Casablanca hummed to a classical Luvre Village song, swaying her hips gently to the rhythm as she admired her shape through the mirror.
She was enjoying herself, right until he suddenly appeared on the mirror reflection.
"Ah…!" She gasped, shocked for a moment.
Without turning around, she glared at the mirror reflection. "I thought I told a fool to wash my clothes".
"Can someone tell me what the hell the fool is doing?"
With a calm penetrative look in his eyes, Brutus walked closer.
That look…, it unnerved her, but she was too used to the timid boy slave to truly be concerned. She still didn't look back. "What do you think you're doing slave?"
"Go watch my clothes, now!"
"And make sure you scrub in between the pants properly".
Brutus kept on walking closer.
"Hey, what do you think you're…!" Her words got stuck in her throat as the boy slammed into her from behind, firmly holding her from behind in one place with his left hand even as his right hand hung aimlessly.
"Umm," she shifted uncomfortably, then in a stern tone, she said. "Brutus, what do you think you're doing?"
She shifted again, adjusting so that the line between her butt sat right on his rod which was gradually turning hard. Then placing her hands on her hips, she reprimanded. "I don't know what the hell you're doing, but at the count of 10, get off before I…!"
She paused, freezing as his left hand moved from wrapping around her abdomen, sliding up till it relaxed firmly on top her left breast.
The thin clothing was non-existent, Brutus felt everything clearly.
She gasped, breathing then he squeezed gently.
"Umm…," She moaned, shifting on his body. "W-what do you think you're doing…?"
"B-brutus, stop…," in her mind though, she screamed. 'Continue!'
That touch!
That touch…, there was nothing like it.
It was almost heavenly, sending surges of electricity flowing through her body as she squirmed in pleasure from the touch.
'Damn! W-was Brutus always like this?'
'Holy…, what a touch!'
Reading her like a book, Brutus progressed confidently.
From just touching her left boobs, he fondled, squeezing gently as she melted in his body like congealed oil exposed to fire.
"B-Brutus," she stammered. "Please, stop, umm…"
Brutus touched her nipple, squeezing gently as she literally collapsed in his arms. Supporting her weight with his body, he progressed, grabbing the other breast with the same hand as he dragged both together, fondling the nipples.
She moaned, feeling like her body was on fire.
She could no longer stand on her two feet as she staggered, her 2 legs shivering even as she struggled to keep her legs closed.
In front of the mirror, Brutus observed, paying attention as her eyes rolled behind, exposing the whites as she drowned in the pleasure of his touch.
Instinctively, she rolled her big behind on his rod, stimulating it and sending it hard as it poked like a fist, punching her in the middle of her pink pant.
"Umm…!" She moaned loudly.
Even as his rod was rock hard at this moment, Brutus was clear-headed, paying attention to her every reaction and body language.
He continued fondling her boobs even as his right hand finally moved, gently slapping her left cheek before grabbing firmly.
She moaned even more.
With this last touch, she firmly came under his control.
The almighty Casablanca was subdued after coming into contact with Brutus' heavenly touch.
The fiery and wicked favorite wife of the Village Chief was nowhere to be seen, only a vulnerable lady drowning in the throes of pleasure, sinking deeper with each touch and yearning for more, fire burning in her veins.
…till it finally crescendoed.
"Ah…!" Moaning loudly, juice flowed from in-between her legs as she struggled to keep her legs closed.
Her pant was dripping wet.
At that moment, Brutus felt a big regret. If Casablanca was not just a mere mortal like him, that would have been his first step of cultivation after going back in time, taking the first leap through dual cultivation.
At that moment, having achieved his goal already, he tried to disengage but Casablanca did not let him, grabbing him firmly and holding him back.
"Please…," she pleaded, shivering. "I-I want you".
"Not now," Brutus said calmly. "First, you have to do something for me".
"What is it?"
"Tell me, anything, I'll do it, just enter inside, please…"
Brutus calmly looked at her reflection from the mirror, wondering how useless the Village Chief was for his favorite wife to be yearning so much already after so little.
'Pathetic'. He thought.
Right at that moment, his system lit up with new messages.
[You have made use of skill: Heavenly Touch!]
[You have completed 1/10 of your 1st mission: Seduce 10 girls this week!]
[Mission Progress: 1/10]
"Please…"
He was distracted by Casablanca pleading again.
This time, holding her hand firmly, he was about to disengage when he noticed a shadow by the window. He looked, just in time to see her scurry away in fear due to what she just saw.
She was one of the maids working for the Village Chief.
Casablanca also noticed as she panicked. "She saw us, she saw us…!"
"Calm down," Brutus said calmly.
Casablanca was a stubborn woman, head-strong and prideful. In normal cases, she would never obey so easily if a man told her to do something but at this moment, perhaps there was something in his voice, but she calmed down entirely.
She was tamed already.
Brutus looked towards the window where she already left. "Calm down and let me handle this".
"O-ok," she stammered.
Brutus looked at the pile of clothes at the side. "You can start washing the clothes. When I get back, if you're done, I will reward you with a good massage".
"Really?" Her eyes lit up, her mind already flying wild at the thought of those heavenly hands exploring through her whole body.
Brutus didn't answer, simply nodding and that was all she needed.
"Thank you," she said excitedly. "I'll start washing now!"
Nodding, Brutus arranged his clothes before walking out.
He walked towards the maid who saw.