[Forbidden for the Brave] (11)

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Chapter Eleven - Anger

The three of us sat silently in the tavern. I told them about my encounter with Cassie. The Thorn Foundation would be

holding a banquet on a random night, and only those invited would know the time and location. When they

heard that Princess Anya would be attending, they fell silent. My suspicions had been confirmed; Anya was

likely the second princess of the Kingdom of Yula, Celia, and Jessica was her bodyguard.

Of course, I skipped over the fact that I had gone with Cassie to register at the council hall to get closer to her, hoping they

wouldn't notice my alias on the notice board—Ray. My full name is Oni-Hunter.R., R being short for Ray, meaning

lightning . My master told me this word comes from an ancient language, literally meaning queen,

but literally referring to the victor. However, I prefer the pronunciation of "Ren. "

The competition was tomorrow, and I didn't want to be watched by the two of them. I also had some plans of my own. Jessica sat

for a while, then stood up and said she was going to gather more information, leaving me to protect Anya in the tavern until she returned. I

had nothing else to do, so I nodded to Anya.

Anya's expression was grave. Although I hadn't told her about the performance, I had mentioned that there were many guards inside,

and it seemed impossible to take someone away with that kind of force. She got up, indicating she needed to go to the restroom. I ignored her and continued to

stare blankly. After a while, I noticed the boss glancing at me suspiciously. I pretended to look outside,

pretending to be lost in thought. He thought I hadn't seen her slip into the women's restroom. Did the boss have a perverted hobby?

Wait, Anya was the only one in the women's restroom now. It must be Anya who was spying. This boss seemed like a good person at

first , but his recent actions had become increasingly strange. I started to strain my hearing, trying to figure out

what was happening inside.

First, I heard the door open, followed by a soft gasp from Anya.

"Ah, Uncle, you startled me! This is the women's restroom!"

"Ah, my dear Anya, I can't take it anymore, give me another blowjob!"

Another? When did Anya give the boss oral sex? I was completely confused, not knowing what had happened.

"Why are you like this... You said it would only be once, Uncle, please don't do this anymore, the landlady will get hurt... Mmm..."

Anya's words were suddenly interrupted, followed by a slurping sucking sound, it seemed that the lecherous uncle

had already stuck his tongue into Anya's small mouth. I was about to get up and go in to stop him when a few customers came in from outside.

Damn it, why now of all times? Going in now would definitely make things very ugly. I decided to wait for another opportunity. The uncle

's mouth was still licking and sucking Anya's cherry lips, and Anya only made soft whimpering resistance.

"Hmm... Your little mouth is still so sweet... Come on... Let me see your white big breasts again."

Anya was probably already furious with the uncle's lewd words, her face flushed.

"...Hmm... Uncle... Don't pinch... Ren... It's right outside... Hmm... Be gentle."

The uncle's mouth was still making slurping sucking sounds, probably licking Anya's jade neck, and then I heard the sound of

clothes being torn open.

"...Ah...don't squeeze so hard...it hurts so much when you pinch my breasts..."

"...Mmm...so soft...I've been wanting these big breasts so much...my wife's are big too...but

she won't let me touch them since that night...you understand my pain, right...oh!...so good..."

The boss seemed to have Anya's tender breasts in his hands, playing with them wantonly. I still couldn't figure out what

had happened . Anya wasn't forced to give me oral sex the time I bumped into her. Then I heard Anya's

moans and the boss's excited, muffled breathing coming from inside.

"...Mmm...hurry up...Ren will notice something's wrong...let's finish this quickly..."

It sounded like Anya was begging the boss to do her. My heart tightened, and then I heard the boss

unbuckle his belt and take off his pants.

"Come on, use your little hands, yes, like that night, stroke them back and forth...oh...yes...oh...so good..."

Only the boss's panting and the slapping sound of Anya's little hands hitting the boss's fat belly remained in the toilet.

"...Uncle, hurry up and finish...Just cum already...I don't want to go on like this anymore..."

"...How could Anya be like this...Oh...You were the one who came that night...begging me to forgive you...Oh...you promised to help me get revenge

but then went back on your word...You were the one who asked me if there were any other ways to quell my anger...If that bitch hadn't suddenly come to the tavern

that night ...I wouldn't have rushed...um...rushed to cum in your little mouth..."

That night? Was it the day I was unconscious? It seems Anya was determined not to let me help her and came to apologize to

the owner , but unexpectedly encountered this situation.

"...Oh...so good...If you want it to be faster...just take it in with your little mouth..."

"...Mmm...no...it's dirty..."

"It's okay...Anya...please, Uncle...just take the glans in your mouth..."

"...Oh!...yes...so soft...Anya's little mouth is the best..."

Anya probably wanted to finish quickly and gave in. I imagined Anya slightly parting her lips and taking the boss's bright red glans

into her little mouth, licking the boss's anus with her tongue, her little hands constantly stroking the boss's ugly

penis .

"...Ugh...ugh..."

Anya's soft whimpers and occasional swallowing sounds kept coming from the toilet. I didn't know if it was saliva or semen flowing from the anus

. The boss was already groaning excitedly.

"...Oh...Anya's little mouth is so good...take it deeper...take it in..."

"Ugh" Ugh"

Anya seemed to shake her head, the protesting sound coming from her mouth with the glans in her mouth was a little strange.

"...Ah...I don't care...Oh!...So warm!...So comfortable...Oh...Oh...Lick my penis back and forth with your tongue..."

