【Forbidden for the Brave】(31)

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Chapter 31? Rand (Chapter 2)
Sharp leaves grazed Alan's cheeks, causing him constant pain, but he had no energy to care about

that , because something far more terrifying was chasing him. The roars of wild beasts behind him made Alan

dare not stop.
"Your task is to kill it, not let it chase you."
"I know, damn it."
Alan was somewhat dissatisfied with the leisurely Hiro standing on the tree. Recalling how he had escaped from

the jaws , only to find that the carriage had disappeared without a trace, according to Hiro, it must have been

scared away by the toad's loud noise. Alan had cursed the coachman in his heart more than once for this. After that, he followed Hiro on foot to the

next town. That night, fueled by alcohol, he asked Hiro to teach him martial arts. Surprisingly, Hiro readily agreed

. That night was the first time he had drunk alcohol, and whether this decision made in a moment of passion was right or wrong, he couldn't say for sure at the moment

.
The sounds behind him grew closer, and Alan gripped the dagger tighter. His legs

were almost giving way. After passing through a tree, the scenery suddenly opened up before him. Compared to the gloomy

forest, the landscape was so bright and beautiful, but Alan had no mood to appreciate it. A few more steps and

he would fall off the cliff and be smashed to pieces. The rustling
of leaves behind him revealed an ugly head—a burly, black

dog with four eyes, sharp fangs bared, and

a slightly open mouth, growling as if it wanted to devour its prey.
Alan's dagger deterred the dog, and they remained locked in a stalemate. Alan secretly glanced

at Hiro but couldn't find him. "What's this guy up to? Is he trying to kill me?" Alan wondered. "No wonder

he agreed so easily. Does he just want to see me make a fool of myself and pay with my life?"
"Damn it!"
Alan suddenly erupted. He was no longer willing to endure it silently, at least not to die here so easily. He brandished

his dagger and charged at the vicious dog, his roar seeming to embolden himself. The dog roared back,

its powerful hind legs leaping forward, its body charging towards its prey. In an instant, they engaged in a head-on confrontation.
The dagger was about to pierce the dog's head when Alan suddenly felt a heavy blow to his chest. The dog's

foreleg had struck him squarely in the chest. His body couldn't withstand the force, and he tumbled backward, staggering and falling

to the ground. The dog wouldn't let this opportunity pass, pouncing on him. Alan used all his strength to brace against

the dog's relentlessly biting head. Although he had the dagger in his hand, he couldn't adjust its angle at all. Even

a moment hesitation would send its sharp teeth piercing his throat.
His strength was dwindling, and Alan grew increasingly tense. The dog's saliva splattered onto his face with each missed bite

. Was he going to die here? "To die so pathetically?
" "I told you to approach it stealthily. Facing an opponent stronger than yourself, head-on confrontation isn't

brave , it's foolish,"
Hiro's voice echoed eerily from behind the vicious dog, startling it.

The dog whirled around, a deep blue hand gently stroking its head. With a slight tremor, the dog squeaked and collapsed limply

.
Everything happened so fast that Alan hadn't even had time to process it. At least he was saved. A

thin silver needle gleamed in the sunlight in Hiro's hand; otherwise, it would have been difficult to spot.

Still reeling from the shock, Alan watched the vicious dog breathing steadily. He gripped his dagger, ready to finish

it off, but Hiro's words stopped him.
"Is it really okay to just kill it like this? I've already failed the mission I gave you. You have no

reason to kill it. Do you only pick up a weapon for pure killing?"
Hiro's words left Alan feeling somewhat confused. He was the one who asked him to hunt this vicious dog, yet now

he was stopping him. Seeing Alan's bewildered expression, Hiro turned and left.
"Let's go. The first thing my apprentice needs to understand is what you're killing for."
Alan silently followed Hiro down the mountain the way he had come. Hiro was more talkative than he had expected, but many of his actions

were incomprehensible to him. Fortunately, Hiro was very patient and hadn't shown

any impatience with Alan's questions. However, whenever asked how he made a living, Hiro always told him that he would find out in time.
The two remained silent on the way back to the town, one after the other. This town was located

directly east of Catheran. Alan had visited it with his parents when he was a child, but his memories were hazy. His parents had made a living through

trade, earning a living by trading between different regions. When he was five, his parents left and never returned. Villagers

often gossiped that they had likely encountered bandits, but the truth was lost to time. Alan was left all alone, and

Lisa entered his life around that time. Thinking of Lisa, Alan felt a dull ache in his chest.
The town was called Giant Rock Town, named after the massive rock pillar in its center. The town was built around it,

and because it accurately reflected the time of day, it was considered a unique feature by the residents. The town

was smaller than Catheran, but its densely packed architecture made it more lively. Today was their third day

in town . Hiro usually only returned to the inn at night, but today he unusually took him to the mountains and

threw him this impossible task.
This time, Hiro didn't immediately send Alan away. Instead, he led him to a tavern. Because

it was was still relatively empty, though a few customers were sound asleep at the tables, completely drunk. However,

one man had noticed them from the moment Hiro entered the tavern; his undisguised gaze was easily spotted even by Alan

. Hiro didn't hesitate, walking straight to a table and sitting down. Alan, momentarily confused, stood dumbfounded

behind Hiro.
Seeing Hiro sit down, the man cautiously glanced around, as if about to do something extremely dangerous

, and whispered,
"Is it you?"
Hiro nodded simply, taking out a coin from his pocket. Alan had never

seen ; it was slightly larger than ordinary silver coins, and the design on it wasn't the lion of the Kingdom of Barton, nor...

