Hiro felt his little brother roaring to go to battle, he licked his lips as the noble and powerful visage of his women sent chills down his spine. His heart burned with lust, there was always something beautiful about ravaging female warriors. To hear such noble maidens of war to whimper in pleasure as one had his way with them.
The butcher took a second to calm down as his heartbeat roared in his ears. Feeling the urge to procreate the man used almost all of his willpower to calm down the head in his pants. His wives who saw the plight of their husband grew mischievous at his pathetic attempts at control.
One by one they paraded themselves before him ensuring to highlight their assets. Each made a whisper as sweet as honey as they did so.
"Hiro-sama, do you like how this armor suits me? I look like one of the elves in the videos you loved watching. You can tie me up like a slave... master~ "
