[Playing with fire will get you burned] 2

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The underground cell was filled with the stench of debauchery. Unlike the other cells, this was a private one. Upon opening
the door, a foul odor filled the air—a mixture of male and female semen.
The girl lay on the floor, covered in the stench of filth, yet she
didn't appear dirty at all. Her skin was soft and smooth, snow-white as jade, radiating a
beauty that ordinary girls couldn't possess.
It was a beauty that even defilement couldn't conceal.
She lay there, her slender body exposed, her hands bound behind her back,
a collar around her neck—a look both pitiful and beautiful. Hearing someone enter, the girl looked towards the cell door. Even after
suffering such humiliation, the empire's most beautiful woman still retained a sense of pride and defiance in her eyes. Only her hair,
once a bright red, slowly faded.
"Hmph, looks like you had a tough time yesterday, Ruby.
How did it feel serving so many prisoners all night?" The nobleman Alain approached.
Miscara glanced at him, the limp girl giving him a hateful look before lowering her eyelids.
"Terrible, you devil," Miscara replied weakly. "What happened today?"
"Oh, I'm satisfied to see you so energetic. You're working hard for your men."
The nobleman finished speaking and pushed in a servant-like figure. "This is your new master. He
will arrange your daily life from now on."
Miscara turned her gaze to the man. He was dressed only in linen clothes, about forty years old, and
looked to be of East Asian appearance. His cheeks were thin, and his face was covered with stubble, clearly unwashed in a long time. He appeared
to be a servant somewhere.
"This man's name is Tang Yu. Well, it's a rather difficult name for me to pronounce, but it should feel familiar to you,
right?" Alain said with a smile. "After all, you're from the same hometown."
"What are you trying to say?" Miscara asked warily.
"He used to be a servant in a brothel in the city, the kind of person you consider an ant. But
you burned down the brothel, so he became a homeless person. Recently, after hearing that you were with me
, he came crying to me... Well, actually, you two are..."
Before Aland could finish speaking, the man named Tang Yu rushed up and pushed Misella against the wall:
"You, you are Miss Murong? It really is Miss Murong!"
"I, I don't know you, get away from me, ah!" Misella was also frightened by the man's crazy behavior. She
didn't recognize him, but in his eyes was the joy of finally finding her ideal person after searching for most of her life.
"Indeed, you look just like your mother, no, you are even more beautiful than your mother." With her hands tied behind her back
, the girl couldn't resist. The man pushed Misella against the wall, reached out and groped her body, and even leaned in to smell her.
"That's right, your mother smells the same way. Except for the color of your hair, you two are
so alike." The man roughly ruffled Misella's hair.
"You, do you know my mother? Who are you?" Misella endured the man's fondling and asked him.
"Of course I know her. She's the young lady of the Murong family. Even we servants know her. She's so noble and beautiful.
Well, when I was young, I wanted to hold her in my arms." The man said, while hugging Misella tightly, almost
as if he wanted to lick her.
"Now you have that chance." Aland, standing at the door, said with a smile.
"Ah, yes, thank you, sir, thank you, sir." After thanking his master like a servant, the man
turned to Misella, "Miss Murong, from now on, I am your master. Call me, master..."
"I will never... Ah, ah!!" Misella instinctively felt fear, that nightmarish sense of control
resurfaced. Blood Egg, the girl found this thing in the man's hand. Her eyes widened, almost in disbelief
.
"Master, Master," Misella said reluctantly, under the control of the Blood Egg.
"Yes, yes, I am your master." The man laughed happily. "I never thought I
would have the chance to be Miss Murong's master in this lifetime. How wonderful! Hahahaha. That self-proclaimed chivalrous
Murong heroine actually calls me master, hahahaha."
"Are you referring to my mother?" Misella had no recollection of her having any chivalrous past.
