The Story of the Puppet Town

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Author: Night Light
Word Count: 6,597

This is a small island off course, with towering chimneys and rows of Dipsy-style buildings. Nearby
lies a shallow harbor with a pier.

Alfred arrived here on a steamship. Why not a naval warship? Perhaps
to relax. Unfortunately, the steamship encountered a storm, its flickering light leading them
to this island.

The island's name is Wutuobang.

A burly man in a blue uniform, carrying a black umbrella and a lantern, invited them to
rest on the island. The tavern owner, Trish, also boarded and invited the passengers. Fortunately, many passengers, including the sailors, wanted to disembark for the night after seeing
Trish .

But Alfred didn't want to; due to his inherent caution, he wanted to stay on the ship with his first mate—a reasonable
development.

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Inexplicably, without sufficient reason, Alfred heard a melodious, sorrowful
tune coming from the shore, and his heart stirred. Listening to the intermittent, mournful sound of the flute, he considered disembarking.

He and his lieutenant stepped off the ship. Alfred donned a raincoat smeared with lemongrass juice, transforming himself into
a lemon. The howling wind whipped his raincoat, revealing his brilliant golden hair, which billowed
in the wind . His eyes, as blue as a deep lake in the forest, were obscured by the cascading rain, revealing only the hazy darkness of night.

Walking along the boardwalk into the distance, Alfred saw white doves circling high in the sky, emitting mournful
cries. The dark forests on either side, shrouded in rain, seemed like menacing beasts.

Alfred hesitated; after all, he wasn't a demigod. But the distant church bells made him stop
in his tracks—the familiar sound of the church bells in the night.

If it were Amon ringing the bells, Alfred would have returned to the ship without hesitation. But the night's
bells roused him to continue forward.

Night fell, but the town didn't rest; instead, it became even more lively. Gentlemen in suits held black
umbrellas, their beautiful companions with flowing, lake-blue hair, a sight to behold. A veiled lady with golden hair cascaded down her back, her
delicate court shoes splashing through puddles, sending up strings of pearls.

Knightlight was pleased with this development and decided to let the story continue.

A slightly dilapidated tavern came into view, its wooden sign in Rune language reading "ins."
Alfred didn't glance at it, pushing aside the double-panel wooden partition and entering.

The cacophony of noise made Alfred frown. As a high-ranking
nobleman of Rune, even though he had joined the army and gone to Byron, he rarely frequented such taverns. His usual
haunts were the nobles' red theaters.

A young woman in her early twenties with lake-green eyes and long flaxen hair approached, exuding both innocence and allure
. She smiled and asked, "Sir, would you like some hospitality?"

Alfred slowly glanced around, his brow furrowing further. He looked at the cheap tavern, at
the filthy travelers playing Texas Hold'em or drinking whiskey, and said softly, "A clean
room, and a runner in the style of a runner." He then produced a gold pound.

When Trish saw the gold pound, her eyes seemed to sparkle with gold, or perhaps she was simply dazzled by the reflected light.
She maintained her smile, her tone becoming even more enthusiastic: "Sir, judging by your attire, you must be a nobleman?"
Although Alfred wasn't wearing a navy uniform, Trish's gaze
lingered on his brilliant blond hair and azure eyes before she confidently grinned and said, "We have a new
noblewoman . She doesn't have enough gold pounds, so she's here looking for a patron to spend the night with, to earn enough to leave
. I'm sure she'll satisfy you."

"A noblewoman?" Alfred's perfectly timed inflection revealed his
question . "How much?"

"Five," Trish held up five fingers, each one as straight as jade. "Five gold pounds, and she
'll be ."

"Five gold pounds? A noblewoman? That's quite a price." For Alfred, who would spend 400 gold pounds even on a hunting dog
, five gold pounds was a very reasonable price, probably less than the cost of a meal.

Alfred took out four more gold pounds and ordered, "Arrange it."

"Yes, sir." Trish was very excited. She called over a waiter in a red vest
and left first. If it was to prepare a noblewoman to accompany Alfred, it was a very reasonable development.

