In the last chapter of the fairy tale

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Chapter 1

"Margaret!" From afar, Snow White saw Prince Charming striding towards her. She winked at Cinderella, quickly

put down her brush, and bowed respectfully.

Prince Charming glared at her and Cinderella beside him. "I've called you so many times, why didn't you answer me?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you..." Snow White lowered her head, her fair skin flushed with nervousness, her large, bright eyes filled with excessive fear, her small, red

lips trembling. Her black hair, which covered one eye, was slightly disheveled, but it did not obscure her stunning beauty. Margaret's features were lively, and

every gesture exuded an endearing charm, making it impossible not to want to kiss her.

"I know you wouldn't dare." Prince Charming tossed his golden hair, took the reins of his beloved pure white, strong, and tall horse, and said coldly. "I'm going out to hunt

swans. You all stay home and watch the house."

"Open the gate." Cinderella ordered the servants to open the fence around the stables. The prince on his white horse spurred his horse and galloped away without looking back, leaving behind a

cloud of dust.

"Cinderella, let's go have breakfast." Their expressions relaxed as the prince left. Snow White turned back and smiled at her.

"Okay, sister." Cinderella tied her bright red hair into a ponytail and happily took Margaret's hand as they left the stables for the hall.

"Where's Aurora?" Halfway through breakfast, Margaret casually asked the servant beside her.

"She's probably still sleeping." A plump figure suddenly appeared beside Cinderella. It was her fairy godmother. She sat down with a smile,

picked up Cinderella's juice, and took a big gulp.

"Lost again?" Cinderella glared at her, noticing the heavy bags under her eyes; she must have stayed up all night playing

mahjong .

"It's alright," she chuckled awkwardly, quickly changing the subject. "You guys went to help him tidy the stables again this morning?"

"Yes, I wonder who the next princess to suffer will be?" Margaret Lisa smiled bitterly, not particularly saddened. When she first entered the palace,

the handsome, charming prince who doted on her was long gone.

Within months of entering the palace, the prince had begun seeking a second spring in his life. While she minded his infidelity, she could barely tolerate it. What she couldn't accept

was his arrogance, pride, and volatile temper; he always treated her like a servant. Currently, Philip's favorites were Ariel and Aurora, but even

so , these two beauties couldn't satisfy him. So he still told other women he was an unmarried prince and then hunted his prey. Margaret Lisa wasn't jealous;

in fact, she was already numb to it.

How could I have ever fallen for someone like that?

"Sister...did you consider the things we suggested to you back then?" Cinderella frowned, her voice earnest.

"You mean leave here?" Margarita shook her head. "I don't know who I can rely on... Where can I go if I leave here?"

"Aurora and I have a fairy godmother protecting us; he can't do anything to us," Cinderella said. "But you're different from us, sister. You have no one to rely on. How long do you want to live

like this ?"

"Margarita, don't you have a group of children living in the forest?" the Fairy Godmother suggested. "

Why don't you go and seek refuge with them?" "The seven dwarfs..." Snow White sighed, a slight smile spreading across her white face. "I do miss them a little... but it's been so

long . I'm afraid I'll get lost."

"You don't need to worry about that. I heard there's a guide living in the forest west of the castle who helps people find their way." The one who answered this time was none

other than Aurora, who had just woken up. Her golden hair was loose, and she walked down the stairs naked.

Aurora's long, golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, its disheveled appearance adding a touch of decadent sexiness. Her large, bright, deep blue eyes blinked as if they could speak

, and her full, moist lips made her a true beauty. Compared to Margaret Lisa's delicate features, Aurora possessed a more unrestrained beauty.

Not to mention her ample breasts, full, white, and perky, with small, adorable pink nipples. Her voluptuous, curvaceous figure was the envy of many

, and only someone with such a physique dared to so openly display her body.

"You've been sleeping naked again...you'll catch a cold!" Cinderella scolded Aurora, then continued, "Sister, how do you feel?"

"We'll protect you...and we'll have servants send you living expenses regularly. We absolutely won't let you suffer, sister," Aurora said, tenderly holding

Margaret Lisa 's hand.

"Thank you all for thinking of me so much..." Aurora stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then decided, "Alright... I'll be off now!"

"Remember to say goodbye to Ariel at the aquarium, she'll miss you terribly." Aurora patted Margaret Lisa. "I'll pack your belongings."

"Phillip shouldn't be back until tonight," Cinderella said. "Be sure to let us know if anything happens. We'll protect you."

**********

After saying goodbye to Margaret Lisa, Aurora went back to her room in the attic, a smug look on her face.

"Aurora, what's making you so happy?" the red guardian fairy asked first.

"Nothing much, just finally got rid of that woman, it feels so good." Aurora rolled around on the bed.

"Don't say that. She's your sister. She didn't mistreat you when you entered the castle, did she?"

"I'm a princess of a kingdom. I should be her equal. What right do I have to call her sister? Snow White, Snow White, she's an ugly duckling!"

Aurora cursed indignantly. "That country bumpkin Cinderella is fine, she just has an extra servant."

"Now she's gone, just as you wanted?" The green guardian fairy frowned and smiled bitterly. "It's better she left, so you won't bully her again."

"Heh, that's why I handed her over to that 'guide'." After saying that, Aurora laughed triumphantly.

"Aurora! You've gone too far!" The red fairy couldn't help but get angry.

"Don't worry... she won't die." Aurora's eyes were lewd. "Maybe she's enjoying it right now."

************

The dark, eerie forest was filled with towering trees growing densely packed together. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, and the only sound in the quiet space

was the cacophony of insects. Margarita pulled her robe tighter to keep from the cold, damp air.

She tried to follow the paths people had taken, following the sparse patches of grass, but the forest was so vast that even the slightest

traces of cartwheels and footprints were extremely rare. She could only rely on her instincts, hoping to find a guide.

Margarita wasn't actually afraid; she only felt free. Joy and excitement made her steps light, and she couldn't help but sing.

"Miss..." A figure appeared in the distance, leisurely sitting in a tree, and the sudden sound startled her. "Sorry to have startled you."

The man jumped down, and Margaret Lisa carefully examined his features. He was quite tall, with long hair flowing down his back. His rugged, handsome features and strong facial

lines made him seem unapproachable, yet his roguish smile and wicked charm made it hard to look away.

