019 BUYING ANOTHER MAID FOR THE BATH?

019 BUYING ANOTHER MAID FOR THE BATH?

"He skipped his training and spent the day making us... entertain him," the girl replied, her tone flat, though a hint of disgust lingered behind her words.

The younger man grinned at this, a look of smug satisfaction crossing his face. "What did he do in the bath, fuck you?"

"He still could not form an erection despite three of us stimulating him", she replied with scorn.

"It took me great lengths to find the poison that would destroy his fertility. An impotent heir is less of a threat to us", the older man said.

"I pity you having to tolerate that impotent bastard", the younger said as he pulled the maid over pulling her hand to touch him. "See I don't need stimulation to become like a rock".

"Enough, back to business", the older man snapped.

"Father, I told you there's nothing to worry about. He's an idiot. Without proper training and serious improvement, he'll never beat me in combat," the younger man took down the maid's blouse before thrusting himself into her.

"Argghhh"

"What are you doing?" The older man narrowed his eyes toward the girl. "What's his plan for tomorrow?"

"Argghhhh, he's visiting the Bagnio la Pleasur…e with General Kasshyek," the girl reported as she was fucked.

"Good," the older man muttered, considering the news as he grabbed the maid's large breast to try it too, not willing to let his son have it all.

"You'll continue to bring us updates on the heir's movements. Be here again tomorrow," he added before he kicked her to the door terminating the service.

"Come on father, we are not done yet?" the younger man protested.

The girl bowed to the men quickly before leaving.

The older man frowned in disapproval. "You'd do well not to follow your cousin's bad habits. Women and distractions ruined him, and they'll ruin you too if you're careless."

"I'm not that fool, it's not the first time we have a father and son bonding together," the younger man shot back, wiping his mouth, still grinning.

"You're foolish enough to leave him alive. I told you to kill him and be thorough," the father scolded, his voice sharp with frustration.

"I did! He was dead when we left him in the forest. I have no idea how he survived," the younger man retorted, defensively.

"Well, he's back, and that's a problem. He's even awakened magic. I would have him assassinated if he became a threat to us," the older man said.

"He's no threat to us. Look at him—heading off to a brothel without a care in the world. I'll finish him during the family duel. I swear it," the son declared, his voice brimming with overconfidence.

The older man, however, furrowed his brow, his unease palpable.

"I've got a bad feeling about this. It's his smug face. The bastard wouldn't come back from the dead just to die again at our hands in some family duel. Something doesn't sit right."

"We can't apply logic to an idiot's actions, Father," the son scoffed, dismissing the concern.

"Perhaps," the father muttered, though the doubt lingered in his eyes.

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The road to the Bagnio la Pleasure was filthy, like most of Gomora City's streets, but the last stretch was somehow even worse.

The esteemed patrons of the brothel might never see the squalor while riding in their luxurious carriages, but Leo had chosen to walk, exposing himself to the city's darker side.

"Why walk to the brothel?" Kasshyek asked, keeping pace beside him.

"I wanted to see the real Gomora, the pathetic side," Leo replied.

The street was lined with beggars—homeless children, the old, the crippled. The only profession here was begging.

Kasshyek glanced around. "Now that you mention it, I've traveled this road a thousand times, but only during a mission."

"There must be a reason all the decay of the city gather around this place," Leo wondered aloud.

As they walked, a beggar girl, almost sixteen, approached them.

"Here," Leo said, tossing her a coin.

Kasshyek frowned. "Don't give alms here. If you do, a swarm of beggars will come."

True to Kasshyek's prediction, a group of beggars—children, the elderly, the lame—descended upon them, each pleading for money.

"I don't have much, but here," Leo said, tossing all his coins onto the street. The beggars scrambled after them.

"You can feed them for a day, but not forever," Kasshyek remarked.

"That's true," Leo admitted.

The beggar girl who first approached them then returned.

"I've already given all my coins. Maybe next time," Leo said, assuming she wanted more.

But she shook her head. "I'm not here for more money. Are you from the Order of Roses?"

Leo looked puzzled. "No. What's the Order of Roses?"

Even Kasshyek appeared confused, shaking his head.

"Why are you looking for the Order of Roses?" Leo asked.

"They're looking for special girls. They'll pay a lot for information," she replied.

"Who are they, Order of Roses?" Kasshyek asked.

"That's the same thing she's asking, genius," Leo retorted.

The girl pointed to a nearby building with a small, crude graffiti of a rose on the wall. "There—that's the Order of Roses."

"It's just a rose," Kasshyek said dismissively.

But Leo squinted, recognizing something familiar. "I know someone with that same rose on her shoulder," he murmured, lost in thought.

The beggar girl interrupted. "Do you want to buy my information?"

Leo considered it. "How much do you want? And where's the girl the Rose wants?"

The girl hesitated before speaking.

"Here—I am the Rose," she said, pulling back her rags to reveal a rose-shaped mark on her shoulder. It wasn't a tattoo; it was something she was born with, unmistakably genuine.

Kasshyek stepped forward. "And your price?"

The girl looked at Leo. "I want you to feed me forever. I do not want to be hungry again."

"It's a deal. What is your name?" Leo asked the girl.

"My name is Sasje", she replied.

"From now on your name is Lillsa", he replied to her before asking Kasshyek, "Kasshyek, take her back to the mansion."

Kasshyek made a face. "She's too young for... what your maids do for you. She's barely sixteen."