' ' indicates or highlights thoughts in the characters' minds however private they might be.

"Whatever I desire?" the boy asked Sir Nick.

"Yes, sir!" he replied in desperation. His eyes showed a slight light of hope that sparkled like a small firefly.

"Tell me about your daughter's features, colour, hair, height, weight, and most importantly her figure measurements!" the boy asked, he was slurping his saliva back into his throat as a gulp, one after the other.

"Excuse me, sir?! I didn't quite catch that!" the old man said.

"Oh, you heard me alright! Seeing how pissed off that beast is, you and your team don't have long before it heals fully and comes for you! Go on! I won't tell her that her father pimped her out to some handsome fella that saved his old timer ass!" the boy demanded.

"She has a pure white skin tone like Cinderella or more like a snow white hue to her skin! Her hair is black, and she has a tiny little nose which is her cutest part yet! Her face is full of freckle designs from under her eyes throughout her nose and its surroundings like Zoe here!"

"She's near to fifty in weight and five five foot in height in my opinion! She's a beauty without a doubt, sir!" the old guy explained.

"And...?!" the boy asked. He was still waiting for some crucial details about Liss.

"34-25-35!" Ryan tried to help Sir Nick out but instead he hurted his feelings for insulting his daughter's dignity.

"Sorry, Sir Nick! I couldn't help but desire her perfect, and sexy body! And for eye-tapping her as many times as I peed in a single day!" Ryan said, confessing his perversions toward his daughter.

'Wow! How fascinating and yummy her bust, waist and hips sound! I want to taste that piece of ass! I want to lick it, slap it, spank it, kiss it, massage it and finally taste it for myself! Then I will do it all again and one more time after that and so on, not in the same order but in whatever order I want to!'

"Give me your daughter's hand!" he said.

"Sir?!" he asked in perplexion. That little boy's words sounded even more strange and very much uncensored.

"You heard me! Marry her to me! I very much love to have your daughter in my harem!" the boy said, licking his lips with his unusually long tongue.

"Fine, boy! I give you my word that my daughter, Liss will be your wife for the rest of her life or at least as long as I'm around!" Sir Nick agreed as he was left with no other choice to save his team from the oncoming danger. Years welled up inside his eyes as he uttered those words.

"I don't believe one word coming out of that trashy mouth of yours, old geezer! Hand me every word of that agreement in writing.and I'll know if you cheat with your sign. Don't ask how but I will know it!" the boy commanded.

A yellow piece of paper appeared out of thin air in his hand and he handed it over to Sir Nick. Scribbling every word he said on that piece of paper, he signed the contract of Liss's marriage with the boy before the paper flew back to the boy soon as he finished lifting his pen up from the paper.

The boy then scanned that paper from top to bottom and it took an average of one minute to begin and conclude that process. 'Hurray! I got one more harem waifu in my collection! Today sir is my lucky day and I must be proud of how much I've achieved on this day alone! Heehee!'

At the same time, Sir Nick went into a deep pondering for a brief moment. 'I'm very sorry, my sweet little baby girl! I have no control over any of the things happening in this situation! As such I was forced to cut your throat by marrying you to this hentai without even asking for your permission! But don't worry, my sweet pie! I'll mutilate his body, limb from limb before he could even lay a single finger of his filthy and disgusting hands on your pure skin! This is my promise to you!'

"You're next! You two fine asses over there!" the boy said, pointing at Riley and Zoe. He was feeling unstoppable and knew damn well that he won't get another step-on-a-foxtail kinda lucky chance like that, in never. He manufactured another two pieces of same textured paper out of his hand, and floated them in the air onto the two beauties, one somewhat younger than the other, the former one being Zoe and the latter one being Riley for clarification.

"Nuh-uh! There's no way in the abyss that's gonna happen, you sick sh*t!" Riley threw a bunch of cursed words at the boy as she held her paper with both her hands ready to tear it to pieces, getting intimidated by his silly and nonsensical actions. He was straight away misusing their helpless state and snatching whatever he likes from them.

"Ah! Ah! Think carefully about the circumstances around you! I'm your best bet! Hell I'm your only bet right now if you want to get out of here alive! So, bring that shitty attitude of yours to my feet and sign the freaking thing, you fat chested b*tch!" the boy gave a mouthful of a reply, like a hard and rough slap on her face, one after the other until her self respect and pride came crashing down to the absolute ground zero.

In that time, Zoe signed her marriage contract paper and handed it over to the boy without saying a word, much less a full on debate and detesting dialogues directed at him. She realised the condition she was in quite quickly, and she knew on a very definite level what she had to do to stay alive.

"Congratulations, Zoe! You're now my wife and an esteemed member of my glorious harem!" The boy greeted Zoe before turning his face towards the difficult woman, Riley. All this while, Leela was taking a small nap in his slightly warmish embrace, standing on her feet.

But it was the least weird thing that they could witness in spite of the unfortunate and unprecedented events that each one of them were getting buried under. And the next scene involved Riley signing hers prior to when she hurled those marriage papers of hers aimed at the boy's face.

"Booyah! In your face, reverse harem! I have started my magnificent yet pleasurous journey to be the harem king of this world! This is just the beginning and I already got four beautiful, attractive and pretty chicks on my first day! Yippee!"

The boy started mumbling in a resounding voice with a tremendous grin of a smile on that wicked face of his as he absorbed those three contract pieces one contract at a time into his palms. His dark red eyes looked like the reflections of a pure evil, more eviler than the devil of the abyss himself.

The omega was still regenerating its amputated tissues as it vented hot fumes of steam from its monstrous reforming body but it looked almost ready for the big fight ahead of it in a few seconds or maybe even less. And the team had been making their own preparations by making deals with the evil itself reincarnated in the form of a feeble, and frail boy.

"But first things first! I don't want to fight that hideous looking creature when I myself look like this! I have to suit up and equip my armor set onto my body and I need time for that, a lot of time!" the boy said, yawning.

"But since you all will hold up your end of the deal without any delays and disturbances in the future which I surely hope with my whole heart and my centuries old and expertized brain, I'll try my level best to reduce the time I consume to ready myself for this plaything of a battle!"

He completed that entire anaconda length sentence in his single yawn. One might get the gist of how long and big that sleepy-head's yawn must have lasted for that to be possible. He then ordered those four to stand guard in front of him until he finished dressing his body by morphing Leela into his armor.

*"Now is the time, dear! Don't wake up and just rest on me!"* While Riley and her team positioned themselves forming a wall between him and the omega, the boy began morphing his sleeping girlfriend into a robe as he kissed his lips on her forehead without disturbing her nap by waking her up.

That hooded robe had covered his whole body from the tip of the hair spikes on his head to the edge of his long toe nails. And it resembled the classic halloween costume which a death reaper would wear in many illustrations from the way too back of an old time.

He stretched his right arm by raising it to his side at a ninety degree angular inclination, and a bright shining light grew in that palm of his. Before long, a tool that's usually used for cutting crops such as grass or corn, with a long curved gleaming metal blade at the end of an even longer greenish crystallised pole attached to no short handles had been conceived and born into the grip of his hand.

"Tu-whit tu-whoo! Let's dance, girl!" The boy uttered a loud cry as an expression of a strong enthusiasm as he talked to his robe. "And what do you say we kick some omega ass while we're at it!"

... to be continued.