"Forbidden for the Brave" (1-31+ Extras)

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Chapter 11 Rage

The three sat silently in the tavern. I told them about my encounter with Cassie. The Thorn Foundation would be holding a banquet on a random night, and only those invited would know the time and place. When they heard that Princess Anya would be attending, they fell silent. My suspicions had been confirmed; Anya was probably Celia, the second princess of the Kingdom of Yula, and Jessica was her bodyguard.

Of course, I skipped over the fact that I had gone to the council hall with Cassie to get closer to him, hoping they wouldn't notice my alias on the notice board—Ray. My full name was Oni-Hunter R, R being short for Ray, meaning lightning. My master told me that this word came from an ancient language, literally meaning queen, but actually referring to the victor. However, I preferred the pronunciation of "Ren."

The competition is tomorrow, and I don't want to be watched by the two of them. I also have some plans of my own. Jessica sat for a while, then stood up and said she was going to go and gather more information, leaving me to protect Anya at the tavern until she returned. I didn't have anything else to do, so I nodded to Anya.

Anya looked serious. Although I hadn't told her about the performance, I had mentioned that there were many guards inside, and it seemed impossible to take someone away in that situation. She got up, indicating she needed to go to the restroom. I ignored her and continued to stare blankly. A little while later, I noticed the boss glancing at me suspiciously. I pretended to look outside, pretending to be lost in thought. He thought I hadn't seen her slip into the women's restroom. Did the boss have a perverse penchant for peeping?

Wait, only Anya was in the women's restroom now. It must be Anya who was peeping. This boss seemed like a good person at first, but his recent actions have become increasingly strange. I started to strain my hearing, trying to figure out what was happening inside.

First, I heard the door open, followed by a soft gasp from Anya.

"Ah, Uncle, you scared me! This is the women's restroom!"

"Ah, my dear Anya, I can't take it anymore, give me another blowjob!"

Another? When did Anya give the boss oral sex? I was completely confused, not knowing what had happened.

"Why are you like this... Didn't you say it was just once? Uncle, please don't do this anymore, the boss's wife will get hurt... um..."

Anya's words were suddenly interrupted, followed by a slurping sound, it seemed that the lecherous uncle had already stuck his tongue into Anya's mouth. I was about to get up and go in to stop him when a few customers came in from outside. Damn it, why now of all times? Going in now would definitely make things very ugly. I decided to wait for another opportunity. The uncle's mouth was still licking and sucking Anya's cherry lips, and Anya only made soft whimpering resistance.

"Hmm... your little mouth is still so sweet... come... let me see your white big breasts again."

Anya was probably already furious with the uncle's lewd words, her face flushed.

"...Mmm...Uncle...Don't pinch...Ren...is right outside...Mmm...Be gentle."

The uncle's mouth was still making sucking sounds, probably licking Anya's jade neck. Then I heard the sound of clothes being torn open.

"...Ah...Don't be so rough...My breasts hurt so much from being pinched..."

"...Mmm...So soft...I want these big breasts so badly...My wife's are also big...but she won't let me touch them since that night...You understand Uncle's pain, right...Oh...So comfortable..."

The boss seemed to have Anya's tender breasts in his hands, playing with them wantonly. I still couldn't figure out what had happened. Anya wasn't forced to perform oral sex the time I bumped into her. Then I heard Anya's moans and the uncle's excited, muffled breathing coming from inside.

"...Mmm...Hurry up...Ren will find something's wrong...Let's finish this quickly..."

It sounded like Anya was begging the uncle to do it to her. My heart tightened. Then I heard the uncle unbuckle his belt and take off his pants.

"Come on, use your little hands, yes, like that night, stroke them back and forth... Oh... Yes... Oh... So good..."

Only the uncle's panting and Anya's small hands slapping against the boss's fat belly remained in the toilet.

"...Uncle, hurry up and finish... Hurry up and cum... I don't want to go on like this anymore..."

"...How could Anya be like this... Oh... You were the one who came that night... begging me to forgive you... Oh... You promised to help me get revenge but then went back on your word... You were the one who asked me if there were any other ways to quell my anger... If that bitch hadn't suddenly come to the bar that night... I wouldn't have rushed... um... hastily cummed in your little mouth..."

That night? Was it the day I was unconscious? It seemed Anya was determined not to let me help her and came to apologize to the boss, but unexpectedly encountered this situation.

"...Oh...so good...If you want it to be faster...just take it in with your little mouth..."

"...Mmm...no...it's dirty..."

"It's okay...Anya...please, Uncle...just take the glans in your mouth..."

"...Oh...yes...so soft...Anya's little mouth is the best..."

Anya probably wanted to finish quickly and gave in. I imagined Anya slightly parting her lips and taking the boss's bright red glans into her little mouth, licking the boss's anus with her tongue, her little hands constantly stroking the boss's ugly penis.

"...Ugh...ugh..."

Anya's soft whimpers and occasional swallowing sounds kept coming from the toilet. I didn't know if it was saliva or semen flowing from the anus. The boss was already groaning excitedly.

"...Oh...Anya's little mouth is so good...take it in deeper...take it in..."

"Ugh...ugh"

Anya seemed to shake her head, and the protesting sound coming from her mouth with the glans in her mouth was a little strange.

"...Ah...I don't care...Oh...So warm...So comfortable...Oh...Oh...Lick my penis back and forth with your tongue..."

The older man ignored Anya's resistance, grabbed her head with both hands, and thrust in. Then came a series of whimpers from Anya and the sounds of thrusting.

"...Oh...Young mouths are so good...Every time I fuck my wife's mouth, she doesn't want to...That night she had so many villagers suck her...Oh...Slut...Anya's mouth is so good...She only blows for me..."

The boss continued to thrust forcefully in and out of Anya's mouth, having already done it hundreds of times. He seemed to be about to ejaculate, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

"Oh...So good...Anya said she didn't want to...Look, your nipples are hard...Let me pinch them...Oh..."

Just then, a female customer's words caught my attention.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Great! If she goes in, the boss will definitely stop, and Anya's ordeal will be over. I breathed a sigh of relief, but as the female customer approached the restroom, I heard a hurried shoving sound from inside.

"Oh... someone's coming in... hurry up and go into a stall..."

Then came a groan of pain as Anya's unsteady body hit the wall.

"...Shh... it'll be over in a minute... it wouldn't be good if we got caught..."

"...Uncle! What are you doing... we agreed you'd only use your mouth..."

"Shh... Anya... Uncle's about to cum... I won't go in... just clamp your thighs between your legs... let me fuck your big white legs..."

This sudden development caught me off guard. So the women's restroom has stalls?

"...Why is it like this..."

I could clearly hear their whispered murmurs in my ear.

"Oh...yes...just clamp it like this...oh...these thighs are so soft...oh...it feels so good...let me suck your breasts..."

"...Uncle...oh...come on...this is...the last time..."

Then came the slapping sounds of the boss's big belly hitting Anya's lower abdomen, mixed with the sounds of the boss sucking on Anya's tender white breasts. After a while, the female customer came out of the toilet, but the battle inside had intensified.

The slapping sounds grew faster and faster, and Anya kept moaning softly. The sounds of their bodies mingled, indicating that Anya's desire had been ignited. Her thighs were covered in vaginal fluid, and the sounds of the boss's big penis thrusting in and out were lewd.

"Oh! I'm going to cum! Oh... one last time... let me cum inside... oh

... oh..."

Anya let out a long moan, clearly feeling her tender hole being brutally penetrated by the boss's thick penis, but I couldn't confirm it. I could only hear the gurgling sound of semen continuously shooting out of the boss's penis from inside the toilet.

I waited anxiously outside. After a while, Anya sat back down, pretending to be calm. I couldn't tell if the boss's big penis had been forcefully inserted into her tender hole. I just felt a surge of displeasure. Although it wasn't my business, I couldn't help but feel angry.

At this moment, I saw the customer from before looking at us. The woman whispered,

"It must be her. Her boyfriend is sitting outside, while she's being fucked by someone else in the toilet. What a slut."

The man stared lewdly at Anya, scanning her up and down, as if he were currently pressing Anya down on the table, his penis thrusting back and forth in Anya's cunt.

Just then, Jessica returned, looking disheveled. She said she hadn't found any useful clues and that none of her local friends knew anything about the Thorn Corporation. It seemed to be a very well-organized and tightly controlled organization. Suddenly, I noticed Anya's flushed face and my unnatural expression.

"Did you bully my lady while I was away?"

Anya was about to explain when I said fiercely.

"No, I wouldn't dare. Even if

I did, it wasn't me," Anya said, stunned. She probably guessed that her secret might have been exposed, and looked at me with a wronged expression, as if she was about to cry.

Jessica saw this and yelled at me,

"Still saying you didn't! Look, you've made my lady cry! Do you believe I'll chop you up?"

I was furious and couldn't hold back any longer.

"Tch, come with me and chop me up if you dare!"

I said, and started to walk out. Anya grabbed Jessica and shook her head, on the verge of tears.

"Don't be afraid, Miss. Let me go out and teach him a lesson, so you can see that this kid is just a piece of trash."

Once outside, I calmed down a lot, but since I had already said it, a fight was inevitable, and it might end badly. I didn't want to deal with this mess anymore. Jessica looked at me disdainfully and said ,

"Since we're going to fight, there's a condition. If I win, you have to kowtow and apologize to our young lady!"

"If I win, you have to grant me one request."

Jessica sneered at my words, seemingly not believing I had any chance of winning.

"Just tell me what your request is."

I thought for a moment and didn't seem to have any requests. I could just treat it as practice for the competition tomorrow.

"I haven't thought of one yet. You just owe me one request, and you can do it when I think of one."

Jessica seemed confident of victory and didn't care about the harshness of my request. She casually pulled a chain from her sleeve.

This action startled me. It turned out she was carrying a weapon—the scythe from that night, which I had already seen. This meant she might be hiding other weapons. I had to be careful. It's true what they say, women are the fiercest and most cunning.

But in our first encounter, Jessica became somewhat serious. With a flick of her leg, she simultaneously swung out the chain with her right hand, and the sharp scythe was instantly in front of me. I quickly used Wind Walk, but then I discovered a problem. This ability felt different than before. It seemed like some kind of energy within me was distorting the power. Although I felt more agile and relaxed using it, the destination and the process had changed. I moved ten meters away from my original destination, lost my balance, and fell to the ground.

The onlookers laughed, but Jessica didn't. The moment she saw Wind Walk, she knew I was a martial artist like her. However, Wind Walk only moved me about ten meters at a time, while this time, though clumsy, I'd moved over twenty meters. We were both uneasy. Anya still looked like she was about to cry. The tavern owner, who had somehow managed to escape from the women's restroom, stood a short distance behind Anya, staring intently at her round buttocks.

Chapter 12 Rebirth

The sudden change left me bewildered. My body had indeed changed since then; I only realized it now. Jessica's unease quickly disappeared, probably thinking it was just a momentary lapse of judgment, mistaking my Second Wind Walk for Wind Walk.

Second Wind Walk is an advanced technique of Wind Walk, basically allowing you to follow up the first Wind Walk with a second one. However, Second Wind Walk causes a brief period of stiffness after use, so few martial artists actually learn it. As soon as her unease subsided, Jessica's eyes immediately returned to their murderous intent.

Jessica continued swinging the chains, which formed a straight line and swept towards my legs with a whooshing sound. I dodged with a leap, but this gave Jessica time to close the distance. She drew a supple willow sword from her waist and swung it around. With a "whoosh!" it instantly hardened.

This was a technique from the Western Craftsmen's Temple, a place where the world's research elites gathered. They believed in science more than magic. This willow sword was made by proportionally dividing an ordinary longsword into sections, with intricate threads connecting them. Before activation, it resembled a willow leaf, incredibly soft and easy to carry. But after activation, the threads tightened, tightly interlocking the delicate grooves on each section of the blade, forming the longsword shape.

The sword was already in front of me. This wasn't asking for an apology; it was clearly trying to kill me. Anya cried out and closed her eyes. I quickly drew my twin swords and forcefully blocked the attack. What was originally a simple block was infused with a surge of internal energy that gathered between my hands.

