Nick Meets Masma--The Girl From The Killing Tribe

Since deciding to separate himself from Mehmet, Nick wanders alone in the vast forest. So far, he has not found a tribe that kills and rapes men. He is fighting an increasingly chronic sense of hopelessness. He stumbled as he ran out of energy. The scorching sun made him stagger a little. Thirst and hunger tormented him. Along the way, he found no food. The forest looked dry. Nick fell and lost consciousness, his soul flew into the river. A beautiful blue-eyed girl waved her hand. The girl pulled Nick into the water and just as he was about to sink, his eyelids opened. Nick caught his ragged breath.

Nick lifted his weight. The nightmare that just happened gave new energy. He walked up the hill. There was a puff of smoke that caught his attention. Struggling through the extreme terrain, he finally found the source of the smoke he saw. Nick walked through the fog that made his eyes sting. The youth did not remember what the tribal leader said at that time. Nick stepped into the thick forest, then he saw a boiling river. He looked at the twenty-five-meter wide river in amazement. Ivory-colored rocks lay on the sides and crevices of the clear water. He approached after confirming that his footrests were really solid. He enjoyed the warmth against his skin, the steam like aromatherapy. Nick crouched down to look at the dead frog. The distance was too close to make the young man suddenly slip.

"Argh!" He screamed, hot steam hitting his skin. As that happened, time suddenly stopped. Nick was only seconds away from misfortune.

"No!" Time doesn't stop. He realized he was Nick Erhan—an ordinary guy. He is not Nobita who can use a time machine taken from Doraemon's pocket. However, there was someone who quickly restrained him. Nick turned his head after he managed to balance his body. He froze for a moment, then sighed. If he was a second late, his body would be as dead as the frog he saw. He held his breath a few times, but his heartbeat grew stronger. Nick suddenly freezes at the sight of the woman who managed to pull him out of death's door. How could that be? Throughout his life, the handsome young man had just seen a very beautiful girl with a very perfect body shape. Nick smiled at the bright blue eyes of the girl in front of him.

"You can get third degree burns if you touch this water!" Once again, Nick's words caught in his throat. He had never even heard such a beautiful woman's voice.

"Hey, why are you silent? What's your name?"

"Um... Sorry, I'm Nick. Thanks for helping me," Nick finally said, though he was still nervous.

"I am Masma!" The woman introduced herself.

"Beautiful name."

"Are you lost?" asked Masma.

"Yes."

"Stay at my house. My house is not far from here." Masma's sound waves seemed to contain magic. Nick nodded quickly without thinking.

After twenty meters had passed, he could see a hut with neat and simple wooden ornaments. The roof is made of old, withered coconut leaves, half of the house is made of woven bamboo with poles perched as a pavilion. Nick was impressed with the cleanliness and the variety of crafts in it. He was luckier than his dead friends, and also Mehmet.

"Eat, you must be hungry!" Masma serves hot mushroom soup with a glass of cold water.

"Thank you." Nick, who was starving, quickly finished his food.

"Your soup is perfect."

"Why, thank you."

"Now rest, I'm going out for a bit. We're going to play in the river tonight." Nick nodded, looking at the beauty of Masma's back.

Nick sends visions across the body of the moon, bringing hope as shards of light fall on the greenish waters. A sweet smile appeared in the flickering light that fell on the small waves in the wind. The charm of a thrilling night. This was his fifteenth night with Masma. Have fun with the water and expose the beauty of the galaxy. Nick felt cold as the splash of water hit his face. Nick looked in amazement at the woman bathing in front of him.

"Nick, come on, this is so much fun!" Masma grabbed Nick's arm. The young man was drenched. Needless to say, he also enjoyed it. The night air isn't so bad for them if they don't do it often.

"This river can only be cold at night, right? You haven't even showered since the water is still hot," said Masma. She wrapped her slender arms around Nick's neck.

"You're right, Masma."

"Aren't you cold?" Nick asked, his eyes fixed on Masma's beauty. The girl looks very beautiful in the wet. In his heart, he cursed the queen of the night who cast light on Masma. The moonlight shone through the curves of Masma's body, which was only wrapped in a thin cloth. Truly God's masterpiece which is extraordinarily pleasing to the eye.

"No!" replied Masma while squeezing the hem of her skirt.

"Mamas."

"Hmm!" A smile like Masma's rose spread in the recesses of Nick's heart.

"I…."

"No need to say it. You have love for me, right?" Masma looked gently into Nick's face, trying to spell out Nick's heart that was stuck in his eyes.

"How do you know?" asked Nick, still nervous.

"From the way you treat me, and from the way you look at me!" said Masma very gently. Her thin lips deliberately pressed against Nick's ear. The air that blew from her mouth made Nick's body stiffen, and made his chest churn.

"Nick, I love you too!" Masma put her forehead on Nick's temple.

If Masma's beautiful nose wasn't too high, maybe her sensual lips could touch Erhan's thin beard. Now the turmoil of love has taken over Nick's entire body from head to toe. America's strongest youth has now succumbed to love. He was completely immersed in Masma's charm. It was as if in this world there was only him and a white girl named Masma.

Nick, with all the flavors at his disposal, gently traced Masma's ruby red lips as sweet as honey. Nick's red marks were created along his sniffs. Nick's excitement increases as he explores certain parts of Masma's body. A pair of lovers are immersed in a cup of wine that descends from heaven until both groan at the height of intoxicating pleasure. Nick is mighty, like a drug overdose. The beautiful sights he explores make him want him again and again. Masma smiled seeing Nick's big arms. Masma's thin clothes were left alone. Nick inhaled the fresh scent wafting from Masma's black, long hair. They flew to heaven again in their hut. Again and again.