Chapitre 14: Trouble in Sight
Aaron felt something deep down in his guts and hastily stood up from his seat, moving quickly towards the window in his office that granted him a view of the world outside. He gazed in the direction towards the Eastern Border of Bambara Village with a mildly worried look on his face.
'What energy is this?' the Demon King pondered as he massaged his jaw.
Something wasn't feeling right and his natural demonic instincts were telling him so.
CRACK!
The noise of glass shattering on the floor from the next room distorted his thoughts and Aaron went over to see. Opening the door to his office, he was startled at first but immediately maintained composure and cleared his throat.
Just as he entered the room where the noise had come from, Aaron's golden eyes nearly lost their light. In front of him was Elsa who had bent down to pick the large shards of glass among the many that littered the floor.
Her back was turned toward her master and her butts were raised in her bending posture as she unknowingly flashed Aaron the view of her flower-patterned, orange pant that was so tightly fitted to her genitals that Aaron could make out the cleft of her private part in that one quick glimpse.
'That's fat,' Aaron thought, his mind harassed by the inviting view of Elsa's cameltoe.
Aaron had absorbed every part of this precious sight before Elsa realised that he was standing right behind her. Only doing so because she felt Aaron's firm grip on her waist.
Startled, Elsa jerked up immediately, brushing her big butt over Aaron's cock and feeling the thickness of Aaron's Sacred Rod down there.
As she jumped up, her eyes rolled up and she let out a soft sigh that passed the wrong message to Aaron. Elsa's cheeks burned with shame and she hurried away, lowering her head and apologising.
"I'm... I'm s-sor-sorry, m-ma... master!" she cried out with an embarrassed look on her face.
"Now, you've done it, Elsa. Stupid Elsa. Now, Master Aaron is going to fire you," her inner thought scolded her.
"Are you alright?" Aaron simply asked, not carried away by her yelling.
"Y-Yes!"
Aaron looked at the pieces of glass on the floor and then at the shelf, only to see that it was his glass jar.
His eyes twitched and his veins became engorged with his face slowly turning red from building rage. Elsa noticed this and immediately sought to quell his anger by apologising over and over again until Aaron was tired.
Aaron sighed, knowing that there was nothing he could do to her for shattering his glass jar.
"Just clean this up."
"Y-Yes, master!"
Aaron paused and watched Elsa for a while as she immediately started cleaning. Elsa acted differently than when they just met some hours ago. Back then, she was overly confident that he could have mistaken it for arrogance but here she was now, as his apprentice, being all subservient to him.
What happened to the Elsa he met?
Aaron sighed again and went back into his office.
Elsa peeked from the corner of her eyes and when she couldn't see her master again, she let go of the broom in her hand and raised her skirt.
Rubbing her fingers over her pants, she felt it and it was moist. The mere accidental contact between her master's rod and her coochie had made her feel some type of pleasurable sensation that she wet herself.
'I didn't pee on myself, did I?' Elsa wondered, ignorant of what had happened to her.
She didn't understand what that feeling was, however, she wanted to feel it a second time, if not a few more times.
Thinking about it for some time and making no headway, she decided to pick up her broom and go back to her chores.
Aaron shut his door and headed over to a small room that he created inside his larger office.
A small lab.
That was where he worked on his pills and potions.
He started working on the one he had been on for quite some time now. Even as he kept himself busy, Aaron couldn't shake off the disturbing thoughts of an impending danger.
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The savage named Whisper fell backwards and a thin stream of blood spilled from his nose. He had suffered a nosebleed from inhaling the awful, rancid smell that oozed from his boss's mouth.
It was terrible and almost as if it had gotten worse with every second that passed. Regardless, Whisper shook it off in seconds and tried to stand but he still felt very hazy.
The other frail member of this bandit group kept his distance from the boss as he reported their current situation, buying time for Whisper to regain his calm.
"We've arrived, boss. This is Bambara Village," he announced to the burly man, who was their boss.
"It doesn't matter. Since they refused to pay their protection fee, we enter there and we take as much as we can!" the boss bawled.
After a few seconds, he looked around, only to see his group with weird, sickly expressions on their faces.
He shouted the same statement again and this time, unable to bear a third chant, they managed to offer an encouraging response.
"Let's go!"
The crew proceeded toward Bambara Village in their numbers, growling and snarling in anticipation of the chaos they were about to cause.
The big man and his group stormed into the Bambara Village, establishing their presence with their number.
Most of them were barechested and scary-looking with multiple scars on their bodies—chest, belly, face, arm and pretty much every other place.
Bulging eyes.
Grinning faces.
Eerie giggling.
Yellow teeth and rancid smell in the air.
In their hands and on their backs were weapons of different kinds. Swords, spears, sickles, short knives, clubs, rods et cetera. As long as it was made of metal and could cut or slash, they had it as a weapon.
The first person in the Bambara Village to notice them was a middle-aged woman who was going about her business until she noticed Whisper and the group that accompanied him. This woman screamed at the top of her lungs, abandoning the basket she carried on her head as she fled.
The woman ran into the village shouting.
"Bandits!"
"Bandits! They are here!"
"Bandits are here!"
Eventually, Aaron got a wind of what was happening even though by this time, the hulking man and his group had started their raid and ravishing.
Aaron left his small lab and went out of his office to meet Elsa standing at the entrance with her grip tight on her broom.
"What are you doing here?"
Elsa turned. "Master?"
She smiled and pointed forward, guiding Aaron's eyes to the strangers approaching his Touch of Nirvana Clinic.
Aaron facepalmed, shook his head and heaved a loud sigh.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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