‘Women from The Nine Continent are indeed far more beautiful than those in the Raksasa Tribe.’

Amastan initially planned to kill Debra and Shentel. But now that he could observe them up close, he was attracted to their faces and voluminous bodies.

“Be good to me if you don’t want to die. Make me happy and I might let you be my wives. You can then be the Raksasa Tribe’s queens. Hahaha!” said Amastan pleasingly as he took out a packet of pollen and sprinkled it in front of the girls’ faces.

Fuh!

Debra and Shentel could not react in time and inhaled the pollen.

In an instant, they felt light-headed and their expressions changed drastically.

“You shameless degenerate!” Shentel cried out with anger and embarrassment. As a smart woman, she guessed what Amastan was trying to do immediately when she sensed the peculiarity in her body.

“Stop being gritty, you are now mine. Tsk tsk, you are similar to Raksasa women when it comes to this. Great, both of you are going to be as tame as cats.