[Urban] Lan Xiuxing's Legend - 7-9

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Lunch

Another female beast had been waiting nervously for a long time. Seeing me comforting Lily, she didn't want to disturb me, perhaps hoping to receive the same comfort herself.

I beckoned to her, and she excitedly jumped into my arms. I had promised to personally tenderize her.

Besides, making a vulva hotpot requires vaginal dilation.

"What's your name?"

"Your Highness, my name is Fenfei, a knight of the Fiery Rose Knights."

"You must really enjoy riding centaurs; it excites you and sometimes even gives you orgasms, right?"

Fenfei buried her head in my chest shyly, rubbing against me to acknowledge it.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Your vulva is so long, you're naturally very sexually active, and long-term horseback riding has made your uterus and vagina wide and elastic—top-quality material for a vulva hotpot."

"Really?" Fenfei was overjoyed. To receive my praise, to be chosen from over two hundred female beasts, was a great honor.

I laid her face down on the bed, placing a high pillow under her stomach, exposing her vulva wide. I raised my enormous penis, rubbed it against her vulva, and firmly thrust it in.

Fenfei, experiencing such a huge penis for the first time, gripped the sheets tightly, her toes curling in unbearable agony. She struggled to spread her legs, slowly taking my penis inside her. "Ugh...ah."

I thrust in a bit, then pulled out slightly, using the lubrication of her vaginal fluid to thrust in again, repeating this four or five times until my penis was fully inside her. Her stomach bulged out. Perhaps due to her long-term horseback riding, her hymen had naturally broken; her vagina was very elastic. Although tight, it penetrated her deeply without difficulty.

After Fenfei caught her breath and adjusted to the presence of my penis, I grabbed her plump buttocks and began to fuck her. Her natural endowments were excellent; even with such a large penis for the first time, she wasn't too uncomfortable, a very resilient woman. However, if it went on for too long, it would be difficult to satisfy her without a powerful penis. But what did it matter? Such an excellent vagina would be a unique delicacy for hot pot.

Fenfei endured my increasingly fierce thrusts, her limbs gradually relaxing and then becoming limp, her initial tension giving way to weakness. Fenfei, true to her knightly nature, managed several orgasms even under the relentless assault of my enormous penis before collapsing into exhaustion.

Time to prepare.

I grabbed her waist and lifted her up, head down and hips up. Her limbs hung limply, her vulva revealing a large, wet opening that was slowly closing. A maid pushed in a large dining cart, helping me to place her upper body upside down into the cart's opening, leaving only her hips and lower body exposed. Her legs were spread wide, and Fenfei flinched in fear. Two maids pulled her legs together, securing them three times with leather straps. Her large vulva was now fully exposed.

Fenfei gasped for breath on the restraint frame beneath the dining cart. The maids had positioned her and bound her to the frame, leaving only her back and head resting on the cart's base. Her hands were tied apart, and her mouth was gagged to prevent any sounds that might disturb her appetite. Her vagina was numb. Unable to struggle, Fenfei licked her lips, savoring the feeling of being fucked.

After the tenderizing and vaginal dilation procedures, Fenfei was completely reduced to food; no one cared about her thoughts anymore. She was simply a piece of living flesh. The maids brought several small meat clamps. They clamped the clamps onto Fenfei's vagina, pulling them open in several directions, securing the leather straps to the cart, widening her vulva, like a fist-sized well dug beneath her.

The meat clamps were used to clamp flesh, but could also be used as sex toys. They could clamp nipples, labia, ears, lips, and tongues; they were attached to flexible, thin leather straps, full of elasticity, used for training and preparation. Some nobles who enjoyed eating tongues would use tongs to clamp the female animal's tongue, then slowly and forcefully pull it out. The female animal's tongue struggled against the thin leather rope, gradually being pulled out and lengthened. Then, a small hoe-shaped knife was inserted into her mouth to cut off the tongue at the base.

The maid then brought an insulated heating rod. Before Fenfei's vagina could close, she forcefully spread her vagina open and inserted the insulated mesh deep into her vagina. Now Fenfei's vagina had no chance to close completely. The

insulated heating rod had a section in the middle into which a hollow carbon tube could be inserted. Inside, there were many red-hot charcoal tubes. As long as the carbon tubes were installed in the heating rod, it could boil the soup in the vagina for hot pot. When the charcoal was almost burned, it could be unscrewed and replaced. The heating rod had a fine mesh isolation space around it, and many small support rods were neatly arranged vertically in the middle, dividing the heating rod into three areas. This ensured that the carbon tubes of the heating rod would not directly burn the vagina and uterus. Chopsticks could also be used to easily pick up and cook food in the separated areas.

I poured in some seasonings and broth, mixing it with the original honey sauce. Fenfei gradually felt the warmth; she knew she had started heating up the pot. Her body writhed incessantly, and the soup inside her vagina began to get hot. Her body was quickly covered in fine beads of sweat.

I took the rotary knife and inserted it into Fenfei's anus. I turned it once and pulled, hooking her large intestine onto the knife and pulling it out. Fenfei's lower body tightened forcefully, her anus gripping the large intestine tightly. However, the large intestine, lubricated by blood and some bodily fluids, couldn't be held in place by the anus and was slowly but firmly pulled out of her body. The feeling of the intestine being pulled out made Fenfei tense her toes, passively accepting this sensation that was both painful and indescribably pleasurable.

Removing the intestine served two purposes: first, to make room in her stomach, and second, the intestine was the most important ingredient in the vaginal hot pot.

I pulled out a section of large intestine and carefully cut it into her vagina, piece by piece, with scissors. This required considerable knife skills; if the pieces weren't cut into even, thin strips, they wouldn't cook properly. Intestines are quite resistant to overcooking, and the large intestine is very flexible, making it difficult to cut even with sharp scissors. Therefore, I usually cut the large intestine myself. Fenfei's thighs were quickly covered in sweat.

My scissors moved swiftly, cutting one section and pulling out another. In no time, the large intestine was finished. The maid carefully added broth to the vaginal hot pot, keeping it submerged under the charcoal stalks, as even the heat from the stalks could easily scald the nearby vagina. If it burned, the whole pot of delicious meat would be ruined. The remaining small

intestine was then handed over to the maid to cut. The small intestine wasn't as thick and strong as the large intestine, so an experienced maid could easily handle it.

I knelt down in front of Fenfei with my knife. There were many ingredients for the hot pot; I still needed to take some more meat and internal organs from her body. Fenfei looked at the knife in my hand, a hint of fear in her eyes. I gently stroked her face, and her fear quickly subsided. Her mouth was gagged, preventing her from making a sound, but she blinked at me.

The knife tip swiftly pierced below her sternum, making a cut towards her navel. My hand easily slipped inside her stomach, bypassing some internal organs and incomplete bowel movements, before making a horizontal incision beside her spine, leaving her completely open. Fenfei let out a muffled scream, but unable to struggle, she could only bite down on the gag in her mouth, her eyes tightly shut, enduring the pain.

Although I had avoided an artery, she still began to bleed. Using the lubrication of the blood, I reached my left hand under her waist, scooped up her stomach, clamped the lower end of it with a clamp, and severed the connection between her stomach and intestines.

In a moment, her intestines would be pulled away by the maid.

Feeling my hand constantly caressing her insides, Fenfei managed a weak smile, seemingly pleased that I was playing with her internal organs.

I smiled at her and withdrew my bloodied hand. Once she was almost done, other maids would remove her fresh internal organs for use as ingredients.

Gently grasping her right breast, I rubbed it a few times in my palm. With a swift stroke of my knife, the blade grazed my hand, and I easily removed a piece of breast tissue, placing it on a plate. Then, with lightning speed, I quickly sliced her right breast into pieces, arranged in yellowish-red strands on the plate. I grasped the other breast and similarly sliced it.

After finishing with Fenfei, two maids washed my hands with damp cloths. I still had a third ingredient to prepare.

The third female ingredient covered her mouth, looking at me nervously, her legs trembling slightly. I pulled her into my arms, gently comforting her. She quickly relaxed, nestled in my embrace, accepting my caresses. "What's your name?" I asked,

my fingers probing into her wet vulva. "Yes, Your Highness, my name is Zhenzhen. " "Zhenzhen, your vulva is very fleshy," I whispered in her ear, praising, "Thick and juicy, with excellent elasticity and resilience." "Oh~~~~" Zhenzhen listened to me, diligently spreading her legs for me to examine closely, her vulva contracting and sucking on my fingers. "Come on, I'll tenderize your vulva. It'll be even more delicious later." I grabbed her waist and lifted her up. Zhenzhen guided my penis to her vulva, and I thrust hard, her vulva spreading wide to its limit. My penis savagely rammed halfway in, Zhenzhen gritted her teeth and persevered. I withdrew, then thrust in halfway again, my penis pumping in and out of her vulva. Different dishes require different tenderizing processes. To make a vaginal hotpot, the vagina and uterus need to be widened to accommodate more, so the tenderizing process needs to be deep. Tenderizing the vaginal lining involves rubbing and thrusting back and forth between the vaginal opening and the vulva, which stimulates blood circulation and sweating, resulting in a juicy, tender yet chewy texture when cooked. Soon, Zhenzhen's vagina turned bright red. I laid her down on the food cart and continued thrusting and tenderizing. When she reached orgasm, her legs spread wide and her vagina protruded. I pulled out my penis, grabbed a sharp knife, and quickly cut a large chunk from her vulva, pulling out her vulva, vagina, uterus, ovaries, and some loose internal organs. Blood immediately formed a small pool beneath her, still flowing. I skillfully separated the vulva, vagina, uterus, and ovaries, and the maid served them on a plate to be cooked. Zhenzhen's body was still stiff from the orgasm; her vagina had already been swiftly emptied of many internal organs by the maid, filling a basin. The maids bound her hands and feet, and several skilled maids began swiftly slicing her flesh with sharp knives. Her thighs and breasts were quickly sliced into neat pieces and arranged on the plate. Bright red blood soaked into the slices, dripping onto the plate's dividers, making them look incredibly fresh and appetizing. Zhenzhen was in excruciating pain, covered in sweat, but her mouth was already gagged. The sudden loss of blood and internal organs made her dizzy and unable to react. I walked to her head and gently stroked her face. It took her a while to react, but her mouth was still blocked. She could only utter painful nasal sounds. "Zhenzhen, you're such a good beast. Your flesh is so tender; we'll definitely eat you all." She blinked hard, sweat pouring down her face. Her stomach was cut open into many neat little pieces of flesh, her breasts were sliced into many round pieces, and the flesh from her arms and thighs was quickly reduced to thin slices for hot pot. These high-quality ingredients, drained of their blood, would be sent to Fenfei to be used as ingredients for her cunt hot pot. Some of Lily's buttocks were already medium-rare, and a female animal cut a small plate of it and carefully fed it to me. I put a piece of meat in my mouth and chewed. Mmm, fragrant, tender, and flavorful, fresh and chewy—it was delicious! I ate several pieces, and the small plate of meat was quickly gone. The female animal happily went to get more. "Brother." I turned around and saw Yue. Last night, she hadn't slept a wink, serving my penis. Today, she fell asleep near the Queen's Palace, and I handed her over to Lina and Lala, asking them to find her a place to sleep. Now, Yue had just woken up and came to find me. Yue's arrival caused the female animals present to gasp in amazement, not because of her proud, fiery, youthful face and large breasts, but because of the entire set of rings on her body—rings that signified she had received my complete favor. She was practically my bedmate every night. "Yue, come here." I pulled Yue into my arms, grabbed one of her large breasts and kneaded it, while forking a piece of grilled meat and bringing it to her mouth. "Are you hungry? Have some grilled meat. It tastes good." Female animals rarely eat meat, and even when they do, they usually eat it fully cooked. However, I like fresh, lively meat. Yue doesn't usually eat meat that's still bloody, but she put the meat in her mouth when I brought it to her lips. "It's grilled meat made by brother, it's very fresh, brother's cooking skills are amazing." Yue often gets to taste my cooking when she's around, so it's not surprising that she can taste my skills. I gave Yue a loving kiss on the cheek and patted her bottom. "Go, cook some meat for brother." Yue obediently ran to Fenfei's side to prepare food for me. "Hmm." Mother woke up groggily, and a maid brought her a hot towel to wake her up. "Mother, you're awake." "Kui, oh." Mother's lower back ached, and she glared at me angrily. "What time is it now? How long have I been asleep?" I didn't mind, walked over and hugged her tightly, spreading her legs and trying to put her on my shrunken penis. "Wait, wait a minute, Kui, don't do this, um--" How could Mother, who hadn't recovered yet, be a match for me? My penis slid in smoothly, and I just held her like that. "Mother, you've been asleep for so long, the coming-of-age ceremony is almost halfway over. I made some food for you, let's eat while we cook." Without a word, Mother was pinned to my penis, and she didn't dare to move, afraid of arousing me and wanting to do it again. She just gave me a reproachful look. "Mother, you're awake." Yue carried a large plate of food. "Mother, this is a hot pot of cunts made by my brother. You haven't had his cooking in a long time, have you?" Mother looked at Yue with envy. We shared luncheon meat. The maids brought us plate after plate of meat. I ate a few bites and then drank Mother's breast milk, making her breasts greasy with semen. This kind of life is truly enjoyable. "Mother, Sister Lily was impaled by my brother. She's still alive and being grilled." Yue reported her discovery to Mother. "Hmm, Lily is a female animal that Mother has kept for a long time, always kept for Kui. She's the best female animal to impale." With a penis that felt like it was pressing against her heart inserted below, and her breasts being constantly sucked by me, Mother was flustered and couldn't eat much. She chatted with Yue intermittently, and I stuffed meat into her mouth. Whenever she wanted to stop eating, I would make my penis swell up, and she would quickly continue eating. She ate quite a bit during the meal, though she seemed unaware of what she ate; she ate whatever I put in her mouth. I only stopped her when she couldn't eat anymore, and then continued feeding her with Yue on my penis. After Yue was full, she noticed that her mother had fallen asleep again. The warm midday sun shone in, and the ladies-in-waiting arranged for their relatives and friends to take a nap, announcing that the coming-of-age ceremony would continue in the afternoon. Chapter Twenty-Five: Queen Celine's leisurely life had instilled in her mother a habit of afternoon naps. Today, after I had thoroughly fucked her and given her a hearty meal, she naturally slept soundly. The women attending the ceremony left the palace under the guidance of their maids. The Queen's palace was vast, with all sorts of facilities; they could go wherever they wanted and pass the time. The remaining portions of the three female animals had already been divided among the other women, who needed to go to the Queen's palace dining hall for their next meal. Full and satisfied, I strolled around the Queen's palace with Yue in my arms. Having not been here for over half a year, I wanted to look around, hoping to ask the Queen for any exceptional ladies-in-waiting I might find. The female slaves who came to witness the ceremony looked at me expectantly, ready to be summoned at any time if I wished. Although some of these female slaves were of considerable status and sometimes even demanded sex from ordinary nobles, they wouldn't dare to openly invite me to my coming-of-age ceremony. But some teasing was still inevitable.

Since I had nothing better to do, I didn't hold back. Whenever I encountered a few top-tier women I wanted to have sex with, I'd pin them against railings, walls, stairs, chopping boards, or even the tables in the conference hall, venting my frustrations. Afterwards, ignoring the expectant looks from the other female slaves, I continued showing Yue around the Queen's Palace. Yue obediently watched me do as I pleased, even lying on the floor as a cushion when needed.

Entering the library on the third floor, several female slaves in charge of management were organizing or reading. A few female slaves who had come to observe the ceremony hadn't rested and had come to the library to look at books.

The Queen's Palace library's collection was second only to that of the Azure Academy. The space was divided into two entire floors, each with four rows of bookshelves, and each row had ten bookshelves joined together, resulting in fifteen shelves of books. It was densely packed; I wondered how old it would take someone to read all those books.

The library also had many tables and chairs, as well as some private rooms around the perimeter. The library was a sacred place, and many of the documents were very precious, so generally, things that were considered uncivilized were forbidden in the library.

For example, sexually assaulting or slaughtering female slaves.

However, sometimes nobles would relax here with their guards or the librarians while researching confidential documents. This is where the private rooms come in handy. But slaughtering female animals is still forbidden; it would be troublesome if the important documents were soiled.

Most readers in the library are women, so there are many thoughtful designs to encourage extended reading.

Simply hang the signal flag at your seat, and the librarian will provide services such as meals, water, finding books, taking notes, translation, and explanations. Another thoughtful service for women is that most chairs have several small holes in different locations.

Many documents on Blue Star involve slaughter, sexual desire, and delicious cuisine. These topics permeate Blue Star's history and most literature. There are even recipes for cooking female animals. Seeing these contents can be very exciting and unsettling for women. Therefore, various styles and models of amenities are provided to soothe women; inserting them into these holes and sitting down can effectively alleviate their restlessness.

Celine is a senior librarian and the Queen's senior advisor. She's twenty-eight this year, and in two more years she'll be at the age when women typically begin to age, but she has no intention of being slaughtered.

On Blue Star, women generally have a child between the ages of twelve and eighteen, and at least one more before the age of twenty-five. Most women by twenty-five usually have three or more daughters. Blue Star is rich in resources, so women don't have much of a drain on their bodies. As long as they work diligently, raising three daughters is no problem at all, and the government provides special funds every year to reward childbirth. Therefore, it's quite normal for a woman to have four or five daughters and form a small family.

