Legend of the Yakuza - Part 4

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Even the impeccably dressed groom, Pablo, lost his composure in an instant, his mouth agape, speechless.
Before me stood Emma, whom I hadn't seen in so long, in a pristine white bridal gown, white as snow, adorned with elegant ruffles that stretched over three feet to the floor. A lace veil covered her head, her pretty face partially obscured.
Hearing the sound of me breaking down the door, she turned to face me. The long dress narrowed at her slender waist, subtly accentuating her small breasts, creating an unexpected fullness and cleavage. Her shoulders and neck were bare, her skin smooth and soft as ever.
Emma's face was filled with a sorrowful and melancholic expression, her cheeks so thin it was heartbreaking to look at. After our eyes met, she raised her hand to cover her slightly parted lips in surprise, her bitter expression melting away. Overwhelmed with joy, she cried, "Brother! I've finally waited for you to come and get me! I almost thought this day would never come!"
"I'm sorry you had to go through all this!"
I was equally moved. Several times, Emma had supported me and kept me alive in life-or-death situations.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, I walked across the church towards Emma. She ignored Persephone beside her and walked towards me.
"Where are you going? Come back here!" Persephone reached out and grabbed Emma.
"Let go of me! You bastard!"
My anger flared as my woman was held in another man's arms. I rushed forward.
Nora, that bitch, yelled and tried to help the crowd grab me. Several people stood up and blocked my way.
"You bastards! Don't you know the difference between superior and inferior? How dare you block my way as the gang leader!"
I ruthlessly struck with my spiked club, knocking them to the ground, and charged in front of Pablodia.
Shouts of "Protect our leader!" erupted, and gang members rushed out to surround me and Pablodia.
Even a broken ship has some nails; my father's influence still lingered. Although Pablodia held considerable power and was trying to eliminate dissidents, human nature is unpredictable, and it was impossible to completely eliminate all those loyal to my late father. Moreover, Elijah's secret efforts to win over dissidents dissatisfied with Pablodia weren't entirely ineffective.
Only a quarter of those willing to protect me were willing to protect Pablodia, and they were mostly older and less physically robust.
"Young Master, we've been waiting for you for a long time! Please lead us to deal with this traitor!"
The crowd around me surged with righteous indignation; everyone wanted to seize this opportunity to avenge their previous defeat.
The two sides' men first shouted insults, then pushed and shoved each other, and it looked like a fight was about to break out. A burning desire for revenge ignited within me; my urgency was greater than anyone else's. However, the situation was against us; a fight here would be extremely disadvantageous.
"Silence! When did it become your place to speak according to seniority? Isn't that right, Pablodia?" I raised my hands to quell the commotion.
"Young Master Elios is quite right."
"Please allow me to report that since the young master was arrested and imprisoned, the gang has been leaderless, and other gangs are encroaching upon us. In this crisis, I, in my incompetence, have been elected by everyone as the new gang leader, and I have taken charge of all affairs of the gang." This hypocrite was still putting on an act.
"Thank you for your trouble. Now that I'm out of prison, you don't need to continue acting as the gang leader."
"I'm afraid you've misunderstood, young master. I'm not acting as the gang leader, but the official third-generation leader of the Lafranc Gang. The succession to the gang leader position is a major matter, and naturally it must be elected by the gang members. If you want to reclaim the position, young master, how about we choose another auspicious day for a public election?"
"We'll talk about that later. Let go of Emma first; she's mine." He spoke so eloquently, but did he think I could win a public election?
"I can't do that. Madam has already betrothed Miss to me." Pablodia shook his head, holding Emma even tighter.
"Brother! Save me!" Emma cried, tears streaming down her face, desperately trying to return to my side.
"As the eldest brother, I have the final say on Emma's marriage. I won't agree to you marrying her. Let go of my Emma. Otherwise, you can wait for her to decide who she wants to be with!" I sneered at this guy who was trying to force me into marriage.
Pablodia's face darkened. No matter how eloquent he was, he had no reason to keep Emma alive except through force.
"You rapist! You incestuous pervert, what right do you have to control my daughter?" Nora interjected from behind Pablodia.
"You slut, you're lucky I haven't cut you into pieces yet." I used the martial arts I'd honed in prison, flicking my wrist to send a willow-leaf dagger flying through the air towards Nora's crotch.
Before becoming her father's mistress, Nora was one of the gang's leaders. Although her skills had deteriorated in recent years due to laziness, she still managed to dodge it.
"Oh no! Murder! Murderer! Boss, save me!" The bitch collapsed to the ground, her legs weak. Seeing the willow-leaf dagger that had almost struck her crotch, and golden urine seeping from under her skirt, Nora screamed for help, her face pale with terror.
In the chaos, Persephone was momentarily distracted, and Emma slipped from his arms.
Though the situation was urgent, I didn't let this golden opportunity slip by. I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around Emma's muscular body, and held her high, pointing my spiked club at Persephone who was trying to take her back.
"Brother, I missed you so much! I missed you so much!"
Emma cried, tears welling in her eyes, nestled against me like a little bird. She had lost a lot of weight, her face was thinner, and even her waist was more slender.
"It's all over now. I won't let anyone separate us again." Holding Emma tightly, I felt as if I had been separated from her forever, because my mistake almost meant we would never see each other again.
Persephone, seeing this, had no intention of giving us time for intimacy. He gave his men a signal, and they grabbed chairs from the church as weapons and charged towards us.
A chaotic melee ensued, with chairs flying through the air. Enemies fought hand-to-hand, using chair legs as weapons, while guests scrambled to escape through doorways and windows.
"Pablodia! Don't think I don't know! You poisoned my father and conspired with that slut Nora to frame me! I'll get rid of you, you traitor! Brothers, let's retreat for now!"
Underworld figures outwardly value loyalty, and traitors are universally despised. I used this opportunity to falsely accuse Pablodia of poisoning my father, damaging his reputation and gaining a moral advantage in the struggle for leadership.
Taking advantage of the chaos, I used my spiked club to clear a path, rushing out of the church, grabbing a carriage, and whipping it away. Emma excitedly embraced me, clinging to me tightly, unwilling to let go.
The surrounding area was filled with churches, a serene and verdant landscape, like a paradise on earth. As the horses galloped off, the carriage left the pursuing enemies far behind.
"I almost thought I was going to lose you." Once the situation had calmed down a bit, I tenderly placed my hand on Emma's soft, fragrant back.
"Me too, I almost thought I'd only see my brother in heaven." Emma's voice was a mix of joy and sorrow, her tone agitated.
"I won't allow you to have such foolish thoughts of suicide again. If you die, how can I live a happy life? You hid the poison there."
