[The Devil's Law Fanfiction] (Part 5)

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Author: xiaoyanglaolang

Published on 1024 Forum on 2015/12/10

Foreword

: Well, this is the fifth fanfic of "The Devil's Law." Because I haven't had much inspiration lately, this one

has been delayed for a long . However, the plot has reached a branching point. Around the seventh chapter

, after our young master Dewey returns, he will probably set off for the Frozen Forest with old man Gandalf. Next, I should write about Queen Medusa,

Nicole. As a woman who, like Vivian, is always staying at home and lacks common sense, of course, I'll have to

properly teach her all sorts of sexual knowledge.

Of course, I must declare that this is fanfic. If there are any

issues infringing on the original author's rights, it will be deleted immediately. If it causes any unpleasant disputes, this article will also be deleted.

However, I still hope everyone enjoys reading it.

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Main Characters Introduction

Dewey: The Dewey from the original work, now with a different soul. To distinguish him, he's given the homophonic name Dewey.

He's the protagonist of this series, believing in his destiny as the protagonist and doing bad things arbitrarily. He's studied

pharmacology .

Joanna: Vivian's older sister, the Messiah reincarnation, Dewey's wife, and her teacher is the evil Green Gandoff.

She has a strong personality, completely opposite to Vivian. She's the weapon the Goddess of Light uses against Dewey.

Vivian: A fifteen-year-old level eight archmage, the Lolita reincarnation, Dewey's wife, and her teacher is the righteous White

Gandoff. Although very intelligent, she's extremely naive and innocent. She's

the weapon the Goddess of Light uses against Dewey.

Old Mad: Dewey's loyal servant. In this parallel world, he uses a drug and a spell to turn Count Raymond's

wife into his slave, but he genuinely loves the Countess.

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"Take these and fill your stomachs first."

Knowing the two hadn't eaten much, Dewey took out the homemade "compressed

food handed it to Old Mad. Old Mad gratefully accepted it. After a night of "hard work,"

he had exhausted a lot of energy and was now hungry, urgently needing to replenish his energy.

Old Mad gave half to Joanna. The icy beauty frowned slightly as she looked at the dark, cake-like

thing , but the intense hunger in her stomach made her

put this not-so-appetizing thing into her mouth.

After chewing a few times and swallowing, Joanna's brow relaxed. Although it wasn't particularly delicious, it

wasn't as bad as she had imagined, and immediately after eating it, her hunger was greatly relieved,

and her previously weak body gradually regained its strength.

"Young Master, where are we going now? Is there anyone here? Are there any wild animals? Young Master,

please be careful."

Old Mad, having regained some of his composure, immediately followed behind Dewey, chattering incessantly. He had probably been worried about

Dewey for a long time, and now that he saw him, he had a lot to say.

"Ah, don't worry, there's nothing here except for the few of us. We'll meet up with

the other and then make a raft to leave."

Dewey patted Old Mad on the shoulder, speaking confidently. He skillfully twirled Joanna's

jade , his fingers moving nimbly, performing various tricks. In Dewey's time, this was an

activity called pen spinning, used to pass the time during boring classes. Over time, Dewey had become

quite .

"You mean we'll leave here on a raft?" Joanna frowned, looking at Dewey with suspicion. "You

plan to sail the ocean on a small raft and take us back to the mainland?"

"Yes, young master, we don't know how far we are from the mainland. How can we manage on a raft?" Old Mad, though

he had never been to sea before, had seen the surging waves of the ocean from Oak's back

and wasn't very confident in Dewey's plan.

"Joanna, you can't use magic here right now, can you?" Dewey didn't answer, but instead asked

Joanna .

"So what?" Joanna replied coldly. If she could use magic here, she could have subdued Dewey the moment

she saw him. Although she knew battle aura, she rarely used it

, and her combat skills were lacking compared to magic.

"I think there's something strange about this island, suppressing your magic. Once we get a certain distance away, your magic should recover. Then you can

just use some flying magic to take us back to the mainland ," Dewey laughed. “That’s not necessarily true. If it’s not what you say, but some other reason, and I still can’t recover my magic on the vast ocean, wouldn’t we both be fish food?” Joanna retorted , seemingly quite disdainful of Dewey’s guess. Dewey’s face darkened. Although this woman was under control, she didn’t seem to respect anyone other than her master . She would jump out and refute anything that came to mind. This somewhat sadistic personality might be appealing to some men, but Dewey wasn’t buying it. He pondered how to properly tame this proud female mage. “Jojo, how can you speak to the young master like that? It’s extremely rude.” Old Mad, seeing Dewey’s displeasure, immediately scolded Joanna, winking at her. Joanna, of course, understood Old Mad's meaning. She sighed, seemingly helpless, and said casually , "I apologize, Joanna was rude, master's master." "Young master," Old Mad said, gesturing wildly, "what Jojo said isn't entirely unreasonable. Why don't we wait here for a few days and see if any ships pass by, and have them take us back to the mainland? What do you think?" Dewey slowly turned his head, staring intently at Old Mad. His emerald flute twirled faster and faster between his fingers, and his cold gaze sent a chill down Old Mad's spine. He lowered his head, clenching his hands, and dared not speak again. "Let's go," Dewey uttered indifferently, walking towards Vivian's direction. Old Mad swallowed hard and quickly followed, while Joanna snorted coldly and silently followed behind.

Dewey quickened his pace, while Old Mad jogged slowly, slightly out of breath. Though exhausted, he dared not

complain . Joanna, who should have been the fittest of the three,

was still sore from the pain of being deflowered and having been with Old Mad all night, making walking difficult. Despite this, she endured it and kept pace with Dewey

.

She couldn't let this man have his way; everything she had lost, she would

take back from him.

From the moment she saw Dewey, a voice echoed in Joanna's mind. Although it was their first formal

meeting, she felt a special sensation from the very first glance.

Joanna couldn't describe the feeling; she only kept telling herself that this man alone, she had to,

she absolutely had to...

A sudden rush of dizziness washed over Joanna, countless images flashing through her mind, finally overwhelmed by

a vivid red, carrying the scent of blood.

When Joanna regained her senses, Dewey had stopped ahead, the remnants of an extinguished

campfire still visible on the ground. Dewey frowned but offered no explanation, continuing on his way. Old Mad and

Joanna didn't ask any further questions, simply watching to see where their young master was taking them.

Soon, a colossal creature appeared before them—a massive dragon,

lying prone, dozing quietly, seemingly lost in sleep.

"Vivian's Sun..."

Joanna recognized the dragon immediately; after all, it was her sister's dragon, and she knew it intimately

. Dewey carefully surveyed his surroundings, as if searching for something.

"The other person you mentioned, is that Vivian? Of course, without her protection, how could you have survived

crossing the ocean until now?"

Joanna sneered. Dewey ignored her, continuing his search for Vivian. He hadn't seen her at their

campsite ; she must have been too afraid to return alone to her dragon's side, Dewey

guessed. After all, nothing dared approach this colossal creature easily; it was a safe haven.