Celine has a daughter who is not yet thirteen, which is unusual for her age.

However, Celine is busy with work and doesn't have much interest in having more children. If there's one person she cares about most besides work, it's her daughter.

Celine's daughter is named Mary, and they are like sisters. The older sister is a serious, bookish scholar, while the younger sister is a curious, girl-next-door type. They get along well in many ways, except for two things: having more children and being slaughtered.

Celine, an important advisor to the Queen, is an avid reader. Her busy schedule and ample time mean that while Mary has some minor complaints about having children, she's not particularly bothered by it. Besides, Celine doesn't object to her daughter having multiple children; with Celine's current income, she could easily afford ten fertility treatments and ten children.

Her only concern is Mary's intense interest in sex and the slaughter and preparation of animals. Mary frequently reads cookbooks and discusses these topics with her classmates. Her books and notebooks are filled with simple illustrations of female animals being prepared, restrained, and whipped—images that horrify Celine, conveying helplessness, pain, and bloodshed.

They've had several heart-to-heart talks about this, but Celine can see that Mary's interest only grows stronger. This damned rebellious streak! Celine is helpless about it; this is the prevailing societal norm, this is what schools teach, and Celine, with her own level of understanding, naturally knows it's a societal necessity.

Celine was also fascinated by these things in her childhood, often fantasizing about them. However, after witnessing a high-ranking nobleman in a fit of rage brutally murdering over a dozen female slaves, she was deeply traumatized. From then on, she developed a profound fear of men and refused to discuss these matters with friends, focusing instead on her academic research and raising her daughter.

Of course, things weren't as rosy as she imagined. Her intelligent and sensual appearance, coupled with her exceptionally long and shapely legs, made her a natural performer on the gallows. Her daughter inherited her talent, also possessing long, shapely legs. However, because the slaughter of female slaves required relative consent, and because Celine's status as a high-ranking advisor and scholar was protected by the Queen, no one could force her will.

In her mind, nobles were all cruel people, and the lavish slaughter described in books was merely a romanticized version of their own lives. She preferred to be butchered in a factory rather than be slaughtered by nobles.

But the more unwilling she was, the more bored nobles became interested in her. Nobles lived a carefree and easy life, taking whatever they wanted, so they naturally paid close attention to anything challenging. One powerful nobleman even offered a bounty after failing to recruit her as a slave: five golden fruits and one hundred superior female slaves would be offered to anyone who could persuade Celine to voluntarily submit to slaughter before she turned thirty. This shows how resolute Celine's determination was. She had once offered to accept her slaughter from Queen Jia, but the Queen Jia refused after receiving requests from two powerful nobles.

To avoid these disturbances, Celine voluntarily transferred to the library, thus avoiding most of the harassment. After all, the sacred and quiet library made it difficult for most nobles, accustomed to straightforwardness, to act freely. So the bounty remained in place. The nobles, having lost their initial enthusiasm, gradually visited the library less often.

With my mother asleep, I, bored, suddenly became interested in this daunting task. I discussed it with Yue, and we decided to come and challenge Celine. The lively and energetic Yue was even more excited than I was, dragging me straight here.

"Brother, look, it's that naked woman standing on the ladder, wearing a pink vest, with a 'light of wisdom' design on her right buttock."

I wasn't interested in the library; I'd rather listen to lectures. Seeing those densely packed books made me dizzy. So I'd known for a long time about this female official who resolutely refused to be slaughtered, but I'd never actually seen her.

Celine wore a simple headband, a low-cut vest, and the design on her right buttock as decoration. Clearly, she felt her breasts weren't prominent enough, so she used the low-cut vest to accentuate her small breasts.

She was slightly slender, and when she turned, her firm breasts swayed slightly. A string of round pearls adorned her two protruding mounds of flesh, dazzling the eye.

From below, her long legs appeared especially long. Having not given birth for many years, her two white, tender buttocks looked incredibly fresh. Her slender, long buttocks were pressed tightly together, only a faint glimpse of her vulva and a patch of dark pubic hair visible through the gap. She stood sideways in the middle of the ladder, reading a book. She'd clearly come across something interesting while tidying up and started reading from there.

If she were to remain in that position, slightly leaning against the ladder, and a piercing rod were inserted into her closed vulva from below, slowly thrusting upwards, her unrestrained body forced to hold onto the ladder, enduring the sharp, radiating pain and pleasure. Her tightly clenched legs made the piercing rod seem incredibly thick…

Celine shuddered, feeling every hair on her body stand on end. She turned around and saw me looking up from a short distance behind her, immediately grabbing a book to cover her vulva. I calmly descended the stairs, performing a perfect scholar's bow, "Greetings, Your Highness. Wasn't Your Highness going to your coming-of-age ceremony?"

So she recognized me.

"My mother is taking a nap; she's too tired."

"Is Your Highness here for a visit, or to consult some books? Celine is happy to serve Your Highness."

"No, I heard your daughter is of age now. She has the same perfect long legs as you, and I'd like to try her out. If possible, I could even grant her a child."

Celine hesitated. "Mary… she's here."

My interest made her uneasy. She had naturally heard about how I had made her mother cry at her coming-of-age ceremony and how I had slaughtered three female animals. Now, suddenly, I was coming to see her daughter, which couldn't help but make her overthink.

However, she also knew her daughter's preferences. Mary wasn't very willing to seek pregnancy at the sperm bank; she had longed for male comfort for a long time. If she couldn't be satisfied sexually, she might register herself at the slaughterhouse one day. This time, the prince had come to her door; if she refused, mother and daughter would likely turn against each other immediately.

Although she was in a dilemma, she still asked the other administrators to inform Mary and arranged a private room for us.

"Brother, are you going to fuck her daughter?" Yue whispered to me, tossing the fruit on the table around in her hands.

"Shh, brother wants to try. Starting with her daughter is a two-birds-with-one-stone approach. Even if brother fucks her directly, she won't accept being slaughtered."

"Brother, do you think Celine would taste good? Should we take her back to eat?"

"Hmm... her legs are really beautiful. I want to take her and her daughter back, and have them dance for me on the gallows when I have time. Eating her is out of the question. After all, she's given birth. Anyway, the bet is that she's willing to accept it, so there's no requirement about slaughtering her."

"Hehe, brother, don't you already have a few female animals for dancing?"

"It'd be more satisfying to take back a few that aren't entirely willing. Besides, wouldn't it be more spectacular if more people danced together? In case I forget about it someday, I'll have backups. It's really hard to find such a high-quality female animal with such long legs."

"Mmm, there are still five golden fruits left. Brother, good luck. You must take her back." With such a heavy bet, Yue couldn't help but be tempted.

Each golden fruit is extremely precious, and the number possessed by each noble is strictly registered. Even the most capable merchants cannot obtain them, and anyone caught selling golden fruits privately will be punished with the death penalty, even men. However, it seems there are very few things worth exchanging for golden fruits.

Only a high-ranking noble could afford to wager five golden fruits on such a pointless gamble. After all, there will be no ration of golden fruits before my coming-of-age ceremony. Only after the ceremony and the conferment of marquis status will I receive an annual quota of two. To obtain more, one must make significant contributions or elevate one's rank. Women who consume golden fruits must register. I can choose two female infants to raise as heirs.

Even surplus golden fruits must be recorded with the Queen's registrar, not disposed of privately.

Golden fruits are also important strategic resources.

Tianlan produces the most golden fruits on Lanxiu Star, averaging 20% more than the other two major powers. Surplus golden fruits can serve as important bargaining chips in diplomatic negotiations, making significant contributions to Tianlan's diplomacy for centuries.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Conquest

After waiting a while, there was a knock on the door. Celine was anxiously exchanging words with someone outside, but the other person seemed impatient. From a distance, I could hear her telling the other person not to accept anything other than sex, especially things like slaughter.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and Celine led in a girl who looked very much like her. The girl was slightly shorter than her, and the two had the same build and the same length of breasts. Her small breasts were hidden by her bulging vest, and a little bit of black peeked out from between her legs. The slightly immature girl seemed very excited, a stark contrast to Celine's efforts to hide her worry.

Seeing me, the girl bowed respectfully, "Mary greets Your Highness."

"Very beautiful indeed, come here."

"Yes, Your Highness." Mary's attire was similar to Celine's, except that her newly developed breasts were not as full as her mother's, and her legs were more delicate and pink.

Celine closed the door and stood in the doorway, clearly worried that I might do something inappropriate to Mary and unwilling to leave.

I pulled her close; she barely reached my neck, appearing petite and charming. Compared to Yue, she looked like a girl from the working class. Mary saw Yue's proud, large breasts pressing against my arm and lowered her head awkwardly.

I touched her chest; she winced slightly in pain. Her firm nipples hadn't been touched yet, but she straightened her long legs and raised her pert buttocks, clearly aware of how outstanding her legs were.

I gently touched her firm, pert buttocks, squeezing them a few times, then moved my hand down to her vulva. Amidst the soft, light hair, her plump vulva quickly became moist. Mary's slender buttocks trembled slightly, her fists pressing firmly on the table, showing great tension.

Most of my female slaves reacted this way the first time; they had no opportunity to serve men. I didn't mind, my fingers teasing her vulva, slipping into that soft place with the lubrication.

Mary let out a low moan, tiptoeing, her long legs repeatedly parting and closing. The only sound in the quiet room was her barely suppressed moaning. We remained silent; she, too, worried that something was wrong, nervously pursed her lips, afraid of displeasing me.

Teasing a virgin requires patience; they haven't experienced this before, and the unfamiliar physical reaction will instinctively cause them resistance. Of course, this is also part of the fun of teasing a virgin—watching her gasp and tremble under my finger's guidance, finally dizzying in an unbearable climax.

I wasn't in a hurry, constantly caressing and probing her sensitive spots. Her newly developed vulva was sensitive yet shy.

Mary's breathing gradually became rapid, her long legs slowly losing their support, even her small fists gripping the table trembled uncontrollably. She felt her body becoming out of her control. Although she could be very unrestrained in her fantasies, her inexperience meant she naturally didn't know why she suddenly had a strong urge to urinate.

She began to feel uneasy, struggling to hold back her fears that she might lose control of her bladder when the nobleman slept with her. Mary couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be if such a thing happened to her; she would be too ashamed to face anyone.

The increasingly strong urge to urinate assaulted her senses. She tightly closed her eyes, using all her strength to suppress the pleasure of the stimulation and the terrifying urge.

"Ugh..." Mary felt a wave of dizziness, her body went limp, and she slumped onto the table. A surge of intense pleasure rushed to her mind, a warm gush gushing out, bringing her immense relaxation. Her body trembled slightly, weak.

Yue chuckled beside her, covering her mouth, while Celine breathed a deep sigh of relief, only then noticing a cool, damp feeling on her thighs and the slight pain in her chest.

I pulled out my penis, aimed it at Mary's vagina, and used her juices to lubricate it. Even with my shrunken penis pressed against her relaxed vagina, it still looked menacing. Mary lay there limply, unable to react to my actions.

I thrust gently. Mary tensed, the intense orgasm making her feel little pain. I easily broke through her weak defenses, penetrating deep inside her. Although her virgin vagina was very narrow, it was forcibly stretched open by my penis. A trickle of blood slowly dripped down my penis.

Mary gasped for breath until a strange, invading sensation filled her vagina, bringing her back to consciousness. She squeezed her thighs tightly together.

"Oh," I murmured, praising her, and began to thrust forcefully.

After dozens of thrusts, Mary finally understood. Without any instruction, she instinctively steadied her long legs, allowing me to relentlessly pound into her from behind in the most comfortable position. She let out incessant moans of pleasure, too loud for her to believe.

Soon, she reached another climax, her legs giving way, and she lay panting on the table. Dissatisfied, I flipped her over, climbed onto the table, and lifted her legs, allowing me to thrust even more fiercely into her soft cunt.

After another climax, Mary completely went limp, even her cunt relaxing weakly, no longer as tightly clenched as before. I slapped her buttocks in dissatisfaction, "Squeeze tighter, I'm about to cum."

Mary tried several times, but her body was limp and powerless. I grabbed her neck, the feeling of suffocation instantly tensing her entire body. I felt that pleasurable tightness again and began to thrust forcefully once more.

Mary gently grasped my hand but didn't pull hard; the intense thrusting and the thrill of being executed made her even more tense, and she couldn't bear to pry my hand away.

"No, Your Highness, please don't!" Celine cried out in alarm, rushing over to grab my hand, but no matter how she pried it off or pushed me away, it was no use. At this point, it was impossible for me to stop.

My thrusts grew faster and faster; Mary's eyes rolled back, her mouth opened, her delicate tongue protruding, and a dying gasp escaped her throat. Her body trembled uncontrollably with each thrust. No one knew whether I would ejaculate first, or Mary would die in her orgasm.

"Your Highness, please, no, please fuck me. I can make you feel good. Pinch me if you want," Celine pleaded, clinging to Mary, desperate.

I released Mary, grabbed Celine's buttocks, and slammed my penis into her wet vagina. The powerful impact caused Celine to collapse onto the table. I relentlessly pounded into her, and she strained to tighten her legs. Soon, I released my semen, ejaculating a stream of heat deep into her body.

"Phew, that felt good." I patted Celine's butt. "You two, mother and daughter, tasted really good. Mary, you're welcome to visit my villa if you'd like."

Ignoring the two limp mother and daughter, I left with Yue...

"Brother, you're just leaving like that? What about Celine..." Lying on a viewing platform in the Queen's Palace, Yue knelt obediently beside me, feeding me peeled grapes.

I smiled slightly. "Of course, now is the best time to leave. Not getting that final climax was a painful experience; you're right on the verge of it, but you can't quite reach it. Mary will definitely come looking for me again."

"Mm." Yue nodded understandingly. I'm a master at manipulating the bodies and minds of women; Yue's own experience made it easy for her to understand my words.

In a private room in the library, Mary, having caught her breath, gasped deeply, glaring angrily at her mother lying beside her.

Realizing things were going badly, Celine panicked. "Mary, listen to your mother's explanation..."

Ignoring her explanation, Mary knelt behind Celine, spreading her buttocks. A drop of milky semen flowed from her still-open vulva. She took her mother's vagina into her mouth, her tongue forcefully plundering what should have been hers.

"Mary, don't do this, Mother didn't mean it. His Highness almost strangled you. If Mother..."

The daughter's tongue was filled with anger as she tried to penetrate her own body, but the difference between her and His Highness's penis was too great; she could only lick half of it, which flowed out. Celine felt guilty. Although she was trying to save her daughter, she had ruined her enjoyment. Even Celine herself didn't know if she was right or wrong.

"So you feel justified in coming over and stealing my chance! Why didn't you let His Highness strangle me! I was willing! Why all this trouble!" Mary shouted. Unable to lick any more semen, the feeling of falling from the edge of heaven made her miserable. She angrily slammed the door and left.

"Mary, Mary!" Celine chased after her, following Mary all the way home.

Outside the tightly closed bathroom door, Celine stood anxiously waiting. "Mary, listen to me, don't be like this. Your mother is doing this for your own good. You've just come of age, you have plenty of time..."

"Enough! Stop talking! You stole my chance, and my child! His Highness has thousands of women around him, do you think I'll have a second chance?!" Mary screamed, splashing water.

"Daughter, don't be like this, you still have a chance, really. His Highness said before he left that he was very satisfied with us, mother and daughter, and that we could go back to him if we wanted." "

...Really?" Mary hesitated.

"It's true, His Highness said it himself. He said we, mother and daughter, tasted good. You're welcome to visit his villa."

Mary opened the door, her long, wet hair making her look disheveled, and her slightly red eyes clearly showing she'd shed many tears. "His Highness really said that?"

Celine felt a pang of heartache. "Yes, His Highness is very satisfied with you. This is the first time I've heard of him inviting a woman to his villa."

"But, even if I go, with so many beautiful women, will I still have a chance to win His Highness's favor?"

"Yes, yes, Mother will go with you, as long as Mother is willing to be slaughtered by His Highness..." Celine froze, a possibility forming in her mind: could His Highness have invited Mary for this reason?

Mary was also stunned. She knew her mother had refused to be slaughtered by men for over a decade; the wager was worth five gold fruits. Was His Highness here for this? Having read as many books as her mother, she understood immediately.

The mother and daughter stood there, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. If Celine were to be slaughtered by His Highness to satisfy Mary, she felt utterly shameless. But if she didn't go, she would be left with only the memory of his favor for the rest of her life, until she was offered to her friends or sent to the factory. Was the feeling of her soul being released during His Highness's affections just now a one-time experience?

Celine hugged her daughter. "Mary, Mother is willing. Don't think too much. This time, Mother is doing it voluntarily, really."

"Mother..." Mary felt guilty, and tears streamed down her face again. She knew that an idea she had held onto for over a decade couldn't be changed so easily.

"Don't cry, Mary, don't be sad. Really, Mother is doing it voluntarily this time. His Highness is a good man. He's very gentle with you. After seeing his behavior today, Mother believes that not all nobles are so cruel. At least His Highness isn't. Okay, don't cry. Mother will go with you. We'll be his slaves together. He'll be very happy." Celine felt gratified. Her daughter was back. A sense of relief made her feel that it was all worthwhile.