"As long as my brother is by my side, I won't want to die again." Emma softened her body, leaning against my shoulder.
Then she raised her hand, opened her beautiful red lips, and spat out the poison she had been holding in her mouth.
This devoted little girl! I gently kissed her fragrant lips, snatched the poison from her mouth, and spat it far away.
"Brother, let's leave the capital and travel the world to places where nobody knows us, enjoying nature and making a living by performing. I can dance and play the piano, so we don't have to worry about making a living."
Emma spoke with longing and anticipation, gazing thoughtfully at the beautiful future she imagined.
"You silly girl! How can I, a grown man, let you work to support me? Besides, what's so great about going to some poor, desolate place? I love this capital, full of sin and rampant desires, where anything can be done with power and wealth. After dealing with Pablodia and your despicable mother, I'll regain my position as gang leader, and we'll return to the White House and start a happy new life."
Emma was so childish; how could I, a man, be content with mediocrity? A life of retirement to the countryside—I'd never even considered it. That kind of aimless life was better left to those ordinary, useless people.
Perhaps they hadn't anticipated such a vast difference in their views on the future. Emma, her face etched with sorrow, said softly, "Brother! I don't want you to live like Father, in the underworld, never knowing what tomorrow will bring, constantly at risk of arrest by the authorities or assassination by other gangs. Can't you think of me? As long as we're content, what does a little poverty matter?"
"You really don't understand the hardships of life, you pampered young lady! Do you think it's romantic to live a poor life while having love? Let me tell you, a day without bread is unbearable. I've had enough of this suffering; I don't want you to spend the rest of your life like this."
Thinking back to how even three meals a day were a struggle, it was pure hell. How could Emma and I endure it any longer? The
traditional roles of the man as breadwinner and the woman as homemaker are deeply ingrained. Between us, it was Emma who had to accept and obey. Women of the underworld must silently endure.
"Once things settle down, we'll travel several times a year. We'll travel and enjoy the scenery together!" To Emma's sorrowful face, I could only offer sweet words and promises to comfort her.
After a slight hesitation, Emma stammered, "But... if we stay in the capital, there will be a lot of gossip, and Mother is Mother. Could you please ask my brother not to hurt her?"
Hearing this, I was struck dumb, completely at a loss. I wouldn't let that bitch Nara get away with it, even if Emma tried to persuade me. However, as long as Emma didn't know how I dealt with that bitch, it would be fine.
The problem was the gossip targeting both of us. Although we weren't actually related by blood, in the eyes of the world, we were always siblings. Silencing the gossip was simply impossible. Should I really leave the capital and develop elsewhere?
As I struggled with this question, speechless, the sound of hooves gradually rose from behind.
Looking back across the vast plain, I could see several riders galloping towards us. At this moment, I couldn't think of any other possibility but pursuers; a carriage couldn't possibly outrun horses.
Compared to future worries, solving the immediate problem was more important. Emma and I disembarked, and I whipped the horses a few times to spur them onto the main road. We walked on foot towards a small church by the roadside. There were still a few carriages and horses outside, indicating a wedding was taking place inside.
Emma was dressed in her magnificent wedding gown; even if I were bold, I couldn't pretend to be a guest, and I couldn't very well ask Emma to strip naked. After circling the church, I pried open the basement door, and we hid inside.
Once inside, I searched around and finally chose a very inconspicuous, incredibly narrow storage room to hide in.

Chapter Four: The Church of Lust.
Emma, who had always silently obeyed my orders, was now almost skin to skin with me. This dilapidated church even had holes in the storage room, allowing us to see the ceremony taking place in the main hall.
"Brother, Emma is worried. What if someone discovers us?"
"Don't worry! There are so many churches here; how many can Persephone's men search? Even if we are caught, I'll protect you and fight our way out," I replied with unwavering confidence.
Seeing Emma's trembling, uneasy face, and hearing the newlyweds exchanging rings in the hall, I remembered the gift I had prepared.
I hurriedly pulled it out of my pocket and said to Emma, "In prison, I secretly used the workshop equipment to have this iron ring made. What size diamond do you want? I'll have someone set it later."
"Brother..." For some reason, Emma didn't become happy; instead, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face.
"Why are you crying all of a sudden! Are you feeling wronged? It's my fault. I'll find you a big diamond in a few days, the size of an egg, okay?" Faced with my sister's cries, I was at a loss.
"It's not like that! The diamond isn't important at all. What's important is whether you love me, brother?"
"Love! Of course I love you."
I hugged Emma tighter, placing my hands on her slender waist and fragrant buttocks.
Emma used the ring that Pablo had given her to exchange with me. Overjoyed and weeping, she said, "If you don't want to leave the capital, I'll endure it. At most, I'll just avoid going out. That way, I won't have to hear those harsh and malicious words." "
I've made you suffer!"
Outside, the ceremony had progressed to the newlyweds' kiss.
Inside the secret chamber, Emma's youthful fragrance wafted through the air, combined with the allure of skin against skin. And I had longed for her day and night for months.
The sense of being hunted only fueled my lust.
Inside the chamber, both were in love, and I succumbed to my instincts, lifting Emma's bridal gown and caressing her smooth, alabaster legs and buttocks.
At the same time, I lowered my head, kissing Emma's shoulders, neck, and breasts indiscriminately.
"No! How can you do this in a church?"
Although Emma wasn't a believer, her reason and restraint wouldn't allow such outrageous behavior.
"Isn't the kiss after the ceremony proof of our vows? Let's take it a step further."
"Brother..." Emma cried out in a low voice, flustered and angry.
"Don't you love me? Or have you forgotten what you asked me to do in court?"
"Of course I love you. But... this kind of thing... this kind of thing, people will notice."
"Just bear with it for a while, don't make a sound."
Emma, flustered and timid, her face flushed, kept peeking out through the hole, afraid that others would know what we were doing.
I am truly a deviant pervert. Facing my sister, who is not related to me by blood, in the sacred church, I was already incredibly excited before we even got intimate.
In prison, apart from that time with Sheila, I could only ask the five girls in my arms to take care of me. Now that the person I love is in my arms, it would be harder than death for me to remain unmoved.
Moreover, I am an adventurous person by nature, so I became even more brazen in teasing and caressing Emma.
"Ugh...no..."
The more Emma shyly refused, the more her slender hands half-pushed and half-resisted me, the more excited I became.
In the confined space, and with Emma wearing a wedding dress that made movement difficult, taking it off was practically impossible.
So, I very directly decided to destroy this hateful dress. This was the dress that Pablo had forced Emma to wear, and like animals fighting for territory, I excitedly tore the wedding dress to reclaim what belonged to me, Emma.
