A Pervert's World

Chapter 335: Shalam’s predicament

**Capital city**

A man sat in one of the prominent restaurants in the city, his eyes gliding past every other woman in the streets outside. With a single glance, he was able to precisely quantify the hidden assets with a minuscule margin of error. 

From his expertise at measuring a woman's bust from such a distance, it can be claimed that he had been doing it for a long time indeed. "Waiter.. bring me another wine man.. this one is not helping.." He complained. 

The guy he referred to as the waiter made an annoyed face, as of he was irritated by the tantrums. Still, he was but a mere waiter in this place. Suppressing his distress, he nodded and walked back into the shop. 

The burly man who asked for wine was named Shalam. He was in wait of any beauty who will bother to walk in here. This had been more or less a routine for him over the last few weeks.

"Hopefully we get something good today.." Rubbing his hands in anticipation, Shalam began peering outside, laying in wait for the next 'love of his life'. At least that's how he was used to introducing himself to every other lady.

Too bad for the frivolous man, lady luck refused to smile at him today. *Whoosh* His eyes met a distant figure and Shalam's head turned at the speed of light. "Why in the world she is here?" 

A woman dressed gorgeously can be seen walking toward the same wine shop that Shalam currently resided in. It's extremely rare for the lady's man to be so annoyed, especially after looking at such a wonderful woman. 

Everything about the lady was perfect, from her figure to the texture of her skin, or whatever was exposed of it. Not only that, Shalam had spent a good while with her in bed. So there was no better witness to her amazing tits and a remarkable pussy, than himself.

Even with so many perks, Shalam can't help but feel a troubling vibe from her. As far as he was concerned, he was better off without her in so many ways. 

Hiding his face behind his sleeves, Shalam drank his wine silently, only hoping that the woman begins the white mask was not going to drop by. 

But how can things be so simple? A few seconds in, Shalam can hear the tapping of sleek boots across the wooden floor. His angel was definitely here and by the approaching footsteps, she might as well be heading for him.

Felicia's walked unhurriedly and her body felt like it floated forward without any effort. "Hm?" It was only when she had stepped inside the shop did she notice an extremely suspicious man who was stupidly trying to hide his face. 

Under her mask, her lips tugged into a smile. Halting her approach, she observed one of the waiters fetching a big jar of wine, possibly for the same man. Her smile grew wider as she made up her mind. 

Walking over, she picked up the jar herself and brought it over to the sneaky fellow. *Thud* "Haah.." Bringing down the wine jar on the tabletop, Felicia moaned lightly while settling her big bottom on the chair opposite to the man. 

As soon as she made the muted noise, she watched in both surprise and irritation as the guy twisted his own chair and pretending not to see her, began scurrying off. 

Felicia didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy sure was a comical fellow. "Sit!!" To make sure she got her point across, the lady dressed in white garments tapped the jar back on the table. 

"Ohh..? Hn..? Miss.. You are here as well?" Shalam employed the entirety of his acting skills to somehow make it look like missing the woman was a genuine mistake on his part. 

Shalam had always been good with lying and she would have made it just fine by relying on his skills. Still, one thing gave him away. The smile on his face was as fake as it can be. 

With no escape route present, Shalam obediently sat back in his seat, not daring to challenge the authority of this lady from some noble house. No matter how powerful he can get, he was but a lone man. 

"Pardon me, lady Cia. I almost missed your arrival. Dammit.. I must have drank too much.. ahahaha.." Submitting to the authority of the noble houses is something Shalam had learned over the years. This didn't mean he was scared of anyone, but rather, not butting heads with rich bastards was better for his mental peace.

Felicia smirked, not hiding the contempt. "I thought I heard you boast about not ever turning your back on a woman." Felicia dragged out a glass and poured herself some good wine in the process.

"Ahh.. I think my lady heard incorrectly. I must have mentioned that in relation to only the women who needed my help." "Hm.. then what about me? Last time you told.. something about myself being in distress as well. So what changed now?"

Shalam saw Cia's cherry lips hug the rim of the wine glass, even so this action didn't invoke the usual emotions in his heart. Knowing fully well that she seems to be mocking him for his comments last week, Shalam can only laugh the embarrassment off.

"I won't lie, miss Cia. Last time.. I was wrong. My instincts had failed me. It was foolish of me to assume that a mighty woman of your stature will ever need the support of a mere peasant." Shalam looked like he was going to prostrate towards the woman any moment now.

"Oh.. or should I say you end up using the same line at every other woman you find out here? If you ask me, all that helping the woman in need is a bullshit pretense to hide your own lecherousness." 

Although she mercilessly ripped through his facade, Shalam didn't stop smiling foolishly. "Hehe.. Ahem.. you saw through me, madam. I guess you must be pretty disgusted with my face now. I must not impress upon you any longer." 