Mother and daughter resolved their inner conflict and whispered to each other in the room.

“Mother, I’m thinking of the mind demon Rahim. I never believed it; how could anyone be conquered by someone like Rahim?”

Celine smiled gently. “Yes, Mother always thought it was impossible for someone like him to exist, especially since he’s a different race. But today, Mother believes it. His Highness is our Rahim. Even knowing his intentions, we can’t resist.”

“Hmm.” Mary rested her head on her mother’s lap, sniffing hard between her legs, where the Highness’s scent still lingered. “How do you think His Highness will kill us?”

“I don’t know. Will he pierce us? When Mother saw His Highness earlier, she felt a chill pierce from her vagina to the top of her head. It scared Mother so much that her heart pounded for a long time.”

“Hehe, with legs like ours, we’re born to be dancers on the gallows. His Highness will definitely like it. Maybe His Highness just wants to see us dance.”

"Hmm, maybe. When he was fucking you, he made you stand up first. Your long legs were a perfect match for His Highness's height, and he enjoyed it very much. When he was about to ejaculate, he grabbed your neck. He must have wanted to see us dancing on the gallows. My daughter and I were hanging on the gallows together, so he could enjoy it all by himself. Then he would take us down, disembowel us, and then put us in the oven."

"Maybe he'd cut off our heads and stuff them in before putting us in the oven."

"But I heard His Highness is a famous live predator. Maybe he'd bite our flesh directly while we were dancing."

"Ah, that would be so exciting! He would definitely bite... here first." Mary pinched her mother's breast.

"Ouch!" Celine exclaimed, and the mother and daughter started playing around...

Chapter Twenty-Seven Events

Until the afternoon, I wandered around the Queen's Palace out of boredom, but after a lady-in-waiting hurriedly entered the bedroom, the guards at the door prevented me from going in to see my mother.

Annoyed, I pinned the four guards down at the bedroom door and fucked them until they were completely exhausted. But more guards stood in a row at the door, gleefully letting me do as I pleased, only preventing me from entering and disturbing them.

It wasn't until the twelfth guard collapsed to the ground, unable to rise, that the other disappointed guards carried away the unconscious ones and let me in.

Knowing something was amiss, I told Yue to wait outside and went into the palace alone.

My mother, dressed in her nightgown, sat at the table, her brow furrowed, seriously examining several reports scattered on it. A female official respectfully gathered the documents in her hands. They had just finished talking, and the official was packing to leave.

Although she was wearing a nightgown, my mother's rounded legs and ample breasts were mostly exposed, making my heart burn with desire.

Seeing my fiery eyes, my mother immediately became uneasy; her previous seriousness was replaced by shy panic. I quickly walked over and reached out to grab her.

"Wait, wait a minute, Kui, your mother has something to tell you. Don't do this." Having just been seriously discussing matters with the female official, the sudden change to this was disorienting for the mother.

The female official quickly left, the door slamming shut with a soft thud as she deliberately pushed it shut. The mother's tense body finally relaxed, allowing me to press her onto the table, my enormous penis thrusting against her again, causing her legs to tremble.

After merging with my mother, I was no longer in a hurry. I lifted her down and sat in her place, her legs spread wide, straddling my penis. "What happened just now? Why didn't you let me in after talking for so long?"

"You... Kui, could you... okay, don't move. I'll tell you." My mother was helplessly strung in mid-air, her legs weak and clinging to my penis. "It's like this, Grand Duke Tom has been acting strangely. He's started gathering an army, and his family's crown prince has been taking the Golden Fruit. Just five days ago, the eighth boy was born." "

Oh, she hasn't been killed yet? Grand Duke Tom wants to rebel?" I immediately understood the seriousness of the matter. No wonder my mother abandoned my coming-of-age ceremony to deal with this.

"It's not certain yet, but the situation is becoming quite clear. He's inexplicably recruiting so many troops, which has a significant impact on the territory's economy."

"Tell me! Were you talking for so long just to avoid me?" Although I knew the affairs of state were important, the fact that something like this had happened during my important coming-of-age ceremony and dragged on for so long still made me very unhappy.

The Queen Mother's embarrassed gaze darted around, only calming down after I pushed her hard. "Oh, Kui, I'm afraid of you, can you make it smaller? If you keep doing this, I won't dare to see you again."

I gradually shrank my penis, and the Queen Mother breathed a sigh of relief, gratefully moving a few times before squeezing my penis tightly.

"Mother, your body is amazing. I'll come and fuck you often from now on. I'll make you bear my children." I suckled at the Queen Mother's breast, taking a delicious sip. "So, how does Mother plan to deal with this? Should we capture Grand Duke Tom?"

"Hmm, Kui, can you not do this? I'm not used to it... Okay, don't move around. I plan to warn him first, and discuss it with the Grand Dukes of Dak and the others tomorrow." The Queen Mother clearly didn't want to start a civil war. After all, once a war broke out, one Grand Duke would completely rebel, inciting a dozen or so minor nobles in his territory, which would cause the deaths of tens of millions of female slaves.

"How about I take three thousand battle maidens and mages to capture him directly? That way, so many female beasts won't die."

"Hmm, no, Kui. Battle isn't a game. Your mother knows that ordinary people can't hurt you anymore, but Grand Duke Tom... he has many strong people around him, and he himself is a strong person, not much weaker than you. You might get caught up in it if you're not careful. Wait until your divine skill reaches level seven before doing something like this. Besides, things aren't that serious yet, there's still room for redemption... Hmm, slow down... If it really comes down to it, your mother can also put pressure on him through the temple and the noble families."

"Mother, don't be so naive. Grand Duke Tom's crown prince has been eating golden fruits for fifteen years. If we just kill him like this, where will he put his face? Besides, his territory borders two small countries. If he wants to rebel, it will be a war involving millions of people. If we can't quickly subdue him, the outcome will be hard to say. And the longer it goes on, the more female beasts and nobles will die."

"Sigh, Mother knows this, of course, but... I hope he doesn't play with fire and get burned. Mother will send ten knights to Grand Duke Tom's territory to avoid being caught off guard."

"Then can I go?"

"No... Ah, slower, ahh..." Mother gritted her teeth and insisted, but even after three orgasms, she wouldn't let go. Helpless, I could only press her down and gently caress her to prevent her from fainting again.

An hour later, as darkness fell, Mother recovered and playfully bit me, and we kissed again. Finally, we called Yue in, and the two of us lay on the bed, letting me take turns fucking her to my heart's content.

After filling Mother's cunt three times in a row, I finally stretched with satisfaction, ordered a guard to slaughter and eat his fill, and that night the three of us spent the night together...

Leaving Mother, who was still unconscious, I carried the sleepy-eyed Yue and left the Queen's Palace back to my villa.

It turns out my mother was supposed to hold a ceremony to confer a marquisate upon me, but she was fast asleep, so I'll have to come back another time.

****** That afternoon, Mary and Celine appeared at the door of my villa, requesting an audience.

Seeing the two women standing nervously in the hall, looking like they were awaiting punishment, I noticed they didn't touch the fruit and pastries offered to them by the maids

. Yue hugged me admiringly, giving me a sweet kiss; my control over the women made her extremely adoring.

Celine looked at her restless daughter standing in the hall, her thoughts drifting away again, recalling her resignation to the Queen.

Her Majesty the Queen leaned lazily against her chaise longue, deep in thought. Hearing that I was suddenly going to resign, she was somewhat surprised, as she had never previously expressed any intention to be slaughtered.

"You were doing so well, why are you suddenly resigning?"

"This…this…um, I feel I'm a bit…"

I was already twenty-eight years old; too many female officials resigned before thirty to be slaughtered, so Her Majesty wasn't surprised.

"Hmm, that's true. You're twenty-eight now, right? Which slaughterhouse are you planning to go to? I can introduce you to one that specializes in slaughtering you." There are many professional slaughterhouses in Sky Blue City, some offering special slaughtering methods. Some complex methods not only don't offer compensation but even charge extra. Her Majesty the Queen indicated that, out of consideration for her years of service to the royal family, she could find her a good slaughterhouse for special services.

"Um, no, it's just that, Your Highness… Mary and I…" Celine awkwardly twisted her fingers, unsure how to explain how she had been captivated by Prince Kui within an hour of meeting him.

"Hmm? Kui? You mean…"

The clever and quick-witted Queen immediately understood that she and her daughter were to become Prince Kui's slaves to His Highness. Queen Jia's expression became quite interesting. She was stunned for a while, her eyes crinkling as if she wanted to laugh at herself, yet she said nothing. Then she seemed to want to ask something, but didn't, staring at the sky for a long time—this was more embarrassing than saying anything. Just as

her face was burning with embarrassment, she said encouragingly, "Go ahead. There aren't many people who can give Kui advice. He's too domineering, sometimes he doesn't listen to people's opinions. Before he slaughters you, you can be his advisors."...

"Have my two slaves come to report?" I walked down the stairs, looking at the two slaves who seemed to agree but were also worried.

The two academically trained women paused, realizing their status had changed, and slowly knelt before me. "Slave Celine/Mary greets Your Highness."

"Hmm, come to the basement with me." I didn't say much. Since they had admitted to being my slaves, there was no need to be too polite.

"...Yes."

Stepping down into the villa's basement, Celine and Mary were tense. The basement echoed with the sounds of whips whistling through the air, the screams of the female slaves undergoing training, and their moans of pleasure.

My female slaves were mostly temple mages and war maidens from noble families. Their usual education and living environment had instilled in them a degree of arrogance, naturally requiring a period of animalistic training. Like every noble family, my basement served this purpose; each female slave trained here before being slaughtered. Sometimes, when I had cruel thoughts, I would also cruelly slaughter the female slaves in this secret room of the basement.

The two female slaves naturally knew this, but Celine hadn't received any training as a female slave for many years, and Mary had little real experience. Seeing so many powerful female slaves obediently restrained, whipped, and trampled, they couldn't help but feel nervous.

Perhaps they weren't truly ready. But it was too late to regret it.

Upon arriving at the central, open-plan training room, they found themselves surrounded by numerous female slaves curiously observing the two newcomers. Judging by their abilities, it was clear they were weak, ordinary people. Their only distinguishing features were their similar appearances and slender figures.

Lina approached, dressed as a queen in a black leather-bound bodysuit, a whip in her hand. "Your Highness, Instructor Celine, Scholar Mary."

Lina had served her mother for a long time, so it wasn't surprising she recognized Celine and Mary. Celine and Mary were naturally embarrassed to encounter acquaintances here and be addressed as instructor and scholar.

"Lina, hello. We are… His Highness's new female slaves," Celine introduced herself, bowing.

*Crack!* The whip whistled as it struck Celine's buttocks, then another lash at Mary's. The two women cried out in surprise, but dared not move.

"Since you are His Highness's female slaves, in His Highness's basement, you are not allowed to wear clothes or shoes without His Highness's special permission. Take them off!" Lina snapped.

"Yes, yes." The two female beasts hurriedly took off their tops and shoes. Now, apart from the ribbons binding their long hair, they were naked, with the tattoo on Celine's right buttock being their only adornment.

"There are two latrines over there. Go there to relieve yourself. Also, as long as you're in this basement, you must call me Lady Lina. No matter what His Highness tells you to do outside, you must come here every day for an hour of discipline." Lina mercilessly gave each of them another lash.

"Yes, yes." The two women squatted with their legs spread in front of the latrines, looking at each other awkwardly. Being subjected to such beastly discipline without any preparation was difficult for the usually respected scholar and mentor to accept.

Lina and I just watched. The two female beasts hesitated for a while, and finally, Mary closed her eyes, and the sound of water dripping from her lower body could be heard.

Lina helped me take off my robe. I walked in front of Mary, grabbed her head, and shoved my penis into her mouth. "This is your reward."

Mary happily swallowed my urine, but she hadn't practiced this before and accidentally choked, coughing. Lina then walked behind Celine, kicked her to the ground, and whipped her buttocks ten times as punishment. Celine didn't dare resist; several red welts appeared on her buttocks. She watched enviously as her daughter slowly licked my penis in her mouth.

"Celine, what do you think of Grand Duke Tom?"

"Huh?" Celine looked up, puzzled. Having just begun her training, she was trying to adapt, and this question caught her off guard.

Lina gave her five more lashes, and Celine finally understood. "Your Highness, Grand Duke Tom is a danger to the Kingdom of Sky Blue. He is dissatisfied with Her Majesty the Queen's ascension to the throne, believing the competitive conditions were unfair. He angrily returned to his territory and has not returned to Sky Blue City. In recent years, he has stayed in his territory and begun to disobey Her Majesty the Queen's orders.

Furthermore, Crown Prince Ping is still consuming the Golden Fruit. This situation is very dangerous."

"Why do you say that Mother's ascension to the throne was unfair?" The Queen's election conditions have remained unchanged for thousands of years and are already very well-established, making it difficult to encounter any unfair situations.

"Your Highness, fifteen years ago, both Crown Prince Ping of the Grand Duke Tom's family and Her Majesty Queen Jia met the requirements to become queen. However, the Dark family was more powerful, so a vote was held to choose Her Majesty Queen Jia as queen."

"Why a vote?"

"Because Crown Prince Ping of the Tom family was born ten days earlier than Her Majesty Queen Jia's third son, but she experienced some difficulties during childbirth. Later, Grand Duke Dark used this to raise objections, arguing that since both crown princes met the requirements, the grand dukes should jointly choose a more suitable queen."

I see. Grand Duke Tom's crown prince qualified first, but our Dark family used our power to try and seize the throne. Logically, the Grand Duke Tom's family should have produced another queen, but the Dark family beat them to it again.

Dissatisfaction is understandable.

"Didn't the Dak family make any statement at the time?" The Azure Kingdom has been at peace for a long time, and there's not much to fight over. The crown prince becoming queen is, frankly, a matter of face, not much of a struggle for power—with no power to fight for, face naturally becomes the greatest power. It's normal for a bored nobleman to find something to do. ^ 12-07 Chapter Twenty-Eight: Training

"Grand Duke Dak wanted to compensate Grand Duke Tom, but it's said that Grand Duke Tom returned everything."

As a high-ranking noble in the Azure Kingdom, they naturally don't lack anything, but face can't be restored with compensation. After all, Her Majesty the Queen usually reigns for at least twenty years, and it's uncertain if it will be their family's turn to be queen again.

I realized the situation was quite serious. A face-conscious grand duke was showing signs of a rupture with the country, which was different from the minor civil wars in the Azure Kingdom's history.

You see, if a grand duke disobeys the country's orders and harbors rebellious intentions, even if it's eventually quelled, it will severely damage the country. The scale of that war would be unprecedented.

"Several nobles originally intended to unite and limit Grand Duke Tom's power, but Grand Duke Dac and Her Majesty the Queen felt sorry for Grand Duke Tom and did not agree."

How to describe this situation? Raising a tiger to cause trouble? Or reaping what one sows?

"Did the Queen Mother ask for your opinion at the time?"

"Yes, Your Highness, Her Majesty the Queen asked me. My view was the same as the Grand Dukes': we should stop this situation from worsening as soon as possible. As for saving face, we can compensate him in other ways. But Her Majesty the Queen was still hesitant, and the matter has been dragged on." Even the

usually decisive Queen Mother has become hesitant in the face of such a major event. After all, this isn't just a squabble between one or two nobles and the death of a few thousand or tens of thousands of women; it's a major event involving dozens of nobles.

If a war breaks out, should it be called a "war of face"? I decided to ignore that for now; it's not my place to worry about such things. It's more interesting to train these two female slaves.

"Mary, are you ready to dance for me?"

"Yes, Mary is ready." Mary is young after all, and unlike Celine, she didn't resist, quickly settling into her role as a female slave.

I led her to a gallows, had her stand on a large wooden wheel, and put a thick noose around her neck. I tightened the rope and tied it to her side. Mary obediently tied her hands behind her back.

The thick noose would make it difficult for the female slave to breathe, but it wouldn't completely suffocate her. She could hold out for more than fifteen minutes, making it the best choice for performing aerial dances. Even a female slave who wanted to die couldn't resist the temptation of being able to breathe.

Celine watched Mary nervously. Although she knew this, it involved her daughter, so she couldn't help but worry.

Mary stood on the wooden wheel. Although as long as she kept her footing, the wheel wouldn't roll away or fall, but the noose around her neck made her breathless, and her body began to sway. Clearly, she didn't have the mental fortitude for it; it was only a matter of time before she slipped.

I grabbed Celine and dragged her to a narrow, movable wooden wall.

This wall, called a restraint wall, was made up of many identical planks joined together. The planks could only be installed from top to bottom through fixed grooves on both sides of the wall. Between many planks were circular holes through which the female animal's head, hands, or waist could be threaded, and another plank fastened to it. The female animal would then be fixed to the wall, her body separated front and back, unable to struggle, and completely at the mercy of others.

The restraint walls varied in width; wider ones could hold several female animals at once, while narrower ones could only hold one. The female animal could also grab the fixed grooves on the wall with her hands. Sometimes, when several nobles gathered, they would fix several female animals side by side to the wide restraint wall by their waists or heads, then simultaneously pry open any hole, and finally, they could easily cut the female animal in half at the waist or behead her.

Celine resisted somewhat. Her daughter was already hanging on the gallows, and if she wasn't lowered in time, her daughter would surely die. She desperately wanted to watch from the sidelines, but if she was also bound to the restraint wall, she could only watch helplessly as her daughter died.

