A lich's gas Anime, Cartoon, and Video Game Femdom chapter 16 by StrangeServal

You've endured the pressure on your neck for a few minutes now. You focused on the rhythmic, muffled clink of coins, the soft rustle of paper bills. You tried to ignore the chilling, mortifying intimacy of your position, the way her weight molded your features, the way her scent was becoming as familiar to you as your own. But, it was almost over.

Then as Wiz reached for the last stack of bills, PFFFFFFFFFFFFGGGGGGGGGGGFGGFFFFFFFGGGGGGG
A long, wet fart ripped right in your face. "Oh dear, sorry Sam. I couldn't hold it anymore." It was the worst thing you have ever smelt in your life. Like something crawled up her ass and died. And you're now finding out that your nose was being smusheed right against WIz's asshole. It was hard to tell with 2 layers of clothing in the way, but this fart made it obvious "Could you be a good assistant and filter that as best you can, I might lose focus and have to restart if it starts getting up here."

Not wanting to upset your new employer, and desperately not wanting her to restart, you sniff like your life depends on it. Wait, cold and her farts smell like the dead? Is Wiz and undead?