With a loud "bang!", the incredibly sturdy willow sword was cleaved in two by my two broken blades. Behind the flying blades, Jessica's eyes widened in astonishment. But that wasn't all. As the trails left by the two blades created two shockwaves, although the willow sword's blade absorbed most of the impact, the residual air pressure still struck Jessica's ample breasts. Her breasts jerked rapidly, and Jessica cried out as she was sent flying. All of this happened in an instant.

I knew this was a fluke caused by my body's lack of coordination. A true shockwave cannot be formed instantly. Unlike a shield warrior's charge, which is propelled by the body's own air pressure, a true shockwave requires energy to gather before being released. Jessica braced herself against the ground with her thighs, instinctively drawing two daggers from her thighs and throwing them at me. This technique was merely to buy time, and I easily blocked it.

The two attacks caught her off guard. She began to scrutinize me with a critical eye, and released chains from her other sleeve. Grabbing one in each hand, she began to swing them rapidly. The chains, spinning faster and faster, formed two whirlwinds, which now looked like two giant saw teeth in her hands, and charged at me again.

I decided I couldn't let her continue her attack. She was getting angrier and angrier, completely disregarding my safety. This massive wind blade, while seemingly powerful, was relatively slow to change direction. To stop her, I had to catch her off guard and instantly lock her hands in place. Thinking this, I sheathed my twin swords, intending to use Wind Walk to seize her hands.

But as soon as I used Wind Walk, I regretted it. I initially thought it was just a temporary change in my internal workings, but the exact same feeling as before returned. I met her eyes earlier than expected. Before my hands were even fully extended in front of my chest, I grabbed her ample breasts. My hands instinctively tightened, the soft touch instantly spreading throughout my body. But the momentum of my body still brought the impact, and she was forcefully knocked away, her buttocks slamming hard onto the ground.

This time, she was completely enraged. Although everything happened so fast, others only saw me knock her away, but she had definitely been grabbed in the chest. If it weren't for her clothes, there would probably be two bright red handprints on her chest right now.

At this moment, I had no time to savor the feeling. My body's instincts were indeed amplified several times over, which was good, but everything I had learned was completely disrupted. I had to completely relearn these abilities. What troubled me even more was that I already had a realization in my mind that correcting them would not be a simple matter.

But this was not the time to be distracted. I had to quickly take down Jessica. The moment she fell was definitely a good opportunity. After two failed attempts at Wind Walk, I had roughly grasped the feeling. This time, I accurately and instantly moved in front of Jessica. Before she could get up, I held the knife in front of her. She wanted to retaliate, but she met Anya's glaring eyes and had no choice but to admit defeat in humiliation.

"Kill me or do whatever you want!"

"That's not what we agreed on. You owe me something."

She stood up defiantly, but had to look at me with disdain. Although the previous battle had seemed somewhat chaotic and comical, it was undoubtedly an unprecedented situation. The atmosphere between the three of them became a little awkward. The boss seemed oblivious to everything, still staring lecherously at Anya's buttocks, not even noticing my glare at him. Anya noticed my gaze, blushed, tugged at my sleeve, and whispered,

"I'm sorry!"

Why was she apologizing to me? At that moment, I suddenly understood Morey's feelings. The person he had painstakingly protected had been violated by someone else he was protecting. This sense of betrayal was somewhat disgusting.

Before I knew it, it was getting late, and the onlookers gradually dispersed. Although Jessica was unhappy with her loss, she was no longer as worried as before. After all, having a reliable teammate by her side was always an advantage. The three of them returned to the hotel in silence to wait for Cassie's news. I went back to my old room, while Anya moved to the room at the end of the corridor with Jessica. Before I entered the room, Anya called out to me thoughtfully, but then hesitated for a long time without saying a word, which made me feel quite helpless.

Back in the room, I took out the self-study manual for ability users that I had bought on the way back. It was a common basic training manual, roughly explaining the goals and precautions for training abilities. Jessica had always thought I bought this book to mock her, and she had been pouting

the whole way. I flipped through the section on martial artists four times but still couldn't find my current situation. Just as I was about to give up, I accidentally came across a description in the section on mages: magical power in the body would form a flow of energy, and the stronger the flow, the stronger the magical power. All magic relied on magical power to be used, so the stronger the magical power, the more powerful the magic used.

Upon reading this, it suddenly dawned on me. The succubus's magical power had flowed back into me that day, colliding with the natural forces within me and causing me to faint from the pain. But for some reason, the two forces didn't cancel each other out; instead, they merged together. This caused the effects of my martial arts abilities to change. On

the bright side, it seemed I could now learn magic, but on the downside, the martial arts abilities I had learned were indeed distorted, and even if I were to learn magic, the effects would be different from others. Furthermore, the principles of mages didn't seem as simple as those of martial artists. What if I accidentally used the wrong magic and ended up killing myself? Lost

in my thoughts, I didn't realize it was already dark. I had to go to the arena for a competition tomorrow. Thinking this, I took out my competition pass from my pocket and examined it. Just then, someone suddenly pushed open my bedroom door. Damn it, I was so annoyed that I had forgotten to lock the door.

The person who came in was Anya. I quickly hid my competition pass, wondering what she was up to. She was wearing a onesie nightgown, her face flushed, standing there silently, just staring at me. We stared at each other for a long time before I finally couldn't help but speak.

"What's wrong?"

She still didn't answer, but stammered to my bedside, head down.

"What's wrong?"

I asked again, thinking she hadn't heard me. This time she finally responded.

"I...I'm sorry!"

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

I was a little annoyed by her personality. I roughly knew why she was apologizing, but she was the one who didn't protect herself, yet she was apologizing to me.

"Today...about it at the bar."

"Ah, ah, I won't take Jessica's matter to heart."

"...Um...I mean, when we were in the bathroom, you knew everything, right..."

I looked at her; her voice trembled slightly, as if she was about to cry. I gave a soft "Mmm," and she continued.

"Thank you for not interfering. Don't blame the boss; I didn't keep my promise to him. I apologize willingly, please don't be angry."

This woman seemed to have lost her mind; hearing her say that only made me angrier.

"I can't rely on Ren for everything. That would only make me a burden. I have important things to do. I can't drag Ren down with me. If I can't even do this simple thing well, how can I do anything else?"

She started sobbing as she spoke. Seeing her cry, my heart softened. I thought of the helplessness that Anya was carrying. I grew up with my master and survived by relying on myself, but Anya was different. Suddenly entering this unfamiliar world made her unable to find the right way to handle things.

"Silly girl, Anya can rely on me, she can completely rely on me!"

I cupped Anya's face and kissed her cherry lips. Anya trembled and slowly leaned softly against me. I looked up at her tear-streaked face and couldn't help but kiss away her tears.

Anya hugged me tightly, seemingly moved by my words. Her soft breasts, only two thin layers of clothing between them, pressed against my lower abdomen, sending a pleasurable sensation through me. My penis honestly hardened. Anya clearly sensed my change, blushing as she tried to push me away, but I pressed her onto the bed.

With a soft moan from Anya, I couldn't resist kissing her lips again. This time, my tongue boldly invaded, entwining with hers. Our saliva mingled, and I occasionally sucked her tongue into my mouth, savoring it.

At the same time, my hands also wandered to Anya's breasts, kneading and squeezing them through her pajamas. Her tender breasts felt wonderful in my hands, soft yet elastic. Anya began to moan softly.

I slipped one hand inside Anya's bra and started touching her breasts directly. As I kneaded her, Anya's tongue began to move weakly. I also slipped my other hand inside her pajamas and stroked Anya's flat, smooth abdomen.

My mouth began to move down her smooth skin, while my hands began to pinch and play with her two gradually erect nipples. Anya bit her lip and turned her face to the side, moaning softly. Then I took off Anya's nightgown completely. Anya shyly closed her eyes, letting me lick her tender breasts, while one hand stroked her face and inserted my index finger into her mouth.

Anya instinctively licked my finger with her tongue, enjoying my tongue constantly licking and sucking her fully erect nipples. A seductive look gradually appeared on her face. Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through my mind. Was she also panting and moaning under the boss's licking with the same expression? Thinking of this, I felt a surge of jealousy and decided to speed up my attack, kissing her mouth again and sucking.

At the same time, my hand began its downward attack. I used my index finger to repeatedly push into her vagina through her panties. Anya's abdomen trembled from the kneading and pressing, and she covered her mouth with her small hand, afraid that everyone in the hotel would hear her moans. I changed from pushing to kneading, probing, poking, and pinching, and each change in method caused Anya to shudder strongly.

Then I put my hand inside her panties. Anya's vagina was obviously wet. I could clearly see my two fingers starting to separate her labia and squeeze into her warm, tender vagina. Anya's big white legs kept trying to close, so I simply lowered my head and kissed her thighs, constantly licking and sucking the soft, fragrant flesh.

"...Mmm...mmm...ah...oh...it's so strange...it's so itchy inside..."

Anya gradually began to enjoy the pleasure of sex, moaning and babbling incessantly. After fiddling with her vagina for a while, the lustful fluid flowing out completely soaked her panties. I took off her panties, revealing Anya's pink and tender vulva. I continued to insert my fingers and began to thrust back and forth. Anya's face was now flushed, and she didn't know what she was saying.

"...Mmm...down there...it feels so good...it's so strange...ah...mmm..."

As my fingers went deeper, I could feel a thin barrier blocking the way. I was delighted; it seemed the boss hadn't succeeded. Anya's state became increasingly wanton. Her vulva was already wet, her eyes were squinted, and she no longer covered her mouth with her hands, moaning ecstatically. Her two tender white breasts trembled with each thrust.

A wicked thought suddenly crossed my mind. I turned around and straddled Anya, sucking on her tender flesh. Now Anya was facing my bulging crotch. I pulled my penis out, the shaft slapping against Anya's face, which only made me harder. I vigorously licked and sucked Anya's vulva. Anya

was clearly completely consumed by desire, and she even took my penis into her mouth with her small hands. As soon as it entered Anya's mouth, I felt an overwhelming warmth. Anya's tongue even actively reached up, licking my penis in circles, occasionally pressing against the clitoris and trembling rapidly. This skillful oral technique made me feel jealous again; it was clearly thanks to the boss's training.

I swallowed large mouthfuls of her juices. Anya was so comfortable that she forgot about oral sex, her mouth constantly opening and making soft moans.

"...Oh...a little deeper...um...oh...um...Ren...I like it so much..."

My penis was no longer being serviced, and I was very uncomfortable with the swelling. So I turned around to prepare for the main course. Anya saw that I had stopped, opened her eyes and saw that I was pressing my penis against the entrance of her vagina, constantly wetting the glans with my vaginal fluid. Anya looked nervously at the point of contact, then looked at me. I slowly used the glans to pry open the two tender lips, pushing in little by little. When my penis went in a bit, it hit her hymen.

"It might hurt a little!"

Anya gritted her teeth and nodded, indicating that she could bear it. I stopped dawdling, pushed with my hips, and used my penis to break through the defenses and slam in. Although Anya was prepared, she still cried out in pain, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed. Seeing this, I had a desire to continue tormenting her, but I didn't dare to move anymore because it was too tight inside. So I leaned forward and played with her breasts with my hands to relieve her pain.

After a while, Anya's frown eased, and I began to slowly thrust in and out. After a few dozen thrusts, it became smoother, and Anya started to moan softly. I straightened up and carefully observed Anya, who was moving gracefully with each thrust. Her beautiful breasts swayed up and down, her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and she gently bit her lip. Everything about her was so innocent yet so wanton.

"...Mmm...ah...ah...so big...so full..."

Encouraged by Anya, I began to thrust more forcefully, putting all my strength into each thrust. My lower abdomen slammed against the tender flesh of Anya's buttocks, making a slapping sound. Anya wrapped her arms around my neck, panting heavily as she was being fucked.

"...Ah...I can't take it anymore...It feels so good...Ren...faster...It feels so good...Ah! Ahhh..."

Anya's moans were becoming increasingly arousing, and she didn't care if anyone around her could hear her. At that moment, I glanced at the door and was surprised to find someone crouching by the crack, peeking in, one hand moving around below.

I sharpened my vision and realized it was Jessica. She must have woken up and come to me after Anya disappeared, only to witness this scene. The princess I had carefully protected was now pinned down by me, my thick penis thrusting in and out of her tender little hole, making a series of lewd slapping sounds.