Hearing the sound of tearing fabric, Emma's breathing became increasingly rapid, and she cried out in shock and shame, "No! Brother, if you ruin this dress, I'll be practically naked! How can I face anyone then?"
"I can't bear to let anyone see your naked body, so I'll take off my own top for you later, and you can be completely naked from the waist down. It'll be enough to cover your buttocks!" I gently bit Emma's earlobe, breathing hot air on it and then cold air on it.
"Brother, you're bullying me!" Emma's eyes reddened with anxiety.
"Then don't you want to make love with me?"
Emma probably hadn't expected me to ask such a direct and bold question.
She lowered her head shyly, biting her red lips, the answer already obvious.
In one swift motion, I tore all of Emma's clothes, inside and out, into rags, leaving them on the ground. This revealed my sister's smooth, ivory-white skin, smoother than silk.
My hands freely touched Emma's body, especially her shapely breasts and her tender pink nipples.
"Mmm...ha...ah..."
Emma clenched her teeth, trying her best to suppress the urge to moan softly from the pleasure.
Holding Emma's firm, bouncy breasts, I played with them intermittently, experiencing a pleasure beyond divine bliss.
"Brother... Brother..."
she murmured, unable to contain herself. The fragrance emanating from her body in the confined space, the smooth feel of her skin—all these
sensations combined with the constant fear of being discovered created an extra thrill, making me even more excited. I began to tear Emma's skirt and panties apart.
I reached down and touched Emma's most intimate spot, eliciting a soft moan from her.
My hand was already covered in warm, sticky love fluid, but another strange sensation made me feel as if I had been doused with cold water.
Without a word, I grabbed Emma's slender waist and placed her naked body, except for her veil, on a pile of clutter, her legs facing me.
"Ah..."
Emma cried out loudly, whether anyone outside heard her or not.
At this point, I couldn't care less about anything else. Regret, heartbreak, and burning rage surged within me. I asked, filled with fear and doubt, "Pablo...Pablo has taken you?"
I expected a negative answer.
Emma, whose position was too shameful, had placed her hand at her vulva, preventing me from parting her legs. She stopped, letting me pry her legs open, and said helplessly, "He tried."
Then, urgently, "But he didn't succeed."
"Then what's this?" If it weren't for the enemies outside, I wouldn't have been able to suppress my angry shout.
Emma's once smooth, jade-like mound was now adorned with several tiny silver rings on both sides, strung together like shoelaces, sealing my entry.
In my mind, the image of Pablo mocking me flashed before my eyes.
"It had nothing to do with him, I did it myself. After his first failed attempt to rape me, I put the silver ring on myself to protect my virginity."
"It really hurt, it hurt terribly. Much more intensely than when my brother first took me. And because of the injury, Pablo Diaz didn't touch me again until the wedding."
Recalling the situation, Emma's brows furrowed, showing how much pain she was in.
My legs went weak and I knelt down, burying my head in my sister's smooth, alabaster thighs, and said regretfully, "I'm sorry! I'm useless, I couldn't protect you."
I felt guilty not only for my own uselessness but also for the one night I had with Sheila. While I was indulging in debauchery, my sister, to preserve her virginity, didn't hesitate to mutilate herself, her heart devoted only to me.
"Didn't your brother always say that a man doesn't easily shed tears? You don't need to blame yourself, and you don't need to be sad. I decided to do it myself."
Emma gently crossed her legs over my back, stroking my head with her tender hands.
This went on for a while before I could calm down. My penis, which had softened, was reawakened by the intense physical contact with Emma's naked body.
"We're naked, and like this. We have to worry about being discovered. Emma is really timid!"
Emma is usually gentle and obedient to me. But now I realized once again that beneath her gentle exterior, she is surprisingly strong in some ways.
I looked out through the hole. Luckily, no one noticed what we had just done.
As I breathed a sigh of relief, my love for Emma grew, and so did my desire. I reached out and passionately tried to untie the seal on her vulva.
The rope was wet with warm love fluid and very difficult to untie. And inevitably, my fingers would touch Emma's paradise.
"Ah...ah...brother, I'm so embarrassed, it's like a flood has burst forth from my lower body. Don't you think I'm a slutty woman?"
"Brother isn't exactly a gentleman! I love your wanton look, and I'll develop and train you to become even more wanton. But you're only allowed to do this in front of me."
Emma let out moaning sounds, shyly using her slender, beautiful legs to encircle my head before her peach garden. My fingers were performing an enviable, delicate work, and I smelled an intoxicating fragrance.
"Be patient and don't make a sound!" After giving Emma one last warning,
I stood up, cupped her buttocks and slender waist, and thrust my dragon whip directly into my sister's flower cave.
"Ah..."
Like a parched land receiving rain, Emma let out a joyful, wanton cry. Her face flushed, she was both ashamed and excited.
I myself felt a blissful ecstasy, as if my soul had left my body. Emma's flower cave was warm and moist, overflowing with lubricating love juice. I moved in and out of her opening with ease, thrusting in different directions, bringing both of us even greater pleasure.
The fear of being discovered filled Emma with shame and terror; her lower body contracted more and more frequently, and her flower-like opening oozed even more hot love fluid.
"No!" Emma murmured instinctively.
"Do you really want me to stop?"
I asked mockingly, while simultaneously intensifying my movements, attacking Emma until she paled and almost cried out in ecstasy.
"I...I...I..."
Emma, too shy to speak, answered me with her expression.
My own reason told me to finish as soon as possible, but my body wouldn't obey. The only thing I could do was increase the speed of my thrusts. Even
amidst the chaos, I had to keep an eye on the outside world through the hole in the secret chamber. The wedding was reaching its climax; I wasn't worried about being noticed. Besides, we could always escape along the path from here.
"No...no...Emma can't take it anymore..."
My sister suppressed her sobs, letting out a seductive cry, her snow-white skin as alluring as if tinged with the color of peach blossoms.
I was also nearing my limit.
Just now, as I untied the rope, I wrapped it around again and threaded it back on. Now, matching Emma's reaction, I tightened the rope, causing her flower to contract suddenly, further intensifying the pleasure.
"Ahhhhhh...ahhh..."
Breaking through the limits of reason, Emma cried out in unrestrained lust.
And I, too, overflowed and erupted within my sister's body, mixing milk and nectar.
"Ah...uh...ahhh...hoo...haha..."
After the passion subsided, Emma's face flushed a deep rosy hue, and she lay weakly against me.
"Huff...huff..." Even I was exhausted.
Perhaps it was Emma's uncontrollable, seductive moans that finally attracted attention outside. Soon, there was a frantic banging on the door.