Just then, a small head cautiously peeked out from behind the dragon, timidly observing

the situation outside. When she saw it was Dewey outside, she immediately jumped out,

stammering , "You...you...you're back..."

"Yes, I just came to look around,"

Dewey said with a smile, stepping forward and taking Vivian's small hand. Vivian was wearing a loosely

torn mage's robe, barely covering her vital parts, and her fair face, which looked slightly washed, still

bore traces of tears.

"You...you...suddenly...no...no...I...I...I...I thought you...you...lost...

lost ...I...I'm leaving..."

Vivian said softly. Although she still felt a little shy when Dewey held her hand tightly

, the strong, real touch gave her a strange sense of security . Her initial trepidation

instantly transformed into joy upon seeing Dewey.

"How could I? I wouldn't leave the Mage alone; that would be such a waste."

Dewey's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly regained his composure and said something a little strange.

Vivian , didn't think much of it. She just felt that although she wasn't of much use right now,

it was still good that she hadn't been abandoned, and she suddenly felt a little touched.

"You...you...your injury...how...how is it?"

Vivian looked at Dewey's lower body and asked with some concern. After all, she had

almost and she didn't know how the final result was. Little Vivian stared at

Dewey's lower body with some anticipation.

"My injury is fine now, thanks to the Mage's help. However, there might be some aftereffects

. If it recurs in the future, I'll need the Mage's help again."

Dewey said, pretending to be very grateful. In his experience, girls like Vivian, who were simple and lacked

confidence , could easily gain his favor and

trust by giving them a little sweetness and praise. In the future, it would be easier to control them and make them sink deeper and deeper into the trap he had set. After all

, Dewey had experienced something similar before, though he had been the one being deceived back then.

"So...so...so good..."

Just as Dewey had expected, little Vivian seemed very happy. It was unclear whether she was

happy that Dewey's injuries had healed, or delighted that she was finally useful, or perhaps her inherent kindness made her

happy for others' joy.

"Vivian, it's only been a short time, and you've already forgotten your older sister?"

A cold, familiar voice rang out. Vivian shivered, only then noticing

Joanna . Her expression immediately changed drastically.

"Sister...you...you're here...here?"

"Hmph, if it weren't for you, why would I be in this godforsaken place? Enough nonsense, is the Fearful Demon on

you?"

Joanna scolded, still preoccupied with Vivian's Fearful Demon. She had gone to so much trouble, even losing

her prized dragon. If she still couldn't get the Fearful Demon, it would be a huge loss.

However, she didn't dare to act rashly, as Vivian's scorching sun was still nearby. In a one-on-one situation, Joanna wasn't afraid of Vivian

at all . However, with her dragon's assistance, the situation was completely different. Although the

dragon appeared severely injured, it was still a dragon.

"Chirp chirp...it...it's gone..."

Vivian's face showed a hint of sadness at the mention of the Fearful Demon. The escape across the sea

had been so chaotic that Dewey had "accidentally" dropped the Fearful Demon into the sea

and it disappeared. The sun had reached its zenith at that moment, and the two of them and the dragon had uncontrollably crashed onto this

strange island.

Now, thinking of the Fearful Demon trapped in its cage, probably drowning

, Vivian's nose twitched, and she felt like crying.

"What's the use of crying now? If you had given me the Fearful Demon sooner, this wouldn't have happened

."

Knowing Vivian's nature, Joanna knew this honest girl wouldn't lie. It seemed that finding...

The fear of the phantom demon was also hopeless. Now that the dragon was gone, magic was useless, and even the target she had been pursuing was gone

, Joanna felt as if she had used up all the bad luck of her life. Even worse, she felt her chastity had been

taken away.

Chastity?!

Wasn't it only natural to dedicate everything to one's master?

Was there anything wrong with obeying one's master's commands?

But what was this strange feeling?

Joanna felt a wave of dizziness, as if she had forgotten something important. She racked her brains

, but still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Vivian, with tears in her eyes, waited anxiously for Joanna's reprimand, but Joanna

suddenly fell silent, standing frozen in place as if deep in thought, a pained expression on her face.

Dewey wasn't too concerned about Joanna. She was still under Old Mad's control, and Old Mad

didn't seem likely to betray him anytime soon. Dewey had seen too many hypocrites. In

the more than ten years he'd spent with Old Mad, he'd tested his character countless times, and Old Mad had never

shown any cunning; he was just an ordinary old servant, nothing out of the ordinary.

Dewey actually felt that Old Mad was

more trustworthy than his parents, friends, or brothers in this world. But people change. Dewey didn't expect Old Mad to be loyal forever

; he just needed to use his loyalty when it was, and his betrayal when it

was .

Dewey considered whether to take some scales from the dragon now and use them as blades to cut down

trees and build a raft. Joanna, who knew martial arts, was here; doing some manual labor shouldn't be

too difficult for her.

He glanced back at Old Mad, a hint of amusement in his eyes. The old man, though seemingly quiet and unassuming

, had been stealing glances at Vivian. No wonder; Vivian's tattered mage robes could

barely conceal her body, exposing large expanses of her fair, delicate skin. Combined with her pure and lovely appearance,

she was undeniably attractive to men.

Seeing Old Mad's somewhat embarrassed hunched posture, Dewey guessed he was probably hard again. This

old man wasn't young, yet his libido was still so strong. He'd spent the whole night with Joanna, and then had a few more

rounds in the morning, and now he was hard again. Perhaps it was because he was used to Joanna's fiery charm, and seeing this

completely different, delicate, and pitiful beauty gave him a strange, contrasting excitement.

Dewey had another interesting idea. Although he felt it was a bit too easy on Old Mad,

he still felt it was necessary to better instill sufficient sexual knowledge in Vivian.

“My lord mage, it seems I need your help again.”

Dewey pulled Vivian to Old Mad’s side, speaking with apparent sincerity. In Vivian’s presence,

Dewey always adopted a gentle and kind demeanor,

easily lowering the guard of those without ulterior motives.

“Ah, yes, yes… Wh-what… what… I… I… Coco… can you… help me?”

Vivian was still somewhat immersed in the grief of losing the Fearful Phantom, and

a little , but hearing Dewey ask for her help, she immediately perked up.

“This is my loyal servant, Mad. Mad, this is Miss Vivian, who became an eighth-level

mage .”

Dewey introduced her with enthusiasm, his harmless appearance making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Old Mad, on the other hand, seemed a little uneasy; the faint fragrance emanating from the young girl made him increasingly aroused

, unable to control himself.

"Y-you...hello...Mama...Made...Mr..."

Vivian greeted him very politely, without any airs of a great mage. Perhaps, having

lived a life of seclusion, she simply didn't understand how powerful she was in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Y-hello, Miss Vivian,"

Old Mad chuckled awkwardly. Perhaps influenced by Vivian, he too began to stutter

, his hands flailing about, unsure of where to put them. Although they had met on Half-Horn Mountain,

this was the first time they had been introduced so formally. In Vivian's presence, Old Mad felt a little flustered, unable to look directly into her clear

eyes.

