CONTENT WARNING

This chapter contains mature themes and sexual scenes that may not be suitable for a very young audience.

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Danilo got on a jeepney going to the city center. By sundown, Baguio became a town for nightlife, with the famous Session Road cutting through its middle from the top of a high hill to the valley that sustained a vast market. All restaurants and shops became brightly lit and merry with music.

In a cold month like this, with fog bringing down humidity, the light of street lamps created a whimsical glow, making everything shimmer.

Danilo used to admire these nights, for they only came when the seasons changed. But not anymore. He ignored the beauty and liveliness of the city, making his way down to Harrison Road--the road beside Burnham Park.

He kept his eyes on the street, not wanting to look in the park's direction, afraid to see the spirit he'd seen the night before. It was just a dream. It was just a dream, he told himself. Despite the evidence he'd felt around his ankle, he didn't want to believe.

He dropped by a stall to buy a pack of Durex and a cheap shirt to change the sweat-smelly one he'd worn since yesterday. Then, he continued to walk until he found his way to a club near the park.

It was only past seven, and he knew the club wouldn't be busy on a Tuesday night. But there was always a big chance that someone was looking for relief like he was. On weekends, there would be the tourists looking for fun, but on weekdays, there would be the city's stressed-out population of college students.

Danilo waited outside the club until 10 P.M. before going inside. Some customers had already gone in before him. And though the club wasn't full, most standing tables were occupied. A couple of students were jumping to the beat on the dance floor, already drunk.

He positioned himself at a table away from the center, where he could see most of the room, ordering a Red Horse Stallion despite his head already spinning from all the alcohol he had earlier with Miguel.

Sipping his beer slowly to make it last, he scanned the room, waiting for the perfect girl to extend an invitation.

He kept combing his hair with his fingers, trying to ensure he didn't look like he'd just gotten out of bed. He wasn't the best-looking guy in the club, with skin sunburnt from working all day under the sun without sunscreen, but he had the body to work it--biceps built from rowing boats when tourists requested it.

An hour in, his drink was nearly done. He clenched his teeth, starting to get disappointed when five girls came in and made their way to a standing table across from his. With their uniformed blue skirts, he figured they were mall clerks who had just ended their shifts and were looking to relax.

Perfect. Danilo smiled, staring at their table. Glancing at them one by one, checking out the prettiest one, though he knew he'd never get her.

He set his lips like he had practiced in the mirror, making himself look sexy-brooding. His eyes jumped from one girl to another.

Come on. All it took was one look--one eye-to-eye contact.

A girl in a ponytail who was laughing looked up from her drink and caught on to Danilo's gaze.

Gotcha. Danilo smiled, locking onto her.

The girl looked down, bashful. But she was smiling, clearly liking the attention. It took a few seconds before she looked up at him again, round eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

He nodded to her and raised his bottle. He drank the last two drops of his beer, hoping the girl would be an easy catch so he wouldn't have to order more just to stare at her all night.

The girl leaned to her friend and whispered something, then nodded in his direction. Her friend looked his way and then back at her, nodding and shrugging.

When the girl moved, leaving their table, Danilo grinned. Bingo.

She walked over to his table and gave him a sweet smile. "Hi."

"Hey." Danilo smiled back. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked, raising his voice over the loud music.

"I'm not thirsty," she answered.

"Oh." Danilo was surprised. It usually started with drinks, then flirting, then whispering of words that would get the girl turned on. So, now what?

The girl giggled. She stepped closer to him, pressing her front to his arm, and talked in his ear. "I want to get out of here." She pulled away a little to look at his face.

He couldn't clearly see her from her table before, where the lights were too dark, but this close, she was actually pretty. Round eyes, heart-shaped face, and full lips waiting to be nipped.

"Okay," Danilo said, dropping two hundred peso bills on his table to pay for his drinks.

The girl took his hand and pulled him to leave the club.

Danilo's heart jumped to the beat of the music. Jackpot. But when the girl dragged him to a motel across the street, his heart stopped dancing. A two-hour stay was five thousand pesos. It was a motel that ripped off the drunk horny customers coming out of the club at night. He should've just logged in to Tinder, asked a girl on a date to pay for cheap dinner with drinks, and taken a taxi to the lowest rating motel he knew.