But they were my slaves, unable to defy my will. Even if I disposed of them now, they would have no choice but to accept it. I grabbed Celine's head and pushed it through the round hole, securing it with a wooden board. She could only bend over, helplessly watching her daughter struggle on the gallows.

I smeared some lubricant on my penis, pressed it against Celine's vagina, and slowly pushed it in.

With her head fixed to the wooden wall, Celine, unable to struggle, nervously watched her daughter, allowing me to easily penetrate her.

Mary felt a slight dizziness; the slightly tight noose made it difficult for her to breathe, and the tether around her neck prevented her from seeing her feet. She could only rely on her sense of touch to maintain her balance. Her body swayed slightly, but she quickly regained her footing. Celine's whole body tensed up for a moment; her vagina gripped me so tightly, it felt amazing.

As Mary's swaying intensified, Celine's vagina tightened repeatedly.

"Celine, shall we play a game?"

"Your Highness, please, don't hang my daughter." Celine, completely at my mercy, could only desperately plead with me, hoping I would show her mercy.

"Of course, but you have to pass this game." I slammed into Celine's uterus, and her legs went weak. "Listen carefully, from the moment Mary falls, I'll fuck you hard. If you squeeze tight enough, I should be able to ejaculate before Mary is hanged. Lina will then put Mary down. If…"

Celine almost cried. She had experienced the power of my penis before; it was difficult for me to ejaculate so quickly on my own. "Your Highness, please…"

"Mary's about to slip; we'll start when she falls." I grabbed Celine's waist and thrust hard, my penis penetrating two-thirds of the way in.

Mary's breathing became rapid, and her body began to sway noticeably. Celine quickly tried to squeeze my penis tightly.

"Mary hasn't fallen yet, that's fouling." I gently stroked Celine's long legs and began to thrust. To punish her 'fouling' behavior, I slowly enlarged and lengthened my penis. Celine tried her best to keep her legs together, trembling uncontrollably, trying to squeeze them tightly.

Mary finally lost her footing, and the wooden wheel fell over as she lost her balance. Her entire weight was now on her soft neck. Celine's vagina tensed to its limit, gripping my penis tightly. I thrust hard and began to fuck her with all my might.

The feeling of suffocation made Mary struggle. Her hands, bound behind her back, swung left and right, and her beautiful long legs kicked incessantly, trying to step onto some hidden step in the air. She seemed to feel that kicking hard could give her a pitiful bit of air, and she struggled to move in the air, using her neck as a leverage point to bounce in the air, trying to draw in that insignificant life force.

Celine's vagina was incredibly tight. I thrust into her buttocks forcefully, my large penis repeatedly pulling out and pushing back into the red flesh inside her vagina. Her juices flowed down her thighs, and her buttocks slapped loudly with each thrust. The intense pleasure made Celine moan incessantly.

If Celine relaxed, she could naturally experience incredibly pleasurable pleasure, but her worry for her daughter forced her to strictly adhere to my rules, straining her penis even tighter. This intense impact was quite strenuous for a woman who hadn't been played with in years.

The extreme sensation brought Celine to a rapid climax. Her vagina convulsed, releasing streams of juices. Her legs went weak, and I caught her waist to prevent her from suffocating against the wooden wall.

"Celine, Mary danced beautifully. What did you think?" I casually complimented.

Before the orgasm had subsided, Celine tensed up again, her vagina becoming tight once more. I gripped her waist and continued thrusting, my elongated penis penetrating deeper and deeper into her, already more than halfway in. Her stomach was stretched wide to accommodate my penis, and her legs could no longer close.

Before Celine could fully catch her breath, I started fucking her again. The weakness from her previous orgasm hadn't subsided, and the violent thrusts made her unable to even hold onto the wall. Now, she was only sustained by a single belief.

Celine had essentially accepted herself as my slave, while her daughter should be a private pet or something similar. It was the protective instinct she had developed for Mary over the past ten years. Her mindset was still stuck in the private room in the library. She was willing for Mary to be fucked by me, but she couldn't accept me killing and disposing of Mary so quickly. That would make her feel like she had sent her daughter to her death.

Perhaps this was Celine's subconscious protectiveness towards her daughter. She couldn't accept Mary dying before her; if she could, she would rather I execute her first.

What an interesting psychological phenomenon. I must fuck her a few more times. Even Yue couldn't last this long under the violent thrusts of my huge penis.

I gestured to Lina, who took a dildo attached to a long stick and came behind Mary.

I slapped Celine's buttocks hard, and Celine, who was almost unconscious, quickly regained consciousness. "Celine, you worked very hard. Now I'll give you a little extra time, let Mary catch her breath as your reward."

"Ah, thank you, Your Highness." Celine gasped heavily, her legs trembling violently, her uterus and vagina feeling numb and almost numbing, but she couldn't rest yet.

Lina hugged Mary's legs and lifted her up slightly, placing the wooden wheel under her feet again. Mary, finally able to catch her breath, gasped for air, but her legs were already weak, and the wooden wheel wobbled violently under her feet, threatening to topple over at any moment. Lina inserted the dildo between Mary's legs, and the lubricated dildo smoothly entered Mary's vagina. Mary twisted from side to side, wobbling even more violently.

"Let's continue, otherwise Mary will die before I ejaculate." I continued to toy with Celine's mind, feeling her tightly clenched pussy twitching incessantly, and vigorously fucked her.

Mary slipped again. She took a deep breath, hoping to hold on a little longer, but Lina kept poking her vagina with the dildo. The intense pleasure quickly caused Mary to exhale all the air, struggling in mid-air. This time, under Lina's thrusts, she couldn't even breathe the meager air she had before. The suffocation made her body feel extremely intense; her long legs bounced incessantly. If nothing unexpected happened, she would die in the midst of a violent orgasm.

Mary was now like a dying fish struggling futilely on a hook.

Celine's whole body tensed up. She clearly saw that Mary's eyes had rolled back, and her face was turning from red to purple. Before long, she would be completely beyond saving.

I released my semen, and a surge of heat violently impacted her uterus...

Celine woke up, feeling completely weak. After a long period of inactivity, suddenly engaging in prolonged strenuous exercise, coupled with consecutive intense orgasms, she was too lazy to even move a finger. Starting tomorrow, her whole body would ache, and she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for six or seven days.

Seeing Mary watching her with concern, tears welled up in her eyes. "Mary, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Mother, you're amazing." Mary kissed Celine.

Celine was a little embarrassed. "How long have I been asleep?"

"An entire afternoon, and it's dark now. His Highness said we performed very well, and you can pause the training until you recover." Mary was very happy, like a child who had received candy.

"Then His Highness..."

"Mother, His Highness said you made him feel very comfortable, and he will come to make you again. He also praised my dancing, but he just won't make me." Mary's happiness was immediately followed by dissatisfaction.

Celine was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do. "Mary, don't be like that. His Highness is very satisfied with us, mother and daughter, and there will be other opportunities. Why don't you hang me up so His Highness can admire me? He will definitely be happy to make you."

"Hmm, maybe that's the only way. Mother, aren't you afraid of being hanged?"

"I..." Celine fell into deep thought.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Dangerous Forest (Let's write something light and cheerful)

The Azure Kingdom is vast, encompassing the main plains, grasslands, and swamps of Blue Beauty Star, while its mountain ranges are primarily composed of flying bird-people.

However, large tracts of forest also lie on the land. The forests are rich in species, but human footprints only extend to their outer edges.

Many dangerous medium-sized animals inhabit the forests, many of them carnivorous. Many powerful carnivores possess special enhanced abilities, such as extreme speed, the ability to unleash lightning, breathe fire, spew high-pressure water jets, immense strength, or exceptionally sharp claws.

If the animals are dangerous, then the seemingly harmless, brightly colored, beautiful plants are terrifying.

Many large trees with vines will entangle their prey, the sharp thorns of which will pierce the prey's most vulnerable parts, sucking out flesh and blood.

Some beautiful flowers emit alluring pollen, luring prey to willingly become their prey.

Some lantern plants hide underground. Their tiny tentacles are extremely sensitive to the scent of women. They will suddenly spring up from underfoot and swallow a woman whole. The large "lantern" of a swallowed woman will be proudly held aloft. Sticky digestive fluids will slowly dissolve the woman's useless limbs. The pistils inside will find a place to burrow and slowly suck the woman's bodily fluids. This sucking process can last for several days until the woman is completely drained, after which it will retreat underground to hide.

Every species that can survive in the forest has its unique survival skills, either adept at hunting, ambushing, or evading.

To move through the forest, one must be led by a very experienced hunter; otherwise, it is extremely dangerous. Even experienced hunters are trembling with fear of the forest's dangers; a slight mistake can turn them into fertilizer.

Every year, hundreds of women are devoured in the forest. Many of them are also hunters. Teams wiped out due to the death of their hunters account for the vast majority of the total deaths.

A team of fifteen female soldiers moved cautiously through the forest, on the verge of collapse.

Three days ago, they were a squad of fifty, tasked with hunting a large snake on the outskirts of the forest to retrieve its tendons for use as the string of a crossbow. The situation in the Azure Kingdom had changed; everyone could clearly sense the army's renewed activity. This mission, for example, was issued to build up military equipment.

The mission itself wasn't difficult, and theoretically, the safety factor was high. They hired an experienced hunter to guide them.

The snake tendons were obtained smoothly.

Four people died in the battle—a small number, and the reward of successfully obtaining the tendons outweighed the losses. However, one of the four dead was the hunter herself. While trying to save a female soldier, she was struck from below by the snake's tail in its death throes, her buttocks ripped apart, her intestines and genitals splattered, her body broken into three barely connected pieces. She struggled for a while before dying.

And so, disaster struck.

Without the hunter's guidance, the fifty-person squad became lost in the forest, forced to rely on the strength of the monsters they encountered to determine their location. Various animals and plants seemed to have suddenly discovered delicious prey, launching attacks on them in turn.

It was the third day, and even the squad leader, Dami, felt a sense of despair. A squad of fifty, whose easy mission had turned into this. If she had the chance, she would rather be in the mess hall making stew, where many of her comrades would still remember her, cherish her memory, and taste her delicious food. If she was lucky, the commander would also get to eat her best piece.

Dami was still confident in her abilities; she had achieved A-level in three areas. Why hadn't she gone sooner? Lost in these thoughts, she drifted off to sleep. The other female soldiers were the same; after all, they weren't professional hunters and couldn't stay alert while asleep.

The three female soldiers on guard duty vigilantly watched the dark forest, the firelight behind them only illuminating a distance of ten paces. They had deeply experienced the dangers of the forest, and none dared to stray more than ten paces from the fire.

They weren't short of food; several seriously wounded comrades hadn't been completely taken by the enemy, so they cut off their best pieces of meat and took them with them. They were simply too exhausted and terrified; all they needed was a safe place to rest—but that was impossible.

Because they were going into the forest, their usual attire—only a chest binder and skirt armor protecting the outer thighs—was no longer suitable. Many animals and plants adept at concealment preferred to attack their most vulnerable areas from below, instantly incapacitating them; the skirt armor concealed their movements, making it difficult to even see what had attacked.

They heeded the hunters' advice and donned more durable boxer shorts.

However, wearing boxer shorts also presented a problem: when they needed to urinate, they had to pull them down to their thighs or knees. If attacked, the sturdy shorts became ropes binding their thighs. Therefore, several female soldiers usually had to stand guard while they urinated.

One of the vigilant female soldiers felt an urgent need to relieve herself and signaled to her two companions that she needed to urinate. Her companions nodded and moved closer to her. She went behind a large tree to avoid disturbing her companions with the noise, lest they be further frightened by her exhaustion.

She glanced at the empty darkness before her, confirming there seemed to be no danger, and pulled her pants down to her thighs before squatting down.

A slight sound followed, and the feeling of fullness gradually subsided. She comfortably closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt much more relaxed.

Less than three seconds later, when she opened her eyes, she found a gigantic, black snake almost touching her. In the dim light, she could see its head was as thick as her waist. The snake blended seamlessly into the dark forest, silently approaching to within five steps of her—the snake's optimal attack range.

While the campfire provided some cover from the darkness, it also exposed them all. If the hunter were still alive, she would have covered the flames with unburnt ironwood bark, controlling the light to her liking, and setting up warning traps around them. But the inexperienced, exhausted, and confused female soldiers didn't realize this.

Before she could even cry out, she rolled to the side to avoid the giant snake's attack. But she failed; her sturdy boxer shorts bound her, and what should have been an easy dodge caused her to fall to the ground.

"Ugh!" The female soldier's scream was cut short as her upper body was swallowed by the giant snake's mouth, leaving only her buttocks and long legs struggling outside. Even struggling was difficult; her slipped boxer shorts had bound her knees.

Her comrades heard her scream and realized she was being bitten by the giant snake.

"Enemy!" The twelve female soldiers immediately snapped to attention, grabbing their weapons and forming a defensive formation.

Five archers, hidden behind round shields, drew their bows and aimed at the giant snake. However, the snake, having swallowed the female soldier, raised its head high, its scales clearly impenetrable; its mouth and eyes were completely out of range.

The female soldier, pulled down by her own weight and the snake's gaping maw, fell, her buttocks already inside its mouth. She struggled desperately, but unarmed, her struggles were futile. The snake seemed to enjoy the feeling of its live prey struggling in its mouth, not in a hurry to swallow her, but instead holding her body, allowing her to display her vibrant strength.

The archers hesitated.

"Try it, shoot!" Dami ordered.

A sharp whooshing sound pierced the air as four arrows struck the snake, only one penetrating a gap in its scales, the rest bouncing to the ground. With

a hiss, the snake throbbed in pain, turned, and its two struggling legs slowly began to slide into its mouth.

The female soldiers, too dejected to pursue, lowered their weapons.

"Waaah~~~~" One of the female soldiers' friends sobbed, covering her face and kneeling on the ground.

The others glanced at her silently and returned to their resting place.

It wasn't that they didn't want to comfort her, but this had happened so many times that they had become numb to it. They left one person on guard while the rest closed their eyes to rest.

Just letting her cry for a while would be enough. They were used to this; most of them had experienced it, and rest was the most important thing now.

"Ah!" the female soldier cried out.

The female soldiers opened their eyes and grabbed their weapons, but found everyone staring at the crying soldier, confused about what had happened.

"Ah, ah," she cried out in pain.

All the female soldiers looked at each other blankly; nothing should be attacking her, right?

"Down there, something's there!" Dami reacted immediately. Between the female soldier's legs, something was attacking her relentlessly, hidden by her skirt armor. Her most delicate and vulnerable spot had been attacked, and she was powerless to resist.

Two female soldiers quickly grabbed her arms and dragged her back.

"No! Ahhhhh!" the female soldier screamed. Beneath her, her vagina, uterus, and intestines were a bloody mess, dragged out from the hole in her boxer shorts. An exposed plant tentacle quickly retracted into the ground, pulling out more intestines, bright red blood splattering along the way.

One female soldier drew her short sword, but couldn't find her target; the intestines were being pulled from her pants hole and dragged into the ground.

Desperate, she grabbed the intestines and cut her in half.

The female soldier clutched her vagina in agony, the remaining internal organs dragged more than half a meter away. Her once flat abdomen was now sunken deep, her boxer shorts completely soaked, a dark red pool forming between her legs.

More than half of her internal organs had been torn away; she couldn't possibly survive. One female soldier held her head in her arms to comfort her, not letting her see her condition. The other female soldiers were

wide awake, and seeing the state of her lower body, they involuntarily squeezed their thighs together. As women, they too would feel intensely distressed to have their most precious parts forcibly torn out and eaten by this inexplicable plant.

Dami forced herself to turn away, a desire she felt to take her place. Such a desire was normal in the safe city, but now it would only be a waste of her beautiful flesh.

If only a nobleman would treat her like that. Dami felt her cheeks burning.

Dami walked to the female soldier and knelt down regretfully. "Your condition is very bad. I'm sorry, we can't save you."

The female soldier nodded with difficulty. She knew very well that many of her internal organs had been pulled out; clinging to life would only bring more meaningless suffering.

"We will take your flesh."

The female soldier nodded forcefully.

Dami pressed her short sword against her neck and thrust it in forcefully. Blood gushed out, bubbling and churning. Dami continued to cut, finally slashing her head with all her might. Blood gushed continuously from the severed neck, staining the ground red. Her headless body continued to tremble, as if she were struggling to expel blood.

The female soldiers used ropes to hang her headless body upside down. Once the bleeding had stopped, Dami plunged her short sword into her navel and pulled hard, drawing out the few remaining internal organs and a small amount of blood. The other female soldiers used swords and daggers to cut into her body, removing the best parts like thigh and buttock meat and putting them into their food sacks.

Although the female soldiers hadn't eaten much meat, they had been out for so long that their fruit and rations were almost gone. Without a hunter to guide them, they dared not eat anything from the forest. Their comrade's flesh was the best option. Being eaten by their own people was better than being eaten by wild animals and plants. Perhaps their fate would be even worse than this female soldier's, like the one who had been carried away by the giant snake earlier.

Exhausted and sleepy, the female soldiers spent the night in the forest. Only thirteen of them remained. If they couldn't find their way back, they would all be doomed.