"It's dangerous for a girl to wander around this forest alone. Are you lost?" The man's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a gentle friendliness

tinged with danger, making her unsure whether to believe him.

"I'm not lost." Margaret Lisa removed the hood of her robe. "I'm looking for someone to guide me."

The man was greatly impressed by Margaret Lisa's beauty, and his wicked smile deepened. "You're from the castle. You're so beautiful, you must be the Snow Queen."

"I'm not..." Margaret Lisa quickly explained. "I was just passing by..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." The man stroked his stubble and said, "What do you need the guide for?"

"You know him?"

"I am the guide."

"Really!? I want to find the Seven Dwarfs' home, but the last time I went was seven years ago, so..."

"Don't worry, the guide knows everything," the man grinned wickedly at Margaret's low-cut dress, revealing two canine teeth, and approached her

soft, delicate body with ill intent, "But I need some payment..."

Margaret covered her chest in fright and immediately moved away from him, "How dare you! You dare to flirt with me!..."

"I won't force you." The man shrugged, looking helpless. "You're a woman, if you can find the way, go by yourself. There are many forks in the road here,

full of swamps, and many poisonous snakes and wild beasts. Be prepared."

Margaret hugged herself, trembling, and couldn't help but shed tears of grievance.

The man shook his head; he couldn't bear a woman's tears. He pulled her into his arms, ignoring Margaret's gasps and trembling. He was immediately captivated by her

soft , fragrant body, which made him tremble with excitement. She felt his body approaching, the passionate warmth and powerful muscles making her heart race

.

"I've heard that although the King enjoys nightly pleasures, he's long neglected you," the man said, his arms wrapped around Margaret. Her strong, powerful arms left her nowhere

to escape. It had been years since she last made love with Philip. Margaret looked at the handsome man before her,

still afraid, yet seemingly anticipating something.

"You're lying!" she protested. "Don't touch me! I'll scream!"

"Do I need to remind you, this is my territory?" the man chuckled smugly, pulling open Margaret's robe and skirt to reveal her long, slender, white legs.

"Truly worthy of being the Queen, you are absolutely beautiful." Hearing his praise, she felt deeply ashamed, yet also a little happy.

"No…don't…" Margaret struggled, watching the man forcefully tear open her skirt and top, exposing her almost completely naked before him

. Shame overwhelmed her, yet at the same time, she felt a flicker of anticipation at the burning desire in the man's eyes. Although angry at her own thoughts, she

had no time to dwell on them. The burly man removed his clothes, revealing his erect penis and muscular, hairy body. Margaret turned her face

away shyly.

The man turned her body towards him, leaning her against a smooth tree trunk, and gently licked her delicate, sensitive nipples. Although not as large as Aurora's breasts,

Margaret 's breasts were full and soft, with erect, soft, and smooth pink nipples. The man caressed her entire body, smoothing her exquisite curves, causing her to gasp

softly and collapse into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, feeling the strong man holding her tightly, yet without any

strain.

She felt her own vulnerability and was angry at being at his mercy.

"So sensitive..." The man parted her legs, feeling their wetness and glistening. He chuckled wickedly, caressing Margaret's soft, pink

vulva , teasing her until her face flushed red. "Look at you, the Queen is so wet...?" Margaret was mortified, tears streaming down her face.

The man laughed again, placing his large penis between Margaret's legs, letting her wet labia soak into his penis. This action made

Margaret tremble and moan. "Snow Queen, may I enter your honey pot?"

She shook her head, closing her eyes in pain, unable to answer his inappropriate question. The man gently entered Margaret's body. The tight, soft touch amazed

him . Margaret was equally astonished by the man's size; his full, hard erection swelled up her lower body, causing her to whimper

, a sound that was hard to tell if it was excitement or pain, "Ugh... Ahh..."

The man kneaded her full, soft buttocks forcefully, nibbling at her pink neck, and began to thrust rapidly and forcefully. How could the delicate Margaret withstand

such intense thrusting? Each thrust drove her to madness, and she could only moan helplessly, gripping the man's strong arms tightly as he led her

to her climax.

"Haa... Ahh... Ahh..."

With a low growl of release, the man released one of her legs, thrusting as if trying to penetrate her sweet, tender flesh. She couldn't help but scream,

letting the man tremble on her body as he ejaculated his thick semen into her.

"I'm sorry..." A little girl's voice startled Margaret. Startled, she quickly withdrew from the man's still-erect penis, ignoring

the wet fluids sliding down her thighs, and hid behind him, feeling utterly humiliated.

The man, however, seemed completely unsurprised by the little girl's appearance. "Hello?"

"Mr. Wolf, I want to go to Grandma's house. Can you tell me how?" The cute little girl, about eight years old, wearing a red

cloak , cautiously looked at the man.

He was Wolf? Margaret picked up her discarded dress and cloak to cover her exposed body, watching the man and the little girl.

The man seemed full of energy, his eyes still gleaming with malice as he looked at the young girl. "Of course I can tell you where it is, but you have to

do as I say."

Margaret couldn't help but get angry and hit Wolf hard on the head. "You won't even spare such a small girl?"

"I've always been a lolicon!" the wolf grinned. "Then, little sister, how about you take off your underwear and give it to your brother?"

"Okay." The little girl obediently agreed, putting down the basket she was carrying and obediently taking off her underwear.

Margaret quickly stopped the little girl, but the wolf said calmly, "Even if you stop her, she won't find the Seven Dwarfs' house, and she won't find

her grandmother's house, you understand?"

"You bastard!" Margaret Sagashie yelled angrily at him, but seeing the wolf's leisurely chuckle, she knew her roar wouldn't have any effect.

"It's fate, you can't defy it." The wolf smiled wickedly, with a hint of helplessness and depth. "Just like you, Cinderella, Aurora, and

Ariel all had to marry Prince Philip, and this little girl will become mine too. You know that, don't you? So I advise you to mind your own business."

Margaret Sagashie was speechless, watching the little girl innocently hand over her white panties, which the wolf took and began to suck on. Margaret Sagashie trembled, her brow

furrowed , clearly not understanding what he was saying.

