【The Fallen Princess】

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(I) Prison Carnival

The protagonist's prototype is taken from a hentai manga by Xiang Zhengyi. The original post was modified into a series of stories, presumably to make the hentai scenes easier to write and prevent the author from writing the plot too frantically and losing control.

Deep in the dark dungeon. The only entrance is tightly locked by a thick iron door, and the uneven passage stretches from here to the end of the darkness. Rough iron bars, covered in yellow rust, enclose several large cells on both sides of the passage.

This is the lowest level of the heavy prison in Byron, the capital of Atlas. Heinous criminals are usually sent here temporarily to await execution after being captured, so the dungeon's security is extremely tight, with dense layers of restrictions. By the time prisoners reach the lowest level, they usually give up the idea of escaping in despair, so the iron door and bars are more for show than practical use.

At this time, there are not many prisoners in the dungeon; the other cells are empty, except for the last cell which holds a dozen or so people.

The prison clearly didn't treat death row inmates any better, barely managing to keep them alive before execution. There wasn't even straw laid out in the cell; the cold floor was covered in dried feces and urine.

The ragged prisoners lay or sat, their blank stares fixed on the expressionless faces of their counterparts. With heavy breathing, the foul, musty air seeped in and out of their bodies, slowly spreading into the oppressive cell.

With a clang, the heavy iron door slowly opened, letting bright light into the dungeon. Footsteps echoed in the corridor, and a slender figure carrying a torch approached. In the light, it was revealed to be a stunningly beautiful young woman. She wore a low-cut, tight-fitting white lace-trimmed dress, her long, straight legs encased in black high-heeled boots; her body's perfect curves undulated alluringly, her proud, high breasts swaying with each step. The girl walked to the bars, surveying the group of prisoners awaiting their fate; the torch in her hand burned brightly, illuminating their astonished faces.

"Looks pretty good," she murmured to herself, casually sticking the torch into the wall, taking out her key to unlock the gate, and entering the cell. This action immediately caused the prisoners to stand up, staring at the girl in surprise, whispering amongst themselves.

"Look, a chick!"

"How come such a pretty woman has come to the prison?"

"Who knows..."

"Listen up, you filthy death row inmates! Standing before you is the kingdom's third princess, Floria!" The girl placed one hand on her hip, her bright eyes radiating a sharp, imposing aura. Seeing the fear in the prisoners' eyes, a smile crept onto the girl's lips. Her tone shifted, her voice softening, becoming deadly allure:

"I heard you're all bandits captured in Deradin, and you all seem quite skilled. How about it, anyone willing to come out and play with this princess? If you beat me, you might have a chance to leave here alive." "This...is this a joke?"

"This is ridiculous, how could such a thing happen..."

The prisoners stared blankly at the princess before them, whispering amongst themselves, unable to believe what they were hearing. But seeing that Floria's expression didn't seem like a joke, some of their minds began to race: as prisoners facing execution at any moment, cowering wouldn't save them; the princess seemed to have a strange hobby, and if they could really beat her, at least they'd have a sliver of hope.

With these thoughts in mind, a burly man, much larger than the others, stepped forward and stood before Floria, striking a pose. Looking at his fist, as large as a jar, the burly man saw the delicate Floria as if she could be blown away by a gentle breeze, not to mention what his fist would do to her. Swallowing hard, the man hesitated before asking, "Your Highness... is what you say true?" "Enough talk! Dare to doubt this princess's words? Are you coming or not?" Floria's face turned cold, her crescent-shaped eyebrows arching.

Provoked by Floria, the burly man gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and threw a punch straight at her. Afraid of truly injuring the princess, he even withdrew half his strength halfway through. Even so, the man's punch still carried considerable force, the fist whistling through the air, reaching Floria in the blink of an eye.

Floria smiled lightly, her left leg suddenly rising without warning, kicking the burly man's shin with lightning speed. Her body slightly shifted, and a scream rang out. The burly man staggered forward, collapsing to the ground, clutching his leg and groaning in pain.

"Useless!" Floria glanced contemptuously at the burly man on the ground, then looked up at the bewildered crowd. She beckoned with a finger. "Is this all you've got? Why don't you all come at me at once!" These prisoners were seasoned bandits, murder and arson were their livelihood. Though their skills weren't high, they still had some sense. Floria moved swiftly, her kick fast and precise, striking the burly man's ankle. Clearly, she had received training in martial arts, instantly shattering her image of a frail woman. Seeing the man so badly injured, they felt a surge of camaraderie. The men exchanged glances, let out a whistle, and simultaneously pounced on Floria.

Floria's expression hardened. She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure moving swiftly, like a slippery fish weaving through the throng of prisoners. Her slender fingers clenched into fists and danced through the air, her legs flashing out with deadly kicks, each strike hitting the prisoners' vital points.

Cries of agony filled the air as prisoners collapsed one after another; soon, the last one, struck in the chest and abdomen by Floria's flying kick, fell to his knees with a thud, his face deathly pale, then he vomited violently. Within half a minute, not a single prisoner remained standing in the cell.

Standing proudly in the room, surveying her surroundings, Floria shook her head with a slight sneer: "What a bunch of useless trash. All that size and strength for nothing. Beating them like this is no fun at all, a complete waste of my time." The prisoners struggled to their feet, many still wincing and groaning in pain. Looking at Floria, their faces were filled with fear, but their eyes gleamed with undisguised resentment.

注视着众人的神色，芙萝雅忽然微微一笑，转身走到栅栏门外，从外壁上取下一付铁制的镣铐，先把左手铐上，接着双手扭到后背，只听咯嚓一声轻响，芙萝雅把自己的一双手紧紧铐在了身后，又缓步走了进来，站在囚室内的众人中间。

「现在我再给你们一个机会：我不用手，你们一起上吧，尽管来试试有没有可能打倒我。」看着芙萝雅自缚双手，众人的信心又增加了起来，连身上刚被狠揍的地方似乎都不那幺痛了。几个囚犯蓦的冲上，对着芙萝雅猛扑了过去。面对迎面冲来的囚犯，芙萝雅腰身一扭，左脚撑地，修长的右腿高高抬起，带着一道淡淡的影子弹了出去，瞬间横扫过他们的咽喉。

With several screams, the charging prisoners were sent flying backward. Then, her right leg, which had swept halfway around her waist, snapped back sharply, extending to the side like lightning. A prisoner charging at her from the right, fist raised, was kicked in the stomach and staggered backward to the ground. Floria's leg strike, sweep, and kick, her retraction, were all executed with fluid, seamless grace. In the blink of an eye, four prisoners lay on the ground, unable to get up.

The burly man who had been the first to be kicked down stood behind Floria, witnessing her cleanly and efficiently deal with so many people using only one leg. His shock was palpable. Floria twisted her waist and kicked, her alluring figure and perfect curves displayed before him with every movement. Looking at Floria's back, the burly man suddenly felt his mouth go dry.

The burly man winked at the remaining three prisoners opposite him. His companions nodded knowingly, then suddenly roared and pounced on Floria. Floria smiled coldly, her right leg flying out and instantly kicking each of them in the chin. Before the three could fall backward, Floria leaned forward, her outstretched leg swiftly retracting, hooking back at the burly man who had silently attacked from behind. The

burly man seemed to have been prepared, diving to the ground early, but he just dodged Floria's counter-kick. The burly man lay on the ground, stretching out his hands and grabbing her standing legs. With a cry of surprise, Floria lost her balance and fell forward. The burly man pressed his advantage, wrapping his arms around her legs and tightly binding them.

Although Floria was highly skilled in martial arts, her hands were already cuffed, and in terms of strength alone, she was clearly no match for the burly man. Lying on the ground, she struggled desperately, trying to break free of her bound arms. The burly man merely bent one arm to hold her slender legs, easily preventing Flora from escaping. Her

long, shapely legs struggled violently in his grasp, their softness incredibly alluring. The warmth emanating from her body in his arms ignited his lust, and he became erect.

"Let me go!"

Flora writhed, her tight-fitting skirt being lifted, revealing her rounded buttocks, barely contained by her narrow white panties, which swayed and bounced before the burly man's eyes. Seeing this stimulating sight, the burly man could no longer restrain himself. He reached out and ripped the skirt apart with a sharp tearing sound, revealing the princess's smooth, white back to the air.

"Ah! What are you doing? Let go!" Turning around to look at the burly man, Floria's face showed panic, and her body twisted even more violently. "Desecrating a princess is an unforgivable crime punishable by death. Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?" "Hehe, trying to scare me with this? Which of us brothers hasn't committed several capital offenses? What's one more?" The burly man grinned, reached out and grabbed Floria's pert buttocks, kneading them vigorously, while calling to his accomplices: "Damn it, a princess actually came to us herself. We might as well have some fun. Brothers, don't miss out today!" "That's right! We brothers were just waiting to die here, and now we get to play with a princess. This is really worth it. Everyone, go for it and fuck her!" "Haha" and "hehe" lewd laughter rang out in the cell. The men walked up to her, and amidst Floria's screams, more than a dozen hands touched all over her body, wantonly ravaging her.

