In the tiny living room of a small hut located at the other end of the small village that the three adventurers thought had been abandoned, Jean lay down under the heavy wooden table roughly carved from two tree trunks to repair this piece of furniture with feet worn out by the years and whose moths feeds daily."You see, kid, when you will have muscles like mine, you too will be able to be useful to your so pretty mother. Speaking of this beautiful woman with the such a generous cleavage, is there a man hanging around in this house? No, um, that leaves me free to spend a very pleasant night. Kid, your mother love the..."
First this man stole his crawfish baskets, then he made his show him the way home, and now the idiot"s doing everything he can to get his mommy to notice him. Angry, the little boy with brown hair scattering in all directions, looks at the heavy hammer in his hand and, not being able to stand the bad words of this brute, he throws it with all his strength on the calf of the idiot who now explains to him how attractive his nice mummy"s b.u.t.tocks are to men.
(Slam) "Ugh, that was a treacherous blow that even a Goblin wouldn"t allow himself to strike. Come back here, kid. Come back, my boy. I have no intention of scolding you. I just have a few more questions about your adorable little mama."
Jean strokes his aching head. If the hammer stroke wasn"t so pleasant, it was only the trigger that caused him to straighten up and hit his head on the thick wooden table. A little disappointed that the boy had run away, Jean sighs. He lies down again under the table to repair it and comforts himself by thinking that tonight, perhaps, he will be able to share a bed with two beautiful women.
Sitting on a chair not far from the warrior, Branco sips a carrot juice. The quiet young man, likes very much to observe the silly smile which is born on the face of his leader as soon as the latter is in the presence of beautiful women. Satisfied with this very amusing sight, without a word, he brings the gla.s.s to his lips.
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"Huhuhu"
In the kitchen, believing she can hear that little mocking laugh that she will never forget, Gina immediately turns around. When her eyes fall on the beautiful little blonde girl sitting in front of the table, patiently and finely dicing the tomatoes, she shakes her head inside.
"Are you all right, Miss Gina?"
Gina turns back to the small countertop again. Her eyes meet those of the nice blonde woman who has the kindness to offer them a meal that she hopes will cheer her up a little, which since this vision of horror, is at its lowest point. Not wanting to worry this adorable woman, Gina does her best to give her a big smile.
"Yes, thank you, ma"am, I"ve just had a lot on my mind these days and I"m afraid I"m a little stressed."
Seeing the sadness in that young girl"s eyes, the beautiful woman doesn"t want to continue this silly charade. Her hand rests gently on Gina"s wrist. Her sensual mouth opens, but just as she wants to confess, a tomato dice gets caught in her hair.
"I, uh... To... Anyway, Miss Gina, if you need anything tonight, you can count on me."
"Huhuhu"
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At the table, the little brown boy doesn"t take his eyes off the little girl who, since the arrival of the 3 adventurers, has become his sister. Why did his mother agree to play such a idiot game? Anyway, this girl is completely crazy, so why try to understand what"s going on in her head. (Splash)
"Sorry, big brother, I was coming to get some more soup and just then you moved your arm."
With his hair dripping with thick crayfish soup, the little boy clenches his teeth. Which demon did he drive into his own house? She"s mean, she"s annoying, and the worst part is, he"s her favorite victim. (Splash)
"Excuse me, Miss Gina, I was trying to help myself to get some soup and just then you pushed me with your huge head."
So as not to laugh at the sight of her son and Miss Gina covered in soup, the beautiful woman looks down at her plate.
"Hahaha, you both look really stupid. Hahaha, what an idea to move when someone"s serving soup."
Less educated and certainly less intelligent, Jean bursts out laughing as he points to the two victims.
"Huhuhu"
No, this time she didn"t dream. Although her ears are filled with this thick, greasy soup, Gina knows that the little girl who supposedly answers to Lucy"s name can only be that little plague of Hera.
Yes, that little mocking laugh and those jokes that can only make children or simple minds like that of Jean laugh... Gina now has no more doubts. And even if her hair, her eyes and even her face are different, seeing at the little smile that the child is no longer able to contain, it reinforces all the more the certainty of the pretty young woman.
Ignoring her neglected appearance, she suddenly stands up and pushes her chair back. Two steps are enough to reach the sides of the child who, knowing that she has been unmasked, now cries with laughter. Gina is very angry with the evil Hera and lifts the little girl from her chair, but just as she is about to slap her on her little a.s.s, a painful conflict takes place in her mind.
Gina observes the little blonde girl holding herself stomach. She was so worried about this child. Her eyes run through her tiny body. This demon has stalked her every day for so long.
"Sweetie, if you only knew how much I"ve worried about you."
Unable to decide which att.i.tude is best, Gina lets her heart speak. She lifts Hera up, holds her tight with her left arm and covers her with a thousand kisses...
... (Slam) (Kiss) (Slam) (Kiss) (Kiss) (Slam) ... on the other hand, to punish her for all the bad things she did to her, her right hand is headed towards her small b.u.t.tocks and gratifies them with a mult.i.tudes of slaps.
"Helene, help, a crazy woman is beating me."
Seeing Gina moved to tears, Jean focuses his eyes on the beautiful Helene"s heavy chest. A little moved by this adorable scene which reaches his ears, Branco dries the small tears which run along his cheeks. Very embarra.s.sed by the l.u.s.tful look of the warrior, Helene forgets Hera and puts her hands in front of her cleavage. As for little Cliff, he gets up and applauds this young woman that from this day on, he decides to take as an example to follow.
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"However, Helene, your land is to be placed under royal guardianship and I fear that from now on your life will not be so peaceful. Soldiers have a habit of doing whatever comes to their minds and as a beautiful woman living with a young child, please believe me when I tell you that they will enter your house more often that a dog runs toward its bowl. Please come with us. Little Hera is the adopted daughter of the guild master of the town of Griven. One word from her, and you will have a home and a job.
Hera listens to Jean words while she caresses her painful little bottom and although she is guilty of all the dead who lie in the depths of the abyss, she does not regret it at all. As her father and Caius said: the weak who do not defend women do not deserve to live.
"Yes, Helene, come to Griven. If you can"t, don"t worry. I"ll punish all the wicked soldiers who come to rob in your house."
Gina caresses the soft blonde hair of that reckless little girl who is sitting down on her lap. "Don"t talk nonsense, Hera. Soldiers are very strong. A bowl of soup won"t be enough to punish them."
Helene gives Hera an explicit look. The little girl nods her head and grabs Gina"s nose.
"I"ll think about your proposal tonight, but for now, let"s eat."