“If you’re looking for the Seven Dwarfs, there aren’t any here,” the wolf said, continuing his lewd grin, giving the little girl in red another instruction. “But

I know if you go this way, you’ll come to a stream. Follow the stream downstream, and there’s a mine where seven miners live. I think they’re

the ones you’re looking for.” “ But

…”

“Get lost!” The wolf looked at her with lustful eyes and howled wildly. “I can eat anyone… you know? I

’m going to die anyway… I don’t care…” Margaret

was terrified. Ignoring her naked body, she grabbed her bundle from the ground, bowed to the wolf, and ran away without looking back. ********** ... When Margaret reached the stream, she scooped up some water to drink. She saw a beautiful girl, dressed in finery, saying to another girl beside her, "Fill my golden cup with some water; I'm thirsty." "I don't want it! If you want to drink, then kneel down and drink it yourself! I'm no longer your maid!" the other girl, plain-looking but dressed in maid's attire, said arrogantly and rudely. Margaret couldn't bear it any longer. "Give me the cup; I'll fill it for you," she said. The beautiful girl, unbearably thirsty, thanked Margaret profusely with a pained expression. Margarita took the cup from the rude maid and knelt down to scoop water, but the spout of the golden cup quickly closed, preventing water from entering. Margarita found this strange and tried several times without success. She turned to the girl and said, "I'm sorry, I can't fill your golden cup . Could you please give me another cup?" The girl didn't say anything, but dismounted and walked to the stream, kneeling down to drink. The girl felt ashamed of this behavior. Just then, a voice came from her arms: "Oh dear, if your mother finds out, she will be very distressed and sad." The voice then fell into the stream with a whoosh. It turned out to be a tuft of hair. "You dropped something!" Margarita reminded the girl, but the girl looked up, wiped her sweat, and mounted her horse, not hearing her at all. The maid quickly picked up the tuft of hair and put it in her bosom. "Take it back to her," Margarita said. "I didn't take anything," the maid denied, following the princess as she rode away. Margaret was utterly bewildered. She picked up the golden cup beside her, intending to give chase, but was astonished to find it filled with water. The cup wasn't sealed; its smooth surface, exquisite carving, and rounded rim were wide , with no lid to seal it. Why had it been so tightly sealed just now? Margaret remembered what the wolf had said—that it was all fate, and that she should mind her own business. Was this princess destined never to drink the water from the golden cup? Was the maid destined to steal a lock of hair from the princess's bosom? Margaret brushed the dry leaves off her clothes, stood up, and decided not to chase after their horses, continuing to walk upstream along the stream. ********** ... "Angry said he saw a woman, and I said that's impossible." "At this time of day, the forest is so dangerous. How could there be a woman? Are you sure you're not mistaken?" "I'm not mistaken!" Angry, his face flushed, crossed his arms tightly, refusing the lunch his companion offered him. "Although I didn't see her face clearly, I'm certain it was a woman by the stream." " How about this, I'll go down with you to take a look," Know-It-All suggested. "This forest is so dangerous; even if there is a woman, she might not be a good person. We should be careful. " ********** ... Suddenly, she heard a sound from the bushes. Margaret Lisa stood up alertly and saw a huge, brightly colored snake emerge from the grass, hissing and moving towards her. A chill ran down her spine, and she grabbed her bundle from the ground, ready to flee. "Don't move!" a man suddenly shouted, stopping her in her tracks. The man leaped from the bushes, axe in hand, and chopped down hard on the snake's head. In an instant, the python's head was severed. Margaret Lisa looked at the man's lean arms and broad shoulders, thanking him profusely . "The more you try to escape, the more it will attack, understand?" Know-it-all hoisted the python, as thick as an arm, onto his shoulder, turned to look at Margaret , his expression calm. "You are…" "My name is Margaret… I come from the castle… I'm looking for seven miners in these mountains…" "Margaret?" Know-it-all paused, quickly searching his memory for the name, then exclaimed in surprise, "Snow White… oh no … it should be Snow White Queen… Is it you?" "You are…"

"Because Her Majesty the Queen has become more beautiful and mature, and I thought I would never meet Her Majesty in a place like this, I didn't recognize you. I'm truly

sorry ." The Know-It-All bowed deeply. "I am Know-It-All. I wonder if Her Majesty still remembers me."

"Know-It-All...?" Margaret looked at Know-It-All in surprise. He was tall and upright, and although his face was a little dirty, one could still see

his gentle features and mild expression behind his glasses. His bare upper body had muscles more muscular than the average person and many old scars, showing that

nature had forged their tough physiques in this environment. "Seven years ago, you were all small and thin... How could this be..."

"It's all thanks to the Queen! When the Snow Queen entered the castle, she gave us many rewards and blessings, allowing us child laborers who suffered abuse in the mines to

