Demon Hunter's Notes: Dragon City Secrets

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The crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground echoed before the centuries-old headquarters of the Dark Dragon Knights. The guards on either side of the entrance stiffened, straightening their already imposing postures even more. Such a sound meant only one thing: Persephone had arrived.
Sure enough, Persephone appeared like a ghost, striding confidently up the long steps and into the Dark Dragon Knights' gates. The moment she appeared, the two guards snapped to attention with a crisp salute, their gazes filled with awe, excitement, and a barely concealed desire.
Seeing the intricate dark gold patterns on her deep black uniform, the dark gold roses entwined around her shoulders, and the dark gold shield-shaped emblem at her collar, the two guards dared not look directly at her, bowing their heads as they opened the doors to welcome Persephone, the youngest and most beautiful general of the Dark Dragon Knights.
Persephone walked with a swaying gait, her face radiating undisguised indifference and arrogance. She proceeded straight along the central axis of the hall towards the crimson-carpeted staircase. The hall's high ceiling echoed with the crisp sound of her footsteps, and even the bronze dragon on the opposite wall seemed to fix its gaze entirely on Persephone!
Everyone entering and leaving the hall halted, watching Persephone return from her mission. Any dragon riders who happened to be standing in her path hurriedly moved aside.
She was a tall, young woman, her figure perfectly accentuated by the dark dragon rider's uniform. Her grey hair was piled high on her back, her beautiful face seemed frozen, and her deep grey eyes, tinged with green, held a hint of weariness.
Persephone's exhaustion was impossible to conceal. She slowly walked into the building, pausing slightly. Several men stood in the usually empty lobby. Although almost every member of the Dark Dragon Knights harbored fantasies about the aloof Persephone, none dared to express them openly. But today seemed to be an exception. Many families, rarely seen in public, had sent men to wait for her arrival in the lobby, and these men made no attempt to hide their lust, their naked gazes seeming to devour her.
Persephone frowned slightly, ignoring their expressions, and quickly entered the elevator back to her office.
The men in the lobby downstairs exchanged glances, lewd smiles playing on their lips…
Soft lighting slowly illuminated the room, and the air circulation system continuously circulated fresh air, carrying the pleasant scent of herbs. This was truly all-natural fragrance; even with Persephone's discerning palate and Sue's keen sense of smell, they couldn't find any flaws. Soft background music began to play, and a light mist started to emerge from the completely transparent shower. This was the bathroom's smart system preheating the shower because it determined there wasn't enough water to start the bathtub.
Persephone leaned forward slightly, her hands gripping the wall, the slightly stinging water splashing against her body. She sighed, her dazzlingly white hands quickly wiping herself.
Not long after, the door quietly opened, and Persephone emerged, her clothes misty with sweat. She had changed into her classic business attire and sat behind her desk, checking the tasks on her computer. Her brows slowly furrowed…
As darkness fell, the heavy door to Persephone's office on the sixth floor opened a crack, and a middle-aged man in his forties, impeccably dressed and with a sharp, capable appearance, stepped out. He bowed gracefully, shook hands with Persephone, and said in a warm and enthusiastic tone, “General Persephone, my terms are quite favorable. I hope you will seriously consider them! You only need to say a word, and my connections and resources will serve you to the best of my ability!”
His words were warm and persuasive, but his hand remained firmly gripping Persephone's, which was far from respectful. Moreover, his impeccably tailored trousers had a slight bulge in the center, clearly indicating that he had considered something very disrespectful to Persephone. Although he subtly concealed his physical changes by slightly hunching over, every Dark Dragon Rider in the building was an expert in combat techniques and could sense these anomalies with just their senses.
Persephone maintained a reserved yet elegant smile, seemingly oblivious, and as if she didn't care about the middle-aged man's rudeness at all. She said softly, "Please let me think about it!" Although her expression was completely frozen like an ice cube, her heaving chest betrayed her unease. At this moment, the computer on her desk beeped with an alarm. In half an hour, Sue would die from lack of medicine, but her account was already completely empty, and she couldn't overdraw another penny.
Another minute passed.
Persephone's head throbbed as if it were about to explode. She had only returned to Dragon City this morning, having traveled alone for seven days and seven nights without sleep, completing six missions in a row. Back in Dragon City, she quickly freshened up and rushed to her office to receive wave after wave of borrowers she had already contacted. These people seemed to have reached a secret agreement; not one of their terms didn't involve her body. Perhaps there was no conspiracy behind this convergence, just the undisguised display of the inherent weaknesses of male masculinity in this era.
Persephone paced anxiously around the room, a fierce fire burning within her, yet she suppressed it, refusing to let it erupt. She pulled up her task list, quickly scanning it. All the high-risk, high-reward, and high-contribution tasks were already taken; only the trivial, time-consuming, and low-risk tasks remained. Was this a coincidence, or intentional?
