[Playing with fire will get you burned] 6

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I've been rushing the pace lately, and some plot points, especially details, aren't quite clear. I'll make sure
to catch up in the next six chapters, so please don't worry. Also, almost everyone's guesses about the plot were wrong!
The fire in the Kurami slums raged for a whole day, like a vengeful flame, rapidly engulfing
everything around it. Screams of agony echoed throughout the city. However, when the firefighting efforts began, people
discovered that this fire was unlike any other. Neither water, nor dust, nor other conventional firefighting
tools could extinguish it. People could only watch helplessly as the flames completely consumed this filthy area of Kurami
. But at the same time, the fire didn't spread; it only burned
the area centered on the source of the fire, and ultimately didn't spread further. When the fire finally died down, people
found the only survivor among the charred corpses and rubble: the red-haired Mysera collapsed to the ground. The fire hadn't harmed her at all
; in fact, it had miraculously healed the parts of her body that had been severely abused.
"Hmph, a fiery constitution, magical flames... indeed, Mysera, you are a special person."
In the noble mansion, the silver-masked man gazed at the area ravaged by flames.
"What exactly was that? I've heard that firefighters couldn't extinguish it no matter what they tried." The nobleman, Arland,
stood beside the man, the middle-aged man with his hands behind his back looking somewhat nervous. "That's definitely not ordinary fire.
I've never seen a fire that can't be extinguished."
"Ordinary fire is of course like that, but what if it's dragon flame?" The silver-masked man turned his head, as if he had
expected it.
"You mean, the kind of flames a dragon breathes?" Arland took a step back, wiping the sweat from his brow. "But
Myrcella is just a human. Why would she trigger a dragon's breath? And what about the Stag family...? No, I
don't recall anyone in the Stag family's history using dragonfire, nor do they have dragon blood. Although the Duchy does have
dragon knights..."
"Don't compare ordinary dragons to giant dragons, Arland. You should have seen it yourself. That kind of dragonfire is not
something a winged dragon or flying dragon can breathe; it's real, true dragon fire. Dragonfire is
a form of magic, which is why conventional methods can't extinguish it," Silver Mask explained.
"But why is it that the Stag family practices interracial marriage? Although their bloodline is mixed, some members of their family
actually possess dragon blood..."
"Dragon blood is rare, but not impossible. Although the dragons have left Orusis,
a very small number of dragons still remain on this land, so there are humans who have inherited dragon blood."
Silver Mask explained, "In our Black Goat Duchy's northern kingdom of Nelfa, the second princess, Luna, is said
to be a descendant of dragon blood."
"The second princess of the kingdom, Luna, is actually dragon blood?" Arland paused, "Although I heard Luna was an illegitimate
child, it's still surprising."
"That has nothing to do with us, but descendants of dragon blood do exist. However, descendants of mixed dragon blood cannot
use dragon language magic." Silver Mask gazed into the distance, "Hmph, that's right, that's forbidden dragon language magic
. Mysera indeed hides a huge secret."
The nobleman Arland remained silent.
...
Three days after the fire, a sadistic orgy was taking place in the underground entertainment area of a noble brothel
.
Misella was bound inside a roughly half-person-high, bathtub-like contraption. She was lying face down at
the bottom, her hands cuffed together, unable to move. This bathtub-like device was actually divided into two
parts. Misella lay face down from the waist up at the bottom, but the bottom was actually quite high, about
the height a standing man could reach by the lower half. Her lower body was separated on the other side. That side was an empty
frame, leaving Misella's exposed lower body hanging in mid-air, at a height
that allowed the men easy access to her vagina.
For the past three days, the girl, whose body had not fully recovered, had been locked in this bathtub-like
contraption, lying face down at the half-person-high bottom, her lower body constantly subjected to gang rape.
