Master of Lust-Chapter 77 Cuckolded old coot

"Hmmm?" The old man sensed a sudden shift in the wind as he opened his eyes and gazed towards the purple mist.

Squinting his eyes, the old man attempted to see through the mist. The purple fog had begun to disperse. As it thinned, his eyes carefully scanned the area where the mysterious fog had concealed the boy and the girl.

The old man's eyes widened as the purple mist that had ensnared his men for what felt like an eternity started to dissipate. His henchmen, the unfortunate souls trapped in the relentless fog, had endured unimaginable horrors, their cries of agony gradually muted by the mist's malevolent grip. As the mist cleared, he couldn't help but worry about the fate of his loyal men.

"Phe!!" The old man spat in frustration, his thoughts filled with contempt for those inept men. He had little regard for their incompetence; they couldn't even accomplish the simplest tasks.

Yet, the old man was no fool. He cautiously advanced toward the dissipating mist, his weathered face displaying a mix of concern and confusion. With each step, he carefully surveyed the surroundings, trying to comprehend the sudden transformation. Having seen the horrifying fate that had befallen his men within the mist, he had no desire to get caught in its clutches.

The forest had plunged into an eerie silence, disrupted solely by the rustling of leaves in the wind. The old man's heart raced with anxiety, his instincts warning him of potential danger. He couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip through his fingers; capturing the girl was of utmost importance.

As the final traces of mist dissipated, unveiling the eerie aftermath, the old man's worst fears were realized. The forest floor was strewn with the grotesque remains of his henchmen. What had once been strong, imposing figures now lay in contorted, mangled states, their flesh corroded, their bones grotesquely exposed. The stench of decay pervaded the air, and the scene served as a horrifying statement to the mist's malevolence.

In all his years of treacherous endeavors, the old man had never witnessed such a scene or anything remotely close to it. The mist had engulfed his men, leaving behind only haunting echoes of their torment, and now it was dissipating as suddenly as it had appeared. Despite his own history of inflicting violence and mayhem, the old man couldn't help but be profoundly affected by the sheer cruelty of what had transpired. He felt like an amateur, gazing upon a macabre masterpiece.

The old man gritted his teeth, consumed by anger and frustration. He had lost his devoted followers, and his scheme to capture the girl had been thwarted. He remained ignorant of the cause behind this phenomenon, but he recognized it as a formidable force. In his greed and desperation, he had underestimated the dangers of this mysterious forest.

Was someone assisting the boy and girl from the shadows, or was it the boy himself who held the key to these occurrences? What had caused the mist to dissipate, and who was responsible for this eerie turn of events? The old man had too many questions.

Yet, he had something even more critical to address than seeking answers. To deal with it, he couldn't afford to succumb to his tumultuous emotions.

Taking a deep breath, the old man averted his eyes from the gruesome scene and surveyed the area, his gaze narrowing in concentration.

As the mist slowly dissipated, it revealed a sight that left the old man utterly speechless. Rick stood there, his expression cocky and unapologetic, next to the girl, who appeared resigned yet intrigued. It was evident that something extraordinary had occurred within the mist to keep the two of them safe, but the old man remained completely ignorant of the details.

Rick scanned the forest, evaluating the situation, and then directed his focus to the old man. He smirked, seemingly unperturbed by the interrupted negotiation they had previously discussed.

"Well, well, old man, it seems our little chat got cut short. But I must admit old man, you have shown some patience. I respect that," Rick playfully taunted the old man.

"Cut the chit-chat. You better not be—" The old man was a bit suspicious, but suddenly, something seized his attention.

The old man's eyes widened as they fell upon a seemingly innocent white mattress that had appeared out of nowhere on the forest floor, a bizarre appearance that left him utterly flabbergasted. It was like reality had taken a crazy turn in this mysterious place.

His confusion only deepened as he took a closer look at the girl, his gaze then swung back to the girl, noting her somewhat disheveled appearance, her hair a little messy, and her shirt's top buttons casually undone. His sharp eyes could even see some skin through that gap, her cleavage was clearly visible to him. Anxious and suspicious thoughts began swirling through his mind, a whirlwind of unsettling possibilities, none of which brought him any comfort.

With trembling hands, he turned to Rick, his voice quivering with a mixture of fear and rage. He needed to know what had gone down between Rick and the girl, and he confronted Rick, his voice shaky but demanding, ""What happened here? What did you do to her? Where did that bed come from?"

