Hiss!
There was a slight sizzling sound as Freya placed the white towel on the red swollen marks that littered Brutus' back.
The chief's golden cane was extremely durable and was cultivator tool, a Neophyte tool with a special effect of inflicting pain.
There were few things that gave Chief Rarluk joy, one of them was spending time with his wives and exploring his wild sexual fantasies, even engaging in threesomes and more at times, while the second of them was inflicting pain.
As one of the only 3 cultivators in Luvre Village, and as the political ruler of the village, the chief felt like an omniscient God.
He could do whatever he wanted and get away with it, like hijacking Brutus' grandmother's farm and inflicting pain on his maids and servants.
Heck, he even took pleasure in inflicting pain on his own wives.
In the farm, there was no worse punishment than being subjected to the chief's golden cane beating. With even hit, even as it left a terrible bruise behind, the enchantment inside caused the culprit unimaginable pain.
Casablanca knew this and was why she tried to stop her husband, but Chief Rarluk was just too tyrannical.
Brutus felt the pain, but what was pain that he was not used to?
As the Lord of profanity, in his previous life, Brutus made a lot of enemies and in most times, he ended up being locked up in the most terrible prisons where he was tortured by his enemies, powerful men whose daughters he seduced.
Through treatment like this, he already got used to pain.
This body of his may be extremely weak but his soul was still that of a Lord realm cultivator, his willpower was still as resilient as a wall.
This was why he never made a sound as Chief Rarluk enjoyed himself.
This didn't mean he was safe though.
If his injuries were not treated, they would become infected which will cause him even more suffering over an extended period of time, and may even lead to death. Chief Rarluk didn't give a damn.
This was the reason why Freya brought treated water to attend to his injuries. The water was hot, hence the sizzling sound as the white towel touched his skin.
Freya could not help but pay a second glance to this servant. 'Since when did Brutus become so resilient to pain?'
When she applied pressure and he still didn't do as much as a grimace, she frowned slightly. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm ok". Brutus nodded. "That's enough, come and lay down here".
Freya was prepared, having brought a towel to spread under the mango tree already. She obeyed, keeping the bucket of treated water and the white towel at the side before laying down.
Unlike in the afternoon when she wore her maid clothes, this time, she was scantily dressed, only wearing a light transparent brown gown and an underwear. Brutus' sharp eyes could see her red pant even in the dark.
She wore no bra.
As soon as she laid down, Brutus laid down behind her before dragging her into his embrace from behind as she shivered and let out a muffled moan.
He placed one hand on her braless breasts, squeezing slightly.
Well, everybody has their own way of coping with pain. This was the Lord of profanity's way of coping with pain.
So long he had breasts to feel and grab, he felt no pain.
Freya was breathing shakily, her body heating up as her imagination went wild, but Brutus ended all of her fantasies with his next words.
"Close your eyes and sleep, we need to wake early tomorrow".
"…" Freya was stunned speechless.
She didn't protest though, only squirming slightly till the middle of her ass cheeks sat on his rod. Satisfied, she finally closed her eyes.
That night, Freya had the craziest wet dream of her life.
…
The Luvre brothel's services also ran through the night.
That night, the brothel welcomed a mysterious guest, a young woman wearing baggy jean clothes, a trouser and a jacket.
She had neatly trimmed short black hair, and a blade scar that cut through the side of her nose, the only blemish on her beautiful face.
She arrived on a tenacious brown horse.
She patted the horse tenderly. "You can rest now, Scorpio".
She entered the brothel.
This late at night, there were only 1 or 2 customers inside the brothel waiting area, waiting for their turn to receive the services of the brothel workers.
As soon as the worker on the counter saw the young lady in baggy jean clothes, she bowed respectfully. "The matron is in her office".
The young lady smiled and dropped a bronze coin before leaving. "Buy a drink with that girl". She climbed the stairs.
Walking confidently, she quickly located the matron's office, badging inside. There, he saw her staring outside through the window with a dazed look on her face, she was surprised. "Now, what is that girl over there daydreaming about?"
The matron inclined her head to look at her. "Oh! Leah, you came?"
The young lady frowned. "Emily, you're saying you didn't notice me enter?" Her face became serious as she walked closer. "What is wrong with you?"
The matron looked up at her from her chair, a weird smile on her face. "Leah, have you ever experienced an orgasm?"
The young lady frowned. "Huh?"
The matron smiled shyly like a young teenage girl who just experienced her first love.
"Emily, what are you talking about?"
Snapping out of her daze, the matron looked back up at her, then she grinned. "It seems you're in luck, you're a cultivator too".
"What the heck are you talking about?"
She grinned again. "Come, sit down, let me tell you about him".
"Gosh, the guy is good…"
"His touch is like the touch of heavenly tribulations…"
"I can still feel his touch roaming through my body, umm…"
Without knowing it, the lady with a neat short black hair could already feel her body heating up. Her face turned a bright shade of pink. "Y-you've really experienced an orgasm?" She blushed. "How does it feel like?"
"Oh Leah, you just had to be there".
"T-t-this boy," Leah stammered. "Where is he? Where can I meet him?"
The matron stared at her smirking. "1 silver coin and you'll see him tomorrow morning".
Her face darkened. "That's 100 bronze coins in value! That's extortionate!"
"1 silver coin, or no orgasm".
She gritted her teeth. "Fine, deal".