They walked up to the front desk, where a woman in a red uniform greeted them. "Good evening. Are you staying for a whole night?"

"No, just two hours," Danilo answered and saw the girl beside him frown. He pulled out the money from his pocket to pay for the room, and all the borrowed money from his friend was gone in one night. He only hoped the girl was worth it.

After checking in, they took the elevator up to the fifth floor and found their room, with red walls like exaggeratingly celebrating Valentine's Day.

The girl entered first, and he followed.

"Close the door," she ordered, turning to him, and he obediently followed.

He turned back to her and the room and took a nervous breath. He caught the smell of air freshener, trying to mask the scent of smoke, sex, and faint rot. Not exactly appealing, but he wasn't here for the scent.

Despite his drunkenness, he was edgy. He hadn't been with a girl for a long time.

The girl walked up to him, circling her arms around his neck and kissed him. He pulled her to him by her waist and sucked on those full lips until she moaned.

She pushed him away. "You seem eager. Relax." She smiled and stepped away from him. She started slowly stripping her clothes, unbuttoning her blouse first and exposing a blue flowered bra. "You want to play first?"

Danilo nodded and reached out to trace her straps, letting them fall off her shoulders and pulling down her bra to reveal her breasts. He cupped her mounds, feeling her soft skin and the sharpness of her peaks. He massaged them gently, trying to relax as she ordered.

The girl started to moan, enjoying it. Reaching up, she pulled him down by his neck, drawing him to her heart and letting him smother his face on the stress-relieving orbs. She gave out a whimper as he started to nip her skin until he found her left peak, guzzling it up in his mouth and licking the aching tip.

Reaching down to her legs, he pulled up her skirt and clumsily searched for her center, pushing aside her panties. When he found her shaved bush, she was wet.

She gasped when he inserted his middle finger. "More, please," she said, and he obliged by adding his point finger in. "Fuck."

He pulled away from her breasts and retreated his hand from between her legs. His earlier nervousness was gone. "Suck me," he ordered.

The girl pulled up her skirt, bundling it around her belly before squatting in front of him and fumbling to unhook his belt. He helped her with it, quickly unfastened it, unzipping his pants, pushing them off together with his boxers, and letting them fall on a heap around his shoes.

She palmed his length, gauging him. But he was impatient, aware of the draining hour. He grabbed her by the hair and tugged her to him--an action of order to just go ahead and do it. She opened her mouth and welcomed his stiffness into her wet throat, giving a moan that vibrated over his length from tip to base. He shivered, and his legs almost buckled at the pleasure.

He guided her, starting with slow up and down, push and pull motions as she made gagging sounds, becoming faster, roughly quickening until he could feel the fuck-yeah sensation building up--a familiar pleasure that came mostly with the privilege of his own hands.

He pulled her off before it came. "Fuck! Not yet."

She looked up at him, spit dripping at the sides of her lips. Her eyes glistened, almost teary.

"I want you from behind," he said and helped her up to her feet. "Get on the bed," he ordered.

"Mmmh." She licked her lips. "My favorite position." She obeyed, removing all her clothes and climbing on the bed, positioning herself on all fours.

To give himself better mobility, Danilo removed his shoes so he could take his pants and boxers off his ankles.

The girl was waiting, arching her back and raising her bum to reveal her flower--the view making Danilo's mouth water.

"Talk dirty to me," he ordered, licking his lips.

The girl looked over her shoulder. "What's your name?" she asked, her eyes fluttering with lust.

"Danilo. You?" He realized he didn't know anything about her.

"That's a manly name. So fitting for your big and long cock." The girl's smile was sweet and tempting. "My name's Isabel."

Manly name? Was that what Danilo sounded like? Dulnuan had said it meant God is my judge. "Shit," he said, shaking his head. He shouldn't be thinking of that dream now.

"What's wrong?" Isabel asked, round eyes blinking with concern.

"Nothing." Danilo came to the edge of the bed, where he positioned his point at her opening, teasing the wet entry with a slight poke. He leaned on her back and grabbed her by the neck, guiding her face to him, kissing her, and nipping at her lower lip.

"Talk more," he said, his voice rough.

