Carnal Immortal-Chapter 438: Hakor’s Villa

The guard doesn’t like the tone in which Amon is speaking with him.

But it’s not just the tone, it’s the way Amon is carrying himself, the way he is looking down on everyone with those prideful eyes, and that arrogant smirk.

It’s as if Amon thinks the world revolves around him and everyone in it is just there to entertain him.

"Are you threatening me?" The guard raises his voice while pointing his spearhead at Amon.

But Amon’s smirk never fades. This pisses off the guard even more, but before he could do anything, the other guard who had rushed in to inquire about Amon to the master of the villa came running back.

"Stop! The master has asked for his presence," The other guard says, huffing and puffing, taking deep breaths as the master ordered him to get Amon to him as soon as possible.

The guard, pointing his spear at Amon, clicks his tongue in annoyance. If not for the master’s order, he would have shoved this spearhead down Amon’s throat and made an example out of him for whoever dares to disrespect him.

Amon continues to look down on the guard with his arrogant gaze, wanting to piss off the man even more, and it works; the guard can’t do anything but watch as Amon is escorted into the villa.

The guard follows Amon to keep an eye on him as they walk up the stairs to reach the garden of the villa.

Amon looks around and finds this villa quite pleasing to the eye. The flowers grown here are beautiful, there is greenery everywhere, and there are even a few trees that are not native to this land grown here.

Hakor clearly spent a lot of money on the flora of this villa, making sure it stands out amongst the rich elites of the city who might own similar large villas in the city.

As Amon is escorted through the villa, many eyes fall on him. Female workers and slaves who work and live in the villa look at him with wide eyes, unable to hide their desire for him, while the men can only feel jealous at all the attention Amon is getting.

But then again, none of them dares to say a word as they are mere workers. Amon can fuck all the women in the villa in front of them, and all they can do is stand and watch helplessly.

The common people have very little power in these times. All they can do is work hard to earn money so that they can take care of their families.

Amon walks through the courtyard before entering the villa’s inner chambers, where the main residents of the villa live, these being Hakor and his family.

As Amon steps into the inner residence with one guard guiding him and two others following him, someone approaches them.

A man, short, fat, and ugly. Amon looks at this man and thinks about how much he must be eating to be fat during these times. Well, it’s not a rare sight to see in a rich man’s house.

They have too much money and food to indulge in.

Amon looks at this fat guy and realizes who it is. It’s Hakor’s son. Harin.

"Harin? Is that you? You have gotten fatter, hahahaha," Amon says, laughing out loud.

Hearing Amon’s mocking tone angers the fat man. "How dare you laugh at me? Are you tired of living?" Harin asks, pointing his aggressively shaking finger at Amon, whose voice cracks.

Amon chuckles.

The guard who was pissed at Amon earlier gets angrier when he sees Amon still acting arrogant toward the young master, but he can’t do anything... yet.

"Stop screaming like a woman and take me to your father. How are you still such an embarrassment even though you are twenty-five years old?" Amon asks, blatantly being rude to the fat man.

"If not for my father wishing to see you, you would be dead by now," Harin says.

"Hahaha, sure, sure, let’s keep moving, I don’t have all the time in the world to waste talking to a fat shit like you," Amon says, trying to get a rise out of Harin, and it seems to be working.

The fat man’s ugly face is turning red from anger, but his fear for his father is far greater than his desire to seek revenge.

He decides to hold off his desire for revenge now and complain to his father about Amon so that he can finally get his revenge.

"Bring him to the main hall," Harin says while trying his best to hold back his anger.

"Move!" The same guard who has a problem with Amon says, poking Amon with the tip of his spear. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Amon frowns, but only for a second. The man dares to poke Amon with his weapon. If he had done something like this outside, Amon would have made his life hell, but now that Amon is inside the villa, he decides to wait it out.

Given how much Amon has gotten inside this guard’s skin, he is sure to do something stupid once they are inside, and that is when Amon’s going to make the guard regret ever even daring to meet him in the eyes.

Amon follows Harin into the mail hall, where Hakor and his entire family are waiting.

Stepping into the main hall, Amon looks around with a smile on his face, as this place is quite nice and pleasing to the eye.

The ceiling is an open roof that lets the sunlight enter, and right below it is a pool of water that has many aquatic flowers floating in it; there are also some fish swimming inside.

The walls of the hall are decorated with beautiful art, and some of the tiles have intricately carved out holes so that when the sunlight seeps through them, the art looks even better.

The pillars are thick and gigantic, with vines spiraling up towards the roof.

The air here felt cooler and calming, a perfect place to relax.

’This is a nice place to hang out,’ Amon thought, deciding to take it for himself as he is not going to live in his old hut anymore.

While Amon was enjoying the scenery of the main hall.

A fat man wearing a luxurious robe made of silk lay on his soft, cushioned bed being fed berries by one of his handmaidens while the other fanned him with a big hand fan.

The fat man frowned, seeing Amon look around without acknowledging him.

The fat man would have already ordered his men to lop off Amon’s head from his shoulder, but he wanted to hear out Amon as to why he was here. Amon should already know that he is aware of Amon having an intimate relationship with his wife, so for Amon to still come here to talk to him, the man was clearly an idiot, or he had something that could entice Hakor in return for him to spare Amon’s life.

Hakor, being a greedy pig, of course wanted to know what Amon had for him that was enough to please him to spare Amon’s life.

Hakor was about to speak to call out when he noticed Amon finally turn his head to look in his direction, but Amon wasn’t looking at him, but towards the direction where his feet were pointed.

Rage starts to build up inside Hakor as he looks in the direction Amon is staring and sees his wife, blushing and avoiding Amon’s gaze.

Hakor looks back at Amon with teeth gritting in anger. This man fucked his wife, and instead of running away for his life, he came back and oogle at his wife again, and that too right in front of him.

But what pisses him off more is his wife’s reaction.

When he found out that his wife was fucking that sell sword, Hakor’s rage was through the roof; he wanted nothing more than to kill his wife, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

After all, killing your own wife was a crime, but even if Hakor did, he could probably get away with it because of his wealth and influence. The real reason that stopped Hakor was that his wife was too beautiful.

A beautiful woman like her is hard to come by. Being a rich man, he must have a beautiful wife to show off. Killing his wife would be a waste.

So, as punishment, he beat her and made her promise to never look at another man ever again, which she agreed to out of fear.

But the moment Amon returned, she completely abandoned her promise.

Hakor, right now, wants nothing more than to have his men skin Amon’s skin off his face so that he becomes an ugly fuck that women would be terrified to look at.

"Whoa there, what’s this hostility I feel coming off you? Calm down, will you? I came here to settle our pending business," Amon says, with a confident smile.

"And what’s this business you want to settle?" Hakor asks as he sits up on his bed, making it creak a little.

His jaw is clenched tightly while his fingers are digging into his palm. He still wants to hear what Amon has for him.

"Well, it’s nothing of importance. I heard that your men ransacked the little home of all its wealth. I am here to take it back," Amon says, smiling, tilting his head.

Hakor is stunned by what he just heard because he has never encountered such a bizarre situation before.