She was crouching there, her usual serious demeanor gone, her mouth slightly open, her face flushed, one hand already inside her panties, fiddling with it, while the other hand was kneading her large breasts, wishing she were the one beneath me.

With an audience present, I thrust even harder, lifting her buttocks with my hands, making Anya, who was clinging to my neck, sit up completely. With each thrust, my glans slammed into her clitoris, and Anya moaned increasingly wantonly.

"Ah...ah...ah...my pussy...is going to be pierced...be gentle...I'm going to die!"

Jessica, seeing this, quickly rubbed her clitoris, seemingly trying to match her master's sensations. Seeing her master like this for the first time probably excited her greatly, and I decided to take it a step further.

"This afternoon in the bathroom, did the boss penetrate your pussy?"

Hearing my question, Anya's vagina suddenly contracted, and she desperately clung to my neck, unable to utter a sound. Her body began to tremble, and she sat on my lap, thrusting rhythmically, large gushes of vaginal fluid spraying out, soaking the area below.

Jessica was clearly shocked by this scene. That lewd tavern owner had actually pinned his noble mistress down and was wantonly manipulating her? Is the mistress really this lewd?

I didn't stop and continued to hold Anya and move her up and down. She leaned her head weakly on my shoulder.

"...Ah...let me rest...I can't take it anymore...my whole body is falling apart..."

I said after a few hard thrusts. "Tell me, and I'll let you rest. Did the boss's cock go inside your pussy? Did he shoot inside your pussy?"

"...Ah...no...ah...no...he...he finally put...his glans...into...into my...ah...into my asshole...ah...and shot that hot...semen...oh...all inside..."

At this moment, Anya was so fucked that she said lewd words that she would never have dared to think of before. I decided to let her off the hook for now, so I laid her down, grabbed her two legs and hung them on my shoulders, supported myself on the bed with my hands, and began the final assault.

Jessica then realized that I was watching her intently. Her hips moved rapidly, thrusting faster and faster. With a final, powerful stroke, my large penis began to pour thick semen into Anya's vagina. Anya entered her second orgasm as the hot semen sprayed directly into her uterus. Her waist arched high, and her vagina contracted repeatedly.

My gaze met Jessica's, instantly sending her to the peak of desire. Watching her squatting there, her buttocks thrusting upwards, her large breasts, though still restrained, jiggling with her body, a stream of fluid gushing from her vulva in a beautiful parabola, the only sound in the room was panting.

Chapter 13 Joining the Battle

The sunlight warmed my face. I lazily opened my eyes, intending to sit up, but suddenly realized my arm was being held down. Turning my head, I saw Anya's still-sleeping face, her eyes a little red, looking somewhat tired. Her hands rested on my chest. Thinking of last night's tenderness, I felt a warmth.

I lay there staring at Anya's face, finding it endlessly captivating, until she slightly opened her beautiful eyes, our eyes meeting. She blushed at first, but quickly regained the composure she had when she first saw me.

"What are you looking at, you pervert!"

Her voice held a hint of happy coquettishness. She'd been burdened by various things these past few days, her slightly domineering attitude making me feel much better. I ignored her and placed my hand on her slender waist, feeling her smooth skin.

"Pervert! Stop it!"

She raised her hand to hit me, and I quickly begged for mercy.

"I won't, my princess."

We both froze. She didn't seem to react much, just lowered her head and said,

"...You noticed..."

There was no point in hiding it now. I moved my hand to her face and gently stroked it.

"Yes, I was guessing the night I met you. When you heard Anlia's reaction, I wasn't sure at first, until Jessica appeared."

"Then you must know why I came to Katheran, right? To end up with someone like me..."

I gently covered her mouth with my hand.

"I told you last night you could rely on me, whether it's for Krusa or Anya,"

she said, blushing again at the mention of last night. Her eyes darted around, trying to avoid my gaze. Seeing her shy expression, I really wanted to pin her down and conquer her again.

She seemed to sense my thoughts and quickly put her arm around me.

"I'm going out with Jessica today. It seems many of my lost subjects have heard news of my sister's situation in Katheran and are rushing here. This way, we can rescue her!"

Anya said excitedly, feeling that success was within reach. I, however, wasn't so optimistic. Who knew if the subjects who came were there to rescue their queen, or just to see the once-noble princess being ravaged by a man? Thinking of Jessica, and our eye contact last night, I figured the next few days would be very awkward.

That's how people are; when they act impulsively, they often forget the consequences. Anya seemed worried about how to face Jessica later.

Anya and I got dressed and went out, just in time to run into Jessica coming out of her room. She hesitated for a moment but still forced herself to come over.

"Miss, please don't suddenly run out while I'm taking a bath next time. I'll be very worried."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't expect..."

Anya's face turned pink, and she didn't finish her sentence. It was obvious that she hadn't expected to stay out all night, but she was too ashamed to say it. The three of them still exuded an awkward atmosphere. Jessica didn't even glance at me the whole time. We had breakfast at the inn and then parted ways. Because the atmosphere was too awkward, I didn't explain anything and got away smoothly.

Today I'm going to have a real battle. Due to my special physical condition, the confidence I had when I signed up has long since disappeared. I must familiarize myself with my "new body" before the battle, otherwise, if the next Windwalker runs under the opponent's axe, it will be suicide.

Not long after I arrived in Catherine, I found a hidden path behind the grove of trees behind the arena. The path leads to an open area with an abandoned mine that has been left unsealed. Sometimes when I'm bored after eating, I come back here to rest for a while. Now it's a good time to practice there.

During my previous fight with Jessica, the situation was critical, and my body instinctively adapted to the altered Wind Walk after only two uses. But now the situation is different. Without immense pressure, my body can't grasp the flow of energy, and I can't use almost any ability besides Wind Walk. The more I practice, the more anxious I become.

I closed my eyes, focused my energy, and gathered it between my hands, intending to unleash a slash with my weapons. With that thought, I used the most basic slashing technique, Wind Blade, and swung my twin swords stylishly from below. The expected wind blade, formed by the twisting energy, didn't appear for a long time. Frustrated, I threw my twin swords away, but this throw produced an unexpected result.

The twin blades, as if enveloped by immense air pressure, flew rapidly in the direction I had last flung them out, emitting a "whoosh" in the air, followed by a "bang." Dust exploded in front of me instantly. The abrupt change in the blades' movement was too much for my eyes to follow. I immediately enhanced my pupils and saw the blades trembling rapidly in the air, as if something was struggling to break free. In just one second, the blades had pierced the stone wall more than ten meters away, and then the massive stone wall sealing the mine was blasted to pieces from within.

I ran over and found the twin blades scattered everywhere, just like the stone wall. Well, my body hadn't even adjusted yet, and my weapons were gone. Fortunately, I had some clues. Although the energy hadn't successfully gathered from my hands to the weapons, it had indeed rapidly gathered in my hands. Although I couldn't use my usual abilities, the enhancement of my physical instincts was quite obvious.

Having a clue, I ignored the dark mine shaft, picked up a small pebble, gathered my energy, and threw it at a tree. Just like the twin swords I'd used before, the pebble struck the thick trunk with a loud "bang," leaving a hole the size of a bowl. I was both surprised and delighted.

I tried a few more times, gradually mastering the technique. The speed at which I gathered energy in my hands was indeed faster than before. With increased confidence, I tried my martial arts techniques with a wooden stick a few more times, but I still couldn't execute them. However, the power of my close-range attacks surprised even myself. Suddenly, I heard a growing commotion around me. I'd been so engrossed in my practice that I hadn't realized the competition was about to begin.

I rushed into the arena, almost reaching the spectator entrance, before remembering I was there to compete. I showed my entry pass to the gatekeeper, who gave me a strange smile. In my hurry, I didn't think much of it and ran inside.

Entering the competition corridor for the first time, I found it completely different from the dilapidated stone buildings outside. Clearly, someone had given it an exquisite makeover. Along the way, there were oil lamps adorned with cat's-eye stones, soft red carpets on the floor, and many separate rooms on both sides, seemingly for rest areas, or perhaps for the victors to enjoy their "spoils."

At the end was a spacious waiting room, filled with all sorts of contestants. No one seemed to notice my arrival; everyone was adjusting their weapons. I awkwardly borrowed two ordinary knives from the organizers, but they weren't very comfortable to use, just a light touch.

At that moment, a man entered, dressed extravagantly, with slicked-back hair, looking to be around forty years old, with a sleazy face and a mustache, giving off a cunning businessman vibe.

"All contestants, prepare to enter,"

I heard, stunned. Two people fighting, and everyone else had to stand and watch? I asked the burly man next to me.

"Why does everyone have to go?"

The burly man looked at me, frowning as if he'd seen expired cheese.

"Today is the last match of the F-level competition," a "death survival race." You know nothing, what are you doing here?

"A death survival tournament? What's going on?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

The big guy smiled at me, got up, and followed the crowd into another passage. I followed, full of questions.

Although I already knew the arena was huge, the feeling of emerging from the competition passage for the first time was completely different. A massive ten-meter-high wall was surrounded by densely packed spectators who started standing up and shouting as we entered, as if the world was revolving around us. Passing through the narrow path from the exit to the arena, I could barely see countless sharp blades standing there in the bottomless chasm, as if welcoming me.

To avoid being accidentally discovered by Anya, I put on a mask I had prepared beforehand before going on stage. It was more like a face mask that only covered my nose, with two fake elf ears attached to the sides as decoration. I vaguely noticed that all the contestants had already walked to the center of the arena. Shouldn't they be spinning the ball to select the contestants by now? Just as I was thinking this, the fat host spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us focus on the first match of this tournament, the 'Death Survival Competition'! The rules are simple! There is no time limit once the match begins! You cannot quit! The winner's prize will be randomly distributed until only 7 people remain in the arena. Of course, the strongest among them can eliminate the other 6 survivors! Now I declare! The match begins!"

Before I could react, the gong had already sounded. What was going on? Only then did I understand the meaning behind the gatekeeper's smile. That Cassie didn't tell me that if I won, he would definitely get a generous prize, and if I lost, he could take the opportunity to find Anya, who had lost her backer, and enjoy her all by himself. That treacherous guy.

While I was thinking, the arena had become quite chaotic. There were at least 50 participants in the arena, and the clanging of weapons was incessant. A lecherous guy spotted me, brandished two scythes, and charged at me. I experienced firsthand the feeling of being about to be attacked by a thug while still thinking about what to have for dinner.

Instinctively, I pulled a pebble from my pouch and threw it at him. He ran off, a smug grin spreading across his face, and tried to deflect the pebble with his scythe. But the pebble was faster than his raised scythe, striking him directly through the shoulder. The impact sent him tumbling sideways, crying out in pain as he tried to get up. A berserker nearby seized the opportunity, swinging his great axe and slicing his head off.

The spectators cheered excitedly at the flying head and splattered blood. I had no time to appreciate this "spectacle." Another shield warrior charged at me. Afraid of attracting attention, I reduced my distance to ten meters and dodged backward. But then I saw the shield warrior suddenly move his shield aside, revealing a long spear hidden behind it—a spear knight!

Because of the chaos, it was impossible to discern this tactic. Lancers were generally similar to shield warriors, the only difference being their weapons. Lancers used retractable lances, and usually, after a normal charge, they would launch another charge with the lance. However, once this tactic was recognized, it would leave a large opening. He saw me dodge backward and revealed a victorious smile, clearly indicating that I wasn't the first to die at his hands.

The spearhead approached me at an extremely fast speed; dodging was impossible. I swiftly drew my twin swords and slashed upward from below the spear. The thin blades trembled constantly as I swung them, fearing they would break the spear before even striking it. But the twin swords finally managed to meet the spear. He clearly hadn't expected my seemingly desperate act to actually generate an impact that would lift his entire charge upward.

He was lifted into the air by the flying spear, and quickly released his grip. His twin swords snapped in two upon contact with the spear, but the spear-rider was already in front of me. I delivered a powerful uppercut before he even landed, unable to block with his shield. He arched his back dramatically, the armor on his back bulging violently with the impact, and a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

The punch was thrown so fast I hadn't considered the force; he probably wouldn't be able to stand again. In the blink of an eye, I noticed that most of the people in the arena were gone, limbs littered the ground, and someone had been forcefully slammed into the ditch by a shield warrior. Nearby spectators screamed and stood up to look into the ditch.

