Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

The lake was crystal clear and the air was warm, perfect for a good bath in the open air.

Kaize looked at the beautiful woman in front of him greedily, her light-colored hair floating in the water, entire body moist from bathing.

She was very unguarded, gently wiping the water off her fair supple skin, making him want to trace using his hands instead.

He knew her.

Her name was Khalifa Fei, a famous water mage, though at this point she was more known for her beauty than anything else.

She turned her head to his direction with a frown, and he wasn’t shaken, he just stood there staying in the water, stark naked.

He had been well-known for his handsomeness since he was a young lad.

With his long wavy hair and sharp features, a lot of women threw themselves to his bed.

If they were beautiful or interesting enough, they might even get their wish.

He never had to ask for it, they just came to him with open hearts and open legs.

Right now though, his wish was to get this woman in the water.

He confidently walked near her, his well-toned body exposed for her to appreciate.

His eyes wandered on her exposed body and she didn’t bother to hide from his shameless ogling.

He looked hungrily at her gorgeous face and perfect body. Her breast wasn’t the biggest he had seen, but it was the most perfect shape, the best proportions.

He had a feeling it was also the best to suck.

Ah, so beautiful.

He stopped an arm’s reach away from her, and he stared straight into her unique eyes, who was staring at him condescendingly.

He couldn’t help but lick his lips, desire seeping through his gaze.

"I want you."

***

Present.

Kaize opened his green eyes and stared at his ceiling, trying to remember every detail of his dreams, wanting to see more, to do more.

His hand grasped his red hair, pulling it a little, as if it would completely wake him up from slumber.

In fact, in his earlier dreams sometimes he had more detailed dreams, where he finally got the woman, actually managing to taste her precious body.

Things changed when those dreams appeared.

Even when he jumped from woman to woman, he still got harder only when he dreamed of her.

He would only have sex if he dreamt of her the night before, and it would still feel like a chore.

In fact, today, even if they didn’t do anything in the dream, he still woke up with a huge boner.

He placed his large hand on his member, pumping, closing his eyes and imagining the mystery woman in his dreams, her face, her body, her eyes, overlapping with the woman in the videos.

Up, down, up, down

"Ugh!!" He gasped, releasing his seeds to the sheets, soaking it.

Heaving a sigh, he opened up his phone to watch the latest video she sent. She was singing for someone.

Kaize watched over and over again. Trying to find clues. They were different rooms, the latter one was...

A man’s room.

The mere thought annoyed him much more than he’d like and he quickly called his manager.

"Why don’t I have her information yet?!"

"It’s not easy! The privacy policy of the app is very serious, okay?!"

Kaize wanted to throw his phone away. He, Kaize, could get guns illegally but he couldn’t even find information about a woman streaming?!

Times really have changed. People had more security online than in their actual lives!

And this only made him more annoyed.

"Find her!!"

***

He was in a very bad mood, and his studio felt it. Every single mistake was magnified to the point a few people even cried.

"What’s wrong with him?"

Even if he himself hadn’t made any mistakes, everyone else did thanks to his damned attitude!

"Mental trouble." His manager shrugged, not daring to say he’d been looking for a woman.

Fortunately, they had always been ahead of schedule so even if they didn’t get to do much today, they wouldn’t be delayed.

The director sighed and told him and the manager to take a good rest. They would resume the recording in a few days.

"Get yourself together man!" He said, regretting even showing him the video in the first place.

They soon went out of the building in a disguise, and they were getting near the minivan when someone recognized him.

"It’s Kaizeeee!!!"

"Kyaaaa!"

Seeing the wave of wild women approaching, the singer-manager duo couldn’t help but curse out.

"Shit!"

A crowd of people approached, blocking his path to the car.

His few guards were blocking the fans but he saw more or more people coming in.

When a truck passed nearby he quickly used it as a distraction to escape.

His peripheral vision and naturally sharp instincts saw paparazzi closing in this time.

He ran from alley to alley, street to street, until he finally lost all the bugs.

He huffed after all the running, wiping his sweaty face with a scarf he bought on the way.

"Damned paparazzi," he spat out.

As he continued moving, he bought a few more articles.

He covered his face better, but not too much the disguise itself would catch attention instead.

As he walked, he passed by a girl going to where he came from.

It was a bespectacled girl with ugly braided ponytail passed by him. She was carrying a few paper bags, walking leisurely on the sidewalk.

She was in no way the type that would catch his attention, or would even warrant a second look from him.

But, she did.

He stood on the spot for a while, struggling, before turning back to look for her.

He found her amongst the crowd, which was impressive even for him, and quickly followed her tracks.

As soon as she was in arm’s reach, he grabbed her hand.

She turned to look at him, startled, but then in puzzlement.

He looked closer, wondering what called him to her.

He looked past the obsolete hairstyle and ugly glasses and saw some very familiar features he knew by heart.

This girl had black hair and eyes, but he just knew. He just knew it was her.

His eyes brightened and this realization and his grip on her tightened, afraid she would escape.

"Found you!"