【Tales of the Temple of Desire】(27, 28)

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Author: kosmos1
Published on the forum on October 22, 2017
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Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Knight's Code
At 10:26 PM on March 27, 2017 (Royal Calendar), Ashford Academy's underground facility, B3.
This was a special building renovated under the orders of the acting governor of District 11, a secret room known only to Samael
.
Samael sat alone on the sofa, seemingly waiting for something.
Not long after, the door to the room was pushed open, revealing a woman with black hair and purple eyes.
Seeing the person outside, Samael revealed a meaningful smile: "Your Highness, have you
finished your conversation with Prince Lelouch?"
"Of course, I really thank you, Master." Marianne walked towards Samael with elegant steps
.
"Since you know to call me master, you must also know why I summoned you here, right?"
"Yes."
Marianna certainly knew why Samael had summoned her here. She had even changed into a magnificent purple
court dress, very similar to the one she had mentioned in the Aries Palace, and even applied makeup, seemingly wanting to
show her most beautiful side.
And her target was naturally her master, Samael. Marianna, like a pampered concubine,
sat sideways in Samael's lap, and he unhesitatingly wrapped his left arm around the waist of the imperial princess.
"The princess and the knight are having a tryst…Marianna, do you know what this reminds me of?" Samael
asked mysteriously.
Marianne smiled slightly, and a name slipped out: "Lancelot?"
"So Your Highness also knows the knight who betrayed the King of Britain in legend..." Samael
's left hand moved upwards, tracing the princess's body to her beautiful face, while his right hand
moved towards something more restless.
"Of course." Speaking of which... my request for a mission from Charles seems to be related to this name, oh! What
was it again... um, ah! It seems to be for conducting driving tests on that new-era knightmar developed by that earl
?
Let's call it the Lancelot prototype."
The mission Marianne mentioned was naturally the one she had previously used as a pretext from His Majesty Emperor Charles
, but now Samael wanted to sleep with the beautiful princess sitting in his lap. Although he had used this body for oral service before , a self- 　　aware person was far more arousing
than a silent doll . 　　Samael's right hand had already slipped under Marianna's skirt, pulling down the princess's panties. 　　"Your Highness, your moans are so lewd, I'm mesmerized..." 　　"Well! I'm just using my body to soothe my master's loss in saving my son." 　　The loss Marianna referred to was naturally the energy Samael had expended manipulating her body, and 　　the way to replenish that energy... 　　Marianna unzipped Samael's pants, straddling him with her legs beneath her skirt, and 　　with Marianna's cooperation, Samael inserted his penis into the princess's vagina, deep inside. 　　Beneath the princess's skirt, the knight and princess's genitals were joined together. 　　"Oh dear? Your Highness is quite proactive. Do you intend to betray my esteemed Emperor?" 　　"How could I not be proactive? After all, you are my master!" Marianna wrapped her arms around Samael's 　　neck. "As for Charuru... what happens to him depends on you." 　　As if treating the Emperor as insignificant, Princess Marianna of the Britannian Empire 　　swayed her sexy waist with abandon. 　　Was it that the temple's system was too powerful? Or was the Princess's allure simply greater? 　　Feeling the pleasurable sensation from his penis, Samael exclaimed, "Ah, this is truly..." 　　"Oh! Hmm... Ah, truly what?" Marianna asked, twisting her waist. 　　"This is terrible, my Princess... You actually lowered your noble body to seduce the Empire's 　　most loyal knight! This is the greatest betrayal of Britannia! As the Second Knight of the Round Table, I will punish 　　you!!" 　　Samael gripped Marianna's buttocks with both hands, his penis thrusting upwards, forcefully pounding into the Princess's vagina. 　　The intense pleasure of being thrust into made Marianna cry out, "Yes, oh, oh, oh! I... I'm 　　going to seduce!! Seduce the Empire's most loyal knight! Punish me, Master! Use your big cock! Punish 　　this lewd princess who cuckolded His Majesty the Emperor, ahhhhh!!!" 　　Physical lust and unwavering loyalty assaulted Marianna's mind. On Samael's iron-like 　　cock, the Empire's princess, like a fierce female knight, raced between Samael's legs. 　　Under the princess's temptation, Samael's cock quickly released its first ejaculation of the night, a large gush of white, cloudy 　　fluid attacking Marianna's womb, leaving the radiant Marianna utterly defeated. 　　"How is it... huff... Master? Ha... Is that enough?" 　　"How could that be enough? Since a long time ago, each time I fuck you, I only gain 10 points of essence. To 　　save Lelouch and Nunnally, I spent thousands of points." 　　"Ah ah," Master is really a naughty child. "Should I give Nunnally to you? Her body 　　is becoming more and more mature." For her loyalty, Marianne did not hesitate to push her daughter forward 　　. 　　"Oh?" 　　"What's wrong, Master? Did you find something interesting?" 　　Looking at the prompt that popped up in the temple system, Samael was a little surprised: "I really didn't expect... your complete form 　　actually increased my essence by 50 points." 　　"Is that so? Complete form... This is much easier." 　　Suddenly, Marianne left Samael's body and tore off her palace dress, revealing 　　the queen's sexy bodysuit—a purple lace suit. 　　Purple gloves, purple bra, purple panties, purple stockings, purple high heels, combined with

With her purple eyes and jet-black hair, Queen Mariana had transformed into a purple succubus.
