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The months in Wellcum have been... welcoming to say the least. You can't remember a single day you haven't came at least once since you've been here.
Of course, thanks to the Popopo in the air, you're libido's capabable of catching up.
But it hasn't been all fun and sex since you've been here. Between every villager you've fucked around with, they all found a nice place in your heart for love as they have with each other.
But one set of men... well love was the last word you'd use to describe it when it started.
You were on your way to the library to pick up some new erotica to get enchanted by Horace, when you a blur covered in shadow block your way to the door.
"Halt! You can't escape us!"
"You've humiliated us time and time again"
"But no longer, it's time for YOU to pay the price!"
...
...Oh boy, it's the trio once again. Responsible for causing you mild annoyance in the desert and the castle. It had been a while since you last saw them. Grant's words must've been lasting. But that begs the question of why they're here in the first place.
So what price are they talking about.
"We know how close you've gotten with the captain", they yell, pointing their fingers simultaneously towards you.
"You must've brainwashed him into kicking us out. That's it clearly!"
They push their fingers into your chest, practically pushing you up against the bar behind you.
They aren't winning intimidation contests anytime soon (Lord knows Beton has them beat), but they ARE three figures blocking your path again.
You give a slow sigh, gesturing to the library behind them, hoping they'd take the hint. The three followed your finger to the library, but their (hidden) expressions only grew angrier.
"That's it! You must've found SOMETHING in there. Some kind of brainwashing technique!". You've had a hard time following which of these three said anything. But given their reputation, you doubt you'd be called out for forgetting.
You've had enough and shove passed them to the library, hoping they'd leave you alone.
...
They didn't...
Instead they took to poking you insistently
At the library...
During your trip to the mines...
Visiting Orderic...
"Are you okay working like this?" Said Mason gesturing to the three pokers.
You blankly stare off into the distance, wordlessly sliding bricks in place.
Even for your visit to Hubert to fuck him with Rulius wasn't nearly as fun with those three behind you.
"Je suis désolé, but I think the mood is dead. I was hoping they'd join but I'd rather go read right about now".
Funny... you wanted the same thing this morning.
What would it take to get rid of these guys!?
You grab their crotches, thinking maybe they're frustrated and pent up? Yet not a single pair of pants tented.
You sigh into your hands, you feel like you're at your limit. Looking dead, you beg them to tell you what the hell they want?
...
And finally the poking stopped.
"Well. We want to know your secret. You barely showed up, and suddenly you're the chosen hero of Wellcum". They turned to each other with stubborn determination. "So you must've had some kind of technique or hidden power in your cock".
They stand still simply staring at you. Was that REALLY all they wanted? Some training.
Honestly too defeated to fight back against them, you give up and offer to train them.
"We did it! Grant would HAVE to take us back in the castle!"
"To drink his heavenly load again!" the one to the right shivered with pleasure.
You shuffle over to your house dejected, barely noticing they followed you inside.
Plopping down on the bed, you notice them taking refuge on your furniture on the first floor.
...You feel like the only pole you want right now is something to keep these three away from you...
...You feel distant, you are now the Begrudging Teacher to The Infernal Trio.