Men of might fall, conquered by the wildfire of lust~
"Urgh, come on. Don’t tell me that’s the best you’ve got. I thought they said ugly chicks suck better than the pretty ones?" Liam sneered, staring down at the ugly roadside cougar clumsily working her mouth on his shaft inside his truck.
Liam was a young trucker who delivered food packages from the U.S. into Mexico. He was busy, always on the road, and in his free time, he preferred fucking or getting head from prostitutes. And he had quite the standards as he usually picked only the hottest ones. But recently, his fellow truckers swore that the uglier the prostitute, the better the blowjob. They claimed they were gods of fellatio.
But Liam was seeing no god here. This was the third ugly chick that had let him down.
"Jesus, what a bummer. Just get your damn mouth off my dick. I hope I don’t catch herpes," he muttered, casually tossing fifty bucks at her and opening the truck door.
"This is bullshit! We agreed on a hundred!" the cougar barked, pounding on the window violently.
Annoyed, Liam rolled it down. "Be grateful I even gave you fifty. The deal was you make me cum. You didn’t. Now I’m pissed, I want my fifty back," he snapped, reaching to open the door.
She bailed instantly, speed-walking off while shouting curses. "Fuck you!"
"Sigh... such a waste," Liam muttered, slumping back into his seat. He stared at his reflection in the rearview mirror, silently blaming himself for listening to the other truckers. They were just being cheap, chasing a nut for the least amount possible. Liam understood that money was tight for a lot of them.
But for him, it wasn’t just about release. He was in it for the thrill of getting head from beautiful women. The problem was, his job barely gave him time to chase that thrill.
Then again, Liam wasn’t even a real truck driver.
He was a thief. A smuggler. The truck was a front cover. Liam specialized in stealing and trafficking damn near anything. Today, he was smuggling an Obsidian artifact he had stolen from a research facility, trying to get it into Mexico and off to the Russians. This was their final job, the biggest bag of his life. He couldn’t afford to fuck this up.
Still, he also couldn’t help himself from trying to get a blowjob before crossing the border.
With a curse under his breath, he started the engine and continued down the highway. As he neared the checkpoint, he was just behind another truck which the border guards waved through. But as soon as Liam’s truck rolled up, the soldiers changed their tone.
"You! Pull over now!" one barked sharply, their weapons drawn. Voices were raised.
"Fuck!! Who the hell snitched?!" Liam roared, his veins bulging as he slammed the brakes and parked. This was bad.
"Hands up! Get out of the vehicle or we will blow your goddamn head off!" about ten soldiers shouted, their fingers twitching on their triggers.
Liam raised his hands and stepped out. Immediately, four soldiers swarmed him, slamming him to the ground. Another pinned his head with a boot.
"Search the truck!" someone barked, and twenty soldiers rushed in, tearing the trailer apart.
"Commander! We found something that fits the description!" a soldier called out, carrying something wrapped in a towel toward a broad-chested officer.
The commander unwrapped it and lo and behold, it was the stolen artifact. No doubt. He nodded and gave the order to secure it, then walked toward Liam, signaling for the men to force him onto his knees.
"Well, well, look who we’ve got. The infamous bastard that’s been giving the U.S. hell for years. Hiding in plain sight as a trucker. You almost had us. Almost," the commander said, pressing a gun to Liam’s head. "They told me to kill you on sight, but I figured I would enjoy telling you to your face—I fucking hate you for all the shit you’ve caused me."
"Wait. I have one request," Liam said calmly, locking eyes with the commander.
The commander smirked, thinking Liam was about to beg for his life. But Liam wasn’t pleading. He was smiling. Unafraid.
"If I’m going to die, I at least want to know who the bastard was that sold me out."
The commander paused, then grinned. "Thanks to your constant cheating, your dumb girlfriend ratted you out. Now cry about it," he laughed, and his men howled along with him.
"Zara? Zara ratted me out?" Liam muttered in disbelief. Zara wasn’t just his girlfriend—she was his partner. A fellow thief.
’We argued before I left, but... to think she’d actually sell us out,’ he thought bitterly, grinding his teeth. He regretted ever asking her out.
"Well, time to die, Zero," the commander said coldly. A mask was pulled over Liam’s face, and the commander stepped behind him, pressing the barrel of his gun against the back of Liam’s head.
Smoke curled from the muzzle. The casing hit the ground.
Liam’s limp body collapsed, and the only thought in his mind as darkness took him was:
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This is my first work in a while, it’s a story I have long wanted to write. Please read through the early Chapters, as the early ones explore the main character’s past life. Unlike many reincarnation stories, I focused on the details of the character’s death to set a unique foundation.