"Ahem, look here, my sir. My loyal servant seems to have suffered the same

injury as me. Could you..."

Dewey coughed, then continued, pointing to the large bulge in Old Mad's crotch,

pausing to observe Vivian's reaction.

"W-Wait...Is that so...Let me help...help Mr. Mad...heal him..."

"My lord mage, I know the healing process is quite arduous. If your strength hasn't recovered yet,

don't force yourself."

"I...I...I'm fine...I ate what you...you left behind...and now I have some strength..."

Vivian smiled, seemingly unaware of anything amiss from yesterday, even

appearing slightly expectant, which surprised Dewey.

"Young master, I'm not injured at all,"

Old Mad said softly in Dewey's ear, somewhat bewildered. Dewey glanced at him with a half-smile and said

softly , "Old man, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. If your thing down there isn't '

treated,' it's going to burst. I just happened to teach this magician how to 'treat' this kind of '

injury , so let her 'treat' you properly."

"Young master, this..."

Before Old Man Mad could finish speaking, he felt Vivian's soft little hand grab his genitals through his pants.

The sudden, intense, and strange stimulation almost made him ejaculate immediately. His hard penis

swelled up even more, startling Vivian. "It feels so...so serious...Mr...Mr...I...I want to... take...take off

your pants ..." Vivian felt the hot, hard lump inside. Even through his pants, she could feel how huge it was swollen. Seeing that Old Man Mad still looked a bit listless, it seemed that the injury was indeed serious.

It was no small matter; little Vivian had no idea that all of this was thanks to her sister.

"Ah, no..."

Old Mad instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing Vivian's delicate face tilted upwards, seemingly seeking his

opinion, her adorable appearance made him swallow hard. He immediately changed his words, "No...it's alright,

Miss Vivian, please help me take off my pants to treat this injury. This injury is really making me very uncomfortable; I

can't even sleep well at night."

"Then...I'll...I'll take it off..."

With Old Mad's consent, Vivian deftly unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. Old

Mad was wearing a pair of underwear underneath, on which the outline of his penis was even more clearly visible. Vivian saw

a pained expression on Old Mad's face, as if he was enduring something. Thinking his injury was flaring up again,

she immediately pulled off his underwear. Instantly, a thick, dark thing sprang out, dangling back and forth in front of little

Vivian .

“It’s…it’s really…very, very serious…”

Vivian blinked her bright, watery eyes, staring in astonishment at the grotesque object before her. This

thing was even darker and more terrifying than Dewey’s, radiating an ominous aura, its tip constantly secreting a lot of clear

liquid.

“Hmm, it all depends on you, Master Magician,”

Dewey chuckled from the side, admiring Old Mad’s enormous penis. He thought of his beautiful

mother her legs spread wide, being penetrated by this thick, large thing

, moaning lewdly beneath this ugly old servant, and felt a perverse pleasure.

“Yes…yes…then I’ll…begin…Madd…Madd…sir…”

Vivian still seemed a little nervous, carefully grasping Old Mad’s penis with her small hands, recalling

yesterday’s “treatment process.” She thought for a moment, then extended her small tongue and

gently .

"Mmm...ah...uh...slurp..."

Vivian started from the tip of the penis, carefully licking away the grime bit by bit. Unbeknownst to her

, much of it was

dried . She was solely focused on healing his "injuries."

"Ah...ah...uh...ah...slurp...uh...ah...uh

..."

After licking for a while, Vivian slowly took the tip of Old Mad's penis into her mouth,

sucking on it as she had done yesterday when "treating" Dewey. However, she found the odor on Old Mad's penis

rather strong, making her feel uncomfortable in close proximity. Even so, Vivian

endured it, diligently swallowing and spitting out the penis with her small mouth, occasionally taking it deep into her mouth and sucking hard.

“Hmm, um, right there, Miss Vivian…”

Old Mad squinted his eyes comfortably. Although Vivian’s oral skills were still somewhat immature, it was

precisely naive and pure feeling, different from that of experienced prostitutes, combined with the young beauty’s innocent and flawless

appearance, that made the man’s heart itch even more.

“Ah ha… um… ha… slurp… slurp… umm… ha…”

His penis was already hard to the limit, almost bursting under the embrace of Vivian’s soft mouth. Her smooth little

tongue became more and more skillful, swirling around the glans, moistening the surface of the penis with saliva, and swallowing every last drop of the liquid flowing from the urethral opening. "Miss Vivian's tongue is so amazing, ah..." Old Mad trembled all over. Although he had been with many experienced women, this was completely different from his previous experiences. The pleasure of having this noble yet pure-hearted underage beauty give him oral sex completely surpassed the simple pleasure of sex. It was an immense satisfaction for a man in terms of domination and conquest. Just like when he first made love with the Countess, ever since he enjoyed the Countess's wonderful taste, he always felt a little uninterested in other ordinary women. He would just reach orgasm then it would be over, and he always felt that something was missing. Until now, when he met these two great magician sisters, Old Mad finally felt an unparalleled sense of satisfaction. "Hmm... does it feel better... does it feel better... Mad... sir... umm..." Vivian's lovely long eyelashes trembled. She spat out his penis, took a breath, and asked Old Mad how he felt. Then she swallowed his penis again. She felt the large, hard penis in her mouth growing increasingly hot and began to thrust, pushing towards her throat. The restless movements made Vivian uncomfortable, but remembering she was facing a "wounded" person, she couldn't bear to complain. "Good, good, very good! Miss Vivian, you're amazing!" Pressing down on Vivian's head, Old Mad felt his waist involuntarily arch. He panted heavily, slowly thrusting in and out of Vivian's warm, wet mouth like a vagina , the sensitive areas occasionally being touched by his teeth, adding to the strange stimulation. "Ah...uh..." The hard penis rammed and pounded in her mouth, making Vivian very uncomfortable. The large glans pushed against her fair cheeks, swirling in her mouth, even occasionally penetrating deeper, pounding against her throat. Vivian curled her tongue, trying to control the raging penis in her mouth, but her feeble resistance seemed to only excite the hard, dark thing more, reveling in every bit of its warmth. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...ha...mmm..." To Dewey's surprise, despite being so roughly penetrated, Vivian didn't seem to resist much. A strange flush rose on her delicate face, and she seemed inexplicably excited. Instead of spitting out the thing that was messing around in her mouth, she licked and sucked even more vigorously, her head bobbing up and down, responding to the increasingly intense thrusting of the large penis, making clearly audible, lewd slurring sounds. "Ah...oh..." Old Mad felt his penis spasming in Vivian's mouth, the intense stimulation from all sides making him feel like he was about to explode. He arched his back, pressing Vivian's head down tightly, hissing and gasping for breath , looking like he was about to suffocate from pleasure.

"Haa...uh...ha..."

