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Chapter 17: The Village Chief
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 17: The Village Chief - Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream:"Graduate college.Get a job.Screw MILFs." But reality wasn't so kind to him—black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death-he died. Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either. He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all? "What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!"
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Aunt Harem Anal Sex First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Slow
As women rode Mike—one after another—his breath grew shallow. Moans filled the air, skin slapped against skin.
And from the edge of the street...
The village chief arrived.
A man of short stature, hunched slightly with age, his long white beard trailing down his chest. He leaned on a polished cane.
At each side stood two women—tall, slim, with tight curves and soft, impassive faces.
Behind him, armored soldiers marched in silence. The sound of metal boots on ground echoed.
“What in the gods’ name is happening here?”
The village chief—Wuluf, a weathered man in his sixties—stepped forward, stroking his white beard as he squinted at the chaotic scene before him.
Two of his armored escorts moved swiftly past, passing through the haze of moans and sweat. Without hesitation, they seized the writhing women off Mike’s body—pulling them away from his cock, from his mouth, from his limbs—and tossed them aside with rough shoves.
Wuluf’s cane tapped the ground.
“So this boy’s treating you all to a public fuck?”Pressing on the word:”And...”
He leaned closer, gaze narrowing.
“I made myself clear, didn’t I?” Wuluf growled.”The boy stays here. But he was not to fuck any of the women. That was the condition for letting him stay in this village at all.”
“So why is this boy fucking every woman in the village—without my permission?”
Wuluf jabbed a finger toward his nearest soldier.
“Get him up.”
A burly soldier stepped forward and grabbing Mike by the shoulder.
“Fuck off.”Mike snapped
In one sudden motion, he seized the soldier’s neck, pulling the throat out. The man’s eye bulged, blood spattering everywhere.
Wuluf’s eyes went wide. “Why you—!” he barked, fury cracking the syllables. “Kill this boy. Now.”
The soldiers burst forward—nearly a dozen—rushing out of Wuluf’s side.
Mike stood his ground.
“One night,” Mike screamed, voice loud—unwavering”Just one night. I’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want with me.”His eyes narrowed, locking onto the oncoming onslaught.”But you kill those soldiers. Right now.”
A beat of silence.
The soldiers scoffed. One of them spat to the side.”What, you think we’re interested in a brat like you?”
Mike smirked.
“Not you.”
His eyes shifted—to the side.Women lay sprawled—sweaty, breathless. Some having fingers buried between their own thighs, others had their tongues shoved into each other’s holes, as they only watched Mike with wild, hungry eyes.
“Them.”
Mike let the word hang—
Before the soldiers could scoff or even raise a retort—
“Aaaaaa!”The scream tore through the square.
The women surged forward.More than triple the soldiers’ number.
The armored men barely had time to react.
“Wha—?!” one gasped, too late.
They were already swarmed.
These wMike’t helpless villagers. These were women who’d patrolled the wild edge of the village for long—hunted, fought, survived. Their bodies were flexible, calloused, scarred, honed by the grind of survival.
They leapt.
Grabbing spears.Ripping shields from stunned hands.Tearing armor loose.
One woman roared as she snapped a soldier’s arm back—bone cracking like dry wood—then flung the torn limb high into the air.Another tore out a man’s throat as he tried to pull away—his mouth gurgling in endless blood.
Limbs flew.Armor clanged.
The soldiers collapsed to the ground—bloodied and broken.
Some missing one arm, while others—missing both.One twitched on the ground, jaw completely torn off.Another’s head — yanked clean—body still spasming where it knelt.
Mike just smirked.
“What do you say now, Village Chief Wuluf?”
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