The semen that had been ejaculated into her womb flowed slowly down her
beautiful legs, clad in purple stockings, as Mariana stood. This beautiful scene intensified Samael's sexual desire.
Feeling Samael's burning gaze, Mariana smiled slightly, her long, beautiful legs parted slightly
, and her hands spread her labia at their widest angle, saying, "My master, please use
the body of the fallen knight Mariana vi Britannia to replenish your losses!"
"Oh? You want me… um?!?"
Just as Samael was about to bring his desires to life,
a notification from the temple sounded in his mind, and panels from the Temple of Desire appeared before his eyes.
"Temple ID information updated… Updated ID: Mariana vi Britannia"
Age: ???
Race: Human;
Alignment: Evil Lawful;
Class: Queen LV5, Knight of the Round Table LV5, Mother LV5, Fallen Knight LV1;
Specialties: Swordsmanship LV10, Physical Proficiency LV10, Mech Operation LV5, Sexual Techniques LV1
v5, Light Armor v5
Skills: Breaking Good Slash v1, Fallen Will v1
Rank: 47th Tier 3 (2800 Spirit Points)
Strength: 251 (Class Bonus)
Agility: 18
Constitution: 341 (Class Bonus)
Intelligence: 26
Perception: 141 (Class Bonus)
Charisma: 252 (Class Bonus)
Talent: None Title
: Shining Marianna
Shining Marianna: Increases Charisma modifier for all factions by 20%
Fallen Knight Class Characteristics:
Increases HP, Strength, Constitution, Perception, and Charisma by an additional 2 points per level.
Level Cap: 5
Spirit: This class uses Spirit instead of MP.
Charisma: Charisma modifier increased by 10%.
Fallen: Easier to trade and seduce those with weak will.
Temple Note: This class has a doubled effect bonus with the Divine Prostitute.
"System, why did you pop up?" Samael asked in his mind, looking at the interface in front of him.
"...This is a necessary setting of the system, the dominant one."
"Never mind..." Samael rubbed his forehead, his gaze sweeping over Marianna, only to find her motionless
, still maintaining that alluring pose.
But...
the more he looked, the more uneasy he felt.
"System! This is your doing, isn't it?"
"Master, what are you talking about?"
"Of course, it's that last special note! What's going on?"
"This one?" The system sprite deleted each interface that appeared before Samael's eyes, leaving only
the Temple Special Note: "This is the Temple's suggestion. Master, you can make a choice."
"Option 1: Set the login ID Marianna vi Britannia as a Divine Prostitute. After setting,
the essence collection will be twice the total of all Divine Prostitutes."
"Option 2: Ignore the Temple's suggestion, but you will bear all the consequences."
"Choose! Master! 1 or 2?"
Facing the intimidating system, Samael's voice was somewhat low: "System..."
"What is it, Master?"
"Are you fooling me?!"
"This system does not have a 'fooling' function. Does Master not agree with the Temple's suggestion?"
"Of course, I am extremely! Extremely dissatisfied!!"
"Don't you want revenge anymore?"
"Does that matter?!"
"Everything in the temple is the source of your power, and the temple is the guarantee of your life. Therefore, all the temple's suggestions
are designed to guide you."
Suggestions? I think this is a threat!
Why?!
The temple seems to be forcing Samael to make a decision, a very cruel decision for him.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I choose! I choose now, okay? You just want me to choose the first option, don't
you!!!" Samael, blinded by inexplicable emotions, waved his hand and commanded the temple, "Register Marianna
vi Britannia as a divine prostitute!!!"
"Command confirmed. Temple registration of divine prostitute successful. Divine prostitute evaluation begins..."
"ID: Marianna vi Britannia."
"Appearance: 95 points."
"Figure: 2000 points."
"Strength: 5000 points."
"Titles: Radiant Marianna: 1000 points, Queen: 2000 points."
"Not a virgin: -1000 points."
"Special Skills: Mother of the Protagonist: 1000 points, Queen: 5000 points, Married Woman: 500 points,
Knightly Style: 3000 points."
"Professional Trait: Divine prostitutes with this ID in the same area gain double the amount of their vital energy."
"Comprehensive Score: 18595 points. System judgment: Lower-ranking Divine Prostitute."
"Ha, in the temple's eyes, Marianna is just a lower-ranking divine prostitute…"
Because of the temple's problems, Samael had no intention of having another round with the Queen. He directly
told Marianna, "Marianna, find some clothes to put on and come with me!!"
"Yes, my master!"
Marianna, who had lowered herself to such an extent but still couldn't seduce Samael, was somewhat frustrated. However,
after noticing the notification in her brain, she seemed to have discovered something interesting, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.
…
"Isn't this the Second Knight? May I ask what you need?"
In the luxuriously decorated office, a man wearing glasses and a black butler's uniform
bowed and scraped to Samael.
Currently, this was the only place Samael could set Marianna's settings—the largest entertainment venue in Area 11.
This place is a haven for gambling, underground boxing, drugs, and women—you name it, they offer it. Even slave trading is possible.
Of course, everything here comes with a condition: you must be Britannian, and only Britannians
can enjoy these privileges. The rest are simply there to be traded.
The man bowing repeatedly to Samael was the person in charge of personnel at this establishment.
"..." Samael said nothing, but simply lifted the cloak of the person standing behind him, revealing their
face and a glimpse of purple flesh.