She licked her swollen bottom lip. "You taste so good. I want you inside me."

"More."

"I want your cum inside me."

As soon as she said that, Danilo realized he wasn't wearing a condom.

"Fuck! Hang on." He squatted on the floor to check his pants for the Durex he'd bought earlier, relieved when he felt the box in the pocket.

"Don't you want to come inside me? Feel my wet pussy over your cock?" Isabel teased when she saw what he had in his hand.

"I don't want to risk it," he said, trying not to offend her. "You don't know if I'm sick."

"Are you?" She twisted to him and knelt on the bed, brows furrowing.

"No. No. I'm not." He raised a hand to her.

"Do you think I am?" she asked, brows now crossing.

"I didn't mean it like that." He combed his hair with his fingers, trying to find an explanation. Shit.

Isabel grinned and then burst into a giggle. "I'm kidding. You should wear it." She gestured at the condom in his hand.

His lips formed a silent Oh, and he nodded, opening the box and taking one out.

"Let me help you," Isabel said, taking the condom from him as she scooted closer at the edge of the bed, where his throbbing stiffness waited. She ripped the packaging and put the condom in her mouth before leaning down and taking him in.

"Yes," Danilo said as her mouth consumed his full length again. "I want to fuck you."

When she pulled her lips away, the condom had been placed. She grinned at her little work before turning around and repositioning herself. "I'm so wet for you."

"Are you?" He grabbed her ass and squeezed before smacking the cheeks.

She looked over her shoulder and cupped her right breast. "I want you to fuck me hard." She arched her back, readying herself for him. The lips she revealed between her legs were luscious pink, tempting to be penetrated.

He spread her lips with his fingers, and she gave him a satisfying moan. Gently caressing her, he found the nut at her tip. When he pressed it with a circling motion, she shivered.

"Oh. Fuck me," she begged. "Please put your cock inside me now."

"Good girl." He took his fingers away, positioned his hard tip, and used it to gently massage the pink opening until she begged again.

"Oh, so yummy," the girl gasped. "I want you. Please, I want your long cock inside my fucking pussy."

He grabbed onto her butt and rammed his length into her wet opening, pressing deep inside until nothing was left to be consumed by her flower.

She cried out, pleased at the first thrust. "Fuck. You're so good."

He pulled out to the tip and rammed her again, repeating the motion, banging himself into her. He only slowed to lean over her and grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head backward as she gave a pleasured Oh, moaning with every entry.

"More," she begged, enjoying his roughness.

"Fuck!" Heat rose inside him. He wasn't sure why, but all his anger about his life came to him then--all the hate and anguish. He was never good enough with anything. Never desirable. Never smart. Never made enough money. Mentally unstable.

He drowned in his depressing thoughts as he quickened his pace, smashing into the oblivious moaning girl, building the boiling blood in him until he could no longer take it.

"Fuck!" He exploded. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Slam! Slam! Slam!

His speed decreased, draining all the power in his length, pouring all his anxiety into her--into the five thousand pesos worth of a night.

"Fuck!" He rammed one last time before he fell on top of her, heart pumping and lungs heaving.

"Uhm, Danilo. You're heavy," Isabel complained, turning sideways so she could breathe.

His body became unmovable. His eyes fluttered closed. He was exhausted, unloading more than hot liquid. Keeping his still hard length inside her, he let his body slack as his heartbeat slowed. Consumed by alcohol and the heaven-high sensation of sex, he relaxed and dozed off into the darkness of his mind.

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☠ Glossary:

Jeepney: Jeepney is a public transport system in the Philippines. Sometimes called jeeps are mini-buses that served majority of the countries population. They usually come in fun and colorful paint jobs. 

Peso: Peso is the monetary unit in the Philippines, which came from the influence of the Spanish from their over three hundred year colonization on the country.

☠ Fun Fact:

The Philippines was colonized by the Spanish from 1565 to 1898, but was already claimed by a Portuguese explorer (but sailing for Spain), Ferdinand Magellan, in 1521. Magellan named the country after Prince Philip II, who later on became a King of Spain.

The colorful jeepneys from the Philippines. Drivers or owners have the freedom to design them however they like. Most would have their names or family member names (or anything important to them) painted on the auto's body.