咪咪影场

"I want something to eat!" Dona groaned. "Get me something sweet. Sweet!"

Slamming his fist against a tree, Mark watched as it fell and plucked out a red fruit from it when the bang ended. He moved it beside Dona\'s lips and she ate it half-heartedly.

"Too sour. I want something sweet…" She groaned a second later, already having finished her meal.

"You might find something there," Mark said, looking downwards. He was now on top of a cliff, looking down at a peaceful village beneath them. An array full of mud-thatched huts.

Many of the people in the village were looking up with dazed eyes. The falling sound of the tree had made them all startled and the sharp-eyed ones among them had already noticed that Mark was not human.

He jumped down and landed on the ground, and the mud cracked under his foot. Dona helped the hamster not fall from his head with a hand. He was now near the gates of the village and tanned men were looking at him with wild alarm.

"Will there really be sweet things there?" Dona asked, sniffing. "Should I kill them?"

"Don\'t kill them, I have a use for them. But go search for your food."

Dona nodded and moved down from Mark\'s back. Reluctant as she was, she wanted food. She stretched, the sour muscles in her body cracking. She simply ran into the village with a hum. The villagers wanted to stop her but she was way too fast for them and before they knew it, she was nowhere to be found.

Mark noticed her figure blurring past them and petted the hamster on his head. "Now, you are my dungeon again," he said, slowly walking forward and reaching an agglomeration of men. They must be the guards of this village.

With a single move, Mark appeared beyond them and they all fell one after the other, unconscious. Now, to really test whether this world worships the strongest fist as Shin said…

He looked around curiously as some people watched him in horror. Soon, he found a perfect target. It was a pretty woman with a tanned face and yellow eyes, she had a scar running down her neck but instead of making her ugly, it made her look like a feral beauty. Her face was pretty and the long black hair that fell behind her only made her prettier.

Her wild robes made of beast skin added to her untamed charm, too.

Mark walked towards her and she looked straight into his eyes.

"Demon, don\'t think I will go down without a fight!" she said, her voice feral. She moved into a stance. "You will not slaughter my clan before me."

She moved like a panther and her leg shot straight for Mark\'s face. He raised a hand and blocked her effortlessly. She stared at him in disbelief while Mark simply wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her soft body into his embrace.

The feral woman struggled to escape his grasp but how could she?

Her soft body pressed against him, her abundant breasts nearly falling out of her tight clothes. She was just 20 centimeters shorter than Mark, 1.8 meters. Caressing her stunned face, he said, "Don\'t be so tense, I have no urge to kill your clan."

"You don\'t?" she asked, still startled.

Mark scooped her up into a princess carry and asked, "Which of these is your house?"

"What are you doing?" She tried to move out of his hold but she was too weak.

"Tell me, doesn\'t the strongest person get to have any woman they want?"

She gritted her teeth and stared at him with untamed fury. "That goes the same for both genders. If a woman is strong enough, she can do whatever she wants, too!"

"Oh, true, my bad. I will change the question. If I am stronger than anyone else you know, I can have you, right?"

She stared at him in disbelief for a second and then clutched his neck using one of her hands. "If you are stronger than me, it is only natural that you can have me." She tried to strangle him but it was a wasted effort.

He entered a random empty house and closed its door as all the people in the village watched him with frightened faces. They wouldn\'t dare disturb him anymore.

"I am obviously much stronger than you," he said. "You are too weak."

He laid her down on the floor and looked at her face which seemed to contain some irritation at being defeated so easily.

"I have never been defeated by anyone before," she said, clicking her tongue.

"What is your name, beauty?"

"Yasna. Yasna Tigerbone."

Mark found his hands moving on their own to her soft chest, gently fondling them and now, Yasna no longer resisted. She had a particularly soft body among everyone Mark had touched.

She asked as a blush slowly crept up her face, "Tell me, Demon, will you slaughter my clan?"

"I will not."

"Even if I resist?"

"I can stop this if you really don\'t want me to move forward," he said. "Even though I\'d like to move forward, I won\'t blackmail you with your life or clan."

He just wanted to sleep with a virgin woman he had just met. It was a sudden desire he had once he learned about this world\'s value of revering the strong. Can\'t he just have any woman as long as he was the strongest?

Just go… fuck them?

She took a deep breath and nodded. "You won, I am yours. You don\'t have to stop."