In the midst of the routine camp setup, suddenly a tall and stout slave merchant flinched, then reached his hand into his pants to dig around.
"Puh puh puh! Damn it! Fuck, it's another bug!"
He stared at the bug he pulled out from his crotch, watching its bloated belly full, and angrily growled:
"I'm really fed up! It fucking crawled into my ass! Damn it, if I hadn't clamped it, who knows where it would've gone!"
Muttering to himself, he was ready to pinch the damn insect to death.
But before he could act, his companions around him, upon hearing his miserable ordeal, immediately shot him—mocking glances.
"Pfft! Hahaha!"
Everyone burst into laughter, unrestrainedly mocking him.
"Hahaha, Bob, looks like even bugs see your ass is appealing! Hahahaha!"
"The bug chose your ass, Bob, this is really amusing! Damn it!"
Lewd laughter echoed, this group of moral-zero outlaws didn't care if the humiliated one was a comrade, they laughed heartily.