"This is... Ah! This isn't..." Upon seeing Marianna's face, the person in charge stared wide-eyed, filled with shock and
fear, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Shut up! Calm down!!"
The person in charge wiped the sweat from his face and looked down at Samael, asking, "Is there...is there anything you need
me to do?"
"You may be familiar with this person's face, but you can rest assured that she is not the real one." Looking at
the man in front of him who was more than ten years older than himself, Samael casually told a lie.
Hearing Samael's words, the person in charge finally breathed a sigh of relief. He tentatively asked, "Um... Second
Knight, so... what do you mean?"
Samael nodded. "She's just a lowly person from Area 11. No need for training. Just
give her a job that suits her status."
"A person from Area 11? I understand."
"By the way, she has a special face, so try not to let too many people know about her."
"Well... that's a bit troublesome." With a businessman's characteristic smile, the person in charge continued, "Could you
...?"
Looking at the person in charge's shrewd appearance, Samael's eyes narrowed. "No! You... do you have any objections
?"
"No! How could I dare... It's my honor to serve the Second Knight. Does the Second Knight of the Round Table
have any other requirements?"
"Her working hours are set after 10 PM. I have other arrangements for the rest of the time."
"That means only 10 PM to 6 AM. That's a bit too short..."
"Hmm?" Samael snorted coldly at the person in charge's greedy attitude.
"Yes, yes! To please you is my greatest honor."
After bowing and watching Samael leave, the person in charge abandoned his humble demeanor. Facing
Marianna, whom Samael had referred to as "Area 11," he changed his attitude, his lewd gaze fixed on Marianna's
body.
"Area 11? Hmph! Since the Second Knight has spoken, I have no choice but to obey... However,
the extent of your work will depend on your own efforts."
"Oh? How should I strive for it?" Marianna crossed her arms, a look of pleasure on her face.
"Area 11!!" The person in charge revealed a long whip hidden in his sleeve and lashed it at the floor in front of Marianna.
"Are you people from Area 11 so barbaric that you don't even know how to tell others your names?!"
Upon hearing the manager's rude act of assuming she was from Area 11, Marianna seemed to realize something,
and she flashed a charming smile: "Me? Of course, I'm Marianna!"
"A mere person from Area 11 dares to share a name with our Britannian princess? Who gave you the audacity?!"
"Pfft!" As if hearing a joke, Marianna's face beamed: "Of course, it's
Lord Samael."
"Tch!"
These noble lords really know how to play…
Upon hearing Samael's name, the manager instantly lost his temper, but looking at
the woman who shared a name with the Imperial Princess, his lower body ignited with lust.
"I told you before that you need to fight for your job, right?" The manager pulled down his pants, revealing
his erect penis: "Come and satisfy me, Marianna!"
As if reciting the name of a deceased princess, the manager's tone was filled with smugness and arrogance.
Marianna rolled her eyes at him, knelt before the manager, and took his penis tightly
into her mouth.
"Ah! This feels so good! Her face and eyes are so real! Ahh...!"
The penis enjoyed the sensation of being enveloped by a woman who looked almost exactly like the princess. The double pleasure made the manager
squint his eyes with delight. He had no idea that the woman licking his penis was
Marianna herself.
"Tsk! Tsk tsk... Slurp! Tsk tsk..."
Marianna skillfully used oral sex techniques on the manager, sucking and licking. Perhaps because
the woman's face was so similar to the princess, the intense urge to ejaculate caused the manager to ejaculate,
shooting all his semen into Marianna's mouth. After sucking up the last drop of semen, Marianna's smug gaze swept 　　over the manager who
had been rapidly ejaculating in her mouth , and she licked her lips mockingly. 　　"Damn Area 11 woman! Don't get cocky!!" 　　Enraged, the manager found a collar in a nearby cabinet, fastened it 　　around Marianna's neck, and, gripping the rope, led her away like a slave 　　. 　　... 　　After passing through several doors and a long, narrow corridor, the manager took out a key and opened an 　　iron door deep inside. 　　Behind the door was a group of men of Area 11 descent, dressed only in boxer shorts. These were 　　the gladiators of this place. After countless days and nights of fighting, they lay sprawled on the grassy floor, like deflated balloons 　　. 　　Seeing their languid state, the manager took out a whip and lashed one of the men closest to him 　　. 　　"Get up! Get up, all of you! You useless yellow-skinned monkeys!!" 　　"Smack—!" 　　"Ah! Haa... Haa..." The person who was chosen writhed on the ground in pain, breathing heavily 　　, while the rest of the people were all awakened by the man's screams.

"What? It's... Sir?"
"What is it now?"
"Please don't make me fight anymore, I haven't eaten for two days..."
Like animals being kept in captivity, the men of Area 11 scrambled to their feet, utterly exhausted, and
pleaded with their comrade.
"Tch! A bunch of useless bastards!" The comrade spat and shoved Marianne in
front of the group of men from Area 11: "Considering you've all worked hard all day, this woman is yours! Remember, don't
break her, she's worth far more than you are!!"
If this woman were to restrain herself even slightly... Hmph!
After tossing Marianne to the men of Area 11, the comrade left without looking back,
locking the iron gate from the outside.
In his view, handing a woman over to the men of Area 11 was the greatest punishment.