Instead of the eagle of the Kingdom of Kalans, the man held a crescent-shaped dagger. Upon seeing the coin, he seemed

relieved and pulled a leather scroll from his robes, handing it to Hiro.
"This contains all the information we can provide. We've placed all our hopes on it

; please complete it."
Hiro's expression remained unchanged as he listened to the man continue.
"However, because this matter is so important, we haven't only entrusted you with it. Another person has already

arrived, so for the reward, you should act quickly."
Hearing this, Hiro frowned slightly, but then nodded and said,
"Would you like something to eat?"
The man hesitated, then quickly shook his head.
"No, thank you. I won't disturb you any longer."
With that, the man politely left. Alan then came to his senses and sat down.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
"Didn't you always want to know how I make a living? You'll find out tonight."
Hiro's words made Alan uneasy. This secret affair couldn't be anything good. Hiro

ignored him, ordered two dishes from the owner, and the two ate a simple meal before returning to the inn.
Back at the inn, Alan kept looking at Hiro curiously. Hiro smiled at him, then

took a scroll from his pocket, unfolded it, and laid it on the table. Tucked inside the scroll were some papers. The parchment itself contained a

map, or more precisely, a structural diagram of a building. It didn't look like an ordinary house; one room

was marked with a red cross, clearly indicating the destination.
Alan picked up one of the papers. It showed a man's portrait, his rugged face full of

flesh , looking quite fierce. His short hair and the scar near his eye clearly indicated he was a

veteran of battle. Alan looked at Hiro, puzzled.
"This is the target."
"Target?"
"That's right, the assassination target."
Hearing this, Alan's eyes widened. Assassination—this word was so foreign to him. Having lived

in an ordinary small town, he had never even considered it. Hiro was a killer, an assassin, a killer… whatever

you call him, a profession that kills for a reward. They are like bounty hunters, but their hunting range is wider.

They don't care who the target is; as long as there is enough reward, they will take a life. Only now

did Hiro's previous words make Alan understand a little.
"If you're going to make assassination your profession, don't do pointless killing. That will only lower your own value. How

about it? It's not too late to leave now."
"But…"
Alan was speechless for a moment. Leave? Continue his ordinary and incompetent life?

Live a life where he can't even protect the person he loves? He had been weak and sickly since childhood, and even mercenary groups wouldn't accept him. He finally met

someone willing to teach him martial arts, but it turned out to be an assassin. Alan was very conflicted. After all,

the profession of assassin was infamous for its indiscriminate killing.
"Although I should give you time to consider, this situation is a bit tricky because I'm not the only

assassin here right now, so we have to act tonight. If it makes you feel more comfortable, I'm not the

type to do things for money. If you'd like, I can take you to investigate personally. After all, I don't like not even

knowing what kind of people I'm killing."
Hiro seemed to see through Alan's hesitation and explained casually, but then lowered his voice and

said seriously. "While assassins are all just doing things for money, there are some rules you need to understand
if you want to enter my field. But don't worry, you don't seem like the type to break those rules. And even if you want to join, you'll need to train for a while first. Consider tonight a practical lesson." 　　Hiro stopped explaining and continued flipping through the scrolls, leaving Alan alone to ponder. This time, the target was named Kundo Shilian, the leader of the guard in Giant Rock Town. But that's the problem: why would anyone pay to kill the leader of the guard? According to Hiro's investigation a day in advance, the person who commissioned this mission was also a resident of Giant Rock Town, and didn't seem to have any personal grudges. So it might be for power grabs. 　　But how much power could a town have to warrant a 30-gold bounty on a person's head? Thinking about it this way Kundo Shilian might not be just a guard captain. There were too many questions that hadn't been investigated , which made Hiro somewhat dissatisfied, but the situation was indeed special, and there wasn't enough time for investigation. 　　Normal assassination missions are not entrusted to multiple organizations simultaneously. After all, the reward is fixed, creating competition among assassins. Unlike hunting, which is straightforward and only requires achieving the objective regardless of the number of assassins, assassination is a clandestine operation. Increasing the number of assassins actually increases the difficulty, especially they are rivals. 　　The organization Hiro belongs to, known as the Dark Night Dagger Brotherhood, is considered a top-tier organization among assassins . They rarely fail their missions, so the only clue is that this is the first time the person has commissioned them, or the target is particularly difficult. According to the person mentioned earlier, other organizations have only sent one person so far , which relieved Hiro somewhat. 　　"Oh, right, change into these shoes." 　　Hiro pulled a pair of leather boots from his bag and handed them to Alan. Alan was a little puzzled but happily accepted them. 　　"For me? Thank you." 　　"This isn't a gift, it's a pair of boots blessed with magic. They can effectively block out the sound of your weight. While they can't conceal your presence, they're more than enough to avoid most people." 　　Although it wasn't a gift, Alan was still very happy playing with the boots. This was the first time he'd received a magical item . He couldn't wait to put them on and then jumped up and down twice. The wooden floor, which had been creaking underfoot, didn't make a sound. He jumped up a few more times excitedly, like a child who had just bought new shoes . 　　The two prepared themselves in the room for a while, then Hiro took Alan to town to gather some last-minute information about Kundo. 　　"Kun...Lord Kundo, he's a great leader..."