Every day, countless penises entered and exited her body. Misella couldn't lift her head, so she couldn't see who
was violating her; she only felt the constant penetration, thrusting, orgasm, and ejaculation. Then came enemas,
followed by more penetration, thrusting, orgasm, ejaculation—gang rape accompanied by the jeers of the men.
Her modified body brought extreme pleasure with every thrust, making her feel
like a carnal machine. No matter how much Misella tried to suppress her sensations, reason was like a floating leaf in the ocean,
swept away by the pleasure, reaching orgasm after orgasm amidst the jeers.
For three days, she barely ate anything, consuming only men's semen. Without water, the forced
infusion of semen left her throat parched, her mouth filled with a stench of lust. At this point, Misella was completely
a machine for sexual release. But the girl still didn't understand why they had deliberately made her this way.
"Haha, as expected of the Grand Duke's daughter, she's different. She's so tight no matter what." At this moment,
a man stood behind Misella, his hands gripping the girl's exposed buttocks, thrusting into her from behind.
Each rough movement drove his penis deep into Misella's honeypot, until his lower body slammed against her buttocks,
while simultaneously slapping her buttocks, pounding her beautiful buttocks.
"Ah, ah, again, it's in again." Misella lay on the other side, trying to suppress the pleasure through gritted teeth.
However, her already extremely sensitive body was overwhelmed by the pleasure of each sexual intercourse, like waves crashing against her
rationality. Tears streamed down Misella's face as she gritted her teeth, enduring the man's onslaught, almost unable to control herself.
"Impressive, truly impressive, so tight, ha, hahaha." The man
pounded into Misella's honeypot from behind like a battering ram. Unlike ordinary prostitutes, Misella's vagina was not only extremely tight, but also had a
burning sensation. This moderate burning sensation enveloped the entering glans, bringing a melting pleasure. Each entry into
the narrow flesh walls produced immense sexual pleasure.
The man frantically entered Misella's body. With a roar, he lifted Misella's legs and forcefully
pulled them apart, spinning her around.
"Ah!!" Misella screamed as she was turned face up. Only then
did she open her eyes and see everything before her. She was like a toy, stared at by countless people. There were men
and women, all richly dressed. But everyone looked at her with lustful, contemptuous eyes,
as if she deserved her fate.
"Look at that expression, Misella. You bitch, you're causing us trouble even in this state." A
man sipped his tea, looking at her.
"You've caused us a lot of trouble. Even though it's a slum, it's not good if the fire reaches here
." An elderly nobleman said coldly.
"You incorrigible bitch, you'll pay for your sins with your body." A fat middle-aged
man poured his tea on Misella's face. The girl closed her eyes as hot water was poured onto her face, but she
didn't really understand what those people meant. What fire? Misella's last memory was of Arugao revealing his true
intentions. Her heart, already constantly betrayed, was dealt another heavy blow. She only felt a
surge of frenzied, aggressive emotion, and then she remembered nothing more.
The man behind her began to thrust again, his speed increasing and his movements becoming more brutal. His forceful
penetration also pulled Misella's upper body, which was trapped on the other side, up and down. The girl helplessly endured the man's rape.
Her brain, which had just calmed down, was once again dominated by pleasure, a pleasure she couldn't refuse. Misella
lay there dazed, her body pushed up and down by the man's movements, her full breasts
swaying back and forth.
"Ah, ah, it's coming again, ah, ahhhhhh!!!" With the man's roar, Misella
reached orgasm. This was the umpteenth time she had orgasmed. Her body was exhausted, but the pleasure lingered in her mind
. Her expression during climax was witnessed by everyone around her.
After the man finished, he pulled out his penis and casually made Misella lie face down again. At this
moment, Alain walked over.
"How have you been these past three days? Ah, you stink, what a stinky, cheap bitch." Alain pinched
his nose. "Looks like you enjoyed being fucked."
"You!" Misella used her last bit of strength to lift her head, her hands clenched tightly. "Let me go!"
