Primitive Man

Chapter 141: Baktou's special request

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the mining village entrance as Baktou stood there, squinting into the distance. A gentle breeze whispered through the air with the orange sky, carrying with it the scent of the surrounding fields. Suddenly, on the horizon, a figure emerged, a silhouette against the backdrop of the setting sun.

Baktou's eyes lit up with recognition as he discerned the familiar form of his brother Garnt approaching, mounted on his trusty horse, Huta. Excitement bubbled within him, knowing that his brother's arrival meant news and tales to share, also to boast about his development to him and show why he was indeed the better right hand to him.

Baktou turned to Telvi, his girlfriend, who stood beside him, equally eager to hear the latest updates. "Telvi, it's Garnt! He's coming," he exclaimed with a grin.

Telvi's eyes sparkled with curiosity and her inner fan girl started to come out, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Garnt? So he is finally here? I'm really glad."

"Well it took some time, but I can understand, after all, he is a busy man," Baktou replied, the anticipation evident in his voice.

As Garnt neared the village entrance, the rhythmic hooves of Huta echoed in the air. The horse galloped, kicking up dust before coming to a sudden stop at Baktou's side. Garnt dismounted, a wide grin on his face and patted Huta.

"Garnt! We are so happy to see you after so long. You might be tired so why don't you come inside?" Baktou inquired, clapping his brother on the shoulder. "You won't believe what happened. Remember the woman who escaped Moga's grasp?"

Garnt exchanged quick glances with Baktou and Telvi before nodding. "Yes, I heard about her. What happened?" Garnt asked, his curiosity piqued.

Baktou leaned in, his voice lowering. "She's a great source of information for us. There's more to her story, and it involves a journey of unexpected twists and turns. Telvi had been trying to be friends with her and she told us a lot of things that happened in Moga's camp, which is now Amel's camp."

But Baktou didn't want to keep Garnt outside the whole time while he was talking with him after his long and exhausting trip, so he quickly asked him to rest for a little bit before talking.

"Take this horse and give her the best hay and water. It's patriarch's horse." Baktou shouted to a few of his villagers and they acted accordingly.

Garnt just shrugged his shoulders, accepting all the goodwill from his people and brother. He headed towards Baktou's newly built house, which looked rather interesting because it resembled what they had built in the main village.

[Hmmm! He is doing rather well without our help. He is a very talented man. Garnt, you really hit a jackpot with this man.]

"What is a jackpot?" he questioned as he entered the wooden house. However, Eva told him to forget about it, explaining that terms like that were better discussed in free time rather than at important moments like this.

As Garnt stepped into Baktou's house, he couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship. The wooden structure resembled their main village's buildings, a testament to Baktou's skills. Telvi, Baktou's girlfriend, greeted Garnt with an excited smile.

"Patriarch! This is the first time I met you after Baktou and I decided to go out together." Telvi exclaimed, her eyes shining with genuine joy. "I'm rather happy to see you healthy."

"Good to see you too, Telvi," Garnt replied, returning the warmth of her greeting. "I heard so much about you, and I can confidently say Baktou is a man you can believe and love. As his brother, I can assure you that,"

Baktou, ever the thoughtful host, suggested, "Garnt, you must be tired from your journey. How about taking a bath first, and then we can catch up and eat something?"

"That sounds like a plan," Garnt agreed, appreciating the idea.

Baktou led him to a corner where a wooden tub filled with steaming water awaited. "I know how much you enjoy hot springs, so I thought this might be a nice touch."

Garnt chuckled, giving Baktou a playful pat on the back. "You've become quite cheeky, brother. But I appreciate it."

Baktou returned the smile and left the room, but for some reason, Telvi stayed in the room without following Baktou. Garnt saw Baktou whispering something to her and he didn't know what they were planning.

As Garnt prepared to undress, he was taken aback when Telvi followed him to the bath area. He raised an eyebrow, unsure of her intentions.