"Kundo...sir, he's the leader of Giant Rock Town. Why are you asking?"
"Shh...don't ask questions, or you'll lose your head."
They asked a few people, and the answers were mostly the same, but Hiro could tell they were just being polite to avoid

trouble . Then they asked an old man in front of them.
"Tch, that bastard! We haven't had a good day since we entered Giant Rock Town!"
"Grandpa, keep your voice down! If someone hears us, we're done for!"
The child beside the old man frantically tried to dissuade him, but the old man was full of resentment, clearly having bottled it up for a long time. It seemed he wanted to vent his frustration

now that someone had asked.
"Entered? Isn't he the town's guard captain?"
"Hmph, guard captain? Bullshit! He's just a bandit! A mountain thief!"
The child, hearing his grandfather's loud curses, looked around in panic. Fortunately, their location was relatively

secluded, with few people around. Alan, however, became interested and asked...
"Old man, what do you mean?"
"Our original guard captain of Giant Rock Town, Lord Laud, was killed by that guy. That guy was

originally the leader of a defeated mercenary group from elsewhere. He fled into the town with his men, and the mayor and Lord Laud

took them in. They were all injured at first, so they recuperated in the town for a while. But soon he discovered that Giant Rock

Town was easy to defend and difficult to attack because of its geographical location, but relatively few guards. So he harbored evil intentions and, relying on his

many men, rebelled and even killed Lord Laud, who fought back."
"How despicable! He actually repaid kindness with enmity!"
Alan felt very angry when he heard this, and a sense of hostility arose in his heart. He thought that if he had

the ability , he would definitely deal with this bastard.
"Ever since he took control of the town, he's tried every means to plunder us. We dared not say anything. It's

far from the capital. Someone once tried to find reinforcements elsewhere, but somehow that bastard found out

and hanged him at the city gate. Since then, no one has dared to resist him, or even mention his

name ."
"That's despicable! Don't worry, we will definitely... Ah!"
Alan cried out in pain as Hiro tapped him on the head from behind. Although it didn't hurt too much, it

startled . He immediately realized his recklessness; he had almost exposed their plan for the night. Hiro nodded to the old man and

turned to leave. Alan quickly followed.
"So, you won't be in too much trouble now, will you?"
"Well, with such a scoundrel, I... I also want to do something."
"We'll act as soon as it gets dark. Just follow me carefully."
Alan nodded, a surge of excitement welling up inside him. He didn't know whether it was excitement or unease. At least things weren't as bad as he

had initially thought. At least this assassin wasn't like the assassins in the rumors.
The last rays of sunlight swept across the giant rock pillars and fell to the other side of the horizon. Night, with its stars, then enveloped the

earth. In front of the largest building in Giant Rock City, two drowsy guards stood, their lazy lifestyle making them

look somewhat like civilians in armor.
"Hey, I said, did you see that girl's ass just now? It's huge,"
the two guards decided to chat for a while to pass the time during their long guard duty.
"Yeah, right? That fat ass, it must feel amazing to fuck. That woman must be new here. There are

such beautiful prostitutes in the city. If I'd known, I would have gone already."
"Haha, don't rush. We'll definitely have our chance after the boss is done. She's just a prostitute, not

our city lord's wife."
"Keep your voice down, or the boss will hear you."
"Tch, don't tell me you don't want to. The lady has such a curvy figure, she walks with a swaying gait,

and every time she greets me, she has that seductive smile. I wish the boss would get tired of her someday."
"Come on, stop dreaming. You should be content with just getting to fuck that prostitute."
"That's true. That woman was almost as good as the lady. If I didn't know she was a prostitute, I would have thought she was

a princess from some country."
"Tch, look at you. Have you ever seen a princess from any country? A princess from a country is definitely more beautiful. She's

not comparable to these common beauties. She's definitely not as good as the lady."
"Hmph, so what if she's a princess? She's still a woman even when she's naked. If she can conquer a

country with the boss someday, I'll definitely sleep with her."
"Haha, you're dreaming."
The two were chatting animatedly, completely unaware that two dark figures had silently slipped

in from one side of the wall. Alan stared excitedly at the shoes; it was his first time doing something like this, and he was incredibly excited.

