“Big Sis, Third Sis, are you there?” Lila yelled.
Lorelei and Nebula rushed over soon after. At first, they were worried at first that those Yakshas would be difficult to deal with Alex’s absence, but they unexpectedly stopped moving after the Yaksha King roared. Instead of attacking or biting them, they blocked the moon gate firmly to prevent the women from leaving.
“Seventh Sis, Ninth Sis, why are you here?”
“Ah, Seventh Sis! What happened to your arm?”
Although Lila’s arm was reconnected, Lorelei could tell that it had just been severed and looked stiff.
“Sis!”
The seventh sister, the woman in red, rushed over and hugged Lorelei. Next to them, Resha said, “Eustace Underwood severed her arm.”
“What?!”
“He even killed Fifth Sis,” Lila went on.
“Cordelia is dead?!” both Lorelei and Nebula exclaimed.
“Preposterous! How preposterous!”
“I always knew he was indifferent, but I didn’t expect he would be that cold-blood. Cordelia did many things for him and even saved him several times. He bit the hand that fed him. What an ungrateful man.”
“As expected, he is not the candidate for the seed. If I were Her Highness, I wouldn’t choose him either!”
Lila said, “Sis, I heard you become a maid for that janitor? Is that true? You even personally captured him a few days ago. You’ve signed a master-servant contract with him, and you’ll be serving him in just a few days. Why can’t I understand it? Is he really the new seed?”
“Seed my as*!” said Lorelei angrily.
Lorelei felt like she was about to be driven mad. She really couldn’t reason with someone so unreasonable. Since when did she say that she had been violated?
Immediately afterward, she patiently explained that she really hadn’t been violated, but a restriction was planted in her. It was because he had threatened her with Yakshas. Of course, she wouldn’t have done it willingly unless she was crazy.
Just then, something flashed, Alex had returned.
“Lorelei, come here and massage my feet! It really hurts! It hurts just thinking of it!”
As soon as Lorelei heard that, she ran over eagerly under the few women’s gazes around her. “Master, are you alright? Which part of your feet hurts? I will massage it… You’ll be very comfortable. You may place your feet on my thighs.”
The crowd of women was speechless. If she hadn’t done it out of her own accord, what was that then?
Judging by her performance, she was a complete bootlicker!
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