Light began to appear in the forest, and the remaining female soldiers trudged through it with difficulty, proceeding as cautiously as possible. They had replenished their supplies with a large quantity of whole meat the previous night, enough to last them three or four days without food.

More and more light pierced through the gaps in the leaves, dispelling the thin mist. However, they felt little sense of security, for the forest was far more dangerous during the day than at night—a truth many of their comrades had learned at the cost of their lives. Only the fact that they weren't vulnerable to ambushes from the darkness offered a small measure of safety.

Exhausted, they were in grave danger if they encountered an enemy they couldn't shake off. In their current state, a single encirclement could capture them all and turn them into food.

Chapter Thirty: Blood Wolves and Cage Grass.

Exhaustion and fear relentlessly assailed the remaining female soldiers. Covered in filth and dried mud and grass, they hadn't even had a chance to bathe. These women, who valued their appearance, had lost all interest in even making a move.

Finally, one of the female soldiers dropped her weapon, squatted on the ground, and began to cry. The column halted.

Her soft sobs brought tears to the eyes of the other female soldiers as well. An unprecedented despair and exhaustion finally broke their last shred of strength.

Dami helplessly found a seemingly safe place to sit down. If she went to comfort them, she feared she would join in the weeping. But she was the captain, and she could only secretly wipe away her tears.

All the female soldiers cried. The cries carried far.

Dami sensed something was wrong; making such a loud noise in the quiet forest would attract many dangerous enemies.

Before she could stop them, a hissing sound caught her attention. A pair of blood-red eyes met hers from afar.

A blood wolf on patrol.

The inexperienced female soldiers had been too careless; they had simply buried their comrade's body, but the scent of blood carried far. Not long after they left, some carnivorous animals came to their campsite.

Among them were blood wolves, but the weaker ones only dared to wander around, avoiding the challenge of the stronger ones, and even less daring to approach the powerful enemy to dig up that delicious flesh.

Precisely because of their weakness, they could only live in packs, relying on group hunting for survival. They scattered, hoping to try their luck. Apparently, their luck was good; one of them encountered a weak human emanating the same delicious scent.

Dami held her breath, afraid to make any sudden movements, lest she provoke the blood wolf into giving a hunting signal.

If they found blood wolves here, then the blood wolf pack was not far away.

Good news, bad news.

The good news was that they were heading in the right direction; they were far from the terrifying monsters with special abilities, and perhaps not far from the edge. The bad news was… there were at least thirty blood wolves nearby, ready to surround them at any moment.

Dami's mind raced. Should they defend or flee?

For the first time, Dami realized that when hope appeared, despair also appeared.

She gently stepped back and lightly tapped a tree trunk with her sword sheath, hoping the female soldiers would notice and prepare.

They didn't hear her crying. Dami felt a surge of tension and tapped the tree trunk harder. They finally heard her and stopped crying.

But the blood wolves heard her too.

"Awooo--!" A blood wolf howled.

Defend or flee?

Dami glanced at the bewildered female soldiers. "Run!"

Fortunately, they had gotten used to running away these past few days. Although their tears were still wet, they grabbed their weapons and took off running.

The blood wolves charged, and a chorus of howls rang out. The sound of a large herd of animals running echoed from the distance of the forest.

The female soldiers understood their predicament and, without orders, began to run for their lives. They had to escape to a place the pack of blood wolves dared not approach before they surrounded them.

As for what would happen next… there was no time to think about it.

But running blindly through an unfamiliar forest was extremely dangerous. Predators who liked to hide loved to prey that had lost their guard. A slight trip over the prey's leg or other weak point was usually enough to make them their meal.

"Ouch!" One of the female soldiers tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground.

The last of her comrades stopped, saw the blood wolves that had caught up, and immediately continued running.

The fallen female soldier quickly dropped her weapon, got up, and kept running.

But it was too late. The fastest blood wolf pounced, scratching a bloody gash on the female soldier's back. In her panic, she was knocked to the ground and rolled twice. By the time she realized her situation, a large jaw was already snapping at her. The female soldier screamed and raised her hand to cover her face.

Her hand was bitten, and she screamed in agony, kicking the blood wolf's body with all her might. But another wolf bit her thigh, then another bit her shoulder. She struggled desperately, kicking wildly. A chunk of flesh was torn from her thigh, and another wolf bit her chest, tearing one of her breasts, along with her bra, but not severing it completely; half of her breast remained attached to her body. More blood wolves bit her.

She watched in despair as her limbs were bitten, one hand completely numb, and excruciating pain shooting through her entire body.

A wolf bit her genitals, ripping them apart, tearing a piece of her pants and genitals, pulling her intestines out and then ripping them out of her stomach.

Her body was a bloody mess, and she convulsed, feeling chunks of flesh being torn and ripped apart. She stared at the sky in despair.

More snow wolves chased the female soldiers. Another soldier was bitten on the buttocks. She rolled over with the wolf, but her buttocks were still firmly held. Two snow wolves immediately pounced, biting her waist and one hand. Then more snow wolves pounced on her, and her limbs were bitten and pulled in all directions by one or two wolves. She screamed, but all her resistance was futile. Soon, her left arm was bitten off, and a wolf dragged it aside, stomping on it and tearing at it.

Then a wolf also snatched her breast. Two wolves bit the ends of her intestines, neither giving way, but more wolves pushed them aside, each also vying for their own piece.

Hearing their comrades' screams, the remaining female soldiers dared not linger. They ran desperately, chasing after Dami.

As they ran past a thicket, a huge sack appeared from the ground, suddenly opening wide towards one of the running female soldiers. Several long tentacles simultaneously wrapped around her ankles.

The female soldier was silently engulfed by the large pouch, leaving only her waist and below. Tentacles wrapped around one of her legs, and she kicked wildly with her temporarily free leg, but both legs were quickly bound.

The large pouch and vine-like tentacles were the hunting tools of a carnivorous plant called a pitcher plant. Pitcher plants only prey on females. They grow in clusters underground, with a single pitcher plant typically containing dozens of cages. Their roots are intertwined underground, creating a vast hunting range.

The large pouches can usually shrink to the size of a woman's head and remain hidden underground. As soon as a female is detected by their tentacles, the cages slowly unfold, ready to hunt.

Once a female enters the capture range of a cage, it will engulf her within a second. The mucus inside makes it dozens of times more difficult for the target to struggle, and unprepared targets usually lose their ability to resist on the first try. Even if the target struggles, the other auxiliary tentacles will help restrain her, making it virtually impossible to escape without the help of other companions. After the prey has finished its hunt, the cage hangs low to the ground, like a suspended prison.

The bound female soldier struggles violently, but her buttocks and half of her thighs are quickly swallowed into the cage by tentacles.

The cage isn't completely closed, leaving gaps for ventilation, allowing the female soldier to survive for a long time. The slime renders the prey powerless to struggle, and any excess, indigestible matter is dissolved by the slime, leaving only naked flesh. The tentacles search for every opening in the female soldier's lower body, secreting a lubricating fluid that slides into her body through the openings. Through repeated thrusting, they force the female soldier to secrete and excrete nutritious substances, which she then consumes.

Afterward, the cage slowly tightens, secreting another digestive and nutrient fluid. This gradually paralyzes and corrodes the female soldier's limbs, digesting them first. The female soldier, without pain or consciousness, writhes in the cage like a human stump.

The nutrient fluid is for the female soldier's survival; a living female soldier secretes a delicious, nourishing nectar.

The anus, which doesn't produce nectar, is constantly explored by tentacles that devour everything they encounter before continuing their advance. Besides consuming the female soldier's intestines, these tentacles also intensely stimulate her activity, causing her to secrete more nectar.

This process is lengthy; the female soldier can live for over ten days until the slowly wriggling tentacles, entering from her anus, completely occupy her intestines and stomach. Unable to absorb nutrients, the female soldier gradually weakens and dies after secreting large amounts of nectar. Then, the mucus digests her, and the cage shrinks and retracts underground.

Blood wolves are forced to stop upon seeing the cage plant, which also preys on them, secreting a nauseating odor. If they don't want to suffer from vomiting and diarrhea for five consecutive days, the blood wolves should obediently watch their remaining prey escape.

The Blood Wolves despised the Cage Grass's self-destructive behavior of only catching one out of ten prey and preventing them from hunting, but there was nothing to discuss between them.

Helpless, the Blood Wolves could only turn back to devour the two mangled carcasses of their prey. They had to finish them quickly, otherwise the smell of blood would attract powerful enemies.

The remaining ten female soldiers gradually slowed down. They had finally shaken off the Blood Wolves' pursuit. Although they didn't know why the Blood Wolves had let the rest go, they had no interest in going back to ask. Three more companions had disappeared, leaving only one-fifth of the team. Perhaps today, or tomorrow, they would all vanish silently.

They silently leaned against what appeared to be a safe tree trunk to rest, no one uttering a sound, only numbly panting, and took out the remaining rations to eat. Although there was still plenty of good meat, they had no interest in gathering firewood to start a fire.

"Captain," one of the female soldiers called out.

"...Hmm?" Dami, who had been in a daze, took a while to react.

"Can we go back?"

"...I don't know," Dami replied helplessly.

"Waaah—" One of the female soldiers cried again, this time silently, tears streaming down her face, but no more sobs.

In this dangerous forest, even the right to cry out loud was taken away; the female soldiers sobbed.

Several more female soldiers joined in the weeping.

"If I could go back, I'd immediately go to the sperm bank to try to conceive."

"The situation is starting to get tense; we soldiers probably won't allow anyone to get pregnant."

"Captain, is war really coming?"

Dami shook her head. "I don't know, maybe." Dami wasn't a high-ranking soldier; she only knew what other female soldiers of similar rank were saying. There was no guarantee of its veracity.

"So, are we going to die on the battlefield? If I'm going to die in battle, I'd rather go to the mess hall and become meat. Even becoming animal feed in the factory is better than rotting on the battlefield." "

Exactly! If we have to fight, I'll report to the factory."

"Me too! I'm not waiting for orders to fight. One of my sisters works at the Hans Cannery. I can sneak in with the female animals and be processed. That way, at least I'll know I'll be back in society, and people will cherish my flesh." "

Okay, I also want to become stewed meat in the mess hall, but we're about to be eaten by the monsters in the forest. Let's think about how to get out." Dami helplessly interrupted her team's daydreams.

The female soldiers fell silent.

Dami regretted interrupting their wishes; she wondered how to make this damn silence disappear.

Chapter Thirty-One: Makoto's Lesson

"Captain, listen!" A female soldier looked in one direction.

"What?" The female soldiers became alert.

"It sounds like someone's voice, in that direction."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's the sound of fighting and shouts. She's yelling 'Be careful!'"

The female soldiers exchanged glances, and Dami ordered, "Let's go. Let's go check it out."

After walking for a while, most of the female soldiers heard the sounds of fighting. They quickened their pace and, in a relatively wide area with thick trees, they saw a small group of female soldiers confronting a ferocious fire leopard.

Several broken trees were burning, crackling and popping. The female soldiers were divided into three battle formations, providing mutual cover.

On the left were two shield-bearing female soldiers cooperating with a battle maiden, ready to cover her retreat into their protective range. On the right was a battle maiden carrying many javelins, standing behind the two shield-bearing female soldiers. The female soldiers also carried many javelins on their backs for her to use.

In the center, three female soldiers wielding shields and spears tightly protected a cute ice-elemental mage. The mage was a young girl just reaching puberty, dressed in a clean, ice-blue, transparent robe that clearly revealed her developing breasts and delicate waist and hips. She wore crystal-like high heels, and a golden ribbon tied her light blue hair.

On the ground lay five female soldiers and two battle maidens; it seemed two small battle formations had been breached by the Flame Leopard. Some were mangled, their bodies ripped open and bleeding profusely; others had breasts and arms burned black. The

dark red Flame Leopard bared its long fangs, sparks flying with each breath—the burning marks of its own making. The Flame Leopard was in dire straits; several wounds bled profusely, two javelins were deeply embedded in its back, and one of its hind legs was severed. It moved cautiously, watching the mage and the javelin-wielding battle maidens warily.

The adorable mage chanted incessantly, countless ice shards of varying sizes slowly swirling around her small hands. The shards shimmered with a crystalline, cold light; whenever the Flame Leopard pounced on any of the battle maidens, the ice shards would transform into sharp arrows, raining down on them. If the Flame Leopard pounced on her, all the ice shards would erupt like a torrential downpour. Moreover, three spears were constantly aimed at the Flame Leopard; attacking them directly was clearly the most unwise choice.

The arrival of Dami and the others delighted the women, and the encirclement immediately tightened.

The Flame Leopard was bleeding rapidly, its legs trembling slightly. It hesitated for a moment, searching for an opening, but finally it bit the waist of a dead female soldier, lifted her up, and carried her away.

The women breathed a sigh of relief. The small ice mage sat weakly on the ground, a female soldier offering her her shield as a cushion.

"Hello, it's unexpected to encounter female soldiers here. Thank you so much for your assistance," the battle maiden with the javelin approached.

"Actually, we encountered a lot of trouble too. It's great to finally see humans. My name is Dami, and I'm the captain of the 7th Squad of the 55th Battalion of the Nalan Army."

"Yes, the forest is too dangerous. We lost seven men this time, and including the previous losses, we've lost over thirty. We didn't even know if we could leave the forest alive. It's so good to meet you all. We're attendants from the Nalan Army's Mage Battalion. My name is Randy

." "Do you know how to leave the forest? We're lost. We were originally a squad of fifty, but now only ten of us are left. We want to leave as soon as possible." Dami explained his predicament. "

Yes, just keep heading this way. We're not far from the edge of the forest. We can get out in just one more day. Come with us." Randy smiled.

"That's great." Dami smiled happily, exchanging glances with the female soldiers. Everyone smiled with relief.

After the battle, everyone was exhausted and found a relatively safe place to set up camp.

The women soldiers began skillfully starting a fire and roasting meat. Randy, an experienced hunter, constantly corrected their mistakes, explaining why traps were set along the forest's main paths, how to inspect and select safe ground, how to install warning nets, how to create flames with small fires, and how to use fire pits and hard objects to defend against underground attacks.

The women soldiers realized they knew very little, obediently following Randy's instructions and performing various menial tasks. Thinking about leaving the forest the next day, everyone was happy.

The following evening, the two groups of women soldiers, after some close calls, finally left the forest.

They had suffered heavy losses but successfully completed their mission, earning praise from their commander. Dami offered to become military rations, but considering Dami's experience as a female officer and the unstable situation requiring experienced personnel, the commander rejected her request.

Meanwhile, Randy and the magician brought back important intelligence. This strange intelligence caught the commander's attention. After much deliberation, he decided to be cautious and report the matter to Her Majesty the Queen…

These past few days I've been so busy with the holiday and coming-of-age ceremony that I almost forgot I was supposed to come to class. Walking into the small office, Makoto's private office, I realized I hadn't seen her for days. Makoto was glaring at me resentfully when I saw her.

After the coming-of-age ceremony, I officially became an adult. These past few days I've really had my way with a lot of women, including my mother and many female officials. They're very satisfied with me, and having been pent up for years, I've naturally been very unrestrained, so forgetting about Makoto is perfectly normal.

Makoto has been looking forward to my coming-of-age for a long time. I often tease her, making her feel aroused but afraid to have sex with me, only able to relieve her physical discomfort by sucking my penis. This time, after not playing with her body for a few days, it's not surprising she's looking at me like that.

"Your Highness~~~~" Makoto threw down her books, pouted, and walked up to me. "You have less than six months left before graduation. If you don't get enough credits and fail the exams, Makoto will be tortured to death. Can you really bear to see a genius girl like that end up like that?!"

"Makoto, don't look at me like that. I'll let you have your fill today, okay?" I didn't hold back and picked her up, tearing off her skirt and bra.

"Your Highness, we still have class. This is the final sprint stage. You must study hard." Makoto pushed me away with her hands, covering her breasts with one hand, looking panicked. "This is not allowed...

Ouch!"

If I really paid attention in class, Makoto would probably bite my hand like a puppy.

Her eyes flashed with resentment and dissatisfaction. If I did anything to displease her, she might pounce on me and rape me at any time.

I sat down in the chair, made her spread her legs and hug me, and took out my penis and pressed it against her vagina.

"Your Highness, no, we still have...class." Saying this, Makoto shoved her nipple into my mouth, lubricating the tip of my penis with the oozing nectar. Her vagina, which I had been playing with for so long, naturally opened and easily took my penis in. "Ugh...Your Highness...you're so naughty."

After a few thrusts, her vagina swallowed some of my penis, and I felt it hitting her hymen. Makoto then forcefully sat down, taking my penis deep inside her. This immediately caused her pain, and she dared not move.

What an impatient beast! I caressed her delicate body up and down. After a while, she recovered and began to move up and down like in the book. Having been tormented by my fingers for over a year, today she could finally taste my penis, and she excitedly gripped me tightly, maintaining the superior position.

Makoto was a girl who loved studying but also enjoyed sports. She had a full, well-proportioned figure, with shapely, strong legs that gripped my penis tightly, rising and falling rhythmically. The pain of losing her virginity couldn't dampen her excitement.

I didn't stop her; Makoto had long been my chosen sex slave, and it was rare for her to be so aroused, so letting her enjoy my penis was no big deal. Makoto was an excellent student, and naturally, she was also good at sex and cooking, though more theoretical than practical.