Vivian noticed the changes in Old Mad's body. Her small hands gently squeezed his dark scrotum,

tightly holding his smelly penis in her mouth, sucking with all her might, as if trying to draw out the semen

inside. Her focused expression seemed to be enjoying it.

"Ah...Miss Vivian...it's coming out..."

Old Mad tried to hold back for a while longer, but under Vivian's continued passionate oral sex, he reached

his limit . His scrotum trembled a few times, and he burst out in Vivian's small mouth with pleasure. It was obvious that

Vivian's cheeks bulged, her small mouth filled with Old Mad's semen.

"Uh...glug...glug...glug..."

Vivian's throat trembled, and with the sound of swallowing, she swallowed large mouthfuls of

semen . Perhaps because she had experience, she was not choked by the semen this time, and swallowed it smoothly.

Some of the semen that could not be contained overflowed from the corners of her mouth, flowing down her chin and dripping onto the ground.

The penis, still oozing small amounts of semen, was pulled out. Vivian's moist lips parted slightly with her breath

, her small mouth still containing a lot of uneaten semen, which mixed with saliva as her tongue stirred

it . The corners of her mouth were also covered with the white, cloudy liquid that had just been ejaculated. The obscene scene made Old Mad

's penis, which had just softened, immediately harden again. Under the continuous sexual stimulation, he felt a

slight pain , but his body's instincts were simply unable to resist the temptation before him.

Vivian obediently stuck out her small tongue

and licked the remaining semen off his penis. However, Old Mad's penis did not shrink as expected

; in fact, it seemed to be even larger than before.

“Miss Vivian… this…”

“It… it’s really just… just… like this… no, no, no… that won’t do…”

Old Mad looked at his still-erect lower body with some embarrassment, unsure how to explain

. Vivian, however, seemed unsurprised. She gently stroked Old Mad’s hot, thick

penis with her soft, delicate hands, speaking thoughtfully, a strange glint in her bright, starry eyes.

“Eh? Miss Vivian, what is this?”

Under Old Mad’s gaze, Vivian tilted her head as if thinking for a moment, then sat

on the ground , spread her legs, and lifted the hem of her mage’s robe, exposing her private parts to him.

Her slender fingers tentatively touched her genitals, shyly parting her pink labia to reveal her

adorable little hole, from which clear, honey-like fluid was already overflowing.

“Guoguo…you…you need…this…this is the only way…you can…you can…”

Vivian smiled alluringly, her soft, melodious voice and seductive posture making Old Mad feel

a surge of heat. He swallowed hard, his naked, monstrous penis slowly approaching her. Feeling

Old Mad's beast-like gaze, Vivian felt her heart race inexplicably. Even though it was just

"treatment" like yesterday, why did it make her feel so shy, as if her whole body was burning

?

Thinking of the scene of "healing" with Dewey yesterday, Vivian blushed. Although the memory was a bit hazy,

the ecstatic pleasure was unforgettable. She had never known that such a comfortable

thing existed in the world. In the end, she didn't even know how it ended, only that she had cried out in ecstasy under the thrusting of that thing

, and finally felt like she had truly reached heaven.

Could Mr. Mad's thing really make people feel this good?

Vivian was hesitant to look directly at the thick, hot iron rod drawing ever closer,

yet . No, no, this should be the time to treat Mr. Mad, not think about

such things. Vivian shook her head, trying to banish the racing thoughts and focus on

healing him. But the more she tried, the more vividly the sexual scenes from yesterday flashed through her mind

, making her breathing increasingly rapid and hot.

Dewey watched Vivian's reaction with interest. For young Vivian, lacking common sense,

the shame associated with sex was indeed less intense than most, only exhibiting instinctive reactions. Judging from her expression, she seemed

more interested in the pleasure of sex. This was understandable; for this genius magician who spent her days studying

tedious magic, even the slightest bit of fun would make her incredibly happy, let alone

the irresistible pleasure of sex for a first-timer.

This is getting more and more interesting, Dewey thought with a cold smile, his eyes narrowed. It seemed

quite easy for Vivian to succumb to the whirlpool of sexual pleasure. Now it was time to think about how to deal with Joanna.

Dewey looked towards Joanna's location, but his expression immediately froze.

The spot where Joanna had stood was now deserted.

"What...what are you doing to my sister?!"

A cold, ruthless voice suddenly rang out from behind Dewey. Every hair on his head stood on end

, and without thinking, he lunged forward. The next moment, a powerful, icy aura swept over him

.

After rolling several times, Dewey finally managed to stand up, leaning against a tree trunk.

Where he had been standing, the silver-haired, white-armored woman was still outstretched, her fist raised. If he hadn't dodged that attack, Dewey knew he

would definitely have been injured.

"Damn it, that thing might have stopped working..."

Dewey felt his heart pounding. Although he didn't know when Joanna had broken free

of control , he knew that if Joanna really broke free from Old Mad's control and went berserk, the current

situation would be difficult to handle. He regretted not tying her up earlier

.

"Jojo, what's wrong?"

"Sister?"

Old Mad and Vivian also noticed the situation. The sudden change made his penis, which was caressing

Vivian 's vulva and preparing to thrust in, go limp. He hurriedly asked, pulling up his pants

. Vivian was also a little confused by Joanna's reaction, wondering why she had suddenly attacked Dewey.

"Master... I... no... what are these... why am I... damn it... damn it... you guys..."

"What did you do to me?!"

Upon hearing Old Mad's voice, Joanna's eyes glazed over again, but quickly cleared

. She clutched her head in pain, seemingly struggling against something, and

staggered towards Dewey and the others.

"Joanna, do you intend to harm your master? Do you think this is acceptable?"

"Yes, Joanna, how could you lay a hand on the young master? Stop it now! " "

Dewey tentatively asked, and Old Mad, while fastening his belt, also shouted back, trying to intimidate her. He

could see that Joanna was showing signs of recovery, but he silently prayed that she wouldn't

return to . Otherwise, given what he had done to her, he would definitely be torn to pieces by this virtuous and beautiful woman.

"Sister..."

Vivian was also a little frightened by Joanna's appearance. She had thought that Joanna and Dewey

had become friends, but now it seemed a bit strange. Could it be that her sister was still angry about losing the Fearful Illusion

? Little Vivian's mind raced with wild thoughts.

"How dare... how dare you do this to me... die... all of you die... all of you die!!"

As if remembering something terrible, Joanna's face was fierce, but a large amount of crystal tears flowed

uncontrollably her eyes burned with rage. With a wave of her hand, a ball of frost immediately condensed around her

, but unfortunately, it dissipated in an instant.

"Magic... can't be used?" "

Joanna murmured to herself in astonishment, trying several more times, but the spells she used to be able to cast were now completely

unusable . A surge of intense fear made her freeze in place, seemingly forgetting Dewey and the others' presence.

She should have known she couldn't use magic, which is why she chose to use her fighting spirit. Dewey found it strange, but

Joanna's current demeanor truly seemed as if she had just realized she couldn't use magic here. Had

some of her memories from when she was being controlled not been inherited? Or was there some other reason? Dewey pondered, but his eyes

never left Joanna.