Emma, now fully awake, curled up in a ball and cried out in fear, "Brother, what do we do!"
"Fight our way out!" I said arrogantly.
I could only blame my youthful recklessness for this situation. I took off my clothes and draped them over Emma, gripping my spiked club, ready to charge out at any moment.
Just as the door to the storeroom was being pounded on and was about to collapse, and people outside were shouting that no one was home,
everything suddenly stopped. The sounds of fighting and shouting came from outside.
Strange!
My brother and I quietly peeked out through the hole to see what was happening. We went out through the hole and discovered that several gangsters had broken in to search. A commotion broke out in the church hall, but then the situation suddenly changed.
As the guests fled in disarray, several soldiers who had somehow entered the church were clashing with the gang members.
"What do we do... Brother... They'll find us soon. We'd better run! What should we do? I'm so ashamed, and I have no clothes to wear."
I calmed myself down and thought it over. Besides myself, I wondered how many of the eight thousand prisoners had survived and entered the capital. Add to that the internal strife within the Lafranc gang that I had instigated. It would be strange if the capital didn't descend into chaos!
The security forces, led by Marina, would naturally be out searching and suppressing the infiltrators. This
was truly a stroke of luck! I couldn't worry about anything else. I seized the opportunity, grabbed the disheveled Emma, and mingled with the guests as we left the church. Even if we encountered enemies, let them come! I
'd show them the power of my spiked club. Sure enough, once outside, I saw that the once peaceful suburban church area was now filled with soldiers setting up roadblocks, chasing gang members and fugitives, and crowds fleeing in disarray.
The authorities always preferred to arrest innocent people rather than let them go free. In this situation, any young man alone, regardless of right or wrong, would be arrested first. However, thanks to Emma's good fortune, we were able to pass through the checkpoint disguised as an ordinary couple, and then my sister and I found a place to hide in the capital.
The mass escape of prisoners from No Return Island shocked the entire capital, and the massive manhunt lasted for several days. Although I had contacted Elia, we couldn't meet in the tense situation.
Once the situation eased, Pablo Diaz launched a large-scale operation, seizing the various territories within the gang controlled by my supporters. He was incredibly swift; I had no time to react, let alone take any action.
Only after I finally found a hiding place did I begin to gather the prisoners who had successfully escaped and supported me, as well as my father's former subordinates.
Among the many prisoners, only a thousand escaped arrest and were willing to join me. Including my supporters, there were only two thousand people in total.
Comparing the territories and power of both sides, Perbodia had four thousand men, twice as many as I did, and they were far more organized, occupying over 95% of the original gang territory. They also ran various businesses including smuggling, casinos, and brothels.
As for my side, I only had a small remnant force scattered and hidden, avoiding attacks from both government troops and Perbodia. We had neither income nor territory.
However, the situation wasn't hopeless. Most importantly, I had escaped my entangled misfortune, regaining my freedom and gaining two thousand men. Sooner or later, I would carve out a territory for myself in the capital.
Secondly, I was delighted that Rebiru and Moshiai had survived, and Xiao Yi and Nadam had also escaped. While
a reunion after such an ordeal was exciting, the most pressing issue was still money.
Once things settled down, Rebiru, Moshiai, Xiao Yi, and I, along with the half-mad Nadam, would visit Elia's villa in the suburbs.
I told the others to wait outside, and led by a servant, I waited alone in the hall for Elijah.
"Is she already here?" Elijah, wearing a knee-length bathrobe and drying her hair with a towel, came rushing down from the second floor.
I inwardly praised her.
Her firm breasts, exposed by the bathrobe, were smooth as cream, the deep cleavage mysterious, and her fair, smooth thighs were fully exposed, the dark end arousing endless fantasies.
"I'm still hungover, sorry for the commotion," Elijah said with a shy smile, her cheeks flushed.
I couldn't help but feel jealous of Elijah's lover; not only could he keep such a stunning beauty, but even in death, she could be missed, constantly indulging in alcohol to numb herself.
"Where is he?"
"Outside."
I instructed a servant to announce that Little Yi and the others were coming in.
"You…" Seeing Nadam's vacant and delirious state, Elijah stood frozen, motionless.
"You don't have time! Are you injured or sick?" But Nadam seemed to remember something and opened her mouth to speak, but then couldn't remember and looked distressed.
"What's wrong with him?" Elijah said anxiously.
"Is he your godfather? I want to confirm first, because he's mentally unstable, so I don't mistake him for someone else."
"How could this be!" Unable to accept this reality, Elijah's whole body went limp and she sat down on the ground.
Judging from Elijah's words and actions, this mentally unstable man was not her godfather, but he was a very important person to Elijah.
"Sometimes he'll be lucid for a few minutes, but he has no memory and can't remember who he is. He quickly returns to normal?
That's the current situation." I comforted her while helping Elijah up, looking up and down and noticing that her breasts seemed even fuller.
"Settle him in first. Elijah, let me help you upstairs to rest." After instructing the servants, I took the opportunity to be alone with Elijah, who was still smelling of fresh scent after her bath. As soon
as we returned to her boudoir, Elijah reached for the bottle of wine she had placed on the small table by her bedside.
"Stop drinking! Alcohol is bad for your health." I snatched the bottle away from her.
"Give it back!" Regardless of gender, Elijah pressed herself against me, trying to take the bottle back.
I put on a righteous face, pretending to resolutely refuse for her health. Actually, I was enjoying the wonderful feeling of her breasts rubbing against my skin.
"Stop drinking! How long will it take you to sober up?" I smashed the bottle to pieces.
Elijah looked at the shards of the bottle with a regretful and disappointed expression, then lay down on her bed.
"How could you know how I feel! He's dead... dead and no longer by my side, even his last wish... without alcohol, I simply don't want to live."
Elijah, much older than me, collapsed onto the bed and wept bitterly, even as she tried her best to suppress her sobs of grief.
Facing the mature beauty who had helped me escape from my predicament, she was naked under her bathrobe. Seeing her helpless and sad state now, I couldn't abandon her any longer.
I swept Elijah up in my arms and boldly kissed her soft, fragrant lips. The best things to heal the pain of losing a loved one are time, alcohol, and sex.
Like rain after a long drought, my kiss stirred Elijah's primal instincts, simmering beneath her long-suppressed desires. After her initial resistance, she responded passionately to my provocation, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, our tongues intertwining and licking.
We remained separated for a long, long time before finally parting.
A thin, translucent thread still connected their lips. Elijah said, both excited and helpless, "You smell like him."
Fueled by jealousy, my lust flared. I pushed Elijah onto the bed and pulled back her bathrobe, revealing her full, firm, towering, snow-white breasts.