"Ah, my dear friend, you're quite the detective, aren't you? You are noticing, such small details. But let's not get bogged down in the mundane details of our little rendezvous. We had a spirited chat about the weather, didn't we girl?" Rick, donning a sly grin that matched his cheeky demeanor, decided to play coy, choosing to answer in a manner that would only further infuriate the old man.

But Rick's response did little to ease the old man's concerns. Instead, a swirl of suspicion and unease overtook his thoughts. What was Rick concealing, and what had genuinely unfolded while they were concealed by that mist cloud?

The old man's frustration grew as he realized that the boy was intentionally avoiding the question. His fears and doubts about what might have transpired between the boy and girl continued to torment him. He couldn't help but wonder if his most disturbing suspicions were true.

"Quit with your nonsense! Don't try to be mysterious with me. What did you do to her? Answer me!" The old man angrily asked.

"Old man... Why the temper? Fine, did you know that forest spirits are known to be quite mischievous? They have a knack for making things... appear. Naughty spirits." Rick continued to dance around the old man's questions, maintaining his infuriatingly vague responses.

"Well, while we're on the subject of mysteries, ever come across a forest that can manifest your innermost desires? It's quite something, you know. A place where fantasies come to life."

The old man's frustration was undeniable as he persisted in his quest for answers from Rick. He was torn between his overwhelming desire to confront Rick directly and the lingering threat of the mysterious purple mist that still surrounded the pair. He attempted different approaches, hoping to extract the truth about what had transpired between Rick and the girl.

"Enough with your games! Tell me, what did you do with her?"

Rick, forever the trickster, flashed a sly grin, evidently relishing the old man's growing frustration. "Ah, my dear friend, you're quite insistent. But you see, the forest has its unique way of spinning tales. Have you ever heard of its storytelling skills? It's truly something remarkable."

"I'm not interested in your forest stories! I want answers," the old man seethed.

"Answers, you say? Yet the allure of a story lies in its mystery, in the enigmatic twists and turns. It's like a puzzle waiting to be unraveled," Rick replied, maintaining an air of mystique.

"You think you can ridicule me? I can make you pay!" the old man warned Rick, "I'll offer you one final opportunity. Tell me the truth, or I'll make sure you regret this."

Rick couldn't help but chuckle at the old man's threats. He knew he was pushing his luck, but he couldn't resist the opportunity to keep the old man on edge.

"Threats won't coax answers, my friend. Plus, I've always believed that life is too short to be serious all the time. Have you ever tried a good joke to lighten the mood?"

"Oh, dear sir, you seem awfully fixated on one topic. Perhaps you need a change of scenery? What do you say we delve into the marvels of these Whispering Wetlands instead?"

"I suppose many folks get themselves wet with pleasure in this forest, hence the name. Won't you concur with me, my lovely lady?" Rick quipped as he winked at Evelina, playfully teasing her.

"Oops, you are showing a little too much. Don't you know there are perverts all around," Rick took a step towards the girl and started unbuttoning her shirt. He was loud enough for the old man to hear, and his actions were to infuriate him.

The old man's frustration grew, "You can't play games forever. Tell me the truth, or I'll make you pay."

Rick, still wearing a cheeky grin, decided to dance around the question once more.

"Pay? Ah, that's a concept we should explore further. What's the price of a secret, I wonder?"

"Tell me, how much are you willing to pay me for this secret?"

"Boy!!!"

"Oh fine... Consider this a favour. You will owe me one." Rick helplessly sighed.

"You will be glad to know that I have talked to the girl... Very deeply. I have made her understand "very deeply" that you want to fuck this beautiful lady and she should feel privileged that an old pervert like you had set your eyes on her."

"But you see, we had a problem,"

"What?" The old man was starting to look a less erratic.

"The girl says that she had never done anything of this sort before. You know, the girl is a virgin, clearly a bit worried and skeptical."

"But don't worry..." Before the old man could say anything, Rick interjected and continued.

"I have taken care of that small issue for you," Rick thumped his chest with pride.

"What have you done?"

"I cuckolded you, old coot," A mischievous grin appeared on Rick's face as he looked at the old man, "I took the girl's virginity,"

"I HAVE ALREADY FUCKED YOUR GIRL," Rick said happily.

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