【Justice Female Ranger】5

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As dawn broke, I couldn't sleep. I pondered the situation. This road home was no longer the one I'd
been sold off on ten years ago. I felt it would be better to have a few companions, and
even better if they knew the route. But I was just a woman, without mind-control magic or formidable strength.
Besides a decent archery foundation and fairly agile melee skills, what could I possibly offer to keep those companions by
my side? Then I thought of my most lethal weapon. Thinking of this, my face flushed.
When I changed my clothes and went downstairs, appearing before the crowd drinking morning wine, the crowd instantly fell silent, all
eyes fixed on me. I felt like the most popular prostitute in a brothel, the
burning gazes of those men lingering on me.
I changed into a red cloak, no longer concealing my body beneath it.
A jingling bell adorned my neck, drawing attention with every step. My outer garment was a black halter-neck corset,
two pieces of silk gauze connecting my breasts by a thin cotton rope, leaving my large breasts and cleavage
completely exposed. Below the cleavage was my fair, shapely abdomen, and below my
smooth, small navel, I donned a form-fitting black skirt that barely covered my hips. As I
descended the stairs, those nearby could see I was naked without even looking down. I had to keep
my hands on my hips, otherwise, each step would push the tight skirt up slightly, a movement that only made me
appear more alluring. I washed my entire body with goat's milk. After washing, the small amount of oil from the milk coated my
legs, making my already fair and slender legs look even brighter and softer, radiating a captivating sheen.
A pair of ankle-high, suede-skin boots with upturned edges further elongated the lines of my calves.
I walked to the bar, tossed a red dragon coin to the dazed waiter, and said, "Give me a jug of ale,
some chicken, and honey." Then I walked through the crowd, deliberately swaying my hips
to entice them as I passed. I sat down at the empty table at the back, crossed my legs, and started fiddling with my hair.
The crowd began to whisper. Some dirty farmers started scratching their heads, glancing at me while
talking to their companions, then bursting into shrill laughter. The crowd seemed to be getting restless, which was exactly
what I wanted.
A fat man at the next table kept watching me. He seemed to have made up his mind. After finishing his drink, he
tried to stand up. Just as his buttocks left his seat, I slammed my Flaming Dagger into the table with a thud.
The enchanted dagger was indeed formidable; with a casual toss, a third of the blade embedded itself straight
into the marble table.
This action silenced the crowd once more. The fat man, who had just stood up, froze, his face flushed
red, but dared not move again.
This was my purpose: you can taste my body as you please, but before that, who among you can withstand
the threat of my dagger? Therefore, any man who dares to touch me is either incredibly lustful or utterly reckless.
The waiter, trembling with fear, placed the food in front of me and fled like the wind.
Under everyone's gaze, I gulped down the ale. The liquid spilled from my lips, sliding down my chest and wetting my
thin bra. The silk gradually became transparent, but the black fabric made it difficult to see clearly. The alcohol
slid over my nipples, cool and refreshing, and I felt them tingle and swell. Elegantly eating my food, I
deliberately dipped it in extra honey; as I brought it to my lips, a few drops fell onto my chest, sliding down my cleavage.
The men stopped talking again, their eyes fixed on my every move. I gave a suggestive smile, imagining 　　the spectacular sight
of these men, all naked, their penises erect and throbbing. I slipped my middle finger into my cleavage, deliberately rubbing it 　　a few times before pulling it out. I scraped the remaining honey up my chest, slowly bringing it to my lips, then 　　licking the tip back and forth, my tongue coiling around it like a snake, my eyes glazed 　　over as I looked at the crowd. 　　 Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the sight of me dressed so provocatively and behaving so seductively in front of the crowd, but I 　　couldn't help but feel aroused; a slippery substance trickled between my legs. Seeing the men 　　scratching their legs and stroking their chins, their faces as red as pig livers, their eyes gleaming with wolfish lust, I 　　noticed that none of them dared to approach. However, a constant stream of lewd and obscene words reached my ears: 　　"What does this slut want? My cock is as hard as the spire of the Cathedral of Charles de Carvalho!" 　　 "For the sake of the Red Dragon! Me too! I really want her to rub my cock between her huge breasts and then 　　shoot my semen all over her face!" 　　 "I bet ten copper dragon coins! This bitch isn't wearing anything under her skirt! If any of you dare to go over 　　and touch her, those ten copper dragon coins are yours!" The speaker wasn't visible, and his voice wasn't 　　loud, but it reached most people's ears, including mine. I continued to smile, silently observing 　　the restless crowd before me. There were about twenty people, mostly farmers, with a few 　　burly men who might be blacksmiths or martial artists. Few seemed capable of challenging me. Although 　　I hadn't received formal swordsmanship training, I'd learned some rudimentary 　　close-quarters combat from fighting with a band of thieves as a child. These men were no match for me. 　　 Finally, after half an hour, a few cowards slammed their fists on the table and left disappointed. Many more wanted to see 　　me perform, but after finishing my second jug of ale, I covered myself with my cloak, pulled up my hood, 　　and leaned back, feigning sleep. 　　 Realizing it was hopeless, they too began to leave dejectedly. When most of the people had left, I peeked out. 　　Aside from two tables of drunkards and a waiter dozing off at the bar, there was no one else. I was slightly disappointed 　　; perhaps I had gone too far. Most men could accept an angelic woman, but an angelic woman 　　carrying a strange dagger was a complete 180-degree transformation into a demon. 　　 A demon is alluring and beautiful; everyone wants to get close, but fears the terrible consequences.

