"…Many of your subordinates don't like him."
"Because he's honest?"
"Yeah," Rangda nodded, putting her hands on the king's shoulders. "Because his honesty will kill his career and himself one day."
"I know," Pramudya gulped. Rangda's large and dense breasts were right in front of his face. "Because he honest that's why I entrust the leadership of the Silver Country to him."
"But you have to be careful."
"To those who are jealous of him?"
"No," Rangda said, she looked closely at Pramudya's eyes. "Abhimanyu is also a person who doesn't like the violence you've been doing all this time."
Pramudya smiled, then laughed. He hugged Rangda's waist tightly, buried his face in her cleavage, and rubbed her smooth thighs passionately.
"I'm just warning you," said Rangda. "With his nature, there will be many who support him."
"And you're afraid he's going to rebel?" said Pramudya. "Turning against me?"