grow tall and strong," said Know-It-All. "The brothers will be so happy to see you!" Margaret's tears streamed down her face. She knelt down, overwhelmed with emotion, so much so that she could barely stand. Although she had a thousand words to say, the exhaustion of the journey overwhelmed her , and she fainted. ********** ... Aurora stood up and kicked Cinderella hard in the stomach, leaving her almost unable to move. "Foolish woman... I kindly didn't chase you away, and you dare hit me... Are you tired of living?" She added another kick. "How long do you think your fairy godmother can protect you?!" "Aurora... don't go too far..." The green guardian fairy tugged at Aurora's sleeve, her face showing difficulty as she pleaded. "I don't need your help! Lock her in the basement!" Aurora ordered, but the guardian fairies hesitated, afraid to move. "Phillip is back!" a servant quickly announced. Aurora urged the fairies on, and they quickly bound the screaming Cinderella and took her to the basement, locking her up with her fairy godmother. Aurora quickly put on her silk dress and descended the stairs to the hall. The door opened, and Aurora bowed to Philip, who was embracing a beautiful woman. Philip saw her and beckoned her over. "Lanny, this is Aurora. Aurora, take her to freshen up, then wait for me in Jasmine's room upstairs." "Yes." Aurora took Lanny's beautiful, soft hand and led her up the corridor. Lanny, unaware of what was about to happen, simply smiled warmly at the beautiful Aurora. "Hello Lanny, my name is Aurora, I'm your sister." Aurora led Lanny to the bathtub next to the room and gently untied Lanny's hair ornaments. "Let's take a bath ." "Yes...?" Lanny looked at Aurora, puzzled, as she removed her clothes until she was completely naked. "I'm sorry... Sister... Shall we bathe together?" "We're both women, and sisters, there's no need to be so formal." Aurora approached the bathtub, picked up a ladle, filled it with warm water and bath powder, and began to wash Lanny. Lani felt awkward, her body stiffening. Aurora gently massaged Lani's body while praising her carefully, "Lani is so beautiful, your skin is so white and delicate, it's like it could be broken with a touch." "Thank you, sister...you are very beautiful too..." Lani said shyly, watching Aurora directly cup her breasts and carefully caress them, even emphasizing the scrubbing of her tender nipples, making them erect, and she couldn't help but want to make a sound. "Sister...don't do this...Lani can wash herself..." Lani resisted, but Aurora moved the foam powder downwards, attacking her tender and sensitive private parts, finally making Lani kneel down. "Lani, be good, let sister clean you properly..." Aurora smiled, gently opening Lani's soft labia with her fingers, finding it smooth . "If I'm not clean... Prince Philip will be unhappy..." Lani moaned shyly, her legs tightly clamped together, struggling against the waves of pleasure emanating from her lower abdomen. Unfortunately, the sensation was too intense, and she could only lie limply. Aurora watched, a lewd smile on her face. Her movements didn't become more provocative or unrestrained; she simply gently teased and washed Lani, then rinsed off , carefully dried her body, gently helped her put on a bathrobe, and led her to room number five on the east side. "Still wet?" Aurora asked, reaching inside Lani's bathrobe before Lani could answer, her fingers probing the still-wet private parts between her legs. Lani's face turned as red as an apple. She simply watched as Aurora smiled, lightly touching the jasmine carving on the door latch, then gently pushed open the door. Sure enough, Philip was on the large bed inside the room. "Lanny, come here." Philip pulled back the covers and beckoned, and Lanny nestled beside him. Without a word, Philip kissed Lanny's lips. Lanny, experiencing her first kiss, felt dizzy at the warmth of her beloved's kiss. Philip forcefully spread her legs, cupping and kneading her full breasts, while his already swollen desire pressed against Lanny's sensitive nipples. Although Lanny was already wet from the teasing in the bathroom, the pressure of such a large object against her caused her shyness to quickly turn into panic. "Your Highness…no…it hurts…" Lanny struggled, her body stiff. "Don't worry, it always hurts the first time. It'll be over soon. Aurora, bring me the things," Philip commanded. She sat up and saw that Aurora was completely naked, holding four ropes in one hand and a bottle of white liquid in the other. She had tied Lanny's hands to the two posts at the head of the bed and bound her knees and hands together. Lanny felt helpless and scared, tears streaming down her face. Looking at her beloved's face, she wanted to find some security and support, but Philip was only staring at her genitals with a lewd and lustful look in his eyes. "Don't be afraid, little sister. I'm just afraid you'll hurt His Highness if you struggle too much. Just relax," Aurora patted her gently and comforted her softly. "Sister, I don't want this...it hurts so much...please untie me...ahhh!!" Before she could finish speaking, Philip's magnificent penis had already penetrated Lanny's tender body, and the pain made her scream. "Ah...so tight..." Philip enjoyed the feeling of Lani's soft, tight body, thrusting passionately. Lani's screams and cries only fueled sadistic pleasure. Aurora poured some of the liquid she had on Lani's chest and abdomen, letting the cool, sticky fluid flow downwards to moisten Lani's abruptly entered labia. She found the small nipple between the labia and used this caress to make Lani feel better. Aurora even brought her lips close to Lani's nipples, gently teasing them with her tongue.

He touched her, watching her facial features relax slightly.

The liquid in the bottle was a lubricant from Ariel's hometown, extracted from various natural seaweeds, with the fragrance and color of flowers and herbs. It not only moisturized and beautified the skin

but also soothed wounds and calmed pain. Because of Philip's reckless sexual practices, they kept many bottles of this lubricant in their rooms,

in colors like jasmine, violet, lily, rose, and sunflower, each with its own fragrance.

Aurora gave Lani the jasmine lubricant so that Prince Philip would remember the scent of each sister, while she herself was scented with rose.

On the east side of the castle, each room had the names of many different flowers, and each door hinge was decorated with floral carvings. The castle

servants diligently cleaned these unused rooms; it all seemed preordained. From the moment Aurora entered the castle, she had a vague idea of what was going on.

The names and scents of these flowers seemed to extend endlessly along the eastward corridor.

"Come on up." Philip patted Aurora, who then flipped over and straddled Lanny, her buttocks facing Philip. Philip boldly reached out and teased

Aurora's exposed vulva, and Aurora moaned as she hugged Lanny.

The soft touch of skin, along with the sticky fluid and rising body temperature, made Lanny feel incredibly shy. Hearing Aurora's intoxicating moans made her heart itch even more.

Lanny could only look at her sister, whose expression was drunk and dazed, as she swayed on top of her, her face flushed. The pain in her body was still intense, causing her

to scream shrilly, her body stiff and rigid, with only despair and pain burning like flames.

And so, Lanny, with a sorrowful expression on her beautiful face, moved into the Jasmine Flower Room and became Philip's fifth wife.

**********

...