The two guards not far away hadn't even noticed his presence.
Hiro looked at the building in front of him, a sense of foreboding creeping in. Although they had successfully infiltrated,

guards were scattered everywhere. If this continued, it would be too much

of a fuss . He vaguely felt that their operation might have been exposed, but since they were already in, there was no

reason to leave empty-handed.
Hiro lightly flicked his arm, and a guard not far ahead immediately collapsed. Although

Alan was surprised, he was somewhat familiar with Hiro's abilities. Because of the night, the silver needles were completely

concealed. Hiro turned around and whispered...
"Don't make a sound."
"Huh?"
Alan hadn't understood yet when Hiro suddenly grabbed his shoulder, swung his left hand towards the top of the building, and

lifted him into the air with his right. Although Alan had seen him use silver threads to fly to high places before, he hadn't expected such great

momentum. In the blink of an eye, the two leaped onto the roof. Hiro ignored Alan, dragged the guard he had just knocked down

into the grass using the silver threads, and turned back to signal Alan to follow.
The two moved forward on the roof, keeping their bodies low, completely unaware of the guards below. This

filled a sense of accomplishment; for the first time, he truly felt the joy of not being an ordinary person. After walking for a while

, Hiro suddenly stopped and gently pushed aside a tile under his feet. Light immediately shone through the crack

, but fortunately, it wasn't too obvious and wouldn't attract the attention of those below.
"Haha, where did you come from?"
a rough voice asked. Alan looked in the direction of the voice and saw his target for the night.

The burly Kundo sat on his enormous wooden chair, which was covered with a tiger skin. The tiger's head

lay menacingly on the ground, but it was now merely a decorative prop. Leaning against the chair was a

woman . Due to the angle, Alan could only see her long, black hair, but her impressive breasts were

clearly visible. A gorgeous dress hung on her shoulders, revealing her snow-white neck and most of her breasts, making Alan unconsciously swallow

. This was probably the lady the guard had mentioned.
"I...I came from Red Valley in the north,"
said another woman standing not far from Kundo. She also had long black hair, but it was mixed with some dark

red, as if it had been dyed. Her beautiful face made her look to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Alan

was somewhat stunned, because this woman bore a resemblance to Lisa, only looking more mature

.
Kundo stood up, looked the woman up and down, and said...
"Why did you come to Giant Rock Town? Are all the men in Red Valley useless? Letting a beauty like you leave?"
"Red Valley is too poor. I heard from my sisters that business is better here, so I came."
"Oh? It's not that it's too poor, it's that your bodies have drained you dry."
Kundo said, his large hand gently gliding across the delicate face. The woman shivered slightly, but Kundo

didn't care.
"What's your name?"
"Maggie."
"Oh? No title or anything? Like Big-Breasted Rose or something? Speaking of Rose in town, her breasts

aren't even as big as yours."
Kundo grinned wickedly and covered her breasts with his hand. Hiro saw a hint of displeasure on Maggie's face, but she resisted and didn't

back down, letting his large hand grasp her breasts through her clothes.
"Oh." So soft, at least an E cup, madam. Look, they're almost as big as yours."
At this moment, the woman called madam also walked over with a seductive smile. With each step, her breasts

trembled, as if they might break free from her clothes at any moment.
"Really? Let me pinch it too!"
Alan blushed and his heart pounded as he watched a woman's slender fingers roam over another woman's chest.

Her clothes could no longer conceal her alluring figure. It was the first time he'd seen such a provocative scene

, and he unconsciously pulled his lower body away. Hiro, on the other hand, remained unusually calm. He noticed that the woman named Maggie, though seemingly

powerless to resist, kept scanning the room, as if searching for something.
Finally, both their gazes fell simultaneously on a fruit knife on the table. Hiro immediately understood:

this Maggie was the other assassin, and tonight's mission was likely to be stolen. Sure enough, as soon as Maggie saw

the dagger, she suddenly pushed aside the two men in front of her. Kundo, caught off guard, was shoved aside. Alan, seeing the

large Kundo pushed aside by a seemingly frail woman, realized this was no ordinary person.

Everyone knew that at this distance, an assassin with just a fruit knife could easily take anyone

's life.
But then an unexpected scene unfolded. When Maggie grasped the fruit knife, she cried out in pain. The knife did

n't move; it remained perfectly still on the table. Maggie quickly pulled her hand back, only to find it

pricked . It was then that Hiro noticed something holding the knife in place, and

a tiny, almost imperceptible thorn on one side.
"You didn't think I'd just leave a knife for you to kill me, did you? The legendary assassins are nothing special

, not as clever as my wife, haha!"
Maggie glared fiercely at Kundo, her body beginning to weaken. She knew the knife had been

tampered with ; her actions had been exposed before she even arrived, and she hadn't noticed.