"That's right. Miss Murong was our goddess. Back then, she was so beautiful, radiant, and chivalrous,
and then she destroyed my brothel. Humph, it's just a brothel, right? Murong heroine actually couldn't stand us. When we were down on
our luck on the streets, I wanted to ride that self-righteous Murong heroine and fuck her hard." After saying that,
the man activated the Blood Egg again.
Misella gritted her teeth, resisting the control, but her body was still under the powerful force, and she pressed herself against
the man in front of her, swaying her body towards him.
"Well, you and your mother are really alike. More than ten years later, you burned down his new brothel,
leaving him homeless again. Do you think he'll hate you?" Alain seemed quite interested as he watched his
servant pin his former goddess to the ground. Tang Yu pulled out his penis, forcefully parted Misella's legs, and entered
the girl's body.
"Ah, Miss Murong, this is Miss Murong's pussy, haha, so soft. I knew it was
a masterpiece." Tang Yu hugged Misella from behind, using the power of the Blood Egg to make Misella actively respond to his movements
. Misella also leaned her body against the man's chest, her legs wrapped around his waist, receiving the man's entry
.
"Ha, ha, so, so good, Miss Murong is so amazing." The man lewdly laughed as he forcefully
thrust into Misella's honey hole, each thrust like a battering ram, penetrating deep inside, causing the girl's delicate
body to tremble and involuntarily let out moans.
Watching the man and woman making love in the cell, Arland walked out with satisfaction, the man's roar
and Misella's moans echoing behind him. The master-slave relationship between this servant, whom he wouldn't have even glanced at, and the empire's most beautiful girl
was going to be quite interesting.
"My lord, there is something I must report to you." He hadn't gone far when his subordinate approached.
"What is it?" Aland stopped.
"Regarding the women of the Blazing Knights we've been holding, another one was rescued yesterday," the subordinate
said.
Aland stopped, glancing at Misella in the distance, still having sex with her servant. That girl was willing to
endure all this for her men. Having lost her honor, family, and status, her only
motivation now was her men… He absolutely couldn't let her know these things.
Inside the cell, Tang Yu was flipping Misella upside down, head to the ground, lower body upwards, legs
draped over his shoulders. With her hands bound behind her back, Misella couldn't maintain her balance, only able to tightly
hook her long, beautiful legs around the man's neck. Hanging upside down, her mouth held the man's penis; although her expression was one of utter
disgust, her body obediently continued to suck on it.
"Wow, this is amazing! I never dreamed I could play with Miss Murong like this! Ha, Miss Murong
!" The man chuckled maniacally, reaching out to look at the plump buttocks before him. Tang Yu slapped the snow-white flesh,
watching the beautiful flesh sway with each slap. Then he brought his face close to Misella's still-dripping vulva
, and pervertedly stuck out his tongue to lick and suck.
His former goddess was right before him, even more beautiful and younger than before. Most importantly, no matter how he played with her,
she couldn't resist. With that defiant expression, her body obediently performed all sorts of shameful acts. For
this man, this was his lifelong dream.
...
The next day, Tang Yu took Misella to the street. As her master, he still had the right to decide Misella's
attire. However, today Misella wasn't wearing any clothes. Almost as before, she was completely naked, except for
high heels on her feet, and a ruby was placed on the ring around her clitoris as a form of humiliation. Her beautiful body was only bound by
a few gold chains, tied to her wrists and chest, with chains on her thighs connecting to her vulva, used to forcibly separate
Misella's labia, exposing the Empire's most beautiful girl to all. However, it wasn't just about
looking.
"Come on, hold her down!" Several large men pressed Misella down onto the table, her buttocks raised high. Tang
Yu stood behind Misella, separating her labia and shaving her pubic hair bit by bit with a razor. Due to
too much intensive sexual intercourse, Misella's pubic hair was already very sparse, but it still affected the effect of the labia print,
so many people suggested shaving it.
The shaving process was very slow; Tang Yu was almost using the attitude of an art form to slowly trim Misella
's pubic hair. The dignified Misella could only lie on the table, enduring humiliation like a lamb to the slaughter. Under
everyone's gaze, her labia were separated, and her pubic hair was shaved bit by bit with a razor. All the girl could do was grit her teeth and
slowly endure it.
