Chapter 307
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The helper was now full of rage too, Yunan did not forget to use taunt along with voice manipulation, it was successful because both were mentally unstable from the way they were guided, that and the way Yunan acted as if he had nothing to worry from both. Blinded by rage the helper forgot his search for traps and focused on Yunan. "One punch" he said "take one punch from me and i will leave, he is yours if you survive and i can promise you that my boss will not target you again, i can even promise he would never think about revenge against you ever again, but i need you to show me your true form, i don't want you to make excuses about being in your weakest form.
Yunan obliged the helper and started to transform into the eldritch monstrosity he showed to the assassin back then, saying "as you wish", firstly the skin wings unfurled, then a few tentacles showed up, claws and horns and jagged haunting teeth, the skin changed into scales, black and scarlet, finally black flames covered Yunan turning him into a walking nightmare.
The assassin was already crawling on his butt trying to get away, leaving behind him a trail of wet, brown and yellow excretions, the traumatic terror took over him as soon as he saw the wings unfurling, eldritch Yunan was a monstrosity by any standards of the imagination, the helper, however, was bound by rage and the taunt to realise he had fallen into a trap, so he used all his might in an explosive punch.
The assassin was trying to overcome the terror instilled in him by eldritch Yunan, he was hoping against hope, cheering for his helper, praying that this terrifying memory would die today with Yunan but life was not that good to anyone. He watched with tearful eyes as his helper launched a volcanic punch at Yunan's face, the momentum was awe inspiring and the strength was unparalleled but when the punch was a mere hair's breadth away from Yunan, instead of his face turning to mush the helper vanished into thin air. The assassin felt his terror grow beyond control and then he passed out, not feeling anything as he hit that cold hard floor.
"That was close" mumbled Yunan as the air current from the very aggressive move was blasting his face, "i have never failed you before, master" responded the genie confidently, Yunan nodded and teleported the assassin to the prison as well, the man needed some harsh words and a bit of pain, Yunan cleaned up the room behind him before returning to the ongoing party, he explained that he has some new guests that demand his attention, he then sent everyone to their beds and went to sleep himself.
Come morning He found his wives already left for whatever things they had to do while Mary was sharing his bed, out of habit he embraced her closely and kissed her forehead, like he did to every girl who shared his bed lately, simply because the moment felt so intimate and personal, it pulled the wives closer when he did it, thus it became a morning habit. "Boy, why are you being like this, do you want me to strip this early in the morning". Yunan did not answer and just held Mary for a bit longer.
Staying still for a moment made it so Mary could not help but relax, it has been a long time since she was held for no reason, it felt rather good and nostalgic, however, she had no intention to get this treatment regularly, that would make her soft again. As if Yunan had read her mind he whispered to her "isn't this moment worth having a few more times? My wives are rather accepting of you". "Shut up or i'm gonna fall in love with you", "i'll take my chances, i never thought that you can love me anymore than you already do" Yunan pecked her nose before breaking away saying "wanna go on a torture date with me? There was someone who threatened to turn my wives into sluts"
The two left the bedroom soon after, with Yunan's face full of lipstick he did not care to remove, Mary was an unfortunate soul, to Yunan that is, she was so soft and sensitive but she had been keeping up a dry persona for too long, Yunan blamed the event that led her to becoming a solo adventurer, then founding Debauchery party closely there after, it must have been a 30 year long dry spell, but that did not matter, he promised to be her man as long as she wanted him to, and this kind of borderline flirting and kissing came with the nature of the relationship, there was a line to never be crossed, that line did not exempt them from having intimate sensuous moments.
As the two walked hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder, they arrived at the prison where Fae was playing with Balin a game on who could slog Dustan hardest, Lucian and Bai were betting on something, while Anne had brought Ophelia with a basket of vials that were being reordered, something about the possibility of something reacting violently and causing irreparable damage. "Welcome everyone to our first torture session where the guests are part of a faction, they came here with the intention to steal away our home, i hope you go easy on them, we need to send back something, so total destruction is not okey, otherwise feel free to use these two males as much as you guys like, you might remember the female from the wedding, she has been down there long enough, so leave her to me, any questions?". "Just one" said Leader "when did you turn into an eldritch nightmare fuel?" Leader was projecting the image of eldritch Yunan from yesterday, the genie seems to have been seeking for a beating lately.
"I was playing at intimidation through visual arts, did not think it was that potent, still, i can transform anytime if you feel like having some tentacle action". Leader looked the faces of her party mates who were expecting her to give Yunan a big painful punch but did not do so, instead she said "i do miss that tentacle massage of yours, how come you never do me on your own, making the lady ask for it is just bad manners".
