"Look what we have here, boys and girls. The crowd's favourite is finally back. Ready for another beatdown? I greatly missed not being able to train with my best punching bag, hahahaha!"
The alpha bursts out with laughter, almost beginning to howl from the amusement that his own words bring him. The other Beastkin present in the room also chuckle or snort, creating a cacophony of sounds.
He raises his clenched fist and stops. The crowd falls silent immediately.
"You have the audacity to show up after almost two months without giving any signs of life, and you even dare to kill the men sent to escort you back? I've been tolerating your meaningless challenges since they brought me some enjoyment. And our special time after them was quite something too. Ahhh, that sweet, defiant face of yours... But, there are limits to everything. I need to finally teach you a lesson. Bring them in."
After he snaps his fingers, a bunch of people move aside and a group of women is led inside through the same entrance that we have used before. But, rather than led, it's more like they are dragged by chains connected to heavy collars around their necks, joined with manacles on all the limbs.
We instantly recognize the newcomers. It's the five women we met up with just moments earlier; Astrea's friends. Seems like they went after them the moment we moved to the alpha's chamber.
All the clothes I've given to them have been ripped off and they are completely naked. There are some fresh bruises on the skin of the half-bloods. I'm sure the ones on pure-bloods are just hidden by their fur.
Astrea's rising fury surges into my mind through our connection. I quickly place a hand on her shoulder and she looks up at me. I faintly shake my head, to which she bites her lower lip. All three of us understand that we can't jump straight at him with them in their hands.
The group of women is thrown onto the floor on the side of the alpha's throne. They all glance at Astrea with worry written all over their faces. But, it's pretty clear that it's not directed at themselves. They are all anxious about the fate of their friend.
"I've been too negligent with you," the alpha starts speaking again. "Our deal is now off. No matter how much you beg, I will not change my mind this time. You have been covering for these five wastes for quite some time. But, since my punishments have no effect on your insolent behaviour, no matter how hard I go on you, it's time for a change."
He snaps his fingers and three other Beastkin move closer to the lying women and crack their whips to the sides.
"From now, it's their turn to cover for you. Each time you act even the tiniest bit disrespectful, they will be the ones getting punished. And trust me, whipping will feel like a delicate massage to them if you keep up your usual character."
"You dare!" Astrea roars at him with a low and intimidating growl.
The alpha chuckles. "Since I've already taken my time with one of them not that long ago, let's say that your late return is now forgiven. But, we still have the case of you murdering three members of our tribe, and, what's even more outrageous, bringing in a FILTHY HUMAN into our sacred home. I'm grateful for healing up Vii, though. However you have achieved that. She can join on the punishment again, thanks to you."
"If you touch a single hair of their fur again, I swear I'm going to rip your balls off and shove them so far into your throat they will come out through your ass!"
Astrea's insult only makes him explode into laughter again, followed by the roaring wave of chuckling and snorting from the other Beastkin present in the chamber, excluding her friends.
"And how would you do that?" he asks after silencing down the crowd again. "You've never come even close to touching them. Oh, I apologize. I guess it still counts as touching when I'm the one doing it after our duels." Some people snicker quietly. "Do you think anything would change today? There's a huge chasm between the two of us. Or... Do you perhaps think that a single Dwarf and this... thing... will be enough to take me down?"

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I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)
FantasyAlastair Carter is a 27-year-old marketing and management teacher like many others around the world. Well... maybe besides the fact that he teaches some of that world's prodigies, but it's just a small detail. Even though he loves fantasy novels, he...