I picked up an axe from a nearby corpse, seemingly the burly man who had spoken to me when I entered, but his face was so badly disfigured I wasn't sure. Looking around, I saw only a dozen or so people left; it seemed this farce was about to end.

A figure in the distance caught my attention: an elven man dressed in simple cloth, looking about my age. He held a longbow engraved with elven runes, leisurely circling the arena, killing one opponent after another. Each arrow struck the head. Compared to him, my attack with stones suddenly seemed cowardly.

He seemed to sense my gaze, meeting my eyes, but instead of aiming his bow at me, he gave me an innocent smile. Yes, a truly innocent smile. Seeing such a pure smile in such a brutal scene was all the more chilling. I continued to defend and fight on the field with my axe.

"Unbelievable! The competition ended in just half an hour! Only seven survivors remain. What will they choose? Share the loot with the other survivors? Or prove they can enjoy it all by themselves? This is the fastest survival competition ever! There must be some incredibly powerful individuals among them!"

The host reminded us that we could wait for victory or continue fighting, but he was clearly trying to incite us to keep fighting. I didn't know how long the survival competition usually lasted, but half an hour was far too fast. What were we going to do for the rest of the day?

Then the ground began to tremble, and iron cages began to rise around the arena, containing today's prizes. I wondered why they hadn't been released earlier; it turned out they were for this crucial moment. Dozens of cages were filled with countless gold coins, equipment, materials, and women. Surrounded by such abundant prizes, an idea formed in my mind.

"If only all of these were mine!"

I was stunned. Someone had voiced my thought. The berserker next to me was practically bulging his eyes. I didn't know if that was just how he looked or if he was blinded by rage. Inside the dozens of iron cages were about seven or eight women, ranging from young girls to mature women, slender and plump, a dazzling sight. At that moment, you really felt like you had the whole world. Before I

could even take a good look, the berserker couldn't contain his ambition and unleashed a Whirlwind Slash. This move was the ultimate killing move that Krusa had used. In the hands of this ordinary berserker, it was indeed much less effective, but its destructive power was still enormous. A whirlwind formed from the axe blade swept over. I used Wind Walk to retreat and was about to take out some stones when a figure ran past me.

It was the elven boy. He sprinted forward, performed a double jump, and leaped directly above the whirlwind. He drew back his bowstring, unleashing a short shockwave that pierced the eye of the whirlwind. The whirlwind immediately stopped, and the great axe was flung out of the whirlwind, nearly hitting another survivor before embedding itself deeply into the ground with a loud thud.

This scene brought the other survivors back to reality. In this situation, claiming the prize for themselves seemed unlikely, so they all silently watched the host, some carefully examining the "loot" inside the cage.

Seeing that no one seemed inclined to continue, the host revealed a barely perceptible displeasure, then excitedly roared...

"Oh! Six winners have emerged from this F-level death survival competition! Let's cheer for them! Now we'll be randomly distributing prizes to them!"

First, the cages that originally belonged to the participants were lowered down, where I saw Cassie's deposit. One of the cages, containing two beautiful women, was also lowered down, causing a stir of discontent among the other survivors. These would be returned to the survivors. Then, the other cages began to be lowered as well.

"Let's introduce the survivors? First up is number 7! Warren Ironbone from the City of Sith! Number 12 is Saldion from the Northern Highlands! Numbers 14 and 27 are Barney and Hugh, both from the City of Barton! Number 21 is Mesget Xiu from the Southern Forest! And finally, number 36 is... uh... Ray from the tavern?"

A burst of laughter erupted in the arena. I was still analyzing that Mesget must be the elven boy when the sudden laughter confused me. The host had probably told another vulgar joke.

Then, a buzzing sound came from the ground, and the limbs on the ground trembled and moved. Then, six iron cages, larger than before, began to slowly rise.

Chapter 14, "Turning the Tables

," describes an F-level survival challenge. The prizes far surpass those of E-level and even D-level individual battles, but the variables are significantly higher. Firstly, it's a free-for-all; even the most powerful ability users struggle to maintain absolute defense. Secondly, you can't predict who might be hiding, even more powerful individuals vying for the prizes. Therefore, for participants, the survival challenge is a gamble, a risk with their lives.

I was completely unsuspecting when Cassie tricked me. I must get my hands on him sometime. In the blink of an eye, six enormous iron cages rose to the ground, each filled with spoils, and each cage had a corresponding number affixed to its bottom.

I was number 36, the highest number among the survivors, so I easily found my number under the last iron cage. Inside were five large bags of gold coins; judging by the bulging pouches, each bag probably contained at least 100 gold coins. My heart pounded. It was the first time I'd ever seen myself with so much money, and my overwhelming joy was written all over my face. There were also some monster materials and equipment inside the cage.

I took out a knife and examined it. It looked like an elven craftsmanship; the blade wasn't thin, but it felt almost weightless, clearly blessed by elves. The blade was engraved with delicate patterns, seemingly of a plant; the flowing curves perfectly complemented the blade. A pair of wings were engraved on the hilt. I swung it a couple of times and it felt very comfortable in my hand, so I simply put it back into its already empty scabbard.

The rest were all rare and trivial items I'd never seen before, and I had no idea what to do with them. The sudden reward caught me off guard, and I didn't know what to do next, but at least I could use the money to have a good meal.

Then I looked at the others to see how they would handle their belongings. The elven boy had already found a fairy who was helping him move his items. His face didn't seem to show much emotion, unlike mine, which was practically grinning from ear to ear. The burly man next to him chuckled, his hand on the chin of the young woman in the cage, examining her closely. That's when I realized my reward didn't include a woman.

He pinched the woman's chin, scrutinizing her. The woman's eyes were filled with fear, but she could only bite her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. I also noticed that his reward had fewer items than mine. It seemed this was the so-called random distribution. Actually, it was fine. If I really brought a woman back, I wouldn't be able to explain it to Anya, and I couldn't just let her go, or she would be captured by someone else.

At this moment, a cheer erupted from the arena. Not understanding what was happening, I followed the gazes of some spectators and saw that on the other side, the uncle number 7 had his huge penis thrust into a young girl's vagina from behind. The girl was painfully clutching the iron cage. Because of her long hair, I couldn't see her face. Her petite body only reached the uncle's lower abdomen; I didn't know if she wasn't well-developed or was just naturally small.

The uncle completely ignored the girl's still dry vagina, impatient to enjoy his hard-earned spoils. Blood mixed with sweat began to flow down his body, making loud "slapping" sounds at the point of intercourse. The people around him were also starting to be influenced by the uncle's actions.

The orc next to him had been assigned two women. One was a young woman who looked to be around thirty years old, with slightly curly brown hair tied into a ponytail at the back. The orc grabbed her hair with one hand and pressed it against his crotch. The woman's mouth was bulging from the huge penis, and she occasionally made gagging sounds as he swallowed and spat out the penis.

The orc's other hand gripped the second woman's breast. She appeared to be around thirty or forty years old, her large breasts slightly sagging, but not to the point of ruining her beauty. Her voluptuous body gently contorted under the orc's caresses, clearly a seasoned veteran who didn't want to provoke her new master.

The first girl was in a much more pitiful situation. Inexperienced, she couldn't actively please her new master, and could only use her vagina to extinguish his greedy lust after his victory. Fortunately, the girl seemed to have adapted to the man's vigorous thrusting, and her vagina began to secrete fluids to protect her body. Occasionally, the girl would let out moans of "uh-huh."

Then there was the mercenary, presumably named Barney or Bagley, who had already clung to his prize, kissing her passionately. Their faces were so pressed together that the woman's features were completely obscured. Barney's large hand lifted the woman's skirt from behind, his fingers parting her panties and probing her vagina. His other hand squeezed her plump buttocks hard, causing her to writhe and only emit soft sucking sounds.

The other man next to him wasn't so unrestrained. He gestured for the staff to take the prize to his lounge, then walked out of the ring with the woman in his arms, drawing boos from the audience.

The first girl was already weak in the knees, her legs bent inwards, barely supporting her against the iron cage. The man behind her gripped her hips tightly, thrusting his dark penis vigorously into her vagina.

"...Ah...please...please...ah...be gentle...it hurts...ah...ah..."

"What are you yelling for...it's not like you've never been fucked before...you'll be begging me to fuck you later..."

At this moment, two graceful mature women were actively licking his large penis between the orc's legs. The two young women would lick the glans with their tender tongues, and then rub the penis with their small mouths on both sides at the same time, as if they were sisters who had known each other for a long time. Their hands were also constantly kneading and playing with each other's breasts.

At this moment, the elven boy walked past me and gave me a cold look. It seemed that he had already asked the fairy to help him pack up his things and was preparing to leave. At this moment, he was expressionless. Compared with the boy who was laughing during the killing just now, he was a completely different person, which made me feel a chill down my spine.

In contrast, I stood dumbfounded in the iron cage, watching the people around me playing with their "trophies." I waved to a staff member and asked how I was going to take these things out. He told me I could put the prizes in my lounge first, so I gestured for him to do so and gave him a few gold coins.

Reluctantly leaving the ring, I turned back to see Barney embracing a woman, his penis already inside her, making "plop plop" sounds. The audience didn't even notice my departure, but considering they were now wealthy, they didn't care about the embarrassment, especially since I was wearing a mask.

Cassie had obviously seen me leave and was already waiting for me at the lounge door. Although I really wanted to teach him a lesson, I needed him to gather information about the Thorn Corporation, so I suppressed my anger. He saw me coming and said happily...

"Congratulations, buddy, you've really made a killing!"

He spoke casually about the prize money, which was nothing compared to the deposit he'd given me. I nodded, pretending to be nonchalant as well.

"Come in,"

he said excitedly, staring intently at my prize as soon as we entered.

"How about it, buddy? You must be eager to get back and give that little slut a good fucking, right? Mind taking me along?"

I knew he was referring to Anya when he said "little slut." Seeing his lustful expression, it seemed he wouldn't stop until he got his hands on Anya. I suppressed my anger and continued,

"No rush. How's the Thorn Consortium thing going?"

"Hehe, don't worry, big brother. Consortia usually notify their clients two or three days in advance. Since we haven't heard anything yet, it's unlikely to happen anytime soon."

Seeing his certainty, I didn't want to press the issue further and tried to get rid of him.

"I have things to do. Take these reward items as your reward; I'll just take the money and materials."

The equipment was worth at least twice his deposit, and since I couldn't easily carry it, I passed it on to him. Seeing no hope of getting Anya, he was eager to return to the arena to watch the excitement. He happily called a fairy to deliver the items to the designated location, said goodbye to me, and hurried back to the audience seats.

I need to open a bank account first. I haven't had more than 20 gold coins on me since I came out. I just counted them carefully, and each bag has 150 gold coins. After deducting the materials, I have 750 gold coins. I still can't contain my excitement. Suddenly having so much money made me realize I don't even have a bank account.

Banks are run by fairies, and the fairies working in banks are different from wild fairies. They are protected by governments all over the world and have received standardized training. With the help of the bank's amplification device, they can transfer items between banks point-to-point, so handing over the transport of things to the bank is the easiest thing to do.

I ran back and forth between the bank and the arena several times, and finally deposited all the money and materials. During this time, I could vaguely hear groans coming from inside the arena, as if a new round of "competition" had started. I wanted to go to the audience seats to watch the show, but the gatekeeper locked the door. It seems he also sneaked in to watch the excitement.

It was too early to go back to the hotel, so, feeling utterly bored, I decided to check out the tavern. These

past few days had been a whirlwind of events, leaving no time for leisure. I was starting to miss the peaceful rhythm of life before I met Anya. Arriving at the tavern, I didn't see the proprietress, only the proprietress and two or three customers gathered around the bar, chatting about something. Finally, the customers pulled out a handful of gold coins and stuffed them into the proprietress's hand, then exchanged lewd smiles before heading into the wine cellar.

I found it odd; a drink and a meal shouldn't cost that much, so I went up to the proprietress and greeted him. He smiled happily when he saw me.

