Chapitre 19: The Chieftain of Crimson Melon Town
Seeing the entourage of four curvaceous women in front of him who tagged themselves as the retinue of the chieftain, Aaron sighed and made one realisation.
"Tsk, I reincarnated in a village ruled by women?"
Aaron was both disgruntled and delighted with this new knowledge. For his own selfish interest, he was happy but for the sake of the men living in Bambara, he was gravely disappointed at how they were being led by women.
"I take it you're the cabinet of the chieftain?"
"Yes, you are right," the blue-haired one in front answered immediately. "We are the cabinet."
Aaron stepped back and sat on his desk with his hands relaxed on the table beside him.
"How may I help you then?" he asked.
Their sudden arrival at his clinic was a thing of surprise.
Did the chieftain need his consultation too?
Has he become that popular?
One of the women stepped forward with a letter in her hand. She took elegant steps towards Aaron, swaying her hips with experience and in the most inviting way Aaron could even think of.
This woman was the tallest of the four and had an aura that made Aaron assume her to be the leader of the group since she was also the most outspoken one among them.
She had long ocean-blue hair that extended beyond her hips with two long chin-length strands that framed her face.
She approached Aaron, placing a hand on his desk and bending down towards him.
Aaron blinked twice, staring at her and the titties that she flaunted at him. This particular member of the cabinet had breasts for days, large enough that it was obvious her clothes were struggling to hold them in.
Aaron got a few glimpses of her cleavage and a teaser view beyond that within the short time she bent forward to hand him the missive.
He raised his eyebrows as he read the content of the message. "An invitation?" Aaron muttered after reading.
The blue-haired woman nodded. "Mm-hmm."
Blue Hair leaned forward even more, pursing her lips with gleaming eyes and the tone of her voice lowering as she spoke of the chieftain with undue admiration.
"Count yourself lucky, peasant. The chieftain had been gracious enough to invite you to her court."
Blue Hair shivered as she talked, not a shiver from cold or the rigors of sickness but the shivers of pleasure. Aaron noticed the mild trembling of her body as she clutched her long skirt tightly between her thighs while the other three women watched in silence.
Aaron couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. This blue-haired had left him completely dumbfounded. This woman looked like she was infatuated with the chieftain she was praising at the moment.
****
Several minutes later.
The other three members of the cabinet carried Blue Hair as they departed from the clinic. She was weak and nearly passing out with her legs shaking.
Her face was remarkably flushed and she muttered incomprehensible words born from immense pleasure like a person who was intoxicated.
Aaron folded his arms while standing at the entrance of his clinic, watching the four bizarre women return from whence they came until they disappeared on the horizon.
"Master," Elsa called, coming forward to stand by Aaron's side.
Aaron glanced at her.
"What did they want?" she asked, facing forward in the path the cabinet trode on their way back home.
"They want me to meet the chieftain."
Elsa froze with her eyes flickering. "What!"
She pulled on her master's cloth.
"What for, master? What for?"
Aaron did not understand this strange and sudden behaviour that Elsa exhibited.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know yet."
Tears rolled down from Elsa's eyes and she sniffled.
"What's the matter? You're crying."
"It's nothing, master. It's just that you've been kind to me and I won't want to lose you like that."
"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?"
Elsa shook her head, not wanting to speak any further until Aaron approached her and put his hands on her arms.
He rubbed her arms softly and gently. "Come on, tell me. Is there anything I should know?"
Elsa began to warm up to his touch and nodded.
"About the chieftain?" he inquired further.
Elsa nodded again and began to cry even more.
Aaron glanced up and shook his head, with annoyance slowly building inside him.
What did all the women take today?
"What about the chieftain?"
Elsa made the chieftain sound like a vile evil that must be avoided and Aaron had no memories of the person in question, unless he was yet to access them but that would be much later.
What he needed now was information that would help him in the next two days, when he was scheduled for departure to the palace.
Aaron grabbed Elsa's arms, this time his grip was not soft and gentle. It was tight and slowly crushing. Elsa felt mild stings of pain as she looked at her master's face, scared of what she was gazing upon, Elsa vomited every information she had on the chieftain the very next minute.
"That's more like it," Aaron applauded and rubbed her hair. "It wasn't so hard, was it?"
"By the way, clean up that pool of liquid in my office,"
Elsa bowed and hurried back inside. "Yes, master."
Aaron thought about the most striking thing that Elsa had said about the chieftain.
"A monster that is said to devour men."
Was the invitation a trap set for him?
Did the chieftain already figure out who he was and wanted a taste of his power?
Was he a target to be eliminated from this world?
Aaron grinned maliciously, shrugged his shoulders and went back to his office, deciding not to bother himself with thoughts of a person he was yet to meet.
****
After hours of travelling, the four members of the cabinet arrived at the chieftain's palace.
Their presence was announced throughout the court, bringing joy to the face of the chieftain with her lips arching into a satisfied smile.
A man entered the chambers of the chieftain and was instantly flabbergasted that he rushed to shut the door and leave.
This man had scars on his naked body and an iron collar around his neck that was fastened to a chain.
"What is it?" the commanding voice of the chieftain halted his steps.
"My... my chieftain, the members... of the cabinet have returned," the servant announced.
"Very good," the chieftain replied, lifting her regal robe from her legs to cover her buttocks and back.
"Tell them to wait for me in the throne room."
"Y-Yes… my Lady Chief-chieftain!"
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