"Let go, let go of me! You filthy trash..."

Ignoring Floria's loud cries, the group lifted her up in the blink of an eye. Her legs and shoulders were gripped tightly, rendering her immobile. Her clothes were torn to shreds, even her underwear was ripped off. Floria screamed, tears welling in her eyes, her snow-white body exposed naked to the gazes of the crowd, twisting and dodging the hands that moved around her. This sight only fueled the lust of the group, and their actions became even more intense.

"This little girl's flesh is so supple, better than all the women I've ever been with combined!" "Of course, this woman is a princess...tsk tsk, look at these breasts, they feel so good to squeeze, so white and soft..." After struggling for a long time, Floria gradually became weak and powerless, her head lowered, softly sobbing. A rough hand reached between Floria's legs, caressing and rubbing her pink clitoris; the clitoris quickly became engorged and swollen, protruding. Waves of pleasure spread from below, reaching every part of her body that was being played with. A faint blush rose on Flora's face, which was glistening with tears of pain, and a thin, sticky liquid slowly slid down between her thighs.

"Ha, this little chick's pretty horny, she's already wet!"

The vicious words made Flora blush with shame. She desperately tried to close her legs, but they were held tightly, making it impossible.

"Damn it, I can't hold back anymore!"

The burly man ripped off his belt, his pants fell down, revealing a huge, erect penis. He walked up to Flora, his fingers briefly parting her soft labia, and thrusting it in hard.

"Ah! No…"

A piercing scream rang out as Flora opened her mouth and cried out in agony, two streams of tears rolling down her cheeks. The screams only fueled the burly man's excitement. He gripped Floria's slender waist and thrust forward forcefully, penetrating deeply into her cervix. He then began a violent series of thrusts.

Floria trembled violently as each thrust slammed against the narrow opening of her cervix, causing her to involuntarily jolt upwards. Her delicate inner walls bulged, tightly enveloping the thick penis, leaving no room for anything else. With each in-and-out motion, the rough ridges of the penis squeezed and pulled at the soft, intricate folds of her vagina, pressing them together before separating them again.

"It's so disloyal of you to enjoy it all by yourself! Damn it, we all get to enjoy it!" Envious of the burly man's pleasure, one of his accomplices angrily pulled down his pants, walked behind Floria, forcefully spread her firm buttocks, and thrust inside her.

"Ah..." Flora's high-pitched cry echoed through the dungeon as a massive glans was brutally shoved into her narrow anus, stretching her anus into a thin white line. Ignoring the lack of lubrication, with a forceful squeeze, the entire penis slid in.

Two hot penises filled her body, thrusting in and out of her orifices, shattering Flora's reason time and again. Intense pleasure spread throughout her body like an electric shock, crashing against her mind like massive waves. Flora's eyes gradually became hazy, her lips slightly parted, her chest heaving rapidly, her pert breasts trembling with each thrust. The thrusting became faster and faster, and Flora gently twisted her hips, unconsciously cooperating.

"See? I told you, this princess is a slut, we have to fuck her hard to get the satisfaction!" The burly man grabbed Floria's long golden hair, pulled her head close, and opened his mouth wide to suckle her lips. He sucked hard on Floria's full lips, his tongue roughly plunging in, rolling and licking wantonly inside her mouth; the strong stench almost made Floria faint. Her accomplice behind her wasn't to be outdone, reaching out to grab Floria's breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully. Her soft breasts deformed violently in his hands, the nipples flushed red, but quickly hardened and became erect in the air.

The two men thrust harder and harder, clearly feeling the shape and movement of each other's penises through the thin inner walls. This intense stimulation made them, who had been deprived of sex in the dungeon for so long, unable to hold on any longer. With a low growl, both men went limp and ejaculated. Hot semen surged into her uterus and intestines, then poured out again in an instant, causing Floria to tremble all over and let out a soft moan.

The others, already itching for sex, could no longer restrain themselves and immediately replaced her, this time with three men. They forced Flora to the ground, two men on top of her inserting their penises into her vagina and began to move. The man standing in front of Flora pried open her mouth, shoving his filthy penis inside, and then began to thrust violently.

The penises took turns entering and exiting her body, continuously ravaging Flora's body, and a lewd atmosphere filled the cell. Flora's hot body trembled violently from the thrusting, her face flushed with excitement, her breath coming in gasps, and she moaned softly. The remaining semen and vaginal fluid in her lower body and intestines churned and foamed with each thrust, making a squelching sound.

The three men soon couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated with groans; the one who ejaculated into her mouth ejaculated a particularly large amount, and Flora couldn't swallow it all at once. White semen overflowed from the corners of her mouth, dripping slowly down her chin to the ground. Immediately, three more people took their place, starting a new wave. Flora's face and body were covered in semen, but she still seemed unsatisfied. She reached to the sides, grabbed two waiting penises, and began to stroke them up and down, her swaying hips twisting back and forth, joyfully welcoming the attack from both sides.

With each shift, soon every prisoner had been defiled. Floria sat reclining on the floor, stained with semen and filth, her face flushed with pleasure after her orgasm. She lingered, her tongue licking the white semen around her lips.

"You guys made me feel so good, let's do it again." Her

soft, seductive words immediately aroused the men's lust. Amidst chuckles, the prisoners surrounded her again… "Heh, you little slut, you're really fucking hot, but we like it this way!" Grabbing Floria's body, a new round of rape began.

The torches on the wall flickered, casting an uncertain light. Inside the cell, a snow-white, alluring body was surrounded, writhing and emitting beautiful moans that echoed in the dim dungeon… At dawn, in the rear of the Atlas Palace, in the princess's bedroom, two maids approached the magnificent bed and softly called out.

"Princess Floria, it's time to get up."

"Ah..." Floria, who had enjoyed a good night's sleep, was awakened. She lazily yawned, then got up. "I slept really well last night..." She sat down at her dressing table, with maids standing beside her, bustling around to help her with her grooming.

"Knock knock," a polite knock sounded softly at the door.

"Come in!"

A tall, thin man walked in, dressed in a crisp uniform of a high-ranking officer in the Imperial Guard. His square face was expressionless, exuding a resolute air.

After gesturing, two maids immediately left, closing the door behind them. Flora, holding a comb, gently smoothed her beautiful long golden hair, casually asking, "Is it all taken care of?" "Yes, Your Highness, those people have been dealt with." "Hmm, well done. Go and see when you have another chance to go." "Yes, Your Highness. However…" The officer looked up, opened his mouth, hesitated, and continued, "This kind of thing is far too dangerous. After Your Highness went in last night, I was constantly worried about your safety. If anything had happened, I would have been beyond redemption. And Your Highness did this without His Majesty and the Queen's knowledge…" "Alright, alright…" Flora waved her hand, interrupting the officer, and turned to smile, saying,

"Greet, I know your loyalty, but for me, it's precisely because it's dangerous that it's exciting. You've already advised me many times, so there's no need to persuade me again. I know what I'm doing." "Yes, Your Highness…" Greet hesitated, lowered his head, and sighed inwardly.

"Oh, right, that thing I asked you to do last time needs to be done quickly, the deadline is approaching." Having combed her long hair, Floria turned and stood up, walking to the balcony outside the room. She leaned on the railing, breathing in the fresh morning air as the sun rose, a blissful smile on her face.

"Byron is indeed most beautiful in the morning, but such beautiful moments are rare..." At the far end of the vast continent of Miratia, on a distant overseas island, a fierce wind was blowing and the waves were surging. Streaks of lightning flashed across the island, and thunder roared, its sound spreading far into the sky.

In the center of the island was a wide valley, where a figure stood, facing off against three others side by side.

Lightning bolts, like giant swords, pierced the sky with overwhelming force, relentlessly striking him. The figure was enveloped in a faint protective shield, struggling to defend himself. The shield meandered and shimmered with rainbow-like light—a level nine defensive spell: Rainbow Orb.

The three black-robed figures opposite him chanted incessantly, their fingers pointing, guiding bolt after bolt of lightning to strike. Each time a bolt struck the Rainbow Orb's shield, the figure trembled violently, clearly struggling greatly.

In the midst of his struggle, the figure suddenly roared, "You bastards of the Holy See! I've already retreated to this far place, living a life of peace, why must you be so ruthless?" His words were filled with rage.

"Salvador, you are indeed formidable, enduring over a hundred bolts of lightning!" The black-robed figure on the right said coldly. "As a necromancer, you have used necromancy extensively to poison living beings; your crimes deserve death! Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, our temple's mage order will come to eliminate you!" "What a joke! Which mage doesn't know a few necromancy spells? Is that even a valid reason?" Veins bulged on Salvador's neck, his face full of mockery. "Your church is delusional about ruling the continent, which is why you desperately suppress heretics and eliminate those who do not submit to you. Isn't that your true intention?" "Hmph, whatever your reason, Salvador, you won't escape today." The black-robed figure on the left raised his hand, and a spear radiating a dazzling milky-white light appeared in the air. With a flick of his wrist, the spear left a white trail of light and shot towards Salvador like an arrow.