"It's Ren! You haven't been here the last couple of days. Didn't Anya come with you?"

Judging by his lewd manner, he was definitely trying to seduce Anya again. I was being kind by not punching him in the face out of respect for the proprietress, so I decided to ignore him.

"I'm hungry, is the proprietress here?"

The proprietress's expression twitched slightly when I asked about her, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it before replying.

"Uh...yes, she is, but she's a bit busy. Hehe, you can find her, but you'll have to pay 3 gold coins."

The proprietress must be crazy for money! I haven't even ordered food yet, and he wants 3 gold coins first? Is he trying to order a Manchu Han Imperial Feast? I didn't know what the proprietress was up to, but luckily I wasn't short of money, so I took 3 gold coins from my pocket and gave them to him. The proprietress happily took the money and pointed to the wine cellar, indicating that the proprietress was inside.

So now you have to eat at the wine cellar? That's too expensive! Thinking this, I went into the wine cellar. As soon as I opened the door, a bustling scene unfolded before me.

The proprietress was completely naked, her hands bound to a beam in the wine cellar with strips of cloth. Her feet barely touched the ground, and one of her thighs was propped up against her chest by a man in front of her, who could clearly see his large, dark penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Meanwhile, another man was rapidly manipulating her pink anus from behind. The two were having a great time, one in front and one behind. There were more than a dozen men waiting in line around, some of whom were clearly still recovering.

"...Ah...please spare me...ah...no...don't shoot inside anymore...if this continues...I'll die..."

"Ha...this pussy feels so good...it's still so tight after all this time...oh...Anna...your cunt is so tight...is your husband fucking you good...?"

"...Ah...ah...please spare me...I can't take it anymore..."

When the man saw that the proprietress was ignoring him, he raised his hand and left a handprint on her thigh.

"Tell me! Does your husband feel good fucking you?!"

"Ah!" The landlady cried out in pain from the beating and quickly begged for mercy.

"...Ah...so good...so good...husband, you're fucking me so good...please have mercy on me...let me rest for a bit...ah..."

The man, seeing the landlady call him "husband," became even more excited, his penis thrusting harder, the sounds of his lower abdomen and thighs slapping against each other echoing.

"If you want to rest, beg me to cum inside you! Beg me! Haha!"

"...Ah...oh...husband...please...please...cum inside me...I can't take it anymore...ah..."

The man laughed, his hips thrusting with all his might, making the man behind him lose his rhythm and curse.

"Damn! In such a hurry to be reborn... Don't ruin Anna's pussy... I'm going to cum in her pussy again later."

"Haha... Don't ruin it... Anna's pussy is born to be fucked... Oh... I'm cumming... I'm cumming..."

The man roared, hugging the landlady tightly, his buttocks thrusting forward from time to time, and began to suck on the landlady's breast.

"Get out of the way when you're done! I'm waiting!"

The man behind hurriedly pulled the man who had just ejaculated aside, and as soon as his penis was removed, thick semen flowed out. Judging from the amount, it wasn't just one person's. Sure enough, before much semen had flowed out, the man thrust his already swollen and unbearable penis in.

"...Ah...no...ah...didn't you say...I'd rest a bit...ah...ah...ah..."

The landlady was being stimulated repeatedly until she reached her umpteenth orgasm. Her neck was stretched straight up, her head tilted back, her mouth open but unable to make a sound. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably. The man behind her shuddered as his rectum suddenly contracted.

"Oh! Anna! I'm going to cum too! I'm going to cum in Anna's little asshole!"

As he shouted, a "splish-splish" sound could be heard coming from the landlady's asshole. Clearly, her anus was already full of semen, and with each ejaculation, a spurt of semen would squeeze out from the crevice.

Enraged, I silently reached into my waist pouch, pulled out a handful of pebbles, and, controlling my strength, threw them at the men's groins. A scream erupted as the men writhed on the ground, clutching their penises. The man who had just penetrated the proprietress, still unaware of what was happening, turned to check when a pebble struck him on the forehead, knocking him unconscious.

The proprietress seemed to hear the cries and ran over, jokingly shouting,

"What happened? What happened? Don't ruin my wife! How am I supposed to make money if you ruin her?"

He pushed open the cellar door and was immediately confronted by my face. I was still standing on the stairs leading down from the cellar, blocking his view of what was happening below, and asked,

"Ren, what happened down there? Anna's figure is pretty good, isn't it..."

"Go down and see for yourself."

I gritted my teeth, grabbed the boss by the collar, and threw him down. He slammed onto the floor with a thud, yelling in pain. The boss's wife, recovering from her orgasm, looked at everything without saying a word. "

You brat, I gave you face and you don't appreciate it! What's wrong with you?!"

The boss angrily got up and charged at me.

I didn't even bother to dodge. I reached out and touched the boss's cheek, then shoved him away forcefully. The force sent him flying, spinning him to the side before he was flung onto a barrel of liquor with a scream. "Ah!"

"What have you done?"

the boss asked, still stubbornly unchanged.

"I don't care what I do with my wife! I just like letting others have their way with her, what's it to you? She's just a slut who's been used by others anyway!"

The landlady couldn't stop crying when she heard him say that. I walked angrily towards the landlady. After all, he was a soldier, so he didn't beg for mercy and continued to curse.

"When I was having sex with women, you little bastard were probably nowhere to be found! Anya, that little slut, was still being fucked by me until she screamed! Take care of your own woman first! You can't even satisfy one woman, and you want me to fuck her for you, you really..."

I couldn't hold back anymore. Before the landlady could finish speaking, I kicked him in the mouth. A mouthful of teeth mixed with blood sprayed all over the ground. I grabbed the landlady's hair with one hand and threw him away without paying attention to his painful cries. The landlady crashed against the wall with a dull thud. This time, he was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream and just lay on the ground retching.

Seeing that I wasn't going to stop, he finally whimpered and begged for mercy.

"No...don't hit me anymore...what do you want...is it that slut...take it if you want it..."

My last bit of patience was about to be worn down, and I clenched my fists.

"That's Anya's business...I was just joking...I didn't touch her..."

If he continued, I was afraid I would draw my knife. I took out a pebble and threw it at his groin. Before he could react, he screamed "Ah!" and fainted from the pain. I guess he'll never be able to stand up again.

I quickly ran over and untied the landlady's cloth strips. The landlady slumped weakly in my arms, tears streaming down her face. It pained me to see her like that. I hadn't expected that in just two days, the landlady's life had changed so much. The oppressive feeling of helplessness had easily destroyed the landlady's mind and her life.

I wrapped her in a robe, leaving behind a cellar full of groaning men, and left the tavern. Fortunately, there weren't many people outside; they were probably all watching the show at the arena. The journey was smooth, and we finally arrived at the inn. When I put the landlady on the bed, she was already exhausted and had fallen asleep, seemingly having suffered too much.

I boiled some water and gently placed her in it. Some semen flowed out with the water. The landlady's body was covered in bruises from being pinched, a heartbreaking sight. I cleaned her up briefly. She seemed utterly exhausted; she only briefly opened her eyes, saw it was me, and then fell asleep again.

After carrying the landlady back to bed, I weakly returned to the living room and sat down. I noticed a note under the door. I picked it up and read it; it only had an address. I wondered if it was from Anya or Cassie.

Chapter 15 Incident

The sun was slowly setting. Cassie had been at the venue all day; the note didn't seem to be from him. It was probably from Anya. Had something happened again? Thinking that the landlady wouldn't wake up anytime soon, I decided to go check this address; fortunately, it wasn't too far.

Following the address on the note, I walked further and further into the remote area until I arrived at a dilapidated old house. Strange, what was Anya doing in a place like this? Seeing that the number was correct, I went up and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened a crack, revealing half a face—it was Jessica. Jessica blushed when she saw me, then closed the door.

I heard the scraping sound of chains inside, as if someone was unlocking it. Why be so secretive? It sounded like at least four chains had been unlocked before the door was opened. Without even looking

, I went inside. Once inside, I found it very crowded, not because the room was small, but because there were too many people. Only one oil lamp was burning brightly. Anya sat in the middle chair, surrounded by people looking at her respectfully; these were clearly the former subjects of the Kingdom of Yula. Jessica returned to Anya's side; it seemed my arrival had interrupted her. She thought for a moment and continued.

"As everyone has heard, Princess Anya is somewhere in Catherine. Now, if we can find her location, with everyone's strength, we can definitely rescue her!"

Some people showed excited expressions, seemingly moved by the previous speech, while others frowned, seemingly unwilling to get involved in this troublesome matter. Jessica, of course, noticed this as well.

"Think about how much the princess loves us! How can we bear to see her continue to suffer in the hands of the enemy! For the sake of the deceased king! We should rescue the princess!"

Anya sat there biting her lip, displaying an expression I had never seen before—dignified and virtuous. This was truly the princess. Anya stood up.

"Listen to me, everyone! I originally wanted to rescue my sister on my own, but I was too foolish. There are too many powerful people here, and rescuing her is extremely difficult. I already felt terrible for the destruction of Yura, failing to protect my people. But now I beg you all, please lend me a hand! Rescue my sister! We will definitely find a way to rebuild Yura!"

"You still want the Second Princess to beg you? Isn't this what subjects should do?!" Jessica said angrily, and the subjects seemed to be moved.

"I join." I broke the brief silence, and Anya turned to look at me gratefully.

"I join!" someone in front said.

"Me too!" "

Count me in!" "Are you kidding me?

Of course we have to rescue the princess!"

The voices were unstoppable, and the enthusiasm of the crowd spread rapidly as if ignited. The whole room was filled with an atmosphere of unity. Of course, some people were just raising their hands out of necessity.

Once the noise subsided, Jessica slowly began making arrangements. Lacking funds, she rented several houses in the nearby slums for everyone to make do. There was progress on Anya's situation; once they had information, they could set off together. Jessica would try her best to procure weapons. After the arrangements were made, the subjects all went forward to greet Anya.

I stood on the edge of the crowd watching. Anya truly was a princess. If there hadn't been war, there would have been no reason for an ordinary commoner like me to know a princess. The scene from that night I met Anya flashed before my eyes, feeling like a lifetime ago.

When the crowd had mostly dispersed, Anya looked at me and gestured for me to come over. I stepped forward, unsure what to say.

"This is Ren, whom I mentioned. He was the one protecting me throughout," said an old man with a dignified appearance, standing beside Anya. He seemed to be important officials.

"Oh, so this is Ren. Thank you so much for protecting our princess all this time. I, an old man who has failed in my duty, am ashamed to face you!"

"Uncle, please don't say that!

" "Uncle?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Oh! I am Anthony Houston, the Grand Preceptor of the Kingdom of Yula. You can just call me Anthony. I've watched the princess grow up since she was a child, and she's always liked to call me Uncle. Although I was afraid it would be beneath her dignity, she's never changed her ways, hehe!"

I nodded. At this moment, Jessica pointed to the people behind her and said, "From me onwards are Diakia, Bernice, Chris, and Helen. We were originally part of the princess's personal guard. On the day Yula fell, the guard only found the Second Princess, who happened to be nearby. After a fierce battle, she finally escaped, but was separated from the fleeing civilians on the way. Fortunately, the princess is safe and sound."

I looked at them one by one. Diakia's figure was slightly similar to Jessica's, and she seemed to be a martial artist as well. She also had a neat short haircut with her bangs swept to one side, and her breasts were probably around a C cup. Since I came out, the only thing I've learned recently is that people actually classify women's breasts into different sizes. Compared to her, Jessica's breasts were definitely a G cup.

Bernice had long, golden hair tied in a ponytail. Her simple white robe gave her a dignified and imposing air. She held a staff, presumably for a priestess. Despite being covered by the robe, her slender figure was still visible, and her slightly rounded breasts were probably around a B cup.

Chris had striking red hair, styled in a bun with two tufts of hair reaching her chin. Her eyelashes were longer than the others, and her large, blinking eyes were captivating. Her high, rounded breasts were probably around a D cup. A magic book hung at her waist, clearly indicating she was a mage. Standing at the

back was Helen, perhaps due to her young age or natural shortness, a head shorter than the others, only reaching my chest and abdomen. Her bright, large eyes and baby face made her look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. Her short, milky-white hair revealed ears much shorter than the other elves; at first glance, one might mistake her for a human child.