The waiter in the red vest was in his twenties, very weak, and obviously malnourished. He stood beside
Alfred , timid and hesitant, repeatedly trying to speak, but found that he and this nobleman had very little
in common, so he kept quiet.

Their vocabulary probably differed greatly.

Alfred became increasingly impatient, but fortunately Trish didn't keep him waiting too long. Trish returned
with a smile on her face , bowed humbly to Alfred, and said, "Sir, it's all ready."

"Then lead the way quickly." Alfred lifted his booted legs, not wanting to linger for a moment.

Leading Alfred upstairs, the creaking,
worn , stained with dirt that dulled their shine, echoed through the poorly soundproofed room next door, accompanied by
heart-pounding breathing. Alfred showed no embarrassment, only slight impatience.

Reaching the end of the stairs, Trish handed Alfred a brass key and
sauntered away .

Alfred looked at the rusty key in his hand, waved it dismissively, and
handed it to his adjutant, gesturing for him to open the dilapidated wooden door. Clearly, he hadn't made
the best choice. It was pathetic; if he had been even slightly smarter, if he had gleaned a
hint from Trish's words, he would never have let the adjutant open the door, making the story far more complicated.

But his choice suited his state of mind and the underlying logic.

The door opened, and the adjutant remained frozen in his position, staring intently inside, blocking
Alfred's view.

"What's wrong?" Alfred asked his adjutant, but received no reply. He reached out and roughly shoved
the adjutant aside, peering inside.

He couldn't have pushed the adjutant away without being rough; it made sense in the story.

Inside stood a young woman, her brilliant blonde hair elegantly tied up, smooth and lustrous. Her emerald eyes were like
the deep lakes of East Chestershire, both profound and rippling, yet sparkling like the purest gemstones. Her features and
face were breathtakingly beautiful, her demeanor elegant and pure. Her exquisite face was indescribable;
her earrings, necklace, and rings all shimmered brightly. She wore a high-necked, high-waisted, leg-of-mutton sleeved, ruffled,
light white dress with lace detailing at the chest. The bodice was tightly cinched, her waist cinched extremely narrow, her elegant figure and full
breasts accentuated, revealing a glimpse of alluring white skin. The multi-tiered cake design was perfectly supported by the whale-shaped headband,
revealing the white stockings covering her jade-like legs. She wore white court
shoes adorned with roses and diamonds, and light-colored white gauze gloves.

The girl's jewel-like eyes seemed to hold two slowly rotating vortexes of soul, drawing one's gaze and
soul in. The girl maintained a sweet smile, her slightly puffed cheeks flushed a striking crimson.

"Sister!" Alfred couldn't help but exclaim, "How did you get here?"

The girl before him, Audrey, didn't answer his question. Instead, she extended her slender right hand, pulled
Alfred into the room, and closed the door. Startled, Alfred didn't notice that Audrey hadn't moved
an inch; she had simply stood still, pulling him into the room and closing the door—a rare occurrence in
a twenty- square-foot room.

The adjutant beside him saw it. In that instant, Audrey's arm stretched out,
longer than Alfred's height. He wanted to exclaim, but captivated by Audrey's mesmerizing eyes, he ultimately refrained from shouting. If he
had, the story would have become even more complicated. However, his choice, given the beauty of the young woman,
was in line with his state of mind at the time.

What a pity.

But Knightlight didn't feel there was anything to regret. Alfred approached his sister, his
eyes still filled with confusion: "Tonight, are you serving me? How could this be? Weren't you in Backlund?"

"Brother," Audrey before him, even without using any extraordinary abilities, resembled
a witch under the influence of a potion of pleasure. Moreover, the room was already permeated with the power of a witch of pleasure. What was the reason for this
? Knightlight believed there would be a reasonable explanation.

"I took the potion of pleasure." Audrey said only this much before leaning close to
Alfred 's face, her small tiptoes rising slightly, her cherry-red lips pressed against his
. Alfred felt two moist, tender lips against his, and a soft, boneless tongue,
thin as a mercury snake, pried open his teeth and entered his mouth.

Sticky saliva was spat in by the girl; her inexperienced tongue, clumsy and awkward,
explored Alfred's mouth, yet it gave him a forbidden pleasure.