"Abane, you think you can kill me?"

The lightning continued to strike, but Salvador, focused solely on his defense, didn't even glance at the incoming spear. The spear tip pierced his body, instantly passing through him and leaving a gaping hole in his chest. In a flash, the wound miraculously contracted and healed, becoming perfectly intact again. The damage from the spear's piercing and the intense holy light attached to it seemed to have no effect on him.

"This…this is divine power!" The black-robed man who had released the spear gasped, staring blankly at Salvador's chest, his face pale.

"It truly is divine power. I never imagined his magic was this strong…" The middle black-robed man, who had remained silent, nodded, his expression grave, but he quietly sighed.

"Fortunately, it's only the most basic form of divine power…no wonder His Holiness the Pope taught us that before we set off; he truly had foresight." The black-robed man on the right said thankfully.

"It seems we have no choice but to use it, so... let's use it." Before the man on the right could offer more praise for the Pope's wisdom, the black-robed man in the middle gestured to his left and right to begin. The two men placed their palms on the black-robed man's back, and instantly, two powerful streams of magic surged into his body. The black-robed man drew complex symbols in the air with his fingers, then suddenly pointed forward.

"The Lord says, those who do not believe in Him will not be saved!"

With these solemn words, the seemingly silent finger strike unleashed earth-shattering power. White clouds appeared in the dark sky, rapidly churning and surging together. Centered on El Salvador, the space within a radius of several dozen meters instantly distorted, and everything within became blurry and uncertain.

"The Lord says, those who disobey Him will fall into hell!"

The black-robed man seemed to radiate a holy light. With another flick of his finger, Salvador cried out in agony, struggling to his knees. The light from the rainbow orb vanished, his body began to age rapidly, his hair turned white, and his once healthy face was instantly covered with wrinkles. His divine power had vanished without a trace.

Melodious hymns poured down from the sky, growing louder and louder, gradually resounding throughout the entire island.

"All is under the Lord's loving protection! Conquer the heretics!"

A loud shout rang out, and a finger pointed at Salvador. A dazzling white light shot down from the clouds, illuminating Salvador. Enveloped in the blinding white light, Salvador's body trembled violently. As the light intensified, a scream rang out, followed by a massive explosion that shook the entire island. With a deafening roar, the valley was shattered into pieces, and clouds of dust billowed into the sky, while large chunks of rock and soil flew into the air and then scattered and fell back down.

The three black-robed figures stood still, not dodging. The barrage of rocks crashing down from the mountainside was blocked by their domain, turning to dust and remaining outside. Staring intently at the distant sky, the two behind suddenly turned pale, their bodies going limp as they collapsed to the ground. "I didn't expect Salvador to be so strong! Even the Trinity Prophecy spell managed to let him escape! Whew, my magic is completely depleted..." "It's alright, Salvador is just clinging to life now. His soul is shattered; he won't last much longer," the leading black-robed figure replied softly. Suddenly, his figure blurred, and he leaped into the air like a shooting star, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a voice that echoed far away: "I'm going after Salvador now and finish him off completely. You two, once you recover, return to Sepuluye and report. You don't need to follow." *** *** At the Byron Palace, the capital of the Atlas Kingdom.

Floria was having breakfast with His Majesty Teklin and Queen Miev. Several waiters stood to one side, occasionally approaching to serve the three tea and water with practiced elegance.

His Majesty Tyklin was nearly sixty years old, dressed casually, yet still looked remarkably spry. As he spread cheese on his bread with a knife and fork, Tecklin casually asked, "Floya, I heard you've been learning martial arts lately?" "Yes, Father, I've suddenly become interested in it, so I've been practicing a bit more." "If you're interested, that's fine, but I don't approve of learning too much. As a princess, it's easy to be laughed at for always using knives and guns." Tecklin took a bite of his bread, then put it down again. "If you really want to learn something for self-defense, you might as well learn magic. There are plenty of magicians in the palace... But you don't seem to like it, do you?" "Yes, martial arts are too easy to get injured. I remember when your second brother practiced swordsmanship, he always came back with bruises and swelling every few days. It was worrying." Hearing this, Queen Miev chimed in with a word of advice, handing Florya a plate of fruit salad.

"No, don't worry, I'll be very careful." Flora took the salad, thanked them, and said, "My political and military studies with Teacher Namford ended six months ago. Seeing how hard my father has worked all these years, I've always wanted to mature quickly and share your burdens like my older brothers." "That's right, the children of the Amarkel family are all ambitious!" Teklin put down the bread and smiled. "Over the years, your eldest brother has assisted in government affairs, and your second brother has fought hard on the front lines—both have made outstanding contributions. Even though you're a girl, it's good that you have this aspiration." "Hey, we can't let the royal families of the surrounding kingdoms look down on us." Flora smiled and agreed, just about to speak, when a guard entered, bowed to Teklin, and said, "Your Majesty, Bishop Hippo has arrived and is waiting for your audience in the small hall." "This fellow is here?" Teklin's smile vanished, his gentle gaze turning sharp. He was silent for a moment, then relaxed, raised his head, and ordered, "...Never mind, tell Bishop Hippo I'll go see him immediately. Grimm, prepare my changing clothes!" An elderly man with gray hair beside him quickly bowed and agreed, then went out with the guard.

"What a spoilsport..." Teklin muttered to himself, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. He stood up and said to Miev and Floria, "You two continue eating here. I'll go see the guests first." Miev reached out and gently grasped Teklin's palm, her eyes filled with worry. "Your Majesty, although I don't understand politics, everyone knows that the Papacy's power is not what it used to be. Please try to handle this calmly and peacefully, and don't cause such a big commotion with the bishop like last time." Patting Miev's hand, Teklin smiled calmly and replied, "My dear, don't worry, I know how to handle it." He leaned down and kissed her cheek before turning and leaving.

"The Papacy?" As soon as Teclin left, Floria immediately turned around and asked in confusion, "Mother, what was that incident between Father and the bishop? I don't know anything about it." "I'm not entirely sure myself, but it seems to be about opening a new diocese and donations. Your father got very angry, and I heard he almost kicked Bishop Hippo out on the spot..." "Hmph, that Bishop Hippo is all fat and has a cunning look on his face. You can tell he's not a good person at first glance." Floria sipped her milk and said resentfully, "Our Kingdom of Atlas has been burdened with war for the past few years, and the taxes are already heavy enough. The Papacy does nothing but ask for money. It's really..." "Greed is insatiable! Father's decision to send him away is absolutely right!" "Don't talk nonsense. What do you, a girl, know?" Queen Miev frowned slightly, stopping Flora from speaking. Looking at her pouting lips, she sighed and softened her voice, "My child, many things are not as simple as they seem. You are still young. You have only learned the theory of these things and are far from being able to put them into practice. When you are older and start to participate in politics, you will understand the complexity and intricacies involved." "I'm not young anymore. I'm seventeen this year." Flora's serious expression made Queen Miev smile slightly.

"Yes, our Flora has grown up and become beautiful." Queen Miev, smiling, gently patted Flora's rosy cheeks. Suddenly, she remembered something: "Didn't you love playing with your second brother when you were little? His Majesty just issued a decree summoning him back to Byron. You two will be able to see each other soon." "Really?" Flora stood up excitedly, her clear eyes shining with joy. "I'm so happy! My second brother and I haven't seen each other for four years. I never thought he'd be coming back." "Happy as you are, you still need to finish your meal." Queen Miev smiled and gestured for Flora to sit down, continuing her unfinished breakfast.

"Sigh, that's why it's so much happier when you don't know anything. Now that I'm older, there are so many rules and restrictions on everything I do. It's so troublesome." Flora, holding a cup of tea, sat on an old oak chair and sighed. Across the table, an elderly man with snow-white hair sat opposite her, wearing a loose, old gray robe, listening to her complaints with a smile, yet remaining silent.

This was a secret chamber at the top of the Astrological Tower, filled with books and various instruments. Flora's teacher, Namford, was also a court magician, so the kingdom had built this towering building for him outside Byron for magical experiments and divination. Flora came here to receive Namford's instruction for each class, and over time, she became accustomed to confiding in her teacher, their teacher-student relationship growing increasingly close.

Seeing the dejected Floria, Namford's wrinkled face smoothed out, and he asked with a smile, "So, my lord, are you disgusted with your identity?" "Not quite..." Floria denied the question, looking up at the dark roof with a somewhat blank expression. "All I want is for my family to live peacefully and happily. As for myself, it would be nice to go out and adventure. But since I was born into royalty, many things are not my own choice... Not to mention royalty, even poor children from mountain families have to learn to help adults hunt and herd livestock." "Well... being a 'vase princess' who knows nothing and cares about nothing only happens in stories..." "People are bound by worldly rules. No one can completely do whatever they want." After a moment of contemplation, Namford turned to Flora with a smile, offering her guidance. "Even your father, who holds all the power in the kingdom, has many worries. I'm sure Your Highness understands this well. Although power can help you achieve your desires, but..." Before he could finish, Namford suddenly stopped, tilting his head as if listening intently to something.