With a sudden jerk, Shalam was off his seat with a passionate look on his face. "This peasant will show himself out, my lady. So that you can have your drink in peace." Before he could take another step back, Shalam's face fell, and amazingly enough, he changed his mind in an instant. 

Just now a wave of massive aura hit his body. No other guest present inside the hall can tell a difference, but Shalam, being at the receiving end of it, can very well tell the warning in her glare. 

"Did I allow you to walk away?" Felicia narrowed her eyes, making the man gulp down. Shalam can tell his day was ruined already. Now it depends on him, how much of it he can salvage. 

"Good." Felicia downed the entire glass of her wine before tracing the man from top to bottom in a lazy glance. "Tell me something interesting about yourself. You can't be as boring as your  face." 

Shalam sighed. This was torture. These days he was getting increasingly averse to taking mature cougars to bed. Cia was definitely one of the reasons behind his lack of enthusiasm. 

All he wanted was to have some casual fun. He enjoys.. the girl enjoys and then they can be on their way. Alas.. Cia was akin to a specter latching onto his butt. 

"Ahem.. I regret to inform you that you are correct my lady. I every bit as boring as you made it out to be." Cia didn't bother replying to him, so Shalam remained sitting in his place, tapping his heels on the floor to count every passing second. 

"I can tell you are not a resident of the capital. Which city do you call home in the kingdom?" Felicia probed since the man refused to initiate the conversation. 

"Gustump City." "Hm.. What about your family? You don't look like a man with responsibilities." Shalam put on display his entire set of bright teeth. "Hehe.. Doesn't it have a nice ring to it? 'No responsibilities that is.." 

Felicia rolled her eyes at the man before downing another glass of wine. "Thought so.." The couple talked for a while, with only the masked lady asking the questions and the large man replying with short answers. 

In the end, Shalam's worst-case scenario came into play. Felicia dropped the empty wine jar and held onto Shalam's arm, dragging him across the hall. "Ahh.. miss Cia, I suddenly feel a churning in my stomach.. oh.. goddess.. I need to use the restroom."

Sadly none of his shenanigans worked. A ruthless Felicia yanked the grown-ass man like a ragdoll, hauling him to the upper floor and in the same room, they had used last time. 

Shalam felt his shirt hurled away. The same happened to the rest of the clothes on his body. Before long, the man stood naked in front of Felicia. 

Watching the mature woman take hold of his slack penis with both her hands, Shalam winced. Compared to fucking a masked lady, he would have been better hired an escort. Sex with Felicia was devoid of the thrill the man yearned for.

He was certain Cia can sense his disinterest as well. Alas.. the woman probably didn't give two flying fucks about his feelings. 

Very soon Cia had peeled her own dress away, now standing naked opposite to the man while both her hands caressed his cock. No matter how much he disliked it, Shalam was a man after all.

Considering the raw beauty Felicia possessed and her stroking his little brother without a break, Shalam felt a reaction in his groin. "haha.. Do you have to kill the fun? Why not enjoy the time I so generously offer you?" 

Felicia didn't let it show on her face but the more Shalam acted this way, the more she desired to violate him. "Do you know how many men will give up everything in their lives to stand in your place?" 

She brought her hand to her face, lapped her tongue over it, and then brought it back down to stroke his rising cock. "Then why don't you go play with them, woman? Why harass an innocent man like me?" Shalam screeched his grievances with a grumpy face.

"Hu?" Not expecting a grown man to start complaining like a brat, Felicia could not control her laughter. Bursting out, her chest undulated as she laughed her butt off. "What the heck was that.. hahaha.. Do it again.. haha.." 

Shalam can only scoff at her making fun of his disadvantaged position. "What do you want then? Tell me.." Once Felicia calmed down, to his surprise she actually offered to listen to him.

"Suck on my little brother." As if he was waiting for her to ask this, Shalam was fast in his retort. "Hmph.. stay within your limits, weakling. Not happening. Ask something else." "Then let me take you from behind." The man had listed down his requests in his head, throwing them at the woman one after the other.

He watched on hopefully as Felicia struggled to come up with an answer. Unfortunately for the poor guy, she eventually shook her head. "Nah.. that's too demeaning. Ask for something else.." 

"Ask for something else.. my ass.. It's such a waste of time to keep doing it in the same damn position.. where is the fun in that?" Still holding onto his third arm, Felicia smiled wryly. 

Last time because of her ego she made the guy hump her from morning to evening in the same missionary position. Her action seems to have scared the man. "Hmph.. Just do whatever you want. As long as it's from the front, I will let you do it. Now can we fucking go to bed?" 

If she wanted, Felicia could have threatened him into drilling her.  Even so, it was certain that Shalam's deadpan face was going to kill her mood. That's the whole reason she was willing to cede some ground to him. 

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