Watching Kundo confidently put his arm around the woman's waist, she gritted her teeth.
"Haha, little beauty, your eyes are sharp enough. I wonder if you'll still have that much

energy ."
With that, Kundo strode forward. Maggie instinctively retreated, but her legs gave way, and she knelt on the ground.
"Damn it, what drug did you give me?"
"Don't worry, little beauty, this drug only lasts for a few hours, but it's enough for you and me to have some fun."
As he spoke, Kundo had already walked up to Maggie. Looking at his tall and burly figure, Maggie

couldn't help but feel a little scared. Before she could think further, Kundo reached out and grabbed her clothes at the chest. She

tried to stop him, but she couldn't muster any strength. With a tearing sound, the clothes at her chest were ripped to shreds, and her

pair of large, round, snow-white breasts immediately popped out. Maggie let out a gasp.
At this moment, Alan on the roof was also dumbfounded. The two mounds of tender flesh on her chest were snow-white and pink, and the two

pink nipples looked so tempting. He was afraid that he couldn't even cover them with one hand. Alan couldn't help but want to reach out

and draw, but then he realized his lapse in composure and looked up and whispered to Hiro,
"Aren't we going to do something?"
Hiro looked up at him and whispered back.
"Look around."
Alan looked around, not understanding what Hiro meant.
"Didn't you notice that the number of patrolling guards hasn't decreased? Kundo hasn't let his guard down yet.

We don't know Even if we could get rid of him now, he's so cautious. There must be some kind

of alarm mechanism in the room. If he opens it, getting out won't be as easy as getting in."
"Then what should we do?"
"Be patient. You wait here. I'll go check inside."
Before Alan could agree, Hiro had already leaped into the attic window a few meters away, then let out a

soft groan. Obviously, he had taken down another guard. Since Hiro told him to stay put, Alan

didn't dare to make any rash moves. It wouldn't be good if he was killed as an assassin. But thinking about it, he was an assassin in his own right now

.
"Bastard! Let me go!"
Alan was drawn back into the house by the sound. Now he could only see Kunduo's broad back, his large

frame completely obscuring Maggie beneath him. But from the constant sucking sounds

Kunduo was making, he knew he was enjoying Maggie's full breasts with his large mouth. Now Alan could finally see the woman's face clearly

. Her beautiful face was surprisingly dignified, with light eyeshadow under her bright, watery eyes, giving her a somewhat...

Mature, but looking no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven, Alan couldn't

reconcile the beautiful woman before him with the wanton figure he had just witnessed.
"What kind of despicable method is this! Let me go! Don't lick! You disgusting bastard!"
Maggie screamed frantically, but because her body was completely controlled by the drugs, this became her only

weapon . Before lifting his head, Kundo drew a circle around her nipple with his tongue, connecting it with a lewd silver thread. He looked at

Maggie beneath him, her face flushed with anger and her breasts trembling, and said with a lewd grin.
"Oh? You lowlifes can't compare to butchers like you who kill for money? Look at your big tits, why bother

with knives and guns all day? After I'm done with you, I'll leave you here to serve my brothers with your little slut."
As he finished speaking, Kundo's large hand grasped Maggie's round, tender breasts, his fingers slowly tightening,

squeezing high and swaying it back and forth. Waves of milk rippled across Maggie's chest, making her

so angry she didn't know what to say, only her face flushing even more.
"Let's see if your mouth skills are as good as yours outside."
"You..."
Before Maggie could continue cursing, Kundo had already sucked his ugly mouth onto her pink lips. Because Maggie

was still preparing to curse, his wet, thick tongue easily slipped through her teeth, like

a fish escaping from dry land and returning to the sea, freely swimming and searching in her mouth.
Sizzling sounds emanated from their mouths. Maggie couldn't believe her ears; she

was making such embarrassing noises. But his tongue was too powerful. Her tender tongue was like

a lamb , helplessly manipulated to his rhythm. Saliva kept flowing down her throat with the intruder.

All she could do was swallow the disgusting liquid. This feeling of being conquered made her

face slightly flushed.
The long, drawn-out kiss was driving Maggie to the brink of madness. Kundo's tongue had licked almost every

part of her mouth. Whenever she tried to bite down, Kundo seemed to sense her movement and squeezed her

breasts hard, causing her mouth to go limp in pain. Kundo's other hand had already roamed over most of Maggie's body

, now lifting her skirt and caressing her smooth, plump thighs.
"My lord, I want some too!"
A delicate voice finally pulled Alan away from the sight. The lady standing to one side

squeezed her snow-white breasts out from her already loose dress, her slender fingers skillfully

roaming over them, her small mouth open in a seductive manner, as if one could see thin breaths of heat emanating from it.
Kundo chuckled and reached out to grab the lady, who obediently met his hand. The two began

to kiss passionately. Maggie, standing between them, was completely flustered. Although she had seen and participated in

the act of lovemaking , this was the first time she had experienced pure desire so closely. Seeing

the saliva constantly overflowing from the corners of their mouths, and imagining herself in such a wanton state, she gradually came to her senses.
Three bodies intertwined. Kundo's tongue licked wantonly in the lady's small mouth, while his hands enjoyed the

two beauties' proud breasts. One was seductively accommodating, the other powerless to resist. At this moment, Kundo's sense of conquest

gradually swelled, but this position allowed Alan to see Maggie's face again, that

delicate face that resembled Lisa's. The lust in his chest cooled rapidly. He didn't want to see Lisa being violated again. He

wanted to do something, but Hiro hadn't returned yet, and he couldn't do anything.
"Haha, madam, look, our assassin lady is already soaking wet down there. I suppose her

skills are much better than her assassination skills,"
Kundo said, pulling his large hand out from under her skirt and laughing as he spoke of his discovery. Every word made Maggie's face

burn. Maggie knew that arguing at this point would only increase her humiliation, so she simply turned her face away. Unexpectedly, Kundo

didn't continue, but after a while, he suddenly grabbed her small hand and pressed it

against a hot, hard penis.
She knew what it was. Maggie turned her head sharply and found that Kundo had already pulled down his pants, and a

thick, enormous thing was staring straight at her. This thing was at least 20 centimeters long, and her small hand could

barely grasp it. Kundo looked at Maggie's surprised expression and smiled lewdly, and began to grab her small hand and stroke it back

and forth .