"What's wrong, teacher?" Flora asked, noticing Namford's strange movement.

"It seems like something is moving this way at high speed..." Namford murmured, standing up and looking out the window.

"Really! What is it?" Flora exclaimed in surprise, standing up as well and looking out the window. The sky was a clear blue, dotted with a few white clouds, seemingly nothing unusual. Just then, a very thin white line appeared on the distant horizon, shooting towards the Astrology Tower. The line moved incredibly fast, crossing half the sky in the blink of an eye, reaching the top of the tower, but then its trajectory suddenly changed, falling back down like a parabola.

"This...this is?"

Floria stared in disbelief as the white line drew closer and thicker, speechless. The white line, accompanied by a whistling sound that grew louder and louder, was about to reach her, its roar becoming deafening. Namford's face grew increasingly pale, and he suddenly roared, "Your Highness, get out of the way! It's someone from the Sanctuary!" Namford waved his right hand, and an invisible force struck, sending Floria flying backward, slamming against the wall. Her left hand instantly formed several gestures, the defensive spell "Anti-Magic Field" completed, a faint blue light shield covering her body. At the same moment, a deafening explosion ripped through the ceiling, and a huge white sphere of light, accompanied by a piercing whistle, crashed down, slamming into Namford's head.

With a loud bang, the protective shield couldn't withstand the immense force and shattered into pieces, creating a blue ripple throughout the room. The powerful impact slammed into Namford, producing several loud cracking sounds. The wooden floorboards couldn't withstand the pressure, splitting open with a large hole. With a scream, Namford was knocked down.

"Ah...it hurts...what happened?"

Flora fell unconscious in a corner, only regaining consciousness after a while. Rubbing her still throbbing head, Flora stood up and saw bookshelves and various utensils scattered all over the floor. A large, dark hole had appeared in the center of the floor, and Namford was nowhere to be seen. She immediately panicked.

"Teacher! Teacher Namford! Where are you?"

"Ugh..."

A soft groan came from behind. Floria carefully followed the sound, bypassing the large hole in the floor. Behind the overturned bookshelf, a person covered in black lay on the ground, their white hair disheveled, their face contorted with wrinkles, seemingly in great pain; what was most horrifying was that the person's lower body was completely gone.

"Ah..." Upon seeing this, Floria cried out in fright, took two steps back, and stammered for a long time before finally asking, "You... who are you?"

(II) Unexpected Fortune
A melodious, trembling female voice broke the last vestige of tranquility. Salvador slowly turned his cloudy yellow eyes and opened them, examining the figure before him. A noble girl... Hmm, judging from her clothes, she might be a princess from some kingdom... Salvador thought to himself, and opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Where...where am I?"

Seeing half a body speak, Flora grew bolder. Realizing what was happening, she looked up at the large hole in the ceiling and realized that the white line flying from the sky was most likely this person. A whole host of questions immediately popped into her head.

"This is the Astrological Tower outside Byron...How did you get here? Did you fall from the sky? And where is my teacher, Namford?"

"Byron...so I've come to such a faraway place..." Salvador muttered to himself. After being hit, he struggled to escape, fleeing desperately all the way. In his unconscious state, he saw a tall target and could no longer hold on, falling down. He never expected to have arrived thousands of miles away, in the Kingdom of Atlas of the Sien Alliance.

"There's no time left... I was just one step away from becoming a god, but the Holy See knocked me down. My life's dream has vanished like water. I hate it so much... Is all my extraordinary abilities going to disappear like smoke...? I never imagined that in my final moments, I would be with such a delicate little girl... Is this fate?

It seems I'll have to entrust my wish to her..."

His soul shattered into pieces, slowly disappearing without a trace; waves of intense pain surged through him as he felt the immense magical power gradually dissolving and leaving his body. Salvador struggled to lift his charred and cracked arm and slowly said, "Child... can you lend me a hand?"

Floria hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grasped Salvador's hand, which was now almost entirely bone.

Although she didn't know the reason, even an idiot could see that the old man was about to die. Looking at his broken body, which even a high-ranking priest couldn't restore, Floria's heart was filled with pity. She softly asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Salvador's expression suddenly changed, his eyes shooting out a bright light. With a loud shout, Floria immediately felt a tremendous force, like a surging wave, pass through her palm. Wherever it reached, intense pain seemed to burn in a furnace of hell. Floria's body went limp, and she trembled as she involuntarily knelt down.

"Ah! You..."

Before she could utter a loud curse, the wave roared into her brain. Floria felt a loud bang, as if something in her mind had shattered. Then, a dizzying sensation, as if thousands of silver needles were piercing her, followed by a sudden collapse and fainting.

Salvador gripped Floria's hand tightly, his surging magic continuously transforming her body. A sea of power flooded the depths of her brain, gradually forming a chaotic core within. The turbulent waves subsided, drawn in and beginning to circulate around the core.

"Heh... a little girl whose name I don't even know... because of me... your life will take a different path from now on... what I couldn't do... I hope you can accomplish..." The magic flowing from his arm dwindled, and Salvador could no longer control the speed at which his soul vanished. The light in his eyes dimmed, and his body began to decay rapidly, turning to ashes and disappearing. Rapid

footsteps sounded, and with a bang, the door to the secret chamber was pushed open. Gretel, leading several guards, rushed in, utterly horrified by the scene before him.

"Your Highness, Your Highness! What happened?"

Gret rushed to Flora's side, bent down to check her breathing, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He turned and shouted, "The princess is alive! Escort her back to the palace immediately, and notify the royal physician to come right away!" Picking up the unconscious Flora, the group hurriedly escorted her out of the room, but no one looked up. At that moment, a thin white line streaked across the sky and slowly stopped above the Astrological Tower.

A black robe flipped back, revealing a gaunt face. The person stood high in the sky, gazing at the Astrological Tower, a look of profound loss on their face.

"What can I say, my friend... Twenty years of friendship, gone just like that... Thinking about what you've done, you haven't lived in vain..."

Noticing the guard leaving the room, the black-robed man's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at him:

"Hmm, this girl..."

Just as he was about to examine her more closely, a yellow light flashed in the distance. Sensing the magical fluctuations within, the black-robed man paused, his figure flickering as he turned and flew towards the spot, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving only a thin white line in the sky.

Meanwhile, in the palace, Teklin, who was handling state affairs, was suddenly alarmed to hear of his daughter's accident. When he arrived at Floria's bedchamber, the royal physician had already begun his examination. Queen Miev, pale-faced, sat anxiously to the side. Seeing Teklin enter, the queen rushed forward, her eyes reddening, and she sobbed softly on his shoulder.

"Oh...our poor child..."

Gently patting Miev's back, Teklin turned to ask, "Dr. Wilby, how is Floria?"

The royal physician by the bedside turned and bowed, replying, "Your Majesty, Princess Floria has no injuries. I have examined her and everything is normal. It's probably just a temporary coma; she should be fine after some rest."

Teklin stepped forward to examine her closely. Floria lay motionless on the bed, her chest rising and falling slowly with gentle breathing, seemingly in a deep sleep. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to comfort Miev, "Did you hear what Wilby said? Don't worry, Floria is alright..." Glancing at Gretel standing nearby, Teklin frowned and asked, "Explain yourself clearly, what exactly happened?"

"Your Majesty, because the area around the Astrology Tower is off-limits, I wait at the foot of the mountain for Her Highness to attend her classes. Everything was normal today until around 10 o'clock when I suddenly heard a loud bang and realized there seemed to be an explosion at the top of the Astrology Tower. I rushed over with my men. We found Master Namford severely injured at the bottom of the tower. It seemed as if something had pierced through the tower from top to bottom. When I reached the secret chamber at the top, I only saw Princess Floria lying unconscious on the ground, with no one else around. That's roughly what happened."

"This… what is this?" Teklin could no longer contain his anger, his roar echoing through the room: "Did a rock fall from the sky, hit the Astrology Tower, knock out my daughter, and injure Namford? Is this the truth you wanted to tell me?"

"This humble servant wouldn't dare!" Grete bowed deeply, kneeling on one knee. "I wouldn't presume to know what I didn't witness. However, it was indeed my fault that His Highness was injured due to inadequate protection. Please punish me, Your Majesty!" "What a fine 'wouldn't dare to presume'!" Teklin's finger trembled as he pointed at Grete, clearly furious. "What use is such an incompetent guard? Get out of here and go to the Imperial Guard Court to be…" Teklin suddenly stopped, glanced at the Queen in his arms, and turned back to continue, "…go…go into confinement for a week. Think it over!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Grete stood up obediently, bowed, and turned to leave, his voice unchanged.

Teklin sighed, sat down against the bed, and vigorously rubbed his temples. Queen Miev waved for the others to leave, then turned around and gently placed her hands on Teklin's shoulders, giving him a tender massage.

"What's wrong? Did you have another disagreement with Bishop Hippo?"

