Chapter 232 (Part 1)

Chapter 232: Gustavo (Part 1)

Knock, knock—

With a knock, the door opened, and a group of slaves entered.

They were called “slaves,” but not long ago, they had been free women with families.

Now, they had become widows, with neither husband nor child.

“These are the carefully selected slaves in their early 30s. They’re so well-maintained that they could be mistaken for being in their 20s, making them more than suitable for your enjoyment.”

“Heh, as I’ve always thought, you and I, Gustavo, are on the same wavelength. Even without me saying a word, you know exactly what I want. Hahaha.”

With bloodshot eyes glimmering, Dungadunga got up from his seat and approached one of the women he fancied.

“Sniff, sniff. Hoo...”

“.......”

He sniffed around the necks of each woman, like a bee smelling flowers, but none of them dared to express displeasure.

They just stood still like mannequins.

They had to.

Even a slight misstep could mean they would follow their husbands to the grave.

“Ho, they’re obedient like well-trained dogs. Not a frown in sight.”

“Of course. Who can stand against power? When their family is killed before their eyes, they fall in line.”

“Haha, this is good, isn’t it? Being able to control other humans as you wish.”

“How could they be considered the same as us? They’re merely regular people who weren’t chosen.”

“Hahaha, true. We players are the ones truly chosen, superior humans.”

“That’s why Brazil should implement a slave system quickly. Does it make sense for regular people and players to be treated equally?”

“Now that you mention it, you’re right. I’ve taken over the country, but I never thought about enslaving them... As soon as I return, I’ll round up all the regular people. Hahaha.”

Seemingly pleased just by the thought, Dungadunga brought over a woman he liked and had her sit next to him.

“Now, let’s have some drinks served by a Mexican slave. Pour!”

“Yes...”

She couldn’t complain about pouring drinks for him.

Just being alive was a miracle in itself.

“Hey! What are you standing around for? Our guest came from afar, so start massaging his arms and legs.”

“Yes...”

At Gustavo’s command, the other women, hiding their fear, approached.

As he sat on the sofa and received a full-body massage, Dungadunga’s expression grew languid.

“Heh, is this heaven? Even back home, I never received such treatment. I truly appreciate it.”

Feeling irritated, Gustavo grabbed the woman’s hair and lifted her up.

“Aaah!”

“I spared you because you’re a woman, and you can’t even pour a simple drink properly?”

“Ow, it hurts, please let me go...”

“A slave talking back?”

Hearing the murderous tone, the woman realized her mistake too late.

Instead of begging for forgiveness, she had been thinking only of the pain.

“I-I’m sorry. Sob, it’s my mistake. I truly apologize, aagh!”

As he threw her to the floor, clumps of her hair came out.

“Damn it, lick it up.”

He extended his foot, and the woman, with tears in her eyes, crawled over.

It was humiliating, but she was relieved to be alive.

Rumors said that Gustavo had killed over a truckload of people just for having an “annoying look.”

But she didn’t know about the other rumor—how he turns sadistic when dealing with women.

“No, this isn’t enough.”

Gustavo, retracting his foot, turned to Dungadunga.

“May I ask you a favor?”

“A favor?”

“I’d like to punish this ungrateful wench, but as you can see, I prefer younger ones.”

“Ah.”

Dungadunga understood immediately and smiled wickedly.

Seeing this, Gustavo also curled up his lips into a grin.

There was no need for a verbal response.

That greedy smile was all the confirmation he needed.

“Your master has ordered me to punish you. Come here, I’ll personally administer your punishment. Hahaha.”

“Aaah!”

Dungadunga pinned the woman to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Sob, please forgive me.”

“Shhh, stay still. You’ll get hurt if you struggle.”

Dungadunga began to undress, intending to assault the woman.

At that moment—

Crash!