"Woman... another comrade?" One man looked at Marianne with a hint of sorrow in his eyes.
"Japanese?" another man asked.
"No! Her eyes are purple? She doesn't look like a woman of our Yamato race at all!!" another
man said.
"But her hair... it fits our Yamato Nadeshiko..."
"Yamato Nadeshiko? Have you even seen a real Yamato Nadeshiko?"
"Idiot! Why don't we just ask her what kind of snake-woman she is?" The first man asked Marianna
, "Are you Japanese?"
"You're the idiot! Of course she's Japanese, otherwise why would that bastard in charge have brought her
here?!"
A younger man, as if remembering something, said to Marianna, "Auntie
, don't be afraid. We Japanese aren't like those Britannian bastards who only know how to bully others!!"
"Yeah! We're not Britannian bastards!"
Looking at the comments from the men of Area 11 in the room and their contempt for the Britannian Empire
, Marianna looked at everyone meaningfully: "You keep calling Britannians
bastards, aren't you afraid I'm also Britannian?"
"Um... Auntie, are you Britannian?"
"I don't think so. Could she be mixed-race?"
"Mixed-race with Japanese features?"
"I remember the Chinese Federation also has black hair, right?"
Mariana shook her head, watching the Japanese men's wild speculations.
"Sorry, you're all wrong. Didn't I already hint at the answer...? I'm a purebred
Britannian." Mariana smiled, giving the men of Japan the most direct answer.
Upon hearing Mariana say she was Britannian, the men's attitudes immediately twisted
.
"What? You're a bastard Britannian?!"
"Why is a Britannian here?!"
"Unforgivable!!"
"Yes! Britannians are unforgivable!!"
The people in the room surrounded Mariana, almost concentrating all their years of hatred for their country's destruction on
this one woman.
Even so, Marianne remained fearless, defiantly addressing the men in the room, "Let me tell you
a secret, I am Princess Marianne vi Britannia, you
trash from Area 11! If you have the guts
, take revenge on me!!" Provoked by Marianne's words, the men, blinded by hatred, glared at her.
"Shut up, you Britannian bitch!"
The men swarmed her, and in an instant, Marianne's body was taken over by the men from Area 11, much like
Japan under Britannia's rule. Marianne's vagina, anus, mouth, hands, and feet
were all violated by the men from Area 11.
"Give me back my homeland!" roared the man violating Marianne's vagina.
"Give me back my family!" roared the man violating Marianne's anus.
"Give me back my job!" roared the man violating Marianne's mouth.
"Give us back our happy past!" the men from Area 11 shouted in unison, violating Marianne's body
.
The remaining men, lacking genitals, masturbated over Marianne's body.
In this dark, cramped room, the smiling Queen of Britannia endured
repeated assaults by the men of District 11.
Physical union, the offering of essence—this was the duty of the courtesan of the Temple of Desire.
...
Ashford Academy villa district, Samael's room.
Back at Ashford Academy, Samael sat wearily on the living room sofa, his eyes tightly closed, lost in
thought.
"Currently, only one divine prostitute is effective, and the Fallen Knight's efficiency in collecting essence cannot be doubled. Master
, would you like to transfer the divine prostitute from Britannia's capital, Pandoragon?"
Watching the system notifications continuously increasing his essence value, Samael ignored the advice given to him and directly
asked the temple system, "System, do you have your own thoughts?"
"..."
Samael's question seemed to sink without a trace. After waiting for a long time without receiving a response from the temple, just as he was about to give up
and go to sleep, a female voice remarkably similar to the system spirit rang in his mind.
"...Yes." The system spirit paused for a moment before continuing, "The temple's system spirit does indeed possess a
humanoid interactive interface."
"A humanoid interactive interface? Hmph..." Samael's lips curled into a smile. "Since you have a human form
, why haven't I seen you even once in all these years?"
"I...no, due to the damage to the Temple of Desire, this system is no longer capable of maintaining a human form."
"Don't pretend." Samael, as if a sage who sees through everything, coldly said, "I think
communicating with someone who has their own thoughts is better than communicating with a machine."
"Yes...Master..."
"You know more than I do, don't you?"
"You're right, Master."
"There are some things you won't tell me unless I ask?"
"Yes, Master."
"Are you male or female? Don't tell me the humanoid interface doesn't have gender!!"
"I...I'm female."
"Do you have a name?"
"That's not within my scope of answering."
"Oh?"
Samael pondered for a long time, then asked the system spirit, "Do you...like me?"
"Master, the Temple System doesn't possess the emotion of 'like'."
"0.18 seconds...that's enough, I'm going to sleep."
After saying his last words to the system spirit, Samael returned to his bedroom.
Marianna becoming a courtesan?
Perhaps, for Samael, after having Anya, Marianna was no longer as
attractive as before.
The radiant Marianna was nothing more than his childhood dream, and that dream
had vanished the moment Samael first manipulated the Queen's body like a puppet.
Knight or courtesan, now, only revenge against Britannia is
what Samael truly desires to accomplish.
These processes are merely means; as long as they damage the prestige of the Britannian Empire, the more methods
the better.
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Lancelot
"You will use your identity to come to Area 11, understand?"
"Yes! As your most loyal sex slave, Genevieve do Britannia, I will do my utmost
to fulfill your wishes!!"
After explaining things to Britannia, Samael hung up the phone and turned his gaze to
the pink-haired girl beside him. The Second Knight's eyes were filled with tenderness.
