I was walking forward with the fire torch like a sex deprived female ghost from a bollywood movie and Johnson was moving back like he was the cameraman filming the movie.

The other guards were waiting for an opening to attack me—like penguins waiting to enact revenge from Humans for making dustbins out of their body shape—and I won't give them that.

Jack's dead body was in front of me and I was planning on lifting it but then, the System called me an idiot and told me to ask Jack about Johnson's mind.

I did that and asked Jack about it and the ghost told me what Johnson was thinking about…

"Infinite night stands with you until you can't take it anymore and start biting his tool in anger. He is the final boss of a prostitute's customer!"

"... What the actual shit?!" I exclaimed. "He is thinking that far about me?"

Jack shook his head. "It's not that far. He is seeing himself doing that in the next three or four hours."

"That soon? At least let me brush my teeth, man."

At that, Johnson shrugged. He acted like an innocent robber who only robbed a bank but referred it as a loan without the paperwork.

"Don't act like you are innocent, bastard." I barked, raising the fire torch. "I have fire. You won't be able to come near me. This fire for you is like feminists during War—you both won't come near it and send men instead."

Johnson grinned.

"I don't need to come near you as well."

My frown deepened. It deepened so hard one might mistake it for a queen bee's pussy.

But what did Johnson mean by that? Did he give up on me? … Nah. He fantasized me too much to give up now. So what is it then?

I glanced at Jack.

Jack met my eyes. "No. He is only thinking about you. His mind is filled with the thought of filling you right now. He wants you more than Malthus could ever want. If someone loved me like that, I would have given up on clothes forever."

I squinted my eyes. "When he hypothetically proposed to you, you said you would rather give birth from your mouth."

"Alright. Correction—If someone handsome and rich loved me like that, I would have given up on clothes forever."

"... Dude, I troll women for being a gold digger, for even sneezing, and you are out here breaking the molds. I am glad you are a ghost. If you were a man I would have been called a hypocrite for not making fun of you."

"Everyone has their preferences and you should not worry about me right now. Focus on Johnson."

Shit. Right.

I forgot about that.

Johnson had said he doesn't need to come near me at all.

"What do you mean by that? How will you catch me without coming near me? Your guards aren't attacking me as well. I am not a pokemon so you can't just throw a ball from far away."

Johnson smiled. "You are right about many things that you said, honey boy. My guards aren't attacking you, I am stepping back, you are right. This is your win however you see it. The moment you lit up that fire, you won. However… you should have not forgotten the means by how you lit that fire."

I furrowed my brows.

From sugar boy he upgraded me to honey boy. If I had a diabetes system, I would be drowning in XPs by now.

But forget it… he said something about the means by which I lit this fire.

I stared at the fire torch and pondered about it. The last time I pondered this hard about something was after I had hit the limit of 6 times a day. I was pondering whether to make it seven or not, by the way. I mean, if you are not in post nut clarity all the time, you are in pre nut delusion.

So, the means I used to light this fire was…

Fcuk.

"Behind you, pal!" Jack shouted but I had figured it out before his shout.

However, my reaction time became like those women whom I had groped and ran away before they could scream or want more as I only managed to move slightly to my right.

The next second, someone jumped on me from behind—like the husbands of those women I had groped—but since I had already moved, the person landed on the fire torch instead of me, making it fly off from my hands and landing on Jack's dead body's chest once more.

It was a man who did that and I remember that bald head.

It was the same guard that Johnson had thrown before, the same guard who made the fire possible.

I thought he was unable to move, he had crashed on the wall like the shot of my sperm after controlling myself for three whole hours.

The guard was squirming in pain when I had used his head for fire. He was out for good. I had completely forgotten about him as he didn't look dangerous at that time.

But now he was the most dangerous of them all—like an only black man in an orgy.

Johnson must have thought about this guard at the last moment as Jack warned me just in time.

He didn't have any weapon on him, he wasn't a Human just like other guards and he was stronger than me in all the ways. He was tall, burly, muscular, dripping with testerone. He was like a mouse who ate steroid flavoured cheese mixed and now became the bully in his local mouse community.

He had jumped on me with full force but since I had moved away, he couldn't control his speed and fell right on Jacks' dead body like a necrophilia practitioner.

Johnson couldn't care less about the bald guard as he had done his work. He successfully made me let go of the fire torch.

My legs also trembled, my throat went parched but before I could panic more…

"AaaaaaAAAAAaa!!"

A painful scream resounded in the narrow corridor and following it, a blast of light erupted from a few steps in front of me.

I would have mistaken it for the lights of police sirens as they used to arrive whenever kids screamed for something as simple as me coming towards them… in my basement.

Everyone tensed up and when I finally figured out what happened, a huge stone lifted off from my chest. I felt like a boyfriend of a fat woman who just came down from him after doing the 69.

The bald guard had fallen on Jack's dead body but before him, something else had fallen on Jack's dead body as well.

The fire torch.

Between the bald guard and the dead body was the fire torch like a cactus between the boobs of a nature loving woman and instead of the fire torch being extinguished, this time it decided to help me.

It put the bald guard on fire.

The guard freaking lit up in flames!

I finally saw the panicked expression on Johnson's face and that gave me pleasure beyond measure. I felt like a suicide bomber in a crowded street.

Earlier I had only one fire torch but now I have a walking fiery man. Johnson must be shit scared of this now.

The bald guard screamed in agony as he stood up.

He flayed his hands in the air—like a baby who just found out he had a flat chested mother—crying for help and I won't miss this chance.

Before the bald guard could turn around and walk towards me, I raised my leg and with all my power kicked on his back.

As a result, the guard stumbled and fell on one of the guards and the next second…

All hell broke loose… like a sex deprived woman finally squirting after lying on a railway track just in time for the train to arrive.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.