“Good evening, madam, it seems that my Alt work ethic convinced you to reach out to her in an effort to cooperate with me. As you could imagine, she easily convinced me, and since I could hardly refuse her anything—”

  “Liar…” Freeta giggled by giving him a light punch on the side of his shoulder, then a light kiss on his cheek as she resumed her light thrusts as if nothing happened.

  Mùndò threw his hands helplessly, saying with a wry smile, “As you now saw, here I am before you.”

  But despite the low ravishment provided by his lover’s ministrations, he evened his unsteady poise and gaze. “Now that I am here, the hard part begins, and I think you know what that means. You have seen my Alt and rightfully praised her abilities, but I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting your four Alturixes…” he trailed off with a meaningful glint in his eyes.

  A sharp light flickered in Halci’s eyes.

  He’s a mùkèlako, alright, knowing the exact amount of Alturixes she has.

  Furthermore, he hasn’t given his name, despite the fact that he knows hers.

  And it didn’t escape her notice that he never mentioned his Alt by name as well, despite the fact that she already knew it thanks to her Alt, but his mien told her that he knows that fact but doesn’t dwell on it because of his sense of propriety…?

  Or was it distrust, or just simply cautiousness?

  There was more than meet the eye with this guy who looked spoiled, shallow, licentious and somewhat henpecked at first glance.

  He wasn’t fazed by her sincere praises to his Alt, but his obvious request directly went to crux of the matter: negotiating the prize money’s terms.

  Indeed, there was more than meets the eye behind this rich guy…

  But she smiled.

  Did he believe that his sole bargaining chip would even his odds?

  How sadly and naively mistaken he’ll be… “You’re right, sir, you deserve to see my four Alturixes like you said, before you can make a sound and smart decision later on…” she said, before a blindingly white aura burst out of her flesh.

  A faint grin bloomed on Mùndò’s face, as four glittering beams of resplendent light coalesced into four male Alturixes.

  He noted the byplay behind the words she emphasized.

  Did she really believe that he wouldn’t walk out of here if he didn’t have a good deal?

  Was she really thinking he was that hard up that he’ll soundly and smartly follow her lead?

  This was incredible!

  Was it the way he looked, or the fact that he was being slowly fucked while having a conversation whose ramifications would impact his life and career?

  Or was his seemingly nonchalant behavior made him seem unaware?

  Oh, would she have a surprise or two coming, this one…

  But his thoughts were interrupted by eight pairs of expectants eyes boring deep inside his skin.

  A subtle startle quivered across his eyes as he focused in the newcomers—whose pussies were bereft of any hair—starting from the one on his left.

  Tall and sinewy, he had a scraggly crimson hair, eyes and-

  Wait a minute…

  He knew it!

  … he thinks, but he sought confirmation from his Alt.

  “Yeees, babe, he’s the male of my specific species,” he heard her reply in a languorous voice.

  “Any chance he’s a brother of yours since he’s born in the same mountains as you?” he jokingly asked.

  How could he? If it was the case, she would have reacted already.

  Plus the tiny frown Baelor showed at the question didn’t escape the mùkèlako’s eyes.

  He’s a seemingly dour fellow, that one…

  “Noooope. The mountains are huge … plus there’s more of us outside the mounts who saw me thrive…”

  Mùndò chuckled. “Alright,” he said, then moved on to the next one.

  Though he also sported the same fur where Freeta and the others had, he had pointy ears, and a pointy nose over a blue skin tipped by a creamy sky-blue cropped curly hair.

  His azure eyes were like his small smile: jovial, but shy.

  But what lay beneath all that?

  Mùndò inwardly sneered.

  He’s even weaker than the previous one!

  And that’s with this attitude that she’ll try to steamroll his ass like crazy?

  She’s really driving down the path of insanity…

  However, for him, this increases the odds of a fairer deal…

  Hopefully, the third one won’t be disappointing…

  His skin hovering between aureate and light brown, he was the shortest but the burliest, his body sculpted with muscles honed to nigh perfection.

  Bald, his round face hid gilded deep-set eyes filled with understandable distrust and suspicion towards him over his small but pursed lips.

  This must be the strong one, this one…

  Bingo!

  He was right!

  Now, here’s a decent one!

  But…

  Still below Freeta!

  He also noticed that while his claw mastery exceeded his loved one by a margin, why his shadow mastery activation amount exceeded hers even though his level is weaker?

  Shouldn’t she have less experience than him, due to his age and presumably professional training?

  Or, could it be…?

  His talent is weaker than hers is, so she gained more by using less, compounded with her experience outside the cities?

  If that’s the case, then…

  An unexpected bargaining chip just fell right on his lap!

  His somewhat malicious smile couldn’t help but unsettle the poor Earth Alt who almost recoiled before his mischievous expression.

  He couldn’t help but hold a bad feeling about this mùkèlako!

  He’ll sure give his Trainer a scuffle even tougher than his muscles!

  But while Volar ruminated in cold sweat, Mùndò panned his gaze towards the last Alt…