But her breasts were unusually large, probably around an E cup, especially noticeable on her petite frame. I couldn't immediately discern Helen's profession, but being in the guard meant she was definitely a power user.

Several people seemed uncomfortable under my watchful gaze, and since I was their benefactor, they hesitated to speak, awkwardly lowering their heads. Jessica coughed at me, and I quickly looked away. Anya, busy catching up with the Grand Tutor, didn't notice, only glancing at Jessica when she coughed, unaware of the situation. After

a brief introduction, Anya initially intended to stay, but was persuaded by the Grand Tutor and Jessica to stay. She ended up taking Chris back to the inn, while the others stayed behind to protect everyone.

On the way back, I briefly explained the landlady's situation to Anya. Upon hearing about the landlady's actions, Anya angrily gritted her teeth, while Jessica blushed, seemingly recalling her own crazy behavior that night. They decided to figure out what to do next after returning home.

To avoid embarrassing the landlady, Anya went straight back to her room with Jessica and Chris. When I returned, the landlady was already awake, sitting blankly on the bed, not even noticing me come in. She only looked up at me when I approached, and after a long silence, tears welled up in her eyes. I quickly sat down beside her, letting her sob on my shoulder.

"It's alright, he can't hurt you anymore."

"Waaah... what am I going to do... how could he do that to me..."

"What happened? Why did the landlady suddenly become like that? She was fine before!" The landlady started crying even harder. I realized I'd asked the wrong question, so I could only gently stroke her back.

"Originally... I thought things would just pass like that... For the first few days he was just frowning... After a few days he seemed to have recovered a bit... Suddenly he told me... he wanted to... have sex with me... But I had just gone through so much... I was in no mood for it and refused him..."

The proprietress sobbed and continued, "Who knew... From then on he completely ignored me... He drank all day... hung out with the customers... Business was completely empty those few days... I went up to persuade him... but he... he got angry and hit me... saying that I was his husband... why should he only let the orcs have sex with him... have sex with him... but not let him touch me..."

The proprietress seemed to be struggling to recall every detail and word her boss used at the time, trying to completely free herself from this memory.

"Then he was at the tavern... on the table where the orc had violated me that night... he pinned me down on the table... in front of so many people... he lifted my skirt... and... he just... he fucked me... sob..."

"While he was fucking me... he kept asking me... if I was even better... I had absolutely no strength to resist... until he ejaculated inside me... I thought the nightmare was over... so I just lay there crying..."

The proprietress was crying with tears streaming down her face. I wanted to stop her from continuing, but I was afraid that things wouldn't be over until she vented.

"Who knew a villager would run up to him and ask... if he could... have sex with me... he'd pay for it... and he agreed without even thinking... the man gave him some money and came over to grope me... I fought back desperately, but more and more people joined in... in the end I was pinned to the floor... men kept climbing on top of me... until I felt like my chest was being torn apart... my genitals were completely numb... but they kept twitching instinctively... I thought I was going to die there..."

"I wish I had died there... the next day he tied me up in the wine cellar... and men kept coming in to vent their lust on me... most of them were villagers I often saw... I never imagined that these usually kind men would... be so cruel to vent their lust on me... completely ignoring my feelings... constantly... constantly ejaculating that disgusting, filthy semen... inside me..."

"I've decided to die... As soon as he lets go of me... I'll take him down with me... Waaah... You know what happened next... I have absolutely no idea what to do now... I don't know where else to go besides here..."

This was indeed a troublesome matter. Although I wanted to say that she could come with me, I didn't say it. Firstly, the landlady was currently traumatized and unable to make a rational judgment. Secondly, Anya's situation was at a critical juncture; her life or death was still uncertain. I couldn't possibly take the landlady to her death. Of course, there was also some selfishness involved. I was wandering around alone without a fixed abode, and having someone with me wasn't very convenient.

"You can stay here with me for now. We'll think of a solution slowly. You should rest a bit more!"

The landlady looked at me gratefully, wiped away her tears, and nodded. Despite being much older than me, the landlady leaned against me like a little girl. Her soft body exuded a faint fragrance, and just holding her was very comfortable. Before I knew it, we had fallen asleep.

(After a long time)

"Ah!"

I was startled awake by a sudden scream. The landlady was still in my arms, and she was also woken up by my sudden jerk. The sound came from outside the hotel. I got out of bed and stretched my limbs; my whole body was a little sore and numb. The landlady seemed to notice and looked at me apologetically.

Jessica pushed open the door and came in first. The two of us looked at each other and nodded. Jessica's room happened to be facing away from the source of the sound, so she ran to my room to see what was going on. The two of us looked out the window. The sky was already faintly bright, but what was displayed in the morning light was an unusual scene.

A bull-demon was chasing civilians, its claws and mouth covered in blood, indicating that someone had already died at its hands. Bull-demons are high-level monsters deep in the northern plateau, with the head of a bull and the body of a human, much taller than orcs. Normally, bull-demons possess some basic intelligence and do not usually attack others, but this bull-demon was completely insane, frantically chasing its prey.

Putting aside the considerable distance between the northern highlands and Catherine, how could a bull demon possibly bypass the guards' sight and enter the city? Had someone smuggled him in? Jessica and I hurried downstairs to give chase, only to find the innkeeper leaning against the door in a panic, muttering something to himself.

The innkeeper was an ordinary old man in his seventies, not particularly noticeable. As Jessica and I approached, we heard him talking to himself.

"It's over... Kassaran is finished... Kassaran's doom is coming... It's all over!"

Jessica shook the innkeeper, her hands on his shoulders. "Wake up, old man, what happened?"

The innkeeper snapped out of his daze, saw it was the two of us, and said in horror, "The seal has been broken... The seal of the Bloodthirsty Mine has been broken!"

Chapter 16 Bloodthirsty Mine

Hearing about the mine made me feel like something was wrong. Although I wanted to ask more, stopping the bull demon was the priority. Besides, the innkeeper's mental state wasn't very stable, so Jessica and I chased after it.

That bull demon was really fast. Jessica and I ran for two streets without even catching a glimpse of it. Just then, the town's clock tower rang. The rapid rhythm of the bell warned people of the impending danger. I decided not to waste any more time and quickened my pace, slowly putting distance between myself and Jessica. Finally, at the corner of the third street, I saw the bull demon's figure.

Several other people were beside the bull demon, all clearly possessing special abilities. A half-orc warrior charged forward, wielding a giant axe. The bull demon, however, made no attempt to dodge, instead sidestepping and meeting the axe blade with his arm. The axe began to dig into the flesh, and blood gushed from the cut—black blood, no less. But then, the axe stopped short of penetrating the flesh, startling the half-orc!

With such a defenseless attack, the half-orc should have severed at least one of the bull demon's arms, yet for some reason, the axe seemed unable to penetrate any further. It seemed this bull demon was no ordinary monster, and the black blood only fueled suspicion. Without hesitation, the bull demon turned its head towards the half-orc, its large, blood-red eyes fixed on him. It then reached out to grab him, only to have two arrows pierce its palms.

The bull-demon swung its arm, and the orc, whose axe was stuck in its flesh, couldn't let go in time and was thrown out, crashing into the archer not far away. Taking advantage of the moment, I ran to a short distance away, grabbed a handful of stones, and hurled them. The bull-demon had its back to me, and several stones quickly pierced its back, splattering out a spray of black blood. They

hadn't even pierced through! Just how thick was this bullhide? The bull-demon roared in agony, turning to attack its attacker, but I was already in front of it. Its massive, dark shadow, a full meter taller than me, was still quite imposing, but it was precisely this imposing presence that forced me to act even faster.

When it saw me, I drew my elven sword and swung it with all my might. With a roar, its entire head was chopped off, black blood gushing out like a fountain, some splashing directly into my still-open mouth. A stench assaulted my throat, and I felt a tightness in my chest, almost vomiting.

The headless body thrashed instinctively. I hadn't expected it to move, and I was suddenly slapped away, thinking my butt was going to get a beating. But instead, my back bumped into something soft. Someone had caught me from behind. Turning around, I saw it was Jessica, who had caught up. My back and those large breasts were pressed tightly together, which felt incredibly comfortable.

The bull demon's body thrashed a few times before collapsing. I thought to myself, thank goodness it was just a reflex; if it hadn't died, things would have been much more difficult. The other ability users gathered around the corpse. Jessica blushed and let go of me, walking over with me. There lay the headless bull demon, black blood gushing from the wounds, emitting a putrid stench. Jessica frowned.

A human looked at the large holes in the bull's back and turned to me, saying...

"Young man, what kind of weapon is that? It's so powerful, leaving so many holes?"

I smiled awkwardly, thinking to myself, "Would you believe it if it were a rock?" Seeing that I didn't speak, he sensibly didn't ask any further questions, assuming I didn't want to.

"How is this bull demon so powerful? Those two impact arrows I fired just now, even if they didn't shatter its hand, should have easily pierced through it. Why did they only pierce the arrowheads?"

The archer from before also noticed the problem. This bull demon was definitely suspicious. Several people looked at each other around the corpse, wondering what was going on. Because of the bell that had just rung, more people gathered around, all trying to see what had happened.

The guards, who had been missing for the past two days, suddenly appeared. Due to the hunting competition, the guards had been mostly absent from the city. A burly human male led the way, pushing his way to the front.

"Make way, make way." This seemed to be the captain of the guards; he was tall and strong but looked somewhat nonchalant.

"What's going on? What kind of monster is this?"

Now, even the Bull Demon didn't know, and no one around him paid him any attention, just shaking their heads. Feeling embarrassed, he was about to lash out when a voice came from behind the crowd.

"It's the Bull Demon." The crowd parted to make way for an old man who looked to be in his seventies or eighties, who stepped forward. He was unfamiliar with

the man. "Oh...it's the mayor. I know it's the Bull Demon. I was just asking where it came from." The guard captain said with a smile, but the mayor didn't smile; his face darkened.

"It seems the seal on the Bloodthirsty Mine has been broken..." The guard captain looked puzzled.

"What? What mine?"

"Notify everyone in the town. From now on, a curfew is in effect. Stay home and await further instructions. I'm going to inform the Grand Church." Hearing the mayor's words, the captain knew things had become serious.

"Such a big deal? Does it have to involve the Grand Church?"

The Grand Church is the central hub of ordinary churches. Churches exist in every country, and even some other races have extensive church branches. They generally don't get involved in politics, but they influence the balance of power among nations. It seems things have indeed become quite serious.

"Everyone, please disperse quickly. The situation in town is urgent. Please try not to go out. I will have the guards post any announcements on the bulletin board and distribute copies to each household."

Judging from the situation, today's exhibition day is probably canceled. However, the crowd didn't obediently disperse. They were all whispering and discussing among themselves. The mayor ignored them and walked out of the crowd with his cane. But the crowd only grew larger, and various opinions began to emerge.

"I know about that Bloodlust Mine. I heard it's inhabited by a group of terrifying monsters."

"I heard the cave leads to the Carloreston Mountains!"

"Don't talk nonsense. I heard that a long time ago, Catheran was a very prosperous town, all because of this Bloodlust Mine. It used to be called something like the Mine of Miso something, named for its abundance of Miso crystals. I heard the minerals inside were exceptionally rich for some reason, but as mining increased, the cave was dug deeper and deeper until it reached a huge cavern."

"See? It connects to the Carloreston Mountains."

"Don't interrupt!" someone nearby complained to the person obsessed with the Carloreston Mountains.

"It is said that there are some kind of magic stones or something in that cave, which are stimulating the growth of the surrounding substances, minerals and monsters. The mining team was massacred, and the monsters, smelling the blood, kept crawling out from the depths. Catheran was annihilated, but it attracted a large number of adventurers who wanted to explore it. However, they only heard that people went in but no one came out. In the end, the Grand Church sent a team of archmages who sacrificed themselves to finally seal the cave from the inside."

Upon hearing this, some people around suddenly perked up, seemingly sensing the presence of treasure within the cave. Others quietly slipped away, whether to seek refuge at home or prepare for an adventure, I

couldn't tell. I turned to look at Jessica; she was deep in thought, her brow furrowed. I had a pretty good idea of what was going on. This sudden change might disrupt the Thorn Corporation's gathering, and missing this opportunity might mean losing track of Princess Anlia.

