A bright light of emotions and a delusion came to an end, and I came to my feelings. I was still holding her fragile neck in my hands, her head hanging loose. A part of me is throbbing still inside of her womb, spreading waves of pleasure through my body.

It felt like puring warm water on supercool hands, feeling both warm and cool at the same time.

My whole body was shaking, as if I had a fever. Such a nasty mix of hunger and fatigue.

I let go of her neck, her head falling on the table with a thump.

A long string of slime followed my penis, when I pulled it out... of a woman, who spreaded out on the table with her pants down.

I felt sick.

And... what was that even? Did I freak out?

But it seemed like it was not a good time to put my thinking cap, as I realized an important fact: we were making much noise, a lot of it. I had a weird feeling I had to leave this place. And I inclined to trust it.

I paused and looked around — there was supposed to be clothes lying around, which would be quite difficult to find in such a dimmed room. I had my pants on, but my boots and wastcoat happened to be at the bedroom door.

No matter how much I wanted to agonize over the whole situation, my self-preservation was stronger and pulled me forward as a result. If I had been haptured prior to this point, I would have only been enslaved and tortured. From now on though... A cold chill ran all over my body. It was so sharp, I was able to feel it even through my fatigued state.

I got hurriedly dressed, trying not to look in the direction of corpse.

Moving towards the window, I noticed a dim gleam of light, which reflected from a cascet. I had been looking forward to steal it some time ago to come by some money. Now though... Well, it doesn't matter. I still need money.

Cool and rough surface of the casket rested comfortably in my palm.

I looked out of the window, and I saw I was on the third floor, and it was a few meters drop. I could safely drop down. Putting casket in my armpit, I climbed on a window frame. Holding on to it, I looked back anxiously. I heard some steps, coming from the inner room.

By the time the door opened and two female figures emerged, I had already scuttled out into the darkness.

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Retreat. Following a fresh trace I

Anna's POV

Looking back, we understand how many odd events occurred at the same time.

At some point some weird noises started to leak from the study. Me and Merly were too busy pleasuring each other to notice. Soon, we greatly regretted it.

We have been in the town for over a decade. We happened to be around, when slaves arrived here in the last caravan for the trade. They were wandering men merchants. We don't know, where they get their commodity, but those caravans became quite a common thing. It's unknown, who's the CEO of the organization, or where their hedquarters situated. They just come and leave, sometimes throwing out extra slaves to rot on the road.

Yesterday in the morning, me and Merly decided to look for a first bedmate for our wedding ceremony. We tumbled upon quite a specimen. You could feel his harshness and rough temper. It is a rare occasion for men. On top of that, there was a higher chance for him to inpregnate one of us in comparison to other men. We had high hopes for him. Such specimen live much longer than an average 30.

No townsmen know we are engaged, we were a mere visiting crony diplomats from the neighboring empire. Other women gave him away to us only out of courtesy. If they only knew!

Let's get back to the oddities of that day. The first one was disappearance of our clothes, my waistcoat in particular, Merly's pants and shoes.

We were quite hindered by this fact, thus we were in time to see the outcome. A half-naked inquirer Djan was lying in the middle of a study on a crumpled table. Her pants were down, and some white liquid was leaking between her legs. She was dead, On top of that, she had bruises all over her body.

They were particularly abundant on her neck. We figured it was a side effect of some sort of poision. Only later we discovered another victim of such a poison. It happened to be Xiao Yun, who is still being unconscious. In all likelihood, she was able to survive only because she spitted out a part of poisoned substance, resulting only in losing her consciousness.

Our healer and alchemist Jo called him Whim of a White Death. She thought it befitted blissful faces seen on both victims of unknown poison of a white color.

Someone even suggested it looked like a semen, but I wouldn't let myself be fooled with such bullshit. Everyone knows male semen is transparent and fluid as water, while poison, which killed our ward, was white, thick and slimy.

The third oddity was a sudden dissapearance of a slave we bought.

Pinnacle of yesterday's events was fact someone stole my Stone of Events. We consider it to be the original goal of a breacher.

Commander of the guard Vine made an assumption, that intruders entered the mansion through the room, in which the slave taking a bath. It seemed like they were seen by a maid, who were waiting for a slave to finish his business. They tried to kill her with poison, while taking a slave with them. After that they got into Djan's cabinet, who involuntarily became a witness. Thus, she was killed. In the end, they stole the stone in question.

Then I asked Vine, why they didn't kill a slave, and she replied me with: "Why would they? He can't resist, but he could become their loot." Impenetrable logic.

She was right though, it seemed like intruders were low-ranked warriors, but were well-equipped, so they caught our servants off-guard.

Added to everything else, we heard of another set of odd events, altough this time they were precise.