Just as I was about to penetrate her further, Elijah cried out, "Stop!"
Unless one is a hypocrite, no real man in the world would stop at this point, and I was no exception.
"Slap!"
Perhaps the coldness on my chest spurred her rationality; Elijah slapped me hard across the face, her lust vanishing, replaced by clarity and anger.
Elijah was neither my slave nor my enemy, but rather an older sister who had been kind to me. While I could use force, my pride and the code of conduct of a gangster wouldn't allow it. If she wasn't willing, then there was no point.
"I acted impulsively for a moment. Let's both calm down first, and we can discuss other matters at another visit." Feeling hurt by the rejection, I decided to take my leave.
"Don't go!" Elijah called after me as I stepped out of the room.
I didn't stop and continued walking.
Elijah, disregarding her disheveled appearance, chased after me, grabbed my hand, and said, "I was wrong.
I didn't mean to slap him, but I can't betray him, and you can't betray Emma. Let me get dressed before we continue."
Emma? Men can love multiple women at the same time, while women only love one man at a time. I don't think I betrayed Emma, because my love for her has never diminished because of anyone else.
"Okay!"
I went back downstairs to wait for Elijah. Even though the mourning period was over, she was still wearing black mourning clothes as she walked down the stairs.
Black? Emma was mourning her father, and wearing black was only a temporary expression of her grief. Sheila wore black out of personal preference, and Jane wore black to obey her master's orders. Only Elijah's long-term black mourning clothes represented her unwillingness to leave the man of her past. It also meant her rejection of me. If there is any happiness for a woman, it is the love of a man. Whether out of gratitude for Elijah's kindness or my own feelings for her, I want her to let go of the past and accept my pursuit. But for now, it seems I should wait patiently.
Back to the main point. Elijah has been helping me outside of prison. The forged love letters she wrote for me helped me win over Emma, saving me from the death penalty. Inside the prison, she provided information and weapons, allowing me to escape. In return, I rescued her so-called adoptive father.
Therefore, we no longer have any vested interests, but I don't want to end our relationship.
I've learned from my subordinates that Elijah is no ordinary wealthy man's mistress. She's not only intelligent and resourceful but also well-versed in underworld jargon and methods. She's exactly the kind of talent I desperately need right now.
After briefly introducing my men, I said to Elijah, "I'd like to formally invite you to join our gang. You won't need to be on the front lines; you'll just need to offer me some advice and be responsible for gathering intelligence and disguising the money earned from our underworld operations as legitimate transactions."
"Thank you for your kind offer," Elijah replied calmly and without hesitation, clearly anticipating my suggestion.
"Joining the gang means being bound by its rules, which isn't suitable for me!"
Although I wanted to offer more favorable terms, the rules were the foundation of the gang. If one person was allowed unchecked privileges, how could we manage our numerous subordinates?
I looked at Xiao Yi with pleading eyes, because she had more contact with Elijah than I did and should know how to win her over.
But this usually composed and mature young woman was now acting like an ordinary little girl, only concerned with eating the candy on the table.
Seeing my wavering, Elijah smiled slightly and said, "Actually, it's more convenient for me to assist you secretly as a friend than to officially join the gang."

Chapter Five: The Great Plan to Reunify the Gang
"You mean..."
"It's not easy for a woman to support this mansion on her own. It's not like doing business where you don't need to sign contracts. It's enough for you to occasionally help this widow out financially."
"I won't mistreat you!" I said sincerely, holding Elijah's slender hand.
I said with all my heart, "Right now, my priority is to deal with Pablodia and unify the Lafran gang."
"I don't agree with that," Elijah replied leisurely.
She then carefully explained, "Let's set aside the question of whether Shira Kaguru can be trusted. The two major gangs in the capital are the Lafran Gang and the White Whale Gang, each with about five thousand members. Each side has seven or eight medium-sized allies, each with about a thousand members. These two factions account for 25,000 to 30,000 of the capital's 100,000 underworld figures. The rest are numerous but insignificant small gangs averaging a hundred members each, and unaffiliated individuals." "
That's why we need to defeat Pablodia as quickly as possible," Rebiru interjected, a view shared by both of us. We must take down Pablodia before the White Whale Gang gets involved.
"From our perspective, this is certainly the best outcome. But it's not the most likely scenario. Pablodia is no incompetent man, and he's far more powerful and well-equipped than us. I don't think we can deal with him in the short term.
And during your imprisonment, the White Whale Gang launched several probing attacks, each of which Pablodia repelled." Elia calmly analyzed the situation, then changed the subject: "The leader of the White Whale Gang is the 27-year-old heiress Jeline, who replaced her husband as gang leader. You've probably heard many tales of her prowess. Do you think it's easy for a woman to control five thousand men?"
"When we start the civil war, Pablodia will be unable to fight the White Whale Gang alone. The White Whale Gang can choose to pick us off one by one, along with Pablodia. Even if you can put aside your past grudges and temporarily join forces with Pablodia to fight against external enemies, the White Whale Gang can simply stop attacking temporarily. Once the civil war resumes, the White Whale Gang can fight one group at a time until both sides are exhausted, and then wipe us out in one fell swoop. Or the White Whale Gang will let us go and choose to annex and eliminate the allies of the Lafranc Gang one by one. When the civil war ends, we will have to fight against the new White Whale Gang alliance, which has unified most of the underworld and has increased in number to more than 20,000, with only 5,000 men, with the strength of one gang."
This incisive analysis made me break out in a cold sweat, but Rebiru and I already had a brilliant plan to deal with it.
"We already have a solution to this problem," Rebiru said confidently, and then placed a plan on the table for Elia to read.
"The White Whale Gang's weakness is that its leader is a woman. Even if she's incredibly capable and can suppress those who disagree, it only temporarily quells the flames of rebellion. In prison, we've selected several dozen former White Whale Gang prisoners, led by a man named Kirin, to infiltrate the gang and incite dissent. Regardless of the outcome of the White Whale Gang's internal strife, by the time it ends, we'll have already dealt with Perbodia."
Elia shook her head and smiled bitterly after reading Rebiru's plan.
"Don't you think it's appropriate?"
"Rebiru! Rebiru! This is a turf war in the underworld, not a business war, and certainly not an army fighting for territory. Even if your plan succeeds by chance, it won't be effective." "
I'd like to hear more," Rebiru said defiantly.
"First of all, we're too late. We're already at war with Perbodia, and now we're trying to instigate internal strife within the White Whale Gang. And in terms of ability, Kirin is just a clever man; he's no match for Lina. Even if this plan miraculously succeeds, it will fail within three to thirty days."
