Without wasting much time, the General pulled off his armor and walked straight toward the Queen Mother, after which he took her lips in his mouth and began kissing her fiercely while his hand found its way to her wet pink enclave, which he began rubbing gently.
Meanwhile, back at the Queen Mother's chamber, two bald-headed men sat comfortably before her. One was the Minister of Revenue, while the other was the empire's General, still dressed in his imposing battle armor.
"The King is still as weak as ever after all," the General remarked, a cruel smirk spreading across his face before erupting into sinister laughter. "I mean, he's fearless on the battlefield. He risks his life every single time he fights monsters, yet despite all that strength... he's still dancing in the palm of our hands."
His laughter echoed throughout the chamber.
"Did you all see the look on his face?" he continued mockingly. "He looked as though he was about to burst into tears."
