[Ethiopian Legend] (Chapter 1 Awakening)

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Chapter 1 Awakening (Part 2)
Just as I was trying to concentrate on probing the thoughts of that effeminate man, the entire audience suddenly
erupted in screams. My mind-reading ability requires me to concentrate to accurately read someone's thoughts. Now, I can just
focus on watching Sister Feng's performance. We're in the back row, so not standing up is practically like watching some burly man's chrysanthemum
dance in front of us. Just as I stood up to watch, I was speechless to find that Fatty had already jumped onto our table and was wiggling his butt,
shouting, "Common baby, let Fatty fuck fuck!" I really
didn't want to stand behind Fatty. Everyone knows his special skill; who knows whether he'll ejaculate first or last in the excitement?
I tiptoed onto the table and asked, "What kind of gibberish were you talking about?" Fatty
turned around with a lewd grin and said, "I just learned it from that noble boy who speaks animal language. How about that? I've made a name for myself, haven't I
!" He raised his voice as if afraid the people around wouldn't hear him, and his butt wiggled even more provocatively. I
shook my head helplessly: "Look, your Sister Feng is coming out!" A beam of white light followed a slender figure
slowly walking out from backstage. Sister Feng was wearing a black spider silk bra, her 36D breasts half-naked, exactly the same as in the poster. Her legs
were tightly closed, and she walked towards the center of the stage like a cat. Her pubic hair, like an explosive hairstyle, roared outwards, as if
the dark slits hidden in the darkness could burst out with infinite power at any moment. The people in the front row were no longer calm,
some of them had already taken out their penises and were swinging them in Sister Feng's direction. Upon closer inspection, I saw a young woman, seemingly around 20 years old,
standing gracefully in the center of the stage. Her hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, her cherry-like lips parted repeatedly, and her gaze
swept over everyone with a mesmerizing intensity. From my angle, her posture resembled that of Marilyn
Monroe without a dress. I immediately lost my composure, and my penis began to harden. Looking at the fat man, I saw him calmly wiping his
nosebleed with a white cloth…
Just as I was about to tease him, all the lights suddenly illuminated the hall, and colorful neon lights swirled towards
every corner of the lobby. The intense flashes of light froze every scene in time. Sister Feng
began to sway her buttocks, adorned with two Mickey Mouse tattoos, to the rhythm of the music. Under the flashes, I saw Sister Feng's thighs
opening and closing, her mysterious black hole appearing and disappearing. Each time it opened, I felt a subtle
suction that made me involuntarily lean forward. This was Sister Feng's signature move: the labia breathing technique! Sure enough, this wasn't just a
legend. I became even more curious about Sister Feng. The flashbulbs stopped, and every move Sister Feng made was clearly visible.
She had already jumped onto the steel pole, wrapped one leg around it, and hung upside down on the pole with both legs at a right angle. Her head hung naturally downwards, and
her half-naked breasts swayed rhythmically up and down. At this moment, Sister Feng performed a
move that I personally felt had a difficulty level of over a thousand. She reached her hands behind her back, grabbed the steel pole with both hands and her ample buttocks
, and simultaneously spread her legs. Her breasts suddenly perked up because of this movement, making her 36D appear as a 38D.
A strange slit appeared in the right side of her spiderweb bra, revealing pink cherry blossoms that were about to bloom, half-concealed. Immediately afterwards,
Sister Feng tilted her head back, straightened her legs, and tightly gripped the steel pipe with her vulva. A strange thing happened: Sister Feng suddenly released
her hands but did not fall. At this moment, Sister Feng's position was with her legs straight in a 180-degree split, her hands in
a flying position, and the only part of her body that was in contact with the steel pipe was her vulva! The entire audience
fell silent, gasping. Then, a smile curved Feng Jie's lips. With a twist of her body, she began to
spin around the steel pipe. Her face flushed slightly from the friction, her eyes vacant, and soft moans emanated
from her, yet they were clearly audible to everyone. Her pubic hair swayed in the wind, and her vaginal fluids flowed
gently down the steel pipe. As the speed of her rotation increased, Feng Jie's face turned crimson, and her moans echoed throughout the hall. With
each soft "Ah...ah..." and "Mmm...Mmm...", the men's hips
began to move back and forth in rhythm with Feng Jie's movements, their fingers becoming busy. The wealthy nobles
thrust their genitals deeper and harder!
Finally, as Feng Jie's vaginal fluids flowed slowly and then gushed out, the climax came to an end. Feng
Jie, supporting herself on the steel pipe with both hands, slid down the watery path and lay limply on the bed, her breasts heaving. By this time
, 90% of the white cloths on the tables of the audience had been used up, except for our table, of course. He had just used his farting
skills to extort 10 yuan from the bikini-clad girls and take advantage of them.
The howling and screaming subsided, and most people's lust had been vented. They lay listlessly
on the sofas, drinking the uniquely mixed duck tail wine of Meicheng. The bikini-clad waitresses were busy cleaning up the crumpled
white cloths, and the large ventilation system roared, replacing the last bit of fishy and pungent smell in the lobby with a pleasant
perfume scent. When the bikini-clad girl came to our table and saw the table covered in red-stained pink cloth, she
looked bewildered and incredulous at the fat man trying to stop the bleeding. I smiled and said to her, "This fat man has been anemic since he was a child.
He's seen countless doctors, and they all said they couldn't find the cause. Well, it seems the cause is quite obvious today. Girl, go get
another hundred or so pieces of cloth. I'm afraid with his physique, the whole city will be covered in blood soon." After saying that, I watched the girl
rush backstage. I patted the fat man's back with a smile and said, "Bajie, are you feeling better? Your
master was very worried about you." The fat man suddenly tilted his head back, finally managing to stop the bleeding, and looked annoyed: "Damn it,
who was that asshole? I was just enjoying myself when he sat on my face! If it weren't for the size of his
ass, I probably couldn't beat him, and I would have... Ouch... Ouch!" The main attraction tonight was Sister Feng
's two performances: the pole dance she just did, and a challenge to see who could
last 35 seconds under her spell. Whoever could do this would become a free VIP at Meicheng, enjoying VIP treatment for
life. Fatty came specifically for this. The other performances were like commercials interspersed in a classic movie,
utterly boring. Fatty said he needed to go to the restroom to "sharpen his skills" before going on a rampage, and then grumbled as he headed off.
I took the opportunity to survey Meicheng. It was owned by the third prince, a nobleman, and had been in business for centuries .i=60> He has become the top boss of the entertainment district in Ethiopia. The third prince is Ethiopia, the king of Ethiopia. Ethiopia, the third son of At. Maple,

