Multiple figures emerged from the trees.
There were ten of them this time... all wearing similar dark suits and black sunglasses, armed with short swords, daggers, and a couple carrying small crossbows.
Their leader, a scarred man with a nasty grin, pointed directly at Jake.
"You bastard. Because of you, I have gotten scolded."
Then he turned his attention to Grace, his smile widening.
"...The Young Master missed you so much, you know. It's time to go back where you belong, oh 'Princess'."
Grace gasped in fear and pressed herself tighter against Jake's back, her massive breasts squishing softly against him.
Her body trembled visibly.
"J-Jake... there's too many..."
"..."
The calm Grace had helped him find moments ago vanished instantly.
Jake's blood-stained hands clenched into fists as fresh adrenaline surged through his veins.
He gently but firmly pushed Grace behind him, shielding her with his body.
"Stay behind me," he ordered in a low, dangerous voice.