"Let me warm up my little brother first, and then he'll serve you well, hahaha."
The thick penis was stroking back and forth in Maggie's small hand, and to her surprise, the penis was still growing larger and

larger, to the point that she began to imagine that this penis might tear her lower body apart. She had once seen orc

bandits attack villages, and the orc's thick fleshy worm had fucked a village woman unconscious, and her lower body was constantly oozing

fluid and some blood. It was definitely not virgin blood, because her youngest son had died not far away.
Maggie slowly began to feel her strength returning, albeit weakly. She knew that if she held on a little longer, she might

have a chance to escape. She focused her energy on circulating her internal energy, but she could clearly feel the drugs

making it murky and slow. To make Kundo think she had given in, she began to move her small hands actively

, buying herself some time.
Kundo enjoyed the way her soft, slender hands stroked his penis, repeatedly playing with the woman's

heavy breasts, shaping them in his hands. Even after playing with them countless times,

he still couldn't get enough of them.
He first met this woman shortly after arriving in the city. To his surprise, the village chief, over sixty years old

, had a beautiful wife who was not yet thirty. At first, he thought she was the chief's daughter, until he was invited to

the chief's house for dinner. He inadvertently saw the chief secretly fondling her plump buttocks with his withered old hands

. From that first meeting, he was determined to have this woman.
Jeliel Secarans, this woman's name—she belonged

to him the moment he conquered the city. That night, he relentlessly manipulated her, leaving his

claw marks on her ample breasts. It wasn't by force; she had essentially willingly submitted to him. Afterwards, she demanded status; she craved wealth and power, even more than herself. But he loved this woman, everything

about her . 　　However, the fresh flesh excited Kundo even more. Kundo's sudden movement caused Maggie, still climaxing...

Startled, Kundo abruptly pulled her panties down to her knees. This sudden action caught her

off guard ; her skirt was already up to her waist, and because she was lying down, her hands were barely covering her private parts.

Kundo didn't care and pulled the panties off again, sniffing them.
"Haha, your panties are soaking wet, and they even smell nice. It's time for you to enjoy my big cock."
Kundo grabbed Maggie's ankle and pulled her down, their lower bodies immediately pressed tightly together. Maggie

was trying to struggle to get up when, with a loud crash, a large number of roof tiles and fragments fell, along with

a dark figure.
The impact from behind made Alan unable to even scream in pain. It took him a long time to recover from the pain. When he looked up,

he saw six eyes staring at him in surprise. Kundo's large hand was still on Maggie's breasts, but Maggie was only staring at him in surprise. Maggie's wife, standing next to him, froze

for a moment suddenly covered her proud

breasts with her hands and shouted loudly.
"Who are you! Are you her accomplice!?"
Alan, unable to bear it any longer, had prepared to check on Hiro's condition, but lost his

balance . His weight exceeded the roof's capacity. Hiro's words

kept repeating in his ears, and he thought that even if he escaped this time, he would probably be lectured by Hiro.
Kundo suddenly stood up, his huge penis had gone limp, but it was still hanging in front. If it weren't for the

critical moment, Alan would definitely have cursed him for being disgusting, but Kundo's expression at this moment made him abandon that thought.
"You heard what the lady said, who are you?"
Kundo's voice was filled with anger. His good time had been unexpectedly interrupted, and he wanted to tear the person in front of him

to pieces as soon as possible. Alan sat on the ground and took a step back in fear, but then he heard the sound of guards approaching from behind.
"Boss, are you alright?"
"What happened!"
The guards began to approach in twos and threes. The first two guards were stunned when they saw Alan, but then they

were attracted by the two half-naked beauties on the other side. Their eyes were fixed on the two pairs of round breasts.
"What are you looking at? Take him down!"
Kundo's anger brought the two guards back to their senses. They picked up their weapons and rushed forward. Alan felt a sense of foreboding.

