Chapter 664 664: Patriarch Cao’s Reward III*



"Agghhhhh~! You amazing sl*utttt~!"

As if to affirm Patriarch Cao's wishful thoughts, the hoarse and screechy voice of Old Ghost destroyed the silence of the room, making everyone think he had suffered.

For a brief second, Patriarch Cao couldn't control himself as he showed a charming smile on his face, only for his face to turn extremely ugly the next.

The damned bastard that had forced him into submission had played a childish game on him and the rest making them look like nothing more or less than complete fools.

It was clear that the beauty who had entrapped his 'little general' until now was in cahoots with him! 

At the next moment, she released the hold and brought out her tongue to seek for air but also attend to the 'little general' in question.

"Youu…"

There was a lot that Patriarch Cao wanted to say, condemn the Old Ghost for not playing fairly and feeding him false hopes, chiding him for such childish games.

Unfortunately, all he had to say was blocked in his throat by an invisible ball of fur, and all that came out of it was that one word.

"Hehehehehe~! Little Cao Cao did I raise your hopes!? Did you think for a moment that you would be able to have one over me!?

Hahahahahahahaha~!"

On the other hand, Old Ghost seemed just like an extremely energetic and willful young man, that had just played one of the best pranks of his life.

He didn't seem like an Old Thing that had cultivated his whole life and accumulated years of experience.

No!

He seemed more like a little child who was playing with his favorite toys!

Seeing that one of them had already fallen to Old Ghost's antics and promises, the rest of the group started approaching as well.

Just like a house of cards, they crumbled the moment that one of them fell to the enemy side. Now it was no longer a question of 'if' they were going to fall, but when in the next moments.

Since they couldn't be the first of the group they couldn't permit themselves to be the last either. They could only try their best to make a move.

Old Ghost seemed to have expected something like this to happen, as he just placed his hands on his waist, with an expression saying,

'Come on ladies, let us fight 300 hundred rounds!'

The beauties seemed up for the challenge as well, as they immediately jumped just like starving wolves towards his crotch, clashing with each other on the way.

The one on the back, the younger one seemed to want to curse at the shameless old ladies in front of her.

But then she got a much better thought as she approached with her bountiful buns towards Old Ghost's head, full of determination.

Even though she didn't know much about men, and especially the old thingy in front of her, one thing was for sure.

No man would say no to boo*bies!

This natural law didn't seem to be proven wrong in this case either, as even without taking the black hoodie covering his head, the Old Ghost approached his lips to the beauties offered buns.

Twisting and twirling his tongue around the sweet cherries on top of the buns, Old Ghost seemed to be wanting to bring milk out of them, even though it would be equally difficult to get water from a stone.

Who was he kidding with, he didn't have the time to think about such philosophical questions as he was fully dived into the joy of their freshness and fluffiness.

Seeing the young one pull up in front in their race, the other three beauties made a mental note to not be left behind as well, as they started using all the old tricks in the book to make the Old Thing erupt.

Faced with the combined attacks of the four ladies the Old Ghost seemed unable to bear it any longer, and he didn't feel any reason to do so, as he immediately released a huge load.

'Cough…, cough…, cough…'

Faced with the unexpected release the beauty who had the 'weapon' in her mouth couldn't help but cough out, while the other two attacked her like hyenas.

It certainly looked like they had forgotten their relationship prior to this, as they were fully concentrated on pleasing the old thingy.

Their lives and their futures depended on his whims and promises. They had no other option but to obey and try to please him.

With the four of them being so accommodating and eager, Old Ghost seemed to have been energized once again as he immediately pushed them onto the bed and positioned himself.

There was no need for special words, and no need for his care and attention, as these beauties were trying their best to be ready for him.

Most probably even if it hurt like hell, they would still not make a sound and 'accept' their fate.

Fortunately, he didn't need to worry about that though, as he found out that the beauties were more than ready for him.

He just needed to push a little, and the black hole would suck him inside without even leaving the bones outside.

Seeing that the main attraction had been occupied the other beauties started kissing whatever naked part of Old Ghosts that they could find just like thirsty travelers in the desert.

They were so focused on doing their part, that none of them stopped to think of the fact that Old Ghost's skin didn't really belong to someone of his age.

'Aahhhnnn…, nhnnnn…, aaahhnnnnggg…'

Even if they were able to regain clarity for a moment, hearing the moans of pleasure and satisfaction from the beauty receiving Old Ghost's favor they couldn't help but forget any clarity once again.

Like that, a long night of pleasure took place in the eyes of the poor Patriarch Cao whose face had turned into a combination of colors.

The predominating colors were most certainly green and purple, as one would think that bad blood would start spraying out of his face at any time.

This day marked the start of the torturous and painful life of the poor Patriarch Cao. The figure that was named the Father of the country, but in reality was even lower than a slave.

…

Outside Patriarch Cao's room, the whole Clan was celebrating their great win, as they had taken a great step on their cause.

Alcohol, beauties, money, jewelries, and luxurious items were being thrown like useless stones amid each other while thinking of the prosperous future in front of themselves.

The whole place was in an uproar of celebrations!

Almost the whole place, because in one corner of the Mansion, or to be more precise into a dark corner of the basement one beauty was looking at the crippled body of her fiancé cursing her luck.

Without her intention, she had been sold just like a 'cheap' slut to this bastard, and not even a week after being sold she had been treated like this and thrown away.

She understood the intentions of her family, and she understood her fate as well, but this didn't mean that she agreed with everything.

Seeing that she was treated as nothing more than a tool then perhaps it would be for the best if just put an end to her miserable life…