Alan’s Erotic Adventure

Alan straightened up and acted like a gentleman, telling himself that now he was a fortune teller master.

No one, not even a 3-year-old kid, would be fooled by his trick. But it worked for Bard since he was crazy about superstition. In most case, businessmen were superstitious, which was their Achilles' heel. Alan didn’t know if he could make it or not. If he could, his hot Amy would belong to him.

Only imaging that already made him excited. By that time, he would fuck her like he did to Sue to make her orgasm. It turned him on even more when he pictured Amy having orgasm.

Alan didn’t visit Barton directly, for he thought that village woman hadn’t left yet and he wanted to wonder around the Pear Village to see what the village was like. He was just entering the village, when he was approached by a group of women for fortune telling. Soon he found people of the Pear Village were superstitious. This was the only difference between the Pear Village and the Vergina Village.

Alan had no choice but to act as a fortune teller by contemplating while touching his beard. Of course, he was not a fortune teller. But he knew there are two key points to act like one. First is to flatter. Second is to observe. Alan took a look at the woman standing before him. She was in her early thirties, with big butts and breasts, a nevus beside her mouth. He knew she was a shrew.

“Your face looks nice with good fortune. Your butt is big enough to give birth to babies easily. Your big breasts indicate your children are blessed. The nevus beside your mouth brings you good luck. Lucks come for sure after you have more sex with your husband.” Alan acted so well.

The village woman was delighted when she heard this. She thought it was totally right and handed him a few bucks in the tip jar. Surprised by the tips, he talked to himself, “I just made that up, but can still make money? I have something more important to do.”

It had been a while when he made it to Barton’s house. It was a mansion way more luxurious than houses beside it. Superstition was told by door gods painting on the door. Before the door there were two big trees. And a mirror was inset onto the wall. Alan looked into the mansion. Guess what? Barton was right there. Barton looks exactly the same as Amy and the village woman described. He had a round face and thick neck. He is a fool. He was sitting at the door while eating cooked corn.

Alan immediately acted like he was tired, walking over there, sitting on the step, and taking out his water jug for a drink. He felt hungry as he looked at Barton eating, then he smiled and said, “Barton, could you give me a bite on your corn?”

Barton had a glimpse at him, and turned his back to cover the corn to eat again. Alan was amused. ‘Isn’t it the way a fool acts? A normal person won’t act like that.’

sugar?” Alan took

am not a fool. Only a three-year-old kid will exchange it

up to drink, pretending he was drinking something really nice by making rumbling sound. Barton then turned around, “Hey, what are

back and covered his jug, “It’s something you cannot drink.”

Barton even more curious about what was inside the jug. He was confused. But then,

fool.” But he still pretended to be unwanted, “Well, but only for

soon he realized it

After that, Alan stood up and hid under the tree shade. He saw Bard come back half an hour later.

out from the shade and swaggered over to Barton. He put bamboo pole up high and shouted, “Fortune telling,

Bard was about to turn into the mansion, Alan said, “Whose house is this? It is surrounded by an intense unlucky aura. Something bad is going

this, he knew it was about his mansion. “How come? I’ve invited a fortune teller master to

intense unlucky aura. Would you please explain it to

his head, “How couldn’t you see the unlucky aura? The sky above the house is overcast. The tree root is filled with moths. And even the monster-telling mirror was broken. The

just heard. But the dark cloud existed truly. The tree was a Camphor tree bought from a fortune teller master. He never heard the Camphor tree had

out as he found there were several big and white moths crawling around.

wad of cash while he spoke, “Master, you must help me