Chapter 255: Getting Comfortable With Daisy

Kalon finished in her mouth with his hand still placed firm on her scalp.

Daisy took it without pulling away. Her throat worked as he came, and she stayed on him until he was done. Only then did she ease back, lips wet, breath short, still on her knees in the red grass.

A bit of spit clung to the corner of her mouth. She didn’t wipe it yet. She just looked up at him like she was waiting to see if he wanted more.

If she said yes, she would obey. If he said no, that meant that she was done.

"Did you swallow?" Kalon ended up asking her.

Daisy opened her mouth for him.

Her tongue was clean. Empty. She held it out like a puppy waiting for approval, pink eyes on his face, no attempt to look composed about it. A bit of drool dropped from the tip of her pink tongue and onto the grass.

Kalon stared a second longer than he meant to.

Fuck. That was hot...

"Good. I’m glad."

Daisy closed her mouth and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, still flushed. The bodysuit rose and fell with her breathing.

Before either of them could say anything else, voices carried from the far path.

Tourists. A small group, talking loud, heading toward the open grass. Someone laughed. Someone else said something about the red fields looking better in person.

"Hurry, get up," Kalon said.

Daisy was on her feet right away. He fixed his clothes. She brushed grass off her knees, smoothed the bodysuit down her hips, checked the paths, and led him toward camp at a fast walk.

They didn’t run. That would only make them look more suspicious.

Daisy kept her head steady and her pace proper, like a commander leaving a quiet park and not a woman who’d just been on her knees in it. Kalon matched her until the tents cut the line of sight.

"Do you always train out this far?" he asked as they walked.

"When I don’t want an audience," Daisy said. Then, after a second she added, "That plan failed, I guess."

Despite herself, her mouth twitched.

By the time the tourists reached the open grass, the two of them were already past the first rows of canvas.

「War Commander Daisy Seduction」

Seduction Stage Eight: Reached

Kalon filed that away as they walked.

Stage eight. He was getting closer to his goal...

...

Daisy’s tent was quiet.

She poured tea, sat across from him, and wrapped both hands around her cup like she needed somewhere to put them.

Grass still marked the knees of her bodysuit.

The pink gems on her scalp had dimmed again.

For a while she just drank and didn’t push the silence.

Kalon gave her that much, then set his cup down.

"I’m building my own organisation on Earth," he said. "I’m managing both the matches and the fighters... I want you on the card."

Daisy looked up. "On Earth?"

Kalon nodded his head.

She turned the cup slowly in her hands.

"You mean I could leave here. Leave the camp. Go to your world and fight in front of people there."

"That’s the idea. And the fights aren’t to the death. They’ve got death prevention technology and medical teams for that. You can go as hard as you want without the same end risk."

Daisy stared at him.

"You’re serious. Taking me off of this planet?"

"Only for matches, but yes, I wouldn’t be sitting in your tent if I wasn’t."

"I..." She let out a short breath that was almost a laugh. "Do you know how long it’s been since this planet had dreamed of true Intergalactic travel. And you’re just offering to take me to a planet that we might never even reach?"

"Yes, that’s exactly what I’m offering."

Her cheeks coloured. "And you trust me enough to do that?"

"I’m asking you, aren’t I?"

Daisy’s fingers tightened on the cup.

"Then yes. Absolutely yes!" It was the most excited he seen her. In fact, it was the first time he saw her smile. "If you take me, I’ll fight. I want to see your world. I want to be apart of your organisation!"

It was the response he was hoping for.

"I’ll be around more then," Kalon said. "Giving you updates on when things will happen."

That was the easy explanation.

The real version was more lewd. Stage eight wasn’t stage ten. Until he got her there, the system wouldn’t let him take her with him the way he took Josinia or Sifa.

More visits meant more progress. More progress meant more sex.

Daisy nodded, finding no problem with him visiting.

"Just tell me when. I’ll clear what I can on my side."

"You won’t need to clear much. I won’t take up too much of your time."

"Still," she said. "I’ll be ready."

They drank for a while after that.

Daisy asked what Earth crowds were like, if people shouted the whole time, if she’d need a fake name and a cover story. Kalon told her the truth where he could.

She listened without interrupting much, then told him camp had been strange since the invasion plans shifted. Too much empty schedule. Too many drills attached to nothing. Training in fields like the one he’d found her in had become the only part of the day that still felt normal.

"I was starting to think that was all I’d get," she said. "Repetition until Supreme Leader Poppy found us another war to fight."

"Don’t worry, I’ve got a war for you. One that causes no deaths."

"Good." Daisy smiled.

The talk between the two had now become more natural than it ever was.

When the tea ran out, Kalon stood.

Daisy walked him to the flap, hesitated, then bowed her head a fraction.

"Thanks," she said. "For picking me."

"It’s my pleasure."

Kalon left Cupid with stage eight locked in and the next steps already clear.

Two more stages. Then she could travel.