They approached her, and the know-it-all said, "Your Majesty, are you feeling alright? Is anything bothering you?" "Don't call me Your Majesty, just call me Margaret. I've come here to escape the castle, to escape Philip, to escape the word 'Queen.'" Margaret smiled at their seemingly worried faces, her expression relaxed and self-satisfied. She couldn't let her negative emotions affect them, she thought. " It's so good to see you all. You're my only support now. If you don't mind, can I live with you again?" The five men nodded repeatedly. The know-it-all said, "We'll protect you. You can stay here without worry, Margarita." "But," the man in red said, his face contorted with anger—a look he always wore—"if Prince finds out you're here, we're doomed!" "I'm sorry... I get angry easily... If this weren't my last refuge... I wouldn't have ventured into the forest alone to find you..." Margarita lowered her eyes, her expression filled with remorse. Memories flooded back, and she was afraid she would burst into tears. But she wouldn't. She had survived being hunted down by her stepmother's resentment; she could endure it now. She had always supported herself with a strong smile every day. "Don't mind him, he actually wants you to stay here and not leave! That's why he said those things! He was furious " Pistachio laughed heartily. "That guy is so dishonest! He clearly misses you terribly! He cried so much when you married Philip and left us!" "Stop talking nonsense!" Angry, her face flushed red, angrily slapped Pistachio open, the force not light, but Pistachio still laughed loudly. "This place is very secluded, no one will find us! And our mine is high up, we can see everyone who approaches," Know-It-All said. " Thank you." "Although it's a little late, we still have to go to the mine today," Pistachio said, standing up. "You should rest more, no need to rush to help with anything." "Fool, you stay and take care of Margaret," said the irritable one. "Sneezer must be getting impatient waiting for us in the stands. We're already very late." "Be careful on the road." Margaret smiled as she saw the five of them off. "Margaret, this is some soup, have some." The man in the purple shirt had a cute smile on his face, but he accidentally kicked the corner of the bed, almost spilling the warm soup he had just served. Margaret took the soup and asked with a smile, "You must be Fool? You all seem to have never changed, that's good." She lowered her head, not expecting that tears would drip into the soup. "Margaret... are you alright...?" Fool carefully reached out and patted Margaret's back, then took his sleeve and put it to her face to wipe away her tears. "Thank you... without you... I really don't know what I would have done..." Margaret, perhaps having accumulated too much grievance and resentment, hugged Fool cried bitterly. "Margarita..." The idiot patted her hand, warm and gentle, his face always bearing a warm smile. "We'll always be with you...don't worry ..." Margarita hugged him tighter, feeling his warm body. The idiot was the shortest of the seven, always following her around, helping her hang out the laundry, tasting her freshly cooked food, his face always so childish. Now he'd grown into a mature man, even the tallest . Even clumsy as he was, he could still say things like he wanted to protect her, which made her so happy and comforted. Not long after, she noticed something strange about the idiot's body. The body pressed against her seemed stiff, and something felt like it was pressing against her lower abdomen. When she realized what it was, her face turned as red as his. At the same time, the idiot jumped away as if electrocuted, running away without looking back. Then again, seven years ago they were all just children; now they'd be grown men in their twenties. In this remote, sparsely populated mountain area, there were no outlets for their needs, so it was perfectly normal for them to have physical reactions. Margaret swallowed hard, mustered her courage, and decided to follow them. Then she saw the clueless guy huddled in a corner of the corridor, sobbing uncontrollably. Her heart ached. She went over and patted him. "Clueless guy, what's ...?"

"I'm sorry!" The idiot's face was flushed, just like his shy friend, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, I don't mind at all..." Margaret patted him. "Shall we go back to the room?"

"I...I'm too ashamed to face you!" The idiot buried his face in his collar, making Margaret laugh.

"But I'm so hungry! I want some broth. I'll only drink it if you come in with me, okay?"

The idiot hugged his knees, hesitated for a long time, and then cautiously answered, "Okay..."

Although the atmosphere was silent, Margaret still ate some broth, filling her long-empty stomach. She asked the idiot who was tidying up, "Your

house has been rebuilt, hasn't it?"

The idiot's long hair covered his eyes, and he didn't say a word; to be precise, he couldn't make a sound.

"Idiot, I said I don't mind...so don't be nervous anymore," Margaret patted him, but as soon as she touched his body, she felt him bounce

.

He was nervous, but this nervousness and shyness seemed to both pain and excite Margaret. Frankly, she

felt happy just now, sensing how excited the idiot's body was for her. She had long forgotten what sex was, or what normal sexual intercourse between men and women was.

Recalling the wild wolf she encountered in the forest, she didn't find this contact disgusting or shameful; in fact, the wolf's touch made her heart

race without being too reckless. She leaned closer and hugged him from behind. "I said I don't care... good boy..."

"Margaret..." The idiot turned around, head bowed, and said, "I'm sorry... I like you so much... but I embarrassed myself in front of you..."

"It's okay..." Margaret hugged the idiot, feeling her body swirling with various emotions. Perhaps in the midst of this confusion, she

reached out and touched the idiot's crotch, causing the beast that had finally calmed down to rise again, hardening against his pants.

"Margarita..." The fool's face flushed even redder with embarrassment, and his body stiffened even more, almost unable to move.

"Relax a little..." Her face was just as red with embarrassment. She pulled down his pants and, seeing his exposed penis, excitedly began to stroke it

. Watching his shy yet excited expression, she gently took his large penis into her mouth.

"Margarita... wait a minute..." The fool felt warm and comfortable, but the guilt in his heart was still overwhelming. He pushed her away slightly, but

unexpectedly, she took off her own clothes, revealing her naked skin.

Seeing such a beautiful naked woman for the first time, the simpleton was utterly shocked. He pulled the blanket over Margarita, crying, "Margarita! You can't do this!"

His voice rose, his expression a complex mix of emotions. "You're not that kind of woman... You can't do this!"

Life in the mines was hard and busy, but also incredibly boring and tedious. Although they were both of marriageable age, life in the mines was extremely unstable;

women who married into the area would usually run away within two or three months. So they had to resort to money. Every two months, they would transport ore to the city

to exchange for money . The women and the scent of cosmetics in the city intoxicated them. They often used the copper coins earned from exchanging several cartloads of ore to buy a

woman who might be alluring, decadent, exhausted, or even vulgar, to satisfy their empty and lonely physical needs.

But Margarita wasn't that kind of woman. She was a queen; how could he possibly make her suffer like this because of his own needs?

Margarita shook her head, opened her arms, and tears streamed down her face. "Look at me, I'm not any other woman, just your Margaret."

For who knows how long, she had felt loved and needed. Margaret was lonely. Born without a mother, she had always

wandered alone in the castle. After her stepmother arrived, she lived in constant fear. Finally, she thought she had found

true love , but beneath the sweet, wealthy, and romantic sugar-coated love lay a tragic reality of women's struggles, power struggles, the clash between money and reality, and

the decisive tragedy of beauty versus life.

She almost gave up hope of living under this daily torment.