Even so, her body was still convulsing after the orgasm, and the girl's resistance seemed so powerless.
Everyone around laughed. Misella also slumped her head down helplessly, and weak tears streamed down her face.
"A fine expression indeed. Pay for your deeds, you demons of the burning city." Arland
clapped his hands. "We've been preparing for three days, and we're finally ready."
"Huh?" Misella looked up and saw several men carrying large barrels.
What was poured out of those barrels was a mixture of semen and urine, reeking of filth. "What, what is this?" Even Misella couldn't help but feel frightened. 　　The amount of semen and urine
poured from the barrels was unusual; they poured out one barrel after another. Just by smelling it 　　, one could tell that the semen and urine had been sitting for a long time, even smelling sour. It contained hair and other 　　filth, and even the surrounding nobles covered their noses and backed away. 　　"You already know without asking, it's all men's semen and urine. Collecting this must have taken 　　quite a bit of time, Miss Misella," Arland continued. 　　"What...what is this?" Even Myrcella felt goosebumps all over; she had never 　　seen anything like it. A large amount of semen and urine, mixed together, was being poured into the large vat containing her upper body, already reaching 　　her elbows and slowly rising. 　　"No, don't pour any more in! No, no!" Myrcella tried to support herself with her hands, but 　　her hands were firmly locked, preventing her from lifting her body. She could only tilt her head back, but the semen continued to rise, slowly reaching her 　　neck. Her whole body felt as if it were stuck in this disgusting, viscous liquid; the constant flow of the foul-smelling liquid made Myrcella 　　feel nauseous. 　　"Hahaha, even a fiery demon begs for mercy?" Arland laughed. "But we can't 　　let you off so easily. Just imagine, the Empire's ruby drowning in a brothel bathtub—isn't that 　　the Empire's biggest joke? The Duchy of the Stag is probably going to be disgraced." 　　"No, don't do this! Make them stop! Waaah, waaah!!!" The water level rose higher and higher, reaching 　　below her lips. Every time Misella opened her mouth, semen flowed in, making her nauseous. To avoid drowning, Misella 　　stretched her neck to the limit, but the water level quickly followed. 　　"Stopping is impossible. If you don't want to drown, you'd better try harder." Arland lewdly grinned. 　　"Try harder?" 　　"That's so unwise. To avoid drowning, of course, you have to drink all this semen with your mouth." 　　After saying that, everyone burst into laughter. 　　"This, this is impossible! Waaah!!!!" Before Misella could finish speaking, the semen had risen to 　　the height of her mouth. Stubborn Misella initially tried to keep her mouth tightly shut, but with each breath, large amounts of semen still 　　flowed into it. The nauseating feeling made Misella want to die, so she began to vomit, the semen rising from her stomach and 　　creating a bubble in the pool of semen. 　　"This is impossible, don't struggle in vain," Arland explained. "If you don't 　　drink it, you'll really drown." 　　Sure enough, she persisted for a while, until the semen reached Misella's nostrils, before she gave up struggling. 　　She began to gulp down the semen, and you could see that Misella was constantly inhaling semen in order to survive. Although she 　　had tasted countless men's semen before, those were all fresh and thin. But this was thick and 　　full of a sour smell, and with each gulp, a large amount of men's hair, foot skin, and other filth would flow 　　into her mouth along with the semen. 　　"Look, she's really drinking it, even that hair and stuff, hahahahaha," the nobleman 　　laughed loudly.

"How lewd! She's actually drinking semen like that, such a stinky thing!" The woman covered her nose and laughed.
Suddenly, Misella's eyes rolled back; she was so disgusted that she vomited up the semen in her stomach,
causing bubbles in front of her face. But then, Misella began to inhale the semen again. But no matter how hard she tried, the water
level kept rising above her eyes, leaving only a small portion above her head.
