While his wife was providing services to Ethan and finding a way to ensure her safety and his pathetic existence, Stuart was pacing back and forth not far from the camp.
"Why the hell doesn't that bastard respect my name? If I had my big brother here, I'd make him slit that son of a bitch's throat alive!" Stuart gritted his teeth as he punched a tree, regretting it immediately when the pain spread to his fist.
"Argh! An ugly, fat, and useless wife next to a filthy commoner who won't listen to me! One day I'll put an end to that bitch and get a young, slim and beautiful wife!"
The man's face contorted into a smile whose beauty was worthy of a beast from the depths.
"But not now, first I have to get that son of a bitch to accept my services." Stuart turned around before hurrying towards the tent and passing through the entrance.
He didn't even notice his wife hurriedly using a napkin to wipe a viscous, pearly liquid from her chest.
His vision focused directly on Ethan who was sitting relaxed before exclaiming: "Accompany us to Stormerga and I'll pay you three gold coins when I get there, nothing more."
"Hm... Right, I'll accompany you there."
Ethan smiled, his corruption store points had gone way up and his balls had been completely emptied, bringing his good mood to its peak.
"Good, let's leave right now. I don't want to spend another second in that damn forest!"
Stuart smiled and his irritated voice gained a little light, becoming slightly less irritating.
Seeing the man hurry away, Ethan sighed heavily and followed Stuart, with Victoria right behind.
Her legs were shaking as she walked.
Leaving the tent, Ethan followed Stuart to a carriage pulled by two horses that were still neighing restlessly.
A third horse lay dead on the ground with an arrow stuck in its throat.
Victoria also followed the two men, trying to look straight ahead and avoiding as much as possible the dozens of corpses that littered the ground.
"Help me get this damn horse off, the other two should be enough." Stuart said as he pulled a knife from his belt and used it to cut the ties that bound the corpse to the cart.
Hearing his contractor's words, Ethan grabbed the horse's corpse by the neck and, imbuing some mana into his arms and legs, pulled the 600kg-plus creature like it was nothing, the muscles in his arms bulging against the fabric of his clothes.
'So strong...' Victoria's eyes glazed over as she watched Ethan pull the corpse from the horse, her vision flowing over the contracted muscles that almost exploded out of the clothes and the beautiful, carefree face.
Ethan was the exact type of man she had always dreamed of: a powerful warrior who, even if he wasn't honorable, could still protect her from any danger.
But fate was cruel to her, leaving her trapped with a man whose wealth, the only thing he had that could attract a woman, was at an end.
"Have you ever driven a carriage before, commoner? Do you even know how to hold a horse's reins?" Stuart asked Ethan as he pointed to the front of the carriage, his tone laden with disdain.
"No." Ethan shook his head in denial, ignoring the disrespect in the man's words.
He knew how to drive a carriage, but he preferred not to.
He was hired as a warrior, not a chauffeur.
"Shit... can't you do anything but swing a bloody sword?" Stuart grunted angrily, his forehead wrinkling in displeasure.
"I'm a man of war, but I can do a few other things." Ethan replied, casting a suggestive glance in Victoria's direction, who shivered.
"Bloody plebs, they're no good these days."
Stuart gritted his teeth and climbed into the driver's seat, making sure to mumble curses in Ethan's direction.
"Ladies first."
Ethan opened the carriage door and smiled at Victoria, who blushed before walking to the entrance, hesitating for a few seconds when she realized that two of the steps that would help her into the carriage were broken.
Raising her leg as high as she could, she placed one of her feet on the only remaining step and propelled her body upwards, but to no avail.
The dress constricted her movements, the fabric straining against her thick thighs and bulging buttocks, the two orbs of voluptuous, soft flesh forming a heart-like shape.
Taking a second to breathe, Victoria tried once more, putting all her strength into her leg and struggling to push her body up, but she still couldn't, a small groan of frustration escaping her lips.
"I haven't got all day, woman! Get up soon or run after the horses!" Stuart looked back and smiled sadistically at Victoria before looking forward again.
The woman's eyes were already watering and her lips trembling as she gave it her all.
"Ah..." Ethan sighed before looking in Stuart's direction, making sure the man wasn't looking, he decided to help her.
"Uh!?" Victoria's eyes widened and her body shuddered as she felt two powerful hands sink into her plump ass and lift it without any difficulty, the soft flesh spilling out between his fingers.
[You have committed intermediate questionable acts, +5 points from the corruption store].
"Ah... T-thank you," Victoria looked back and thanked Ethan hastily before sitting down, looking away and trying to avoid his gaze as much as possible.
"You're welcome," Ethan smiled, got into the carriage and sat down next to Victoria.
The interior of the carriage was simple, designed to hold in as much heat as possible and having only two small windows in each door and a small opening at the top, which could be completely sealed easily.
Soon, Stuart whipped up the horses that began to pull the cart. It was getting late and they needed to hurry if they didn't want to spend the night in the forest.