The middle-aged man stood there confidently, watching her silently. His gaze, filled with a blatant audacity, lingered on her long legs and rounded hips. Her legs were straight and incredibly long, making one's mouth water. Flesh-colored stockings perfectly accentuated her curves. Twenty centimeters above her knees was a grey pencil skirt that covered half her thighs. A white blouse tucked under the skirt from her slender waist, then peeked over her breasts, which barely covered her chest, followed by her long neck, her flawless face, and her grey hair piled high on her head. The bulge below her trousers grew increasingly prominent.
But… she couldn't help but think of her younger brother, still somewhat naive, stubbornly clinging to his dreams. He possessed the purity she loved most, and she had always taken great care of him. But now, didn't he know his predicament? Persephone simply couldn't believe that he, having taken over the Trident of Poseidon, would be completely oblivious. That unit had received so much of her effort, possessing an independent and highly efficient intelligence system, almost on par with the Tribunal under Medili's control.
But... could he just watch her become a plaything for those men? Perhaps, hatred really could completely change a person?
Persephone silently picked up a glass of strong liquor that had risen on the desk, downed it in one gulp, the fiery liquid burning her body along its path. "Brother... do you really want me to become someone else's plaything?" Staring at the motionless, deep red monitor, she suddenly gripped the pencil in her hand, crushing it into powder with a crack.
Another minute passed, only five minutes left. She sighed softly, a cold sense of loss gradually rising in her heart. She turned to the middle-aged man, her elegant red lips trembling slightly as she parted: "Only one day... five days' worth of medicine!"
"No, no, no..." The middle-aged man shook his finger, smiling smugly: "One dose a day..."
Persephone's face darkened. She paused for a moment, then nodded slowly.
A look of ecstatic joy spread across the middle-aged man's face. He strode forward and grabbed Persephone's hand. "The Arthur family is at your service!"
He held Persephone's slender, soft right hand tightly, leaning down to gently kiss the back of her snow-white hand. Persephone's eyes momentarily went blank and lost focus. She abruptly pulled her hand back as if scalded by hot lava, staggering backward several steps until she bumped into the edge of the desk.
The man quickly moved forward, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, firmly holding the most beautiful female general of Dragon City against the desk, and opened his mouth to kiss her.
"Where's the money..." Persephone turned her head away in disgust, avoiding the man's approaching mouth, suppressing her anger and the urge to smash his head with her fist as she coldly asked.
The middle-aged man held her tightly, pressing his arms around her body, savoring the intoxicating elasticity and fragrant heat emanating from the body that every man in Dragon City longed for. Hearing Persephone's question, he chuckled softly, leaning forward so much that Persephone had to lean back, almost lying on the table. "Don't worry, it'll be done soon." He then reached for the monitor and began rapidly pointing at the screen. Taking
advantage of the opportunity to enter an account number, the man pressed his chest tightly against Persephone's, their breasts pressed together, allowing her to clearly feel the arousing contours of her breasts. Persephone tried to lean back as far as she could, but at such close range, she couldn't avoid being pressed tightly against the man.
He excitedly seized the opportunity to thrust a few times, relieving the initial throbbing pain in his lower body.
"Mmm..." A short moan escaped his lips, vanishing without a trace. His hard penis pressed against her soft vulva through her clothes. Persephone stared intently at the screen, her white teeth biting her lower lip, suppressing her shame and pain. She watched as the monitor beeped softly, the red digits rapidly decreasing while her available funds increased.
Her expression was complex as she stared at the screen, her hands stiffly supporting her body, veins bulging on the backs of her hands, pressing them so hard they sank into the sturdy alloy table.
The man chuckled, turning back to smell the faint fragrance at her temple. Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and bit down on her smooth, delicate cheek.
"Mmm..." The soft, tender touch was so intoxicating that a groan of pleasure escaped his throat. Pinned down in her office by a man, Persephone was filled with endless humiliation. The man on top of her was only a fourth-tier power, and normally she wouldn't even give him a second glance. The
fact that he could rescue a general from a financial crisis meant these people had incredibly powerful backgrounds. Even in the past, with the Arthur family backing her, Persephone would at most slap him a couple of times, leaving him bruised and battered, but wouldn't actually kill him. But now, she had lost even the right to slap him and dared not resist his harassment. She was burdened with enormous debts, and if she refused him, Sue would be destroyed. Just endure it a little longer; it's only for one day. Besides, she had suffered similar hardships when she first joined the Dragon Knights, Persephone consoled herself.
The man's face was pressed tightly against the woman's, rubbing against her cool, snow-white skin. His left hand was already touching her hair, the fingertips feeling smooth and silky. His other hand slowly moved towards her proudly erect breasts, stretched taut by her uniform, their rounded curves irresistible.
Persephone's sensitive skin could feel the heat emanating from the man's body. She turned her head away, not wanting to look at the man ravaging her, but her resistance only fueled his lust. The man's hands brazenly moved to her buttocks, tightly encased in her short skirt, kneading them forcefully.