The nobles watched, enjoying the pathetic state of the demon who had burned the city. The constantly rising bubbles
indicated that Misella was still trying, but in reality, she simply couldn't drink that much semen;
this was the limit of what a human could do. Completely submerged in semen, Misella could no longer breathe.
"Hahaha, look, look, she's still drinking!" The man pointed to the bubbles rising in the vat,
proof of Misella's dying struggle. A large amount of semen had entered her stomach; she had reached her limit, but the girl was still trying.
Only the bubbles were decreasing, representing the fading of her life force.
But the perverted nobles remained standing, watching Miscella's final moments.
"Holding on for several minutes? Her stomach's full of semen now, looks like it's almost over." Amidst
the men's laughter, the bubbles representing Miscella's life dwindled until a drowning sound rang out—
proof that the semen in her stomach had flowed back up. After that, no more bubbles rose.
There was no more movement within the semen.
...
Two days later, Miscella was still locked in the vat. Although the perverted
men had pulled her out at her last moments, this didn't mean they were ready to let go of this sworn enemy in the nobles' eyes.
For the next two days, Miscella was almost constantly in this hellish state of semen suffocation. The semen and
urine in the vat were always at a level just high enough to choke her. To survive, Miscella could only continuously
drink the foul-smelling semen, only getting a brief respite before the perverted men would add more urine
and semen, forcing the girl to continue drinking these liquids.
While enjoying the sight of their enemies struggling in the hell of semen, the men hadn't forgotten to revel in Myrcella
's body. At that moment, a nobleman stood on Myrcella's exposed lower body, his hands gripping
her thighs, his penis thrusting deep into her vagina. Myrcella, painfully swallowing semen, was also forced
to endure the impact on her lower body. The man's movements were extremely brutal, pulling at Myrcella's body and
shaking her head back and forth, the spray of semen and urine rushing into her nose and eyes, causing her excruciating pain.
"Ah, even like this, she's still so tight. You're a born prostitute," the nobleman
cursed as he fucked Myrcella from behind. He had once been a wealthy jeweler in Kurami, but all his businesses
had been destroyed in a fire in Myrcella's village, so he deeply hated the girl before him.
"My business was doing so well, ha, ha, you bitch, and suddenly a
fire broke out, haha!!" The man cursed as he fucked Myrcella. "Ha, you burned everything down! I
don't care what your reasons are, I only know you burned my business, leaving me with nothing. Today, I'm going to fuck
you to death!!"
The man, his lust raging, gripped Myrcella's thighs tightly with both hands and
flipped her over, face up at the bottom of the tub. This was terrible for the girl in the tub. Myrcella
could barely breathe by lifting her head, but now, flipped over, her head submerged in the urine
, she couldn't get it above the surface no matter how hard she tried. What drove the girl even more insane was that the man continued
to pound into her from behind. She was nearly choking on her own urine while being raped, this extreme
cruelty plunged Misella into a double state of confusion. Even after the man ejaculated, Misella was still in danger.
Like a goldfish, she gulped down urine, finally managing to keep her mouth and nose above
the surface.
At that moment, Misella saw the figure of the man she least wanted to see: Zhao Yuyang stood there,
looking at the humiliated girl in the vat with utter contempt.
"Long time no see, Misella, or as I would call you, Murong Xi. I never imagined we'd meet like this
." Zhao Yuyang looked at her; before, he had looked at Misella as if she were a goddess, but now his
expression was one of utter disillusionment at being abandoned by his own fantasies.
Misella looked helplessly at the man before her; she had no strength left to fight back.
"Do you know, Miss Murong, I used to be very fond of you, hopelessly so," Zhao Yuyang
said calmly. "From the first moment I saw you, I felt you were like a female knight-errant, upholding justice and radiating
righteousness. You are the union of the Duke of Xionglu and the Murong family; your status is incredibly noble, and you are also exceptionally outstanding.
Your numerous military achievements are as dazzling as the sun. Do you know how much I admired you?"