"What on earth did you do to me?! Why can't I use magic anymore?!" "

Joanna roared, but the terror in her voice was unmistakable, revealing

the devastating impact of being unable to use magic. Joanna chanted incantations frantically, but no matter

how hard tried, she couldn't cast a single spell.

"Sister...in...this place...it seems...we can't...use...magic..."

Vivian weakly explained, almost crying at Joanna's ferocious expression. She

had never seen Joanna so angry.

"Even without magic, I'll kill you! Vivian, come here quickly, after I kill these

two , we'll leave." After venting her anger, Joanna

seemed to calm down, but the hatred in her eyes didn't lessen at all;

instead, it intensified. She looked on with a hint of heartache at Vivian's oblivious state after being molested,

clenched her fists, and began to gather powerful fighting spirit, approaching Dewey step by step.

With a deafening boom, the powerful fighting spirit punched a large hole in the tree trunk, as if proclaiming its owner's

rage. Dewey scrambled to the side; had Joanna not been weakened by losing her virginity the night before, causing the

punch to miss its mark, it probably would have killed him instantly.

"You bastard, die!!" "

Missing her punch, Joanna immediately chased after Dewey again. 'This bitch, it's not like I'm the one who took

your virginity, why does she keep hitting me?' Dewey cursed inwardly, but dared not slacken his movements. He

scrambled forward, clutching the packet of sleeping powder in his pocket, planning to find the right opportunity to sprinkle it on her face.

Another gust of wind hit him from behind, and Dewey quickly fell to the ground. With a flick of his right hand, the white powder immediately

scattered. If Joanna inhaled even a small amount, even if she didn't fall, he would still have a chance to deal with her. Dewey had his

plan in mind and immediately put it into action.

'What?'" "

But fate seemed to mock his so-called plan. The scattered powder was instantly

dispersed by Joanna's surging battle aura, having no effect whatsoever. Joanna snorted coldly, and to Dewey's horrified expression, she clenched her

fist punched him in the chest with all her might.

Dewey instinctively closed his eyes, bracing himself for the excruciating pain of his broken sternum. But at that moment,

the battle aura that had been stinging his face suddenly vanished, along with the oppressive force. Dewey slowly opened his eyes and

found that Joanna's fist had stopped precisely in front of his chest.

Joanna's face..." A look of astonishment crossed her face, her delicate body trembling. She seemed to want to continue, but her body

seemed to no longer obey her commands, remaining frozen in place like a puppet.

A series of difficult, incomprehensible incantations rang out. Dewey cautiously retreated to a relatively safe position,

seeing Old Mad running towards them while chanting incantations. Amidst the irritating incantations, Joanna seemed

to be in increasing pain, as if desperately trying to extend her fist forward, but her body was as if petrified,

unable to move, and then gradually slumped to the ground.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

Old Mad wiped his sweat, asking with lingering fear. Dewey didn't answer him, gesturing for him to continue

chanting. Joanna lay on her side, panting, glaring fiercely at Dewey, her terrifying expression as if she wanted to devour

him alive.

"Why...can't I move...what kind of magic is this?!"

Joanna felt she had completely lost control of her body. Aside from her conscious mind, she

couldn't move a single finger. Watching Dewey approach her step by step,

a hint of panic flickered across Joanna's usually cold and stubborn face. "

Oh, mage, you seem unable to move now. Want me to help you?"

Confirming that Joanna was indeed unable to move under the influence of Old Mad's spell, Dewey boldly walked

back to her side, mockingly eyeing the once imposing but now powerless female

mage lying on the ground, completely at his mercy.

"You bastard... ah!"

Joanna cursed through gritted teeth at Dewey's mocking face. But before she could finish speaking,

Dewey grabbed her full, soft breasts through her armor. Joanna's magical armor was very thin,

offering no protection against the sensation of Dewey's hand penetrating through it. The shame of her sensitive area being violated immediately made Joanna...

Joanna's next reaction was a scream.

"What are you still shy about, Master Mage? Haven't I already played with those lewd breasts of yours

? Have you forgotten?"

Dewey deliberately humiliated Joanna, roughly grabbing and kneading her soft, full breasts, trying to calm his nerves after

his brush with death and regain control. Although Joanna seemed temporarily unable to move

, he didn't know how long the spell's effects would last. If she broke free again, he probably wouldn't be able to escape this time

. He needed a more reliable method.

"You...doing this...do you think you can be forgiven...ah...don't touch me...ah..."

Joanna said, each word filled with shame and anger. The shame and

stimulation of having her sacred breasts wantonly played with made it impossible for her to finish a sentence. Although she wanted to kill the person in front of her, the spell, with

its unknown magic, bound her body, allowing her to experience everything that was happening to her but unable to resist.

"Forgiveness? Whose forgiveness do I need? Do you really think you're someone great? You're nothing but

a bitch who only deserves to lick men's dicks and bend over to let others fuck her. Don't worry, after you've tasted a

hundred, a thousand, I can guarantee you'll never be able to live without men's dicks again. Pretty good, right, my great

mage ?"

"You bastard, do you think I'll listen to you? Even... even if I die, I will never let you control me!"

"Die? Don't make death sound so easy. Do you want to bite your tongue and commit suicide? If you dare, go ahead

and do . But that kind of death is quite unsightly. Besides, it doesn't matter if you die. Compared to

you, I think Vivian has more potential. She seems to really enjoy the feeling of sex."

Dewey smiled indifferently, removing Joanna's magical armor and

fondling her trembling body through the thin fabric. He traced the curves of her body, from her high breasts down

to the mysterious place between her legs.

"Vivian...what did you do to her?"

Joanna's sensitive areas were being lightly and lewdly caressed and played with, but she had no time to pay attention to that. She

suddenly realized that besides herself, Vivian was also in their clutches. What was more troublesome was that Vivian seemed

completely unaware of their true intentions, instead treating them as friends. If this continued, she didn't know

what they would do to Vivian.

"What did I do? Of course, I did what we love, in short, we had sex. Although I didn't

get , I took Vivian's virginity completely, and she was very happy. I bet

she wouldn't refuse if I went to her a few more times now, after all, helping someone heal their injuries is a joyful

thing."

Dewey pinched Joanna's delicate and smooth chin, speaking slowly and unhurriedly as if it were some unimportant words

. His fingers, placed between her legs, rubbed her clitoris through her panties, arousing her desire and humiliating her

to his heart .

“Despicable and shameless... Release her now... or... I'll kill you... ah..."

“Are you threatening me? Do you think you have the right? Why don't you see for yourself

how much your sister enjoys having sex with men?”

“Ugh... you bastard... don't... don't touch her…”

“Don't touch her? Then who should I touch, Master Magician?”

Dewey leered as he touched Joanna's burning cheek, pulling her snow-white panties to one side

and probing two fingers into her wet, caressed vulva. He feigned curiosity,

waiting for Joanna's answer.

“Bastard... scum... ah!!”