Bored, I moved my seat to the table facing the window. People passing by
could easily see me if they glanced inside. I opened my cloak again, exposing my body, but this time no one noticed. At
that moment, a lewd thought entered my mind, making my heart race and my face flush. My left hand reached for my
left breast, pinching and playing with my nipple. The stimulation of the alcohol, combined with the tension of being seen and
the pleasure of exposure, made my nipple erect again. My right middle finger, coated with thick, sticky honey, spread
my legs and gently inserted into my vagina.
The honey's lubrication allowed me to easily find my most comfortable spot. The slight touch of my slightly protruding clitoris
sent shivers down my spine. I gently pinched and pulled at this most sensitive area, then scratched
my nipple with my left fingernail. The thrill of this exposure surpassed even regular masturbation. Look at me! Look! You
only need to turn your head slightly to see a shameless woman in a tavern, exposing her huge breasts and playing with her clitoris!
That skinny, handsome young man… you… just tilt your head slightly this way… mmm…
…You'll be able to see me…Can you see my full breasts…Look…Look, my pink nipples
really want you to touch them…You can even suck my milk…Don't go…Mmm…So good,
my pussy is so tight…
Because I often run on the hillsides, my legs and buttocks are very firm, and the muscles inside my vagina are full
of elasticity. It was difficult to insert two fingers, and while thrusting them in and out, I was also playing with my clitoris with my thumb
…Ah…This perverted feeling…So good…My clitoris is erect…It feels like
a man masturbating…A beastman slave has been led to the window…His body is full of muscles…Oh
…Those bulging, strong muscles…Is he a werewolf…Can you see my pink and smooth labia…They are
overflowing with lustful fluid because of you…Mmm…Tear my body open with your sharp canines…And that thick, crown-
shaped cock…
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but thrust myself harder, and the werewolf slave with his keen nose seemed to smell something…
…He turned his head and looked at me with his one remaining, crippled eye, which glowed eerily green. He clearly saw
my actions, and a lewd smile appeared on his face. He kept sticking out his long tongue and licking his lips, saliva flying everywhere, as if he wanted to
swallow me whole. Oh…he saw me…mmm…a lowly slave…seeing me, this
wanton woman…pervertedly playing with my own body in broad daylight…mmm…my own hands
rubbing inside my vagina…bringing myself to orgasm…Come on, you lowly slave…press me down with your body…I
will be conquered by you…I am so lowly…ahmm…I am a woman lower than a slave…But
to my disappointment, his master suddenly pulled the chain, and he disappeared through the window.
More and more people passed by the window. This fear of being seen yet the desire to be seen stimulated my
nerves. Oh well… let people see me if they want to… anyway, I'm just a slutty woman,
I don't even know who I am… Thinking of this, a sudden feeling of despair for life and for myself welled up
, and a sense of self-degradation mingled with the pleasure, and I instantly felt released. Ah… what
half-elf… umm… what punishing the strong and helping the weak, what beautiful Valkyrie… I'm not a good woman at all
…
I'm just a slut who wants a good orgasm… I exposed both breasts, cupped my left breast,
put the nipple in my mouth, and sucked on it with my tongue and lips. My body, which had been modified, spurted out sweet
milk from my nipple. My left hand pinched and pulled my right breast, like milking a cow, and with each pinch, fine milk
shot out from the nipple. I raised one leg onto the table, my right hand pinching my erect clitoris with my thumb and forefinger, while
my middle and ring fingers rapidly thrust in and out of my wide-open vagina.
With such intense movements, I was drenched in sweat, my vagina growing hotter and hotter… until finally
… my body couldn't take the strain of my own movements any longer. A chill shot up my spine and quickly
reached my brain… I almost screamed with pleasure, but I could only grit my teeth and hold it in, nearly biting off my own nipple
… A clear spring gushed from my vagina, almost soaking my hands, as if I were numb… The continuous
orgasms made my whole body convulse… like an epileptic… so good… in broad daylight… in
a place so easily visible, I shamelessly brought myself to orgasm…
I released my nipple from my mouth; its tender red color looked like it was about to bleed, my mouth full of my own milk, and the remaining
food on the table was also covered in milky liquid. The bench beneath me was soaked, and my face burned…
Looking around, I felt a pair of burning eyes staring at me—it was
the waiter behind the bar… His face was flushed, his eyes gleaming, and his hands were twitching incessantly under the bar. I gave him a flirtatious smile
and deliberately licked away the remaining milk from my breasts. I still really wanted a penis to fuck me… Since
I couldn't find a partner, I'd borrow the waiter's young body for a good time!
