"AAAAA—ASHTAROT, YOU ASSHOLE!!! IT HURTS!!!" Kirzin continued to scream, but Ashtarot barely paid him any attention.
His focus shifted to the wooden wall separating the male section from the mixed one. He narrowed his eyes, scanning the area suspiciously, wondering if someone was spying on him again.
The dragon sisters were notorious for such antics, but they had been preoccupied with work lately, striving to earn his praise. Their stalking had become a rare occurrence.
"What's wrong?" Moloch asked, noticing Ashtarot's distraction.
"Nothing, really," Ashtarot replied, still eyeing the wall. "Just thought I saw someone peeping from over there." He pointed at the wall, his suspicion lingering.
"Ahhh, that must be those assholes," Kirzin muttered, still nursing his bloodied palm.
"Who?" Ashtarot and Moloch said in unison, both turning their attention to the incubus.