Looking at her confident expression, I asked, "Aria, do you have a solution?"
"I do have a solution! But it won't be easy," Aria said gravely.
After hearing her plan, I decided to follow it. However, I didn't have the extra resources to deal with the White Whale Gang while simultaneously fighting Perbodia. Aria indicated that although she had only successfully retrieved a portion of my assets, and spent half of it to help me get out of prison, it was still enough to barely attempt a challenge against the White Whale Gang. After entrusting the White Whale Gang matter to Aria, I ended the meeting and moved on to the next step.
My first step was to help Rebiru reclaim his family's wealth from his unfilial son. This matter was handled very simply and efficiently, because while I may lack other things, I have plenty of manpower. Since Rebiru still has some affection for his son, we only placed him under house arrest instead of killing him; he's incredibly lucky.
Surprisingly, Rebiru's son has squandered almost all of his wealth. Rebiru can only lend me 30,000 gold coins for the gang's expenses, and he'll charge interest. Although we're brothers, when it comes to money, the amounts must be kept separate.
Personally, I've temporarily rented a simple bungalow as my residence. I still can't let Emma live the life of a pampered young lady she once did, and I feel a little ashamed about that. However, she herself quite enjoys her current life as a commoner wife.
Next, I called Rebiru, Moshiai, and several high-ranking members to my home for a meeting to discuss future plans. Little Yi, of course, was also present.
After everyone filed in, Mo Shi'ai loudly proclaimed, "Sister-in-law looks beautiful today too! Do you wash your face with the boss's milk every night?"
This guy, so disrespectful, actually dared to joke about my wife. But he's a brother who risked his life to save me several times, so I didn't mind. Most importantly, he knows his limits and only talks the talk.
"Mr. Mo Shi'ai, please don't tease me!" Emma said with a shy, bitter smile.
In comparison, Rebiru was much more mature and composed. He smiled slightly and said, "I bought some beer and brought it up. Please ask the boss's good sister to make some snacks for us."
"Go quickly!" I patted Emma's exquisitely sculpted buttocks; the touch was incredibly bouncy.
"Brother, really, how can you be so disrespectful in front of your subordinates?" Emma turned and walked towards the kitchen in distress, not forgetting to turn back and make a face at me on the way.
After all, she was only fourteen years old.
Watching my sister working in the kitchen in her apron, her gentle and virtuous appearance reminded me of my mother.
The longing for family was fleeting; what came to mind next was a man's dream. Another day, I want Emma naked, wearing only an apron, and the two of us to make love in the kitchen. Thankfully, Xiao Yi deliberately let us have our own private time; she didn't live with us, but rented a room next door and lived alone.
"Mo Shi'ai, what happened to your prosthetic hand?"
"It's amazing, boss! Not only can it punch a hole in a wall, but it's also as flexible as a real hand. It can even feel hot and cold and touch. Magic is truly a masterpiece."
Mo Shi'ai stood up and jumped back and forth, throwing punches like a boxer.
"Of course! Otherwise, why would I spend ten thousand gold coins to make you a magic-powered prosthetic arm?"
Rebiru said. "Ten thousand gold coins, that's a third of our capital. Don't you think it's too much? I think we should wait until we've earned the money before making it."
"You can't say that. Losing a hand is so inconvenient. Besides, he lost his hand because of me, how can I treat him poorly?"
I said very generously, but this prosthetic arm was really too expensive. If it were just for Moshiai, I would listen to Rebiru's opinion.
But currently we are at a disadvantage in the struggle against the Perbodia faction, and morale is unstable, with the possibility of someone defecting at any time. In addition to helping my most loyal and brave brothers regain their fighting strength, this prosthetic arm also serves as a reward. It tells the other subordinates that as long as they have the ability and are willing to pay, the reward will not be small, and morale should be stabilized. There
are quite a few people in my men who can fight, but very few who are good at thinking. It is called a meeting, but it is almost entirely just Rebiru and me talking, while the others can only agree or disagree.
"We only have 20,000 gold coins left, which isn't enough to do anything significant, especially considering we need to pay for the brothers' living expenses. The court won't support starving soldiers!"
"Of course I know that! I'll go find Sheila next and see how much funding she can give me."
"You'd better not trust that woman too much." At this moment
, Xiao Yi muttered to himself, "That woman is no good."
"How could I trust her? Let's just use each other. If I can't get money from her, I have other ways. But it will involve more risks!"
Rebiru considered for a while before saying, "Boss, you said you wanted to build a racetrack! The idea is good, but times have changed, and it's not something our limited resources and power can manage. Last time I gave you some advice on smuggling, casinos, protection money collection, pickpocketing, burglary, kidnapping and extortion, and brothels. Which one are you planning to do? I think it's better not to do them all at the same time. Choose one to do."
"We're short-handed. We need experts in pickpocketing, burglary, and gambling. Smuggling and kidnapping directly confront the government. Collecting protection money requires securing territory first. Brothels are a better option, and it suits my and my brothers' wishes too."
At this point, one of my men, who had been silent like a mute, shouted in agreement. He then went on and on about the advantages of brothels, especially the freedom to choose any girl without paying. Only Xiao Yi glared at us.
"You guys! A girl's youth is limited, especially for those in the sex industry. Without proper care, she ages quickly. Besides, the number of customers a day is limited, so there are absolutely no free girls for you to play with. I can offer you a discount, but you have to pay if you want to do it."
After my loud rebuke, they finally quieted down. I could continue discussing with Rebiru the methods for finding girls, the brothel's decoration, location, customer base, management, and dealing with the government.
Talking about our grand plan for future wealth, I almost forgot the passage of time.
Emma placed the prepared food on the table.
"Why is it all bread? Don't be rude, bring up something better." Emma, for some reason, couldn't appear so poor in front of my men.
"If you intend to live off women lying in bed with their legs spread, then we'll eat bread and drink water from now on," Emma said, lowering her head to avoid my gaze, rubbing her hands together to muster her courage.
"Men do great things; women have no right to speak. Go back to the kitchen!"
I was instantly enraged. Living off prostitutes was hardly honorable. I didn't care much about the matter itself, but the fact that it was Emma who spoke truly stung.
"Brother..." Emma pleaded.
"Can't you hear me?" I shouted angrily, raising my voice.
Two streams of tears flowed down Emma's face as she ran back to the kitchen.
Although I felt both regret and heaviness, I didn't want to lose face in front of my men and try to coax Emma back.
"Boom!" Little Yi, who never let go of her axe, suddenly slammed it down on the table, stunning everyone.
"I'm going to the kitchen to find something good to eat." With that, she gave me one last reproachful look.
