Chapter 25: The Queen Witcher Is A MILF??(2)[Bonus]
The sound of the carriage wheels grumbling along the gravel road echoed through the air.
The wooden wheels creaked beneath the weight of the iron-clad carriage, their rotation rumbling softly through the silence.
Steve sat within, his head slightly lowered. He barely moved, his posture relaxed, but his mind... his mind was a hurricane.
Inside the carriage were two guards—both women—each dressed in the crimson and black colors of the Royal Guard.
Their shoulders were squared, expressions unreadable, though one occasionally cast a furtive glance in his direction, like she expected him to make a move.
The third guard, the one controlling the reins of the horses outside, was also a woman. All three. Again.
His eyes flickered toward them, then back down again.
'All women.' he thought, a whisper curling in his mind.
'Royal guards, and they're all women. Three of them, just for me. This would've been perfect... if only I had finished.'
A trace of annoyance tugged at his lips as he tilted his head, still keeping his expression blank. His thoughts drifted, uninvited, to a certain moment.
'If that bastard, Lemon, hadn't interrupted me back then at the clothe shop... if I had just completed my harem with Tunja, I could've had this spree of pleasure... without needing anyone's mercy.'