In a hurry so as to not get discovered, I quickly close my pants, pick up the sword, and gesture to Naomi to cover her exposed breast. Her eyes glow with lust as she stares at my face still on her knees. When I turn around to the ajar door, the sight of the blonde lying on her back, sprawled out on the bed, has me gawking like an idiot. Unfortunately, I don’t have time for this. Neither for the blonde, nor for the widow. I don't want to think about it any longer, lest my cock stiffens once more. With a sigh, I lean and kiss Naomi’s forehead, whispering, “I need to go, but I promise I will return to pay you back in kind. We’ll meet at your place.”In a bit of a haze after the powerful orgasm I’ve just had, I quickly head out. I open the door and step out into the hallway. At the other end, a guard looks at me with a strange expression. His eyebrows raise when he sees me. Then he frowns and starts marching toward me. It’s too late to turn back, and I can’t make a run for it becaus

The guards run after me, their swords raised high, completely disregarding Bree and the corpses. I bet they’ll think I’ve killed them, not a woman who just happens to be in the way. After a short distance, a carriage passes me on the main street, and I jump behind it, holding onto it tightly for dear life. The coachman stares at me and curses me out, his hands on the reins, looking me over, probably assuming I’m a murderer by the blood on my face and clothes. With all the limelight on me, I find a good footing spot and move my right hand to take the few coins I have on me. They’re just weighing me down anyhow. I throw them at the coachman, and the man bows to me, tipping his hat while tapping it with his hand. Then, with loud whistles, he waves the reins on the horses’ backs, and the carriage takes speed. He doesn’t look concerned at all anymore, as he probably can always tell to the guards he didn’t see me in his haste. The wheels hit the cobblestones of the street with such forc

The widow licks her lips. In response, I move my thumb from her chin to her lower lip.“Take off your stockings and panties,” I order. Her head shakes from side to side, her face flushes as it slips out of my hands. “Not here.”“Why not?” “Anyone could see us…”I chuckle, but my voice remains commanding. “Were you embarrassed when you sucked me off at the palace? Someone could have seen that. You didn’t seem to care when you gulped down my essence. Naomi, I want you to show me how much you want to drink some more.”As she gulps, her hands obediently slip beneath her skirt. She begins to pull down her stockings. I watch her, my back against the chimney as I sit down comfortably.Stockings and panties off, she presses her legs together and tugs down her skirt. She tucks everything she took off inside the apron's pocket, probably afraid to lose them. Her thighs are smooth, toned, and firm. No imperfections whatsoever.My cock throbs under the pressure of its confinement. I can feel it

In the afternoon, the roof is all fixed, and hopefully, no more leaks will happen. As I pridefully survey my work, I hear System’s voice once again.[Now seems the best time to mention the updated stats and the overall summary of tasks and accomplishments][Here are the updated stats for user David Mcconnell]Women fucked: 2Women satisfied: 2Blowjobs received: 5 (+1)Blowjobs given: 3 (+1)Orgasms inflicted: 8 (+2)Highest time lasted: 147 minutes and 48 secondsTotal sexual encounters: 4 (+1)[Side task completed: Repair the widow’s roof. Rewards pending user’s choice][One active side task still in progress: Have a threesome or a foursome][Main Task: Become the king of Zhenaria]As I stare at the message, I notice System left a note. It says:[You haven't had any new sexual partners except for Naomi and Bree, so I'm afraid your number of women satisfied has stayed at two]She likes to point out any faults, huh? Whatever. Fucking the widow is pretty great on its own. Show me the p

Naomi enters the shop. Before I can follow, a young woman dressed in a servant’s outfit comes running out. Her eyes shine with happiness, and I notice she has something in her hand: a small vial.I watch her scurrying away while holding the vial to her chest like it’s a priceless treasure. Shaking my head, I step into the shop to follow the widow. As soon as I enter, the perfume hits me. It’s strong and smells like a chemical store. The far wall is lined with bookcases, but books aren't the only things on display. Nestled among the old volumes are several glass jars filled with colorful liquids. They range from bright red to deep blue to light purple. Each contains an unknown substance; the labels withhold the names, but they tell me enough: Poisonous. Explosive. Dangerous.There are two other women apart from Naomi waiting at the counter. They look at me a tad suspiciously before averting their gazes. From behind a red curtain in the back of the shop, a man comes out with a vial