But the two guards took a few steps forward and suddenly fell. Then, their legs seemed to have grown wings and they flew

up . The two of them were hung straight from the roof beam. Jelier cried out in alarm. Kundo turned around and saw Maggie using

her last bit of strength to push Jelier away and run away. He leaned forward, preparing to rush over with a swift movement, but

then he felt a murderous aura behind him.
As Kundo dodged to the side, two silver needles grazed past rapidly. Although Alan knew Hiro was there,

he couldn't pinpoint his location. Maggie had already disappeared outside before more guards arrived, and Kundo,

unaware of the enemy's whereabouts, missed the opportunity to pursue.
Suddenly, two crisp sounds rang out, and everyone in the room looked towards the source of the sound. The previously closed

door had opened a crack. Kundo, certain the assassin was hiding behind the door, didn't even have time to lift his foot before smoke

billowed out from the crack. The door was kicked open along with the smoke, the entire door flying towards Kundo. Kundo

had experienced too many 'surprises' in just a few minutes, and was now furious. He clenched his right

fist , but the smoke had already filled the entire room, and Alan's original spot was clearly

empty.
"Seal the city gates! Search every house! Arrest all those who orchestrated this rebellion! Hang them all

in the square !"
Kundo's roar shattered the night's tranquility. Large numbers of guards patrolled the city, torches illuminating

the entire city. The guards knew that their negligence meant they would

be held responsible if they failed to catch the culprit.
Maggie, weakened by the drug, hadn't run far before exhausting herself. The sounds of pursuit

were drawing closer. She glanced around and spotted a jumbled pile of debris, crouching down to hide inside. Then,

she heard the footsteps of guards and the faint glow of firelight in the distance. Maggie held her breath. The guards,

seemingly oblivious to anything amiss, gradually moved away, and Maggie breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a cold hand touched her thigh, sending chills down Maggie's spine. A

foul stench followed, and a filthy man's face emerged from the darkness. Instinctively, Maggie kicked him, sending the

homeless man slamming his back against a wooden crate, whimpering softly.
Just then, another group of guards approached. Maggie's heart leaped again, but the man behind her

continued to groan. She pleaded in a low voice,
"Don't make a sound! Stop!"
The guards drew closer, and Maggie crouched low, praying the homeless man would stop

whimpering The homeless man seemed to hear her prayers; when the guards reached the pile of debris, he miraculously stopped

whimpering. Maggie breathed a sigh of relief, but as some guards continued forward, one stopped.

Maggie 's heart pounded with anxiety. Had she been exposed?
As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly. The oppressive sense of danger made Maggie afraid to utter a sound

. Suddenly, a pair of cold hands climbed onto her thighs from behind. The homeless man, sensing Maggie was

evading capture, boldly began to grope her fair, delicate thighs with his filthy hands.
The guard gently kicked the box, seemingly trying to check what was inside. Maggie lay there

motionless, letting the dirty hands continue their groping up her smooth, jade-like legs. The homeless man even pressed his face

against her thighs, inhaling the faint scent of flesh.
A wet, slippery tongue began licking her thighs. Maggie felt nauseous, but the

guard didn't seem to have completely dispelled his suspicions. The shouts of other guards came from afar.
"Little Jin! What are you doing? What did you find? Hurry up, there are still many places to search!"
"Ah! Nothing! Coming!"
The guard called Little Jin finally left, and Maggie quickly lowered her voice and said.
"Let go of me, do you want to get kicked again?"
"You...you kick me, and I'll call them over!"
The homeless man decided to take a gamble. He had nothing left to lose, and before him lay such a peerless...

"Beautiful woman, even another kick would be worth it," the words clearly struck a nerve with Maggie, leaving her momentarily

speechless .
Seeing Maggie hesitate, the homeless man knew he had won a brief victory. Taking advantage of the moment of thought,

he began to scrutinize her closely. In the dim firelight, he discovered a scene that made his blood boil.

Maggie's clothes had already been torn, and although they were simply covering her front, they still couldn't completely conceal her

full breasts. The homeless man had little patience; seeing his target, he immediately pounced. Maggie hadn't expected this man

to be so bold, and her large breasts were already firmly grasped.
"Oh! So soft! So wonderful!"
"Bastard! Let go!"
Maggie instinctively kicked out again, but this time the homeless man blocked it with his hand. The homeless man

was startled; he had been nearly killed by the first kick and thought this woman was very strong, but he hadn't expected

to be able to block it. He simply slipped his hand under Maggie's knee and braced her leg forward,

preventing kicking again.
The homeless man excitedly tore open the tattered cloth, revealing the perfect breasts he could only dream of.

His mouth watered, and he suddenly bit down hard. The soft flesh slid into his mouth, and Maggie shuddered

, letting out a soft cry.
"No...don't!"
"Oh, your breasts are so big! So soft and fragrant, oh, I've hit the jackpot, I'd die happy!"
The homeless man kept praising his breasts, but this didn't bring Maggie any joy. The effects of the drug hadn't worn off

yet . The homeless man's other hand began to knead her smooth thighs upwards. Suddenly,

the homeless man seemed to notice something and abruptly looked up.
"Oh? No underwear! You're so lewd, little girl!"
"Bastard, it wasn't me!"
Maggie had just raised her voice when another group of guards approached. She quickly bent down, thinking

of a way to escape, but her abilities hadn't recovered yet, and even if she got out, she probably wouldn't get very far.

