"I want to play," Zane's voice ca out anxiously with excitent. Not waiting for Cyra's response, he dragged her forward to a slot machine.
A female NPC introduced the ga."This is an ancient ga our forefathers called..."
It explained how to play, and Zane quickly bought chips and slotted them in the machine. He pressed the start button, and it chid.
"Bing! Bing! Bing!"
Zane quickly pressed the stop button, and the letters stopped on 777. The jackpot was announced with a winner sound.
Zane happily grabbed the coins he had won, adding them to his inventory, his face nearly splitting from his smile. He loaded in another chip and won again, alerting onlookers to gather and watch. Cyra stayed beside him, watching him have his fun, a smile in her eyes.
After winning for the fifth ti under everyone's disbelieving gaze, so thought the machine was broken, and they couldn't help but want to try.
Zane stood up, feeling bored of the ga, and dragged Cyra to the table ga. As soon as he left, soone from the crowd quickly sat in Zane's place and put his chip into the slot machine.
Cyra looked at the familiar card ga and taught Zane the rules in a whispering tone. Zane nodded, fascinated by the card moves, he stood there, enjoying watching the ga.
After they went to another table, sotis he would try his hand at it and fail, but he was happy throughout the night.
They made promises to visit everywhere in the entertainnt section before they were ejected from the ga due to reaching their ti limit.
The pod opened, and Cyra and Zane woke up. Zane, still feeling hyper from excitent, took so ti to calm his emotions.
"Don't forget your promise..." Zanes said anticipating them exploring the whole entertainnt section.
"Okay....I promise. when you want to, tell ." Cyra answered, and they both walked out of the ga room.
"Bang, bang!"
Zane's expression changed. He exchanged three moves with Kyle, who hiding in the shadows. Kyles's wrist was bruised, putting him at a disadvantage and causing him to miss.
"You can continue playing your gas with her, but when I am having a personal ti with her... Don't try that again, or I will be unforgiving in my next attack." Zane said coldly, looking at Kyle's dark face.
Kyle's heart sank. He couldn't even withstand three moves from her husband. Kyle wanted to kill her.
Kyle had never felt so frustrated and weak in his life, but at this mont, he felt his future was bleak, surrounded by freaks of nature. He looked at Cyra's pampering gaze on Zane, and his mood worsened.
He turned and walked helplessly, but stopped when he heard her voice.
"Don't worry. I'll give you plenty of alone ti to attack to your heart's desire." Her tone was soft as if consoling a child.
Kyle's mood lightened a bit, but his face was still dark as he walked back.
Watching him go, Zane looked at Kyle's back thoughtfully, then looked at Cyra with a strange emotion in his eyes.
Cyra raised her brows in question, but Zane shook his head. "I feel you're becoming more accepting of his presence."
Cyra frowned in thought. Was she? Or does she just enjoy their gas?
"Hmm... are you jealous?" She held his chin and asked in a mischievous tone. Zane turned his gaze away.
"Hmph! Just know that I'm your first husband,'' He pouted, looking dissatisfied. He couldn't help it, but he knew he couldn't satisfy her fully with his body. Still, he wanted to be number one in her heart.
"Love, look at ..." She said in a commanding tone, making Zane et her eyes.
"We are bonded by soul, and you'll be my first husband for eternity, and nothing can change that. So get that into your skull- you can't leave even if you turn into a ghost." Her tone ca out low, filled with crazy possessiveness, making him shiver.
"Mm...it seems you don't feel how much I love you. So I'm going to show you tonight." After those words, she carried him in her arms and flashed into the bedroom.
That night was restless for so people; Zane was so loved that his legs trembled, and his throat hoarse from screaming. He knew he would never again doubt her love for him.
anwhile, Kyle went to the gym and let out his pent-up emotions on the punching bag. He was soaked in sweat, and his hands ached, but he kept on punching as if he felt no pain at all.
He stopped and dropped to the ground, feeling spent. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the story behind her power and the strange vicissitudes of life he felt in her presence. Like he was talking to an ancient being.
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