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It was an intense smell of blood, sweat, and other bodily fluids including piss, and shit that would make any person faint just by coming in contact with it.

Eric and the two ladies were no exception to this, but Eric reacted quickly and shun his smelling senses, as he immediately ordered Daisuke,

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"Throw a few buckets of hot water upon them, and clean this shit, I don't want to die from the smell!"

As soon as he did that, Daisuke closed the door to the staff changing room, as the next moment one could hear screams once again!

"Aahh~! Fu*k this shit, motherfu*ker! It burnss~! Stop it please~! It burns~! Ahh~!"

"Aargh~! Just u wait fu*ker, I will kill you~! Stop it~! It's too hot~!"

It was like the two of them were having some kind of screaming competition, as they raised the volume and the pitch of their voice with each letter.

Daisuke seemed to not care at all about their remarks, and pain as he continued to pour steamy water upon their bodies to clean the smell, and that strange mixture of bodily fluids.

On one side he pitied the two of them, as they were suffering the rage of his Master, but on the other side he found this as a way to release his own pain and pent up anger.

From the day that Akira had decided to be beside Eric, and live with him, she had to go at least twice a week to be tortured from her and allow her to release her anger upon him.

The more it happened, the more ways did she find to make it more painful for him, and the more he suffered being tortured by her, lately, he would become a dead man alive at the end of their sessions.

And now he was having a chance to finally release that pain upon someone else, so how could he not take advantage of this.

Not to mention that this was an opportunity for him to gain his Master's appreciation, and favor, and hopefully escape that hell he was suffering every week.

As for why his Master was doing something like this, or what reasons he could have, he didn't care in the least.

To him doing something like this was completely normal, as the strong rule over the weak, and those who could, can bully, and profit from their strength as much as they can.

Certainly, this seemed like a rotten way of thinking but the thing was that it was the harsh reality that anyone would face when they decided to look at the truth of the world.

It was only after pouring a few more extra buckets of steaming hot water on their heads that he was finally pleased with his work, and said in a cold and detached voice,

"You can come outside, and continue with the play right now! Master told me that you have only 5 minutes to arrive at the table, otherwise you are considered to have forfeited the game.

The screams of the two 'pimps' had become lower-pitched, and even lower volume, as they were trying to keep themselves under control.

Until now everything in this game had been like a walk in the park for them, but only now did they feel like that masked fu*cker had decided to play 'seriously' with them.

One didn't need to be a genius to understand that the first punishments and prices had been just to lure them towards the game, and now that they were so close he had changed his approach.

But at the same time, this confirmed that they were in the right direction, and were proceeding forwards as they should.

The money was in front of them, so they only had to extend their hands and grab it! The main issue right now was whether they dared to do such a thing.

What they had suffered until now was still livid in their memories, and in their eyes, as they felt that they couldn't even bury their bodies without shame.

After all, they had been totally defiled from any hole, and horrific of their body, and they couldn't help but shiver at the thought of it.

Who could blame them at the end of the day, everything had happened raw and without any kind of extra-special measures like lube or something else.

The two 'ladies' that took care of them made sure that anything they suffered was done in the regard of giving them the worst pain possible.

If one looked closely at them, they could see that blood and special milk were oozing out of their ass*holes.

It was more than clear that these two 'pimps' were treated like cum dumpsters for the two 'ladies', as both of them had a happy look on their face.

Even though it had been a bit painful to them, they had managed to enjoy whatever they could from all this situation.

Forgetting the fact that it looked like a dream becoming true for the two 'ladies', they were also getting paid rather handsomely from the masked guy in the hall.

It was a win-win situation for them no matter how one looked at it. Not to mention that they had free reign as long as they made their targets feel despair.

Returning to the situation at hand, the two 'pimps' were on the ground, lying on their front, as even the smallest movement would make them feel like they were being shot on their asses.

As if their current situation couldn't go any worse than this, the masked guy was even asking for them to move quickly, and be in front of him in less than 5 minutes.

It was a joke, a complete and utter joke, that wasn't funny in the least. After all, who would return back there to play the game, considering everything they had suffered right now.

But they were so close to finding his identity, and there were 4 million reasons for them to do it. No matter how much they complained, or how much they cried, the pros would always surpass the cons.

Still, their biggest consolation was the fact they were close to finishing this game, as each of them had a name in their mind that offered them at least 75% winning possibility.

In face of such a situation what they had just suffered passed on the second plan, as once again their thoughts had turned towards the 4 million reasons, and their dreams.

Thinking like this, they clenched their teeth, as crackling sounds were coming from them, clenched their assholes as they went numb and crazy from pain, and tried to slowly stand up.

Their pain was visible all over their contorted faces, and their trembling and shivering bodies, not only physical but also mental and spiritual.

This was the first time that they had been defiled, r*ped, and manhandled like this. They felt like they both had reached a new low even for them, and only the 4 million $ could quench their anger, and shame.

Still even in a moment like this they were thinking only for themselves, and the money. They didn't care in the least about the well-being of their women.

Painfully, slowly, shivering they managed to help each other up, and stand on their feet. Even though it was such an easy action, to them it felt like they were climbing Mount Everest, or even harder.

Still, it seemed like the worst part had passed, and now they could slowly make their way out of the staff changing room, and inside the restaurant.

Normally it would take only 20 to 25 steps to reach that distance, but considering their condition, and situation that was surely a dreamy estimate.

Their moving steps right now were even less than ¼ of their normal ones, and the pain they felt with each step was like having their but*holes butchered with a machete.

Even thinking about this would make people feel pain, and give up, but the two of them didn't. One had to stand and praise them for their indomitable spirit, or for their love for money.

No matter the reason, the fact that they were still walking despite all the pain, and negativity of the situation, it showed their determination, and spirit.

It took them around 2 minutes, to pass the door of the staff changing room, and pass towards the restaurant area, only to be greeted by the scene of Taneguchi Kana riding on top of the masked man sitting on his chair.

But that wasn't all there was to it, as the tyrannical bit*ch was kneeling at the point of their union, salivating the area, by licking and sucking as much as she could from there.

What made angered, and enraged them the most though was the fact that those two sl*ts weren't screaming in pain, but moaning in pleasure.

While they had suffered the 17 from the 18 levels of hell, these two sl*ts were having the night of their life as they enjoyed attending to the person responsible for their pain and shame.

Thinking like that made the two of them even angrier, and agitated, as even their wounds started to hurt much more than the normal they were used to.

Once again this was the fault of those two sl*ts! At least that was the case in their eyes, as they didn't even consider how it had come to this.

The most aggrieved by all this seemed to be Katsuto Daichi, as his lady, the tyrannical bi*ch was supposed to be manhandled by three burly idiots, whereas now she was attending only to Eric.

In his eyes and mind this meant only one thing, she had begged and succumbed to Eric just so that she could be fu*ked by him, she was a true sl*t through and through.

Eric had noticed their presences all this while, but he intentionally left them to have a look at the scene, as he finally raised his head a bit and said,

"Gentlemen, I must say that I am truly amazed by your indomitable spirit!"