After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 867

SURPRISE BONUS CHAP~!

Not only am I settled in GT Rank 2 (so far) the story also received a Gachapon!

That was the story’s first Gachapon, and it even came from the TOP AUTHOR GUILTYTHREE! kyaaa~ *dances*

If you’re new in WN and haven’t checked out his story, you’re missing out~

Anyways, back to the story~

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Sasha could only look up at the ceiling as the deed was done, letting out sounds that made men think they were incredible in bed when in reality they were horrible.

Not to mention that most of them were disgusting to look at.

At this, she couldn’t help but turn her eyes to Misha, who was standing impassively with her eyes closed.

She was so beautiful, but how was she keeping herself safe for long?!

She didn’t have time to glare at the other woman when a pudgy hand grabbed her face, forcing her to look back up. This man was Surut, Hesso’s best friend.

"Look at me!" he said, gritting his teeth as he pounded on her. "Make loud erotic sounds!" he ordered, and she did.

As one man took Sasha, the rest who were done with her continued to chatter and gossip as if it was the most natural thing. The latest one to ’use’ Sasha went to get some water, freshly produced by their personal water elementalist.

There were two of them—paid for a very high price—and neither one seemed particularly affected by what was going on.

They would occasionally wet the noble men, add to the water in their feet, give them water to drink as requested. Their faces remained impassive or bored as they sat there, even if the sex was happening right at their faces.

Here, they also had some cool water, but it was limited and only available to the upper class. They made this by digging very very deep wells.

"Ah, only with Hesso can I taste cool water at this time!" one cronie said, tone admiring to Hesso, who was now being fanned by slaves while being wiped cool water by Misha.

"Well, he

is

the heir to the lordship!"

Hesso grinned. "Uncle sent these two water elementalists to me, too," he said, proud that the Lord thought so much of him.

The cronies nodded in agreement, receiving some cool water to cool their faces.

The utter waste of water made the newcomers glare, but what could they do, right?

The newcomers didn’t move and waited patiently for the next instructions. When one of the main servants finished watching the degeneracy—no doubt dreaming that he’d get to taste too when the masters were tired of the woman—he turned to see them there.

His eyes traced over Sarah, which made them nervous. He frowned. "So dirty! What are you doing?"

"I was on night feces duty, but fortunately I fell on soil this time, so it does not smell," she explained. "No water to bathe."

The servant looked at her up and down and then to the empty fanning spot. He accepted her explanation—it was too hot to think—and the newcomers lined up to position, getting their own fans.

Some of the fans were made of weaved dried leaves, while some were made of fabric. They were rather large and it would definitely get tiring swinging it around for hours on end without stopping.

They did their jobs, listening to the nobles’ rants as they did so and, more often than not, they felt their brains heating up from anger too.

"So hot… I feel so sticky! It’s so annoying!"

"FAN FASTER!"

"Sigh, so smelly…"

"So many corpses around after all. I dunno what the slave leaders are doing, not getting rid of the bodies fast enough."

"Useless…"