it.
That dick—having been locked away in the detention center for three whole years, forced to rely on self-solace, starved of a woman's touch for far too long—was now embarrassing and impossibly erect, straining tightly against the fabric of his pants, all because of the damn female cop who was supposed to be his enemy.
"Dammit... Why... why the fuck am I getting hard for that woman...!?"
Staring at his body's brutally honest and humiliating reaction, Nnoitra gritted his teeth, desperately scrambling for excuses:
"...Tch! Don't make me laugh... I was just locked up in detention for three fucking years... I haven't touched a woman in too long! Right... that's all it is! I'm just starved for a woman's body. I'd react to literally any woman walking in front of me... It has nothing to do with that fucking cop...!"
The more he tried to rationalize it and deny his arousal for Nel, the clearer her sly, sweet smile became in his mind's eye.
It was as if she were standing right over him, looking down at his pathetic, desperate state, teasing him in that light, sharp voice:
Oh my, Noi-kun... didn't you say I don't have a single drop of femininity? Then why are you so hard right now?
"—Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!!"
That hallucinated tease became the final straw that pulverized his remaining sanity.
Nnoitra let out a rough, desperate roar of self-abandonment, yanked open his waistband, and violently freed his swollen, aching cock—already oozing an embarrassing trace of slick from the tip. Wrapping his large, violence-laden hand around his dick, he gripped it with ruthless force!
"Hah... ah...!"
The scorching heat and throbbing pulse against his palm sent a wave of pleasure so intense it turned the corners of his eye faintly red.
He began to stroke himself with frantic, aggressive thrusts. His rough palm and fingers rubbed hard against his thick cock, his heavy hand movements dripping with raw, violent dominance.
"Nelliel.....Nelliel...!"
Inside the spacious, chilly luxury apartment, only the man's heavy, beast-like panting and the slick, wet friction of his fast-moving hand remained.
As he stroked his dick brutally, his mind frantically constructed pictures of utterly subduing that woman—in position, in power, and in sheer physical force—
Picturing tearing that police uniform that represented her righteous authority into shreds, hoisting those fair, gorgeous legs onto his shoulders, and ramming his hard dick deep into her innermost depths—reclaiming all the humiliation from three years ago, along with every bit of tonight's teasing, all at once on her body!
