Jealousy burnt through the hearts and faces of the BMX ladies. They hated the scene that was unfolding right in front of them. The new girls were chatting and having fun in the tower? Which means that this was not their first time of being here. If it was their first time, they would be comported and calm. They wouldn't feel like they were at home!Laughing and acting this way meant that they had been here before. Realising this made the BMX ladies burn with jealously. They always wanted to be the face of everything, including that of the tower. In short, in the past, they had claimed to be the direct link to the tower. But now they realise that the new girls are beating them to everything. "It could have been us. Why is it always them!!!"One of the BMX ladies gritted her teeth, glaring at the girls. When the new set of girls saw the BMX girls, they got up on their feet and bowed in respect to them. The respect that the new girls accorded to the BMX ladies did quite the wonder f
Not one of the girls was not confused by Damien's sudden order. He had yelled at all of them. At first, the girls had thought he was referring to Lisa only. Wasn't she the one who provoked him?! But now, he wants all of them to remove their clothes?Each girl glared at Lisa. She was the cause of their misfortune. Many of them wished they could make her pay somehow. But perhaps in the nearest future, because right at that moment, Damien was impatient. He didn't say any other word to the eighteen. His face said all he didn't. One after the other, the girls started to remove their clothes. For the new girls, it was quite easy for them because they were all putting on gowns. After a while, they were all done removing their clothes. Some of them had bra and panties on, while some had lingerie. Damien looked coldly from the BMx ladies to the Girls You Want. Looking back at the BMX ladies,"Bras and panties are not clothes too? Or do you have a problem understanding simple instructions?
It was the same forest. The same omen. Damien looked around him to be sure that he was safe. After talking to the two groups, he had gone to take a nap. He had been jumping around to and fro all these while that he didn't quite have the time for himself. He hadn't also had the time to enjoy his wealth. He hasn't done what rich people do. Aside from the fact that he owned the Eagle Crest's tower and owned fleets of customised cars, which were in the care of Leroy, yet there were still a couple of things that he should be enjoying. He could go play golf, meet old friends, buy several other things that people around his age and who had close to his status had. He hadn't had the time to think about things like that. And then he had found himself in this forest again? "The Dream Task? Am I doing the dream task again?"There was no threat in sight. He had tried to dig out any form of threat, but he couldn't find anything. The last time he was here, it didn't take much time for the mon
Damien's eyes flipped open. He was sitting on the couch. He sat up. He knew it was a dream, so his breathing pace was not laboured. He looked around. He was in the master bedroom. "What is this dream?"He got up and walked to pour himself a glass of wine. He gulped all at once. "Eighteen female bunnies. A male bunny. Countless deers."He started to pace, an empty wineglass in his hand. "The female bunnies wanted their urges satisfied by the only male bunny in the forest?""A black female came out of nowhere and dominated the event. She wanted to get what she wanted. However, she wanted it. And she did have her way."He sighed, trying to take in the thoughts and have them processed again. "The other white female bunnies didn't fuzz about it. They could have fought the black bunny to stop even if she was in the act. There must be a reason.""Then the deers. They came out of nowhere. Why, though? Why would they come out of nowhere? What was the point of attacking the bunnies? Could i
Damien climbed into the Rolls Royce and redailed the number. He didn't have much stress driving and talking over the phone. The car had a self-driving option. "What are they meeting me as?"He said over the phone. Leroy, who was on the other end of the phone, seemed a little bit confused by his question when he stuttered, "H-huh, Young Master. I'm not sure if I got your question right.""Are they meeting me as the heir of KC, or are they as the new owner of the BMX girls group?"Damien simplified the question for the man. "I'm not sure about that yet. But based on what I could deduce from the call, they were more interested in the new set of girls. I guess that was why they must have called to meet with you."Damien was silent for a while as he waved at the two men who were at the gate of the Boldville Estate. "Did they call you directly or not?"Damien sounded a little impatient. "No, Young Master. Forgive me for not saying everything at once. You see, KC is so large that we hav
Damien was very offended by what one of the elites had just said. He was so offended that he was tempted to summon the clones and have these old twats taught some tangible lessons. But he held back on the urge. He was beginning to have several ideas. He smiled in the face of the men, and they all got lit up by his positive reaction to their demands. "Are you in such a haste to have them?"Damien asked, leaning forward in the chair. "I mean, why not. We have been patient for so long. We are beginning to get tired of those BMX girls.""You were right about them. They absolutely are now grannies. They have lost the sauce and have nothing to offer anymore. They are now a bunch of plastic recycles."Another man said, and the rest laughed for a while. Damien observed closely listening to what the men had said. THEY KNEW I WAS THE ONE WHO CALLED THE GIRLS GRANNIES? OF COURSE, THEY MUST KNOW A COUPLE OF THINGS. BUT I HAVE TO BE SURE ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY KNOW SO THAT I CAN KNOW HOW TO DEAL
Damien had decided to take a stroll and then returned. When he opened the door and stepped in. The atmosphere was stuffy, and everyone seemed bothered.He didn't want to take guesses of what could possibly have happened. He walked to join them. Settling down,"Forgive me for joining you quite late, I was trying to put things together."Damien said, looking from one man to the other. But then he realised that none of the men was really paying attention to him. Each man was busy staring at the screen of his phone. When he couldn't keep ignoring the odds anymore,"What is the matter? Why does everyone look so jumpy and worried?"If none of the men answered his questions, he wouldn't be mad at them. Neither would he be surprised. They were men of a high calibre and should be able to fit the context perfectly. Men like that would hide behind unnecessary events just to shield their worries and dark times. "We won't bother you with things like this."One of the men said. He was sweating
Back in the space of the 2nd tier charity organisation, Damien was settled in a couch, and standing opposite him were the nine ladies. Girls You Want. "I can see that the majority of you are wondering why you are here."Damien started, looking from one girl to the other. It seemed as though it had become a sort of style for this new set of girls to be dressed in the same outfit. But no matter how identical they looked, there was always variance specified by the structures of their bodies and the qualities of their covetures. They had been biding their time, unwilling to speak unless they were spoken to first. Marcus had thought them for a while before bringing them here. "Not really, Young Master. You can have us summonded whenever you want and however you want it. You own us, and we are bound to your desires."One of the girls had started. Another one picked up from them,"The only thing that kept us bothered was just what you said a few days ago. You'd promised that we wouldn't