"By the way, where's this mine?"

"I think it's in the woods behind the arena."

Hearing this, I was startled. Could it be… could it be that I accidentally broke the entrance to that cave? The more I was reminded, the more likely it seemed. Oh no, I've gotten myself into big trouble. Luckily, no one else knows, or I'd probably be skinned alive.

"Don't tell me! One day I thought I saw someone rushing out of the woods!" I was startled again. What a coincidence! I tugged at Jessica, deciding to leave this dangerous place quickly before we were recognized. Jessica, preoccupied, didn't say much and followed me out of the crowd. Knowing her concerns, I said,

"Go back and inform Anya first. Don't let her worry too much. Why don't you take the landlady and Anya to the slums together? There are more of you, so you can look after each other. Don't worry, I'll go find Cassie and ask about the situation."

Jessica looked at me gratefully, nodded, and ran towards the hotel. I stood there, unsure where to go. Although I was going to find Cassie, I really didn't know where his hideout was. Today's exhibition was probably canceled. Suddenly, I remembered the address he gave the fairy when we were transporting equipment. I hadn't paid much attention to it then, and now I regretted it. Based on my vague memory, it seemed to be in the North District.

I couldn't remember for the moment, so I could only try to recall as I walked. I headed towards the North District, a more bustling residential area I didn't usually visit. A small river separated the South and North Districts, and occasionally I'd see couples strolling on the small bridge on my way to the square.

Once in the North District, I started wandering around aimlessly. The people here didn't seem to have an early-rising habit, and the clock tower was quite far away. There were hardly any people on the streets, only the occasional person peeking out of a window. I wandered around for ages without finding Cassie's hideout, cursing myself for being so forgetful. Suddenly, I spotted that familiar figure at a corner of an alley.

Cassie was walking about fifty meters ahead of me, with another person beside him. This person's back also looked familiar; it was clearly the mayor I'd just met. So Cassie's claim of being a resident of the town wasn't false. The two seemed to know each other well; no wonder he dared to act so recklessly in town. I quietly followed behind, wanting to see what they were up to.

Chapter 17 The Church

"Really? Is it that serious?"

"Yes, the seal has obviously been broken by someone. That black blood is definitely it."

"What about the hunting competition?"

"It can only be temporarily suspended. Once the Grand Church is notified, they will definitely send people to clean the cave. This time it won't be a simple seal. Recently, there has been a fierce power struggle within the church. They will definitely get credit for this incident." "

There's no need to suspend it..."

Cassie was obviously reluctant to suspend the competition, after all, there was a free show to watch. The mayor said with dissatisfaction.

"What do you know? This suppression definitely won't just involve the church. After all, the Bloodlust Mine incident caused quite a stir back then, and many high-ranking officials are also eager to explore what's inside the cave. The Holy Knights will definitely be mobilized as well. They are directly under the king. If they run into the Hunting Tournament, who knows what will happen? I've heard that this year's knight captains are quite upright, so we can't let haste ruin everything!"

As they spoke, they arrived at the church. I've never believed in gods or demons, so this was my first time visiting a church in Catheran. What the villagers said was true; Catheran must have been prosperous in the past. You can tell from the scale of the arena and the church. The church is about ten meters high, with exquisite reliefs and is entirely built of white jade, making it appear holy and solemn. Cassie pushed open a small door next to him, letting the mayor go in first, and then followed him a few steps later, closing the door behind him.

I waited outside for a while, then heard their voices gradually drifting through the hall. I gently opened the small door and slipped inside. The two of them had already reached the front of the hall, where a huge statue of the goddess Sioux stretched out her arms in an embracing gesture. At the goddess's feet was an altar, and standing before the altar was a nun in a long black robe trimmed with exquisite gold.

The nun looked to be about twenty-eight years old, with a beautiful face that carried an air of holiness. Her light blonde hair was styled in a bun, making her look even more capable, and a crucifix lay quietly on her full breasts.

"Grandpa, you've come..."

The mayor nodded. The nun glanced at Cassie disdainfully, then smiled at the mayor. So she was the old man's granddaughter.

"Let's talk in the inner room."

The mayor raised his chin and pointed to a small door on the side of the altar. The nun nodded and led the way.

"Why does Miss Boris dislike me so much? I haven't done anything wrong,"

Cassie said deliberately in an exaggerated tone. The nun and the mayor ignored him and went into the room. Once they were inside, I couldn't see anything anymore, but then I noticed that the upper part of the room's wall was decorated with openwork carvings. So I double-jumped onto the high beam, where I could see into the room through the gaps. The room, which wasn't large, was clean and tidy. There was a desk and a small bed, and it seemed that the nun lived there.

"Since things have come to this, why did the old man have to personally call me to the church to tell me?"

Cassie was clearly asking a question in return. The mayor coughed deliberately, showing that he was already exhausted.

"Look at me, I'm so old, and my body is failing me..."

Cassie smiled, knowing that there was more to come, and deliberately chuckled. "Don't say that, the old man is in good health. He was exercising with me the other day."

The mayor saw that Cassie was just being perfunctory and stopped beating around the bush. "Actually, there's another thing I need your help with that I called you here today."

"Oh? I can help you with something, old man?"

"I heard that a fourth-level elder position has become vacant at the Grand Church. Before I die, I'd like to visit the Grand Church. I also heard that a high-ranking member of the Grand Church has come to Catheran with the Thorn Consortium. I just want you to pass on a message."

Hearing about the Thorn Consortium, I perked up. I didn't expect that this consortium would have all sorts of people.

"Well... although I could get in... but that's a big shot after all..."

Cassie looked hesitant, slowly approached the nun, and directly touched her breasts, startling the nun. She glared at him and slapped his hand away.

"Ah!"

Cassie cried out in pain.

"Since Miss Polis doesn't welcome me, I'd better leave!"

Turning around as if to leave, the mayor was clearly in a hurry.

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry, Bolis, why are you treating your brother Cassie like this!"

Bolis stomped her foot angrily, then remained silent. Cassie smiled and turned around again, this time cupping the nun's large breasts with both hands from below, while uttering lewd words.

"Oh... what wonderful big breasts, Miss Bolis, they must be at least an E cup, right? They seem to have gotten even bigger. Let your brother Cassie rub them for you."

As he spoke, he vigorously kneaded and played with her tender breasts, his fingers constantly digging into her black uniform. The nun just bit her lip, glaring angrily at her grandfather sitting opposite her, clenching her small fists in protest. The mayor, on the other hand, watched calmly as Cassie's large hands wantonly squeezed and played with his granddaughter's breasts.

"Oh... I miss these breasts so much. It's been half a year since I let them see my little brother. Let me take a good look at them."

With that, he ripped open her clothes, the buttons snapping off with force. The nun let out a muffled groan, clearly startled by the rough action. A pair of soft, large breasts sprang out, covered by a black lace bra. Both were black; the outer robe was so simple and unadorned, while the inner garment was so luxurious and alluring.

Cassie had no time to appreciate the patterns. She ripped off the bra and tossed it aside, then opened her mouth wide and began sucking on one breast, making loud, smacking noises like a starving baby. At the same time, her other hand kneaded and played with the tender flesh.

"...Ah...gently...don't bite...ah..."

Cassie used her tongue to quickly flick the gradually erect nipple, occasionally biting it with her teeth and pulling it back. The nun's nipples were a tender pink, with small areolas and nipples. Sometimes, when Cassie couldn't bite them, she would bite down hard on the breast while still sucking desperately. The nun moaned and groaned as she was tormented, and soon many rows of teeth marks were left on that breast.

"Come on, let me see the big ass of our town's holy nun!"

Cassie said, forcefully pinching Boris's buttocks and pulling her closer. Boris instinctively struggled, slapping Cassie twice, but the force was so light it seemed like a coquettish plea. Cassie knew she was distracted by the suction, chuckled, and turned the nun around, pressing her waist forward. The nun, following the force, braced herself against her desk.

Cassie lifted her robe and pulled it up over the nun's back, revealing her full, white buttocks, which appeared incredibly lewd as the nun shyly writhed. Her panties and bra were a set, black lace tightly embracing her holy area, and a garter belt bound her waist. The nun was dressed entirely in black, but at this moment, she had absolutely nothing to do with holiness.

"Oh, I never imagined our holy nun would dress so alluringly underneath. Is this how you relieve the people's troubles every day?"

Cassie deliberately emphasized the word "troubles." Although she couldn't see Boris's face clearly, her trembling voice revealed her anger.

"Don't talk nonsense! This is just my hobby!"

"Oh, so our nun has such a lewd hobby. Look at that big white ass wiggling, is she looking for this?"

Cassie said excitedly, thrusting her hips forward. Even through the layer of pants and thin underwear, her penis was clearly already hard, causing Boris to tremble and let out a comfortable moan.

"...Ah...you bastard..."

Cassie pulled down her underwear and grabbed her two plump buttocks, squeezing them together. The flesh of her buttocks actually enveloped Cassie's penis through her pants. Cassie breathed a comfortable sigh and began to move up and down.

"...Ah...Why is it like this...Rubbing against my pants...It's so uncomfortable..."

Cassie completely ignored her, stubbornly thrusting her hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks with force. After thrusting like this for dozens of times, Cassie finally pulled her hips back, revealing that her pants were already soaked, with several strands of vaginal fluid pulled out from the nun's vagina and attached to Cassie's pants.

"Haha, our nun is in heat, she looks so holy but she's like a bitch in heat!"

"...I'm not a bitch...I was forced...Goddess Saiou will forgive me..."

"Haha, of course Goddess Saiou will forgive you, because Goddess Saiou also likes to be fucked by a big cock like this!"

In the blink of an eye, Cassie pulled out her erect penis, thrust her waist forcefully, and pounded into the nun's already overflowing vagina. Boris, hearing Cassie's lewd behavior towards his goddess, was about to retort but was shoved into a soft moan by the forceful thrust.

"...Ah...no...ah...slower...ah...no...don't go so fast..."

Cassie thrust in and began pumping vigorously without hesitation. Polica was rocked back and forth, her large breasts swaying violently, occasionally hitting the edge of the table with a thud. Her vagina was constantly secreting fluids, which splattered everywhere with each thrust. The grandfather sitting opposite her also pulled out his own penis and rubbed it with his hand.

"Haha, Sister, you're not a virgin! Are you satisfied with my cock? Are you enjoying it?"

"...Ah...ah...oh...no...don't ask me...ah...woo...how could this...feel good..."

"So many villagers come here to pray every day, and you, so holy, actually like being fucked. What will they think if they knew what you're like now?"

Cassie continued his mental assault on Polica while rapidly thrusting his large penis into her plump vagina.

"You must be hoping every day that the villagers under the altar will suddenly rush up and pin you down on the altar to fuck your cunt! To let your goddess also see your slutty cunt being penetrated by an ugly cock! Look! Even your grandfather is hard because of your lewd appearance!"

Boris looked at the mayor, and sure enough, her grandfather was stroking her cock, his eyes fixed on her swaying breasts. This wasn't the first time her grandfather had let Cassie take advantage of her, but at least each time her grandfather wouldn't let Cassie cross the final line. Half a year ago, her grandfather begged her all night about the mayor's re-election before he let Cassie insert that ugly cock between her breasts. And this time, her grandfather hadn't even told her beforehand.

Seeing her grandfather's ugly state, Boris's vaginal walls tightened noticeably. Cassie was very happy with her discovery, and she thrust even harder, her hands on the nun's waist, forcefully twisting the nun's direction. Boris was caught off guard by the sudden twisting force and almost fell over without the support of the table. Fortunately, the hands on her waist held on firmly.

Cassie continued to vigorously pound on Boris as she walked forward. Boris, moaning and groaning from the intense pleasure, was completely disoriented and could no longer discern the situation. She could only moan and groan lewdly. Suddenly, she grabbed something with both hands. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was her grandfather's knees, his ugly penis erect right in front of her.

"...Ah...Grandpa...don't do this...put your pants on..."

But then, her grandfather suddenly grabbed her head and slammed it down. Her granddaughter opened her mouth in surprise, only to have his large penis thrust inside her.

