(nsfw in the end, you can skip))
The stairs leading to the first floor had already been burned down, leaving Roy with no choice but to help the police officers jump down from the second-floor balcony.
For someone with an abdominal wound, this was pure agony—but at least they had made it out alive.
"Nice job, Roy! I've already called for firefighters and ambulances over the radio. Backup will be here soon!"
During the holiday season, emergency services are always on high alert to prevent accidents, so it wasn't long before Roy heard the sound of fire trucks approaching.
Still, he remained cautious, keeping his eyes on the burning house. He hadn't heard the system notification yet.
**[Ding! You have obtained Michael Myers' Fate Chest! Open it now?]**
It wasn't until the fire trucks and ambulances arrived that Roy finally heard the system's prompt, making him breathe a sigh of relief.
Damn, it took nearly half an hour to burn him to death? That guy was ridiculously resistant to fire!
Since 9/11 hadn't happened yet, firefighters in this era responded more swiftly. The three officers with the most severe injuries were immediately loaded into ambulances.
"Roy, thank you. We owe you our lives!"
Hughes was deeply grateful. Before getting into the ambulance, he made sure to express his appreciation.
Roy had the option to leave the injured officers behind and escape on his own—no one would have blamed him, and no one would have even known. But instead, he risked his life to get all of them out.
Especially that last rescue—by then, the fire had grown dangerously intense. Even for an uninjured person, escaping alone would have been difficult. Yet Roy, with a weakened right arm, had still managed to carry a wounded officer to safety.
"No need to thank me, Chief Hughes. Just make sure the town government gives me a nice reward!"
Roy's remark made Hughes laugh.
"Ha! I'll be sure to remind the mayor!"
Roy's injuries weren't too serious—probably thanks to his years of playing football, which had strengthened his body.
Football is a sport notorious for injuries, with running backs being the most vulnerable. On average, they last only five to seven years before injuries force them into retirement. Their careers are painfully short.
Quarterbacks fare slightly better, but they still face brutal tackles from defensive players. Fortunately, Roy had undergone professional training on injury prevention.
A paramedic quickly treated Roy's shoulder, advising him to get an X-ray the next day. Then, the ambulance drove off.
At that moment, Roy remembered Jennifer—she was still in his car.
His old family home had been burning like crazy, yet Jennifer hadn't reacted or even stepped out of the vehicle.
She was really that obedient?
Roy opened the car door and found Jennifer fast asleep. Her face was flushed, and she looked unwell—like she was running a fever.
He touched her forehead. Burning hot.
Was she sick?
She was only wearing thin clothes, likely having been in the middle of changing into her cosplay outfit when Michael had dragged her away.
November nights in Texas could get pretty cold. Wearing something so light, combined with the shock and emotional turmoil she'd experienced, it was no surprise she'd caught a fever.
Roy quickly informed the remaining officers at the scene before driving off with Jennifer.
Taking her home wasn't an option—her so-called adoptive parents' bodies probably hadn't even been cleared out yet.
Bringing her to his own place didn't seem appropriate either.
So, Roy decided to get a room at a local motel.
"Roy, need any protective gear?"
The motel owner recognized Roy. Seeing him arrive with a flushed young woman, he immediately shot him a knowing grin.
Roy ignored the pervy old man, grabbed the keys, and helped Jennifer inside.
After laying her on the bed, he wiped her down with a warm towel and tucked her under the blanket. Then, he headed out to buy some cold medicine.
As he was leaving, the sleazy motel owner cracked another joke.
"Roy, done already?"
That kind of accusation Roy could not let slide.
Fog Falls was a small town—if the motel owner spread rumors, by morning, everyone would believe Roy was some kind of quick-shot.
"I'm just going out to buy something."
"Oh? Need some protective gear? I can sponsor you a few for free!"
The old man pulled out a few unopened packs from behind the counter.
Roy glanced at them and scoffed.
"Those are too small."
The motel owner looked at the standard-sized packages in his hand—these were plenty for most American men! How could they possibly be too small?
Then, his eyes drifted downward to Roy's pants.
This kid… he's a damn monster!