"Ania-chan, sorry to have kept you waiting!" "No, Samael only said a few words..." Anya shook her head: " 　　What is
Samael planning to do by calling the First Princess to Area 11?" 　　"Well... I think it's better for Anya not to know too much." 　　Even though Anya was the person Samael trusted most, he didn't want this girl to know unnecessary 　　information. 　　But… 　　“Isn’t the First Princess also a courtesan?” 　　“What?!” Upon hearing that word uttered from Anya’s mouth, Samael’s previously calm face showed 　　astonishment: “Ania-chan… how do you know all this??” 　　“I am Samael’s familiar, and I also know the information from the temple.” Anya looked at 　　Samael as if it were a matter of course, her eyes sparkling, as if she knew more than just a little bit. 　　“So, you also know about my revenge against the Britannian Empire?” 　　“Revenge?” Anya tilted her head, remained silent for a few seconds, and then nodded heavily as if she had made up her mind 　　: “Yes! I will help Samael…” 　　“Is that so… hahaha… let’s go and complete this mission in Area 11 first, even if it’s 　　to cover up Marianne’s existence, at least we should put on a show.” 　　“Hmm…” Anya lowered her head, looking somewhat disappointed. 　　“What’s wrong? Does Anya-chan not like this mission?” 　　“My Mordred…” 　　Mordred? 　　Samael was baffled by the term the pink-haired girl used. He asked, "Can you tell me 　　what Mordred is?" 　　"It's my personal machine... but right now, even Lancelot isn't finished, and the 4th generation K is 　　n't working smoothly anymore." 　　"Ah! Oh..." Remembering something, Samael reached out and stroked Anya's face. 　　"I almost forgot, Anya-chan also has memories of the future of this world." 　　"And, compared to Knockmare, the 'Binding' IS armor is more comfortable to use." As if 　　enjoying it, Anya narrowed her eyes, grabbing Samael's hands and rubbing them against her cheeks. 　　"Binding? IS armor??" 　　More things I don't know... 　　Just how many things does my Anya-chan know that I don't? 　　Seeing Samael's confusion, Anya immediately explained, "Well, Shu is 　　someone Samael will meet in the future, she..." 　　"Alright, alright! I know!" Samael quickly covered Anya's mouth, "Ania-chan, don't 　　spoil it for me, I hate known futures the most." 　　"Oh... I understand." 　　The Britannian Empire's Special Dispatch Guide Technology Department (hereinafter referred to as the Special Dispatch) is 　　a direct department of the Second Prince Schneizel el Britannia. Due to a certain count's problem, the Special Dispatch's base 　　was located in a cluster of buildings very close to Ashford Academy. After Samael and Anya left the villa, 　　they arrived at the mission location in just a few steps. 　　For Samael, however, he was reluctant to see that troublesome person… 　　“A more rational skeleton! A perfect streamlined design! 　　A propulsion device with enhanced utilization to a new level! This is my Lancelot!! But the skeleton of the third-generation Knife 　　seems a bit stronger.” The man in the white research coat waved his hands, like a 　　child showing off his most prized toy, and said to Samael and Anya, “How about it, isn’t it great! 　　I spent a lot of effort completing this design! So, can I see the third-generation Knife from Ashford Academy?” 　　Annoying… This person is so annoying! 　　That was all Samael wanted to say to the bespectacled man with light purple hair in front of him 　　. 　　The feeling of not being able to get a word in edgewise made Samael want to punch the person in front of him who was endlessly explaining 　　information about “Lancelot” and “third-generation Knife”.

Just as Samael put his ideas into action, the beautiful woman standing next to the bespectacled man acted.
She strode up to Lloyd, her eyes fixed intently on his face.
"Count Lloyd, get to the point! Don't forget, these two are Knights of the Round Table sent by His Majesty the Emperor!"
"...Alright!" Lloyd immediately straightened up and gestured for the two Knights of the Round Table to give it a try.
"Please, you two parts—no, please, you two knights, give it a try! Let me make it clear beforehand, Lancelot has already
had many different pilots, and you should know what happened to them, right?"
Parts?
Does this guy think I didn't hear him...?
Samael's brows were practically scrunched up with fury.
"Samael... the mission is important!" Anya immediately grabbed Samael's arms.
"Hmm... alright! I'll listen to Anya-chan."
In the end, both Samael and Anya had seen the mission report.
After exchanging a glance for a second, Samael made his decision and leaped directly into Lancelot's cockpit.
"A new interface? But basically nothing's changed..."
After glancing at Lancelot's control panel, Samael pressed the engine button and expertly
gripped the control stick, waiting for Lancelot to start.
Since the Britannian Empire developed the first-generation Knightmare, all operating
systems have remained unchanged, with the only difference being startup speed. To better adapt to warfare,
the startup time of a basic Knightmare is controlled to within 30 seconds. However, Knightmares equipped with heavy weaponry
need to connect to several times more weaponry than other models, so their startup time exceeds one minute
. Therefore, heavily armed Knightmares undergo a "preheating" startup before battle.
As for the Lancelot, this new-era experimental machine, even without additional weapons,
given the further increase in Sakura Stone utilization, this new equipment would inevitably be slower than a regular Knightmare
.
