Chapter 4: Poor Homan!

The muscles in his body tensed as he narrowed his eyes to look at the target in front of him. His eyes were filled with coldness as Homan walked near him.

When Homan arrived near him he raised his hand and there was a sneer on his face.

His cruel hand moved toward Homan who was walking steadily unaware of the danger on his head.

10 centimetres, 8 Centimeter, 5 centimetres…

His hand arrived near the position of his next. At this time Homan felt something wrong too. He turned his head and his pupil dilated as he saw a hand of a man in a black cloak moving towards his neck.

The man in the black cloak looks like a grim reaper who came to harvest his life.

Does someone want to kill me? He thought to himself as he tried to move and dodge the hand. But he noticed it too late as the man's hand was a centimetre away from his neck. He is not a warrior so he can react quickly.

'It's over' He closed his eyes in despair as he waited for a miserable end and horrible pain. But he never experienced the horrible pain as the hand rested on his shoulder and heard a voice.

"Young guy, don't drink too much, it's bad for your health," Easton said as he walked away in a hurry after telling this.

There was only Homan who stood there with a dumbfounded face.

Sweat filled his forehead but he kept looking at the retreating back that disappeared in the darkness.

Only after a cold wind blew on his face that he react, "Damn! Bastard you dare to tease me like this? Ah"

He shouted in anguish as his roar attracted people. Before no one noticed Easton because of the location thus no one knew what exactly happened.

Homan cursed a few more times and walked away because more and more crowds gathered around him.

While walking toward the Clear breeze pavilion he kept cursing in a low voice.

"Damn don't let me meet, otherwise I will kill you with my hand and make your life worse than death!" he muttered to himself as he arrived near the gate of the place.

Seeing the guards in front of him a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes as he tossed a gold coin to them.

Others did not stop him as he is a regular customer here. After entering various smells of various perfumes hit his face as he heard a lot of noise from the distance.

In the distance, there is a stage where women wearing thin and revealing clothes are dancing and charming the souls of many.

Their faces are beautiful and they are donned with makeup. All of them have voluptuous bodies which make men drool like an idiot. They use their various assets to attract the men present. From the deep valleys to the heavenly twin cushions. From the long legs to the juicy lips all of these attracted the customers.

Homan glanced at this girl with a hot gaze but he did not dare to go there. For the simple reason that he does not have money!

All the people who go to that place are nobles or extremely rich people. He is no match for them.

He walked up to the second floor as he saw many women were standing near the door with thin revealing clothes.

Seeing him coming many women chuckled, "Oh isn't this young master Homan? Since the last time you came here, no man can satisfy me. My body is craving for you~~"

"Young master Homan, come here! Today I wore the innerwear you liked the most. The one that is made from thread~~"

"No young master Homan came here! I have good wine with me. Let's have a beautiful night today~~"

All the women shouted in a coquettish voice as they seduced Homan. They gave him a flirting glance and they picked up their dresses to invite him.

Seeing all these women scrambling for him Homan felt satisfied as he gradually forgot the previous prank.

But he did not go over there as he is going to the third floor today. Today he has a lot of money so he is going to get a top beauty to serve him.

These low-grade women will not have a chance to experience their masculine body today.

"Don't worry I will come tomorrow. So you better be ready for my ravaging." He did not look toward them as he continued toward the third floor.

"Ahh~~ Young master you are so domineering! I am already wet don't go~~"

"Ehh! Young master this slave will wait faithfully wait for your return…"

He heard several exclamations behind him and was satisfied. He moved toward the third floor when his back disappeared and all the woman face changed as they revealed a look of disgust.

"Che! A big fish slipped out of hand.."

"Yes this idiot can only last for two minutes and he thinks that he is very domineering? And very muscular? Peh if not for the fact that he has so much money this lady would have spit on his face.."

"Don't say it like that, The shorter he last the better for us. We can get a lot of money for just tickling for two minutes…"

"Yes, that makes sense! Eh? Another dumbass is coming up! start with the act…"

"Ah! Young master Melo? This slave missed you…"

Another round of deception started but Homan is unaware of this. Currently, he is standing inside a room naked in front of him is a blonde beauty with some underwear on her body.

At this moment she was laying in the bed with her ass in the air as she looked at Homan with silky eyes and said seductively, "Young master come one~~ I can't hold it much longer."

Homan could not resist much as rushed to the bed and flexed his five-centimetre tool in front of the woman with a proud face.

Seeing the admiration of the other parties eyes his five centimetres tool became harder as he held the women's ass and ripped the underwear.

Looking at the two holes in front of him his breath ragged. He moved his waist backwards as he prepared to do a mighty dive inside the women.

As for which hole? It depends on luck!

He moved his waist forward with all his might as he gradually closed his eyes. He was anticipating a soft sensation and an ecstatic moan of the women.

But this never happened as he heard another sound.

Puch!

"Ahhh"

Along with this sound, he felt unimaginable pain from his groin. He looked around and saw that he was no longer in the room but a dark alley in front of him was no beauty but a wall.

He looked down with a pale face and his eyes rolled down immediately.

That five-centimetre tool, the only asset he has, has now disappeared! Leaving just a pair of lonely raisins.

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