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"Honey! What's that sound?!"
"...sounds like an explosion! Fuck! The crops! Did someone set fire to our crops?! I will go check it out!!"
"I-I'll come with you!!"
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"What the…?" What is this crater?"
"H-Husband… Is that a m-man in the middle?"
"How the hell did he—"
"He seems to be breathing!!"
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"Let's call the police… and an ambulance too. Go get my phone; I can't see well in the dark, but I think he's bleeding!"
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"Hey! What are you doing staying still?! He'll die!"
"...H-Horns."
"Huh?!"
"H-He has horns!"
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"We should move out of here…slowly. I will get my axe in the barn. You go call the police, okay?"
"Y-Yes—"
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"That's how I fell down to this beautiful waste of a planet!" A man mumbled with a smile, his purple eyes flickered as he observed the group of MILFs standing before him.
Each woman is a beauty of her own, each wearing sports bras and tight pants that would turn a virgin's pants into tents.
"Oh? Then what has caused Lord Incubus to come down to this waste of a planet?" one of them asked, a playful smirk on her face.
"Hmm?" The man hummed, eyeing the woman. She wore a black sports bra that trailed her huge breasts that seemed to struggle to be set free. "What else but betrayal?" The man replied calmly, yet something stirred beneath his eyes, just for a moment.
"Then…" The woman purred, walking towards him, her eyes flickering with amusement. "What does this lord wish to do now? Seek revenge?"
"Revenge?" The man scoffed in refusal. Mirroring her actions, he walked close towards her, almost touching, "My lady, why would I waste my time on revenge when there are beautiful women like you?"
"Oh my, you sure have a glib tongue."
"I can only speak the truth, My Lady. If I had women as beautiful as you back in my world, I would gladly get betrayed a thousand times over." The man added, his purple eyes glinting, as he slowly smelled her scent.
The woman noticed this, but her smile only widened in reaction, as if enjoying it. She was about to step in further, almost pressing her body against his, when a voice cut them off.
"You said you give massages. And…will they be good?" Another among the group asked. She wore a violet sports bra and a haughty look.
"Of course…Madam." He replied, turning to her, almost hesitant to leave the bombshell of a woman trying to press her body against him.
"I am proud of my skills," he said, walking over, all while glancing at another woman, a blonde-haired one, who seemed shy. Reaching her, he continued, "Perhaps, I should show you a glimpse," then quickly turned to the shy blonde, "May I?" He said, asking her for her hand.
The blonde woman was startled by the attention from the man; she quickly turned to her friend, the haughty one, for help, but "Go on, Sarah. It's just a hand."
"B-But…" She wanted to refuse, but since the man was just asking for her hand, she extended her hand, her movement almost mechanical.
"How soft!" The man softly exclaimed as he took her hand in his. Then, pulling her hand toward his lips, he gently kissed her fingers, causing her to involuntarily shudder while the man muttered, "My ladies, please watch and decide for yourselves," and began gently massaging her palm.
At first, her muscles were stiff. She didn't trust him, of course. Why would she? He's a stranger massaging her palm! But as moments passed, she relaxed. And unknowingly, "Ahhn~," a low moan escaped her lips.
"Hiekk!" The blonde woman shrieked in surprise as she covered her mouth with her free hand. She tried to pull her other hand, but the man's grip was firm. He smirked at her reaction, knowing full well how she might be feeling. 'But this…is just the beginning!'
"Ahnn~ Hnng!" The man continued as she tried to suppress her moans, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't. It just felt so good!
The women around her snapped out of this stupor. Surprised by their calm and shy friend suddenly moaning out loud, they turned to the man, whose eyes were glinting purple, and so seemed his fingers? They weren't sure, but they were sure of one thing.
This man…he's the real deal!
But suddenly,
"You can stop now! You have proven your skills!" The haughty woman said hurriedly, glancing at her friend. Not wanting to embarrass her further.
The man, too, complied. He let go of her hand, and as if her legs had turned to noodles, the blonde woman began to wobble, causing another woman to catch her for support.
"I think I have proven my skills, no?" The man asked, a victorious grin on his face.
For a moment there was no answer from the women; they were too shocked by what had just happened. But the woman with the black sports bra quickly regained her bearing, clearing her throat, "Ahem! Mr. Vaelaric, thank you…for the demonstration. You have certainly proven your skills. We will get back to you after the gym session."
Vaelaric gave her a smile, pulling out his card from his pocket. He said, "Well, here's my card. And my shop's just on the next block. I'm giving out free massages for the next five days. I hope I'll see you there…you too, My Lady." He said as he turned to the blonde woman, who shivered at his words.
He then left the women, who now grouped themselves and whispered in a hushed tone. Meanwhile, Vaeleric walked through the gym; some people were exercising, while most…were eyeing each other, especially him.
Ignoring them, 'It's confirmed…this world doesn't have mana!' He muttered inwardly, his tone almost disappointing.
But then suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and turned his head around, his purple eyes falling on the MILF group, who were now chatting to themselves. His eyes glinted while his grin returned. Licking his lips, he added, "Well, even then, they are worth…devouring!"