If felt wonderful .. clean at last. Ka-Lan had soaped himself over. Then he’d spent all the time rubbing the soap back over his muscle-hard front. Again and again .. getting his hands lovingly down in his groin. Every inch of dirt had to be removed, this old guy had said. He risked being rejected. His packed chest had to be pristine .. wiped of all sweat .. not a fleck of dirt.
In conditions like this .. denied for days the cleanliness of his muscles .. feeling the sensuous touch as his fingertips touched up his eye-catching belly .. Ka-Lan could almost give in to the sensuality. He could get hard just by massaging himself. But he’d been throwing an achingly-hard boner for hours today. Enough was enough.
Given a string .. leather front and back .. barely covering anything. But Ka-Lan was not unused to showing himself off. The girls never seemed to mind. On the other hand … in circumstances like this .. totally exposed like this .. should he be having second thoughts?
“The family’s fallen on hard times. Hard for nobility. Hard to tighten the belt .. not used to making do .. not having as much wealth as they’ve been used to …..”
The old retainer had brought Ka-Lan food. Not bad, plenty of it. They didn’t plan to starve him, then?
“Father found an answer. Marrying his son off. Some wealthy merchant’s daughter. Who can’t wait for his family to join the noble ranks.”
Ka-Lan kept knocking the stew back. Like he feared someone might rob him of it. He had hardly eaten well in days. And it tasted like heaven.
“Funny the way things work out ….”
The old retainer chortled.
“It’s the noble family who needs the merchant’s money. Dowry’s said to be unbelievable.”
Concerned he looked over his shoulder. Looking out spies.
“Funny world .. nobles licking a trader’s arse …..”
The retainer got up and ladled another bowlful of soup. He had found them a quiet place outside in the courtyard. Away from prying ears.
“Trouble is .. the son, the young Master .. he can’t stand the girl. Calls her the sow. Not gonna give up his dissolute life of endless fuckery .. not for some bitch .. “that looks like a sow’s behind”.
The old retainer shrugged.
“Says he’s not touching her. Not for a month of Sunday’s.”
The old man chortled.
“But the merchant’s condition is firm. She ain’t pregnant the day they wed .. no dowry. Nothing.”
He looked Ka-Lan earnestly in the face.
“Her father, the wealthy trader …. He doesn’t give a toss about his daughter. He wants his family in the nobility. She’s pregnant or else …… He acknowledges the brat. Or it’s off. And with it the cash …… Piles of it. No strings attached.”
“Which is where a dumb sucker like you comes in ……”