Go in and comfort Emma in my place.
Emma's accusations, coupled with Xiao Yi's attitude, left us men utterly humiliated. Rebiru sighed, "If we don't run a brothel, there are other ways."
I raised my voice, "We're not chivalrous heroes, we're ruthless gangsters. If we have any loyalty or love, it's only for our brothers and families. A person who can't bring themselves to slaughter animals can't manage a ranch." "Ignore her
! She's just a young girl with obsessive-compulsive disorder. She doesn't make a living off women. There are plenty of people in the underworld who make a living by killing, and they kill women and children. Compared to her, we're much better!"
The meeting didn't end until midnight. Emma had spoiled everyone's mood, and no one left happy. Xiao Yi only left the kitchen to join the others at this point. During this time, Emma didn't leave the kitchen once more.
The last person to leave was Rebiru, who said in a low voice, "No news yet."
"Hmm! Continue the investigation."
While it's true that you shouldn't doubt those you employ, Elia's mysterious identity and familiarity with the underworld made me wonder if our initial meeting was truly a coincidence. For safety's sake, I entrusted Rebiru with a private investigation. Rebiru's report focused on this very matter.
After everyone had left, I called out, "I was wrong earlier, but as the boss, I can't lack authority."
I apologized as I walked into the kitchen, where I saw a lavish spread of food yet to be served, while Emma stood motionless with her back to me.
"Don't be angry, okay?"
"I'm not angry that you yelled at me, brother. Emma just feels so sad. After all the hardships, I'm finally able to be with the person I love. I think every girl could be like me, but you..."
I gently pressed Emma's shoulders and stroked her neck, saying, "Everyone's fate is different. Some people have bad backgrounds and inevitably end up as prostitutes. It doesn't matter whether I get involved in the brothel business or not."
"Others made mistakes! Are you going to make mistakes too, brother?"
Emma, still angry, pushed my hands away.
Although she felt hurt, she knew that she was the one in the wrong. Helplessly, I continued with my flowery words, saying, "How could I not understand your feelings! Prostitutes are all poor women forced into prostitution by life's hardships, suffering endless exploitation. And because wealth comes easily, they often develop extravagant habits, ultimately dying on the streets."
"That's precisely why I want to do it. Brother won't traffic women, nor will I force them into prostitution. I'll even give them pensions, guaranteeing their stable lives in their later years. I lived in the slums for over ten years and received care from several prostitutes; this is my way of repaying them." I sighed, revealing a look of remembrance and sorrow. "I
'm sorry! I misunderstood you, brother." Hearing my explanation, Emma reverted to her usual submissive self, nestling in my arms. Although she couldn't completely forgive me, at least her anger had subsided.
"As long as you're not angry with me anymore, that's enough." After kissing Emma's chest, I began to grope her, preparing for our intimate encounter, which made Emma laugh through her tears and push me away.
Times have changed! I'm going to create a new gang unlike any other in the old days. While the women trafficked back to their families are relatively safe, there are always problems, even attracting government investigations. The retirement pension was Rebiru's idea; not only will the monthly pay for prostitutes be less, but I can also use the pension to make even more money before they pass away. And if they run away or unfortunately die of illness, I won't even have to pay the pension.
After planning, I immediately set to work, quickly sending men to various places to find girls who voluntarily sold themselves or were sold by their parents, while a small portion were purchased from other brothels. Choosing suitable locations, my gang members started construction, preparing for my grand scheme to make a fortune.
Twenty thousand gold coins weren't enough, so I invited Sheila, along with her pet cow, to visit the brothel construction site, while simultaneously trying to persuade her to invest.
I chose a sunny day. Sheila was dressed in an elegant black silk dress; this dark fairy seemed oblivious to the heat, not sweating a drop under the blazing sun.
Xiao Zhen reverted to her maid attire, holding a parasol for her mistress under the blazing sun. Compared to Shila, she was practically drenched in sweat. Her clothes, soaked through, clung to her body, her curvaceous figure faintly visible. Meanwhile, I secretly exchanged glances with her behind her mistress's back.
Within the territory, my gang worked tirelessly, sweating profusely, and everyone who saw me stopped to call me "Boss." This feeling of immense power and prestige was something I had never experienced in my nineteen years of life, filling me with immense pride.
Looking at the skyscraper rising from the ground, standing tall on the earth, and thinking about the lucrative business to come, truly filled me with joy.
During our conversation, I hinted to Shila whether she had sent soldiers to ambush us at the docks, but she coldly denied it.
I had no evidence, and since it was merely speculation, I decided not to pursue it further for the time being.
"It's sweltering and dusty here, and there are half-naked men covered in sweat everywhere. You don't need to choose a place like this to talk to me."
"Isn't it always like this in No Return Island Prison?"
I shut down Sheila's deliberately difficult words with a single sentence, and then continued, "Once the brothels here are up and running, I'm confident that I'll be rolling in money. With money, I can recruit soldiers and horses. Not to mention defeating Pablodia, it's not impossible for me to dominate the entire underworld of the capital."
"You look quite smug. Making money for you by having women sell their bodies, that's exactly the kind of thing only someone like you would do." "
I learned from Miss Sheila. Compared to the methods you used in prison, I'm merciful to an unbelievable underworld figure."
Rebiru had once advised me not to deliberately oppose Sheila, but since the one I was going to oppose was this black fairy's daughter, I had no choice but to deal with things as they came. With their relationship like this, I really wondered what her reasons and feelings were for funding my actions.
As the two of us were exchanging sarcastic remarks, Xiao Zhen, alarmed, tried to dissuade us, but limited by the wisdom of orcs, despite her face flushing red under the bright sun, she couldn't come up with a solution.
Suddenly, Sheila stopped and gestured for Xiao Zhen to wipe her forehead, which was completely dry. She said, "Last time you successfully escaped from No Return Island, I resigned to take responsibility."
"I've already heard about that."
"I don't like to embarrass myself in front of my father, so I had no choice but to tell him a lie, saying that I let you escape because I thought highly of you. In any case, what I lost to you, I will earn back from you. No Return Island was the Kaguru family's gold mine, but it was destroyed because of you." Sheila, still seething with resentment, bit her red lips tightly with her pearly white teeth.
"You've certainly earned a considerable reputation in the underworld for successfully escaping with eight thousand men. Using that reputation and manpower, along with my funds, I hope you'll do a good job and compensate me for my losses on No Return Island. Otherwise, I'll make sure you suffer a terrible death."
The usually arrogant Sheila, when speaking of her father, became both awe and fearful, finally falling into deep thought.
When she quieted down and stopped her verbal sparring with me, she exuded a different kind of serene and natural beauty. For a moment, she seemed like a different person, leaving me stunned.