I beckoned to him, and he seemed unable to resist any longer, rushing out from behind the bar, but… with a bang
, before he even left the bar, his unfastened trousers were smashed through the wooden door and sent flying. I quickly
covered myself with my cloak, wiping my body and slippery buttocks underneath. A group of thugs escorted a huge figure
into the tavern. Luckily, the climax came at the right time, otherwise I would have been seen naked by a group of big men and raped.
The group of people entered and pointed at me without any politeness: "It's her!" The tall man looked at me; he
was backlit, his figure huge and dark, like an ancient Titan. He strode over and blocked my way. The first thing that caught my
eye was his penis, about as thick as my arm, standing there unabashedly.
His hairy hands slammed onto the corners of the marble table, looking down at me.
"Woman, I want to fuck you," he said bluntly. I looked up; his face was also hairy
, with bristling hair and a vacant stare, a silly smile on his face. The crowd behind me erupted in lewd
laughter.
"Oh? Is that so?" I replied. While slowly wiping the milk off the table, I carefully assessed the distance...
I swiftly grabbed the dagger from the table, intending to slash two streaks of flame in front of his hands to scare him, but the sharp dagger
sliced through the table corners with little resistance, as if cutting through cooked mutton. The big
guy instantly lost his balance, and his massive head smashed into the table in front of me with a loud crash.
I was stunned; I hadn't expected my dagger to be so powerful! And this big guy's head had even smashed the table
! When I looked at the crowd in a panic, they still wore lewd smiles.
With another crash, the big guy I thought was dead, his brains splattered, suddenly stood up again, groggily
rubbing his head and saying, "This wood, it's really hard!" Then, a sharp laugh erupted from the crowd.
"Who are you, big guy? Tell me your name," I asked. "Tessos! Idiot Tessos, the idiot brother of Thoros the Vajra Hammer!" a voice 　　rang out
from the crowd . 　　 "I told you! I'm not an idiot!" This big guy named Tessos seemed unable to speak in complete sentences. 　　Hearing someone insult him, he instantly flew into a rage, slamming his fist on my table. I quickly dodged, and the already precarious 　　marble table crumbled instantly under Tessos's brute force. My God, for the sake of the Red Dragon, 　　this is the person I'm looking for! 　　 A few minutes later, I brought Tessos to the room. 　　 "Who are those people?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. He sat on the floor opposite me, looking somewhat dazed, 　　constantly fiddling with his prominent crotch. 　　 "I want to fuck you," he repeated. 　　 My God! Can't he use his brain for a second? 　　 "Tell me quickly, who are the people who brought you here?" I asked, barely managing to stay calm. 　　 "'Mad Dog' Joey, 'Pig Herder' Reiken..." he rattled off a string of names. 　　 "What do they do?" I asked again. 　　 "On the water, they rob gold, rob women, spend gold, and fuck women." 　　 If I wasn't mistaken, this group was probably pirates. 　　 "Are they your friends?" 　　 "No, they bought me, a slave." He answered, word by word. 　　 It seemed the brother of the great Hammer of Steel, Soros, had been bought as a slave by a group of pirates to work for them, and then, wanting to 　　watch a good show, they brought him here. 　　 "Don't touch your thing." I pulled his hand away from his penis; the constant up-and-down stroking 　　made him look stupid. He, however, grabbed my arm with a savage force that almost broke 　　it. 　　 "Let go... oh, it hurts..." I tried to pry his fingers off, but it was like tickling him; the pain 　　brought tears to my eyes. Seeing my tears, he immediately released me. 　　 "You cried." He stretched out his huge hand in front of me and actually touched my face to wipe away my tears. 　　His hand smelled of dried horse manure; I suspected that if he used even a little force, he would tear my skin 　　off. 　　 "Nadia, don't cry," he said gently. 　　 "Nadia? No, my name isn't Nadia, it's Valentina, Valentina." I pointed to 　　myself, speaking slowly like a toddler learning to speak… 　　 "No! Nadia! Nadia!" he suddenly repeated loudly, pressing his fingers against my chest, almost 　　poking holes in my breasts… 　　 "Okay, okay… Nadia, I'm Nadia." I could only agree with him. Wait… who's the master 　　! 　　 Who's the leader! Why should I listen to an idiot? 　　 "Nadia, don't cry, Nadia, Tessos, hug me." He grabbed me, holding me tightly, 　　almost making me faint, while his huge penis pressed against my chest. 　　 "Nadia, I want to fuck you." He said again, his penis throbbing a few times. 　　 He was incredibly tall, almost touching the ceiling when he stood up. I only reached his chest at most, and his penis was 　　enormous, perfectly positioned between my breasts. I untied his trousers, revealing a magnificent, 　　reddish-black penis, as thick as a horsewhip, angrily pointing at me. Seeing such a huge, powerful cock made me tremble even before I was penetrated 　　. 　　 