Chapter 91: Ch91: The Diamond Store

The first floor was nothing extraordinary — counters lined the sides of the floor, with customers waiting in line to pay for their purchases. Shoppers moved from rack to rack, inspecting clothes, while children darted between their parents’ legs.

Then Nyle climbed to the third floor, where the real game began.

"There it is," he murmured, his eyes locking onto the crowd gathered around the center of the floor.

A large rectangular box stood there, surrounded by eager shoppers.

Above it hung a signboard: EVERY CLOTHING PIECE: 50 XOLLARS

That was what made Diamond Store so famous throughout Mexus.

Inside the box, clothes of all kinds were thrown together — shirts for teenagers, dresses for adults, coats for the elderly, and everything in between.

Some were worth barely fifty xollars. Others were worth hundreds, even thousands. There was no way to tell what you would get until you dug through the pile.

It was basically a gamble.

And this was the very place where Nyle had once struck gold.

He had found a Mucci T-shirt worth over a thousand xollars buried among the cheap clothes.

He had bought it for fifty.

Then sold it on F-Bay, a website for buying and selling used items, for two thousand xollars.

And he was here again to try his luck.

Every month, Diamond Store stocked the box with a fresh batch of clothes, and today was October 1st — the perfect time to dig through it.

Nyle squeezed between the shoppers, making room for himself before plunging both arms into the pile.

His hands shifted through layers of shirts, jackets, and dresses as he searched for anything valuable. Specially branded items. But just as he pulled another shirt aside, the person in front of him caught his attention.

It was Amelia.

She stood there in her purple dress, one hand buried in the box as she searched through the clothes.

Their eyes met.

Nyle froze.

Amelia stared at him for a second, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Then the shirt in her hand slipped from her fingers.

She turned around without a word and moved to stand beside him.

"Where were you?" she asked, glancing at him. "You haven’t picked up my calls for weeks, and what happened to your arms?"

"Oh, this? It’s nothing. Just a car accident." Nyle forced a nervous smile.

Amelia fell silent, eyes narrowed as she studied his face.

"Car accident...?" she repeated. Then her expression shifted. "Wait. Was the car red?"

Nyle shook his head.

"I don’t remember. The headlights blinded me. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital."

Amelia stared at him for another moment before reaching into her handbag. She pulled out her phone, unlocked it, and quickly scrolled through several videos.

After a few seconds, she stopped.

"Look."

She turned the screen toward him.

A grainy slightly blurry street-camera recording played. The footage showed a quiet street at night. A young man was walking along the roadside when a car suddenly appeared from the corner.

*BANG!*

The car slammed into him. His body was thrown several feet through the air before crashing onto the pavement.

The car never slowed down.

It sped away into the darkness, leaving the injured man lying motionless on the road.

Nyle stared at the screen, his face stiffened.

"That’s me," he blurted out.

Amelia’s eyes widened. "Really?!"

"Yes."

...

They both stepped away from the clothing box and moved toward the corner where the jeans section was located.

Although the video had captured the entire incident, the culprit had never been identified. The license plate was too blurry to make out, and some people believed the driver had been drunk.

There had even been calls for the culprit to be caught as soon as possible.

But more than a week had passed, and nothing had happened. It was as though the incident had slowly faded from people’s minds, buried beneath newer and more interesting news.

"Does it hurt?" Amelia asked, gently tapping a finger against his bandaged arm.

"It kinda hurts a bit, but it’s not that painful—"

Before he could finish, Amelia suddenly gave his ass a quick squeeze.

Nyle stiffened.

Amelia bit her lower lip, trying to hide her smile.

"Someone might see us," Nyle whispered, glancing around as they stood close together.

"Let them..." Amelia murmured. "It’s been more than a week, you know. Plus, I want to show you something. Something that might make you love me even more."

Nyle’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. One eyebrow lifted as he watched her walk away, then he followed without hurry, the soft click of his shoes lost beneath the distant murmur of the shopping mall.

At the dressing-room door he paused just long enough to snatch a few garments from a nearby rack — enough to look purposeful, nothing more — and leaned against the wall as if waiting for a cue.

