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His inventory had also leveled up due to how frequently he utilized the skill, and he could now store up to twenty items with the skill.

’Hehe... this is good.’ he thought, nodding in satisfaction as he closed the tab.

After walking for a few more minutes, he paused, smirking as a familiar wrinkled faced man appeared before him.

"Ohh... village chief, i wasn’t expecting you to be here." he said, but there was a hint of sarcasm within his voice.

The village chief’s brows twitched, but he kept a forced smile on his face.

Brad was also by his side, but Damien didn’t pay him any attention, treating him like he was re air.

This infuriated the boy, and his veins popped in anger.

But he could only swallow his anger, since there was nothing he could do to Damien.

"I’m only here to escort you... to your new ho." the village chief replied.

Damien scoffed, a strange glint flashing across his eyes.

He had already told the village chief the house he wanted before leaving for the guild, so there was no actual reason for the man to insist on escorting him.

It was clear that he was rely trying to talk to him and try and curry whatever favour he could.

However, there was no way Damien would let that happen.

Nonetheless, he didn’t refuse the village chief offer, and simply smiled in response.

"Sure." he said, and together, the three of them kept walking to the house.

The village chief kept trying to bring up Brad’ entry into the academy, trying to get Damien to at least show interest.

But Damien acted like he didn’t hear them at all, only replying dryly to each of their request.

It was annoying for the father-son duo, but there was nothing they could do unfortunately.

They soon arrived in front of a fairly large bungalow.

Compared to Damien’s old house, this one was a lot better.

The roof was sturdier and better constructed than the old rust–patched one he had lived under for years.

The entire compound was fenced with cleanly arranged bricks, and the gate—though simple—still stood out among the wooden fences of the neighboring houses.

Compared to the clustered, dull buildings beside it, this one almost looked like it didn’t belong in the village at all. It carried an air of newness, a freshness that made it instantly noticeable.

Of course, Damien knew exactly why.

The village chief had recently built this particular house with plans to add it to his growing list of properties.

The idea had been to rent it out or perhaps hold it as another personal asset.

That was precisely why Damien had requested this house specifically.

He knew it was the newest, most solid one available, and more importantly—he knew the chief didn’t want to give it up.

But under the imnse pressure from the villagers, the man had been forced to comply.

And it clearly showed on the man’s face.

His expression was twisted in a way that almost made Damien laugh.

He looked pained... deeply pained, like soone who had just been robbed in broad daylight and still had to smile about it.

Each step he took toward the gate felt like it physically hurt him, his cheeks twitching, his brows quivering as if forcing himself not to scowl.

Damien, on the other hand?

He was happy.

Genuinely happy.

His lips curled into a small smirk as he stepped through the gate, enjoying the sight of the compound that was now—officially—his.

The feeling only grew when he looked up and noticed two familiar figures waiting inside.

Nora and Claire stood in the compound, their eyes lighting up the mont they spotted him.

Without hesitation, the two woman ran toward him and wrapped their arms around him tightly.

Their huge boobs pressed against his chest, and he couldn’t help but revel at their softness and squishiness.

He wanted nothing more than to strip them and fondle their breasts right there, but he held himself back.

"You’re back!" Nora exclaid.

"Damien!" Claire added, her voice soft and relieved.

He gave a light nod, patting their heads gently before looking around again.

The house was quite beautiful—especially by village standards.

The walls were smooth, the windows looked new, and the entire structure had a fresh, polished feel. But...

It still wasn’t properly up to the standard he wanted.

Not the type of place he would consider ideal... but still one of the best in the entire village. Second only to the village chief’s mansion.

The chief seed to read sothing in Damien’s eyes, because he stuttered slightly before speaking.

"H–how... do you like it?" he asked, his tone shaky, forced, filled with forced politeness and obvious trace of pain.

Damien chuckled lightly.

"It’s okay..." he said casually.

Just that.

Just those two simple words.

Yet, from the way the chief’s face darkened, one would think Damien had slapped him.

