"Wayne, how's the progress of the orcs?"
Home of Kindness.
In the castle.
An Kai was lying on the legs of six elven maids with exquisite faces who were sitting side by side. He arched his right arm to support his head.
He looked lazily at Wayne, who came to report.
Beside him were four female witches. They were delicate maidservants, holding fruits that had been passed down from the outside world and enjoyed by the nobles and the royal family.
They skinned it, removed its core, and placed it in An Kai's mouth.
There were also two maids who were responsible for massaging An Kai's legs.
Wayne was already used to all of this.
After all, he was the one who chose these maids.
If he didn't check it out, what would happen if some bad melon and broken dates were sent over?
Fortunately, Wayne's aesthetic standards were basically the same as An Kai's.
An Kai could give Wayne 100 points for the maid.
