Emotion Taster
Arc 1 Organic Waste: Chapter 19 - Munyu Munyu Munyu
The journey continues. By running I could reach that place much faster. The ability to detect these emotional waves was also quite helpful, I could tell where the people were before I could collide with them.
Huh .. hah ....
My own body is not trained enough stamina. All this time I had only gotten the fighting ability from the sudden adrenaline that came from the emotions of one's anger. Without it all, the strength in my body is not as driven as it usually is.
Kaivan, in the fork take the road to the right, then after two intersections you turn to the left, and run to the end then turn back to the right.
Heh, that explanation is better if it is said slowly. But, it doesn't matter, I myself know where I am going.
Peter flying in front of me guiding the direction. The bird did not fly along with my flight, but rather went from one place to another. The system was like a checkpoint, after staying on the power pole, he moved to one of the roofs of the house, according to the route he showed.
*Whoush ....
Emotional waves.
“...”
My distance was close, now I was in a narrow alley flanked by walls and old commercial buildings. From this I could feel the emotions of someone unusual, dark and full of emptiness.
I started to turn and reached the area under the toll. Peter who was initially in the lead stopped flying and let me catch up with him.
Uh.
There I saw Amalia, she was standing in front of the sitting Imarine. With a defiant gaze, the originally mute girl resolutely hoisted the flag wanting to protect Imarine.
“Who are you?” ask Azarin
“It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I come here let you stop torturing this girl. Anyway, I'm now wearing the same school uniform, it's cruel that you don't remember me.”
“Ck, why there are still people here who bother,” muttered Azarin in a small voice. “Listen, well .. I don't have anything wrong, that's wrong that girl. If you do not want injuries, mending you go now,” he continued in a louder voice.
“Both I refuse. I have no obligation to choose, and neither can your situation pressure me to choose,” replied Amalia.
The way Amalia spoke changed drastically. The way he expresses himself, the way he chooses words, and the way he responds to circumstances. It's so quiet but also cold.
Huh .. hah ....
I'm on the other side. There was still a distance of about ten meters between me and the girls. Although there is a considerable distance, but I can feel the negative emotions are so concentrated. The feelings of hatred, anger, resentment, sadness, and depression.all mixed together and made his excruciatingly disgusting sensations.
They all make faces that tend to be calm, but opposite to the wave of emotions. This all makes me even more creepy because for me it is close to psychopathic nature.
Huh .. hah ....
They haven't seen me yet, probably because my existence is still thin. My position that is still docked with one of the walls is also the cause.
*Whoush ....
Movement of emotional waves.
“HuaaAaaAkh ..!” yelled Azarin who was speeding up while raising his fist.
“Heh.” But, Amalia was still speechless standing in front of Imarine with her faint smile.
Dug, drug ....
My heart rate is beating pretty fast.
Hhnkg!?
These emotions .. are dangerous. Something coming out of Amalia is a very bad thing. If left unchecked, Azarin would not be taken off with just a punch. Amalia over there thought of something much worse, really bad that I felt her emotions were not strange to throw up right now.
I ran towards them, the distance between Amalia and Azarin was the same as mine, like an equilateral triangle. By relying on all the last energy, my body began to stretch itself. Slide towards them to destroy this atmosphere.
Bugs.
“...”
“...”
I came in time. They were surprised by the presence of a foreign body that suddenly restricted them from fighting. It was my body that was used as a protector blocking Azarin's boxing column.
Ghu-ghuak!?
The punch hit the stomach, my body facing towards Azarin and was forced to get an attack on the front. It was quite painful, his strength was not inferior to Imarine, like a thug who used to beat people to pieces.
“Ck, you again,” upset Azarin who began to realize with my arrival.
Bug, Buxc ... BUGKH ....!
Akh, ghakh, bghuak!?
When I managed to block his first blow with the stomach, Azarin instead continued his second punch in the same place. It made me curl up half-standing, lose the strength to stand up and start resting on my knees half-standing.
Not done with that, Azarin also lunged at my stomach again with her knees. When my body was about to lose strength and wanted to collapse, he instead pulled my body up and gave a crushing blow to my face.
Huh .. hah ....
Now I'm pushed forward because of the impact of the blow. It was caught in the grass in front of Amalia who was still standing there.
*Whoush ....
Hkgh!?