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The helper was now full of rage too, Yunan did not forget to use taunt along with voice manipulation, it was successful because both were mentally unstable from the way they were guided, that and the way Yunan acted as if he had nothing to worry from both. Blinded by rage the helper forgot his search for traps and focused on Yunan. "One punch" he said "take one punch from me and i will leave, he is yours if you survive and i can promise you that my boss will not target you again, i can even promise he would never think about revenge against you ever again, but i need you to show me your true form, i don't want you to make excuses about being in your weakest form.
Yunan obliged the helper and started to transform into the eldritch monstrosity he showed to the assassin back then, saying "as you wish", firstly the skin wings unfurled, then a few tentacles showed up, claws and horns and jagged haunting teeth, the skin changed into scales, black and scarlet, finally black flames covered Yunan turning him into a walking nightmare.
The assassin was already crawling on his butt trying to get away, leaving behind him a trail of wet, brown and yellow excretions, the traumatic terror took over him as soon as he saw the wings unfurling, eldritch Yunan was a monstrosity by any standards of the imagination, the helper, however, was bound by rage and the taunt to realise he had fallen into a trap, so he used all his might in an explosive punch.
The assassin was trying to overcome the terror instilled in him by eldritch Yunan, he was hoping against hope, cheering for his helper, praying that this terrifying memory would die today with Yunan but life was not that good to anyone. He watched with tearful eyes as his helper launched a volcanic punch at Yunan's face, the momentum was awe inspiring and the strength was unparalleled but when the punch was a mere hair's breadth away from Yunan, instead of his face turning to mush the helper vanished into thin air. The assassin felt his terror grow beyond control and then he passed out, not feeling anything as he hit that cold hard floor.
"That was close" mumbled Yunan as the air current from the very aggressive move was blasting his face, "i have never failed you before, master" responded the genie confidently, Yunan nodded and teleported the assassin to the prison as well, the man needed some harsh words and a bit of pain, Yunan cleaned up the room behind him before returning to the ongoing party, he explained that he has some new guests that demand his attention, he then sent everyone to their beds and went to sleep himself.
Come morning He found his wives already left for whatever things they had to do while Mary was sharing his bed, out of habit he embraced her closely and kissed her forehead, like he did to every girl who shared his bed lately, simply because the moment felt so intimate and personal, it pulled the wives closer when he did it, thus it became a morning habit. "Boy, why are you being like this, do you want me to strip this early in the morning". Yunan did not answer and just held Mary for a bit longer.
Staying still for a moment made it so Mary could not help but relax, it has been a long time since she was held for no reason, it felt rather good and nostalgic, however, she had no intention to get this treatment regularly, that would make her soft again. As if Yunan had read her mind he whispered to her "isn't this moment worth having a few more times? My wives are rather accepting of you". "Shut up or i'm gonna fall in love with you", "i'll take my chances, i never thought that you can love me anymore than you already do" Yunan pecked her nose before breaking away saying "wanna go on a torture date with me? There was someone who threatened to turn my wives into sluts"
The two left the bedroom soon after, with Yunan's face full of lipstick he did not care to remove, Mary was an unfortunate soul, to Yunan that is, she was so soft and sensitive but she had been keeping up a dry persona for too long, Yunan blamed the event that led her to becoming a solo adventurer, then founding Debauchery party closely there after, it must have been a 30 year long dry spell, but that did not matter, he promised to be her man as long as she wanted him to, and this kind of borderline flirting and kissing came with the nature of the relationship, there was a line to never be crossed, that line did not exempt them from having intimate sensuous moments.
As the two walked hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder, they arrived at the prison where Fae was playing with Balin a game on who could slog Dustan hardest, Lucian and Bai were betting on something, while Anne had brought Ophelia with a basket of vials that were being reordered, something about the possibility of something reacting violently and causing irreparable damage. "Welcome everyone to our first torture session where the guests are part of a faction, they came here with the intention to steal away our home, i hope you go easy on them, we need to send back something, so total destruction is not okey, otherwise feel free to use these two males as much as you guys like, you might remember the female from the wedding, she has been down there long enough, so leave her to me, any questions?". "Just one" said Leader "when did you turn into an eldritch nightmare fuel?" Leader was projecting the image of eldritch Yunan from yesterday, the genie seems to have been seeking for a beating lately.
"I was playing at intimidation through visual arts, did not think it was that potent, still, i can transform anytime if you feel like having some tentacle action". Leader looked the faces of her party mates who were expecting her to give Yunan a big painful punch but did not do so, instead she said "i do miss that tentacle massage of yours, how come you never do me on your own, making the lady ask for it is just bad manners".