Although Samael thought this way, Lancelot's control interface displayed
a message indicating that the machine was fully deployed. Lloyd was also outside shouting to Samael, "Second Knight! We're going
to the training ground for the next experiment! Please follow me!!!"
This... it's only been less than 10 seconds, right? And that includes the cockpit's closing speed?!
This new machine is too exaggerated! As expected of a new generation of mecha.
"Understood!" Samael, having calmed down, pushed forward with both hands and piloted Lancelot, following Lloyd's
instructions towards the training ground.
It must be said that Lancelot's reaction speed is indeed very fast. Even with Samael's body, which had been tested by the Order many times
, it could barely withstand it. It's normal that ordinary pilots couldn't handle it. Perhaps only the Knights of the Round Table could adapt
to this wild horse.
Enduring the discomfort in his body, Samael adapted to the machine while cooperating with
the tests proposed by Count Lloyd. This ordeal finally ended after an hour.
Samael, lying on the ground, looked up at Lancelot, thinking to himself, "Lancelot... I didn't expect this
machine to be such a perfect match for the First Knight of the Round Table in Arthurian legend.
I'm getting this Knightmare!!"
"As expected, the Knight of the Round Table's body is incredibly strong. The compatibility with Lancelot has reached 80%,
which is currently the highest adaptation rate. Excellent!!"
Samael's performance seemed to greatly satisfy Count Lloyd. He then beckoned to Anya, "Sixth
Knight, would you like to give it a try?"
Having already learned from their previous conversation that Anya's personal machine wasn't this one, Samael directly
refused Count Lloyd's invitation on Anya's behalf: "Enough, let me pilot Lancelot.
Lord Anya isn't suited for it!"
"Is that so? You've collected quite a bit of data... In that case, I'll proceed
with the next phase of development for Lancelot as the Second Knight's personal machine." Lloyd pushed up his glasses, giving Samael a disgusting smile.
So easily?
"Don't we need to consult Prince Schneizel?"
"Prince Schneizel? His Highness is quite lenient with me... If it's for
developing equipment for the Second Knight, I'm sure His Majesty the Emperor would be very happy, right? And as His Majesty's son,
Prince Schneizel would be very pleased too."
"I know. Then, I'll leave Lancelot to you."
"Of course! This is my masterpiece!!" Lloyd proudly patted his chest.
"Ania-chan, let's go." Samael pulled Anya's hand and walked towards the door.
"Hmm..."
"Wait! Aren't the two Knights of the Round Table staying?"
Samael turned around, scrutinizing the man who had developed Lancelot again, and said, "Count Lloyd,
is it? The data you've collected so far should be enough for the next stage of development, right?
Send someone to find me when Lancelot's development reaches the next stage!"
"Ah... what a waste! It's so hard to find such a high-level component!"
The blow to the head stopped Lloyd's dangerous remarks. He rubbed his head, his
face full of grievance, and asked his assistant, "Cecil! Why did you hit my head with the notebook? It contains
a lot of valuable information..."
Compared to his injured head, he was more concerned about the notebook filled with records?
Just how much love did this man put into Knightmare!
Looking at this man of noble status who was devoted to armor development, Cecil shook his head helplessly
: "Count Lloyd? Have you forgotten that these two are His Majesty the Emperor's knights?"
"Oh! That's true. Now that we've obtained so much data, we'll have to trouble you again,
Cecil-chan."
"Don't use such a mean nickname! Honestly, why do you only show a serious
expression when you're working?"
Watching Lloyd get back into work mode, Cecil let out another sad sigh.
...
After leaving the special envoy's base, Samael, dragging his weary body, found a secluded corner and
took several deep breaths. Only when no one else was around would he reveal his vulnerable side.
After catching his breath, he asked Anya, "Let's go on our date now! Anya-chan!"
"Don't you need to rest?" Anya asked, looking at Samael's pale face with concern.
"Ha! Haa... Don't worry about me! Whew... It's just a driving test, I'm not going to be unable to handle
it..."
"But..." Samael's appearance still made Anya uneasy.
Indeed, Anya-chan is the cutest... This familiar feeling,
the girl's eyes warmed Samael's heart, and a strange emotion made him completely unable to be
wary of Anya.
"It's nothing. After all, Lancelot's test drive is easier than the Order's tuning."
"Do you need me to help you eliminate the Order?"
"Never mind, let's talk about the Order later. I don't have that power right now..."
"Don't you need a gas?"
"Gas?" Samael smiled after hearing the familiar word from Anya again.
"Oh, Anya-chan is right... but this power is useless against the Order, isn't it?"
"Using a gas would be faster."
"I know... but V.V. is the Britannian Emperor's brother. As the leader of the Order,
the Britannian Empire should have many ways to restrict gas, right?"
"..." Anya looked at Samael seriously, as if she had something else to say.
Anya's strange behavior made Samael a little anxious: "What's wrong, Anya? Do you know something
?"
"Didn't Samael tell me not to reveal information about the future?"
"Well... I should just say it, otherwise I'll choke on it."
"Hmm, there shouldn't be any items that can restrain Geas at this time."
"No?"
"Yes, the one who can restrain Geas is the future Lord Jeremiah."
"Jeremiah? That's really incredible information..."
After receiving such powerful information, a bold idea appeared in Samael's mind.
"Let's go back!" Samael said to Anya with a smile.
"Okay!"
