The old man shared with us the events that had taken place in the city. It was almost unbelievable that he had faced setbacks with such a 'simple' clan that seemingly possessed only the ability to play with fire. It was as if he had encountered the easiest challenge in the world and suffered from it. Very weak.
"So, is that what happened?" Max asked with a concerned expression.
"Yes, but I'm relieved to see that you're all okay," the old man replied.
"And I'm truly delighted to see that you're screwed," I added with a touch of sarcasm.
"Some of us never change, do we, Izumi?" the old man replied with a smile.
"There's nothing to change," I responded with a shrug, maintaining my unwavering posture.
That 'clan'... well, I suppose it would take only a few measly seconds for me to end the reign of their 'elite.' They would be practically immobile in the face of my impressive speed.
"Dad, we did it," Max said with a confident look in his eyes.
"Seriously?" The old man's voice was filled with surprise and curiosity as he sought reassurance.
"Yes, we defeated the Fearless of the Northeast," Max replied with evident pride in his voice.
Northeast? Max had never mentioned that word before. Perhaps it's just another name used to refer to the Fearless.
"Wonderful. That abomination has finally met its end. Thank God!" the old man exclaimed as he rose to celebrate.
"Dad? I thought you couldn't move your legs?" Max asked, surprised by his ability to stand.
"Oh, that. I can endure a few hours on my feet when necessary," the old man replied with a casual wave.
"I see."
The old man probably threw that out there just to gauge our reaction. Lucky for me, I don't care much about his well-being.
Knock, knock.
"Come in."
In an unexpected moment, the door swung open, and a woman entered the office, her eyes widened in surprise as she carefully examined us. Her face was new to me; I had never seen her around here before.
However, what caught my attention the most was the absence of any negative energy in her gaze. It was almost as if she had no idea who I was, as if her world and mine were two completely separate realities.
"Master, it's time for nursing 1 and 2," the woman announced.
"Already? How bothersome," the old man sighed, impatient with the interruption.
"Nursing?" Max questioned, confused.
"Yes, I'll explain later. Oh, and this is Nita, my newly hired help," he introduced, indicating a woman beside him.
I have no idea what this "nursing" business is all about, and to be honest, I'm not exactly interested in finding out. My only desire was to go home and enjoy some time away from people who didn't please me.
As for this Nita person, her scent curiously reminded me of sagging breasts. Maybe she and 'saggy boobs' were part of the same clan.
"Let's go."
"Yes, Dad."
Castiel began to head out of the room, creating an opportunity for me to simply leave and go home. However, a certain curiosity was beginning to consume me when the topic of 'nursing' came up. Maybe I should take a peek at this mystery before I depart.
"Max, do you remember that flask project we started a while ago?"
"Yes, Dad. Of course, I remember. What happened with it?"
"Well, even though it's been a short time since then, I've achieved some really significant results."
"Really? That's great! What did you find out?"
They were engrossed in a conversation about a subject I had no idea about. The only connection I could make was with this 'nursing' thing.
I began to hear some faint, almost imperceptible voices that whispered softly in my ears. With each step I took toward the source of the voices, I realized they were female voices, laden with anguish and suffering.
It was as if they were undergoing some form of torture. It was hard to believe that the old man was involved in something like this. However, the whole situation was, at the very least, intriguing.
"Dad, these moans we're hearing..."
"Yes, Max. They're coming from the Zura clan."
Moans? This wasn't a common form of torture, I was sure of it. But what exactly were these moans? Some different kind of torment? My ignorance on the subject was evident.
Castiel approached a door that seemed to be the source of the moans, and upon opening it, the sound intensified even further, becoming deep and penetrating.
To my surprise, I found two women who were tightly embracing each other, their faces expressing an unusual intensity. Moreover, the scent in the air was heavy and intoxicating.
As soon as Castiel entered the room, the women quickly approached him, as if they were eager for his presence.
"Semen, I want more!"
"Semen! Semen! Semen!"
Before, I was a little confused about the meaning of breastfeeding, but after observing this situation, all doubts disappeared. These women demonstrated a deep desire for sex. Although I am not an expert on this subject, I gained enough knowledge to recognize that these women were intensely interested, to the point of appearing completely enchanted.
"These are the twin sisters of the Zura clan. At the moment, they have not yet been completely conquered, but when I go for a while without providing them with sperm, they transform into sex-starved women."
"Let me open your pants!"
"Pants! Pants! Pants!"
"Father, I understand that you have a goal, but isn't that a little too cruel?" asked Max, with a touch of concern in his voice.
"Fast. Please!"
"My son, there are things that are not simple to understand at first glance. One day, with time and experience, you will understand the meaning behind my actions."
"Please! Please! Please!"
"Dad, I don't want to understand." said Max, with an expression of displeasure and frustration.
I have always felt a deep dislike for this old man, but when I observed him interacting with women who are part of the same clan as that despicable individual who took my mother's life, something unexpected happened: a sincere smile appeared on my lips.
"Look at Izumi. He's enjoying it," old man observed me, with a slight smile on his lips.
"I can not take it anymore!"
"Don't get the wrong idea, old man. I just enjoy the view of human suffering," I replied, with a distant and cold look.
"More! More! More!"
"I understand. Izumi, if you want, I can hand these women over to you," Old man offered, with a tone of voice full of suggestion.
"I release everything. So let's go…"
"Old man, repeat that one more time and I will make sure to silence you." I replied, my expression becoming darker.
- Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
"Oh, I'm shaking with fear!" Old man teased me, with a sarcastic smile.
"You bastard!" I exclaimed, my patience running out.
This old man seems not to be intimidated by the shadow of death that hangs over him. Although the temptation to end his life was tempting, he realized that the time was not right. I will wait patiently, because I knew that when he finally reveals all the secrets he has been keeping, then the time will come for me to act.
"Castiel, please!"
"Castiel! Castiel! Castiel!"
"Well, my children. Please give us a moment. Daddy has little girls to breastfeed."
"Screw this!" I said while pointing the finger.
Max and I left the room. The feeling of relief at finally seeing the end of it enveloped us as we headed towards our respective destinations. In my case, I was heading towards my room, looking forward to a rejuvenating shower and a much-needed change of clothes.
The fire demon had consumed my precious equipment kit, so I knew I would need to make a stop at the black market later to acquire a new set.
I was almost passing through the room when Ui's unmistakable scent invaded my nostrils, as if she could almost detect me by smell alone. I quickly changed my route, avoiding contact with her as I headed towards my room.
Upon entering, I noticed that my room remained unchanged, as always. A solitary bed, a simple table, a wardrobe that housed my few clothes and a photo frame with the image of my mother and me were the only elements present.
Surprisingly, the bathroom was exactly as I left it, contrary to my expectations that it might have been destroyed. Perhaps the old man had taken care of everything during my absence.
Finally, I took the opportunity to take a refreshing shower and put on my usual training attire: a black long-sleeved shirt, black pants and black boots. I was ready to embark on another day of hard training.
Knock knock.
Who would be the person brave enough to knock on my door, I thought with a sense of disbelief. I wasn't sure who it was, but I was confident that my appearance would make her regret it instantly.
As I opened the door with uncertainty hovering in my mind, my regret grew as I began to discern who was on the other side. After all, I should have used my keen sense of smell to identify the person before opening the door, but it was too late.
With surprising force, the door swung open wide, and my face instantly contorted as I met the excited gaze of the figure before me. The feeling of grief and discomfort quickly washed over me.
"Izumi. I'll live with you!" She exclaimed, a radiant smile lighting up her face.