But now, she wanted to live for herself. She didn't want to be a princess with an eternally wealthy life; she wanted the simple happiness of having a

warm would readily accept her. Tears streamed

down her face as she clearly felt the young man's green eyes, like a clear, calm lake, embracing her with boundless tenderness.

As always, the idiot clung to her body intimately, kissing her eyebrows, cheeks, and even down to her neck. Her heart swelled, and she gently cupped his

erect penis in her hands, like a fragile piece of glass, continuing what she had just begun. Through her breathing, the idiot's expression revealed

a hint of pain and endurance. She stopped, soothing his rapid breathing, kissing his face, his shoulders, and his chest.

The idiot's features were gentle yet childlike, his skin slightly dark, and his tall, slender body possessed remarkably precise proportions. Compared to the know-it-all's lean physique,

his arms appeared more robust and powerful, his hands large, their muscles forming sensual lines along his joints. These large hands gently roamed over

Margaret 's body, slowly cupping her soft, white breasts.

He dared not use too much force, but unable to resist his curiosity, he playfully teased her two pink nipples with his fingers. This action caused her

to let out soft moans and gasps, which aroused his playfulness. He began to explore various places on her body that could make her make sounds, kissing

her palms, her navel, and her back, which made her feel itchy all over. She could only struggle and resist by pushing against his chest with her arms.

The foolish man spread Margaret's legs and carefully examined her beautiful private parts, then tried to gently caress them with his hands. Margaret could no longer bear this

play, and her physical and mental excitement was so high that it almost broke her body. She didn't care about her dignity and just urged him to quickly become one with her.

"Hurry... hurry up and come in..."

Encouraged, he couldn't wait to lift her round and elastic buttocks and thrust into her wet and tender vulva. Feeling the warm, moist lips tightly

envelop him, he trembled with pleasure and began to thrust passionately. Margaret felt his strong, thick penis

trembling , the overwhelming feeling of fullness and satisfaction making her unable to control her frenzy, only able to moan ecstatically.

The tears that had been streaming down her face continued to flow. The idiot held her close, gently cupping her face and wiping away her tears, constantly asking

, "Does it hurt? Are you uncomfortable? Am I too rough?" His technique might not have been as skillful and wild as Wild Wolf's, but the tenderness and care in his subtle movements

were something Margaret could see.

Driven by excitement and physical stimulation, his movements gradually became more vigorous. As he pounded away passionately, her vulva emitted increasingly wet and lascivious

sounds. Accompanied by rising emotions and near-hysterical moans, both their body temperatures soared to their peak. Finally, he trembled as he ejaculated his thick, white

semen into her overflowing body.

"Are you alright, Margarita?" the idiot asked anxiously, quickly dressing. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. You've asked me so many times. Thank you for being so gentle." She sniffed and sat up.

He blushed. "I'll go heat up the soup for you!" Before he could finish, he tripped over the bedsheet and fell to the floor.

"I'll go with you." She shook her head, put on her clothes, helped the often-falling-over idiot up, tidied herself up a bit, and was about to go back to

tidy the sheets when she saw

the word "Dopey" carved on the headboard. Turning her head, she saw that the other beds also had their names carved on them. Just like seven years ago, only now the person had grown up, and the beds were

much bigger and wider.

Compared to seven years ago, all the furniture was bigger, and although the beds were still a little messy, it was so much better than the dusty, dirty little house she had seen before

.

"You've been very good," Margaret patted the scatterbrained boy, who seemed lost in thought. "You've

all been sweeping and tidying up." "Hmm..." he murmured, as if waking from a dream. "That's what the know-it-all stipulated. He set the house rules, and we have to take turns

cleaning every week." They went to the kitchen, and Margaret opened the pot lid, ladling some

soup into a bowl.

"But the kitchen is still empty. How about this, I'll make your favorite apple pie and roast chicken tonight!" "Really?!" The scatterbrain jumped up excitedly. "Long live

Margaret !" ********** ... "Cinderella! Are you alright?" Cinderella looked up, her face filled with panic. "Fairy... how did you get here? It's dangerous here." "I'm sorry for making you suffer so much. I've come to rescue you." "Fairy... I can't find my Fairy Godmother... I can't go anywhere..." Cinderella shook her head. "Don't worry," said the Blue Fairy. "You need to go through the west gate, cross the path by the pond, and enter the forest. She'll meet you there." "How can I go through the west gate? It's heavily guarded, isn't it? Wait... the west? Isn't that the forest over there with the guide?" "Don't worry, the guide is dead. Trust me, there won't be any problems," said the Blue Fairy. "Just find your Fairy Godmother quickly, and you can reunite with Margaret. Don't come back to the castle. Aurora sees you as a thorn in her side and will try everything to kill you." "Hmm..." Cinderella nodded. "I'll turn you into a mouse. Remember, you only have fifteen minutes. You'd better hurry." "I understand." Cinderella thanked the fairy and accepted the spell, transforming into a white mouse. She ran up , towards the west side of the castle. After she left, the Blue Guardian Fairy hurried to the Rose Chamber on the east side to report. "It's all done." "Good. Remember to tell the guards not to stop her." Aurora yawned, turned over, and went back to sleep. Cinderella struggled through the corridor, past the guards, and reached the pond at the west gate. Since the bridge over the west gate was retracted, she had to jump into the pond and swim vigorously to the other side. After swimming for a while, she felt her body gradually growing larger, and her chest and back, which were originally covered in white hair, became smooth. She knew the spell was about to wear off, so she swam faster. Having finally reached the shore, she had almost fully recovered her original appearance. To avoid being seen by the guards at the west gate, she crept into the depths of the forest, making sure no one had spotted her. "Huff..." She gasped for breath, resting for a moment. She wrung out her soaked clothes and hair, turning to look at the tranquil forest, seemingly seeing no one. Suddenly, there was a slight movement in the bushes. "Godmother?" A gigantic man suddenly leaped out of the bushes, shoving her to the ground, startling Cinderella so much she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Oh dear, another beauty . The people of the castle are really good to me." Cinderella didn't scream, but forcefully suppressed her wildly beating heart, punching and kicking the wolf, struggling fiercely. Although this strange and barbaric man seemed anything but kind, Cinderella relaxed slightly because of his carefree attitude. "Shh...don't move..." The wolf gently covered her mouth, his other hand reaching for her long, fair thighs, caressing them wantonly. Cinderella was furious. With a slight twist of her waist, she clamped his head between her legs, pinning the wolf to the ground. "Who are you? Where's my godmother?!" she demanded, her grip on the wolf tight. "You're so rude. I gave up being a naive little girl going to my grandmother's house and came all this way to save you." The wolf's face was close between Cinderella's legs, his face grinning as he answered. "Save me?" "Shh...don't move..." The wolf easily escaped from between her legs, grabbing her hand, his expression becoming serious and cautious. "Again!?" Cinderella wanted to give him another beating, but she also heard strange noises coming from the woods. "Hide in the bushes over there! Don't come out until I call you!" the wolf commanded, and Cinderella could only obey. From the bushes emerged a fully equipped hunter, rifle pointed at the wolf. "Hmph, I knew it was you just from the footsteps," the wolf scoffed. "What brings you here today?" "You defeated wretch," the hunter's smile held a nostalgic air of seeing a longtime friend, tinged with danger and confidence. "What are you doing here causing trouble?" "The woman you're trying to kill," the wolf gestured with his thumb towards Cinderella, "I was the one who set my sights on her first." "I'm just doing this for money," the hunter said, a hint of helplessness in his expression. "I advise you not to go against Queen Aurora." It really was Aurora? Cinderella suddenly understood . It was better for her to die outside the city than locked in the cellar; she'd have a hard time explaining herself if Philip questioned her. That's why she'd hired the Blue Guardian Fairy to put on this show. She finally understood.