Just when Persephone thought this man would take her right there and then, the man on top of her suddenly remembered something, stood up, and took a step back. He chuckled, "As a sign of respect, please come with me somewhere. Of course, you'll need to change into your general's uniform first."
Persephone's face paled. She suddenly remembered Bloody Mary's ordeal twenty years ago. Was it going to be her turn today? She gritted her teeth, turned, and went into the dressing room next door.
Just as she took off her skirt and was about to change into her uniform, the man's sinister voice rang out again: "By the way, General, please don't wear underwear. Your employers want to see you without it... Heh..."
"What?" Persephone glanced down at the alluring black transparent lace lingerie on her pristine white body. "Fine, it's only five days anyway, I'll just consider it a dog bite!" She reached behind her back for the hooks of her bra.
When Persephone emerged in her uniform, her face grim, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he smiled with delight. He pulled a test tube from his pocket, half-filled with pink liquid.
"To ensure you won't back out during this period, please drink this potion now..." The middle-aged man smugly waved the test tube in front of her. "Don't worry, this potion's effects only last for five days. You're a general of Dragon City; we absolutely wouldn't dare do anything to a level nine expert, but we still need to be prepared for you to back out!"
Persephone stared blankly at the test tube, hesitated for a moment, then snatched it and tilted her head back, gulping down the entire liquid inside.
"Huff..." She threw the test tube into a corner with a thud, her eyes red as she fiercely glared at the man in front of her, saying, "Are you satisfied now?"
"Alright... then please follow me." The middle-aged man bowed politely and gestured, leading Persephone outside.
"Ah..." As she boarded the elevator, Persephone swayed slightly, feeling a slight tingling sensation in all her bones. Her whole body felt weak and limp, and all her muscles trembled uncontrollably, as if she had drunk too much. Even lifting her hand was difficult. Persephone's face paled. She hadn't expected this potion to be specifically designed for her, completely sealing off her abilities.
"Come... let me help you out," the man said with a smile, carefully supporting Persephone as they walked out.
The two guards at the Dark Dragon Knight's entrance stared wide-eyed at the two emerging from the elevator. The Dragon Knight General, who never gave anyone a chance, was being helped out by an old man. Her limp, leaning-on-the-body appearance sent a surge of adrenaline through them. Especially noticeable was the way her tight-fitting uniform trembled as she moved, easily revealing that she wore nothing underneath.
The two guards' groins immediately hardened, standing erect as if in salute to her. Persephone blushed, lowered her head pretending not to see, and was slowly helped by the man to the car outside, where they sped away.
Larvin Forest Estate, located in the southwest of Dragon City, is a vast estate covering tens of square kilometers, as its name suggests. This area includes large forests, a small hill, a river running through it, a castle, and several scattered estates.
Unlike the utilitarian style of many modern, newly formed families, the Fabregas family maintains ancient, nostalgic traditions; the castle and estates are antique. Many decorations and accessories were collected from ruins around the world, genuine artifacts from the old era, and the estate's cuisine is no exception. They still use old-fashioned methods to cure bacon and brew wine.
The river flowing through the territory is channeled into an artificial lake, and a tributary flows around the castle; in this day and age, this has no defensive significance, serving more of a decorative purpose.
The entire Larvin Forest region… There was no sign of modern industry. It was more like rural life in the 18th century, where time seemed to be dozing under the trees and by the river. Everything was so quiet and slow.
Tonight, the usually peaceful manor was broken by countless important figures who were rarely seen. Dozens of middle-aged and elderly people gathered in the spacious hall, anxiously waiting for news from the front.
Old Fabregas watched all this with pride. Although he was old, his physical condition was definitely not as frail as his age suggested. In the family's biochemical laboratory, a breakthrough had been made in anti-aging drugs. Small quantities of stable and effective drugs could be synthesized in the laboratory. This was, of course, extremely expensive. Moreover, in addition to requiring large quantities of extremely difficult-to-obtain raw materials, the uncontrollability of the synthesis reaction remained an insurmountable problem. The low success rate meant that this drug was far from being mass-produced. However, it was already enough for Old Fabregas's use. For him, the important thing now was whether he had it or not. Whether it was expensive or not was not a problem at all.
Just thinking about the explosive sexiness hidden beneath Persephone's seemingly very orthodox and elegant suit made Old Fabregas unable to help but feel excited. His body also changed accordingly. A high bulge appeared on his robe, completely unlike the hardness and size that a sixty-five-year-old man should have. In his opinion, as long as he got Persephone, all the price was actually worth it. If it weren't for the fact that it was to lure Persephone into his trap. He wouldn't have gone to such lengths to set up such a complex and subtle scheme; of course, things were going much more smoothly than he had imagined. In his original plan, it would have taken at least a year to subdue a female general who was financially bankrupt and had lost her family's support. But he hadn't expected Sue to require such an astonishing amount for treatment. And Persephone had actually paid for it.

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