As a Sequence 5 Extraordinary, and a Sheriff at that, having lived in the Southern Continent
for so long, Alfred certainly knew what the potion of pleasure referred to. It was a Sequence 6 potion of the Chik Cult, a witch's potion
. His own sister had mistakenly taken a potion, and a witch's potion at that! Alfred dared not think further.

Their lips parted, leaving a thin, transparent trail. Audrey parted her lips slightly, a hint of shyness in her voice, and said,
"I'm so happy, I finally got to kiss you, brother. Ever since I accidentally took the witch's potion, I've been holding back, not
playing the part, just to wait for you. My first time is with you, brother."

This was his sister's first kiss! Alfred's heart pounded in disbelief.

Audrey reached behind her back, twisting her body in a way that defied common sense. But
Alfred , didn't see the silk fabrics fluttering to the floor. A fragrant scent emanated from Audrey,
a subtle fragrance hidden in the stillness. Alfred couldn't help but inhale deeply.

"Smells so good," he murmured.

Looking at the girl's fair, jade-like skin, exposed before him, Alfred
couldn't resist taking a deep breath, inhaling a little of the filth floating in the room. Her high, firm breasts resembled two
soft snowballs, making Will want to cry out for them. The two rosy nipples on them, like strawberries or
ripe cherries, trembled gently. Her slender neck was like a swan's, her delicate collarbones like deep valleys, and her flat stomach
like an endless plain. Looking down at her lower body, golden hair covered her breasts,
glistening with tiny droplets of moisture, obscuring any view of her private parts. Regrettably, Audrey
hadn't removed her white lace stockings and court shoes.

However, Alfred seemed even more excited

…

Alfred picked up the girl's white panties, trimmed with white lace, that she had thrown on the ground. He couldn't resist any longer; he
pulled down his black dress pants, revealing his already erect penis, as thick as a child's arm, with prominent
veins . But Audrey interrupted his next move.

Audrey reached for the small piece of white cloth. Her delicate hand, clad in a white gauze glove
, unfolded the cloth, revealing a clear wet patch in the center to Alfred. Audrey wrapped the cloth
around Alfred's erect penis, but how could such a small piece of cloth possibly cover it? It didn't make sense.

Audrey could only tightly wrap the cloth around the glans, which was already oozing Cowper's fluid, enveloping the throbbing
mushroom.

For some reason, it looked quite similar to Frank's mushroom, the thought flashed through Audrey's mind,
but it didn't hinder her next action.

"Brother, let your sister serve you?" Audrey knelt down, her delicate face upturned, a joyful smile blooming on her lips as she looked at
Alfred 's penis. Her five slender fingers gently pinched Alfred
's penis, gripping the white cloth, and began to slowly stroke it.

Because Audrey's panties were wrapped around Alfred's penis, Alfred could feel
a wet patch on his glans, creating a moist sensation. The pre-ejaculate seeping from his glans
further soaked the panties, and the unabsorbed fluid flowed through
the space between the panties and his penis, occasionally trickling down onto Audrey's white veil.
On her gloved hands.

Soon, the sheer gloves and panties were soaked.

Audrey seemed oblivious, her other hand moving to Alfred's scrotum, slowly
kneading it. Watching the girl's lewd actions and feeling the stimulation of her clumsy fingers, Alfred
felt the urge to ejaculate.

Unable to see the girl's lower body, Alfred didn't notice that her legs were rubbing together
, seemingly unable to resist the lewd atmosphere. But her legs, clad in white stockings, were twisted into a pretzel, her pink
vulva contorted, the fluid seeping out was black, dripping onto the floor with soft, smacking
sounds .

...

"Brother, please enjoy Audrey's vulva." Audrey, now back to normal, stood up and sat on the
stained bed. The sheets were yellowed, and countless travelers and prostitutes had made love on this bed.
Alfred realized that he and his sister might be next.

The relationship between a client and a prostitute was a plausible description of their current situation.

The girl, her hands clad in thin white gloves, spread her bent legs into an "M" shape,
her vulva slightly open, releasing streams of white, cloudy love fluid. The fluid
dampened her golden pubic hair, clinging tightly to her mons pubis, and trickled down her cute daisy onto the sheets,
leaving a damp stain.