The gentle words soothed Teklin's anger, and his mood gradually calmed down. Patting the Queen's hand, Teklin's tone was somewhat dejected: "Sigh, decades have passed, and I still can't shake the fiery temper left from my military days..."

"Hmph, good to know. Those who follow you have suffered a lot because of it." A hint of reproach in her voice, yet her hands gently combed Teklin's graying hair.

Teklin shook his head with a wry smile, opened his eyes, and slowly said, "The Church of Light's ambitions are growing ever larger. In the Sain Alliance, five out of seven countries have already completely renounced their allegiance to the Church. If this continues

, it will be difficult to break free from the Church's control..." "My Majesty, whatever decision you make, your concubine and children will fully support you." "Hehe, don't worry. We've overcome this with thousands of troops back then. Your husband is not incompetent." The encouraging words made Teklin smile with relief, but the worry in his eyes remained.

No one expected that Flora would remain unconscious for three days, only waking up in the middle of the fourth night.

Lying quietly in bed, Flora closed her eyes, fragments of Salvador's memories flowing through her mind.

Accompanying the massive transfer of magical power were numerous spells, incantations, Salvador's understanding and innovative theories of advanced necromancy, and various fragments of his life's memories. Although many parts were missing due to the fragmentation of his soul during the transfer, the sheer volume was overwhelming. Flora could barely handle it, lying there until nearly dawn before she could even skim through it.

Feeling the surging magical energy within her like a boundless ocean, Flora slowly sat up, opened her eyes, her gaze bright and clear, looking at the faintly brightening sky outside the window, and smiled softly.

"Necromantic magic...that's really exciting..."

Ignoring everyone's astonishment, Flora, upon waking, spent two days engrossed in the top floor of the Astrological Tower, voraciously devouring the magic books she had previously scorned. She even managed to visit her teacher, Namford, twice, who was still unconscious and suffering from multiple fractures.

When her father questioned her, Flora clapped her hands and smiled, replying, "Yes, just like Gretel said, I only saw a large rock fall, and then I knew nothing more." With that, she continued towards the Astrological Tower, leaving His Majesty Teklin staring blankly.

Salvador's memories were mostly of the most advanced spells and theories, while Flora was completely ignorant of magic; those memories were simply a jumble of incomprehensible things. Possessing a vast treasure yet unable to tap into it was the greatest frustration. Unwilling to reveal this secret, Flora had no choice but to solve the problem herself by consulting books.

Most of Namford's books weren't introductory spellbooks, and searching through the bookshelves of the secret room without a teacher was incredibly painful. Two days passed quickly, and Floria, engrossed in her studies, finally felt she had grasped the most basic concepts of magic. With time for detailed practice, Floria discovered her eyesight, hearing, smell, and even touch had become incredibly sharp. However, she found herself increasingly unable to control her body, and much of the agility she had gained from martial arts training seemed to have disappeared. The immense magical power she had inherited also brought a strange problem: her body had become a hundred times more sensitive than before… In any case, Floria stood in the center of the hastily repaired secret room, excitedly preparing to test her first spell.

"The incantation for the energy blast is..."

Flora held the book in her left hand, reading and reciting as she went, while her right hand traced symbols in the air. "Great God of Abyss, grant me, this lowly being, power..."

Driven by the incantation, the magic power within her surged, rushing to her finger like a tidal wave. With a whoosh, a white energy blast the size of a washbasin appeared at her fingertip, swaying and spinning slightly.

"Ah! What a huge energy blast... Wait, this thing looks so dangerous, how am I supposed to throw it?" Caught off guard, Flora was startled. In her amazement, she quickly turned her head to continue reading the incantation, then suddenly let out a scream: "No way, what kind of lousy book is this? It doesn't even have the incantation written in it?" Her finger trembled involuntarily, and with a loud boom, the enormous energy blast exploded. The white shockwave reverberated throughout the room, instantly filling it with smoke. Bookshelves and various utensils were blasted to pieces, and shattered pages fluttered in the air, falling like snowflakes.

"Such powerful strength..."

"Huh, 'An Overview of Necromancy in Northern Paconti'... Haha, I've finally found something good!" Flora excitedly sat cross-legged on the ground, eagerly flipping through the pages.

This booklet was written by Namford himself. In his youth, he had traveled through the Paconti Empire and encountered some local necromancers, recording many low-level necromancy spells. For necromancers who hadn't yet entered the field, it was indeed a decent beginner's guide. Flora focused intently on the book, slowly turning the pages. As time passed, this simple notebook finally led her into the world of magic.

"Magic power is only the foundation for casting spells. The higher the level of magic, the stronger the magic power required, and the more powerful the mental strength needed for complex manipulation and control... It seems that what I urgently need is to strengthen my mental cultivation."

Closing the notebook, Flora closed her eyes, lines of incantations flashing through her mind, and slowly, a smile appeared on her lips.

Silver moonlight streamed through the window, softly bathing the room. Looking up at the sky, Floria was startled:

"Time flies! It's so late already. I must hurry back to the palace!" She hastily stood up, glanced at the notebook in her hand, hesitated for a moment, then put it back in the corner, turned, and went out the door.

Late at night, in the outskirts of Byron.

A winding path passed before her, leading to a desolate hill in the distance.

Soon, the sound of hooves and carriage wheels came from the end of the path. A carriage approached and stopped at the foot of the hill. The driver turned and said, "Your Highness, this is the mass grave." A slender figure in a long white dress jumped down, looked around, and the bright moonlight illuminated her face—it was Floria.

"Greet, is that the hill over there? I can't see a single grave." Greet smiled slightly. "This is where condemned prisoners and vagrants abandon their bodies. Of course, no one would be kind enough to dig up graves and bury them."

"Oh..." Flora responded casually, then turned and instructed, "You stay here. If anyone passes by, stop them. Also, no matter what happens up there, don't go up... Understand?"

Greet hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Your Highness... although I shouldn't interfere with what you're doing, going to a place like this at night is a bit dangerous. What if there's something unclean...? I suggest I accompany you up, or perhaps bring a priest of light." "Don't worry. I might have been very scared before; but from today onwards, I'm definitely one of the least afraid people." With a sweet smile, Flora turned and slowly walked up the path.

"Ugh...I feel like throwing up...It stinks so bad."

As soon as she stepped onto the hill, Floria was hit by a strong stench of corpses mixed with other strange smells.

It was early winter, and the cold temperature absorbed a considerable amount of the stench, but it was still unbearable for the princess. All around her were piles of bones and corpses, some new, some old, their numbers unknown.

"No wonder no one wants to be a necromancer. If it's always this smelly, who can stand it...Luckily, I was prepared." Floria took two small pieces of Chinese toon from her pocket and stuffed them into her nostrils. "Alright, let's begin the summoning."

"Great God of Abyss, I obey your will, please grant me, your humble servant." The incantation was perfectly correct, but the nasal tone made it sound somewhat comical. Floria gestured with her hands, faint blue flames surging from her palms. With a flick of her fingers, sparks flew out and landed on two mangled corpses. With an invisible roar, two corpses rose strangely, stood motionless for a moment, then moved towards Flora, slowly kneeling before her.

"Hmm... the effect is quite good." Seeing zombies for the first time, even though she knew there was no need to be afraid, she still felt a little uneasy. Flora composed herself, gradually calming her mind.

Flora was currently using "Soul Imbuement," a basic summoning spell. In short, it was giving zombies and skeletons the simplest kind of soul, using magic as energy, and manipulating their behavior with her mind. Compared to large-scale summoning spells, the zombies summoned this way had a little more intelligence and weren't completely mindless, but the mental burden was much greater.

"Hmm, I should be able to summon two more."

Flora murmured an incantation, and with a flick of her wrist, two flames flew out. In the blink of an eye, two more zombies knelt before her.

Controlling four zombies simultaneously was becoming increasingly difficult for Flora, and her mind was taut.

"Since you're intentionally training... then let's continue."

Two more flames appeared, and a third pair of zombies stood up.

"Ah... I can't take it... My head is so dizzy..."

Her mind was divided into six tightly woven threads, like steel wires that could snap at any moment. The magic power flowing through these six channels stretched and contracted, becoming unstable. Floria covered her head, trying to control the threads, but she was losing control more and more.

Suddenly, two of the wires vibrated slightly, the amplitude increasing. Suddenly, she seemed to hear a crisp snap in her mind, the threads broke, and a dizzying sensation ensued. Floria almost fell to the ground. The magic power she had been carefully maintaining suddenly became chaotic, surging towards the remaining four zombies.

With a whoosh, the third pair of zombies disintegrated into several pieces and fell. The kneeling zombies, their eyes glowing with blood-red light, silently roared as they stood up and pounced on Floria.

"What's going on... Is this out of control?"

Floria's arm was tightly gripped, a few hissing sounds rang out, and before she could react, her white dress and undergarments were torn to shreds, her naked body instantly exposed to the air.