While kneading Makoto's breasts, I occasionally thrust into her.

Her first orgasm came quickly, without a particularly intense reaction; she simply slumped weakly in my arms, allowing me to gently caress her and make some teasing gestures. Makoto smiled happily.

When her orgasm subsided, she didn't have much strength left to satisfy my penis. After a few weak movements, she went limp in my arms. I swept all the books off the table, pressed Makoto down, and gave her a powerful thrust. Although I was enjoying a shrunken penis, Makoto was still a virgin, and after a few thrusts, she was wide open again, limbs limp.

"Makoto, what are we going to learn today?" I vented my frustration, suddenly finding this kind of lesson quite interesting. I'll maintain this state in all future lessons, making my teachers obediently listen, lecturing me with a mixture of shyness and arousal.

"Mmm..." Makoto, with her back to me, pinned to my penis, gave me a coquettish glance, picked up her book, "Today... Oh, no, don't move, today we're going to... Your Highness, how can I teach like this?"

"It's alright, just talk about whatever comes to mind." I kneaded Makoto's breasts, my penis constantly thrusting against her cervix, "Let's begin."

Makoto, her thoughts in disarray, quickly opened her book, "Um, today, we're going to... the graduation ceremony for nobles."

"Are there separate graduation ceremonies for men and women?"

"Yes, hurry up, for men, it's different from women's. Don't move, Your Highness, Makoto can't continue."

Makoto, having just lost her virginity, was being subjected to such prolonged lewd play, and was starting to become incoherent. It seems I'll need to have a few more lessons to get her used to it.

"Okay, I won't move. You continue." I made my penis bigger, and her newly opened vagina was filled again.

Makoto writhed restlessly on my penis, using her soft flesh to grip and suck on it.

"Makkoto, I'm not moving anymore, can we start the lesson now?" I suppressed a laugh and placed my hand on her waist, making it impossible for Makoto to move.

"Mmm, Your Highness, fucking Makoto like this, it's uncomfortable." Unable to move, Makoto kept contracting her vagina, gripping my penis tightly, but it still couldn't relieve the discomfort.

There was no way around it; it was my first time making love with Makoto, and she hadn't gotten used to this teaching method yet. I made Makoto lie face down on the table, and then thrust violently again. After two consecutive orgasms, I released my semen, filling her lower abdomen as a reward for her hard work in teaching me for over a year. However, Makoto was completely lying face down on the table.

The limp and powerless Makoto used a few books to prop up her buttocks, preventing the semen from leaking out.

"Makkoto, are you going to the semen station?" I understood her thoughts at a glance.

"Yes, Your Highness, Makoto also wanted to go to the semen collection station, but I never thought it would be to deliver semen." Makoto happily stroked her lower abdomen, feeling warm. "It's so warm, I really want to keep it for myself."

"Then you can keep it for yourself." I shrugged.

"No, that won't do. If all women were this selfish, society would face annihilation, and there wouldn't be so many people serving the country." Makoto smiled charmingly, then leaned in front of my penis, lovingly licking it all over. "This belongs to Makoto herself."

"Good girl, I'll have someone get a pregnancy support frame. Go to the sperm bank now."

"Yes. Your Highness isn't satisfied yet, is she? The principal is in her office, and there are a few teachers having a meeting there. Your Highness can go find them. If Your Highness is hungry, there are classes in the cooking classroom downstairs. Your Highness can choose a few students to try." "Hmm

, I'm a little hungry. I'll go find a classmate to try."

"As for today's class, it's very important to Your Highness. Makoto, can you come to Your Highness's house for tutoring?"

"Sure, come over and tutor me tonight." I ruffled Makoto's hair and left.

"Thank you, Your Highness." December 7th, Chapter Thirty-Two: Cooking.

Women on the planet Nini Lanxiu are educated from a young age to serve the nobility and contribute to the nation. The vast majority of their children are shared with other women, so selfishness is considered shameful.

Mother-daughter and sister relationships tend to be cohabitation. Many women are unwilling to raise children themselves because children are too troublesome and take up much of their work and leisure time. Therefore, women can board their children in state-run childcare and education institutions. They see each other daily or every few days, going out to play and work together.

Statistics show that children raised in professional childcare and education institutions have a significantly higher level of teamwork than those raised independently, with food expenses reduced by 30%, time consumption reduced by 90%, and family income increased by 86%. They are also more loving and responsible, and have a much higher sense of social acceptance and adaptability.

Women who give birth also receive a substantial annual population contribution reward from the state for each child until the child turns twelve. Having two children essentially equates to a commoner's annual salary. This allows them to live a comfortable life, pursue pleasures, or travel.

Due to these numerous benefits, a few women who wish to raise children will dedicate their rest time to playing with them, while others are sent to the state for education. They live a carefree and enjoyable life until they feel old or have had enough fun, at which point they are slaughtered. Of course, if given the opportunity to interact with men, they readily relinquish everything. Their property is confiscated by the state annually.

Women typically receive education until the age of twelve, after which they graduate and enter the workforce, give birth, or are slaughtered. Generally, women who haven't graduated are considered minors. Adult nobles are not allowed to select their "food" at school, as it is generally believed that women lack autonomy before adulthood, rendering their voluntary participation invalid.

However, if a man also hasn't graduated, he is not considered a noble. This is seen as a double negative, meaning that since neither party has autonomy, society does not interfere in matters within the school.

So before I graduate, I can choose any classmate to be my "ingredients."

Sky Blue School is huge, with each age group's education existing independently. The female animals range from newborns to soon-to-graduates. Each age group has its own large two-story teaching building.

The younger female animals haven't developed yet; their meat, besides being tender, lacks the unique flavor of a woman, and even half-cooked meat has no chewiness. Besides, now that I can have sex with female animals, undeveloped ones are rather boring.

I like the taste of animals that start developing at eleven, although they are petite and have less meat, it's very tender. The only drawback is that their breasts are all small; those the size of a fist are considered large, and there's not much breast tissue inside, making them similar to other meat when cooked. The breasts of twelve-year-old female animals begin to develop, and the breasts of a few well-developed female animals are already quite delicious.

The cooking classes for female animals usually have very little about female animal cuisine, only common methods like skewering and grilling, stuffing and baking, and dismembering and steaming, because the female animals themselves don't eat much meat; only women who serve men attend female animal cooking classes.

Men don't attend cooking classes unless they crave meat. In such cases, they can choose one or two female animals to prepare and butcher during class, as only the school cafeteria and other facilities have adequate kitchens. They can also request teachers or other students to suspend their studies and assist them. However, their attendants usually include skilled cooks, so the other female animals often attend classes as normal.

According to official statistics, it's best to have other female animals watching and even assisting when butchering female animals. Providing them with practical demonstrations of their training makes them feel close to being slaughtered, and under the teacher's orders, they cannot disobey the man's will, even if they are unwilling. Therefore, watching and assisting nobles in slaughtering is encouraged in schools, factories, and restaurants.

Regularly witnessing the slaughter of familiar people helps women overcome their fear of being slaughtered, and 30% of women who witness it more than three times develop pleasurable sexual fantasies about being slaughtered, significantly increasing the percentage of women who assist by 8 to 15 percentage points. The least effective way to watch is the manufacturing process in a factory, followed by manual slaughtering at a restaurant gathering, while the most effective is the pleasurable slaughtering after male stimulation.

Watching skilled men manually slaughter female animals during orgasm, 83% of the women present were willing to be slaughtered within the past year.

Arriving at the cooking classroom on the edge of the first floor, the female animals were learning how to prepare fruits and vegetables.

They were delighted to see me, and news of my coming-of-age ceremony had already spread. This meant they had the opportunity to be favored and slaughtered by me today.

"Your Highness, are you here to select female animals?" The female instructor bowed respectfully to me, and the animals quickly returned the bow.

I nodded. "You continue your lesson; I will choose at my own pace. If I select any, you can assist in the slaughter."

"Yes." The female animals continued their lesson, but they were all excited.

"Then let's continue. This fruit is called the Danxin Peach. The pit of the Danxin Peach is red, like a round pill, hence the name. Everyone should eat this often; it's delicious whether eaten directly or used in cooking," the female instructor demonstrated, holding up a fruit.

The female teacher had short, neat hair and wore a low-cut, one-shoulder bra that opened in the front. Clearly, she was quite confident in her breasts when she was with the group of animals; her breasts squeezed out of the bra, revealing a pink nipple that was barely visible. Her flat stomach was exposed. She wore a short, low-waisted, bodycon skirt that barely covered her buttocks with a strip of fabric. With a slight bend, her short, light brown pubic hair was revealed.

"First, use a knife to cut off the top, then cut it open… then cut it open…" The young, beautiful teacher froze as my hand lifted her skirt, exposing her entire buttocks.

I whispered to her, "Continue the lesson."

"Yes, yes… then take out the clitoris…" My hand touched her vulva, finding it still not wet enough. After a couple of strokes, I gave up teasing her and turned to walk into the classroom.

The teacher sighed in relief and continued her lesson, though she seemed somewhat distracted. The students, however, didn't notice; their minds were equally scattered.

Most of the animals were wearing school uniforms, their flat chests being their weakness, but their tender buttocks and thighs were clearly more appetizing.

When I held Yue in my arms, I thought the animals' chests were quite impressive, but compared to these ordinary animals, the Crown Prince's figure seemed incredibly voluptuous; even twenty-year-old female animals might not be as spectacular.

I checked them row by row, first caressing their inner thighs, then their tender vulvas, rubbing their clitoris a few times, and finally pinching their small buttocks, spending an average of one minute checking each animal.

When I checked a short-haired female animal, she actually orgasmed during my examination. Only then did I pay serious attention to this animal; her round, tender, and very elastic buttocks were noticeably larger than the other animals. When I touched her anus, she sensitively clamped my fingers between her legs.

That's her—an S-class animal with a beautiful buttocks and vulva. I couldn't help but smugly praise myself; I'd found another top-quality ingredient.

I picked her up and placed her on the chopping board, spread her buttocks, and pulled out my penis, pressing it against her vagina from behind. I forcefully filled her with the sweet juices of her orgasm. This female beast truly lived up to her S-class ass; although it was difficult and she groaned in pain, it was only the pain and fullness of her hymen being pierced and bleeding.

The female beasts and teachers in the class stopped, gradually forming a circle to watch me fuck their classmate. They whispered cautiously, half out of envy, half out of worry that she might be fucked to death before she was properly dealt with.

Although I was only three years older than them, I had practiced eating female beasts for a long time, making me much taller than the twelve-year-old female beasts. Even the teacher was almost two heads shorter than me. This underage female beast appeared particularly petite beneath me. My thick penis was almost as thick as their forearms; female beasts who hadn't experienced it firsthand could hardly imagine how her body could swallow it.

In the cooking class, the female animal I pinned to the cutting board groaned, sometimes in pain, sometimes in pleasure. Perhaps knowing she was about to be devoured, she was particularly excited, expressing both pain and pleasure without restraint.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't satisfy me. After three orgasms, she was too exhausted and lay limply on the cutting board. I grabbed the female instructor and pinned her down on the cutting board to deflower her, but that still didn't work. I had no choice but to call in the waiting battle maidens. I fucked two of them before I ejaculated. After all, unlike Makoto and Tsuki, they weren't my closest female animals, and I didn't need to give them special treatment.

The battle maiden, who had received my semen, was hung upside down and carried out.

I placed the limp beast on the chopping board. She was somewhat frightened. "Your Highness, how will you prepare me?"

I smiled and took off her clothes. "How do you want me to eat you?"

"I... I'm afraid I'll struggle. Can you tie me up?" The beast's eyes were filled with tears, worried that she might do something to displease me at the last moment.

"Don't be afraid. I like you. You will definitely try your best, right? What's your name?"

"My name is Nini, Your Highness. I will definitely try my best. Come on, Your Highness, Nini is ready." The beast Nini took a few deep breaths, lay herself flat, and nervously gripped the edge of the chopping board.

"What a good female beast. You will definitely taste delicious."

I took the hair removal lotion from the classroom and smeared it all over her body, then kept teasing her. After a while, I rinsed her with water, and her body was clean. Two guards who were also skilled in cooking surrounded me and assisted me. They skillfully started a fire, prepared knives and seasonings, and cut some available vegetables and fruits as ingredients.

The female animals watched nervously as I prepared Nini. They were clearly excited; if they were to take Nini's place and I were to butcher her, more than half of them wouldn't refuse.

Preparing beautiful meat with my own hands is my hobby, especially with living female animals.

Nini's legs opened and closed repeatedly under my skillful manipulation. She remained highly aroused, with drops of her own juices occasionally falling onto the cutting board, making the surrounding female animals envious. Many had already begun masturbating.

Feeling it was about time, I flicked Nini's clitoris. She screamed, her lower abdomen arching back, and a thin stream of juice spurted from her vulva. I took the knife and pointed it slightly below her sternum, dragging it to create a thin line from her sternum to her vulva, which quickly turned red and opened.

Two guards, one on each side, separated Nini's belly. I reached inside and scooped it up, the knife cutting swiftly. Nini's orgasm had just subsided; her abdomen was empty except for her heart, lungs, uterus, and ovaries.

I grabbed all the internal organs—liver, stomach, intestines, spleen, kidneys, etc.—and placed them in a side trough. A guard took over and dissected the various organs.

The knife, enhanced by my internal energy, was incredibly sharp. It severed the pubic bone, completely opening Nini's lower body, exposing her uterus, vagina, and so on. The knife precisely cut into the junction of the femur and pelvis, severing the joints. With a few more strokes, her right leg was completely severed, followed by her left.

Live-slaughtered female animals bleed quickly, and I had to dissect her before she lost consciousness; only then would the meat taste good. Most female animals wanted to see themselves being dismembered and cooked. Only a few, particularly afraid of pain, wished to be killed first.

"Your Highness is so fast!"

"Yeah, last time I dissected a chick, it took me half an hour, sweating buckets. Nini's already been mostly dissected so quickly."

"Is this the legendary 'Quick and Beautiful Slaughter'?"

"Yes, only a highly skilled chef, very familiar with the female animal's body, can do it. It's said to be very painless, and you're very conscious and comfortable."

"So exciting! I want it too!"

The female animals chattered louder and louder, excitedly watching Nini transform from a female animal like themselves into dismembered meat. The artistic slaughtering technique captivated them. This successful demonstration would greatly increase their willingness to accept slaughter and their sexual fantasies.

Nini's arms and breasts had been dismembered. She was weak, but still looked at me consciously. A lot of blood flowed from beneath her, constantly dripping into the sink from the blood groove under the chopping board. Two war maiden guards, one began to stir-fry the sliced meat and side dishes, while the other quickly sliced the rest of the meat into thin slices. Several female beasts, under the command of the war maidens guards, helped to separate Nini's internal organs. They were so careful, as if afraid of hurting her.

I put down my work, cupped her face, and kissed her. "Does it hurt?"

"A little... Your Highness, is Nini's flesh... good?" As the slaughter continued, Nini began to feel increasing pain. Although it was only for a short time, she had difficulty speaking due to excessive blood loss.

"Nini's meat is all A-grade. It must taste delicious. Nini is a strong female beast, she doesn't move at all. Sleep, it won't hurt if you sleep." "

...Mmm." Nini closed her eyes, a smile on her face.

I severed her neck with a single stroke.

Soon, Nini's flesh was presented as dishes before me: vinegar-braised liver tips, quick-cooked pork ribs, nine-times-preserved tangerine peel ribs, blanched pork slices, dry-pot pork intestines, curry buttocks, tender breast and bamboo shoots, and more than a dozen other dishes filled the table. The maids served me half of each dish, and the rest were distributed to the female beasts present.

"Mmm, so delicious."

"Nini's meat is so delicious, much better than canned meat."

"It's incomparable! Nini was alive just ten minutes ago. How can you compare it to canned meat?"

"How wonderful it would be if I could become that delicious too." A female animal looked at her breasts with self-consciousness.

"I also want to grow up and become an A-grade ingredient for His Highness to eat in the future." ...

Chapter Thirty-Three: How to Play with Centaurs

After eating my fill, I left the cooking classroom and continued to stroll around the campus.

Sky Blue School is very large, with all kinds of facilities, from the stadium to the swimming pool, from the tennis court to the beach volleyball court, as well as the playground, football field, large comprehensive restaurant, library, memorial hall, gardens of various sizes, breeding area, centaur barracks, empty nest (where birdmen live), shooting range, small racetrack, gladiatorial arena, training room, torture chamber, solitary confinement cell, workshop-style slaughterhouse, and a small forest for outdoor combat.

It can be said that SkyBlue School possesses all the facilities found in SkyBlue City, except for the commercial district, elite stations, and temples, only on a different scale. This allows underage girls to experience the full spectrum of society beforehand. After graduating, they will find the outside world similar to, or even better than, the inside, thus adapting quickly to society.

SkyBlue School restricts the number of centaurs allowed, especially for wealthy women from well-off families. They don't usually ride centaurs themselves, only using the school's public centaur carriages. After all, when excited, their own centaurs, lacking specialized training, could easily collide with others while running around the school, and constantly riding centaurs would be detrimental to the school's atmosphere of equality and unity.

Therefore, apart from men who can ride centaurs and guards freely within the school, others can only use public centaur carriages or pay the school to recruit and train centaurs as temporary mounts.

