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Ok, wellp this is overall, what happens on this comic, is oh so sexy & HAWT, & the son's surprised face up there looks pretty funny, tho yeah dang is this is sorta sad/scary of a scenario happening here, especially the slavery (& contract!) but meh I've seen worse, more terrifying fates here on other posts, well she isn't even gagged or in bondage much thru all of it, ouch on the candles below her boobs earlier, but overall this is very sexy, with the womyn having fat asses wearing miniskirt, mmmmm, the stage & her getting hypnotized to be obedient furniture, & the son later on in the mistress's room just on her booty & her sexy farts hypnotizing him! Hope to see a continuation of this but doubt it, but I could hope...or see more from this artist, obviously!

This bounty hunter had spent years doing his job, hunting down criminals like they were beasts and putting his life on the line time and time again, bereft of fear. He had heard plenty of threats before, plenty of warnings about what would happen if he continued his endeavors, and shrugged them off. That said, the man before him was projecting so much hatred, so much sadistic killing intent, that he felt a chill crawl up his spine, a chill he wasn’t sure he had ever experienced before. It didn’t matter if the man before him was his target or not. He promptly turned and left, wanting to get as far away from the Knight’s Sheath and this rapacious lunatic as possible. Once he was gone, everyone in the bar applauded Noah’s performance, and he turned and bowed.

After the third round of fights, the tournament was suspended until the next day, and everyone returned home. Sitting at the desk in Valon’s room, Noah was busy replicating the headband he got from Saimallah. He had already used alchemy to create an exact replica, including the engraved runes, and was now applying a suitable ink. As he worked, he scrutinized the formula repeatedly, making sure it did what it was supposed to. For all he knew, putting it on could brand him with a curse. In his long years across the multiverse, he had learned to always look a gift horse in the mouth. Reading the formula was like reading a contract, and he had to be wary of fine print.