"You little punk! You stuffed something in there, didn't you? No need to fool yourself!"
Roy adjusted his stance slightly. That should make it clear whether anything was stuffed.
"We'll see who's fooling themselves."
The motel owner was utterly defeated, too embarrassed to bring up protection again.
Most stores were closed for Halloween night, so Roy had no choice but to drive to the hospital pharmacy.
On the way, he made sure to call home and let Niddy know he was safe—just so they wouldn't worry.
Meanwhile, Jennifer felt like she was trapped in an endless dream. A woman's voice whispered in her ear, but she couldn't see her face or make out her words.
She vaguely heard a name—but whenever she tried to focus on it, the name slipped away.
"Who are you? What are you trying to tell me?"
Suddenly, Jennifer's eyes snapped open. She was drenched in sweat, lying in an unfamiliar room.
The sound of running water reached her ears. Someone was taking a shower.
Was this… a motel?
She turned toward the bathroom. Through the frosted glass, she could make out the silhouette of a muscular young man.
On the bedside table, she saw an open bottle of cold medicine and a glass of water—still slightly warm.
It didn't take her long to piece things together. She must have passed out with a fever, and Roy had brought her here to rest. He had even given her medicine.
Thinking back to just a few hours ago—when Roy had risked his life to save her—a surge of warmth spread through Jennifer's body.
Inside the bathroom, Roy was struggling to shower. After feeding Jennifer her medicine, he had started feeling uncomfortable himself.
His Batman costume had turned into a battle-damaged mess during his fight with Michael, making it extremely unpleasant to wear.
So, he grabbed a spare set of clothes from his car and decided to freshen up.
But with his right shoulder injured, even showering was a hassle.
Suddenly, he felt a warm body press against his back.
Wait…
Roy turned around to see Jennifer's captivating eyes and her soft, inviting lips.
"Roy… be gentle."
"You too—I can't use my right arm properly right now."
"Ah—"
# you can skip. its reward time!!! #
(Roy pov)
"Ah—I forgot about your injury," Jennifer said, her fingers tracing the bandage on my shoulder.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and my cock twitched in response.
"Let me help you," Jennifer said, her fingers moving to my shirt. She undid the buttons with ease, her fingers brushing against my skin. I shivered at her touch, my cock hardening even more.
She slid the shirt off my shoulders, her eyes never leaving mine. She leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and demanding. I kissed her back, my tongue exploring her mouth.
Jennifer broke the kiss and looked at me, her eyes full of desire. "I want you, Roy," she said, her voice low and husky.
I didn't need any more encouragement. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, my cock straining against my pants. I laid her down and kissed her again, my hands exploring her body.
I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her nipples. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her breasts into my hands. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
She gasped and moaned, her hands moving to my pants. She undid the button and zipper, her fingers brushing against my cock. She pulled it out and stroked it, her fingers warm and soft.
I groaned and thrust into her hand, my cock throbbing with need. I wanted to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.
I moved down her body, my lips trailing kisses down her neck and chest. I reached her breasts and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting it. She moaned and arched her back, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I moved lower, my lips trailing kisses down her stomach. I reached her pussy and spread her legs, my eyes taking in her wetness. I licked her, my tongue flicking against her clit.
She moaned and writhed, her hands gripping the sheets. I licked and sucked, my tongue exploring her pussy. I could feel her getting closer, her moans getting louder.
I slid a finger inside her, my tongue still working her clit. She gasped and moaned, her pussy tightening around my finger. I added another finger, my thrusts getting faster.
She cried out and came, her pussy convulsing around my fingers. I licked her through her orgasm, my fingers still moving inside her.
I moved up her body and kissed her, my cock pressing against her entrance. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me closer, her eyes full of desire.
I thrust inside her, my cock filling her pussy. She gasped and moaned, her pussy tightening around me. I started to move, my thrusts slow and deep.
She moaned and moved with me, her pussy gripping my cock. I could feel myself getting closer, my cock throbbing with need.
I thrust faster, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She cried out and came, her pussy convulsing around my cock. I groaned and came, my cock throbbing inside her.
(End of Chapter)