CHAPTER 233: 241. A JOB WELL-DONE

Asher, Rin and Val wore their clothes back before two guards entered the dining room. Their eyes flicked toward the grotesque sight of Veyna sprawled across the marble floor, blood pooling beneath the stump of her severed leg before quickly shifting their attention to Asher and Val.

"Bring the Guildmaster," Asher ordered, voice calm but laced with authority.

The guards bowed and exited without a word. A few minutes later, the muffled rumble of a hoarse-drawn chariot echoed from the estate gates.

Asher turned toward Val. "Have your little heart-to-heart conversation with Veyna." he said with a wry smirk. "But Rin stays. I still don’t trust your sister not to pull something stupid."

With that, he left the sisters alone and made his way to his room.

Inside, Tama lay still on the bed, her chest rising and falling faintly. Asher sat beside her and gently nudged her shoulder.

Her eyelids fluttered open, dazed and glassy. Asher slipped an arm beneath her neck, tilted her head, and uncorked the healing potion. The green liquid shimmered faintly as he poured it into her mouth.

She gave a soft cough, then whispered hoarsely, "Master... I’m sorry..."

A tear rolled down her cheek.

Asher wiped it away with his thumb and gave her a gentle smile. "You can apologize later. Right now, just focus on getting better, okay?"

He kissed her forehead. Her body relaxed slightly in his arms, though shame still clung to her heart like a shadow.

She had betrayed him.

All to see her mother again—or what little was left of her. And for what? A memory desecrated and puppeted. Her mother—turned into a hollow thing. A walking corpse.

Tama hated herself. She wished the pain would end. That she’d died instead. But then she remembered the mutilated corpses of her kin—her clan, her blood—raised like lifeless dolls. She clenched her fists weakly.

No. She couldn’t die yet.

Someone had done this to her people. And she would find them. She would lay every black catfolk soul to rest with dignity—even if it killed her.

A fragile smile curved her lips. She nodded faintly to her master.

"I’ll go get you something warm to eat," Asher said, rising to his feet.

Asher didn’t bother disturbing the maids. He walked to the kitchen himself, his presence instantly felt as he entered. The maids turned, wide-eyed. Their cheeks flushed. Their thighs pressed together, remembering what had just happened hours ago.

They remembered being pinned down by their own moans, their hands deep between their legs, dildos slick with their juices while Asher destroyed Val and Rin in front of them. They had watched helplessly as he pounded both girls—Val moaning his name like a prayer, Rin begging with tears in her eyes as he filled her over and over.

None of them had been spared by the desire that flooded the room.

Now, as he entered, calm and casual, they froze, stealing shy glances at him. Blushing. Fidgeting.

He didn’t speak much. Just asked for ingredients and began making porridge. But his silence alone was louder than any order. Each motion he made—slicing, stirring, tasting—was so confident it made their thighs squeeze tighter.

He finally turned around, holding the warm bowl of porridge in one hand, and flashed them a slow, wicked grin.

"Tonight..." he said, his voice low, dripping with promise. "We continue where we left off, ladies."

He let that hang.

"So clean up nice. Go amd take your dildos and clean them too. And the bad boy in my pants has got plans for every one of your little cunts."

He winked.

Several maids gasped. One stumbled and had to catch herself on the counter. Another bit her lip hard to stop herself from moaning.

But was he serious?

Could one man really handle all of them?

More than ten women?

Impossible.Not even old battle-hardened men could do that. Some can’t even satisfy a single woman, what more him. A teenager. He can’t really satisfy all of them.

But then again... maybe not. They’d seen how he was with Rin and Val. He was like a beast.

Asher walked out, cocky and calm, leaving them with their imaginations runnjng wild and returned to his room. He fed Tama slowly, watching her lips as they wrapped around the spoon. Her eyes sparkled faintly. The warmth of the porridge gave her a little energy.

Soon after he was done feeding her, he heated water, stripped her, and carried her naked into the bath. And of course, he joined her. His toned body pressed against hers beneath the steamy air. He soaped her gently, dragging his fingers across every inch of her soft skin.

His hand traced the claw scars running across her chest—still healing, the skin tight where it had sewn together by his healing potions.

"You need to get better soon," he murmured. "Rin misses you."

Tama frowned. "Rin? She probably wishes I was dead."

Asher chuckled. "You know that’s not true. She cares. You both mean the world to me."

A soft smile broke through her pout.

The porridge had done its work. She was feeling a little stronger.

