Always Visible Asia with "Damien The Thorn"

Paul Buher kept his word when he told "Damien The Thorn" in the gazebo that he wouldn't see Asia Scallop. But there was one thing that this Alexander Demyanenko-like guy didn't take into account - Richard Nigel wasn't such a spineless nobody as he might have seemed from the outside.

As soon as Colonel Paul Buher and his friend, the old fart Major Bugenhagen, freed Dick from the ropes, he instantly put his deep knowledge of oriental martial arts to work, in a matter of seconds turning the faces of both his tormentors into bloody mincemeat, after which, having made sure that they were in no condition to give chase - which was unnecessary, since one look at the faces of these two was enough to understand that they were no longer tenants in this world - he ran away from the inhospitable gazebo, which was located in the depths of the city's Jokyo Park.

This was the last time that "Damien The Thorn" was, as they say, on duty, because soon Richard Nigel, having successfully covered all his tracks, hid from the secret services, as a result of which he automatically became a deserter of sorts, only not from the army, but from intelligence.

All these long twenty years that he spent on the run, hiding from everyone in one Asian country or another, he never forgot for a minute about his beloved Asia Scallop, who had treated him so meanly back then, luring him into the gazebo with Buer and Bugenhagen.

He didn't know where this slut had run away from him, but from the hints that the colonel with the appearance of Alexander Demyanenko had given him at that fateful moment, Dick guessed that she had flown from Jopon back to her stinking Analda, from where "Damien The Thorn" himself had once wanted to escape, having stolen a boat and sailed down the Phaser River to The Omen Ican town of Spermeattle.

But since fate had brought him to Jopon, that is, even further than he wanted then, he did not grieve about it much. The only thing he dreamed about, hiding in Jopon, was to meet Asia Scallop at least once more.

At first he wanted to strangle her with his own hands, then he began to think that it would be enough to just quarrel with her, and then, when he spent enough time among the Joponese to hate the pussy-eyed yellow-skinned chicks with all his soul, he already thought about Asia Scallop exclusively in a romantic sense.

To be honest, he wanted to fuck her. Fuck her in the ass and in the pussy, and even better - right in the mouth! And since "Damien The Thorn", as a timid and shy person, never managed to start a single romance with the Joponese women he had the opportunity to see every day, then day by day his erotic fantasies about Asia Scallop became more and more vulgar and depraved.

Alas, all these twenty years he could not find a way to get closer to her even at the distance of a neighboring city. But then one day, when he, realizing that he had nothing to do in Jopon, decided to go by monorail to a certain Alma-Thou, which was in the United Juzes of Kasakhia, he did not think that in this place, which, as he thought, was named after the dead little girl from the game "F.E.A.R.", fate would bring him together again with his beloved Asia Scallop, about whom he thought every second of all these twenty long years of forced stay in Jokyo!

That's exactly why at that moment our anti-hero was sitting in a monorail car and looking out the window, through which the views of the surrounding villages and other shit that the route passed by were flashing by.

During the time he spent in Jokyo, he had long since parted with his black jacket and red tie, which he wore back in distant Whorecouver, and was now dressed more or less like all typical Joponese people - namely, a black down jacket with a high collar, under which was hidden a warm light-gray sweater.

He had a thick scarf around his neck and black, sturdy, waterproof boots on his feet. Since it was hot in the carriage, "Damien The Thorn" did not tighten his hood tightly, but sat with his short-cropped black head exposed to the dim light of the bulbs.

He sat there, not knowing what to do with himself, and thought about the contents of the brochure that had been handed to him at the station. It advertised some super-duper cool ski resort with the funny name of Chickulak.

Dick, to tell the truth, took this booklet from the thin-legged bitch smiling at him with all her teeth just for fun, not seriously thinking that he might like a ski trip to a resort with such an idiotic name.

Skiing was complete nonsense for him - he didn't understand what was so interesting and exciting about it. Instead of sitting quietly in one place and shooting at virtual enemies, you have to run forward like an asshole, with long poles dangling from your feet that only get in the way, and you also have to maintain balance all the time so as not to fall into the snow...

All this put skiing in a very negative light for him, "Damien The Thorn", personally. But still, since he was handed a booklet, why not take a trip to this Chickulak, Dick thought, looking at the polished faces of skiers who stared at him from the blue pages.

Sitting like that in the monorail car, he suddenly felt someone's gaze on him. He immediately threw the booklet on the seat and raised his head: directly opposite him sat a woman of about forty-two, wrapped in warm clothes.

She was very beautiful - and although only her eyes and pretty nose were visible from under the warm hat and the scarf tightly wrapped around her neck, Dick was still instantly captivated by her beauty, not of a pornographic, but of an aesthetic kind.

The woman held a small handbag on her lap, and when she noticed "Damien The Thorn" staring at her, her lips stretched into a smile.

And then Dick, unexpectedly for himself, suddenly dropped his head into his hands and his whole body began to tremble in time with the sobs that burst from his insides against his will.

He suddenly felt a sense of longing and sadness over the fact that the woman sitting right in front of him was...

"Dick!" she cried out immediately, rushing from her seat to "Damien The Thorn". "Don't cry, my baby, don't!"

And she began to cover Richard Nigel's face with hot and wet kisses, not forgetting to stroke his head. Dick himself, not understanding what was happening to him, continued to sob through his teeth clenched tightly from the strain.

And only when he finally got over the attack of sadness that had overwhelmed him, he raised his tear-stained eyes to the woman who had already stopped kissing him and said in a broken voice:

"Asia..." and immediately dropped his head on her shoulder when she threw herself into his arms.

