Chapter 68 – Devon Meets a Cowgirl
“Butler!” the earl shouted. Instantly, a middle aged butler burst into the dining hall with a half folded piece of clothing draped on his arm.
“Yes, master,” the butler replied, scurrying over to the earl’s side.
Withdrawing a golden key from inside his shirt, the earl handed it to the butler. “You know what to do. Tell it to look for Bargson’s daughter, Countess Ilyana.”
The butler nodded and took the key, scurrying away just as quickly as he came.
“Thank you father~” Lady Ann said in a fit of jubilation. “Thank youu~”
“Shut your mouth, girl,” the earl reprimanded. “I fear I’ve spoiled you a bit too much. To think that you have the audacity to request my special raven… that raven is for emergency purposes only.”
With a pouty face, the young lady spun her head around and left the dining hall, slamming the door behind her.
“Devon, my lad,” the earl said with a smile breaking out on his face again, no hint of the irritation he just showed a moment prior. “Do you have any other mission obligations tomorrow? If not, please stay over tonight. I’ll have the servants prepare the master guestroom for you.”
Devon nodded. “Sure. Today’s rabbit run was my last mission for now.”
Upon hearing about the rabbit run, the earl shook his head. “Ah, that daughter of mine… I try to entertain her fancies here and there, but she really has gotten a bit overboard over the last few years. Maybe it’s time for me to hire someone to discipline her a bit more.”
Devon had half a mind to volunteer himself to do the job, but decided against it, sensing the earl’s mood sour a bit upon mention of his rambunctious daughter. “And Patrick, I know that she messes with you quite a lot as well. I’m glad you’re able to keep your bearings throughout all of it.”
Patrick grunted in response. “It’s alright, boss. You pay me more than enough to cover small things like that.”
The three of them continued to chat over dinner, and at the earl’s request, Devon began to wax on about the fight with the demon. He omitted certain details out of necessity, including how he was technically killed and then revived by his passive [Dead Man Walking], about how he summoned a mana bomb in his own body that blew him into smithereens, and other juicy tidbits that would raise more questions than they would answer.
So he simply regaled the earl with his own version of the story, and the earl ate it all up with big smiles and belly laughs, all the while taking enormous bites from the meat and fish available on the dinner spread.
Nearly two hours later of animated chatting, the servants began entering the dining hall and cleaning up the banquet, as the servant that the earl called earlier to find a lass with the fattest ass was standing outside with a leash attached to the collar of a cowgirl with fat tits and a big, juicy ass. She had cute cow ears over her head, a cowbell without the bell in the middle on her collar, and the rest of her body was completely human with the exception of her body shape itself.
With massive H-cup tits and a white and black spotted lewd full body onesie that made her look remarkably like a cosplay cowgirl, the tan and somewhat toned cowgirl stood there with her tits bobbing up and down as she breathed.
Devon’s cock was already beginning to leak at the sight of her. “I like her a lot…” he said.
The earl laughed. “Ha, really? She’s the cleaning maid slave. I’ll assign her to our hero for today, bahahahaha!”
“Once the butler is back from delivering the message to the special raven, he will show you to your room for tonight. You’ll have this cow lass as well.”
Just a moment after he said that, the butler burst back into the dining hall. “Message has been delivered, sir. The raven is on its way to find Countess Ilyana.”
“Good, good,” the earl replied. “Now show my boy Devon here to his quarters for tonight. He deserves a hero’s welcome! Give him whatever he wants.”
“Yes, sir,” the butler replied. He motioned for Devon to come over to him. “Let’s go, master Devon.” Taking the leash from the other servant, he handed it over to Devon and bowed.
The fat titted cowgirl looked shyly at Devon, her yellow cowbell shaking as she shimmied her shoulders, her massive bazookas rocking back and forth as she wiggled her hips and supersized plump ass.