Emotional waves.
From the high effect, I knew that this belonged to Amalia. The girl came over and tried to give me a little help. I don't know what this girl was thinking, she raised my head which was then placed on her thigh. The girl looked at my face carefully, gradually starting to stroke my cheek.
“I will not forgive,” muttered Amalia in a position half-sitting on my head, her lust and tone so cynical as if cursing someone.
I tried to gain consciousness, gathering energy in the midst of this sea of emotions. The intense anger made me lose concentration.
Dug, drug ....
This feeling is back. I who did not rise was not tormented by Azarin's punch. But, I was holding something that almost exploded in my chest. Spicy taste, sore eyes, and increased blood turmoil. If it continues to be left, both Amalia and I will dissolve in emotions.
*cloth.
Hngh!? Amalia? Wait, are you serious?
I saw Amalia take out the cutter from her pocket. He was furiously grasping the object as hard as a weapon.
Whoi, woi, woi ....
The emotions around her were getting worse, Amalia's gaze filled with cynical grudges. Imagining things that might happen with the cutter she was holding just scared me. I don't want this incident to be tinged with a bloody incident. It will not bring Imarine to happiness, it only adds to his heart wound.
Shit, is there something ...? Something I can do. An action powerful enough to make Amalia forget her anger for a moment.
“Azarin .. I just wanted to teach you a lesson. Hit you and make you feel the same pain as Imarine" he said, squinting. "But .., now that I've changed my mind, it's still too good for you, your kayak should—”
*pyonk.
“...”
Breaking off the sentence that Amalia spoke, I who was in her lap secretly put my hand on her chest.
“... Heh?”
The girl was a little confused. But ....
Heh, this isn't enough, well.
*Mun ....
I continue to take action to a higher level.
Not finished by putting my hands on my chest, I even made a special move that was quite extreme. Pressed my finger inward, palpating with the entire palm on its surface. Then, with a little rough *** breast, enough touch to penetrate the sensation of the bra Amalia wears.
*Munyu, munyu, munyu ....
Not enough once, I repeated the move several times. Using agile maneuvers around the surface of the elastic mountain, doing movements to the right and to the left until I myself began to enjoy the sensation of the drowning finger in the suppleness of the skin of the female chest.
*Whoush ....
Instantly a new wave of emotions came out from Amalia's body. Removing the spicy and hot taste, freed me from the emotional burden of anger that had been suffocating me so strongly.
“Ma-sorry ..!?”
It wasn't me who said it, but Amalia. He quickly pushed back his body to get away from me.
Bugchi.
“...”
Making my head that was on his lap fall to the ground. It hit so hard that my skull made a sound that I could feel in my eardrum.
"Ah, Ma-sorry ...."
Should I be angry now?
Amalia sat on Selonjor with both hands covering her chest. He looked at me with panicked eyes, shocked with the fear of what should have been sexual harassment.
But, I ignored it. That's because ....
Heh .., haha, hahaha ....
That was the reaction I was after. The big emotion he is releasing now is shame, suppressing all the negative emotions here for me to get on the bright side. Like an oasis, he spouts salvation in the torment of hell. Negative emotions feel ludicrous on the skin, feeling slippery in the mouth. Amalia's high emotional sensitivity kept me from feeling the negative emotions of Azarin and Imarine.
I'm starting to get up. My body that was free from the burden was finally able to put up a proper resistance on Azarin.
“Eh ..”
Azarin looked at me with an expression of astonishment. For a moment he also forgot his anger. It is also true that people will be confused when they see the incident in front of their eyes.
“Ck, whatever, I want to go home now,” he said as he walked away. “And you are also Ima. Because of them, today I am upset, stress gathers until my head is hot. So, get ready later—”
“Wait, Azarin!" my screams stopped his footsteps. “I didn't come here for Ima. But, I came here for you. You still can't leave now.”
“Huh?” his response while making a confused face ridiculed by raising eyebrows and tilting open his mouth. “What do you want? Want me to stop mukulin Ima? Just so you know, I won't—”
“Azarin!” I screamed loud enough to jarring down the side of the wall here. “You are beautiful!”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“... HaAakh!?”
Azarin shouted quite loudly with a tone of shock and confusion, a hint of nervousness emerging from his tone. The amplitude that rose and fell made his voice not sound sinister.
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