My Realistic Adult Game
Chapter 93 - 49: Justice Will Not Be Late (Part 2)

Chapter 93: Chapter 49: Justice Will Not Be Late (Part 2)

"Oh my God!" The trainee looked at the door; she really wanted to go in and see.

"Really?" Stella was still questioning me.

"Really!"

The answer was simple, but the female cop knew what kind of danger I had been through.

"How could they possibly agree?"

"Because I want them to agree."

It was an irresistible tone, not because they were willing, but because I wanted them to be willing.

Stella trembled. She understood what my words meant.

Miami’s Butcher!

I proved my title once again, without anyone able to question it.

"Why are you here. Do you worry about me?"

Stella angrily looked at me, "Because I’m a cop!"

I looked at the prompt above the female cop’s head.

[Damn, why am I worried about him getting hurt?]

Haha, Stella has fallen in love with me.

"You’re a good cop. Thank you!" I walked towards the Corvette. Unlocking the door, I pulled open the car door.

"Stella, are we going in to take a look?"

Stella seemed a bit hesitant.

I sat in the driver’s seat, "Don’t do that."

"WHY?" The trainee curiously looked at me.

"You wouldn’t want to see the scenes of hell."

"WHAT?"

I smiled at the trainee, "Because bad guys go to hell. If God isn’t willing, then I’m happy to offer some help."

It’s God’s job to punish the bad, my job is to send them to see God!"

I stepped on the gas and started the car.

Watching me leave, Stella cursed. "Fack. He killed those guys!"

"What should we do?" The trainee awkwardly looked at her instructor.

"I don’t know anything! These South Koreans can’t be punished just by the law; they are alive, and many girls would be tormented and hurt, many families would break. This is the best result!" Stella stared in my direction.

"I don’t know anything either. But we’re cops."

Yes, we are cops.

A painful look appeared on Stella’s face; human nature is like this, a cop’s job is to stop crime.

But if she stops me, many more people would be hurt.

This is human nature!

"We are cops, but we are also the unsung guardians of the city, we stand on the side of justice!"

The trainee smiled, patting Stella’s shoulder, "He is indeed handsome, a true hero. A hero walking in the dark! Are you guys an item?"

"Fack, what are you talking about?"

Back at the seaside, three girls were waiting as well.

"When will Kenny be back? I’m really worried." Jesse kept pinching her fingers, looking towards the road every few seconds.

"Nothing will happen. Trust me. Don’t worry!" Anna comforted her friend.

"Kenny!" Jesse stood up and ran to me.

The girl hugged me tightly. "I was so worried, scared I wouldn’t see you again."

"I’m not leaving. I promise!"

I caressed Jesse’s hair; she sprayed perfume today, Chanel No. 5, should be from Anna.

"Alright, let go of me."

I let go of Jesse and walked to the table to sit down. "Lee, don’t worry, they won’t show up again."

"Really?" Lee excitedly looked at me, grabbing my arms with both hands.

"Really. They’ll never show up! I swear!"

"GOD! I know you’re the best." Anna leaned over excitedly, kissing my cheek.

[Damn it, don’t touch my brother!] Jesse looked at her friend with annoyance.

"Anna, you’ve left a lipstick mark on my brother’s face." Jesse unhappily took out a tissue to wipe it off, as if erasing Anna’s claims.

"Lee, don’t worry, let’s go shopping." Anna stood up, urging the friends beside her.

I took twenty thousand US Dollars from the shirt and handed it to Jesse, "Don’t use more than ten thousand, don’t spend too much, leave the rest to Helen."

"I will." Jesse indicated she would remember my words.

I tossed the car keys on the table, "Take it, it’s yours. I’ll be home over the weekend."

"Okay!" Jesse also kissed my cheek.

[Damn it. You’re his sister. You can’t do that!]

Anna complained as well, "You’ve also left a lipstick mark on his face."

"He’s my brother!"

Jesse looked at Anna with pride.

"Alright, ladies, let’s go shopping."

I stood up and walked towards the street.

Stretching my arms, I took the money and went home.

The new apartment hasn’t been found, had to return here.

Opening the door, I heard sounds coming from the living room.

"Hi, do you mind if I use your kitchen?"

Kelly was naked, wearing an apron, and cooking.

