I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)

Chapter 93 - The Clumsy Maid ❤

After walking through a few stylish corridors, we reach the room that I assume belongs to Jericho's son. From the outside, it doesn't look any different than the other ones we have passed by, but I have a quite strong premonition that inside, it's going to be special.

To my surprise, the door isn't locked and Jericho pushes the knob to open them for me. This already tells a lot when you consider that there should be many women on the other side. They are either chained, restrained, locked up or...

A round of giggling reaches my ears shortly after both of us step inside. Soon after the door gets closed, a wave of gasps follows and a group of completely naked women hanging out all around the extremely fancy bedchamber turns their gazes at us.

Inside a room with a huge bed surrounded by fancy canopies, multiple different resting areas with sofas, comfy chairs, soft benches of different shapes, and plenty of other quite extravagant furniture in all shades of red, purple or pink, eight Human women are present. Not one has any piece of clothing, even lingerie, covering her skin or private parts. And each of them is a beautiful woman without a doubt.

"Oh! Master's father! Is Master back? Has he finally returned from his trip?" a girl with tanned skin, long blond hair and very delicious hips asks with a wide smile, starting to run towards us.

But, before she reaches our spot, another woman tackles her to the ground, throwing herself at the tanned girl as she is passing by the impressive bed.

"Slow down, bitch! I'm getting railed first! You've had your turn before May and Judy! My pussy is next!"

The grappler is a head shorter than her target and has short black hair. She's quite heavy in the breast department, pinning the other person to the floor with her massive jugs, not ones that are physically unbelievable, fortunately.

The duo starts tumbling around while wrestling with each other. It might have been a great sight with everything on display, but I can't really get into it while knowing what had happened to them and why they are behaving like this.

We are quickly surrounded by all the other women that aren't participating in the brawl taking place on the fluffy carpet. Each of them is clearly different, be it in the figure, skin colour, breast size, height, hair or just general beauty. It feels like they were chosen almost specifically to fill this guy's collection.

And all of them are clearly excited to see us, in more than one way. I can clearly see most of the girls having hardened nipples or their precious places leaking with love juices, ready to receive some affection. Two of them are openly rubbing their alluring mounds in front of us while biting on their lower lips and swaying their hips. Pretty much every single woman has a dopey grin on her face.

"Is it true? Is Master back?"

"Is he going to finally play with us?"

"I really need Master's cock... My pussy is burning! Please!"

"When can we have sex? It's been days already!"

"Did we do something wrong? Is Master unhappy?"

They start barraging us with questions, looking between me and Jericho while subjected to clear mood swings the moment their thoughts catch onto a different thing, switching from heavily excited, hopeful, full of lust, into heartbroken and sorrowful so much it's painful to look at their hurt expressions.

I exchange glances with Jericho and he sighs heavily. He doesn't need to speak to convey what he is thinking about. I can read it perfectly just from his sad and remorseful face.

"Sara, Gloria, stop fighting. If you injure yourselves, my son might lose interest in you."

The two girls that have been rolling all around the room freeze instantly. In a moment, they help each other up and start checking their bodies in fear, even going as far as to look for any bruises or marks on their opponent's skin, acting like long-time best friends.