When Samael and Anya returned to the special mission's research room, before the room's owner could even speak, he directly
activated Geas.
"You will become my slaves! This is my order!!"
"Yes, Maled!!"
Looking at the two with their eyes deep red, Samael nodded in satisfaction.
Anya chimed in, "The temple probably needs more divine prostitutes, right?"
"Perhaps...?" Following Anya's gaze, Samael sized up
the woman in Britannian military uniform.
"Tell me your identity!"
The woman in uniform stood with her legs together and said, "I am... my name is Cecil Colmi... I
came to District 11 as the head of the Special Dispatch Guide Technology Department, my main task being to assist Count Lloyd in developing
a new kind of knives for the Empire."
Cecil's identity was unremarkable, so no important information was known...
but now was a time when manpower was needed, so let's make the most of it!
Samael connected to the temple: "Register Cecil Kormi as a divine prostitute."
"Commander's order confirmed. Divine prostitute registration successful. Divine prostitute evaluation begins..."
"ID: Cecil Kormi."
"Appearance: 83 points."
"Figure: 1300 points."
"Strength: 100 points."
"Title: Head of the Special Dispatch Guide Technology Department of the Britannian Empire: 200 points."
"Virginity: 1000 points."
"Overall Score: 2583 points. System determination: Lower-ranking divine prostitute..."
As expected, it's not working...
Where am I supposed to find a divine prostitute?
Just as Samael was pondering this, the system spirit's voice sounded again.
"Master, have you forgotten Ashford Academy?"
Ashford Academy?
Right! There's that trick too...
...
At 3:00 AM on March 29th, 2017 (Royal Calendar), in the largest entertainment venue in District 11—Dreamland Avalon
.
"These... these are all of them?" The manager looked at the people behind Samael in astonishment.
Leaving aside the beautiful women in military uniforms, the woman exuding aristocratic air
looked remarkably like the leading lady who had appeared on television a few times. And the quality of these girls in Ashford Academy uniforms was just too
high…
“What do you think?” Samael teased the administrator. “If you guess right, I’ll give you a reward.”
Even though he already had some answers he shouldn’t have said aloud, the administrator had to tentatively reply
, “Are they still numbered people from Area 11?”
“Wrong! They’re real Britannians!” Samael’s gaze swept over the Ashford
Academy girls, then continued, “Well… most of them are young ladies from noble families.”
Even the most clueless administrator knew what was about to happen. He swallowed hard and stammered
, “Sir Knight, you…you’re joking with me, right? I…I’m a very
timid person…”
“Remember the woman I brought yesterday?”
“Ah!” As if remembering something terrible, the administrator froze.
"Hahaha! Your expression is really funny." Samael laughed out loud at the manager's reaction.
"That's right, that woman is Marianne, His Majesty Charles's favorite princess."
"I...she...that...Princess Marianne???" The manager knelt down with a thud.
On the red carpeted floor.
"Become my pawn." Samael's gaze shot to the steward: "Or die."
"Ah...yes! Your humble servant...your humble servant, Tanaka George, is from this day forward your most loyal servant."
Under the threat of death, the steward responded to the second knight before him with the utmost humility.
Samael said mockingly, "Oh? So Mr. T of Dreamy Avalon is from Area 11?"
"No...your humble servant is half Britannian, and because of the issue with the other half of his blood..."
"Never mind, these people are yours. Your first task is to assign them tasks, preferably those who don't care about quality but only require quantity of service. Of course, 　　you should understand that
there are two people who need special care, right?" 　　"Uh..." Tanaka George glanced at the First Princess among the girls of Ashford Academy. 　　"You mean these two?" 　　"Quite clever, aren't you? Yes, these two. Remember to record their most wanton side; these 　　records will be very useful." 　　"I understand. Do you have any other instructions?" 　　"Instructions? The conditions for these people are the same as last time." 　　"10 PM to 6 AM?" 　　"That's all for now. I'll be going now." 　　"Yes, Sir! Take care!" 　　Suppressing his inner elation, Tanaka George arranged for Cecil and the Ashford Academy girls, dressed in bunny girl outfits, 　　to go to the "Oral Paradise" area. Now, it was time for the main event he was looking forward to. 　　Back in his office, Tanaka George saw the First Princess of the Britannian Empire sitting 　　in his chair, her brows furrowed as if she were angry about something. 　　"Even the black tea is so awful. Area 11 is truly a filthy place!!" 　　Clearly, Genevieve's words were meant for someone in the room. 　　In response, Tanaka George picked up the tea set that Princess had thrown onto the carpet: "This was prepared for the Knight. 　　It's normal that Princess doesn't like it." 　　Although, the Second Knight didn't drink it either... 　　Besides, I don't have the extra money or the guts to buy that ridiculously expensive royal-supplied black tea. 　　Tanaka George placed the tea set on the table, his lewd eyes sizing up the First Princess before him. 　　Although slightly inferior to Marianna, compared to the late Queen who had lost her public status, this woman 　　was currently the true First Princess of Bridania. 　　Since the person who gave me oral sex yesterday was Princess Marianna, then this princess 　　can also... 　　Thinking of this, Tanaka George, his penis hard, pulled Genevieve, who was sitting in the chair, up and roughly 　　pulled her into his arms. 　　"You bastard, what do you take me for?" 　　This is troublesome, could it be… 　　"Princess Ginnivel?" 　　