"What are you doing?!" Flora cried out, struggling and instinctively raising her leg to kick out. Her slow, weak kick was caught by a zombie, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. The zombies pounced on her, their rotting hands grabbing her high, firm breasts and kneading them roughly. The

wanton fondling of her sensitive areas sent a strange sensation through Flora, and her strength vanished without a trace. Her dazed mind struggled to process what was happening, and she muttered to herself, "How could... there be such strange zombies?..."

One zombie bent down, opened its blood-red maw, and forcefully licked Flora's body. Its rough, festering tongue dragged across her flat, smooth abdomen, a trickle of greenish liquid dripping onto her skin. The cold temperature of the tongue gave Flora a strange stimulation, causing her to involuntarily contract her abdomen and tremble slightly as she inhaled a long breath.

Another zombie bent down, forcefully spreading Flora's legs, instantly revealing her pink genitals.

He reached out and caressed her for a while, parted her tender labia, and with a thrust, his thick penis slid inside. He lifted Flora's rounded buttocks and began to pump violently.

Although the zombie's penis was rotten in many places, it was now incredibly hard due to the abundant magical energy flowing into it.

Without the worry of normal human stamina depletion, the zombie pierced her with maximum force and speed with each thrust. The walls of her vagina, burning with excitement, tightly gripped the cold penis, as if a giant popsicle was being rapidly inserted into her. The intense sensation made Flora groan involuntarily:

"Ah...so...so stimulating..."

The zombie holding Flora's ankle seemed resentful of being occupied from the front, moving closer and reaching out to caress Flora's buttocks. Its fingers, almost entirely bony, touched her soft, tightly closed anus, and with a sudden thrust, its entire wrist was inserted. Its hand continued to probe, until its entire elbow was inside before withdrawing. Then, like the penis above, it began to thrust fiercely, each stroke penetrating deeply into her elbow.

Filled from both ends by the thick popsicle, the strangely full feeling brought Flora immense pleasure. With each insertion of the elbow, her anus was stretched into a thin white ring, the uneven arm rubbing fiercely against the pink interior, constantly stimulating Flora and gradually pushing her towards orgasm.

"Oh... harder... ah... ah..."

Flora's cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-closed, panting heavily, a trickle of love fluid flowing out with each thrust, dripping onto the ground. The last vestige of her sanity vanished, uncontrolled magic surging forth, and the zombie's movements became increasingly ferocious.

With a snap, the violently thrusting penis, unable to withstand the strain, broke off, remaining inside.

The zombie let out a silent, angry roar, thrusting its arm in, fingers spread, groping forward inside the vagina, seemingly trying to retrieve the penis.

Without the infusion of magic, the broken penis instantly turned into a pile of rotten flesh at the cervix. The zombie's clumsy fingers poked and pulled at the soft inner walls, making it impossible to remove the flesh; instead, they kept pushing the flesh past the cervix, slowly squeezing it into the uterus.

The zombie seemed to grow increasingly frenzied, its arm plunging deeper and deeper, its rough fingers moving incessantly inside her, gradually squeezing past the narrow cervix. Suddenly, there was nothing there; its entire hand had passed through the vagina and reached the uterus. The zombie's fingers lashed up and down, forcefully clawing and scraping against the inner walls, searching for the vanished penis. This unimaginable action gave Floria an unprecedented stimulation. Floria's eyes were vacant, her sensual lips parted and trembled, unable to speak. Suddenly, her whole body convulsed, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, spilling onto the floor.

The zombie seemed enraged, abruptly releasing its other hand from Flora's buttocks and manipulating her tightly bound labia, as if trying to insert that hand as well. Flora's weight suddenly shifted onto the arm inserted into her uterus.

"Ah..."

With a high-pitched scream, Flora's limbs convulsed weakly, almost dizzy from the violent impact. Her lower abdomen was stretched high, almost translucent, and the half-arm inside her was clearly visible. The zombie's hand groped around inside her uterus, the thin skin rising and falling with its movements.

Each movement brought an intense, almost unbearable pleasure. A sudden orgasm washed over her, Flora's eyes rolled back, and she trembled as she fainted. The surging magic abruptly ceased, and with a few soft splashes, the four zombies disintegrated into pieces, falling onto Flora's body and slowly sliding off.

"Ah...that was so cool..."

It took a while for Flora to gradually wake up and slowly sit up. Her white body was covered in a green, foul-smelling liquid, with bits of rotten flesh, making her look filthy. Stroking her now flat stomach, Flora's charming eyes sparkled with satisfied pleasure. While marveling at the lingering thrill of the previous stimulation, she hesitated:

"I didn't expect it to be so interesting, should we do it again?...Hmm, it seems there's still quite a bit of time..." A spell was cast, and two blue sparks shot out.

(III) The Club's Feast
In a secluded manor outside Byron, Flora sat in the empty living room, casually reading a novel, her expression absent-minded, occasionally glancing up at the door, as if waiting for something.

Steady footsteps sounded, and Gretel appeared at the door, bowing.

"Your Highness, I've brought the person you're looking for."

Flora jumped up excitedly and strode over to the princess. "Really? Grete, you're quick!

Where is she? Take me to see her!"

Leading the princess out of the living room and through the corridor, Flora immediately saw a thin girl standing nervously in the garden outside.

Approaching her, Flora reached out and lifted the girl's chin, carefully examining her face. The girl's clothes were simple, her palms calloused, and her skin was slightly rougher than Flora's. Despite these differences, their overall appearance and figure were so similar that they were almost indistinguishable.

After a moment, Flora exclaimed in surprise, "I never imagined there was someone who looked so much like me! This world is truly amazing… What's your name?"

"Doslila," the girl said shyly, her gaze shifting uncertainly towards Flora.

"Ah, what a lovely name." Floria gently stroked the girl's long hair, smiling as she asked, "Do you know who I am?"

The girl hesitated before answering, "...Are you Her Highness the Princess? This gentleman brought me here, saying that if I meet you and you are satisfied, I will receive a sum of money..." "Hehe, lovely little girl, please wait here for a while." Smiling, Floria released her hand, turned to Gretel beside her, and the two walked into the corridor and into the living room. Floria then sat down in a chair.

"This girl was found in a remote mountain village in Enoch County, living alone with her seriously ill mother; I personally drove her to Byron, and she hasn't been discovered along the way," Gretel explained in a low voice, standing nearby.

Gently shaking her fingers, Flora pondered for a moment before making her decision: "I'm quite satisfied with her, so let's use her. Tell this little girl that as long as she keeps the secret and obediently does as we say, she won't face any trouble or danger, and she'll even get money to treat her mother. However… if she accidentally spills a few words, not only the little girl, but even her mother's illness will…"

Standing up, Flora instructed, "Settle the little girl here first. Gretel, you're responsible for teaching her the necessary rules and etiquette, as well as some things she should know. Be careful not to let outsiders discover her. Well, that's about it. It's getting late, I need to return to the palace." "Yes, Your Highness, please rest assured, I will handle these matters." Gretel bowed and watched Flora's light figure disappear into the distance.

The bustling southern district of Byron

was a vibrant hub of activity, teeming with restaurants, eateries, luxury boutiques, and lavish salons. The kingdom's elite frequented this area, a veritable "noble district" where extravagant spending and glitz filled the air.

Near the city wall, on a corner, stood a small shop with a sign that read "South Wall Corner Club." Lacking any ostentatious decorations, it appeared utterly ordinary and unremarkable compared to the surrounding opulent architecture.

The club's interior was surprisingly large. After navigating through numerous rooms and corridors, in a secluded corner, Gretel sat facing a middle-aged man. The man was unremarkable in appearance, with an old, slanted scar across his right eye, giving him a menacing look. His eyes, however, were unusually sharp, darting around constantly.

"I really didn't expect that. At first, I thought I misheard." The middle-aged man chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes as he looked at Gretel. "So, sir, you're also interested in the operation of my club. It's truly an honor for me."

"Grinbard, enough with the small talk. There are two additional conditions for this shipment," Gretel said coldly, unmoved. "First, it can only be taken out for one night, and it must be returned to me first thing the next morning; second, I'll take 80% of the profits."

"Heh, only one night, yet demanding 80%? Sir, you're not joking with me, are you?" Grinbard forced a broad smile, the scar beside his eye gleaming. "Although such things aren't unprecedented, but..."

"Hmph, do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" Gretel said, standing up. "Get up, come with me to see this first, then you can decide if you want to!"

The two walked through a maze-like corridor, past several guard posts, and arrived at a row of rooms with thick iron doors. Gretel opened one of the doors, and at Gretel's prompting, Grinbard hesitantly stepped inside.

In the dark room, a slender figure, whether unconscious or asleep, was curled up on the straw floor. Wrists and feet were bound with rope, only a beautiful face vaguely visible. Grinbard picked up a torch from the doorway and examined the figure closely.

With a gasp, Greenbard dropped the torch, stumbled back two steps, and turned to stare at Gretel in horror: "This is...!"

Seeing Gretel's calm smile, Greenbard suddenly realized what was happening, his mouth agape, and he gave a thumbs-up, exclaiming, "Sir, you're truly amazing! Where did you find this? It's incredible, so incredibly lifelike!"