"I heard you gave up on Little Red Riding Hood as your prey?" the hunter said, silently raising his rifle and cocking it. "I thought you were afraid of me, but I didn't expect

you to come here to die."

"Wait!" Cinderella quickly called out, stopping the hunter from pulling the trigger. "Please stop! Sir Hunter."

"Hey, didn't I tell you to hide? What are you doing out here?" the wolf snarled.

Cinderella bravely stepped out of the bushes, her face calm. "Sir Hunter... please don't hurt him... if Queen Aurora's target

is me... then..."

"You..." The hunter's expression seemed unable to maintain its previous indifference. Perhaps it was because Cinderella's clothes were soaked and clung to her body, making her look quite

sexy.

"Please don't kill him... please..." Cinderella was a smart girl. Years of oppression had made her strong and perceptive, and she was quite

good at observing the atmosphere around her. She sobbed, her shoulders trembling, and she clearly felt the hunter's movements stop.

Just then, the wolf pounced and snatched the hunting rifle.

A chilling gunshot pierced the sky, startling all the birds in the forest into flying away. Aurora, who was inside the Rose Chamber, clearly heard the

gunshot and couldn't help but laugh. She clutched her blanket, turned over, and went back to sleep.

The hunter lay in a pool of blood. The wolf approached the hunter's body, confirmed he was dead, and then slowly slung the rifle over his shoulder.

"It's alright...it's alright..." He quickly approached Cinderella and helped her up.

"Phew...that was terrifying..." Cinderella stood up, her face relaxed and smug; her tears were long gone. "I

thought I was going to have to use my body..."

"You were faking it?" The wolf laughed. This woman was truly formidable. "You didn't even seem panicked when you saw the corpse? Why is that?"

"My family lives behind the cemetery." Cinderella took some usable items from the hunter's body. Then she stepped forward and hugged the wolf,

taking the hunting rifle from behind him and slinging it over her own back. The embrace made the wolf careless, and by the time he realized it, the gun was already in her hand

.

"You didn't need me to save you at all!" The wolf wasn't angry; instead, he laughed heartily, genuinely admiring the clever and

courageous .

"Who are you? Who sent you to save me?" Cinderella pointed the hunting rifle at the wolf, calmly.

"I'm the guide, the one everyone calls the wolf. It was your fairy godmother who sent me to save you,"

the wolf said, leading her into the forest. "I was already at that little girl's grandmother's house, and I was about to get her when she ran over for help."

"Where is she now?"

"Her wand was broken by Aurora's henchmen and can no longer be used, so she went back to repair it. She asked me to take you to the Snow Queen.

This is her keepsake." The wolf pulled a white cloth from his pocket, his expression slightly amused.

Opening the cloth, Cinderella was shocked to see it was the Fairy Godmother's underwear. "You didn't ask your godmother for directions too, did you?!"

"She really wanted to, but I reluctantly accepted ten gold coins." The wolf rolled his eyes. "I'm not that indiscriminate.

But, if it were you..."

"I haven't even asked you for directions yet, you'd better stay away from me."

"Yeah, yeah...! Why are you being so fierce..." The wolf couldn't help but chuckle, feigning disappointment, "Even the Snow Queen obediently went to my aid..."

"That's because my sister didn't have a gun." She rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm starting to like you." The wolf smiled even more broadly, and before she could answer, he put his arm around her shoulder. The two disappeared into the forest, beginning their search for the person

they were looking for.

**********

The miners wolfed down the entire table of food, greatly increasing Margaret's sense of accomplishment. She brewed them chrysanthemum tea and started chatting about their recent

situations, but for some reason, the conversation drifted to Margaret.

She figured she couldn't keep it from them for long, so she told them the truth.

"He abused you for seven years, and you didn't let us know anything?" The angry one was the first to erupt in anger, slamming his fist on the table. "Don't you even remember

how we sent you away?!"

"I had no choice… If it weren't for my sisters covering for me this time, I don't think I would have been able to escape." "

That guy is too much! How could he leave you alone and go find new women?! Can any other woman compare to Margaret?!" Even

the simpleton was angry; his smile vanished, and his face flushed even redder from his own words.

"No, that's not it...the other sisters are all princesses too..." Margaret said, a little embarrassed by the confused boy's expression. "My three younger sisters are all

very beautiful..."

"That's not the point...Achoo! You have to protect yourself, don't let anyone bully you, okay...Achoo!" the sneezing boy

said intermittently. "You're just too nice, that's why you get bullied!"

"But at least you escaped, that's a good thing." Pistachio smiled and tried to smooth things over.

"Don't worry, we'll all protect you here." Know-It-All patted Margaret, who smiled knowingly.

