One of the Leonamon branches had been hit—a suicide bombing, they said. The second I heard the news, I bolted to the scene.
Amon was already there, standing stiff while talking to a magic knight, her face serious as she reported the situation. In the distance, I could see medics scrambling, tending to the injured, and amidst the chaos, Natalia stood out, directing them.
The moment Amon spotted me, her expression softened, and she rushed over. "Master!" she cried, throwing her arms around me. Her big breasts slammed into my chest, their warmth and softness pressing hard against me, her breath brushing against my neck. Normally, that would've done something to me, but now… I wasn't feeling any of that.
"Amon," I muttered, hugging her back, my mind far from the feel of her tits. "How bad is the damage?"
I didn't give a fuck about the property loss, but it felt like the easiest place to start, to ground myself.