A pert butt facing me, long legs, I could see her plump labia.

Slender shoulders, the muscle-fat ratio on the back was perfect.

A wide pelvis, making her waistline clear like an hourglass!

"Do you have a key?"

"After you left that day, I went out and forgot to take my phone, so I hired a repairman to open the door and made a key. If you don’t like it, I’ll leave the key."

"Alright." I counted the cash in my shirt.

A total of one hundred fifty thousand.

Leaving twenty thousand US Dollars on the coffee table, I put the rest of the money into the wardrobe.

"This is your salary."

Kelly looked back at the coffee table, "Thank you, boss. I didn’t do anything!"

"No, you did very well."

I didn’t tell them about the Colombians’ affair.

Removing my suit, I walked into the bathroom to enjoy a shower.

The weather in Miami is very hot, and my body was drenched in sweat.

A shower can cool the body completely.

Wrapped in a towel, I walked out of the bedroom and came up behind Kelly.

The Venezuelan girl sensed my presence.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling her tremble slightly.

"You are very sexy right now."

"Do you like it?" Kelly turned and kissed my lips.

"I like it!" Kelly’s bronze skin was very alluring, well-maintained, with lotion applied daily, smooth and tender, bringing a cool sensation.

My hands grasped her breasts.

Kelly could feel the heat radiating from my palms.

"What are you doing?" I kissed Kelly’s neck.

"It tickles! I’m making Arepas. With chicken, beef, and black-eyed peas!"

"Is it a corn pancake?"

"Something like a corn cake!"

"I like it!" I squeezed Kelly’s breasts hard, pressing her large breasts. The fat slipped between my fingers.

Thumb and index finger pinched the nipples.

"Ahh!" Kelly bit her lips and moaned. "I’m cooking."

"I want you now!"

After going through the slaughter, I needed to relieve the pressure.

I tightened my arms around Kelly, the beard on my chin rubbed against her shoulder.

The slight prickling stimulated her nerves.

Kissing her neck.

"Ahhh!" Kelly couldn’t help but moan loudly.

My fingers penetrated Kelly’s vagina, which was already slick.

Fingers gripped the folds of her vaginal wall, bringing her stronger friction.

Pleasure surged like a tide, stimulating her brain’s dopamine secretion.

"OH, Fack." Kelly squeezed her legs, hoping my fingers could rub more fiercely.

I have two strange abilities, a Flirting Master.

Makes my caress easier to excite women.

Under my touch, Kelly secreted a lot of love fluids, her vagina was moist, her labia covered with love fluid, looking shiny.

"I want to lick your cock."

Kelly shouted.

"Really?"

"Really."

The brunette girl knelt in front of me wearing an apron, holding my cock with her left hand, sticking out her tongue, licking my dick like licking a milkshake.

She was cautious and gentle, her tongue was tender, the wet tongue licked everywhere.

Pressed my cock against my abdomen. Kelly sat on the floor, kissing my balls.

"GOD!" I held Kelly’s head, inserting my cock into her mouth.

The moist mouth tightly enveloped me.

The wet, smooth, delicate mouth brought me a very comfortable feeling.

I twisted my waist forcefully, inserting the cock fully, deep into her throat.

"Ah!"

Kelly spat out my cock, licking the saliva on the cock.

"One more time!"

Kelly obediently hugged my butt, swallowing the cock.

Looking up at my cheeks, with eyes as if asking, Do you like it?

Knock, knock, knock!

The living room door sounded with a knock.

Kelly stood up, wiped the saliva off her lips.

I wrapped the towel around me and walked to the door.

"Who?"

"It’s me, Ella! Kenny, are you home?"

I opened the door.

Kelly hid by the fridge.

Ella, a blonde, looked at me cheerfully and hugged a paper bag filled with ingredients.

"I want to cook for you."

WHAT? You also want to cook?

I awkwardly stepped aside. Ella entered and placed the paper bag on the coffee table, took off the oversized T-shirt.

She wore black stockings exposing her labia underneath.

Turned out she only wore stockings inside, I originally thought she had on sports shorts.

Naked, Ella looked towards the kitchen, "Where’s your apron?"

Ella saw Kelly.

Kelly was wearing the apron she wanted.

Their eyes met.

"Is it you?"

"Why are you here?"