"I am a man of high self-esteem. In this foreign land, to develop our Zhao Clan Merchant Guild to its current
state is no easy feat, but I did it. Even in the Duchy of Xionglu,
countless women wanted to marry me, not only from our borderlands but also from the Empire, and even many
nobles from the Empire. However, in my eyes, all those women combined are not as good as you, Murong Xi. Every smile and gesture of yours is so
captivating, like a proud phoenix, making me look up to you, yet I dare not touch you."
Zhao Yuyang looked at Misella now and sighed.
"So, back then, I was truly willing to follow you, because you were the ultimate pursuit of my life, Zhao Yuyang
." Zhao Yuyang's voice grew louder and louder, but his tone became manic. "Unlike Arugao, even
when you were exiled by your family, I still insisted on following you. At that time, even my sister couldn't understand my actions
."
"However, all of this, everything I gave, was met with betrayal!" Zhao Yuyang slammed his fist on
the jar containing Misella. "I regarded you as my goddess, but I only found out that you were a
whore from childhood, a wanton harlot. You started selling your body when you were a little girl, flaunting your charms like a prostitute
, committing adultery with all sorts of people."
Zhao Yuyang took out a memory crystal, a magical crystal capable of storing a certain amount of past images. Within the
crystal was a young Misella, alluringly offering herself to a group of elderly nobles.
"Why didn't you tell me this was your true self? The Ruby of the Stag Kingdom? The Dancer Xi? Or
a complete prostitute? The memory crystal doesn't lie," Zhao Yuyang said angrily, holding the crystal.
"And this judgment, it records all your lewd acts. You are accused of adultery, treason, debauchery,
and a series of other crimes. It describes the details in detail, and even includes your fingerprints. Do you
admit to all of this?"
Misella stared at the man in astonishment, a complete madness gripping him. At this moment,
the girl, utterly despondent, wanted to argue, but everything seemed so powerless. A dark hand was
manipulating all of this, showing Zhao Yuyang what he couldn't accept most, pushing him to the brink of madness.
"Do you know? You have no friends anymore. Your self-righteous behavior has offended many people and betrayed
those who once trusted you. Look around you, no one is on your side anymore, no one!"
"And as for me, Zhao Yuyang, in my eyes you are now just the lowest of whores, you're so filthy
I don't even want to touch you." Zhao Yuyang spat hatefully on Misella's face. "Even fucking you
feels like it would defile me, you don't deserve it!"
With that, Zhao Yuyang turned and left, leaving Misella deeply hurt. She stared blankly at the ceiling,
speechless, tears streaming down her face.
...
Outside the city of Kurami, a man was leaning over on his horse. His waist had obvious bandage marks, indicating
a deep injury, but not life-threatening. Judging from his attire, he was clearly a
handsome man of noble birth, but now he appeared extremely destitute.
Looking at Kurami in the night from afar, the man remembered it as
an ancient city made of gold, shining even in the darkness. But now Kurami
was a black expanse, its former glory completely unrecognizable.
Realizing he wouldn't be able to enter the city today, the man stopped in a secluded spot. He didn't even
dare light a fire in the darkness, afraid of attracting attention.
"Damn Arugo, he betrayed us," the man muttered, touching his wound. This man's true identity
was Ares, the eldest prince of the Nelfa Empire, a northern ally of the Empire of Falt, and currently
the first heir to the throne, studying in the Empire. After failing to defend Misella in the Imperial Capital, Ares decided to seek her
help himself, but unexpectedly, he was attacked by Arugo, whom he considered an ally.
All his men were killed, and only he escaped.
"But to attack me like this could cause an international conflict!" Even Ares himself
hadn't expected that someone within the Empire would attack the first heir to the throne of an allied nation; the
consequences would be unimaginable. However, there was no time to back down now. The man made up his mind that even if he was alone
, he would go to Kurami and personally rescue the girl.

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