"Wait a minute, this is so boring." Suddenly, someone stood up, holding coins, and walked up to Tang Yu
. "Get out of the way, leave me a hair. I want to use it as an amulet! This is the pubic hair of the Empire's number one beauty!
It's such a waste to shave it off like this." After
the man finished speaking, it was as if a door had opened, and the others also shouted, all demanding to
pluck the hair themselves, using Misella's pubic hair as an amulet.
"You, are you all crazy?" Looking at the man who was as crazy as a beast, Misella tried to struggle in fear,
but was pressed down on the table. Aland, who was standing to the side, had to have his soldiers maintain order. In the end, it was decided
that the audience would pay to pluck Misella's hair. Thus, public shaving turned into public hair plucking.
The first man was a burly man who looked like a farmer. He walked
behind Misella with a lewd grin, first pinching the girl's plump buttocks a few times with his hand, and Misella groaned in pain. Then
he sat down on Misella, almost breaking her back. After playing with
the girl's buttocks a few more times, the man parted her labia, grabbed a longer pubic hair with his fingers, and pulled it out sharply
. Misella screamed in pain. The man laughed and stood up from Misella, displaying the
plucked pubic hair high in the air for everyone to see, and the audience cheered and laughed.
The second man, a more effeminate one, squatted behind Misella, caressing
her buttocks as if she were a lover, then slowly inserted his slender fingers into her vulva. This
delicate caress aroused the girl's desire.
"Look, shameless, you're already aroused?" Misella, whose body had been aroused, couldn't
resist the carnal pleasure and instinctively twisted her buttocks, her juices flowing.
"No, don't touch me like that, please." The girl gritted her teeth, her lower body moving uncontrollably,
sensually writhing her hips in public, as if in heat. Then, while Myrcella's lower body was still immersed in lust
, a sharp pain suddenly struck, accompanied by pleasure, causing her to ejaculate vaginal fluid
. At the same time, her pubic hair was plucked and placed in the man's hand.
The audience cheered even louder. People crowded around, eager to try. However,
an unexpected incident occurred. Around the time the seventh person was plucking her hair, the nobles stepped forward, using their priority
to pluck all of Myrcella's hair before the commoners could, to use as amulets.
This continued for a long time. When the crowd dispersed, Myrcella's lower body was a mess, her bare
mons pubis exposed to everyone's view. Unlike shaving, plucking fundamentally prevented
the growth of pubic hair, ensuring Myrcella's lower body would forever remain a smooth, white tiger.
"We, we want some too!!" Those who hadn't had a chance to have their hair plucked jumped up, seeing Myrcella's bare bottom
. As Arland and his men hesitated, a man rushed over and pointed at Myrcella's
armpit.
"Here, the hair here will do!" This immediately drew cheers from the crowd.
"You, you're all insane!" Myrcella slumped desperately onto the stone table, looking at the crazed men.
She couldn't understand what made these men act like beasts. The first man to pay...
Jumping onto the stone table, they used tweezers to pluck out Misella's already sparse underarm hair, then a second, a third
, until Misella's armpits, like her genitals, were completely hairless.
Because the extra plucking took so long, the actual auction didn't begin until the afternoon. As
a public prostitute, Misella accepted commissions and requests from residents every week, signing contracts,
which Tang Yu would then arrange the work for the following day.
"Come on, press down!" The contract was, of course, signed with Misella's labia or nipple imprints.
Misella's buttocks were pressed down by men on both sides; overwhelmed by shame, the girl instinctively struggled, only making the
signing scene more lewd.
Tang Yu read the contract aloud while Misella was pressed down, her buttocks or nipples imprinted
as proof of her shame.
"Client: Single Hans, Contract Content: To satisfy the physiological needs of a middle-aged single man." After reading this
, Myrcella was pressed down on the stone table, her beautiful buttocks raised, and then pressed heavily onto the contract.