They stayed in the bath for a while before he carried her back to the room, towel-dried her carefully, and rubbed lotion into her skin. Then he tucked her under the covers—naked but warm.

He took her dirty clothes, washed them, and hung them to dry in the bathroom.

Just as he was finishing, a soft knock came at the door.

A maid.

She bowed. "The Guildmaster has arrived."

Asher followed her through the passage until they reached the dining room and saw a couple of S ranks there.

The first one was of course Liloth Alvado, the Guildmaster. An S-rank with strength enough to carry two horses without breaking a sweat. She wore a light purple dress that hugged every sinful curve of hers and stopped just above her knees. When Asher entered, she glanced his way—just a flicker of a smile before returning to her serious mask.

Freya was there too, the ice magic dark elf. She avoided his gaze completely, staring down at the floor, looking guilty and suspicious. Exactly what Tama had warned him about.

Then Aria. The youngest S-rank of them all. She had long lashes, pouty lips, a barely-there blouse exposing her pierced navel, and shorts that left nothing to the imagination. It might’ve qualified as a belt than a short. She licked her lips and winked at him openly.

He gave her a slow smirk and finally took his seat beside Val on the couch, spreading his legs slightly, completely at ease.

"Thanks for calling me," Liloth began. "Veyna already confessed. What she did to her sister—and how she plotted to have you killed—it won’t go unpunished."

But Asher barely heard her words.

His eyes were glued to that dress she came here wearing. The way it wrapped around her thighs, hugged her waist, curved up her chest. Had she dressed up for the case—or for him?

He smirked again.

She was a naughty woman.

And it was working.

He gave her a wink.

She blushed. Hard. Her lips parted slightly before she turned her gaze away and tried to concentrate on the case again.

"It’s a shame," Aria sighed. "I really liked working with Mrs. Veyna. Didn’t expect it to end like this."

Veyna gave a dry, bitter chuckle. "I liked working with you too... Hope you find a better partner."

Freya crossed her arms, eyes flicking to Veyna’s bloodied stump. "Did you really have to break her leg?" she asked, glancing at Asher.

He leaned back in his couch, one hand brushing his jaw. "Would you rather she had taken my life instead?"

"That’s not what I—"

"It’s fine," Veyna said flatly, her voice low. "It hurts... but I’ll be dead soon anyway."

"Don’t give up on life just yet," Liloth cut in gently, her tone firm. "The elders will deliberate. You’ve done a lot for the kingdom—maybe enough to earn mercy. Perhaps punishment, yes... but not death."

Valerie stepped closer. "I’ll do everything I can, sis. I’ve forgiven you. And I’ll make sure the kingdom does too."

Veyna’s gaze softened just a little as she looked at her. "You’re too kind."

Then Asher stood, stretching slightly with a deliberate slow grace. "Well... Val wants you alive. Your friends want you alive. Who am I to wish otherwise?" He smirked. "But hey, let’s not be unrealistic. You deserve punishment—life in prison at the very least. But before that..."

He leaned in slightly, eyes glinting. "Let’s not forget why I came here in the first place. I was on a job, remember?"

Veyna let out a dry, hollow chuckle. "Really now?"

"I still need my payment," Asher said bluntly. "I protected your sister like you asked. I even healed her."

Aria raised a brow, eyeing him curiously. "Come to think of it... how did you heal her that fast?"

Valerie’s cheeks turned crimson as she quickly looked away, lips pressed together.

Asher grinned, deliberately cocky. "It’s a secret. But if you ever feel sick, Aria, don’t hesitate to come see me."

His gaze dropped, lingering just a little too long on the curve of her pierced navel. She was lean and tall, confident in the way she carried herself. Not overly endowed, but she had a kind of wild charm that was sexy in its own right.

Aria winked, playfully sticking out her tongue and flashing a V-sign over her eye. "The fast, flashy, and absolutely fabulous Aria will definitely come running if I feel the tiniest fever, doctor."

"You’ll always be welcome," he murmured with a grin.

With that, the S-Ranks took Veyna into custody, bound and still bleeding. Her fate now rested in the hands of the elders, who would interrogate her further and decide on her punishment after hearing the full extent of her crimes or who she worked with.

As they disappeared down the corridor, Asher let out a long breath. The tension finally drained from his shoulders.

Time to wait for the maids to clean themselves up, and the blood stains in the carpets.

He smirked, impatiently waiting for all of them to bath and come out fresh.

Yeah... he was coming out of this quest stronger. No doubt.

The system better cough up some damn good rewards.

TBC