Gretel didn't answer, but smiled and asked, "How is it? 80%? Any problems?" "No problem, absolutely no problem!" Greenbard patted his chest confidently. "I guarantee it will cause a sensation tonight!"

"Alright, if there are no problems, I'll be going now." Gretel didn't linger, turning and leaving. "Do whatever you want with him, but remember, I'll come pick him up first thing tomorrow morning." Night fell, and the secluded "South Wall Corner Club" came alive. One after another, magnificent carriages stopped at the gate, and figures alighted, whispering among themselves for a while before going inside.

Passing through the tight security, the deepest part of the club was a large basement. In front of it was a stage-like area, where quite a few people were already gathered, some standing, some sitting. Strangely, everyone wore a paper mask, concealing their face and head.

A moment later, the exit closed, and a figure stepped onto the stage, facing the crowd—it was Greenbard.

"Ladies and gentlemen… the club's revelry tonight is about to begin. Please be patient. There are seventeen shipments this time, each more exciting than the last. And at the end, there will be a grand finale you won't want to miss! Please look forward to it!"

With that, Greenbard stepped behind a table and waved his hand. Two tall, burly men carried a bulky sack forward. Greenbard walked up, untied the ropes, and pulled down the sack, revealing a naked, snow-white body to the crowd.

"The first one is Livrosa, the only daughter of Duke Hodhek, a high-ranking nobleman from Tbilisi." A gasp rippled through the crowd as Grinbard grabbed the girl's hair and lifted her up, revealing her face to the crowd. "As you all know, six months ago, Duke Hodhek's Tbilisi army dealt a heavy blow to our alliance, and many of our soldiers died in that battle. Now that we've won the war, we've also captured his daughter. I believe many of you here harbor deep hatred for Duke Hodhek and regret not being able to avenge him, right? Just a heads-up: this noble lady is still a virgin." The girl had a beautiful face and a slender figure. Her cheeks were flushed, and she stared blankly ahead. Her arms were bound behind her back, but she showed no anger or shame in front of the crowd. She simply moaned and writhed, clearly having been given a large dose of aphrodisiac.

"Alright, let's start bidding now. The starting price is five hundred gold coins. Anyone interested?" Grinbard smiled and announced the price to the crowd below, who began to stir.

"I bid six hundred gold coins."

"I bid six hundred and fifty." "I bid seven hundred." "Eight hundred." "I bid one thousand!" "One thousand five hundred." "I bid two thousand!" "Three thousand! I'm taking this girl!"

The price quickly reached three thousand, and Grinbard looked smug, holding a small wooden hammer and gleefully looking around, shouting loudly, "Three thousand! Anyone else want to raise the price higher? Anyone?... One, two, three, sold!"

With a crisp thud, the wooden hammer slammed heavily on the small table, and Grinbard's face was full of smiles. "The first item has been successfully traded. Please go to the back to inspect it. If you're eager to begin your 'revenge plan' now, there are fully equipped private rooms available next to the hall." Amidst the laughter, Grinbard gestured for his servants to bring up a sack. The sack was opened, revealing a striking figure: a long-haired elven woman. She was completely naked, her small, pert nipples pierced with two silver iron rings, a chain threaded through them and tightly fastened to the ring on her clitoris. Her face was vacant, her eyes lifeless, and saliva dripped slowly from the gag in her mouth. Her slender, snow-white body writhed incessantly; the noble bearing of the elven race had vanished completely.

"Two months ago, the hunting party discovered an elven community in the western mountains. This beautiful woman is the leader of that community." Grinbard bent down, pinched the female elf's chin, and showed her to everyone. "Don't underestimate her, everyone. She's a master of level six battle aura, incredibly fierce. She injured several of our best fighters before we subdued her, and it took two months of training to make her what she is now. Otherwise, hehe, you probably wouldn't have even gotten close before being blasted down by her battle aura." A surprised exclamation arose from below the stage. Looking at the excited crowd, Grinbard stood up and shouted loudly:

"One elven leader, possessing level six battle aura, starting price of eight hundred gold coins. Bidding begins now!" Elven slaves are already extremely rare, a symbol of luxury for high-ranking nobles. Elven slaves with high-level combat skills are even rarer, let alone such a beautiful and charming elven leader! The crowd in the hall began to get excited, and a new round of bids was shouted out, rising higher and higher, finally being bought out for seven thousand gold coins.

Greenbard's smile deepened, and the scar on his face gleamed even brighter under the lights. As item after item was sold at increasingly higher prices, the transaction amounts grew more and more astonishing. The seated people were panting heavily, and the atmosphere was gradually reaching a climax. Several successful bidders couldn't contain themselves and took their purchased goods into a small room next door to vent their frustration.

Soon, with the last item—a vampire girl smuggled from the Paconti Empire—selling for the astronomical price of 19,000 gold coins, all seventeen items for tonight's auction were sold. Standing on the stage, Greenbard smiled at the still-entertaining crowd and announced loudly, "Tonight, our club has arranged a grand finale to entertain you all: we've secured a piece of merchandise through special channels. The owner has agreed to display it here for one night, but anyone willing to enjoy it must first pay three thousand gold coins." Someone asked in surprise, "What kind of woman costs three thousand gold coins for one night? Is her private parts made of gold?"

The crowd roared with laughter, but their curiosity was piqued, and they clamored to see what kind of merchandise could be so expensive. Greenbard smiled mysteriously, turned, and waved his hand. Several burly men carried a tall iron frame, more than a man's height, up onto the stage. A curtain covered the front of the frame, obscuring the view behind it.

"Open the curtain! Let us see what's inside!" the crowd shouted impatiently, craning their necks. Greenbard walked to the iron frame, reached out, and suddenly ripped off the curtain, revealing a flawless body handcuffed to the frame.

The crowd gasped at the sight of the fair and beautiful body, but upon seeing the girl's face, they were all shocked and stood up, their expressions filled with utter astonishment.

"Grinbard, how dare you bring the princess here!" "You dare to mess with the princess? Are you tired of living? Just slit your throat and kill yourself!" "We're doomed, Grinbard, you madman! With you dragging us into this, I'm doomed!" "Please calm down, everyone, and let me explain." Grinbard maintained his unchanging smile, extending his hands to calm the agitated nobles. "The one on stage is not the princess, but a perfect substitute found somewhere. The real princess is currently watching a dance performance at the theater not far across the street. If you don't believe me, you can check."

Hearing this, the nobles were skeptical, but they quickly calmed down: "That sounds reasonable. You don't seem like someone who's tired of living and wants to die..." Several of them immediately rushed out.

Ten minutes later, the group returned, panting heavily, and announced loudly, "Greenbard didn't lie!

Her Highness the Princess is sitting in a box at the theater right now, it's true, I saw it with my own eyes!" The nobles immediately erupted in an uproar and turned to look at the stage.

"Really?" "Is it true?" "It's too similar! I can't tell the difference at all." "Grinbard, tell me quickly, where did you find this girl?"

Grinbard smiled victoriously and asked, "Alright, now that it's confirmed, there's no problem. So, is anyone willing to pay the three thousand gold coins?" The noisy air froze for a few seconds, then suddenly erupted like a volcano:

"Yes, of course!"

"Our princess is the most beautiful woman in the alliance. Riding on the princess is something we wouldn't even dare to dream of!" "That's right, this girl looks so much like the princess, what's the difference between her and riding on the princess directly? Maybe the real princess doesn't even have such a good figure."

The nobles were excited and could no longer suppress their desires. They rushed towards the stage and surrounded Floria in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe, I wonder what the usually high and mighty princess would think if we ravaged her like this?" "Yeah, even just thinking about it is incredibly arousing." Dozens of hands roamed over Flora's body, her breasts, buttocks, and pink labia covered in palms, being vigorously rubbed and squeezed. Stimulated by so many things at once, Flora quickly became excited, her cheeks flushed, her breathing rapid, and her lower body becoming wet and dripping.

"Haha, our princess looks so noble and pure, but she's actually such a slut, getting so wet from just a little touch."

Completely absorbed, the nobles treated the girl before them as a real princess. Soon, one of them couldn't resist any longer, pulled down his pants, stood in front of Flora, aimed his penis at her parted labia, and thrust in forcefully, then began to pump vigorously.

"Mmm..."

Flora groaned comfortably, closing her eyes and enjoying the impact within her. Another man walked behind her, parted her round, firm buttocks, and forcefully shoved his penis into her narrow anus. He and the man in front began thrusting in and out with great force.

The simultaneous impact of two penises quickly propelled Flora to orgasm. With each violent thrust, the tender folds of her inner walls were torn apart, and the pink flesh of her opening was repeatedly opened and pressed in. The thin membrane between her vagina and rectum was squeezed and rubbed forcefully by the two penises, undergoing violent deformation.

"Oh...so good...harder...don't stop..." Flora moaned loudly, her body burning with heat. A trickle of vaginal fluid secreted with each thrust, flowing down her smooth, long thighs. The wetness, tightness, and pressure of the folds within her vagina soon overwhelmed the two nobles. Their bodies shuddered violently, and a large amount of hot semen gushed out, shooting into Flora's body.

