Rhode leaned back comfortably and admired the scenery outside the moving chariot. The three young ladies who were in deep sleep sat before him in a row. Gillian sat opposite him and her fluffy, large tail spread across them like a warm blanket. On her other end, Anne was drooling with her mouth wide open. Natasha sat between them and the exhausted young lady was in an oddly deep sleep right now after being on the run for two nights. However, even so, she held the wooden box in her arms tightly with no intentions of letting go.
Grendy sat beside Rhode with his head lowered awkwardly. Without a doubt, the unfamiliarity of this young man in such a situation was written all over his face. Although the clothes of the all young ladies were worn appropriately while they were sleeping, it seemed too thrilling for this young man to be confined in a narrow space with three young, beautiful women.
He must be a virgin…