Centaurs can attend most courses together, paying only a small fee for transportation.

This is a benefit centaurs receive at the school, as survival is more difficult for them than for humans. They usually come to SkyBlue City with little property and rely on intermediaries for employment.

For example, restaurants can't accommodate horsemen walking around serving customers, and they can't model clothes in clothing stores, since they don't wear clothes themselves. Production is even less suitable, as they would require a lot of space to work.

Therefore, horsemen mostly participate in transportation and military industries, such as portering, public carriages, personal transportation (riding alone), delivery, postal services, and military mounts.

After wandering around for a while, I felt that walking in a place like the school was a waste of time. Just then, a patrol of horsemen passed by, and the guards summoned them all.

This group of six horsemen, clearly not yet adults, were taller and stronger than the petite Rama. Their budding breasts stood high, showing their good physique, and their strong, powerful bodies were covered with long, fine hair.

All six centaurs were well-trained at the school; though it was just a simple walk, they marched in neat formation, composed and dignified.

"Honorable nobles, it is an honor to serve you,"

one of my war maiden guards stepped forward. "This is the Third Prince, His Highness Kui."

The six centaurs bowed in unison. "His Highness Kui."

"Hmm, no need for formalities. I'd like to stroll around the school a bit more. You can be my mounts. I'll ride one, and the two of you can share one, that'll be just right." I grabbed the centaur with the largest breasts, flipped myself onto it, and mounted.

Each centaur had no saddle, but each had a leather strap connecting their abdomen to the horse's body, allowing them to hold onto it and avoid falling off.

The centaur I was riding was excited, carefully standing upright, and only slowly moving forward after I was settled.

"Your Highness, where would you like to go?"

"A stroll along the way, let's go." I patted her rump, and she immediately leaped off, the other centaurs following closely behind.

"How old are you? What's your name?" I reached under her ribs and grasped her firm breasts. They were quite large; even after I grabbed them, there was still some left to hold. The centaur's upper body was like that of an ordinary woman, but her lower body was connected to her horse's body. This centaur had long, flowing, beige hair, long, full arms, and very firm breasts; one could imagine that after giving birth, she would be a milk-producing horse.

"My name is Ellie, and I'm eighteen years old." The centaur seemed slightly nervous, her arms stiffly raised so as not to interfere with my caressing of her large breasts.

"Are you from the northern grasslands?"

"Yes, Your Highness, I've been in Skyblue City for over four years."

"Oh, have you had children?"

"Not yet. The cost of going to the sperm bank is very high, and raising children is also expensive."

"Raising children? Doesn't Skyblue Kingdom offer a childbirth subsidy?"

"Yes, but raising centaurs is more complex and demanding than raising ordinary humans. Other expenses are also higher, and we need to subsidize some money for the schools ourselves, so I want to save more money before having children." This was the

first time I'd heard of this. I only knew that centaurs had a harder time surviving than humans, but it turns out that in addition to job choices, there are also difficulties related to childbirth.

Skyblue Kingdom treats humans and centaurs equally. The childbirth subsidy for one human is equivalent to half a year's salary for an ordinary person. Having two children would significantly improve their lives, and the cost of raising children is mostly subsidized by the state through tax revenue to schools.

Centaurs face a much greater challenge in this regard. Larger than humans, their daily energy expenditure exceeds that of humans, and due to work restrictions, their income remains at the level of ordinary people, making it difficult for them to save money. If they have another child, they must cover the difference in childcare and education costs themselves.

However, this also has its advantages. Stronger centaurs who wish for a better life can only join the army, where benefits and subsidies are higher than for civilians, and they don't need to worry as much. Correspondingly, they need to undergo more training and discipline, and also have their own "master."

To force centaurs who cherish freedom to join the army, this relatively unfair method is naturally necessary. Understanding this, I didn't feel comfortable saying anything more to her.

"Is the grassland fun?"

"Hmm... not really. Just endless grass and rolling hills, a few cattle and sheep, but other supplies are scarce; we have to trade with merchants. We sisters are used to human cities, and we don't want to go back."

"Oh, then why do those nobles like to be lords on the grasslands?"

Ellie's face flushed. "Well... because centaurs have long, strong vaginas. I heard some nobles with strong desires often fuck human women until they're bloodied and bruised, which they find disappointing... so... so... they prefer centaurs with high endurance. And they can easily buy what they need from big cities."

"Hmm~~~" I understood those nobles a little. Like me, I had to be very careful every time I fucked a woman, lest I tear her vagina. And when fucking small women or virgins, I had to shrink my penis.

But there were many nobles with long, thick penises; they couldn't shrink theirs. Besides, how many nobles were willing to do enough foreplay and patiently tease each time? The result was a bloody mess and screams, which is no surprise. It also wasted a lot of precious semen, so it's not surprising that they developed a liking for centaurs over time.

However, the strength of centaurs and the strength of nobles are mutually reinforcing. Only strong nobles enjoy centaurs, and their offspring are naturally strong, and strong offspring need strong nobles to fuck them…

Hmm, that's starting to entice me. I think of my mother, a female beast who gave birth to over a dozen children; even she was brought to tears by my fucking, almost dying to escape my torment. Let alone the other female beasts. It seems that to truly enjoy myself, I might have to try with centaurs.

"Besides fucking and slaughtering centaurs, what other entertainment do they have?" I find it hard to imagine. On the grasslands, everything has to be transported from the city; don't they get tired of it? What do they do after they've had their fill of fucking?

"Hmm... Centaurs and humans are quite different in size, so... there are many ways to play with them..." Ellie's face was flushed, clearly she had overheard these words during a conversation, but asking her to promote her own benefits to men seemed a bit like self-praise.

I chuckled and encouraged her, "It's okay, tell me, if you pique my interest, I might try it on you."

"Really!" Ellie became excited, slowing her pace to let her companions catch up, "Well, Your Highness wants to know about the ways to play with centaurs, let's explain it to Your Highness."

Obviously, she was worried that she was too nervous and wouldn't explain it well, so she wanted her companions to add to it.

"Is Your Highness interested in centaurs? We centaurs have many benefits. Our centaur meat is very chewy, Your Highness has tried it?" The other centaurs were also very happy, one after another.

"Our centaur's pussy is very long, and we can control it ourselves, it's very durable, even people with small dicks will find it very tight, if Your Highness wants to try it, we are all willing to let Your Highness fuck us."

One of her companions hit her, indicating that she had said something wrong. "Your Highness, Ellen didn't mean that. She meant that any man can fuck our centaurs' cunts."

"The nobles of the grasslands like to slaughter centaurs themselves."

"Yes, they think centaurs are bigger than humans, and their internal organs are bigger too, so they can really enjoy rummaging through them."

"Hmm, our anuses are also very spacious. Some nobles like to fill the bellies of a dozen centaurs with water, then pull out the plugs to make a fountain. It's said to be very spectacular, no less impressive than a fountain in a park." "

Our intestines are also very long and strong. Some nobles use centaur intestines to make nooses to hang human female animals. You know, the kind where they hang the centaur very high..."

"Oh, no, I've seen it. They build a high platform, then take a section of intestine from the anus and wrap it around the human's neck, then tie it to one side or calculate the longest distance of the intestine, letting the female animal use her weight to pull the centaur's intestines out, and finally hang her just a little distance from the ground."

"And another thing, some nobles hang centaurs upside down, then cut their necks to make showerheads in the bathroom. After washing, they rinse them clean with water. It's said that some nobles find this very enjoyable, or they release the blood of three or four centaurs at the same time to fill a bathtub."

"I heard that some nobles even hollow out the internal organs of the largest centaurs to make bathtubs..." a shy centaur added in a low voice.

"Only a few can do that. Our bodies are only good for making bathtubs for toddlers," another centaur rejected her unrealistic idea.

"Some war-loving nobles often make centaurs fight each other, and their weapons are all kinds of long weapons with barbs. They stab the centaurs deep into their genitals, then spin them around a few times and pull them out, pulling out a lot of internal organs and intestines from behind."

"I know, once a centaur was hung upside down and sawed open from the middle of his stomach with a long saw. Blood and intestines stained the ground red." "

And another time, a centaur who made a mistake was tied up front and back, and ten centaurs pulled her from the front and back, tearing her in half." "

The most outrageous one I've heard of was a nobleman who had a mage compress a fireball ten times and force it into a centaur's vagina. Most of the centaur's body was blown up like fireworks, scattering all over the racetrack."

The six centaurs introduced the advantages and gameplay of their race one after another. And the more they talked, the more excited they became, as if they weren't talking about themselves. The various extremely cruel methods of slaughter became more and more natural, clearly showing that they longed for such brutal methods of slaughter.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Hares and Horses.

Six centaurs, brimming with excitement, recounted various cruel methods of slaughter, which, in essence, were enhanced versions of human female livestock. They adapted to high-intensity, more brutal methods of slaughter and manipulation, and also enjoyed the intense desires and even ruthlessness of nobles. Trampling them mercilessly underfoot, hacking them to pieces, they felt this was the mark of a true man, their conqueror. To be played with or even slaughtered by such a man was a great honor.

Humans, on the other hand, preferred relatively gentler methods of manipulation and slaughter. Ideally, there should be some tender foreplay before interaction. They also revered swift and beautiful slaughter, preferring to be killed at orgasm or after gratification. If neither was possible, being killed first and then slaughtered was acceptable. They preferred a differentiated approach during manipulation and slaughter, with varied methods to make themselves feel unique. Most humans were resistant to cruel slaughter. They wanted their bodies to be fully utilized and were dissatisfied with the waste of their flesh, especially the fate of dying in battle and being left to rot in the wilderness.

Mermaids are more delicate than humans. They prefer artistic methods of slaughter, even giving their squirting an artistic name: "Firework Surge." Their genitals and anus are usually tightly concealed, making them virtually invisible. Mermaids who are pierced should ideally possess certain techniques to achieve painless piercing—a method that is both aesthetically pleasing and provides a sense of conquest without pain. When I dissected Kaiyi, she went from voluntarily to desperately wanting to die. Many mermaids are like Kaiyi, afraid of pain. Karuru is also very afraid of pain; she hesitates greatly about top-tier dishes like pierced grilled fish and sashimi with hot oil. Only a few mermaids can tolerate these dishes, greatly limiting their choice of ingredients.

The centaur described various cruel slaughter methods, which delighted me. My ten battle maidens and magician guards, however, were terrified. Accustomed to being by my side, having heard and witnessed my various slaughter methods, which were mostly quick and beautiful, their fear upon hearing of so many brutal methods was understandable.

Although they are very strong, it doesn't mean they enjoy this type of slaughter and manipulation; after all, they are still human. If they had a choice, they would prefer to be sucked dry by me, even if their beautiful flesh only becomes animal feed, at least they die in my arms, and it would be very comfortable.

Different places have different customs, and different levels of understanding and tolerance.

The people on the grasslands are fierce, and while Ellie and the others enjoy the hustle and bustle of the city, their primitive customs and preferences don't mean that city dwellers will accept them. They are careful not to let humans know about these customs to avoid being seen as different, and try their best to adapt to human lifestyles and gentler methods of slaughter. This time, with an esteemed listener eager to learn about them, it's understandable that my guards are terrified by the various cruelest methods of slaughter I've described.

I've remained silent with a smile, but my silence itself is a message; they all understand that I actually accept these things.

Nobles who have long slaughtered female animals often harbor a dark side. Even I, when toying with Celine and her daughter, took pleasure in shattering their spirits. When dissecting Kaiyi, I would forcibly dissect her. Even with my most beloved Yue, sometimes I wanted to eat her alive. Now that I think about it, those nobles who went to live on the grasslands were truly passionate; they could unleash their desires without restraint.

"Your Highness, would you like to play with centaurs? Our bodies are available for Your Highness to experience at will." Seeing my interest, they eagerly began to promote themselves.

"Yes, you don't need to consider our feelings."

"Hmm--" I was somewhat tempted, but due to the habits of nobles, we wouldn't immediately listen to outsiders' opinions; even if we agreed, we would respond in other ways. I sized up the six women and found they were all beautiful and well-proportioned. "You can follow me. I'll find you again when I want to play."

The delighted women immediately bowed. "Your Highness, from now on we are your livestock. We'll resign from the school immediately."

One woman eagerly approached a passing woman, explained the situation, and handed her some school-issued documents. The passing woman seemed surprised; the two women spoke, and the two guards on their backs added explanations. She reluctantly agreed, accepting the documents.

"Your Highness, I've already had the other women report to the school. From now on, we are yours." The returning woman excitedly circled me.

"Hmm, show me around the school first." My expression instantly shifted from gentle to casual and forceful. I slapped Ellie's rump without hesitation, making her stumble.

The slap showed my domineering nature, unlike my usual amiable demeanor towards strangers.

"Yes." The moment I displayed my authority, the six centaurs immediately became submissive, though their smug satisfaction revealed their satisfaction with my power.

The centaur named Allen pulled a whip from a bag and respectfully handed it to me. "Your Highness, this is a family heirloom whip, used to discipline disobedient centaurs." The

whip was clearly a long-treasured item, meticulously maintained. It was made of thin rattan interwoven with wire, producing a sharp whistling sound with a gentle flick. A single strike would hurt, and a forceful lash could easily draw blood from their horses.

It seemed the centaurs' desire to be conquered even surpassed their sexual desire. I stroked the whip, noting its exquisite craftsmanship; it must have been expensive. Looking at the centaurs' submissive and expectant eyes,

"Crack!" A whip lashed one of the centaurs' rump, sending her staggering back two steps. A shocking welt appeared on her rump, narrowly missing her genitals.

Tears welled up in the centaur's eyes immediately. She tried her best to suppress them, not daring to cry out loud. The other centaurs became even more submissive.

"Alright, let's go. Show me around the school." Although I'd been studying at Sky Blue School for several years, the school was too big, and I didn't usually have time to explore it. The recreational facilities on campus were commonplace for me.

Now that I was about to graduate, I suddenly became interested in these places.

Although I didn't know what offering a whip to one's master meant, it was probably used to lash out at disobedient vassals.

The six centaurs had found their place and began to seriously act as my guide. They had worked here for several years and had been to almost every corner of the school.

After walking for most of the day, Allen led us around most of the school. I just looked and listened to their explanations.

The facilities here weren't much different from those outside the school. Looking at the female slaves inside, who were still quite young, I had no interest in going in and playing with them. Along the way, the female slaves chatted and played, studied diligently, and exercised hard.

By evening, bored, I started my return journey.

******A female official dressed in sexy, form-fitting armor was waiting for me in my room.

The female official was 1.7 meters tall, with shoulder-length black hair, which she always tied up to avoid hindering her movements. She was tall and voluptuous, strong and agile, her breasts well-proportioned and encased in soft armor. She was very protective of her figure; I had only touched them a few times. Her firm abdomen revealed a few shallow abdominal muscles when she strained. A low-waisted leggings covered her thighs, and a short sword hung from her belt. Her skirt armor slightly concealed her genitals, and she wore high-heeled soft boots that reached her calves, giving her a dashing and heroic appearance.

She was my personal tactical and martial arts instructor, and also my liaison between my mother and me; her name was Yu Mei. She was an outstanding disciple of the Jade Maiden Sect, the leader of the Yu generation.

Yu Mei was already twenty-two years old, very beautiful, but among many beauties, her resolute and imposing presence was more striking than her looks. She always appeared serious and vigilant in front of others, rarely smiling.

Yu Mei was incredibly strong. Before I advanced to the fifth level of the Dragon Emperor's Hidden Absorption Divine Skill, her strength far surpassed mine. She was also the only one who dared to truly fight me. Every time she taught me martial arts, she used real combat, bullying me terribly—it was precisely because of this that my mother appointed her as my main martial arts instructor.

After I advanced to the fifth level, as my strength increased, my fights with Yu Mei began to become more balanced, but she never said anything, neither praising nor criticizing me.

Over time, I gradually came to understand her. She was just extremely competitive, unaccustomed to apologizing, and never admitted defeat. Even her concern was expressed through bullying.

This happened once when I was defeated in a fit of anger, and I said, "I'm going to impale you, tie you up in the room, play with you until I'm satisfied, and then eat you up little by little."

She was stunned for a while, and finally said, "As long as you can defeat me, you can do whatever you want with me." After saying that, she left early that day.

I thought about it for a long time, and then I often used this kind of treatment to stimulate her, but she didn't

seem unhappy at all. Occasionally, I could even see wetness in her vulva, and then I understood. Yu Mei stood next to my collection shelf, holding a briefing, looking calm and serious.

She had been waiting for quite a while. I observed her with amusement. What had she been doing in my room for so long?

Under my gaze, her eyes darted around, seemingly uneasy. She stood straight, unconsciously clutching the briefing in her hand.

I noticed that under the cover of her skirt armor, a thick white handkerchief was wrapped around her genitals. It would be exposed with the slightest movement, standing out particularly against the dark blue leg armor. I noticed this strange groin protector at a glance. Noticing that

I had noticed her strange lower body attire, Yu Mei blushed slightly, lowered the document in her hand, and covered herself.

I suddenly realized what was going on and gestured for the maids behind me to leave the room.

In the vast room, only the two of us remained. I walked up to her. "Teacher Yumei, do you have something urgent to report to me?"