Audrey's white panties remained tightly wrapped around Alfred's penis, and Alfred showed no
intention of removing them. He stared intently at the girl before him, her pink vulva slightly parted, revealing tender white
labia minora, a closed vaginal opening, and her adorable clitoris peeking out.

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Alfred, who should have been conflicted, surprisingly didn't. He walked towards Audrey, perhaps
influenced by the pleasure emanating from the room, without considering that the person before him was his blood-related sister.

Alfred pressed his entire body against Audrey's frail frame. His engorged penis, still encased in panties
, paused at the entrance of Audrey's vagina before forcefully plunging into the girl's untouched secret passage,
eliciting a high-pitched scream

from her. It sounded much like the squeals of the pigeons Alfred had been using.

The thick, arm-like penis pierced Audrey's secret crevice, her body feeling as if it had been penetrated. Bright red blood trickled from the torn opening along
the bulging veins of the penis.

Alfred showed no pity. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Audrey's face. He
lifted one of Audrey's long, slender legs with one hand, bringing her white-stockinged foot to his mouth. The cumbersome
court shoes had been removed, leaving only Audrey's delicate lotus feet.

Five pearl-like toes were encased in white stockings, a strip of the stocking running across them. The erect toes exuded
an alluring fragrance, prompting Alfred to bite down on them.

Alfred's other hand grasped one of the girl's breasts, the jade rabbit
displaying various shapes in his hand, causing Audrey to frown.

Alfred thrust into Audrey's narrow passage again and again, feeling his penis struggling within
the confined cavern, as if thousands of tiny mouths were sucking on it, making it difficult for him
to hold back his ejaculation.

If Alfred could see the girl's vagina now, he would surely be paralyzed with fear, like his adjutant behind him
. Water droplets clung to the pink folds of the passage, each stroke of his penis carrying some away, but
these droplets were actually expelled by the tiny mouths within the passage. Amidst the sucking and spitting of these mouths,
Alfred 's penis, oblivious, continued its piston-like motion.

This didn't affect the story's progression. Sure enough, under intense stimulation, Alfred was subtly
corrupted ; he became even more prematurely ejaculating. Lubricated by Audrey's narrow passage, and
with the breath of those thousands of tiny mouths and the gaping maw deep within, Alfred was about to ejaculate his life
essence .

Streams of white, scalding liquid gushed from Alfred's penis, flooding Audrey's
panties , tearing open her white underwear, and spraying into those tiny mouths and the gaping maw at the end
. This ejaculation was relentless.

After ejaculating, Alfred collapsed weakly onto
Audrey white-stockinged legs, which were already wet with his saliva. His still-erect
penis didn't withdraw from Audrey's passage; instead, it was squeezed by the passage, drawing out the fluid remaining in his urethra
.

"Brother, I want more." The penis inside Audrey's vagina shrank little by little as it was squeezed dry, but
the fluid in her urethra had been completely drained. Now, all that could be extracted was Alfred's blood.

...

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Incredibly, Alfred, who should have been drained dry, stopped
extracting his essence and willingly allowed his penis to withdraw.

However, the story continued without any change.

...

And so, Alfred was drained of his semen seven times by his sister Audrey in the dilapidated room, in
different ways. The lieutenant was also drained of his semen several times as well. This made perfect sense; our story wasn't
made up .

And so, time passed second by second, and the sky gradually brightened.

The dilapidated room was empty, save for a trash can in the corner containing a pair of white teenage
panties Both sides of the panties were stained with thick, white semen, the filthy liquid unable to
be absorbed by the fabric, flowing onto the lace and crumpling it into a ball. Bright red bloodstains, whose were unknown, also stained the fabric
.

Alfred and his adjutant returned to the steamship, their steps unsteady and their faces haggard.

Regarding his memory of the previous night, Alfred only remembered spending
a wonderful night with a prostitute who resembled his sister. Oh, and that prostitute seemed to be a virgin.

Knightwright completed his creation.

Alfred and his sister Audrey spent a passionate night on some island, but was that really his sister Audrey?
008 has its own answer.

The story of the Puppet Town ends here.

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