Joanna cursed through gritted teeth, but Dewey immediately pinched her nipple hard. The pain

mixed with an electric-like pleasure made Joanna scream loudly, her body going limp, unable to curse anymore

.

“I don’t have much patience for this kind of pretentious game with you, Joanna. Foolish

women who can’t see the bigger picture are the most annoying,”

Dewey said coldly, roughly pinching and kneading Joanna’s high, firm breasts without any pity. His cold, indifferent

gaze was like a sharp sword piercing Joanna’s heart.

“You… um… I’ll… I’ll satisfy you… but… you’re not allowed to touch Vivian again…”

Joanna’s chest heaved violently, as if she had exhausted all her strength to squeeze out

the words . She looked at Dewey’s smug expression with disgust, revealing a

determination that she would never yield no matter how she was manipulated.

“Very good expression, Joanna. Already planning to be an obedient bitch?”

Dewey laughed dismissively, seemingly unconcerned about Joanna’s defiant gaze. These self-righteous

women, once all their ability to resist was taken away, would obediently submit after a few dozen rounds. If

that didn’t work ’d just add some drugs. In the brothels of the capital, Dewey had witnessed countless times how women who initially

refused submit eventually became mere public sex toys, only knowing how to please men. No matter

how powerful or noble they once were, these qualities only excited men and gave them a greater

sense of conquest.

"If you dare touch Vivian again... I'll bite my tongue and kill myself... You say it so easily... but deep down you're still...

very interested in my body, aren't you..."

Joanna mocked, seemingly seeing right through Dewey's thoughts. Joanna was

absolutely confident in her looks and figure. Dewey couldn't deny it either;

among Semel wasn't bad either, but he'd only seen

her in person; he didn't know if she would surpass Joanna in person. However, the Medusa Queen and Lady

Lister seemed to have amazed the original Dewey even more. He wondered just how beautiful they were, and

if it would be even more enjoyable to have sex with them.

"Such deep sisterly affection, I bet even Vivian doesn't know you care about her this much."

"Enough nonsense..."

"As long as you become my slave, I won't touch Vivian. But if you go back on your word, I

won't be so lenient."

"..."

As if some kind of agreement had been reached, Joanna closed her eyes and silently endured Dewey's torment.

As if unwilling to see Dewey's repulsive smile again.

"But you have to take this first."

Dewey took out a small bottle, poured out two pink pills, and held them to Joanna's lips.

"What is this?"

Joanna opened her eyes, glanced at the pills in Dewey's hand, and said impatiently, seemingly very annoyed by Dewey's

unnecessary nagging.

"Just eat it when I tell you to."

Dewey said emotionlessly, shoving the pills into Joanna's mouth, then poured some water down her throat.

Only after seeing her swallow did he show a slightly relieved expression.

"Sister... Sister!"

Perhaps frightened, Vivian took a while to catch up. She originally wanted to stop Joanna

from continuing her attack, but when she came over and saw Dewey and Joanna seemingly very close together, not at all like they had just experienced

a chase, her face was full of confusion.

"Ah, Master Magician, your sister was just angry about the Fearful Illusion, but she

's alright now."

Dewey put his arm around Joanna's shoulder, holding her hand, seemingly comforting her. Seeing

Vivian appear, he immediately explained with a smile, everything so natural.

"Ah...so...so...it really is...this...it's all my fault...sister, you...

you mustn't blame him..."

Vivian's expression showed she knew it all, stammering as she tried to exonerate Dewey, while

secretly glancing fearfully at Joanna's expression. Joanna's silence made her very uneasy.

"Master Magician, you don't need to apologize. Everything's alright now. I've explained it to her,

and your sister accepted my advice. She's not angry anymore. However, we need to cut some timber to

make a raft. You and Mad should think of a solution first. Your sister and I have some things to discuss."

"This...this...is that so...I...I...I understand..."

Dewey gestured for Old Mad to take Vivian away. Although Vivian felt a little strange, seeing that

Joanna didn't seem to want to blame her anymore, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to follow Old Mad towards the blazing sun

.

"Vivian..."

"Sister?"

Hearing Joanna's slightly weak call, Vivian stopped and turned her head. She still seemed a little

uneasy weak and afraid of being scolded. There was also a hint of surprise in her eyes because she had never heard

Joanna call her in such a gentle tone.

"Ah...it's nothing..."

Joanna lowered her head, not letting Vivian see her face. Her unusual appearance made Vivian feel that

the atmosphere here was inexplicably strange.

"I...I...I'm going...Sister..."

Vivian glanced at Joanna again, seeing that she didn't seem to want to stop her, and slowly moved to follow

Old Mad, her figure gradually disappearing into the woods. Joanna looked up in the direction Vivian had left,

her lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing.

"Since everyone can keep their promises, let's begin, Joanna."

Dewey lifted Joanna's delicate chin, greedily gazing at her beautiful face and cold, disgusted

expression , and smirked maliciously.

...

...

A few days later, a two-masted sailing ship flying a black skull and crossbones flag was speeding across the sea, but on the deck

there were only a few scattered sailors controlling the ship—no, it would be more appropriate to call them pirates

.

With a creak, the wooden door connecting the upper and lower decks of the ship opened, and several ragged, filthy

men walked onto the deck, grinning. Their lewd faces were full of satisfied expressions. One of them, with a gold tooth in his mouth, grinned at the others as he

fastened belt, shouting, "Alright, time for the change of shifts

!"

The men working on deck erupted in loud cheers, abandoning their work

and rushing into the cabin like a swarm of bees, eagerly entering one of the rooms.

"Ah...ah...ah...mmm...slurp...ah...mmm...ha...ha...mmm..."

The dilapidated, dimly lit room was filled with a foul stench. A group of naked, sweaty

men crowded into the room, surrounding a large bed in the center. Amidst the men's animalistic, heavy breathing

and filthy noise, a woman's seductive moans could be faintly heard, intermittent and

sounding as if something had been stuffed into her mouth. A lewd and frenzied atmosphere permeated the entire space.

"Make way, make way! You've all been playing for so long, now it's our turn!"

The pirate, rushing into the room impatiently, pushed aside the crowd surrounding the bed and

squeezed through the commotion of his companions. All he could see was the silver-haired beauty lying naked on the bed, being penetrated in three holes simultaneously, her body covered in sticky

semen.

"Ah, ah, oh, so good, it's coming! Shoot it all in!"

The short, thin man, thrusting violently into the silver-haired beauty's honey hole, cried out in ecstasy.

He gripped her slender waist tightly, his lower body pressed firmly against hers,

and his thick, semen-spurting penis plunged to its deepest point, pouring a large amount of semen into the already filled uterus of the silver-haired beauty.

Semen from countless men, mixed together and overflowing from their

point of union, spilled out, leaving streaks of dried semen on the sheets.

"Ah...ah...uh...mmm..."

