Chapter 58 – Windy Upskirt
With a grunt, the burly giant of a man in pigtails and an unfitting female sundress threw a tomato that already had its red outer skin broken from the pressure of his grip, hurling the vegetable towards Devon at a breakneck pace.
Just like he did last time, Devon knew exactly how to nudge the tomato to the side with just a small application of mana. He didn’t know it yet, but his fluid usage of mana was genius level, completely unprecedented in this world. A sage would see Devon as a one in a hundred thousand genius, but also be disappointed because his energy to mana conversion skills were awful.
With just one more push, Devon twirled the tomato’s trajectory away from his face with an exertion of mana, leaving Petunia and Lady Ann bewildered yet again.
“Something funny going on,” Petunia mumbled, looking quizzically at his hand and at the man dressed as a bunny.
“Petunia!!!” Lady Ann yelled, stomping her feet. “How do you keep missing today? I thought you practiced for this!”
“The wind is strange today,” the giant man that Lady Ann referred to as Petunia answered. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Well, my father doesn’t pay you to miss, so you better step it up mister!”
With a discontent grunt, the man grabbed another tomato violently from the stack, and aimed at Devon again. Some of the girls also chucked tomatoes at him, but he ignored them as they hit him. Nothing mattered more than Petunia’s arm movements.
Again, the muscular bodybuilder threw a tomato at Devon, and just like last time, he tipped its trajectory to the side, causing it to harmlessly splat onto the side of the country house.
“Petuniaaaaa!!!” Lady Ann shouted, even more aggravated than before. “How do you keep missing?”
Petunia shook his head. “I don’t know. Every time I try to throw, the wind blows strangely and makes it go off target.”
“Fine, if you can’t do it then I’ll do it myself.”
The short girl with black hair grabbed a tomato in her hand and began advancing on Devon with the rest of the girls.
At that moment, a plan formed in his head.
Using the same mana concept he developed earlier, he directed a gust of wind to blow upwards from Lady Ann’s ankles. With that visualized in his mind, he executed, applying the mana right where it was needed.
The wind blew up on Lady Ann’s skirt, showing her strawberry panties covering her round bubble butt and pussy. With a loli-like body because of her short stature, Devon already felt that his dick was going to start salivating. Having a Freudian slip of a moment, he momentarily blanked out daydreaming about ravaging the loli aristocrat.
But he couldn’t just walk up to her and rape her right now. There were so many other noble girls around, slaves too, and of course, the biggest obstacle himself– Petunia.
Petunia worked for Lady Ann’s family, and Devon knew that Petunia could snap him in half like a twig before he got anywhere near her.
But maybe he could rape one of the other noble girls? Many of them were in their youthful sexual primes, eighteen to early twenties, and Devon wanted to ravage the ones that were his type. Ella the busty blonde was top of his list.
“W-what’s with this wind?” Lady Ann exclaimed, noticing her skirt flapping upwards compromisingly despite her best efforts to push it back down. “You’re right Petunia, something weird is going on here with the wind!”
Extracting a bit more of his stamina to convert to mana, Devon felt fatigued, but needed to press onwards with his magic induced gusts of wind to sell the idea that somehow the wind was stopping the tomato run game from proceeding. He needed to do this for his own good, anything to stop Petunia from destroying him.
“Ngggffff…” Lady Ann moaned, as another gust of wind blew across the courtyard and lifted the skirts of every single noble girl’s skirts and sun dresses.
Ella’s skirt flew upwards too, showing her somewhat scandalous black panties. A brunette with large breasts nearby also had her panties compromised, and Devon took in the lecherous views as best as he could, trying to commit them photographically to his memory. He was enjoying the power he held over the wind in a perverse manner, and they didn’t suspect him at all. With all the girls exclaiming about having their underwear shown by the wind, the tomato run game was put to a temporary halt naturally.