"Need a hand, Patriarch?" Telvi offered, surprising him with her forwardness.

Garnt hesitated for a moment, his mind processing the unexpected situation. "Uh, sure, I guess."

Without further ado, Telvi helped him undress, her actions efficient but somewhat awkward. Garnt couldn't shake off the strange feeling of undressing with his brother's girlfriend nearby. He also felt that she was rather curious when it came to his body since she kept touching his abs and chest.

Nevertheless, he entered the warm water, sighing in contentment. "Ahhh~ nothing hit the spot like a warm bath after a long exhausting work,"

Telvi kept looking at Garnt, her whole mind going crazy. She was witnessing her role model bathing in front of her, and for her, it was one of the greatest moments in her life.

"Patriarch, do you want a massage?" Getting close to Garnt, Telvi questioned and he looked at her not knowing what was going on inside her mind.

'Massage won't hurt anyone, right? I'm sure she just wants to treat me like this because she wants to impress me so I won't object to Baktou and her relationship. What a silly girl.'

"Fine. You can do whatever you want, I'm just going to close my eyes for a bit to enjoy the warmth." He said those words and covered his eyes with a wet towel, so he could feel better and after a few minutes, he started to feel a soft pair of hands on his shoulders gently pressing the pressure point of his body.

This went on for another few minutes, but then Garnt started to feel weird as Telvi's hand started to travel below his hips and try to grab his dick. He wasn't dense enough not to understand what she was trying to do. Telvi was trying to jerk off Garnt he wanted to get up and ask why she was doing all this.

But he also wondered whether she was genuinely trying to massage him or something else, but before she could do that and go all the way, Baktou came into the room and announced that the food was ready.

"Garnt, you should eat them before they get cold. We have some steaks cooked for you, and I don't think eating them cold will be the best experience," Baktou muttered, and Garnt couldn't help but agree. He decided to completely forget about what happened in the bath. After getting out and dressing up, he went to the food table with Telvi, who was still following him like a stalker.

Garnt settled into a chair, eyeing the steaks and other delicacies spread across the table. Baktou took his seat opposite Garnt, ready to indulge in the feast. However, much to Garnt's surprise, Telvi decided to sit right next to him. He shot a questioning glance at Baktou, silently wondering why he wasn't intervening.

"Eva, is this normal?" Finally, he decided to turn to his ultimate support, but even Eva couldn't help but find their behaviour quite strange.

[I don't know, but this is weird.]

The dinner began, and they eagerly started devouring the sumptuous spread. Juicy steaks, savoury meats, colourful vegetables, and fresh fruits adorned the table. Garnt, in particular, was drawn to a mouthwatering curry that stood out. Unable to contain his curiosity, he turned to Baktou.

"Hey, Baktou, this curry is amazing. Who made it?" Garnt inquired, taking another bite. "I want to take this recipe back because I'm sure Ayra and your sister will like it very much."

Baktou nodded toward Telvi, who blushed bashfully. "Oh, Telvi made that curry. She insisted on preparing something special for you. Maybe she poured her all love in that curry."

Garnt raised an eyebrow, surprised at Telvi's culinary skills. "Really? Well, it's delicious. You've got some talent, Telvi. I'm rather jealous of Baktou now."

Telvi beamed, looking like she was on cloud nine. As the dinner continued, Garnt couldn't help but notice Telvi's unwavering proximity. He kept stealing glances at Baktou, silently questioning why he hadn't said anything about Telvi sitting so close and acting like she was in heat when Garnt was close to her.

Between bites, Baktou finally broached the subject. "Garnt, there's something I wanted to ask you or you could think of this as a genuine request."

Garnt nodded, wiping his mouth with his hand because he wanted to follow some kind of discipline and be an example for the people that followed him. "Sure, what is it?"

Baktou hesitated for a moment before speaking, but he finally managed to squeeze those words out of his mouth. "Could you have sex with my girlfriend?"