Chapter 52: Chapter 52 – En Route to the Tomato Run
Chapter 52 – En Route to the Tomato Run
"Of course, my lady," the butler replied as courteously as ever. Entering a low bow, the butler gestured for the baroness to continue along her way as Devon followed behind her, doing his best mute exotic chef impression as he could.
The butler's eyes flashed as Devon walked past, and he felt a not-so-concealed hint of malice from his eyes even beneath the fake smile of the moustached elderly butler. Devon felt a shiver down his spine from the interaction, but just plowed on ahead, fixating his gaze towards the baroness's open back dress and her smooth shoulders.
Looking at the sultry baroness's smooth skin and well shaped back that was slim and feminine with that sexy easy to slip off dress, Devon felt lucky and very satisfied that he got to empty his balls into her twice on the same mission, one time last night and the other time this morning.
Alas, all good things had to come to an end some time or another, and he had the tomato run mission as his next obligation. Making his way further down the hallway following the baroness's lead, he passed the portraits and strange fruit displays he saw earlier yesterday. He walked wordlessly for the next few minutes before reaching that side entrance door from before.
"We're here," the baroness said with a smile, opening the door for him. Devon saw that the carriage driver from yesterday was back now, looking impatiently at a stopwatch timepiece in his hand.
"Late, already so late…" the carriage driver said, adjusting his monocle.
"I'll pay you extra for the hassle~" the baroness reassured the carriage driver. "Thank you Devon for your company. I really enjoyed the… pastries that we made together."
Winking at him and blowing a very slight kiss while making a lewd licking motion with her tongue, the baroness closed the door while wagging her butt ever so slightly, tempting Devon one last time at the end of the mission.
The carriage driver nodded and tapped his stopwatch. "It looks like the mission is successful, I presume?"
Devon nodded. "Yeah. Went pretty well, I think I made the baroness very happy."
"Very well," the carriage drive replied. "Onwards to your next mission. Hop on, and I'll fill you in with the details of the tomato run."
Devon jumped onto the carriage, which began to move with a crack of a whip against the neighing horses drawing it. As the monotony of the road began to settle in again, he began to doze off.
Zzz…
...zzz…
"Master Hall."
Zzz….
The carriage driver turned to speak into the carriage, tapping the side of the wooden boarding to wake Devon up.
"Master Hall, please wake up. We need to debrief you about the mission before you go."
Devon yawned and opened his eyes, having his beauty sleep interrupted by the carriage driver's insistence. He knew that it was probably best to listen to him though.
"Alright… I'm listening," Devon said through a yawn.
The carriage driver began to speak. "Your next mission is a tomato run, which is one of the more difficult missions that the backrooms has to offer. You are commissioned to entertain several young, and dare I say snobby, noble women at a party that they are throwing."
"To do this, you will be dressed as a rabbit and will have tomatoes thrown at you by the women, who may be drunk and rambunctious despite their classy upbringing. This mission requires a large deal of mental fortitude, and is definitely not recommended for novices. I have heard tales of commissioners preferring combat with an ogre over undergoing a tomato run."
"The madame should have cautioned you against taking this job, but she relayed to me that you were insistent upon taking both jobs. I can do no more than wish you the best of luck, master Hall."
Devon nodded. "I got it, you don't have to worry about me. My mental strength is quite strong."
If there was anything that he was particularly good at in this world where he sucked at everything, from sword fighting to running, it had to be taking emotional abuse. He underwent so much pain in his previous life that nothing that these stuck up noble women slung at him would hurt that much, whether it be tomatoes or words or threat or whatever.
The carriage driver sighed. "All right then, master Hall. We will be there shortly."
[author] still have a bit of a fever :c [/author]
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