The hallway emptied. Voices faded. The moment the last footsteps receded, he slipped inside and eased the door shut behind him.

Amelia was already there, kneeling on the floor, back straight, hands resting lightly on her thighs, eyes lifted to meet his the instant he entered.

"Aaa..."

The soft sound slipped out as her mouth fell open and her tongue slid forward, pink and wet, waiting.

Nyle dropped the clothes in a careless heap beside him. His hand rose without hurry. Thumb and index finger caught her chin, tilting her face up.

Then came the first light slap — sharp enough to sting, gentle enough to stay a caress.

*slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~*

Each impact left a faint flush across her cheek. She shivered, lips parting wider around a shaky moan.

"Mmn... please pull out your cock, master,’ she said, her voice was thick, almost pleading. "My mouth is watering. See..."

She opened wider and let the gathered saliva spill forward in a slow, glistening string that stretched from her tongue to the floor.

"If you want it, you need to—"

Suddenly, Amelia’s hands shot forward, seizing the waistband of his pants and underwear in one fierce grip.

*Shrrf~*

She yanked them down hard. Fabric scraped over his hips and thighs; his cock sprang free at once, thick and rigid, the flushed head aimed straight at her face.

Veins stood out along the shaft, the whole length twitching with every heavy pulse of his heartbeat.

"Finally..." she breathed, leaning in until her lips hovered a breath from the tip. "You know how much I missed you."

*Tap-Tap-Tap*

Nyle’s fingers closed around the base of his cock as he gave gentle but deliberate taps against her forehead.

"you want it that badly? then tell me — did Holivia come to meet you?"

*Suck~*

"Mm... mmhn~ she actually came to visit me. and I even called you several times. But don’t worry, Master... I’ll notify you the moment she comes next," Amelia murmured between wet pulls.

Her lips stretched tight around his cock as she kept sucking him deeper, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling greedily along the underside.

’Damn it. I missed the chance,’ Nyle thought, jaw tightening while he watched her drool drip down his shaft.

"Mmn... glk— mmhn~"

Wet choking sounds filled the tiny dressing room.

Nyle braced one hand on the mirror behind her.

Amelia pulled back just enough to gasp, a fat string of spit connecting her bottom lip to his cockhead.

"Missed your cock so fucking much, Master... Taste even better after weeks."

Then she lunged back on. Both hands came up — one cupping his heavy balls, rolling them, the other wrapping the base so she could stroke whatever her throat couldn’t swallow.

"Fuck... Amelia..." his voice came out rough. "Your throat is so goddamn tight...!"

In response, she only sucked harder. Cheeks caved in, throat relaxing, taking him until her lips kissed his pelvis and paused. Fifteen seconds she held there, swallowing around the head like she was trying to milk the cum straight out of his balls.

Nyle’s free hand tangled in her hair, not forcing, just holding on while pleasure coiled hot and dangerous at the base of his spine.

Almost.

"Next time, when holivia comes make sure to make her stay for a night. Understand?"

"Mwaah... yes..," she replied, spit trailing as her fingers dug into her handbag. "Just for you master, I’ll call her right now."

Nyle gave a small nod and shoved his cock straight back into her warm mouth.

*Gwak!*

Although the hope was slim that holivia would pick up, to her surprise she immediately answered the call.

*Gag~*

A soft, wet throat-gagging sound traveled clearly through the phone as Amelia choked around his thick shaft.

"Hello? what’s that noise? hello?"

Amelia abruptly pulled her mouth off his cock with a filthy pop and gasped for air, strings of drool still connecting her lips to the swollen head.

"Uh yes, hello. Hi, Holivia," she said, voice hoarse and shaky.

"what?! you’re going to the diamond store?"

Nyle’s eyes widened slightly hearing that.

"I’m already here. Yes. What am I doing?" Amelia paused, glanced at his cock throbbing right in front of her mouth, and replied. "Obviously I’m checking dresses. Em. Okay, bye. I’ll be waiting here."

*Hangs up*

"Master, she’s coming here. Holivia is on her way," she replied before stuffing her hungry mouth straight back onto his cock, sucking deep and sloppy again like nothing had interrupted them.

Meanwhile, a perverse smirk spread across his face.