His jaw tensed, his nostrils flared, and for a mont it looked like he was about to curse Damien right then and there.

But he swallowed it.

With great difficulty, he swallowed everything down.

He was just opening his mouth—likely to say sothing insincere yet respectful—when Damien cut him off smoothly.

"You can leave now... we need our privacy."

He didn’t even give the chief ti to respond.

With a simple gesture, Damien ’escorted’ them out—though it was far closer to chasing them away.

The chief stumbled slightly from how abrupt it was, Brad glaring with clenched fists but unable to utter a single complaint.

Damien raised a hand in a lazy wave, watching the two walk away with furious expressions plastered on their faces.

The father’s anger was evident... the son’s even more so.

As they moved farther down the street, Damien’s eyes drifted to the distance where a small mansion stood proudly—larger, more extravagant, clearly belonging to soone important.

That was the chief’s ho.

A short walk from his own new place.

"Hehe..." Damien smirked, amused, and then turned around, stepping back into the compound without a hint of hesitation.

He closed the gate behind him and went inside.

"Damien..." Claire said softly, her gaze drifting to the gate, before moving back to him.

Damien could easily tell she was referring to the college chief, wondering if acting so rudely to him was really the right thing to do.

However, he simply smiled at her.

"I already told you mom, you don’t have to worry about things like that." he said, moving closer to her.

He suddenly wrapped his hand around her waist, claiming her lips in a ferocious kiss.

"Mhnn..." Claire moaned softly, wrapping her hands around his neck in response.

She imdiately gave into the kiss, kissing his lips in return.

But then, there was no way her lips could match that of Damien and she was quickly dominated.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, subduing hers without rcy.

Her breath caught, and her cheeks flushed.

She subconsciously pressed her body tighter against his, almost like she was trying to sink into his body.

Damien’s hand slowly slipped downwards, giving her ass a sharp smack, before grabbing a handful of the soft flesh.

His fingers soft into the pliable flesh, and Claire let out another soft moan, montarily breaking away from the kiss.

"Don’t tell you’ve forgotten ..." Nora’s raspy voice ca from the side, as she moved closer to Damien, clutching his arm.

She placed his arm in between her breasts, squishing them from both sides with their incredible softness.

Damien chuckled lightly, his face slowly turning to her.

"Of course... I’ll never forget you." he said, causing a deep blush to climb up her cheeks.

He then pulled her into his chest, mashing his lips against her in another hot, sloppy kiss.

"Ngh..." Nora moaned into his mouth, her body trembling slightly.

Damien kissed her for a while before pulling away, but his hand remained on her huge ass, taking a firm yet gentle grip of the cheeks.

His other hand was also wrapped around Claire’s waist, dropping a little lower to take a handful of her buttocks.

The two won gasped softly, feeling a sharp spark course through their bodies from his grip alone.

Claire subconsciously turned her gaze to the ground, her cheeks red in embarrassnt.

Even though this wouldn’t be this first ti, she still felt quite embarrassed doing sothing like this with her sister right beside her.

Nora on the other hand, was more relaxed, biting her lips seductively as she looked into Damien’s eyes.

"Lets go inside... we should check out our new ho, or what do you two think?" Damien asked, a teasing smirk plastered on his face.

Smack!

As he spoke, he suddenly smacked the both of them buttocks, sending a sharp ripple coursing through their surface.

They gasped in surprise, Claire’s face already as red as a tomato.

"Of course... what else are we waiting for?" Nora replied, her breathing slowly getting heavier.

Claire only nodded, feeling too shy to even say anything.

Then they all walked into the house, with Damien’s hand firmly gripping their ass cheeks and the two of them blushing heavily.

As soon as they got into the house, Claire locked the door behind them.

Nora on the other hand, imdiately droppers to her knees, pulling Damien’s pants down.

His long, hard cock imdiately sprang out, hitting her in the face.

She gasped, a lustful smile spread on her face as the thick, masculine scent wafted into her nose.

"Your cock... has been slling so good recently..." she said, gently wrapping a hand around the base.

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