Her small mouth, being thrust into by the large penis, couldn't utter complete words. Although she didn't know how many

men had ejaculated inside her, the hot, fresh semen drenching her sensitive clitoris still caused the silver-haired

beauty to let out sweet, soft moans. The alluring sounds made the surrounding men's mouths dry, making them

even more impatient to enjoy the intoxicating pleasure of this stunning beauty.

The man who had just ejaculated inside the silver-haired beauty hadn't even had a chance to savor the afterglow of his orgasm before being pulled away by the other men

waiting . One of the pirates who had just rushed into the room immediately scrambled onto the bed,

grasped his already painfully hard, thick, black penis, rubbed it a couple of times against the silver-haired woman's pink, sticky vulva

, and, using the lubrication of the semen, "slipped" it in, his waist beginning to vibrate violently.

"So tight! Ah! I'll fuck you to death! I'll tear your slutty cunt apart! I'll fuck you to death, you whore!"

Although the silver-haired beauty's vagina was filled with the semen of other men, the newly inserted man

didn't care . Being able to fuck such a top-quality woman was something he never dared to dream of before. His hard penis was

tightly wrapped by the constantly writhing tender flesh, and the intense stimulation made him comfortably utter some vulgar words

to relieve the overwhelming urge to ejaculate as soon as he entered.

"Ah...ah...penis...so many...penis...ah..."

The vagina that had just been filled was immediately filled again, and the silver-haired beauty didn't seem to react much to this.

After all, for the past few days, her two holes had hardly been free, being

filled by dozens of men's penises from morning to night in turn, constantly performing piston-like movements. She spat out the penis in her mouth,

turned her head and licked another man's penis that was offered to her with her red tongue, looking intoxicated as if she were

savoring some delicious delicacy.

"Oh, this is amazing! The great mage's asshole is so different from ordinary bitches.

Hehehe , and these big tits, I wonder if we can squeeze some milk out for everyone to taste."

Beneath the silver-haired woman was a pot-bellied middle-aged man, his large belly pressing against the silver-haired beauty

's smooth back. His thick, childlike penis was deeply inserted into the silver-haired woman's anus, and he

was rapidly thrusting up and down on the bed. Greasy hands emerged from under the silver-haired beauty's armpits, one in each hand,

kneading , his ten fingers sinking deep into the snow-white flesh, and his disgusting tongue

licking her earlobes like a dog.

"Huh? Milking? Milk? Ah... ah... milk... ah... ha... Joanna... more... ah... more

milk... ah... ah..."

The silver-haired beauty laughed maniacally, her expression broken, her hands gripping two hot penises, licking them alternately,

seemingly unable to think clearly, completely immersed in the most primal lust.

“Hahaha, we’ve fed you so much ‘milk,’ you really need to repay us.

Dad , don’t women only produce milk when they’re pregnant?”

One of the young men, enjoying the silver-haired beauty’s oral service, laughed lewdly,

pinching . He and the middle-aged man below, who was having sex with the silver-haired woman’s anus, were

father and son. The obese middle-aged man was the ship’s chief cook.

After the captain, first mate, second mate, and boatswain were all killed by that terrifying man who appeared out of nowhere, he held

the highest position on the ship.

"Haha, of course, my dear son. I remember when you were born, your mother

died, and I, your old man, practically raised you on rice noodle soup. This time, you might finally get to taste

breast milk who knows, you might even have a little brother or sister, hehe."

The middle-aged man responded lewdly, squeezing the silver-haired woman's soft, full breasts forcefully, as if he

really wanted to try and squeeze out some milk. Although she was being vulgarly discussed about her sensitive areas, the silver-haired

beauty seemed not to hear, only twisting her slender waist in a self-destructive manner to accommodate the men's advances,

her eyes vacant as she smiled seductively, mechanically taking the penises brought to her mouth.

"What younger brother or sister? Even if she gets pregnant, it'll definitely be my child! Don't you know a woman's cunt

chooses the seed planted by the most powerful man?"

"Huh? If that's the case, then it's definitely my child!"

"Bullshit, it's definitely my child!!"

"It's mine!"

"It's mine!!"

Someone started it, and the men present suddenly started

arguing about who would get the silver-haired beauty they were gang-raping pregnant. As if to prove that they were the strongest men, they

pushed and shoved each other, shouting insults at each other.

"Ah! It's coming out! Get pregnant with my child!"

Hearing the noisy filth around him, the man fucking the silver-haired woman's cunt felt a strange surge of excitement

. He could no longer bear the extremely tight pressure that was constantly squeezing his penis inside the silver-haired beauty's cunt.

Grabbing her smooth and firm thighs, he roared and shot a large amount of thick semen deep into the beautiful woman's cunt.

"Ah!! It's so hot!! Semen! It's coming again!! Pregnancy? Hahaha... Joanna... I'm pregnant!!

Ah!!"

Feeling streams of scalding semen being ejaculated into her body again, the silver-haired woman, her consciousness extremely confused,

screamed wildly. However, with her uterus completely unprotected and constantly being filled with semen, it was indeed only a matter of time before she became pregnant with these men

's child.

"Alright, alright, what are you all arguing about? The child she's carrying is of course ours. I really hope

it's a daughter; she'll surely inherit the magician's beauty. Oh, oh, oh, I'm coming out too, beautiful lady.

Watch me give you a good enema with my semen, hehehe."

The fat cook, who was penetrating the silver-haired beauty's anus, breathed into her ear, his entire body trembling with pleasure

. His wrinkled scrotum jiggled, and a massive amount of semen instantly filled the silver-haired

beauty's rectum. The continuous stimulation made the silver-haired woman unable to stop the seductive moans emanating from her mouth,

gasping for breath as if she were about to suffocate.

Hearing his words, the others cursed a few times but stopped arguing. After all, as

the highest-ranking person besides that man, and having taken care of everyone's daily needs for many years, the cook's words still carried some weight.

"Haha, Daddy's right, the child the Mage is carrying is everyone's child, so

if it's born, everyone must cherish it. Don't you agree, Mage?" The young man, panting excitedly, said

this as he and his companion, who had been violating the silver-haired beauty's mouth, ejaculated their thick semen onto her face and

chest. He smeared the remaining semen on

the silver-haired , then maliciously slapped her flushed cheeks

twice with his limp penis.

"Ah...ah...yes...yes...Joanna's child...is everyone's...child...haha

...haha...I'm going to...I'm going to be a mother...Joanna...I'm so happy..."

Hearing the silver-haired woman's shameless and depraved words, the men present burst into lewd laughter.

Come on. A few days ago, when this woman first arrived on the ship, she had an arrogant demeanor, looking down on everyone. But after

being relentlessly raped by dozens of energetic men for days and nights, she seemed to be on

the verge of a mental breakdown. If she continued to be gang-raped and humiliated like this, she might not even know who she was anymore.

"Is this woman broken?"

"After being fucked for so long, most women would have given up by now."

"Who cares? Anyway, that lord said that as long as we don't hurt her body, we can do whatever we want with her

. Right now, I just want to have a few more rounds."

"When this woman first arrived, she acted all high and mighty, even daring to call us scum. Now she

's turned into a submissive bitch, hehehe."

