Wokou Can Be Put to Good Use (3)

One of the bound Wokou spat at me and let fly a stream of filthy curses.

“I’d sooner believe a dog could speak than believe your words. From the looks of it, you’re fair-skinned and delicate—perfect as a wakashudo partner! How about it? Would you be honored to share the pleasures of cloud and rain with me?”

Was he trying to die with a bit of swagger since he was going to die either way?

Freedom of choice aside, he really was something else.

To think he'd be cursing me out and asking if I had no intention of getting screwed, when I could subject him to all manner of torture with a single word.

If he had been born in the 21st century, he probably would have made a fine keyboard warrior.

As I smirked, the interpreter looked at me with a very troubled expression.

He seemed worried that if he translated those words exactly as they were, there would be trouble for him.

Of course, I had no intention of causing that interpreter any trouble.

“Kim Hundo.”...