The vagrant saw someone coming and chuckled, becoming even more brazen in licking her tender breasts with his tongue,

sliding down her body. His saliva soaked a large patch of Maggie's chest, and an occasional gust of wind made her shiver.
"No... don't touch there!"
The guards were already nearby, and Maggie pleaded in a low voice, but the vagrant wouldn't let this

opportunity pass. His head had already slid down to Maggie's crotch, his nose constantly sniffing as it passed over her secret forest. The hair

almost made him sneeze, but he managed to hold it in. He began licking back and forth at the entrance of Maggie's honey pot with his tongue

. Maggie was in great discomfort, but dared not move an inch.
"Phew, I'm exhausted. We've run around the whole place and haven't seen a soul."
"Yeah, where did that damn assassin go in from? The others must have been watching too closely."
The two guards complained as they stopped, a crisp sound of flint striking the stone igniting a

spark .
"Let's have a smoke first. We'll probably be searching all night."
One guard took a deep drag, leisurely exhaling a smoke ring, as if his fatigue had vanished with it. Little did

they know, the person they were looking for was right there in the pile of junk nearby. But Maggie wasn't having an easy time either.

The homeless man's tongue had already slipped between her labia, greedily licking the mysterious flesh.

Her juices were flowing uncontrollably. Although she didn't want to, her body's instincts were still acting honestly.
The homeless man suddenly leaned forward. Maggie, momentarily thinking he was about to call the guards, broke out in a cold sweat. But

the homeless man only sat up and then stopped. Seeing the lewd grin on his face, Maggie knew he couldn't wait any longer. She

wanted to beg him, but the homeless man's face suddenly came close, and the stench of his breath forced Maggie to turn her face

away. The homeless man didn't care that his kiss had failed; he stuck out his tongue and licked Maggie's face directly, while simultaneously grasping

his penis and thrusting it downwards.
The hot penis pressed against her vagina, probably the only warm

part . Maggie groaned in fright. The two guards were still chatting and didn't hear the slight sound. The homeless man

almost cried out as well. Although his penis didn't penetrate smoothly, perhaps because he hadn't been with a woman in a long time

, the glans brushed against her vaginal opening and touched her clitoris. The pleasure still made the homeless man feel great.
The long-lost sense of conquest gave the homeless man a renewed sense of dignity as a man. He increased

the pressure of his hands, letting the large breasts overflow his fingers, fully savoring their softness. With his other hand, he gripped his

penis, gently lifting his lower body, preparing for a second wave of attack. Maggie noticed his intention. In the midst of

the crisis her mind went blank. She could only wrap her legs around the homeless man's waist and pull him forward abruptly

. The homeless man wasn't ready, and his body leaned forward, his penis missing the entrance to her vagina again, hitting her tight, smooth lower abdomen.
"Did you hear anything?"
"What was that?"
Maggie was now completely stiff, her legs clamped tightly around the homeless man, afraid to move. The homeless man

had let out a soft moan when he lay down, whether from pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell. Although it wasn't from her vagina, for

the homeless man, that soft, firm lower abdomen was enough to bring him enough pleasure. At this moment, he didn't care whether Maggie

was being chased or whether he hadn't penetrated her, and began to thrust his lower body.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, a

long, hard penis rhythmically pulsating between their withered, rough skin and smooth, firm flesh. Without close inspection, one would easily mistake it for normal

intercourse . The man was on top of the woman, thrusting his limbs vigorously, her snow-white thighs tightly wrapped around his

waist. Neither made a sound, only their movements were constant and forceful.
"They probably misheard. Let's go, it'll be bad if the squad leader sees us."
Two guards threw their cigarette butts on the ground, stomped on them, and continued their search. Meanwhile,

in a pile of junk, the homeless man was diligently working on Maggie's lower abdomen, semen constantly seeping from her clitoris. He

had already ejaculated once without realizing it, but the pleasure kept him going. The two, their

bodies slapping together, began to make slapping sounds.
"Stop...stop...it's disgusting..."
"Ha...ha..."
"You...uh!"
Maggie wanted to continue speaking, but the homeless man seized the opportunity to cover her mouth. A stench assaulted

her nostrils, and Maggie felt a dry heave in her throat, but her mouth was tightly bitten. A filthy, serpentine tongue began to lick and lick

, while two withered, cold hands fiddled with her breasts. Tears

welled in , not just from sadness, but also from the unbearable stench, or perhaps both.
The homeless man was thoroughly enjoying the sight of her plump thighs wrapped tightly around his waist. He rubbed against her, the sounds of their bodies

sizzling and splashing filling the air. But this pleasure was quickly insufficient; he still

wanted to penetrate her, to see the stunning beauty beneath him writhe in wantonness as he fucked her. He

desperately craved that sense of accomplishment again.
The homeless man withdrew his hands, bracing himself on the ground with one hand and reaching for Maggie's waist with the other. With a sudden

thrust , he created a small distance between them. Taking advantage of the moment, he jerked his hips up, his penis shooting

out, aiming straight for her vaginal opening.
"No!"
The homeless man couldn't hide his triumphant joy. His glans could already feel the wetness and

softness of her vaginal opening. Just one last thrust, and he could penetrate his goddess's cunt. Suddenly, a burst of firelight shone in, and

someone lifted the mat covering the pile of debris, completely exposing their lewd act to the firelight.
(To be continued)

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