"You know who I am and still dare to treat me like this! You really are a barbarian with blood from Area 11! 　　The glory of Britannia is being tainted by your filthy bloodline!!" 　　"Yes! This lowly one deserves to die!" Tanaka George prostrated himself, kneeling at the First Princess's feet. 　　"If you want to fuck a princess like me, then show me the etiquette of Britannia!" 　　"Huh?" Tanaka George looked up, completely bewildered. 　　The haughty princess crossed her arms and looked down at Tanaka Shoichi, saying, " 　　Didn't your father teach you? If you want to fuck a member of the Britannian Empire's royal family, you should hold my breasts with respect 　　and ask my permission before you can fuck our royal honeypot." 　　Ginnivel's confident words stunned Tanaka George. 　　Wasn't this utter nonsense?? 　　But if it were true… 　　“Wait a minute!” Tanaka George got up from the floor, took a camera from the corner of the room 　　, connected the cable, and pointed the camera at Guinevere. 　　Tanaka George came up behind Guinevere, cupped the First Princess’s breasts in his hands, and 　　asked while kneading them, “So, Your Highness Guinevere? May I fuck you now?” 　　“Oh! That’s it! That’s right! I grant your request!!” 　　Guinevere’s words excited Tanaka George. 　　This, this is royalty! I actually have a princess of Dobrian who I can almost fuck? And there will be 　　more in the future!! 　　“Quick! Quickly put your big cock into my cunt!!” Guinevere tore at her long skirt, 　　rubbing her naked lower body against Tanaka George’s cock through his pants. 　　The First Princess's sexy, shapely buttocks ignited a fire in Tanaka George's nostrils. Even working in this kind of place, 　　he had never seen a woman pose with such allure. 　　"Princess Ginnivel, aren't you...wearing underwear?" 　　"Huh? Are you crazy?" Ginnivel said, wiggling her hips. "As a member of the Britannian 　　Empire's royal family, it's my duty as the First Princess to be ready to be violated at all times! So, hurry up 　　and shove your big cock in!!" 　　"Yes, your highness!" 　　Hearing the First Princess's invitation, the lust-fueled Tanaka George quickly pulled down his pants 　　and thrust his already engorged penis into Ginnivel's honeypot. 　　"Oh! Yes! That's it!! That's how a normal person should treat royalty!" "Is 　　this princess crazy? She actually considers my violation of her as the attitude towards royalty?!" 　　With this question in mind, Tanaka George brutally violated the First Princess's vagina with his penis. 　　Glancing at his own genitals with Ginniwell's, Tanaka George sighed regretfully. 　　Not a virgin... 　　I thought this First Princess, who had never been married, was an old maid. 　　"Your Highness Ginniwell, could you tell me who took your virginity?" Tanaka George 　　asked while still fucking the First Princess's vagina.

"Oh, my virginity? As a member of the Britannian royal family, I am Lord Samael's most loyal
sex toy! My virginity! Of course, it was taken by Lord Samael!!"
This was an unexpected yet reasonable answer. If only I had taken the First Princess's virginity
...
This insane fantasy drove the body's owner to even more frenzied actions. Tanaka George violated Genevieve with even more brutal force
, his hands almost deforming the First Princess's breasts!
"Ahhh, not bad! You're great! If you satisfy me... maybe!! I'll give you
a knight's title!!"
Pshaw, who would want a knight's title for a sex toy princess!
Although Tanaka George inwardly mocked the First Princess's infatuation, he respectfully asked, "Her
knight is she? That's something to look forward to."
"Hmph," "That's more like it..." The princess's elegant smile was completely ruined by her ahegao (a slang term for a lewd expression), and
Ginniville, with her tongue lolling out, looked like a sow that had been fucked and was now pregnant.
Although the First Princess's performance had already disappointed Tanaka George somewhat, the Britannian Empire still
had many princesses!
The imposing Cornelia, the petite Euphemia, and the compassionate Mariebell...
The princesses' bodies made Tanaka George fantasize, and his penis began to feel the urge to ejaculate. "
Let's make good use of this princess's womb!!!"
With beautiful fantasies about the future, Tanaka George's semen flowed into the First Princess's womb.
Wanting more is a thought that everyone has; perhaps this is the weakness of humanity.
And perhaps Tanaka George's delusions will become reality the moment he submits to Samael...
...
Postscript: This is version 2.0 of the Temple of Prostitutes. It all started because
I accidentally deleted chapters 4 and 7 I wrote a long time ago. I was devastated and felt depressed for a long time. This
book was originally published as a light novel on a certain website, but I forcibly modified it into a dark and erotica, essentially
restarting from the Lelouch volume. I also rewrote some of the previous settings, which coincided with the recent big news about Lelouch.
As it stands now, the Temple of Prostitutes should be updated to the Temple of Desire. Those who have read my other book
should know that the protagonist, Loki, also has a Temple of Hope. Of course, there's also a
Temple of Despair in my imagination that hasn't been developed yet, with the protagonist yet to be determined...
Overall, the three temples of desire, hope, and despair will probably become a huge pitfall for me.
As usual, I'll attach the original text that I previously published on another site, which I've modified. The modified
text includes some explicit scenes from the previous "Temple of the Prostitutes" story. With these two chapters, it's a continuation of the series.
I hope you enjoy reading it; of course, if you don't, there's nothing I can do.

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