114: Awkward

Awkward

"You claimed my private meeting with Lisa might hold the clues to her disappearance," Kiba looked at her and said, "So I don't understand why you are suddenly shouting?"

Emily didn't know how to respond. Indeed, when she thought back, it was she who was adamant to know the details, even after he declined by saying it was a private matter.

"My apologies," Emily regained her composure, "Did you two only had sex and didn't discuss anything else?"

"Yes," Kiba nodded.

Emily was not embarrassed to use the word sex. She wouldn't have reacted in a strange manner before if she wasn't caught off guard.

Murder, sex, and violence were an everyday matter for an investigator like her.

"So you two only had sex without any conversation?" Emily's eyes were on the tablet.

"Obviously we had a conversation during sex," Kiba answered in a matter-of-factly tone, "How can you have sex without any conversation at all?"

"...I mean conversation not related to sex?" Emily's forehead was covered with dark lines.

She would have thought he was playing around but the readings on the tablet made her realize he was being serious.

"We did at the end," Kiba answered as he tried to remember details, "She asked me if I can participate in an experiment for her."

"Oh?" Emily was intrigued. She has read Lisa's history and knew she was interested in getting powerful specimens for her experiments.

"Obviously I refused," Kiba continued, "I'm not interested in being a lab rat."

"I see," Emily agreed with him. No sane man would agree to be used as a specimen.

She recalled Lisa has hypnosis ability but it seems either she didn't use it or it proved useless on him.

"Maybe he has a strong mental will," Emily contemplated in her heart, "Or he was using some drug or chip to prevent psychic intrusions."

The greatest fear for any person was to be manipulated by someone else, especially in the current era of mutants. Therefore, scientists created drugs and other enhancements to overcome psychic intrusions.

These drugs and enhancements were very costly and also, they could offer protection to a certain degree only. If the attacker was of Akshobhya level then they would prove useless.

"Perhaps she had sex with him to make him volunteer for an experiment!" Emily further thought.

From eons, seduction has been a very powerful tool used by women to control men. After all, the greatest weakness of men was their thirst for sex.

Seduction was not just sex but offering a man something greater: the chance of owning an extraordinary work of God.

This was a greater weakness than sex. It involved the vanity and ego.

Which man wouldn't like to own beauty for himself? A beauty desired by everyone but only reserved for him?

A woman who can manipulate this desire could make a man do anything, no matter how bizarre. It was the peak of seduction and even the concept of love failed in front of its power.

"Obviously Lisa wasn't an expert in seduction!" Emily concluded in her heart.

"Are there any more questions?" Kiba asked.

"No," Emily shook her head, "But I want to check your memories of that meeting."

"You wish to barge in my brain?" Kiba's gaze turned cold.

"Of course not," Emily quickly clarified.

It was illegal to barge in someone's consciousness to check their memories. Only in the worst crimes could this be allowed, and even that requires sufficient evidence.

"You have to imprint memories of that event in a memory crystal," Emily added.

"Do you have court permission?" Kiba enquired. Even imprinting memories couldn't be done forcefully.

"Yes," Emily clicked a panel on the virtual screen to display the necessary documents.

"Fine," Kiba agreed after verifying the documents, "I'm ready."

"Thank you for the understanding," Emily took out a memory crystal from the drawer, "Please inscribe the memories."

Kiba took the crystal from her hand. The crystal was in the form of a bead, the size of a pigeon's eye.

Kiba closed his eyes, establishing a connection with the memory crystal.

"It is possible to deceive the sensors but not the memory crystal!" Emily thought, "Unless one can manipulate own memories. That would require the help of a very powerful psychic mutant!"

A few minutes later, Kiba returned her the crystal.

"Please wipe out the memories after you are done," Kiba requested sincerely, "It involves the honor of a woman."

"You can rest assured!" Emily was impressed by his conduct.

The readings on the tablet further ensured her that he wasn't pretending to be a gentleman.

"Thank you for understanding," Kiba expressed his gratitude in a polite tone.

Emily placed the crystal inside an orb on the desk. The memories then were displayed on the virtual screen from Kiba's POV.

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"I have wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you!" Kiba said as his hands moved on the back of her dress. 

"Same here!" Lisa replied as she unhooked his pants and traced the awe-inspiring muscles on his chest, "We are going to have a long meeting!"

Kiba grabbed her by her hair and made her kneel between his legs. Lisa opened her mouth to take his enormous erection inside her...

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Emily's face turned red as the memories continued to play. She understood why Kiba called Lisa as a 'M' after seeing how she asked to be spanked.

Lisa was truly masochistic as even after her ass cheeks turned crimson, she continued to beg to be spanked and hammered with more force... something Kiba was more than happy to comply with!

Emily swiped forward the memories and checked the last part. After verifying it matched his previous statement, she switched off the screen.

She was now sure he wasn't responsible for the disappearance of Lisa Rey and her team. Since things were already confirmed, she deleted the memories from the crystal.

Things did turn awkward with both of them looking at each other blankly. There was absolute silence in the room.

For her, it was the first time she was this embarrassed in her career as an investigator. She has viewed memories of fornication before but never like this.

"I'm sorry for making this awkward," Kiba apologized, "Thinking back, it was my mistake to not be clear with you."

"N-no, it isn't your fault," Emily quickly replied.

She has seen the readings from sensors so she knew his actions were natural instead of being staged.

"I'm glad you don't blame me," Kiba sighed in relief, "But still, I have to make up for this."0

"There is no need," Emily replied.

"No, there is," Kiba looked at her in the eyes, "How about a dinner tonight?"

"Dinner?" Emily was startled.

She didn't expect the conversation to take such a turn.

"Good food and wine would make us forget this awkward situation," Kiba explained, "We could even laugh off this moment as a joke while having dinner."

"That's..." Emily felt his words made sense but she couldn't agree, "I'm sorry but we can't have dinner."

"Why?" Kiba asked, startled, "Am I still under investigation?"

"Of course not," Emily clarified, "I have never gone out for dinner with someone I met during work."

"You claimed I am not a criminal so why the hesitation?" Kiba continued, "Or were you thinking of the impression others would have of you?"

Emily was surprised he could understand her dilemma so quickly. She was a single from the last few months so she didn't refuse due to a relationship issue.

Instead, she felt hesitant to be seen with a womanizer.

"I wanted to have a dinner so that we wouldn't remember this embarrassing encounter as the final memory of each other," Kiba rose to his feet. "But it is your right to refuse."

"....." Emily remained silent.

She did felt it was wrong to refuse to his polite intentions but her decision was well thought out.

"There is this saying I once heard," Kiba turned towards the door, "A saying which has helped me in my life so far."

"Which saying?" Emily wondered what saying would be so important for him to mention it now.

"If you know how quickly people forget the dead...you will stop living to impress people![1]"

Kiba left the room without looking back.

Emily was struck on the spot as the words set in her mind. As she thought about her life so far, she realized that she has indeed lived to impress others.

She has taken her happiness in impressing others instead of living for herself. The career she chose, the clothes she wore, the types of men she dated...

Everything was for impressing others instead of herself! She has never thought as such until now.

"Stop living to impress others!" Emily muttered as she dashed out of the room...

[1] Christopher Walken

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