"So, women are born to be fucked by men. What's so

great about having magic? She's sucked my dick, and she's obedient now."

The men mocked the silver-haired woman, who was almost exhausted from their rape, without restraint, venting

their darkest emotions. They knew perfectly well that in her eyes, they were nothing more than ants

, insignificant figures whom she wouldn't even give a second glance. But now, this woman of noble birth had been reduced to

a public sex toy, using her beautiful body to please them. This reversal of status gave these men immense satisfaction, especially since she

was a stunningly beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure.

Even if it cost them their lives to have sex with her, there would be a long line of men waiting for her. But now,

this woman was lying here, being fucked at will. This kind of good fortune felt like a dream.

The men who had finished venting made way, but the waiting men immediately filled the gaps,

sandwiching the silver-haired beauty between them, thrusting their penises and continuing a new round of attacks from both ends. Several restless hands

caressed her alluring body, smearing the semen on her skin like lubricant on her fair and smooth skin

, giving it a lewd sheen.

"Ah...ah...ha...so powerful...cocks...so intense...don't stop...ah...ah...ha...ah!!!"

The silver-haired beauty gasped incoherently, straddling the man lying on the bed,

her hands rapidly stroking the penises of two men on either side of her. Her lower body was being penetrated by two penises simultaneously, her strikingly

large breasts bouncing violently up and down. Soon, another man who had rushed onto the bed stood in front of her, grasping her breasts and clamping his

penis between them, thrusting it back and forth within her full breasts like a vagina.

"You like men's penises so much? What a slutty bitch."

The malnourished, thin, dark-skinned man who was penetrating the silver-haired beauty's vagina chuckled, his

disproportionately long, purplish-black penis violently thrusting in and out of the silver-haired woman's smooth, tight vagina,

semen and vaginal fluid splattering everywhere with each high-speed thrust.

"Ah...ah...penis...I like...everyone's...everyone's...penis...Joanna

likes them all so much!! Ah...ah...ahhh!!"

As if it were a matter of course, the silver-haired woman answered without hesitation, her breath coming in short

, intermittent gasps. Her half-open, beautiful eyes were filled with moisture, and her confused, alluring expression and seductive

moans only fueled the lust within the men who had just vented their desires. Instead, it burned even more intensely. Each

man, with red eyes, watched the fierce battle on the bed, rubbing his hard, swollen penises, panting as he waited for

his turn.

"Ah...ah...ah...ha...ah..."

Soon, the men violating the silver-haired beauty again poured their thick semen over her entire body. The silver-haired

woman still didn't get any rest, and the newly climbed-in men filled every usable

orifice on her body with their penises, enduring endless humiliation amidst the men's vulgar and filthy words.

Just as the lewd atmosphere in the room was gradually intensifying, the wooden door creaked

open . A clean and neatly dressed young man, incongruous with the filthy men in the room, walked in,

covering his nose and surveying the room with a strange smile on his face.

"Why are you here so soon? It's not time for the shift change yet!"

One of the pirates seemed a little annoyed when he heard someone enter, but when he turned around and saw the newcomer

's face, his expression immediately froze, then he immediately transformed into a respectful demeanor, his lips twitching as

he tried to force a smile. The others also immediately noticed that something was wrong, and upon seeing the newcomer,

they all showed the same expression as the first man who noticed. Even the men who were having sex with the silver-haired beauty

stopped, frozen in place, somewhat bewildered.

"You didn't hurt my respected magician, did you?"

The room, which had been filled with various sounds, fell silent. The young man looked mockingly at the silver-haired woman, who was already dazed from being

fucked , and said indifferently.

"Ah, no, no, absolutely not. We followed your instructions carefully and didn't hurt

anyone."

The head cook, acting as the representative, immediately spoke cautiously and respectfully, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

This seemingly harmless boy was far too terrifying; he didn't want to end up like the ship's original captain, reduced

to a pile of mincemeat.

"That's good. You can continue."

The boy, with a maturity and indifference completely out of character for his age, opened the door and walked out. Seeing him leave

, the men present seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if

something terrible would have happened if the boy had stayed any longer.

"Ah...ha...don't stop...everyone's...penis...ah...Joanna wants...big penis...haha...ah..."

The silver-haired woman seemed quite uncomfortable with the sudden stop of the gang rape feast. She moaned seductively, her eyes filled with allure

, putting a finger in her mouth and sucking on it seductively. She twisted her waist alluringly, her wanton and erotic appearance like a witch

instantly making the men's limp penises hard again. They huddled together again,

cursing and violently ravaging her tender honey pot and delicate anus, as if

venting all the fear they had just suffered on the silver-haired woman.

Leaving Joanna's room, Dewey strolled slowly back to his captain's cabin. Since

boarding this pirate ship a few days ago, he had executed the original captain and brought him under his control

.

He thought of the cold, proud Joanna, pitifully driven to a mental breakdown by a group of filthy, lowly pirates...

Dewey felt a surge of satisfaction at his successful revenge. Soon he would be back on the mainland. He wondered

how Ruolin and his knights were doing. Back home, he would still have to deal with that old man, Gandoff. Dewey clenched

his fist , feeling the power he had received from Chris, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.

"So fast...so hard...ah...ah...no, no, I can't take it anymore...Vivian...Vivian...I'm going to break!!"

Before he even reached the captain's cabin door, a young girl's loud moans echoed from inside. Dewey

wasn't surprised at all. Opening the door, he saw a petite and lovely girl, her hands gripping the edge of the table

, her cute little bottom sticking out, her face flushed with desire as she moaned. Behind her, an old man grabbed her

smooth, black hair, thrusting his thick, long penis, widening her pink and delicate vulva, her juices splashing

as he entered and exited, making lewd, muddy sounds.

“Miss Vivian, how is it? Does it feel good? Oh, ha...ha..."

Playing with Vivian's silky smooth hair, Old Mad pounded into her buttocks, his thick penis

vigorously penetrating the girl's already overflowing vagina. White semen

flowed , running down her white thighs, even leaving traces at the corners of her mouth, indicating she had been

fucked for a long time.

“Mmm...ah...so good...Vivian feels...so good...Mr. Mad...please...

again, harder...ah...ah..."

Completely unaware of Dewey's arrival, Vivian tilted her head back, her long, straight legs

spread wide, her mouth open, panting sweetly, responding to the thrusts of Old Mad's penis from behind, seemingly enjoying herself

immensely .

"Ah, young master, you're back so soon."

Old Mad noticed Dewey immediately, but his thrusting didn't stop at all. Instead, at

Vivian's request, he pounded into her honeypot even harder, his large glans slamming against her clitoris

, bringing her increasingly intense sexual pleasure.

Dewey nodded slightly, maintaining his enigmatic smile. He poured some of the captain's treasured

wine, took a couple of sips, and looked at Vivian, her little tongue sticking out, panting and ecstatic from Old Mad's fucking,

his thoughts drifting back to a few days ago...

(To be continued)

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