"As for the money, I'll give you 100,000 gold coins."
"Thank you so much, Miss Sheila!" I really didn't expect her to accept it so readily.
"As for the interest, I'll be a little stingy with you. According to the usual loan shark rule, it's nine out of ten and thirteen back; I'll give you seven out of ten and thirteen back. In other words, you're effectively lending me 70,000, and you have to repay 130,000 within a year. Are you satisfied with this condition?"
Hey! I should have known better; she wouldn't let me off so easily. But once the money's in my hands, it's mine. How to pay it back? That's a problem for later; I'll worry about it then! Besides, I'm broke right now, so there's no need to refuse.
"No problem! Your choice to lend me money instead of investing is exactly what I want. In less than a year, I can not only recoup my costs but also make several times my initial investment." I boldly declared.
"Hmph! Empty words are useless. I'll wait and see your results. Also, to prevent you from running away, I'll keep Xiao Zhen by your side to keep an eye on you."
"Master, don't you want me anymore?" Upon hearing Xiao Zhen's words, Niu Nu's eyes instantly reddened and tears welled up.
"Who do you think I am? Now that I, Elios, have established a base in the capital, I will definitely make a name for myself and not fail so badly as to smuggle myself away."
"No one can predict the future! I'll give you this ring too. If you need it, just let Xiao Zhen transform. And Xiao Zhen, aren't you the one who loves to plead for this lecherous wolf? Isn't keeping you here exactly what you want?"
After saying that, Sheila took off the ring and threw it to me, then turned away coldly without looking back.
"Master... Master, please forgive me... don't be angry with Xiao Zhen..."
Xiao Zhen scrambled and cried as she chased after Sheila.
"Don't beg such a heartless person! Don't you think you've been bullied enough by her? If you stay by my side, I'll make sure you're well-fed and clothed for life."
I couldn't stand it anymore, so I grabbed Xiao Zhen's soft hand to stop her from chasing after Sheila.
"Did you hurt your knee?"
I helped Xiao Zhen up and brushed the dust off her maid's skirt.
"Thank you, Mr. Elios!" Little Zhen wiped away the tears from her reddened face like a little girl.
My hand patted her tight waist, regretfully not daring to move further up to her full breasts. Little Zhen's ample breasts remained proudly erect, their size undiminished.
"Did Sheila bully you while I was away?" I lovingly handed Little Zhen a handkerchief.
Only after giving it to her did I realize that it was the one Emma had given me to carry. Fortunately, Little Zhen didn't suspect why I would use this lace-covered handkerchief.
"No," Little Zhen said softly, avoiding my gaze.
"Why do you need to hide it for her? I can guess what she would do."
"It's all because Little Zhen is disobedient."
"You little rascal."
I took the opportunity to hug Little Zhen's fragrant shoulders tenderly. Sheila was angry with Little Zhen because she was jealous of me.
I suspected that a large part of Sheila's willingness to sponsor me was because Little Zhen pleaded for her.
What exactly was Sheila thinking in keeping Little Zhen around?
The thoughts of a noblewoman are as unpredictable as the weather. The only thing I'm certain of is that she doesn't dislike Zhen. I don't believe she would give away something she doesn't want so easily.
Anyway! After receiving money from Sheila, I became much wealthier.
Although I didn't dare move to a mansion, I could provide Emma with a lifestyle comparable to that of a lower-ranking noble. I also found a place to settle Zhen, keeping her as a mistress. This matter could be kept from Emma, but not from Yi, and thankfully she didn't say much.
Besides having a beautiful wife at home, I also had large cups of wine and large pieces of meat at every meal, traveled by carriage, and wore clothes hand-tailored by the best tailors. This kind of life was more carefree than that of a god, except that as a wanted criminal, I had to wear a silver mask in public.
During the construction of the brothel, I also mobilized manpower and personally attacked the territory of Pablodia with Yi and Moshiai.
Although we had the advantage of being in the open while the enemy was in the shadows, making us almost invincible, Perbodia's counterattack was by no means weak. Every territory was gained and lost in a flash. Of the territory my father left behind, I've reclaimed less than a tenth. And his estate, according to my informant within Perbodia, aside from a portion that Elijah managed to recover, has been entirely embezzled by him, though he used half of it to bribe officials and alter documents.
Emma rarely goes out to avoid gossip. Even when she does, she's always protected by my men. Therefore, while I have my beloved wife at home, I always take Little Zhen with me when I go out to work.
With my masculine charm, financial offensive, and treating her as an equal, making her feel elevated, I believe winning Little Zhen's heart is only a matter of time.
I'm very much looking forward to uncovering the incredibly wanton side of Little Zhen, honed by Sheila, beneath her reserved exterior.
The brothel I want to build isn't a single building. Instead, they converted a narrow alley into a food street, ostensibly selling food, but actually selling women's bodies.
While the ground floor was completed, construction on the second floor continued.
Naturally, I wanted to see the finished result of the first floor renovation with Xiao Zhen, and if possible, try out the facilities that evening.
"Doesn't it look like a nobleman's residence?"
I looked at the interior. The lighting was slightly dim, and the floors, tables, and chairs were all made of the finest materials, with excellent design. It created a magnificent and luxurious environment; the place was not only spacious, but even the sofas were soft and comfortable.
"It feels a bit like Kaguru's house, but it's a bit cramped, the lighting is a bit insufficient, and the environment seems a little lacking."
I was quite displeased with Xiao Zhen's comments. However, this was ultimately just a brothel imitating a nobleman's residence; it could never compare to a real nobleman.
Although I provided Xiao Zhen with many elegant and fashionable clothes, she stubbornly resisted the change, still wearing her maid outfit. According to her, Sheila sent her to spy on me; perhaps her master only wanted her to leave temporarily.
Since I planned to take Little Zhen right there and then, I inevitably had to use some methods. I ordered my men to prepare a fruit wine for us that wasn't too spicy, more like fruit juice, but with a very high alcohol content.
While listening to Little Zhen complain about how Sheila mistreated her and her pitiful fate, I got her half-drunk, preparing to feign madness and commit my crime under the influence of alcohol.
When the beauty was half-drunk and leaning against me, I saw that the time was right and said, "Little Zhen, why don't you stay by my side forever?"
"But I still can't abandon Master Sheila."
"Then do you like me more, or do you like your master more?"
"I like both my master and Mr. Elios." This greedy cow girl who's two-timing.
Since that's the case, I won't be polite.
"If you like both of them, then I want to hug you like Sheila does."
I looked deeply into the little cow's clear, sapphire-blue eyes and impulsively kissed her innocent face.

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