Yes, it was like the first experience of acquaintance... But in fact it was a meeting. A meeting after twenty years of separation. "Damien The Thorn" disappeared for once; instead, in the body of Richard Nigel, for a while appeared a vulnerable and sentimental person, whom Dick had until that moment diligently hidden in the depths of his soul, not allowing him to stick his nose out.

And only when circumstances developed in such a way that he had the chance to meet the woman with whom he had once had a strong love after twenty years, he finally released his other side to freedom, in order to at least temporarily allow it to show itself in all its glory.

Now this second part, having taken patronage over the body of "Damien The Thorn", instead of forcing its owner to pounce on Asia Scallop and, having torn off all her clothes, fuck her properly in the ass, forced him to snot on her shoulder like the last romantic who had just started to meet girls.

And that is why Dick cried when he saw in front of him his beloved, whom he last saw twenty years ago.

How strange, he thought, that Joponese women, who were the most genuine ASIANS, were just meaningless dolls to him.

ASIA Scallop, who was actually from Analda and got her name solely from her huge ass, which was the size of the continent called ASIA, instantly made his sinewy complex rise up out of his pants. But why?

Dick guessed that the reason was precisely in the Analdian's ass, which in this regard had a clear advantage over the Joponese, who were all deprived of such advantages.

These are the thoughts that flashed through the mind of "Damien The Thorn" as he wiped away his tears with his fist and looked with all his eyes at his beloved, who had disappeared and was found, was dead and came back to life!

Of course, one shouldn't take these words literally - after all, this quote merely emphasized how happy Richard Nigel was about this meeting!

He even forgot that for all these twenty years he had only thought about the fact that if Asia Scallop fell into his hands, he would immediately make this slut work hard with her huge ass and wet mouth!

After all, he had never fucked a single woman all this time! How could he not dream about it?! However, the reality is that if a dream did come true, it would not be in the way the one who cherished it wanted.

Instead of immediately having sex with Asia in the monorail car, "Damien The Thorn" just sat there and devoured his bitch with his eyes, and he was thinking not about fucking, but about some sugary nonsense and caramel idiocy like: here I am sitting opposite her and holding her hand, oh, oh, Antichrist, how happy I am, my sweet, beloved, dear Always Visible Asia!!!

While such nonsense was spinning around in his head, Asia Scallop was actually sitting opposite him and holding his hand, only she was clearly not thinking about listening to all this sickeningly sweet nonsense from her interlocutor.

From the concentrated look in her eyes the color of puddles of chocolate, it was clear that she was eager to pry all the information out of "Damien The Thorn" about where the hell he had been all these twenty years since the day she walked him to the gazebo, where, as they say, she handed him over to Colonel Paul Buher and Major Bugenhagen?

She already knew that these two were no longer alive precisely because of this asshole, who was now sitting in front of her in the monorail car and staring at her with the idiotic smile of a fifteen-year-old idiot who had come on a date with a girl for the first time!

Yeah, Asia thought, who would have thought that this freak, whom she recruited with her own hands once in Whorecouver prison - which, by the way, could be taken literally, because she jerked him off then! - with his idiotic behavior would ruin the entire operation of surveillance of the terrible immortal Kasakhian, who, having fallen from a height of twelve thousand meters, found the strength to immediately leave Jokyo and go on some terrible business to Alma-Thou, where, by the way, Asia herself was going now and this idiot sitting opposite her, who, having killed Colonel Buher and Major Bugenhagen, disappeared from all radars and showed up only now, and completely by accident and unexpectedly for both of them!

And now they are sitting opposite each other and don't know where to start the conversation they both have been waiting for. To Asia Scallop's great relief, "Damien The Thorn" decided to speak first.

Continuing to sniffle from the feelings that overwhelmed his soul, he looked at her with tear-stained eyes and asked:

"Always Visible Asia, my dear, how glad I am to see you!" and blew her a kiss.

There was nothing to be done, Asia thought, she would have to pretend in front of this idiot that she, too, couldn't get enough of meeting him.

Trying to make her face look as sentimental as possible, she said in a hoarse, old maid voice:

"Dick, my baby, I'm very happy to see you too!" and, thinking that words alone would not be enough for this idiot, she leaned towards him and placed a wet kiss on his drool-stained lips.

Dick almost melted right under her lips, but he remembered in time that they were now sitting in a monorail car and that the pussy-eyed Joponese were staring at them, tried to pull himself together and answered her:

"I'm so happy to see you again after so many years of separation. You've become even more beautiful than before!"

Asia felt slightly irritated that "Damien The Thorn" had no intention of stepping out of his role as a sentimental fool, and so, in order to at least slightly defuse the situation, she asked her companion the following in a rude tone, unexpectedly for him:

"Listen, asshole, why did you disappear when I brought you to my bosses?" she poured out all her irritation on him. "Do you fucking know, faggot, that because of you we lost sight of a dangerous, invulnerable Kasakhian?!"

Dick, not expecting such rude words from her, turned pale and clutched his heart with excessive theatricality.

His eyes rolled back and he fell sideways onto the seat, which, fortunately, was occupied by no one else - all the other passengers on the monorail, who were all Joponese, for some reason tried to stay away from the man with the distinctly European face.

"Damien The Thorn" let out a quiet groan and tried to cover his face with his hands, but Asia, who had jumped up from her seat, did not let him do so.

"Don't try to scare me with a fake heart attack, asshole!" she screamed right in his ear, grabbing his hands and trying to push them away from his face.

She was so angry that Richard Nigel even feared for his life, but immediately realized that if Asia Scallop wanted to kill him, she would not have screamed for nothing, but would have quietly stabbed him under the ribs with a knife and immediately disappeared into the depths of the carriage.

But since she did nothing of the sort, he soon calmed down and decided to stop playing around. After allowing the woman to play with his hands a little, he finally assumed a normal sitting position and looked at her with a normal, meaningful look.