The Harem King - 155 Chapter 155

Tears and snot marred his already ugly face and the stink he exuded magnified if such a thing was even possible to begin with.

“BUNNY!” the old man shouted while he closed his eyes tightly. After that, his voice change to a soft one that was barely above a whisper.

“Are you going to kill me too?” i smiled at the broken soul before me.

Harry might have done deeds that he was not proud of like steal and scam money from visiting patrons of the town, but he was never a killer. To be one, there must be two requirements.

To be crazy enough to live in just moment and forego the promise of tomorrow, and the other one was of course to embody a manipulative spirit that preyed for benefit and the weak.

Most can definitely learn how to kill but not Harry. He would cower in a corner and take a knife to the gut without even knowing it. Why he always closed his eyes in moments of fear. Pathetic!

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“You and i are friends, Harry. You know that i would never ever harm you. Come now. Stand up and raise your head high. Today, we feast! And there will be women, i promise you.

Lots and lots of women, for you and i.” i said to the old man and walked passed him without waiting for his response.

Behind me, the rooms were beginning to smell with the overflow of blood from the recently fallen. I took the lives of the majority, 69 in total, but left some alive to spread my deeds far and wide.

These were the women who were kidnapped from their tribes and used a fuck toys by these men of power. A familiar scene no matter what realm i arrive at.

“Why do you cry, old grandpa?” i heard a gentle voice asked Harry. I turned my head and my eyes was graced by the most beautiful girl among the lot of cunts.

Her face was angelic and she was garb with pure white. Yet beneath that allure of purity was the perfect body that would drive any man insane with lust.

She would have been a great succubus indeed if not for the dead cold eyes that blessed her almost flawless mien.

“How old are you, girl?” asked i when the old man did not answer my new recruit. Harry’s eyes were still wet and there was obvious fear in them. May it be from a god or from the devil, it mattered not.

I knew a man as simple minded as my old friend Harry would get over this little hurdle in our relationship soon enough.

“I’m 20 years old this year, Master Bunny.” the lovely girl answered with not a smile on her beautiful face.

“Twenty. A good age for a woman. Ripe and young still.” i commented and looked at the girl from head to toe.

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