Chapter 8

I threw the alarm clock towards the cabin door, and it crashed with a loud bang against the reinforced wood. It was silent, even though my ears were ringing a little from the sudden loud sound the crashing clock made. I remembered a tip I had gotten if you were going to be exposed to extremely loud noises like an explosion. I handed Cirin a pillow and said, “Pull this over your ears and keep your mouth open. It will minimize eardrum damage.”

I hated seeing her scared and I gently nuzzled her, hoping it would be over soon. It was strange to feel her hairy skin tickling my nose, but it didn’t matter because we were close now, enjoying each other’s warmth. I pulled away to look in her eyes again. I smirked as it did look somewhat funny sitting opposite each other on the cold floor, with a pillow over our ears and open mouths.

I knew for sure that the asshole of a Tarakona was about to throw a grenade down the ventilation shaft. I wasn’t sure whether the mattress was thick enough to protect us from grenade shards, but I was hoping the Tarakona was only planning to stun us.

I was worried because I was pretty sure a couple of Pac’s teammates were monitoring the plateau and they definitely would’ve alarmed the rest if someone arrived. A sharp short shrieking noise told me our enemy managed to pull off the hood of the shaft. I pulled Cirin closer to me, trying to protect her body by putting my chest in front of her. It was silent for too long and I couldn’t resist pulling the pillow away from my ear. Perhaps the Tarakona expected an alarm to go off or that the hood was booby-trapped. It was agonizing, waiting for the Tarakona’s next step, especially because Pac hadn’t responded to our attempt to get his attention either.

My heart was in my mouth when I heard something bouncing. It sounded as if something was tumbling from side to side, down the narrow shaft. Then there was a loud clang and after that, an eerie silence. Only then I realized something got stuck in the blades of the fan.

I was just in time to cover my ears with my pillow before the thunderous explosion. There was a huge flash, and the bed was forcefully pushed against us, squashing our bodies against the cold rocky wall. A dusty wind blew over us and then it went completely still. I used the light of my telephone screen to bathe us in a dim bluish light. Dazed I looked at Cirin, who was visibly shaking, and asked, “Are you okay?”

Because of the loud explosion my voice sounded muffled to me, but I was pleased when I saw her nodding slowly. All of the night illumination in the cottage had been blasted to bits, resulting in a pitch dark room.

Then all hell broke loose. Two massive bodies fell right in front of the cottage. Deep and loud roars made my stomach vibrate and that made me realize Pac and the last Tarakona were in a fight.

Suddenly the motion detector on the outside light kicked in, flooding the area in front of the cottage in a blindingly bright light. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw how tall the Tarakona was, almost reaching the same height as Pac. The sudden light startled both fighters and unfortunately Pac received the full blast of light in his eyes. His incredible speed was his savior as he managed to dodge a massive blow from the Tarakona.

Pac rushed out of the light trying to use the advantage of his special black suit, but it was clear the Tarakona still could see him, calmly turning his massive body towards Pac’s position. The Talian roared as he jumped towards the wolf-like creature, ready to punch it in the face.

Completely mesmerized, I walked towards the reinforced window, watching the fight while I kept myself out of view. It was almost unreal to see two huge creatures moving so incredibly fast. I knew Pac was fast, but the Tarakona was definitely his match, as they manage to hit each other with sickening punches. I felt Cirin’s warm body next to me, and pulled her arm around me. Suddenly she gushed, “Pac is bleeding!”

It was clear the giant Talian had taken a serious hit because blood was seeping from his eyebrow, threatening to blur his vision. The Tarakona’s posture changed dramatically as soon as he saw Pac’s injury, trying to benefit from the situation. The two giants stood opposite each other crouched, waiting for the right moment to attack. As soon as Pac moved his arm towards his eye to wipe the blood away, the giant wolf-like creature launched himself towards him. The Tarakona ruthlessly abused Pac’s moment of inattention and managed to ram his fist into the chest. The Talian giant howled loudly when he was launched away by the enormous blow.

“No!” screamed Cirin as she rushed towards the window.

It all went too fast, and I couldn’t prevent Cirin from exposing herself to the Tarakona. I wanted him to believe we were killed, or at least severely injured by the blast but that went completely pear shaped.

The Tarakona turned his huge head towards the cabin when he had heard Cirin’s scream. It was quite a sight. Cirin’s voluptuous body was in full view, dimly lit by the outside lights. Her flimsy and somewhat tight t-shirt left nothing for the Tarakona’s imagination. She gasped as she saw him looking. In a trance she slowly pulled at the fabric of her t-shirt, revealing more of her cleavage. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her because she was clearly spellbound by the giant creature’s piercing stare. The fabric slipped over the hardened nipples, freeing the first set of her breasts. It definitely had a profound effect on his state of mind, and he completely failed to notice the eminent danger he was exposing himself to.

I saw in the corner of my eye Pac stealthily approaching the Tarakona from behind and as soon as he was in reach it was too late for the creature. Pac’s enormous hands grabbed his head and with a loud crunch he broke the Tarakona’s neck. Contemptuously he dropped the dead body to the ground and rushed up the slope to reach the small platform. I assumed he wanted to check the members of his team.

Cirin gasped as she swayed on her legs. I reached out to steady her and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she said with a shudder as she clumsily pulled the T-shirt over her exposed breasts, “It’s a very strange feeling but I feel like I’m liberated.”

“Liberated? From what, Cirin?”

“I’m not sure but it happened when Pac killed the Tarakona,” she said, sounding distracted.

“What happened when you saw the Tarakona?” I asked with a gentle voice.

“I, I don’t know,” she responded meekly as she looked down, “His eyes were so ... I, I had the urge to present myself to him.”

“Whoa.”

She looked up with a guilty expression etched on her face. “I never have felt like that before and I’m really glad he is dead.”

I pulled her in a hug as I said soothingly, “I’m pretty sure it won’t happen again.”

Cirin sniffled a few times. “I’m so sorry you got involved in this mess.”

I chuckled as I realized I’ve had the most amazing and exciting adventure I could ever imagine. “Bishojo certainly is an exciting place,” I said sincerely, “and to be honest, I do feel privileged to be part of what happened. It made me realize, a utopian place doesn’t exist.”

“Actually, you were not supposed to be involved at all.”

“Well,” I said as I rubbed her back, “I’m glad I am and that I was able to save your life.”

She pulled away, looking into my eyes. “You’ve saved many lives. Thank you, Paul. I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.”

I smiled nervously. “You’re more than welcome, Cirin. I would have been devastated if you had been a victim of those bloody Tarakonas.”

The bright light of the two suns shone through the window of the cottage when I woke up. Last night we managed to clear up most of the mess. After the grenade had exploded in the shaft the damage to the interior of the cottage was partially destroyed. The sofa had taken most of the blast and the fan was reduced to a bunch of mangled metal parts. The explosion had miraculously fixed the outside lights, which had been broken for years. My guess was that the shockwave somehow fixed a loose contact.

The sad news was that Pac’s team lost two mates, who were killed by the last Tarakona. It was clear he was the alpha of the pack, considering how he almost managed to kill everybody. Pac left with the corpses that night and we agreed with him to hike back to the village the next morning.

I loved the way Cirin’s head rested on my chest while one of her legs was draped over my thighs. It was strange to be so close to her, feeling the three pairs of breasts softly pushing against my side. My morning erection was still present and throbbing, which literally raised an ethical dilemma. I was perfectly aware she was a female, having a pussy and all other sorts of soft bits, which I wouldn’t mind exploring. It was tempting to seduce her to have sex with me, but I knew Cirin wasn’t comfortable with the way she was at the moment.