Chapter 30

[3rd Person POV]

Beautiful and touching music filled the hall. In that moment, Vicki Vale experienced waves of conflicting emotions. When Alex looked into her eyes, it was as though he was dedicating the final composition to her.

"He's giving me this melody?" the thought flashed through her mind. The box of chocolates, the book The Little Prince, her portrait painted by him, and now this heartfelt piece, destined to be the centerpiece of his album. All the walls of contradiction and doubt she had built in her heart against this young genius crumbled.

It felt as though water behind a dam had finally overflowed and burst. Listening to the melody, Victoria felt an overwhelming obsession building inside her. After all, no painting, no words, could capture the purest, most intimate content of the heart the way music could.

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[Alex's POV]

Having played the final note, I closed the piano lid and stood up. "Thank you," I said simply.

The applause began. At first, there were isolated claps, but soon people seemed to awaken from a deep trance. The applause grew stronger, louder, as everyone followed suit. Their gazes were fixed on me as they clapped with all their might.

The scattered claps became unified, transforming into a rhythmic wave of admiration. I stepped away from the piano and made my way toward my friends.

"Alex, that was magnificent," Madame Alexandra said enthusiastically. "I can't wait for the moment your album is released. I'm eager to see the impact it will have on the masses. Hurry up and finish the remaining compositions! With your talent, I'm sure they'll be extraordinary."

"Madame Alexandra, your praise flatters me. I will try my best to finish the album as soon as possible, but I simply don't have enough time right now. The release might be delayed."

"That's no problem," Sir Maxwell interjected. "There's no need to rush. You must take your time and create musical works worthy of standing alongside today's performances."

"Of course," I replied, turning to the two young women beside me. "And what do you think?"

"Not a bad addition to the evening," Heather remarked calmly, though I could tell she was just as impressed as everyone else.

"It was simply magical!" Barbara exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement. "Honestly, I'm tired of being surprised. From today, I'll just take your achievements as a given. I've realized you're some kind of anomaly in this world."

Ahem. Female intuition at its finest! She hit the nail on the head. After all, I really am an anomaly in this world. Women are terrifying creatures…

Afterward, I had a quick chat with our police officers, who were preparing to leave. Soon, others began making their way out as well.

"Bruce, are you leaving already?"

"Yes," Batman replied, his voice slightly subdued. "Alex, thank you for tonight. You helped me remember the warmth and joy I received from my parents—feelings I'd begun to forget. I need to head home."

This was getting increasingly serious. I hadn't expected such words from him. I suspected he wanted to return to his estate, perhaps to look at his parents' portrait and spend time with Alfred, his second father. Having taken on so much as Batman, he had sacrificed so much of himself.

The evening was drawing to a close, and as guests continued to disperse, I decided not to linger either. Taking Vicki by the hand, I left the restaurant.

"So, did you enjoy tonight?" I asked casually.

"I can't say no, but I still want more," Vicki replied sweetly.

"How about a cup of coffee at my place?" I asked, a sly gleam in my eyes.

"I wouldn't mind," she agreed in a teasing tone, and we drove to my apartment.

"Alex, when will you finally give me an interview about your game's success?"

"Right now! Ask your questions, Madam Reporter."

"Hehe, in that case, let's begin, Sir Reath. How did you come up with the idea for Subway Surfers?"

"As always, it was buried deep in my mind. I just pulled it out and brought it to life."

"Were you confident it would be successful?"

"Let's just say I believed in it. I wanted it to be popular, but I wasn't certain it would succeed."

Even though Subway Surfers was a massive success in my past world, I couldn't be sure it would gain the same fame here. I saw it as a test of compatibility between the two worlds.

"How many people worked on the game?"

"A whole six of us!" I replied with a mock-serious tone.

"Are you planning to release a new game soon?"

"Yes, we'll start developing it any day now."

"Really? What's the game about, if it's not a secret?"

"It's about birds," I said with a faint smile, lost in memories.

"Judging by your smile, we're in for another interesting project."

"We'll do our best not to disappoint."

Our conversation continued until we reached my building.

"Alex, do you live here?" Vicki asked, wide-eyed. "This place is famous! How on earth did you buy an apartment here? I heard the prices are insane."

"Don't remind me. Thinking about it still hurts," I said, recounting my tragic tale of real estate.

"You could've chosen something cheaper."

"It's my little indulgence. I only pick the best!"

"Is it because you were poor for so long? Maybe you're overcompensating? Psychological trauma and all that?"

"I don't know. I won't deny it, but I'm not sure. Maybe that's it. Let's go in."

I opened the door to reveal the luxurious interior of my apartment.

"Wow, it's beautiful!" Vicki gasped, enchanted.

"Tea, coffee, espresso, cappuccino, juice, compote? What'll it be?"

"You know, in these cases, a lady is usually offered wine or champagne," she teased. "But I know you don't drink, so you probably don't keep any. I'll take orange juice if you have it."

"Sure, just a minute."

"Alex?"

"Yes?" I asked, opening the fridge to retrieve the juice.

"Why did you run away that night after our first date? You refused to spend the evening with me. Was there a reason? Are you… gay, by any chance?"

I nearly dropped the decanter. "What kind of ridiculous thoughts are born in your red head?! I'm as straight as they come. The most natural naturalist of naturalism!"

"Then why? I'm curious."

"Ugh, that bad habit of yours—always digging for answers! Fine. You would've found out sooner or later anyway. I have… a little quirk."

"Why do I have a bad feeling?"

"I want a harem."

And there it was. The silence stretched between us.

"In theory, I should slap you right now, you know?"

"Yes! That's exactly why I refused you that day. I was afraid you'd kill me."

"And what's changed now? Why are you so bold?"

"This time, I know you won't leave me. You'll accept me as I am."

"What makes you so sure? I could leave right now."

"I won't let you."

I grabbed her waist with one hand and traced the contours of her face with the other, stopping at her soft lips.

"Getting bossy, are we? I'm starting to like it," she purred. "So… are you going to get down to business or not?"

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Victoria jumped on me, and I greedily dug into her lips. Sitting on top and almost tearing my clothes, she began to cover me with kisses, going lower and lower from my lips to the groin area. Moving down to my groin, she began to slowly caress the head of my cock with her tongue.

Victoria swallowed the cock completely and began to rhythmically move her head, as if licking a lollipop. Stopping, she began to take off her dress. At this point, she did not take her eyes off me, trying to catch my every emotion.

I knelt down, pulled her towards me and began to establish a wet path, swirling my tongue around her navel. Then I went down to her mound of hair and began to please her there.

Feeling my caresses, she no longer controlled herself. She gave in to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. With her hands she buried herself in my hair and pressed me with even greater force to her crotch.

A quiet, drawn-out moan escaped from her chest. Such unusual spasms overcame her and she went limp. After a short respite, Vikki wrapped her arms tighter around my neck, wrapped her legs around my torso, immediately feeling the not small phallus of her lover.

We intertwined in passion and kissed, biting each other's lips. Having torn myself away from her tender, but already bitten to the blood lips, I began to suck her breast to give her more pleasure.

We continued our mad galloping for another thirty minutes, and then we both leaned back on the soft bed. I wanted to let her rest a little, but after a couple of minutes, having caught her breath a little, Vikki climbed on me again…