It seemed the older man ignored Anya's resistance, grabbed her head with both hands, and thrust in. Then came

a series of whimpers from Anya and the sounds of thrusting.

"...Oh...Young mouths are so good...Every time I fuck my wife's mouth, she doesn't want to...That night

she even got sucked by so many villagers...Oh...Slut...Anya's mouth is so good...She only blows for me..."

The boss continued to thrust forcefully in and out of Anya's mouth, having already done it hundreds of times. He

probably felt he was about to ejaculate, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

"Oh...So good...Anya still said she didn't want to...Look, your nipples are hard...Let me pinch them...Oh..."

Just then, a female customer's words caught my attention.

"I'm going to the toilet."

Great, if she went in, the boss would definitely stop, and Anya's suffering would end. I relaxed.

I heard a hurried shoving sound from inside the restroom as the female customer approached.

"Oh... someone's coming in... hurry up and get into a stall..."

Then came a groan of pain as Anya stumbled and hit the wall.

"...Shh... it'll be over soon... it's not good if we get caught..."

"...Uncle! What are you doing... we agreed you'd only use your mouth!..."

"Shh... Anya... Uncle's about to cum... I won't go in... just clamp your thighs between your legs... let me fuck your

big white legs..."

This sudden development caught me off guard. So the women's restroom had stalls?

"...How could this be..."

I could clearly hear their whispered murmurs.

"Oh...yes...just clamp down like this...oh...these thighs are so soft...oh...it feels so good...let me suck your

breasts..."

"...Uncle...oh...come on...this is...the last time..."

Then came the slapping sounds of the boss's big belly hitting Anya's lower abdomen, mixed with

the sounds of the boss sucking Anya's tender white breasts. After a while, the female customer came out of the toilet,

but the battle inside had intensified.

The slapping sounds grew faster and faster, and Anya kept moaning softly.

The sounds of their intercourse kept coming from their bodies, indicating that Anya's desire had been ignited. Her thighs were covered in vaginal fluid, and the sounds of the boss's big penis

thrusting in and out were lewd.

"Oh! I'm going to cum! Oh... one last time... let me cum inside!... Oh

!... Oh..."

Anya let out a long moan, clearly feeling her tender hole being

brutally penetrated by the boss's thick penis, but I couldn't confirm it. I could only hear the gurgling sound of semen continuously shooting out of

the boss .

I waited anxiously outside. After a while, Anya sat back down with a calm expression. I couldn't tell

if the boss's big penis had been brutally inserted into her tender hole. I just felt a surge of displeasure. Although it

wasn't angry.

At this moment, I saw the customer from before looking at us. The woman whispered,

"It must be her. Her boyfriend is sitting outside, but she's being fucked by someone else in the toilet. What a slut."

The man lewdly scanned Anya up and down, as if he were pressing Anya down on the table and

thrusting his penis back and forth in Anya's cunt.

Just then, Jessica returned, looking disheveled. She said she hadn't found any useful clues and that

none of her local friends knew anything about the Thorn Corporation. It seemed like a very well-organized and tightly controlled

organization . Suddenly, I noticed Anya's flushed face and my unnatural expression.

"Did you bully my lady while I was away?"

Anya was about to explain when I said fiercely.

"No, I wouldn't dare. Even if I did, it wasn't me,"

Anya said, stunned by my words. She probably guessed that her secret might have been exposed,

and looked at , as if she was about to cry.

Jessica saw this and yelled at me,

"Still saying no! Look, you've made my lady cry! Do you believe I'll chop you up?"

I was furious and couldn't hold back any longer.

"Tch, come with me and chop me up if you dare!"

I said, and started to walk out. Anya grabbed Jessica and shook her head, on the verge of tears.

"Don't be afraid, Miss. Let me go out and teach him a lesson, so you can see this kid is just a piece of trash."

Once outside, I calmed down considerably, but since I'd already made the promise, a fight was inevitable, and it might end badly

. I didn't want to deal with this mess anymore. Jessica looked at me disdainfully and said,

"Since we're going to fight, there's a condition. If I win, you have to kowtow and apologize to our young lady!"

"If I win, you have to grant me one request."

Jessica sneered at my words, seemingly not believing I had any chance of winning.

"Whatever your request is."

I thought for a moment and didn't seem to have any requests. I'd just treat it as practice for the competition tomorrow.

"I haven't thought of one yet. You just owe me one request, and you can do it when I think of one."

Jessica seemed confident of victory and didn't care about the harshness of my request. She nonchalantly pulled a

chain from her sleeve.

This action startled me. It turned out she was carrying a weapon—the scythe from that night, which I'd already seen

. This meant she might be hiding other weapons. I had to be careful. It's

true what they say, women are the fiercest and most cunning.

But in our first encounter, Jessica became somewhat serious. With a flick of her leg, she simultaneously swung out a chain with her right hand, and

the sharp scythe was instantly in front of me. I quickly used Wind Walk, but then I discovered a problem. This ability

felt different than before; some kind of energy within me seemed to be distorting it. Although I felt more agile and relaxed physically

, the destination and the process had changed. I moved

ten meters , lost my balance, and fell to the ground.

The onlookers laughed, but Jessica didn't. As soon as she saw the Wind Walk, she knew

I was a martial artist like her. But the Wind Walk only moved me about ten meters at a time. Although I was in a mess this time,

I moved more than twenty meters away. We were both uneasy. Anya was still looking at

us with a tearful expression. The tavern owner had somehow managed to run out of the women's restroom and was standing not far behind Anya, staring intently at her

round buttocks.

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