CHAPTER 74: YOU LIKE MY C*CK?

"Mister, it’s against the rules to peek into private barricades. I suggest you take a different seat," the barman said, gently stopping Lice from looking any further.

"B-But, my friend is in there. He is the one in there!" Lice muttered, unable to believe his eyes.

"I am sorry, sir. The rule still stands, even if he is your friend or even your brother. As long as he doesn’t invite you, you can’t peek at them," the barman said, his expression turning stern.

"I would suggest we go over there," the barman added, pointing to another part of the clubhouse.

Lice nodded his head and followed the barman. The barman dropped his drink on the table and turned to leave.

"Wait. How can I get some chick to fuck?" Lice asked with a dark expression.

"Mmm, we seem to have a shortage of prostitutes today. Even the ones that aren’t on duty seem to be occupied. You can’t see some of them here because most are lodged in rooms with clients who prefer not to be seen in the clubhouse," the barman said, stroking his beardless chin.

"What the fuck, even a brothel ran out of prostitutes? The world is really against me," Lice said, slumping on the couch in tiredness.

"However, there is something I can do for you if you just tip me. You didn’t tip me for the drink," the barman said with a smirk.

"What the fuck, why would I tip you for the drink when I paid for it in full? Isn’t your employer paying you enough?" Lice said, frustration creeping onto his face.

"You..! Fine. Good luck finding a prostitute."

"Wait!" Lice sighed and dipped his hand into his pocket, bringing out his wallet.

"Here is five hundred Yexen. That should get the job done, right?" Lice said, handing the money to the barman, whose eyes shone with greed upon collecting it. His salary was around four thousand Yexen, getting five hundred as a tip was a huge deal.

"Don’t worry, I’ll get the job done for you, sir! First, let me pour you a drink!" the barman said with excitement as he uncorked Lice’s bottle and poured him a cup of liquor blended with fruit extract and ice cubes before walking away.

"Sigh, the power of money. It’s indeed powerful. Maybe I haven’t been using it the right way, after all. I could use money to get some chicks. Even though I’m angry at Dapper right now, I can’t really blame him. Those catwomen didn’t like me, they liked him instead. I would have also hit that if I were in the same situation. Sucks..." Lice muttered as he jugged down the whole cup of drink, his throat moving with gulps as the liquid flowed down.

But then, his eyes widened as he instantly felt high. The effect of the drink was immediate.

"Good grace I didn’t pour this drink myself... I wouldn’t have blended it properly and probably ended up knocking myself out with such strong alcohol," Lice muttered, feeling the hit of the alcohol, though he was somewhat enjoying the high.

Suddenly, Lice noticed a huge shadow towering above him.

"What is that?"

He raised his head and saw a towering figure, almost seven feet tall. Green skin like leaves. Ripped like that of the gods. Yellow eyes resembling those of lamas, and a beautiful face framed with long black hair.

"O-Ogre!" Lice exclaimed, nearly shitting his pants. Ogres, a race of Demi-humans, were known for their immense height and violent nature. Every Ogre typically underwent brutal warrior training within their tribe, which often gave them defined muscles and hard abs.

And right now, a female Ogre was standing in front of Lice, wearing a smirk on her face. She had on a brown, strapless garment that only managed to cover her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. Around her waist was a makeshift skirt with twin slits on either side, made from the same rough material as her top. Several golden bangles adorned her wrists and ankles, clinking softly with each motion.

"W-What do you want from me?" Lice stuttered, terrified to the core. Since childhood, he had always feared Ogres. One had traumatized him back then, and seeing another now gazing directly at him dug up that buried fear.

"What do I want? Really? Isn’t it obvious? I want to mate with you!" the Ogre said with a grin. Her voice was surprisingly soft and feminine, yet Lice remained paralyzed. Her sheer size alone was overwhelming, not to mention the trauma he still carried.

"P-Please, I don’t want to fuck you. Leave me alone!" Lice shouted, attempting to flee, but the Ogre blocked his path and shoved him right back onto the couch. She appeared visibly irritated by his reaction.

"Stupid human. What is fuck? I said mate. I smelled you from afar. You are clean. No mate before. I, Arag, want to mate with you, human!" the Ogre declared and began closing the distance between them.

"Just leave me alone. I don’t even want sex anymore. I just want to leave this place," Lice cried, but Arag didn’t seem to hear or care. Instead, she requested a barricade and sealed them inside.

In one swift move, the cloth covering her lower half dropped to the ground, revealing a glistening, moist green pussy. Puffy, perfectly shaped, and soaked as if begging to be filled with semen.

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"IYHAAAAAAAAAN~ CUM INSIDE ME, MISTER!"

"ME TOO~~YAAAAN~~"

Dapper groaned as he switched between the cat-women, pumping both full of his semen at the same time. It was bizarre, but it was exactly what the cat-girls wanted. They didn’t want to wait for their turns, so they shared Dapper’s dick, twenty strokes each, and even when he was about to cum, they both told him to release it inside them. Against all odds, Dapper managed to deliver, satisfying them both.

"Mister~ how can you be so good?" they asked in unison, their faces flushed as they experienced their first true deep-penetration orgasms. It was one of the best sensations they’d ever felt.

"You want to get fucked by me more often?" Dapper asked with a smirk, to which the cat-girls eagerly nodded.

"Then you have to sign a contract with me," Dapper said.

"Contract?"

"Yes, a contract. One that forbids you from having sex with anyone else. You’ll only fuck my dick. And you’ll do everything I say," Dapper replied.