Ethiopian city appears harmonious on the surface, but the power struggle within the royal family continues unabated.
King Ate of Ethiopia has three sons and a young daughter named Ethiopia Xue, whom Ate loves most. The eldest prince, Ethiopia
Chen, was tragically killed 300 years ago during negotiations with the merfolk; his body has never been found. The third
prince, Feng, accompanied the eldest prince to the negotiations and narrowly escaped with him. From a young age, he was combative and fond of martial
arts, and also cunning and adept at scheming. At the time, tensions between the merfolk and humans were high, so Feng was given command of the military. Later,
it seems the third prince reached some kind of agreement with the merfolk, and the conflict subsided. Now, Ate is king
in name only, with most of the people in the castle bribed by Feng. Knowing his throne is in jeopardy and
his life is nearing its end, Ate announces to the nation that his abdication will be on the day his youngest daughter marries, and then feigns illness, passing the throne to the second prince, Ethiopia
. Wolf handled state affairs, thus thwarting the Third Prince's ambition to seize the throne by force. For years, Feng had been urging Xue to marry
a merman. Firstly, this would allow him to control Xue and smoothly ascend the throne; secondly, it would allow him to plant spies among the mermen. Although
Feng currently had a contractual partnership with the mermen, who knew
what the mermen, who had existed for tens of thousands of years, were plotting? Therefore, caution was necessary. The relationship between the Second and Third Princes appeared to be one of cooperation,
but the hidden motives remained unknown. The people speculated that this was King Ethiopia's final move: the Second Prince held
power, and the Third Prince held the army, ensuring national stability. However, when this stalemate would be broken depended on his youngest daughter,
Xue.
The third floor of Mei City was a place accessible only to royalty or those appointed by Feng, the owner of Mei City. It was heavily guarded,
and no one knew the location of the passage leading to the third floor. This was where Feng and his royal ministers discussed strategies. From
the lobby, the entire area, several meters high, was blindingly brightly lit, making it feel like looking
directly at the sun. Behind these lights was a circular conference room, several thousand square meters in size. A
woman in red walked from the first floor to the second floor, then entered a dressing room with a sign that read "No Trespassing," and locked the door behind her. The dressing
room was cluttered with various performance props and sexy lingerie. Inside was a mirror. The woman in red looked in the mirror,
closed her eyes, muttered a few incantations, and then walked towards the mirror. Her figure was even better than Sister Feng's, with 38E
breasts and a slender waist. She habitually didn't wear underwear, usually wearing a tight black dress with red stockings
that faded to pink skin at her thighs. Her delicate buttocks were half-naked, and her black miniskirt moved without wind,
drawing lewd glances from people who would linger on the glimpses of her skin as the black skirt fluttered. Slowly, the large breasts of the woman in red were reflected
in the mirror, followed by her body, hips, and finally her beautiful legs clad in black stockings. Within three seconds, she disappeared from the mirror.
She was one of Feng's capable subordinates, as well as his bodyguard and secretary. Her special skill was the ability to pass through walls.
Behind the mirror was another wall, leading to a narrow, winding passage that led up to the third floor. Before a
hidden door, the woman in red closed her eyes again, chanted an incantation, and passed through the wall to the conference room. Feng was
secretly talking to a man in black robes. Upon seeing the woman in red enter, they stopped. The woman in red approached Feng, bent down, and her low-cut
silk dress could barely conceal her magnificent breasts. From Feng's angle, the two mounds of flesh were right in front of him,
bobbing with her breath. It was like watching a movie with 3D glasses; he felt he could be
knocked unconscious by those enormous breasts. Her fragrant lips, carrying the woman's unique scent, entered Feng's ear, and his penis immediately hardened, seemingly
cheering him on. After a whispered conversation, Feng laughed and grabbed the woman's high, round buttocks, pulling his fingers inward. The woman in red
immediately let out a soft moan. "Good, well done. I'll give you a reward later!" After speaking, the woman in red walked towards another wall
and then passed through it.
Feng Diao took a sip of wine, suppressing his lust, and said to the mysterious man in black robes, "I've already drugged the wine. Tonight,
you will take Xue back to the Water Spirit District. I'll handle the old man. You must have intercourse with him within 12 hours, otherwise
she will explode and die. That would be troublesome. Remember, remember!" The man in black robes laughed loudly, hissing like a viper's tongue
: "Hiss, Third Prince, don't worry. The day you ascend the throne will be the day I seize it. At that time, ruling the beast race
will be just around the corner, hahahaha!" After speaking, the two looked at the woman dressed as a man sitting in the back row as if by telepathy
...
The hall was filled with screams again. Sister Feng's second performance had begun...

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