Dazai's brow furrowed, confusion etched across his face. "What do you mean, Alexandria?"
The woman straightened from her lazy slouch, her usual smug grin slipping into something sharper, more serious. "As you know, mortal, I'm most definitely not a normal person." Her voice carried a weight that made the air in the room heavier.
"I know that," Dazai muttered, rubbing his neck. "But I always assumed you were also an alien."
Alexandria let out a small, amused laugh as she rose gracefully from the chair. "No, I'm not. I come from a secluded race of beings called Divines."
"Divines?" Dazai repeated, still trying to wrap his head around it.
She stood tall now, her eyes glinting like shards of starlight. "We're a special race of beings chosen by God to protect the spiritual aspect of Earth."
Dazai blinked. "Oh, like angels?"
"Not exactly," Alexandria said, shaking her head slightly. "But something like that. We choose those worthy enough to protect the planet, and we only intervene when absolutely necessary." Her voice grew harder. "But we're not meant to interfere in human affairs without authorization from the higher-ups. That's why people like me—and the guy you fought—are banned from our home."
She paced slowly, every step deliberate. "I was given one chance, one path back. If I pick a human capable of fighting off the aliens who plan to invade this world, then maybe I'll be allowed to return."
Dazai's stomach sank, but he forced a smile. "And that human was me… woah, that's a lot of info to dump on someone." He pushed himself off the bed, stretching his sore body.
Alexandria's eyes softened as she stepped closer, her hand reaching for his. "I understand. But, mortal… you're the only hope I have of going home. Please."
Her touch lingered, warm and firm, as if silently begging him not to let her down.
Dazai felt the corners of his mouth lift into a small grin. "So she really does depend on me", he thought. The thought gave him strength. With that, he turned and headed toward the bathroom.
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Steam curled in the air as the bathroom door creaked open. The soft scent of soap and heat wrapped around him.
"So you've finally come," Jorax's voice purred.
Dazai's eyes widened. Jorax stood there completely naked, her skin glistening faintly under the light. Her breasts were full and firm, nipples pink and already stiff. Her beautiful blue eyes locked onto his, playful yet hungry.
"Oh my…" Dazai's voice trailed as his body reacted instantly, his cock stiffening, throbbing as if it had a mind of its own. The sight of her sent blood rushing hot through his veins.
Jorax's lips curved into a sly smile. "I see someone is excited to be here." She stepped closer, her hand wrapping confidently around his shaft, feeling it pulse against her palm.
Dazai groaned low in his throat, the sound raw. The heat of her hand against him made his knees weak.
"Let's not keep him waiting," Jorax whispered, her tone dripping with desire. She turned, pressing herself against the cool tile wall, her hips arching back, ass pushing out invitingly. Her wetness already glistened between her thighs, proof of how much she wanted this.
Dazai swallowed hard, every ounce of tension and exhaustion from the earlier battle twisting now into raw hunger.