I made him sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt in front of him, unhooked my bra, poured some honey from a jar 　　, and smeared it on my breasts. Instantly, my breasts took on a lustful golden hue, the slippery feel making me 　　want to touch them myself. I used my breasts to grip his penis, moving it up and down. His bright red glans was so large I 　　had to open my mouth wide to fit it in. He seemed quite pleased, slapping my breasts and 　　forcing my head towards his penis. 　　 Although I thought my oral sex skills were pretty good—I could swallow most people's penises whole— 　　his penis was just too long and big. If I swallowed it all, it would almost suffocate me. I could only 　　swallow half of it before it was already hitting my throat. I don't know if it was because I didn't have much sexual experience or because I didn't 　　know how to hold back, but within minutes his penis suddenly thickened, and he grabbed my head faster and faster. Then he 　　let out a muffled roar, and a stream of hot liquid sprayed directly into my esophagus and down to my stomach. He pulled my head up, and thick semen 　　continued to spray like water from a pump, directly onto my face and chest. I continued to quickly stroke his 　　penis. 　　 It gave me a great sense of accomplishment to make a man ejaculate so much semen. I had never seen any man ejaculate 　　so much semen before; it almost soaked my whole body like urine. 　　 Seeing this thick golden gun, I licked the semen from my lips. At this moment, my vagina was unbearably itchy, and my 　　vaginal fluid had already flowed onto the ground, forming a puddle. I hurriedly straddled him, intending to insert his still-throbbing penis into 　　my vagina, but he lay back, casually throwing me aside. I slammed against the wall, seeing stars, while 　　he, with his drooping penis, simply fell asleep! 　　 I felt incredibly wronged. Finding such an idiotic partner was bad enough, but being forced to perform oral sex was bad enough, but being 　　treated like a completely different person, and he didn't respect me as his leader at all! 　　 I could only blame myself for making the mistake of choosing such a stupid partner, but the thought of having such a huge penis in the future...

The rod could satisfy me anytime, and I felt another surge of joy.
I took a good shower, washing away all the semen. Tessos was still snoring loudly. Now
I had something else to do.
Downstairs, as expected, the pirates were still there, waiting for Tessos to return. When they saw
me come down, their eyes widened.
"Didn't that bear manage to knock this woman out?"
"Damn it, we're waiting for that bear to fuck her unconscious and bring her back to the ship for us to play with!" They
said without any restraint, completely disregarding me.
"I want him. How much?" I crossed my arms and said arrogantly to the group.
"That won't do, little girl. He's the most capable laborer on the ship. We're counting on him to transport our cargo." A
bearded guy approached me, his eyes blatantly fixed on my chest, looking at me
with a greedy expression.
"I'll take it all, no matter the price." I placed a bag of red dragon gold coins in front of them, took out one, and said, "Firehammer City
dwarf craftsmanship, fifty coins should be enough." My tone left no room for argument.
I knew that compared to my beauty, the allure of money had an overwhelming advantage over pirates. They possessed superhuman patience. I had heard that the captain of the "Holy Prostitute" 　　had fought across the land for twelve years, offering the prostitute a hundred chests of treasure, just for a single night with her,
to kiss Sunaia, the most famous prostitute in Vislan City. 　　 But something unexpected happened. 　　 "No, no, no, beautiful lady, all the treasure here, including my entire ship's worth, is not worth 　　your beauty." The pirate pushed the gold coins back in front of me, unexpectedly poking my chest, 　　looking at me with a mocking smile: "We want this, girl, this." 　　 This smile and action infuriated me. I've already been tricked by your laborers, and now you want to possess 　　my body? The pirate reached out again to touch my chest. I quickly drew my dagger and instinctively slashed. The 　　pirate froze for a moment, and I froze too. How could I have missed? I couldn't have missed. 　　 He seemed to be getting angry too, waving his hand behind him: "Grab her! Take her onto the ship! We won't 　　let her go until we've fucked her cunt raw! You little..." He suddenly stopped, because he realized his intestines were 　　gushing out like a vomiting drunkard. 　　 Seeing this, the group of pirates all drew their curved swords, glaring at me menacingly. 　　 Damn it, I've messed up.

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