Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

While the "blade" in front of me could technically do some damage, it was still an insult to label it as a katana. It had the rough outline of it— and as much as I love to repeat myself over and over, this shit was just a lame fucking attempt to hoodwink gullible people.

So yeah, I just picked it up and caused a commotion as several alarms went up but as everyone else ran over to see what was the cause, me, it made things fucking easier since I just made my "Hermano" hold his dumb purchase up.

"YOU—"

"That's a fake, I'm doing you a favor."

In less than a second, half of the blade flew to the opposite end of the room, and I just sheathed my blade like it was nothing. However, everyone else was just looking at Mr. Cuervo's reaction which was the complete embodiment of chaos.

It was because he didn't know whether he'd continue to be pissed off or be impressed, sad, happy, or whatever the fuck emotion he'd pick after because he cared a lot about his name and image.

Because if someone like him were to purchase a supposed product that should bear the weight of the blade I was carrying, there shouldn't be any blemishes to it.

But to my surprise, Mr. Cuervo threw that lump of shit away before pulling out another manufactured katana in front of me to test out.

While it was true that I'd be happy to show off Old Man Kaiseki's superiority among all the works in here, there was a stark difference of whether a blade was made for display or for function. There were instances where both qualities were met and not met, and the last thing I would've wanted to do was to break something that was only meant for display.

"What's wrong, Hermano? I thought you were using the best one here?"

"I mean— I can break that one too but the one you're holding is made the traditional way, just from looking at it briefly," I replied.

"Then what's—"

"Traditional also meant using traditional materials. I can already guess from how the handle was weaved that it's more of a high-end blade but even though it could've cost ten times more than that other simpler one over there on that side, it'd easily break with one swing against it."

"Then yours—"

"Let's just say mine has both beauty from a traditional blade and the functionality, strength, and durability from a modern one— plus a little bit of 'magic' from my Old Man, of course."

Lucy rolled her eyes almost at the same time as Kaley, "Bullshit~"

"Hah! That's how we drive prices up, don't hate the playa—"

Mr. Cuervo cut in, once again, "Hermano, you mean to say… Prices? You mean there's some for sale?"

I waved him off, "Not quite."

"Explain."

"It's not like he makes masterpieces every single time. And look, how can they stay afloat if they don't create things other than blades made to cut people up?"

"Then?"

"I mean, they do create everyday items and the like and other commissions— with the exception of making blades like these, of course. I'd hate to say it again but as much as I say that this is a treasured blade, it technically is free since you only have to pass a series of tests. If everything else fails, you just have to make do with a lesser-quality blade if you're really adamant about getting one from the Yamamoto Brand."

"..."

"Just an honest disclaimer though. From experience, it might look like it's the real deal—and yeah, it kind of is—but it just feels really~ different since it's not tailor-made for me, just sayin'."

Mr. Cuervo shook his head, "Tsk! Ah~ I'm not even sure if you're still trying to drive the prices up or not but unfortunately, I can't just leave this place to get something like that… Can you put in a purchase for me, at least?"

"Sure."

"That easy?"

"A cookware set, right—"

"I'M TALKING ABOUT A RAPIER HERMANO, HOW HARD IS THAT?!"

"Ah… sure. I'll tell the old man. Right. It works better if he's into it or it excites him, anything special you want it to have?"

"I thought he doesn't do custom shit?"

"He does custom shit. He made knives and the like before for chefs but it took a while to get them. It's different from being tailor-made. He has to see you in person and do his own tests on ya to see what's best for ya, that's how it works. There are also times when he denies customers so you gotta request something that'd pique his interest to put you in the front of the queue."

"There's still a queue?"

"What do you mean? There's always a queue, I've been trying to have him make me two identical katanas or wakizashis for years now… That damn fuckin'... Ah… Forget that last part…"

"..."

In any case, let's just say that we eventually completed the tour of the museum. While we did find some interesting things Mr. Cuervo even offered to have a proper trade, we just politely declined because almost all of us were already using something decent.

'Switching to something new also takes time getting used to.'

But yeah, it didn't take long before we had a semi-extravagant dinner with Mr. Cuervo's family and what came after that was our nightly ritual with our newest guest, Lucy.

She might look like she breaks guys' asses and tears women's holes on a daily basis but she couldn't believe her eyes when her 8-incher met with my 9-incher.

"No fucking way…"

"I told you," Quinn chuckled as she watched Lucy's reaction.

While we were almost the same girth, there was no denying that I was an inch longer and my balls were fucking bigger. Her using gear affected her ball size but it wasn't the main point to argue about now because it was already established that the one with the smaller junk bottoms—or be the one to receive a pounding.

And yeah, while Lucy's physique was also Elite-level, the carpet definitely matched the drapes, and her snow-white skin underneath her leather, punk-ass getup was a sight to see.

In addition, I failed to notice her split tongue and the piercings that would make TSA agents' jobs miserable—but other than that, her bright-pink asshole and hard-ass nipples was also something else. She only had this little strip on her pubic area and she was spotless everywhere else.

And at this moment, Quinn requested for it to be only us, Kaley, and Lucy for the initial phase of the night—and we couldn't help but agree.

Dealing with Lucy was a whole different ballgame compared to June but we both found her attractive and we were both ready to have fun with them.

And yeah, it didn't take long before these three beauties were slobbering on my cock—with Lucy in the middle, of course—on all fucking floors, asses up, while making direct eye contact.

Their hands were running on my body and each other's while Kaley and Quinn were rubbing their meaty cunts against my leg—and as a surprise to Kaley and me, Lucy knew how to properly suck cock even though she was the one that mostly gave it. Her pierced and split tongue gave me new sensations while I resized her throat to my size, but her technique coupled with the other two on my left and right made me fill her mouth with the first serving.

"GnCHhK! KckKH! F-FuCk—- Kakc— Hak!!! H-How—"

Before Lucy could compose herself, Kaley and Quinn already went ahead and cleaned up her mess where Kaley ate the leftovers while Quinn stole from Lucy's mouth.

At that point not only was my ego boosted from seeing two built Amazonians fight for my cum but the look on Lucy's face as she discovered I was still as rock-hard compared to her dripping girl-cock was priceless.

And the funny thing was, the moment Quinn tried to proactively suck her cock as Kaley was sucking mine made her release her first load not only by pleasure but also by surprise.

Lucy was still struggling from the sensitivity when Quinn shared her reward by pulling Kaley off me and giving her a mouth-transfer, but Lucy fucking felt it when these words came out of their mouths:

"It's not a lot…/Told ya, his tastes way better…"

"Can I get some more?/You can try but she's not like him, ya know?"

"W-What are you talking about?" Lucy said while still catching her breath, "A-And you! W-When did you learn how to— W-Whoa! Whoa! What is she— MmmmPhHGH!!!"

Before Lucy could react, Kaley started to suck her off and take what was left in her pipe before Quinn sat on her face. I thought Kaley wanted me to take Lucy right then and there at first but she stuck a finger in her ass before she waved hers in front of my face.

"Nuh-uh! Fill me first before you get to this one!"