I deliberately emphasized the word "urgent."

Yumei said seriously, "Her Majesty the Queen has instructed me to inform His Highness that although His Highness has not yet been granted the title of Marquis, he has passed his coming-of-age ceremony and can begin to build his own armed forces..."

I walked behind Yumei, playfully inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

Her pretty face flushed, and her breathing became slightly erratic.

"And then?" I reached for her waist and took the short sword from it.

Yumei usually kept her sword with her at all times and didn't like others touching it—a tradition of the Jade Maiden Sect. However, this time she glanced at it but didn't react at all. I became even more certain of my guess.

"Her Majesty the Queen suggests that you can first establish your own knightly order, and she can help you cover part of the expenses."

In other words, this was just a suggestion; it had been drafted as a proposal but had not yet been officially announced.

"Why did you rush to tell me?" I reached between Yu Mei's legs, caressing the smooth, firm inside of her thighs.

Normally, if I wanted to violate her like this, I would have to fight, knock her to the ground, stomp on her back, and leave her lying there powerless to resist, allowing me to freely examine and caress her.

Today, Yu Mei's body was stiff, yet she made no move to resist, as if unaware that my hand was only an arm's length away from her vulva, and that I was still exploring upwards. "Because the situation is somewhat tense right now, and several kinds of dangerous insects have appeared in the northern forests, in large numbers, and we don't know if they are related to Grand Duke Tom. Her Majesty the Queen and several high-ranking nobles believe that we should take precautions as soon as possible, and Your Highness can also begin to build your own army as soon as possible."

I suddenly grabbed her crotch cover and ripped it off. Yu Mei cried out in surprise and squeezed her legs together. I looked down and saw that the silk crotch cover was more than half soaked with her honey.

"I'm asking you why you rushed over here in such a hurry," I asked casually, smelling the crotch cover and tossing it aside.

These matters aren't actually urgent. After all, the power of the high-ranking nobles and Her Majesty the Queen is immense. Even if Grand Duke Tom were to rebel now, he'd still be hundreds of miles away from attacking Sky Blue City. Sky Blue City alone could wipe him out five times over.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Taming the Arrogant Yu

Mei. Yu Mei finally started to panic. I had just had my coming-of-age ceremony and could finally have sex with women, and she couldn't wait to come to me with the Queen's unannounced decree. Now I've discovered she's so aroused, she's leaking so much fluid.

The Queen Mother must have seen through her intentions before issuing the document.

She struggled a little, and I hugged her tightly. "How's my collection? Is it beautiful?"

"Ah, yes, it's beautiful." She didn't dare look at me, turning her face to the other side.

"I want you to form a knight order for me, okay?"

Yu Mei nodded shyly. "Okay."

"After I devour you, I'll keep you here too, okay?"

Yu Mei paused, then responded softly, "Okay."

"I want to fuck you, okay?"

"Okay, ah!" Yu Mei then realized I was being misleading, throwing her into disarray. Realizing she'd been tricked, she tried to struggle.

"Teacher Yu Mei, didn't you say a martial artist keeps their word? I didn't force you to agree, did I?"

"I, I, no... then come on." Yu Mei seemed to have found a reason to convince herself to be played with at my will. She buried her head on the bed and stopped moving.

She knew she was willing, but she just couldn't bring herself to agree, let alone initiate pleasure. She even came to my room with a document that wasn't urgent at all, waiting for me.

"Teacher Yu Mei, I've been playing all day, I'm very dirty, will you help me take a bath?" Trying to bury your head in the sand like an ostrich isn't so easy.

This kind of seemingly cold but actually passionate female animal, once you tear away her disguise, she becomes fiery and relentlessly enthusiastic, even more so than the average female animal, and utterly loyal. Such a fun subject, it would be a shame not to play with her properly.

Yu Mei lay face down on the bed, her hands covering her head, as if to say, "If you want to fuck me, hurry up, don't do anything unnecessary.

" "Sigh, you're the only one serving me, do you expect me to call a few more people to keep you company?"

After a while, Yu Mei realized this was a chance for her to serve me alone. She slowly got up, took off my shirt, knelt before me, and reached out to unzip my pants, my penis springing out and pointing at her nose.

Despite her hands performing acts of service, she maintained a steadfast expression, secretly sniffing my penis, her eyes conveying a "I'm being forced" look, which amused me.

I grabbed her hair, turned her head, and said, "Suck it!"

After a slight resistance, Yu Mei obediently let the penis enter her mouth. Clearly, she hadn't learned how to serve a man; she simply held the penis stiffly, letting me grab her hair and force her to suck it.

"Swallow it!"

A stream of urine shot out, and Yu Mei quickly tightened her grip on the penis, gulping it down for a while, then breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that nothing had been wasted.

"Let's go." I turned and walked into the bathroom, into the warm bath.

Yu Mei was an inner disciple of the Jade Maiden Sect, a top-tier warrior among the new generation. Because of her exceptional qualities, the Jade Maiden Sect treated her very well, practically giving her whatever she wanted. Her hundred or so disciples were far inferior to her, and no one dared disobey her orders. Naturally, this made her arrogant and domineering in her dealings with others.

She disliked social knowledge such as etiquette, art, literature, and cooking, but was extremely knowledgeable about combat.

She loved fighting and martial arts, practicing diligently and showing no mercy to anyone, even daring to hit me. She used to enjoy bullying me, a man. However, I wasn't one to be trifled with. Over three years, thanks to the relentless sacrifices of numerous noble families and temple women, I gradually surpassed her.

Someone like Yu Mei, who had been bickering with me for three years and admired the strong, gradually submitted to me after being defeated a few times. However, her arrogance made it difficult for her to utter words of surrender. Clearly, she knew she had a tendency to be "unyielding" regardless of the situation, so her clumsy excuse to wait for my return today, though abrupt, wasn't surprising.

Yu Mei obviously had no experience serving others; if it were someone more delicate, her constant rubbing would have peeled off a layer of skin long ago.

I grabbed her, pinned her to the edge of the pool, and gave her a series of brutal beatings on her buttocks. "Clumsy, you're just made for being fucked."

Yu Mei lay on the ground, too afraid to resist, curling her legs into a ball, but her reddened buttocks were raised high, the burning pain arousing her to the point of producing a honey-like fluid. Clearly, Yu Mei was a masochistic woman; her usual coldness and seriousness were merely subconscious self-protection. She didn't want others to know about this problem.

But if the object was a man with a strong ability to conquer, it was different, like me.

Her internal strength was profound; some beatings that would be cruel to ordinary women could be avoided as long as she used her internal energy to resist.

The birth rate of noble families and temples was not high. Most women who had achieved cultivation were usually isolated from society and did not have a strong desire to have children. They preferred to find female infants with good innate conditions rather than spend six or seven months giving birth. The state would not provide them with birth subsidies—no sane ruler would use these military forces as reproductive tools.

Yu Mei was a mature and voluptuous woman, still a virgin at twenty-two. She didn't understand her own nature, only acting on instinct, allowing me to bully and beat her to satisfy her desires, both physically and mentally.

Knowing her constitution, I naturally didn't hold back. I grabbed her hair and dragged her to the washbasin, took out the enema gun, and kicked Yu Mei, who was curled up again, to the ground. I grabbed one of her ankles and lifted her upside down; her limbs flailed wildly, her vulva and anus wide exposed.

I lubricated the gun head briefly, inserted it into her anus, fastened the enema lock, and threw her to the ground.

"Ugh." The feeling of being forcibly penetrated for the first time made her let out a pitiful moan. She lay on the ground, curling up again, lying on her side. The hard object inserted into her anus made her uncomfortable, but she dared not remove it.

I turned on the water inlet, and Yu Mei curled up even tighter. After a while, she had to arch her lower abdomen.

"Mmm." More and more water was flowing in, and Yu Mei began to groan in discomfort. Her lower abdomen slowly swelled, forcing her to lie on her back and try to open her legs. The water continued to gush into her body, and Yu Mei's groans grew stronger, her lower abdomen protruding high, like a woman four months pregnant. It

was her first enema, so not much water was used. I turned off the water supply and then grabbed one of her legs, dragging her to the drain, her anus facing the drain hole.

"Yu Mei, how does it feel?"

"Ah, Your Highness…it hurts so much, Yu Mei needs to go to the toilet." Even Yu Mei, with her profound internal strength, couldn't resist the bloating and pain from within.

"No need to go to the toilet, just stay here. Go ahead." I turned off the enema lock and pulled out the water gun.

"Ah, no, don't!" Yu Mei cried out, quickly tightening her anus.

A moment later, she felt even worse, sweat beading on her forehead. The large amount of water made her urge to defecate and the pain extremely intense, her anus contracting desperately.

"Go on, don't hold it in." I gently wiped her sweat, one hand lightly massaging her breast.

Yu Mei shook her head desperately, "Your Highness, please... let me go to the toilet."

"Sigh, alright, since you're so determined, the toilet's over there, go by yourself." I nodded helplessly, pointing to the other side of the bathtub. The toilet was very close to the drain, only ten steps away, but it would be very difficult for her in her current state. "But if you dare to poop on the way and dirty my bathroom, I'll strip you naked and hang you upside down at the entrance of my villa." Just

as she was feeling a little surprised, she was immediately doused with cold water. Yu Mei froze, looking at the toilet in the distance, which seemed so far away. She hesitated, enduring the increasingly difficult trembling, a drop of dirty water already flowing from her rear. She felt it was becoming increasingly unbearable; if she tried to crawl to the toilet in this state, she would very likely be dragged out and hung upside down at the villa entrance.

Yu Mei's legs began to tremble from the effort. She knew she was about to give in, but years of restraint and pride prevented her from indulging herself.

"My female livestock are always cleaned like this before slaughter, Yu Mei, are you willing? If not, I can carry you over, and I won't punish you," I whispered gently in her ear.

My words shattered her last resistance. A torrent of pale yellow fluid gushed violently from her anus, flowing rapidly down the drain. A faint smell, mixed with enema fluid, filled the air, but quickly dissipated. Yu Mei, having relieved herself in front of me, covered her

face with her hands and sobbed softly. This strong woman, who had disguised herself as tough, had completely shed her mask in front of me. I believe that no matter how I humiliate her in the future, she will gladly accept it.

I pulled her upper body into my arms, kissed her, comforted her, and praised her, while one hand massaged her stomach, and streams of fluid continued to flow from her lower body.

Yu Mei weakly clung to me, her face buried in my chest, breathing softly.

She was beginning to submit to my commands. This is a good start. Training such a unique female animal is going to be very interesting; I plan to play with her slowly later.

After a quick wash in the bath, I picked her up and carried her back to the room. I threw her onto the bed and waited for her to recover.

If I raped her immediately, she, having just given up on herself, would give in to my every whim without resistance, which would take away a lot of the fun.

Shyness and pride slowly returned to her body. Under my gaze, Yu Mei curled up on her side again, covering her full, firm breasts and genitals, burying her face under her arms, not daring to look me in the eye.

"Teacher Yu Mei, spread your legs," I ordered with a smile.

She curled up even tighter, her face buried deep in the bed.

I picked up the whip I used for training and weighed it in my hand.

'Crack!' The whip made a piercing sound, and she trembled all over.

"You disobedient female animal, stick your ass up."

Yu Mei slowly lay prone on the bed, kneeling with her buttocks raised towards me. She was willing to accept my punishment if I let her be an ostrich; she would even be happy if I tied her up. Unfortunately, I didn't want to tie her up; I wanted her to willingly reveal all her beauty.

I'd played with many female slaves' bodies, but few had such a playful personality. How could I not indulge myself?

*Crack*, Yu Mei shuddered, a whip mark appearing on her buttocks.

*Crack* *Crack* *Crack*, her buttocks reddened, the crisscrossing whip marks always very close to her vulva, causing her to shrink even tighter.

"Turn over, lie down."

Yu Mei gently lay down on her side, her arms tightly covering her face. I stepped on her knee, and she immediately stopped moving. If she continued to roll over, she would expose her vulva herself.

*Crack!* A whip mark appeared on her thigh. "Open your legs."

Yu Mei hesitated for a moment, then another lash landed on her flat stomach. She slowly parted her legs; her vulva was already very wet, glistening nectar wetting the shallow pubic hair.

I dropped the whip and lay down, my penis erect. "Sit on me!"

Looking at my indifferent face, Yu Mei slowly moved closer. Looking at my hard, menacing penis, she felt uneasy, but still parted her legs and climbed on top of me, aiming my penis at her vulva, pressing hard against her tightly closed vulva, but she couldn't sit down.

"Sit down hard, quickly."

Yu Mei mustered her courage, closed her eyes, and sat down with all her might. My penis pierced her like a sharp sword.

Her body was mature; although it filled her completely, there was only a slight tearing pain. It was just that the strange feeling of being filled that made her feel an unfamiliar fear.

"Move a little, don't be like a log. Do you still want me to serve you?" I grabbed her breast hard.

"Yes." Yu Mei trembled violently and quickly tightened her lower body. She didn't know what to do.

"You filthy beast, you don't even know how to serve a man. Didn't your mother and teachers teach you?" I pushed her down onto the bed and grabbed her breast hard.

Yu Mei turned her head away and didn't answer, trying to get away with it. I pinched her nipple, and she cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes. She responded softly, "Yes."

I pulled my penis out forcefully and then thrust it back in. Yu Mei hummed comfortably.

"Since you were taught, why won't you serve me? Don't you like being fucked by me?"

"No, no." Yu Mei quickly explained.

"No what! Don't you like me?" My face darkened.

"No, no, I like Your Highness. I'm willing..."

"Willing? Willing to what?"

"Willing... to be fucked by Your Highness." Yu Mei answered softly. If I hadn't turned my face dark, she would have found it hard to say such words.

"Good girl, lift your legs and clamp them together, I'm going to fuck you." I smiled with satisfaction and thrust hard. Yu Mei groaned with pleasure. Although it still hurt a little, seeing that I was happy, she tried her best to meet

my thrusts. As I fucked faster and faster, Yu Mei's moans became more and more seductive. "Ah, ah." The moans, whether from pleasure or pain, made the usually proud Yu Mei a little embarrassed. She tried to cover her mouth with her hand, but I grabbed her and pressed her down on the bed, my penis thrusting forcefully.

The moans were hard to stop once they started. Yu Mei tried to grit her teeth to stop the shameful cries, but the increasingly intense pleasure made her keep emitting soul-stirring moans.

"Ah~~~~" A climax made Yu Mei scream. She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her toes curled up and kicked the sheets, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was wide open. She straightened her body and enjoyed this unfamiliar pleasure.

After the climax, Yu Mei smiled with relief.

"Was it good?" I gently stroked her breasts.

"Mmm." Yu Mei hugged me tightly to express her joy, but suddenly noticed my displeased expression.

I grabbed her breast hard. "You damned bitch, I haven't even had my fill yet, and you're already thinking only of yourself!"

Yu Mei shrank back in fright, looking at me helplessly.

"Go, lie on the windowsill. I'm going to fuck you from behind!"

Yu Mei looked at the several large windows, all of which were closed, but only one had its curtains drawn. If she lay on the windowsill, the transparent glass would expose her being fucked by me to the people below, who could hear bursts of laughter and playful fighting coming from below.

Yu Mei quickly walked to the window with the curtains and lay down like a puppy. I came behind her, my penis erect, and easily thrust into her. After a few thrusts, I lifted her up and pressed her against the windowsill. Yu Mei gripped the curtains tightly. Although my thrusts aroused her, she gritted her teeth and held on tightly to the curtains.

The intense thrusting stopped. I hugged her from behind, pulled back the curtain a crack, and said, "Yu Mei, look down there. They're just like you, my slaves."

"Mmm." Yu Mei tensed up, trying to distract me, afraid I'd suddenly pull back the curtain.

"Don't you want people to know you're favored by me?" I thrust into her forcefully.

"No, no." The flustered Yu Mei didn't know how to answer.

"Then open the curtain and let them see how I'm fucking you."

"No. Your Highness."

"Open it." I thrust into her again, making her legs weak.

"No, Your Highness, please."

"Alright, if you can make me cum, I'll let you serve me alone today." I grabbed her buttocks and thrust into her from behind.

Yu Mei, afraid to make a sound, became even more sensitive. Soon, her legs went weak, and she could only cling to the window.

"If you can't take it anymore, call someone for help yourself." I gripped her waist with both hands, my penis thrusting into her rapidly, growing even larger.

"Ugh--" Yu Mei let out a ecstatic moan, but she suppressed it so much that she dared not make a sound. She could only open her mouth wide, her pretty face flushed red, her whole body convulsing in waves. A stream of honey-like fluid spurted onto her vulva, dripping down my penis.

I ignored her reaction completely and continued to fuck her hard. Soon, Yu Mei had another orgasm. This time, her legs went weak, and her whole body was squeezed between the window and me.

"How is it? Do you want someone to help?" I continued to fuck her hard.

"Ugh..." Yu Mei shook her head with difficulty, which only resulted in more violent thrusts.

After two more orgasms, Yu Mei couldn't withstand such intense stimulation. Her whole body went limp, and she fainted.

"..." She actually preferred to faint rather than have anyone see her out of control? This is getting more and more interesting.

I ordered the maids waiting outside to carry Yu Mei out to wash and rest. I summoned two maids and deflowered them, ejaculating my semen into one of them.

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