The sneezing boy next to her sneezed four times in a row, and Margaret quickly took out a towel to wipe him. "Is it late? You should go to sleep, your sneezing is

worse than usual..."

"It is a bit late...I'm sleepy too..." Sleepiness was already on Know-It-All's lap.

"Okay, everyone go to bed then." Margaret urged.

"We'll sleep in the living room," the know-it-all said matter-of-factly. "You can sleep in the bedroom."

"That won't do. You'll catch a cold," she shook her head. "I used to be able to sleep in all three of your beds by myself, but now we can all sleep together."

Margaretia understood their concerns, but she wanted them to sleep soundly. Although she knew she might disturb their sleep, she

couldn't expect them to always sleep in the living room.

Thinking about what had happened with the simpleton that afternoon, Margaretia felt shy but didn't regret it.

Before meeting them, she hadn't thought about these things, but now, she wasn't afraid of them. She wasn't the old Margaretia, disdaining a

boring life where one kiss could lead to falling in love with someone.

The six miners discussed with troubled expressions, only the simpleton, with his silly expression, agreed with her.

"But Margarita..." Pistachio said, blushing, "It's not right for a bunch of grown men like us to do this..."

"There's nothing wrong with it! I slept with Margarita tonight too!" The silly guy grabbed her hand and shook it playfully, "If you guys don't sleep with her, then the two of us will sleep alone..."

" Go to sleep..."

"I want to sleep too!" Several miners hurriedly ran upstairs, scrambling to move their beds together with the idiot's.

"No fighting, understand?" Margaret said. "How about this, we'll put all our beds together and take turns. Tonight, Pistachio and Shy will sleep

next to me."

The idiot's face fell, and she had to appease him, "You've already slept with me once today, so you'll have to wait until next time, okay?"

"Is it just sleeping?" Pistachio asked with a smile, only to be beaten up by his companions.

"Of course, you have to sleep peacefully," Margaret said, helping the idiot take off his coat, trousers, and boots. "You have to work tomorrow, so getting some

sleep is very important."

Thinking about it, they were probably in their early twenties, about four or five years younger than Margaret, so she always naturally gave them orders.

Even now, so excited, they were exhausted from the whole day and quickly fell asleep. After urging them to bed, she turned off the light,

took off her long dress and top, and lay down in a soft, light slip. The

one lying on her left, Pistachio, turned to face Margaret. He was the most handsome of the seven miners, with large eyes set in a perpetually smiling

face , a very straight nose, and two prominent canine teeth that always shone when he smiled. The few freckles on his face didn't detract from his appearance; instead, they made him look cute. He

wasn't tall, but he always stood out among them. He smiled at Margaret, offered her his arm as a pillow, and she obediently lifted her head

to lie on his arm, watching him sleep contentedly.

She couldn't help but smile too. She had worried too much. They were still children. Even though they exuded masculine allure, overflowing with pheromones, shirtless

or , stimulating her male bodies, their souls were still those of big children.

She closed her eyes, hoping to end this tiring yet fulfilling day. But then she felt a pressure. Opening her eyes, she looked back and found the

shy man hugging her from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist, his legs straddling hers.

He was indeed asleep, his eyes closed, his slightly childish face flushed. She gently loosened his grip and pushed him to the right, allowing him to

turn over. Unexpectedly, he had his right leg clamped between his legs, while his left leg was entangled with Pistachio's, impossible to pull away. Margaret

's legs were thus spread wide open.

She felt both ashamed and anxious, wanting to quickly close her legs, but the strength of the two men was too great; struggling forcefully would only result in injury. Since they were under

the covers and no one could see, she decided to wait and find another opportunity to pull her legs apart.

"What's wrong?" Pistachio seemed to notice her unease. She had expected him to release his grip on her legs, but instead, after asking, he

naturally wrapped his arms around her, his hand brazenly resting on her stomach, and then fell asleep.

"Pistachio...?"

She patted him, and he responded absentmindedly, "Hmm?"

"Help me... my legs..." Pistachio nodded, muttering, "Good girl, good girl..." He placed his hand on her soft mons pubis and

rubbed it downwards. The skilled movements brought a surge of pleasure that almost made her scream. She quickly covered her private parts with both hands.

Actually, during the years Margaret had been queen, Pistachio had been married. He had a wife who had come from the farm, but because

she was often taken advantage of by these young men and her life was unstable, she eventually escaped back to the countryside and was remarried elsewhere.

Pistachio quickly rubbed the erogenous zones between her legs, vaguely feeling his fingertips gradually becoming wet, and hearing her breathing

. He then boldly extended his middle finger and probed into her soft, moist vagina.

Pistachio wasn't fully awake yet, but his body was as sensitive as a reflex. He knew she was ready, so he stroked his

penis briefly before thrusting inside her.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Margaret finally cried out. With Pistachio's thrusts, she moaned softly, and Pistachio gradually regained consciousness

with the rhythm of his own body.

Realizing what he was doing, Pistachio leaned down to look at Margaret and actually smiled again. "It's you...no wonder you're acting

different...it feels so good..."

"Ah..." Margaret kissed his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, her gaze filled with allure. "Don't go so deep...okay?"

Pistachio's eyes were intoxicated by her wantonness, and he thrust even more intensely, making her moan even louder.

The shout startled the shy man beside him. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and made out the two passionate figures before him. His

flushed face wasn't visible in the darkness. He hid under the covers, making sure they hadn't seen him get up, before slowly pulling out his penis. He began to gaze passionately at her

expression , listening to her intoxicating moans, and constantly stroking his most fervent part.

Unfortunately, she noticed. Her eyes met the shy man's blushing face, but she showed no impatience or disgust. Instead, she reached down to his crotch

and gently stroked him. After discovering this, the woman flipped Margaret over and thrust into him hard from behind. She lay on top of him , kissing and sucking his enormous penis with abandon. Although his face was burning, the shy man also reached out and freely kneaded her full, round breasts. Margaret felt she was at her most beautiful at that moment. Violated and toyed with by two men, she felt like a great goddess being worshipped , adored, and desired. The two bed boards creaked faintly; in the darkness, some were awake, some were asleep, and the awake boards, like those receiving the act of lovemaking, trembled silently, in rhythm. The night was long and deep, and something always stirred within the darkness. [The End]

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