The helper was now full of rage too, Yunan did not forget to use taunt along with voice manipulation, it was successful because both were mentally unstable from the way they were guided, that and the way Yunan acted as if he had nothing to worry from both. Blinded by rage the helper forgot his search for traps and focused on Yunan. "One punch" he said "take one punch from me and i will leave, he is yours if you survive and i can promise you that my boss will not target you again, i can even promise he would never think about revenge against you ever again, but i need you to show me your true form, i don't want you to make excuses about being in your weakest form.Yunan obliged the helper and started to transform into the eldritch monstrosity he showed to the assassin back then, saying "as you wish", firstly the skin wings unfurled, then a few tentacles showed up, claws and horns and jagged haunting teeth, the skin changed into scales, black and scarlet, finally black flames covered Yunan turning him into a walking nightmare.The assassin was already crawling on his butt trying to get away, leaving behind him a trail of wet, brown and yellow excretions, the traumatic terror took over him as soon as he saw the wings unfurling, eldritch Yunan was a monstrosity by any standards of the imagination, the helper, however, was bound by rage and the taunt to realise he had fallen into a trap, so he used all his might in an explosive punch.The assassin was trying to overcome the terror instilled in him by eldritch Yunan, he was hoping against hope, cheering for his helper, praying that this terrifying memory would die today with Yunan but life was not that good to anyone. He watched with tearful eyes as his helper launched a volcanic punch at Yunan's face, the momentum was awe inspiring and the strength was unparalleled but when the punch was a mere hair's breadth away from Yunan, instead of his face turning to mush the helper vanished into thin air. The assassin felt his terror grow beyond control and then he passed out, not feeling anything as he hit that cold hard floor."That was close" mumbled Yunan as the air current from the very aggressive move was blasting his face, "i have never failed you before, master" responded the genie confidently, Yunan nodded and teleported the assassin to the prison as well, the man needed some harsh words and a bit of pain, Yunan cleaned up the room behind him before returning to the ongoing party, he explained that he has some new guests that demand his attention, he then sent everyone to their beds and went to sleep himself.Come morning He found his wives already left for whatever things they had to do while Mary was sharing his bed, out of habit he embraced her closely and kissed her forehead, like he did to every girl who shared his bed lately, simply because the moment felt so intimate and personal, it pulled the wives closer when he did it, thus it became a morning habit. "Boy, why are you being like this, do you want me to strip this early in the morning". Yunan did not answer and just held Mary for a bit longer.Staying still for a moment made it so Mary could not help but relax, it has been a long time since she was held for no reason, it felt rather good and nostalgic, however, she had no intention to get this treatment regularly, that would make her soft again. As if Yunan had read her mind he whispered to her "isn't this moment worth having a few more times? My wives are rather accepting of you". "Shut up or i'm gonna fall in love with you", "i'll take my chances, i never thought that you can love me anymore than you already do" Yunan pecked her nose before breaking away saying "wanna go on a torture date with me? There was someone who threatened to turn my wives into sluts"The two left the bedroom soon after, with Yunan's face full of lipstick he did not care to remove, Mary was an unfortunate soul, to Yunan that is, she was so soft and sensitive but she had been keeping up a dry persona for too long, Yunan blamed the event that led her to becoming a solo adventurer, then founding Debauchery party closely there after, it must have been a 30 year long dry spell, but that did not matter, he promised to be her man as long as she wanted him to, and this kind of borderline flirting and kissing came with the nature of the relationship, there was a line to never be crossed, that line did not exempt them from having intimate sensuous moments.As the two walked hand in hand and shoulder to shoulder, they arrived at the prison where Fae was playing with Balin a game on who could slog Dustan hardest, Lucian and Bai were betting on something, while Anne had brought Ophelia with a basket of vials that were being reordered, something about the possibility of something reacting violently and causing irreparable damage. "Welcome everyone to our first torture session where the guests are part of a faction, they came here with the intention to steal away our home, i hope you go easy on them, we need to send back something, so total destruction is not okey, otherwise feel free to use these two males as much as you guys like, you might remember the female from the wedding, she has been down there long enough, so leave her to me, any questions?". "Just one" said Leader "when did you turn into an eldritch nightmare fuel?" Leader was projecting the image of eldritch Yunan from yesterday, the genie seems to have been seeking for a beating lately."I was playing at intimidation through visual arts, did not think it was that potent, still, i can transform anytime if you feel like having some tentacle action". Leader looked the faces of her party mates who were expecting her to give Yunan a big painful punch but did not do so, instead she said "i do miss that tentacle massage of yours, how come you never do me on your own, making the lady ask for it is just bad manners".