To ensure a clear imprint, the man beside her continued to press her fleshy buttocks against the contract
until the seal was completely imprinted.
"Client: Wealthy James, Contract Content: To work as a maid in my house for half a day." Tang Yu finished reading,
this time using a breast imprint, but Myrcella voluntarily bent down, imprinting her
breast on the humiliating contract as proof.
"Client: Merchant Hugar, Contract Content: To provide physiological guidance as a son for half a day." Myrcella
turned her head; it was a young boy, but the look in his eyes was like that of a teenager in puberty
.
"Client: Filial Hank, Contract: Provide sexual comfort to the elderly father at home." The old man
, sitting in a sedan chair beside her, leered at Misella's healthy body.
"Client: Bondage fanatic, Contract: Provide a morning service as a bondage model."
"Client: Dog lover Harwick, Contract: Provide an afternoon service as a beautiful dog."
"Client: Painter Lagar, Contract: Provide erotic inspiration as a nude model." He
was an artist working in an underground brothel, and he needed a erotic model.
"Client: Brothel owner Tus, Contract: Work for a day at the brothel as a means to attract customers
." And so on. In less than half a day, a large number of work orders had covered the stone table, with various
requests written on them, and each stamped with a different part of Misella's body. For
Misella, the city's public prostitute, life had just begun.
...
"Hans, I brought the prostitute you wanted." During the day, Tang Yu brought Misella, dressed in revealing brothel attire,
to the client's room.
"Oh, thank you for coming." The man looked at the beautiful girl before him. Misella
, blushing with shame because of her identity, stood there awkwardly. "But, won't this cause any problems?"
"Don't worry, she has nowhere to escape. But just in case, please take this with you." As he spoke,
Tang Yu placed the Blood Egg in the hand of the man named Hans. "With this, you can make her do anything."
After saying that, he pushed Misella into the man's room. He didn't return until noon, only to find
Misella covered in semen, slumped on the table, her eyes exhausted.
"Hmph, looks like she's been thoroughly played with all morning." Tang Yu looked at Misella's weak expression
with great satisfaction. "Quick, find a place to wash yourself clean. You're going to another place for home services this afternoon." And so, the days of the ruby born from the Empire's fire 　　began
in the golden brick city of Kurami as a public prostitute . 　　... 　　Several days later. 　　Night fell, darkness gradually descending upon the land, but for Kurami, perhaps this was just 　　the beginning of renewed vitality. The once ancient capital, reduced to a lawless city by fire, its former prosperity gone forever. 　　Now, for Kurami, darkness was the time for those lurking in the shadows to emerge. The 　　city was devoid of patrolling guards, only thieves, prostitutes, and drug addicts remained; an atmosphere of decadence and numbness enveloped 　　the city. 　　A naked red-haired girl walked through the slums. 　　She was utterly exhausted; the brutal torture she had just endured had drained her of all her strength. Every joint in her body 　　throbbed with pain, and even her legs trembled uncontrollably as she walked. Then, she 　　collapsed to the ground, unable to support herself any longer. 　　Passersby mocked the red-haired girl, now resembling a prostitute; no one would ever imagine that she had once been 　　the most famous ruby in the empire. 　　At that moment, a slender figure appeared beside Misella. 　　"Miss, Miss, are you alright?" The voice was incredibly familiar, bringing Misella back to reality. She opened 　　her eyes, and the figure before her seemed to be her former maid, Qingluan… 　　Since that incident, Misella hadn't heard from her maid. 　　"Miss, you must hold on. It's me, it's Qingluan." The maid's voice made Misella realize that 　　what she was seeing wasn't an illusion. 　　"Why are you here…" Misella asked weakly. "I looked for you before, but I couldn't find 　　you…" 　　"It was Young Master Zhao, Young Master Zhao saved me." Qingluan said softly, "Miss, you must hold on. 　　Young Master Zhao is trying to rescue you, and the rest of the Blazing Knights."

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