Montage Part 1

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

The passing days fell into a familiar rhythm for our protagonist, Bran, as he navigated the vibrant streets of Republic City. Gone were the days of relentless struggle and mere survival. Now, he reveled in a newfound freedom, unbound by the constraints of his previous existence.

Bran had spent every waking moment since as long as he could remember just struggling to survive, doing his best to make money by hiring on with the different Triads without getting tied down to any one of'em. Working his ass off in the factories during the days. Sending a little extra Yuan Ina's way when he wasn't spending it on broads or booze.

But now?

From sunrise to sunset, Bran indulged in the simple pleasures that life had to offer. His pursuits were straightforward and unapologetic—sleeping, eating, and fucking.

All that struggle was gone. Like it never was.

Republic City became his playground, a vast canvas where he pursued encounters with women from all walks of life. Social class held no sway over his decisions; he sought the companionship of nobles and commoners alike, benders and non-benders, relishing the diversity that embraced him.

Bran's audacity knew no bounds. He fearlessly pursued his cravings, sometimes engaging in vigorous fuck-sessions in broad daylight which no one minded in the least as he railed some uptight broad in an alleyway or bent the plump ass of a street vendor over his cock while her daughter looked on in envy. The city streets became his stage, where he could assert his desires without fear of judgment or reprisal. Even the most private of spaces became his domain, with the ladies of affluent households welcoming him into their sanctuaries with open arms—and legs.

Triad stash houses were no longer fortresses to be feared; they became mere stepping stones for Bran to seize whatever he desired, be it goods or the company of their hard-ass women. Even the hallowed halls of government ministries, prestigious company offices, and sacred temples were not beyond his reach. The once-exclusive mansions of the nobility were now open invitations, beckoning him to explore their opulent confines.

And it wasn’t just the sexual freedom that Bran was enjoying. Being able to take grapes from the vendor and lie on the calm waterfront for hours, listening to the noise fade away as he slowly ate his food. Or when he spent an afternoon on a picnic blanket, just listening to two women talk about their lives with him using their bodies as a napping spot. Sure, they left the space as a lesbian couple only willing to fuck Bran over their boyfriends, but it was still a relaxing experience for all of them.

He’d done anything his heart desired. Pissing in the street. Drawing on a cop’s tits. Farting on the Earth Queen. Taking the finest automobile for a joy ride. Streaking through Future Industries. Cumming on the face of a politician as she was about to give a speech. Everything he could do was freely taken.

Republic City was a big place. A place of diversity and culture. And Bran was just adding to that cultural diversity, spreading his seed across all walks of life.

Even as he bounced around Republic City like a catgator in a statue park, the normalities he'd set in motion spread like wildfire.

Like tendrils of a growing vine, they spread and evolved, intertwining with the unique circumstances and experiences of countless individuals. As people from all walks of life encountered these normalities, they began to adapt and shape them to fit their own perspectives and beliefs. The initial seeds of change planted by Bran now flourished over time, taking on diverse forms in different situations. In various corners of the city, the normalities gained traction, weaving their way into the daily lives of its inhabitants. They were no longer abstract concepts but rather concrete manifestations of altered behavior and perception.

Each encounter, each interaction, added layers of complexity to the evolving tapestry of social norms. From the interactions between friends at a local teahouse to the conversations held by colleagues in bustling marketplaces, the changes were gradual but powerful. The evolution of the normalities was propelled by the ebb and flow of societal interactions, as the city's inhabitants embraced, reshaped, and reinterpreted these emerging paradigms, contributing to the gradual formation of a new social fabric.

Of course, the hero of this story was completely oblivious to all this as he focused on what was right in front of him: an endless feast of pussies, tits, asses, and more.