Well, after fucking my entire aura in front of her mother, this bitch was looking way too shabby, and her mother was also giggling while looking at me, and I was sure that she must have been thinking embarrassing things about my poor ass, but this is how "a man matures, less with time but more with the scars."
So I also began to laugh and tried to hide my pain of embarrassment and asked her in a somewhat cheerful tone, "Ma'am, I guess this bit-- i mean this girl clearly really screwed my plan then, hehehe!
But, Mam, can you please at least tell me your name? Your name would be a big help for me, and if you feel generosity over such a poor and handsome guy, you can even give me your number also; I wouldn't mind such generosity."
Hearing such words, her face started to redden, and that nona began to curse me right in front of my face. While hearing her words, her mother began to giggle, and her face was still pretty red and pinkish, and she spoke in a breaking voice, "Ok, kid, so my name is 'Imu,' and as for the number *********. Do you need anything else—Oh, I mean, like, any help or anything that I can help you with?"
Hearing her words made my heart beat at insane speed, and seeing her daughter's reactions was making me even happier, and I quickly jotted down her number and said, "Maam, thanks for the number; you really are awesome, and seeing your skills in witchcraft, I wish to invite you to my place—"
Hearing my words, her face turned crimson, and this bitch Nona started cursing me, but thinking how much I messed up the words, I tried to cover myself with words: "Ma'am, I mean, partner in work, as I lack techniques, and you can easily fill that gap for me, so I feel that if you can join me at the office, then it could be a big help, and you can even bring your daughter with you also."
Well, hearing now, they both were looking a bit calm and were hearing my words somewhat calmly, so I continued speaking in the same cheerful tone: "And I know, Ma'am, if you joined alone, then surely you would be worried about her, and that bitch—I mean, kid—will also be worried about you. So you both can come to my office, as I always keep hunting the spirits. So we all can go together on hunts, and the money also won't be that bad. So kindly consider my offer."
As I said this, I began to leave, but she stopped me and spoke in a somewhat warm and nice tone, "Ok kid, I got your offer part, but where do you think you are leaving? You just literally saved me and my daughter from those creeps; how can I just let you leave without even a proper meal? So give me a few moments, and I will prepare something nice and tasty, and then we can have dinner, and then..."
Hearing her words felt like a direct invitation from heaven, so how could I even think of resisting such a beauty's invitation? And that bitch, Nona, was getting hit by countless needles at this moment and was staring as if I could just accept it at any moment, but you see, I might not look like a gentleman, but I was!
So I did what a gentleman should do: I quickly accepted her offer, but I told her that I first have to keep my spirits back, as these could mess up our entire life if anything went wrong. Hearing my answer and sensing the bloodlust and killing intent from the suitcase made all their doubts fly out of the window.
And I came out of her house and felt that the world was looking different today, as a psycho like me was surely a virgin maniac who didn't have any girl to bang in his entire life. While many ghosts tried to mate with me, instead of mating, those assholes were just sucking my soul rather than dick.
So I didn't mate with most of them, but heh-heh, I had my ways with some gorgeous beauties, who were more like living calamities. And for it was a more heavenly experience than any asshole could ever have, because of my ability that let me touch and feel the ghosts, so heh-heh!
If I could hold her, then surely I could fuck her. But seriously, this was pretty deep shit, because this was an excuse to get me out of her house, because I couldn't but feel worried and insecure about such nice scenes, like all the previous messes of my life were not worth even remembering.
All my loved ones were either killed or left with nothing but despair, and due to it, I couldn't even think straight. So after thinking about it for some time, I started to light my cigar and began to take a puff from it.
While I was busy taking that puff to my soul, I heard a strange voice near the alley. So, feeling it was weird, I quickly rushed towards that direction and saw a strange scene.
A few spirits were sitting in front of a creepy magic circle and were worshipping a strange statue. I was pretty shocked, because this was truly unheard of, like how could even spirits worship a physical object?
This question was the only thing that was roaming in my mind now, while soon a thought crossed my mind. "What if this bastard is some kind of priest or something like that? And even his aura is way too dense, and he has a more stable form than other creeps, so he surely isn't small. Maybe I should hit him first before thinking about anything!"
Thinking about it, I quickly started preparing my ghosts and my bat, but the moment I took them out, they began to bow to him; no matter how much I was forcing them or torturing them, instead of listening to me, they again went inside again.
Now this was clearly a sign that I screwed up, as this priest-type guy was not good news, but just like always, I had an itch in my ass that was making me start to feel more excited even when I knew that I couldn't win against him, so just like every time, instead of thinking rationally.
I began to rush towards him, but just the moment I came near the circle, all the low minions disappeared, and I started to feel the suction towards that priest, and now I had a clue that my ass was about to be grilled, so I quickly used my bat to change the direction and started using spirits as a decoy for this fucked-up jerk.
Seeing my such fragile resistance, the priest began to laugh, and the pressure around him began to increase, and I saw that those spirits, which I used as scapegoats, were devoured by that strange circle in less than a few minutes, and now this priest was looking happier to see me than when he was seeing his strange statue.
So feeling like I might be fucked today, I began to take out holy water and began to drip it on the bat. Well, my bat started to drip from my bat, but since childhood, I didn't like using holy water, but survival was more important right now, so I forced the remaining spirits to act as decoys and make way for me.