"Hah... god dammit... Just you wait... Nelliel...!"
As he hit the peak, Nnoitra threw his long, slender neck back. His single eye burned a crimson red with wild obsession and adrenaline as a raspy, unhinged growl tore from his throat. He spilled his thick, heavy release—dripping with raw lust and competitive fury—all over his palm and defined abs—
"...I'll... conquer you completely one day...!!"
「妈的……这疯女人……狂妄个什么劲……」
深夜，市中心高级大厦的隐密公寓内。
刚从妮露家回来的诺伊特拉，正大剌剌地伸长了两公尺的瘦长躯体，将头仰靠在义大利进口皮沙发背上，独眼死死盯着天花板。
虽然组织的地位被夺走、大部分资产被冻结，但作为曾经独揽大权的贩毒组织二把手，他暗中藏匿的这处高级避难所与几笔应急积蓄，依然足以让他过着舒适的生活。
明明刚才在妮露面前说得那么潇洒、那么恶劣，甚至还用「背叛组织的情报」狠狠震撼了那个高高在上的女人一把。按理说，今晚这场交锋是他占了上风。
可现在，空气里没有炸鸡的油香，也没有啤酒的气泡声，只剩下这间冷清大楼里的安静。
他的鼻腔与脑海里，却疯狂残留着属于那个女人的香气。
无论是盖在自己脸上的薰衣草香味抱枕，或是她洗完澡后飘散出来的温热水汽、还有那股柔软又甜美的沐浴气息……
诺伊特拉暴躁地啐了一口，试图用嫌恶来压抑胸口那股莫名躁动的热气。
——穿着宽松起毛球的旧T恤、喝啤酒发出老头的声音，毫无形象的在自己面前抓屁股…什么名门大小姐、菁英警花，根本就是个邋遢的男人婆！任何男的看了都嫌没女人味！
此时，突如其来的震动声打断了他的思绪。诺伊特拉极度不爽地掏出手机，按下了接听：
『――大哥。』电话那头传来戴斯乐恭敬无比的声音：『您已经安全抵达住处了吧？有任何需要随时吩咐。』
「啊啊。」诺伊特拉漫不经心的应道「没事了吧？」
『另外……我为您安排了具乐部最优质的新人，绝对干净、听话，身材和长相都是顶级的，现在就让她上楼……』
「――滚！」
诺伊特拉甚至不等对方说完，粗暴地从喉咙深处吐出一个字，便毫不留情地挂断了电话，将手机扔到一旁。
他心烦意乱地抓了抓漆黑的乱发，胸口剧烈起伏。
明明近在咫尺就有个年轻貌美、懂得温柔讨好男人的女人，可他竟然连多听一句都觉得烦躁。
刚才在妮露家里的那些画面，就像是下了毒的幻灯片一样，不受控制地在他脑海里疯狂放大——
她那双面对自己时依然毫无畏惧的晶亮眼眸。
她穿着松垮短裤时，在灯下白得晃眼、修长又结实的双腿。
还有……当她因为提到旧狗而眼眶泛红、大哭起来时，那张卸下所有强硬伪装、软得一塌糊涂的脸。
甚至，是在最开始，她为了不让外面的萧隆发现自己，猛地扑过来、将他死死按在墙上的那个瞬间。
那只按在他唇上柔软温热的手掌。两人近在咫尺的呼吸。她身上那股带着酒意与蜜桃般的甜香，还有那对因为压迫而隐约蹭到他胸膛的、令人发疯的丰满起伏……
「……！！」
诺伊特拉的呼吸突然猛地一滞，心脏像是被一只无形的大手狠狠捏住，发出一阵剧烈的悸动。
一股极其强烈、带着暴虐与渴求的热流，瞬间从脊椎骨一路炸开，直冲下腹！
「……操……」
他下意识地低下头，看向自己的下身。
只见在裤裆处不知何时已经被硬生生顶起了一个极其夸张、高高隆起的轮廓。
那根在看守所里待了整整三年、三年内只能靠自渎解决、太久没有接受女人抚慰的肉棒，此时此刻，竟因为脑海里那个理应是自己仇人的可恶女警，可耻且不可思议地勃起着，两腿间的布料都被撑得紧绷。
「……！ 为什么……为什么会对那个女人……！？」
看着自己身体这无比诚实且屈辱的反应，诺伊特拉咬牙切齿地开始为自己的生理反应找寻借口：
「……切！少开玩笑了……老子只是在看守所被关了三年……太久没碰女人罢了！对……一定是这样！老子只是太久没尝到女人的滋味，随便换个女人在面前晃，都会有反应……绝对不是因为那个该死的条子……！」
他越是这样对自己开脱，试图否认对妮露的动摇，脑海里妮露那张笑得狡黠甜美的脸就越是清晰。
彷佛正居高临下地看着他此刻狼狈发情的可怜样，用那轻快又带刺的声音调侃他：
『哎呀，诺伊君……你不是说我一点女人味都没有吗？那现在硬成这样……又是怎么回事呢？🤭』
「——操！操！操！！！」
这幻听般的幻想成了摧毁理性的最后一根稻草。
诺伊特拉发出一声近乎自暴自弃的粗鲁低吼，一把拽开了自己的裤头。粗暴地将那根早已肿胀得发疼、甚至先端已经渗出可耻透明液体的怒张肉棒解放了出来。他用那只沾满了戾气的大手，狠狠将其死死握住！
「嘶……哈啊……！」
掌心传来的滚烫温度与脉动，让他舒服得眼角微微发红。
他开始急促地上下套弄起来。粗糙的掌心和手指摩擦着膨胀的柱身，粗暴的手势带着一种狂暴的侵略性。
「妮莉艾露………妮莉艾露……！……！」
宽敞冰冷的高级公寓里，只剩下男人粗重如野兽般的喘息声，以及手掌快速撸动肉棒所发出的黏稠的摩擦声。
他一边粗鲁地手淫，一边在脑海里疯狂构想着在立场上、在力量上彻底征服那个女人的画面——想像着把她那件代表正义的警察制服扯得稀碎，把她那双白皙的美腿架在自己肩上，用这根肉棒狠狠撞进她最深处，把三年前那一败涂地的耻辱，连同今晚被她玩弄的份，一次全都在她身上讨回来！
「哈啊……！可恶……！等着瞧吧……妮莉艾露……！」
在达到顶峰的瞬间，诺伊特拉仰起细长昂扬的脖子，独眼因为极度的兴奋与执念而变得一片猩红，发出一声沙哑而狂乱的低吼，将积攒着胜负欲与欲望的浓稠白浊，全数喷溅在了自己的掌心及腹肌上——
「……老子总有一天……会彻底赢过妳的……！！」