Bab 114: There is no guidebook for making a harem

That's it, Wyatt. Keep it cool!

Keep it cool!!

Face stern. Shoulders up. Then swagger in like a mother fucking badass, while being bathed in raging flames.

Damn! That's cool!!

They didn't spot me until they felt the heat and the bright rays of light brightening up the night sky behind them. Murmurs. I could see it in their eyes, the fear and blatant trepidation they held for me as they staggered backwards, unsure of whether to approach or question the man bathing in a sea of flames in front of them.

And so, I swaggered in. And they departed like Joseph fleeing away from his treacherous wife of Potiphar, afraid of being seared apart by my flames

The closer I got, I more I could see their confidence slowly being stripped away like a virgin unsure of how to unhook the bra in front of him.

I paused in front of them, turned my head around as though I was trying to catch a glimpse of all their faces, shrugged, and then continued forward.