Before Floria could recover, the remaining nobles impatiently replaced the two men and thrust into her, continuing their vigorous assault. With the semen left behind as ample lubrication, the two men pumped incredibly fast, the sounds of their penises slamming into Floria's body with each thrust, their shafts plunging deep inside her, causing her to tremble violently with each stroke.

"Ah...more...faster...I want each and every one of you...to fuck my entire body hard..."

Floria trembled, shaking her long golden hair violently, her face flushed red, her high breasts heaving and bouncing wildly. The surrounding nobles watched with frenzied desire, anxiously awaiting their replacements.

Soon, the two men who had replaced her couldn't hold on any longer and withdrew, their semen spurting onto Floria's waist and abdomen, staining them white. The large amount of semen that had accumulated inside her flowed down her thighs, spilling onto the ground.

The third group of nobles stepped forward and continued to ravage her mercilessly. Soon, everyone in the arena had taken Flora at least twice, and the nobles began to feel somewhat exhausted; Flora was also covered in white filth, even her flowing long hair was stained with it, and drops of it flowed down her body.

Despite having climaxed several times, Flora was still unsatisfied. She licked the remaining semen from her lips, her clear eyes appearing incredibly alluring: "Is this all I can do? You can be a little rougher with me." The nobles exchanged glances, then chuckled after a moment: "Since that's the case, don't regret it later, 'Princess'."

Low laughter echoed throughout the underground hall... "I don't know how Grinbard trained this bitch, she's so lewd, we'd really be doing ourselves a disservice if we didn't teach her a lesson." "How can you use such a filthy term as 'bitch'? This is our noble and respected Princess, hahaha!"

Muttering among themselves, the nobles found two leather whips and lashed them across Flora's body. Two crisp cracking sounds rang out, and two swollen red welts immediately appeared on Flora's snow-white chest and abdomen.

"Mmm..." Flora groaned softly, her brows furrowed slightly. It wasn't so much pain as she savored the pleasure brought by the whip marks.

The nobles continued to lash the whips, the continuous cracking sounds like rain, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of crisscrossing welts appeared on her fair body. The force of the whips made Flora sway back and forth, like a withered lotus in the wind, only preventing her from falling because her hands were tightly handcuffed to the iron frame.

"Oh... ah..."

With a few sudden, powerful swings, the whip lashed her nipples, causing her firm breasts to bounce violently. Unable to withstand the intense stimulation any longer, Flora let out a high-pitched, beautiful moan, her white teeth biting her lip tightly, her waist twisting violently, and a large amount of love fluid mixed with the remaining semen gushed out.

"Hehe, it seems our lewd princess isn't satisfied yet." Stopping the whipping, a nobleman stepped forward, caressing Floria's lower abdomen. Suddenly, a hand shoved into her vagina, vigorously rummaging around before withdrawing, his palm holding a small puddle of murky, vaginal fluid.

"Your Highness, take a good look at yourself. This is your own discharge, it's so filthy..." As he spoke, the nobleman pressed his hand against Floria's face, vigorously smearing it.

Floria stuck out her tongue, diligently licking the filth from the nobleman's hand; her pert nose, half-closed eyes, and flushed cheeks made her look incredibly alluring under the light.

"Ah...ah...I am the most lewd...the most despicable princess...please punish me severely!" "Don't worry...there will be many more acts of punishment tonight." The nobleman smiled, then inserted his arm into Floria's vagina again, forcefully pushing it in until his entire elbow was inside, his fingers touching her cervix.

Despite ample lubrication, inserting the large arm into the narrow passage was still too strenuous, simultaneously stretching the entire vaginal wall several times over. Flora tilted her head back, breathing rapidly, a thick line bulging slightly from her lower body to her abdomen.

The nobleman grinned maliciously, his fingers gripping the soft walls of her cervix, and suddenly pulled outwards with tremendous force. Flora screamed, her body plummeting downwards, only to be pulled back halfway by the iron shackles. The immense pull from both sides nearly ripped her cervix out.

"How is it? Satisfied?" the nobleman asked with a chuckle.

Gasping for breath, Floria raised her head, her crescent-shaped eyes radiating endless allure, her slightly upturned lips full of smiles. "This...this is so exciting! Please...harder..." The nobleman suddenly felt defeated, and angrily forced his hand inside, his fingers pinching the soft inner walls of her vagina, twisting with all his might. With a shrill scream from Floria, the nobleman's hand yanked out, tearing a thin strip of pale pink skin.

Floria seemed to have fallen into a semi-conscious state, her head drooping, her hair disheveled, beads of sweat rolling down her back, and blood slowly seeping out, flowing down her legs.

"Hmph, you slut, you'll have your fun now!" the nobleman said hatefully, turning and walking back to sit in his chair.

"Oh dear, you're so inexperienced with this. Watch me."

A nobleman who seemed a little older stood up, turned around and took out a number of tools from the room, placing them on the table.

Picking up a handful of gleaming silver needles, each over a centimeter long, the nobleman walked up to Flora, pinched one of the needles, and inserted it into Flora's erect breasts.

Floria gave a soft hum, slightly raising her head, her breathing becoming rapid again. Without hesitation, the nobleman inserted silver needles one after another into her nipples, the tips, and various parts of her breasts. Soon, Floria's breasts were covered in needles, the inch-long tips protruding and trembling slightly with the rise and fall of her chest. The nobleman chuckled, reaching out to gently grasp Floria's breasts, then suddenly squeezed hard, kneading them violently.

"Ah…" Floria jerked her head back, her high-pitched scream filling the entire hall. The silver needles bent and pierced inside her breasts, the force of the rebound and stretching easily felt even by the nobleman's hand. Floria even felt as if her breasts were being torn into strips of silk, shattering under the kneading.

"Oh...oh..." Flora groaned weakly, her body trembling. Thin streaks of blood seeped from the exposed tips of the silver needles. The intense stimulation repeatedly sent her to endless orgasms. Streams of vaginal fluid mixed with blood flowed slowly from her lower body, dripping to the ground.

"This slut is amazing, she can even orgasm like this, hehe..." The nobleman said, picking up a specially made glove from the table and putting it on his right hand before returning. The glove was made of thick leather, studded with hundreds of fine needles that shimmered under the light.

"Ah...this terrifying thing is going to be inserted into my body..." Looking at this horrifying and cruel instrument, Flora trembled slightly with excitement, her breathing becoming labored.

The nobleman's gloved right hand gently caressed Flora's lower body; the pricking sensation made her lower abdomen contract repeatedly, trembling sensitively. The nobleman's fingers inserted, gradually widening Flora's opening.

Slowly, the entire hand was forced inside. The vagina gripped the glove tightly, the sharp needle slicing through the soft inner walls. Waves of intense pleasure mixed with pain washed over her, gradually eroding Flora's sanity.

"Oh...oh...please...crush me..." The nobleman's hand slowly reached deep into her cervix, paused briefly, then suddenly pulled back forcefully, followed by violent thrusting.

"Ah..."

Flora trembled violently, shaking her head wildly, her long golden hair flying through the air. Her soft inner walls tore apart, and copious amounts of blood gushed out, flowing down her thighs. The devastating pleasure propelled her to the peak of orgasm. Flora convulsed a few times before suddenly losing consciousness.

The nobleman laughed and walked back, sitting down with a smug air: "Hahaha, wasn't my method good?" "Hmph, that's nothing, watch me!"

Another nobleman who had been watching stood up and walked towards the unconscious Floria. A new round of cruel rape began...

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the nobles gradually dispersed. When the last figure disappeared at the entrance of the hall, Floria, lying on the iron rack, was covered in horrific wounds, bloodstains everywhere, as if she had no life left.

After a long while, Floria slowly raised her lowered head, looked at her body, and let out a satisfied sigh: "Hmm... I really went too far today..." She took a breath, circulated her magic, and with a few soft clanging sounds, the iron shackles on her hands broke, and the wounds on her body began to shrink and heal rapidly, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Your Highness, your humble servant has come to take you back to the palace." A figure appeared at the door and walked over.Mayday r/>
Flora gently rubbed her slightly sore and numb arms, asking, "Greet, did anyone notice?" "According to my observation, no one should." Greet walked up to Flora, holding a brand-new set of clothes, and handed it to her. "It's getting late, Your Highness, please return to the palace quickly." "This is your reward."

A small bag of gold coins was placed in front of Doslila. Doslila looked up, her eyes wide, staring at Greet in surprise, and asked doubtfully, "I... I only accompanied you to the play once, it seems I didn't do anything, and I can get rewarded for this?"

"That's right, you have completed the task assigned to you, and Her Highness the Princess is very satisfied, so she gave you the gold coins." "But... but..."

"Don't think so much, just do what you're supposed to do. I'll take you back first, use this money to treat your mother's illness, maybe... you'll need her again in the future." "

Is that so... then thank you... I'll go back now." Doslila picked up the gold coins on the table, hesitated, and walked out.

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