"...Ugh...ugh...ugh...uh...uh...ugh..."

Boris tried to shake her head to break free but was completely helpless. She hadn't expected her elderly grandfather to still have this strength. She could only let her small mouth continue to be filled with his foul-smelling penis. The familiar, warm scent of her grandfather was now so shameful.

"Oh, my good granddaughter, your little mouth is so warm. Grandpa has long wanted to try kissing your little mouth when you're awake."

"Haha, old man, what do you mean by that?"

Cassie obviously sensed something was off. The mayor was taken aback and realized he had let something slip. He couldn't take it back, so he just said it out loud.

"Hehe... Sometimes I would put some sleeping pills in her dinner... This little girl is a heavy sleeper, and a little sleeping pills would make her faint... The first time I didn't dare to fuck her... Oh... I ejaculated right into her little mouth... Oh... Later I found that she didn't react... so I just fucked her tender little cunt directly... Ha..."

Boris's eyes widened, unable to believe what he had just heard. No wonder he sometimes woke up with aches all over his body. He never expected that it was his grandfather, that beast.

"Grandpa, you're so lucky! This little hole is really tender. You've always kept it from me, so you've been keeping it all to yourself."

"Haha, her asshole is even better. Every time she's unconscious, when I fuck her asshole, she moans and groans like she's awake. I love fucking her tender chrysanthemum the most."

Under the repeated mental torture, coupled with Cassie's increasingly vigorous fucking, Boris finally couldn't help but tremble and ejaculate. Streams of vaginal fluid gushed out of her tender hole. Although she wanted to scream, her mouth was stuffed full by her grandfather's penis, and she could only make muffled sounds. Her hands weakly gripped her grandfather's thighs, and her body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably.

"Haha... Our nun actually climaxed... She climaxed while her own grandfather's big cock was fucking her little mouth... Goddess Sai must be proud of you... I really want the whole town to see your slutty climax... Hahahaha... Nun, my foot... Bitch... From now on, you'll be reciting scriptures while sucking your grandfather's cock... Hahahaha..."

Boris was utterly humiliated, and what was even more hateful was that she had no reason to refute him. She was indeed sucking her grandfather's cock at this moment. Was it really as Cassie said, that she was just a bitch, and perhaps her divine duty was to let the villagers fuck her cunt one by one?

Cassie and the mayor were like teammates who had fought together for many years, cooperating perfectly. In a moment, the mayor lay on the ground, letting Boris lie on top of him, his big cock inserted into his granddaughter's honey hole, while Cassie knelt behind him and thrust his cock hard into the nun's anus.

After laying Boris down on the bed, Cassie pulled the nun's buttocks to the edge of the bed and stood below, vigorously thrusting his penis in and out of the nun's tender anus. Meanwhile, the mayor sat on his granddaughter, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them together, letting her soft, white flesh tightly envelop his penis, allowing him to manipulate it at will.

"The old man was right... our nun's sacred anus is indeed extraordinary... even more sucking than her cunt... oh... it's coming again... oh... oh..."

Cassie tightly gripped Boris's slender waist, pulling her closer to him, while he forcefully thrust his large penis completely into the nun's anus, pressing hard, her buttocks contracting from time to time, indicating that he was ejaculating his hot semen into this sacred asshole.

"Ah...ah...again...it's inside again...ah...oh...I'm defiled again..."

This was the second time Cassie had ejaculated inside Boris's anus. He seemed a little tired, pulling his limp penis out of his anus, and a thick stream of milky white semen spurted out with a "plop." Cassie smiled, pinched the plump white buttocks hard with his hand, and slumped into the chair next to him.

"...Ah...Grandpa...don't do it anymore...my breasts are so sore from being rubbed...please let me go...um..."

Hearing his granddaughter say this, the mayor actually stopped and got off the bed. Boris breathed a sigh of relief, his thighs still open in an M-shape, seemingly too weak to close. His tender anus was not fully closed, and he closed his eyes, seemingly wanting to rest for a while.

Suddenly, his ankles were grabbed, and before he could react, his legs were lifted high and bent towards him. Boris looked at his grandfather's lewd smile through his legs in panic.

"...Grandpa, please...don't torture me anymore...why have you become like this...go away, my loving grandpa...ah..."

The mayor completely ignored his granddaughter's pleas, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, stood on the edge of the bed, and thrust his enormous penis, which was disproportionate to his age, into her tender vagina. He began to vigorously fuck her. Unexpectedly, even though this old man was so old, his penis lasted longer than that of the young Cassie.

"Ha...good granddaughter...Grandpa is loving you now...oh...a sober cunt is so much better to fuck...good granddaughter, Grandpa will love you every day from now on..."

Boris lay there in despair, her sacred uniform torn and disheveled, her once-pinched hair now scattered on the bed. She couldn't resist two men stronger than her, she couldn't even resist the pleasure coming from her lower body. She was being raped, yet she was experiencing pleasure. She really was just a bitch in heat.

"Speaking of Cassie... what I'm talking about... when will you... hehe..."

Cassie was still sitting there resting, looking up at the old mayor who was constantly thrusting his hips into his granddaughter's honey pot, her breasts swaying back and forth from the thrusting. He swallowed, regretting that his own penis hadn't recovered yet.

"Don't worry, old man, the Thorn Corporation has a gathering tonight. Look how many times I've ejaculated on our nun, she'll definitely focus on serving you tonight."

Cassie kept using the word "nun" to provoke Boris, and when I heard Cassie say this, I frowned. This kid didn't even tell me, what's he up to?

"Haha, let me tell you something else."

Cassie revealed a smug smile.

"Yesterday, a VIP from the Thorn Consortium came and sent a group of people to greet him. I was also called along, and I had the honor of seeing the legendary Princess Anlia."

"Oh... the princess of Yula Kingdom... Oh... so tight... whew..."

"That's right... truly top-notch! Those big breasts are so white and tender! It's a pity that the VIP was so stingy. It's rare for the consortium to offer such a good reward, but he took it to his room to enjoy it all by himself, not even letting us have a glimpse of it." "

Oh... it's hard for people like us to encounter such high-class goods... just give up... Oh... my dear granddaughter... your cunt is sucking me so good..."

"Hmph... that's true... but Princess Anlia reminded me of someone else... hehe... if I'm not mistaken... the Thorn Consortium has already taken that person down... they promised to let me have a good fuck of that little elf's tender cunt."

Hearing this, I was shocked! Could it be that Cassie recognized Anya!

Chapter 18 Bloodbath

I ran all the way to the inn, but couldn't find the landlady and Anya. They seemed to have gone to the slums, or perhaps been captured? My unease grew, and I quickly ran towards the slums. Before I even reached the house, I could already hear the sounds of fighting coming from nearby. I

finally reached the house after passing through the alley. Sure enough, a fight had broken out at the door. The Thorn Corporation seemed surprised by the large number of people present. Perhaps Cassie had only given me the information that I was the only one protecting Anya. The three men in gray cloaks were clearly from the Thorn Corporation; one of them already had a cut on his arm.

Jessica's situation was worse. Four or five people were already lying on the ground, with bloodstains everywhere. Daisy was kneeling there, clutching her stomach, seemingly hit, but not bleeding—probably kicked. Jessica's shirt was torn, revealing a patch of tender breast flesh, thankfully without serious injury.

Helen glared angrily at the three men, holding a huge iron hammer disproportionately large to her. One of the cloaked men spoke.

"Tsk tsk, that kid's information was really inaccurate. But that's fine, it proves the news is true. I didn't expect there to be so many pretty girls. Let's catch some alive, brothers. I'm going to fuck that little loli's tender cunt hard later, hehe."

"You really like little girls, huh? But that girl's got big breasts, she might be a pro in bed. You might die on that little cunt later, haha."

The three men were completely confident of victory, not taking Jessica and her group seriously at all. Jessica was provoked and charged forward. The girl's temper was indeed bad; the two chains shot out even faster, directly piercing through one of the men's cloaks.

"Gotcha!"

Jessica smiled triumphantly, swinging the chains with both hands, trying to cut the man with her scythe. But the chains didn't swing out. The man smiled, stretched out his hands that were gripping the chains from under the cloak, and then suddenly pulled. Before Jessica could react, she was pulled away by the enormous force. She quickly let go but was still thrown forward several meters before stopping abruptly.

The man was already in front of Jessica, his hands swiftly reaching into the tear in her clothes, grabbing her ample breasts forcefully. Then, he ripped her top open completely, her two enormous breasts sprang free, exposed to the crowd. Some of the male guards stared wide-eyed.

"Haha, nice breasts! Did your master squeeze them to make them this big?"

At this moment, Diakia charged forward, wielding her twin swords, attempting to take down the man in one blow while he was distracted. The blades were about to pierce his head, but stopped a centimeter away, unable to advance any further. Diakia herself floated in the air, seemingly sealed by something. Another cloaked man stretched out one hand towards Diakia, clearly the one behind it all, Chris said, frowning.

"It's a Void Lock spell, at least a mid-level Archmage's spell. He didn't even need to chant it. These guys are powerful! Be careful!"

The first man, seeing Diaja locked in front of him, had no reason to let her go. He reached out to grab her breasts, but Jessica, ignoring her exposed bosom, shot two short daggers from her sleeve at the man. Startled, the man quickly used Wind Walk to dodge behind her.

"This little girl has quite a few weapons hidden on her. Should I hide my greatsword in your little cunt too?"

The cloaked man, wounded, suddenly turned around, only to find me behind him. Before he could even extend his hand from his cloak, my blade was already piercing his back, the tip protruding from his chest. His eyes showed a hint of disbelief. Although I didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately, these guys were all formidable. A direct attack wouldn't have been good, so in this situation, I had no choice but to strike first.

The archmage was startled and teleported away. I guessed his direction and threw a handful of pebbles in that direction, hoping to hit one. Sure enough, the archmage appeared ten meters to his right a second later, just as a pebble struck him. The pebble pierced his throat, and he collapsed to his knees before he could even utter a sound.

The man beside me struggled to grab me, but I swung my blade upwards, slicing his upper body in two as easily as cutting through mud. Blood splattered everywhere, instantly turning me into a blood-soaked mess. The surviving man

knew he had met his match. In the blink of an eye, his two companions were dead at my hands. The smile on his face vanished, replaced by a ferocious glare.

"Brother, you have impressive skills. Why help a fallen princess? Why not join us and enjoy endless money and women? With your abilities, even if you wanted to sleep with her sister, the higher-ups would allow it."

Jessica and her group shuddered at this, realizing the princess was indeed in their hands.

"Oh? What a coincidence. I was just thinking of checking out the party tonight."

Jessica was taken aback when I said that, then realized I was trying to find out the party's location, but the others didn't understand and thought I was trying to betray them. They all raised their weapons and looked at me warily.

"Haha, brother, I'm not stupid. Since you guys are all gathered together, you obviously want to rescue that slut. If I take you there, do you think the conglomerate will let me go?"

"I don't know. I only know that if you don't tell me the location, you'll die here."

The man saw that the conversation had broken down and slowly reached for the long sword at his waist.

"That's not necessarily true. I'm not as weak as those two!"

He said, drawing his sword and charging at me. We both used Wind Walk at the same time. He seemed to have anticipated that I might charge at the same time, but he didn't expect my Wind Walk speed to be much faster. In an instant, we were face to face. But he was clearly a master as well. Although he was surprised, he didn't lose his composure and swung his long sword to cut me.

I swiftly gripped the hilt of his knife, preventing the blade from getting any closer, and simultaneously thrust my blade at him. He grabbed my wrist at the same time, and we both froze in place. However, unlike before, I wasn't alone.

Diakia was now behind the man. He knew someone was approaching, but with his hands locked, he couldn't move. He twisted and kicked backward, striking Diakia squarely in the stomach. The force of the kick sent her flying, spitting out a mouthful of saliva. Although he blocked the attack, the force in his hand was greatly reduced.

When he turned around, my blade was already embedded in his chin. His eyes were wide open, unable to close again. People's faces showed the joy of victory, excitedly looking at each other, finally turning to me. Jessica didn't laugh; the reason was obvious. Since the man had mentioned a party, and I seemed to not know the location, I had clearly been tricked by Cassie. Missing tonight meant everything was over.

"Cassie's in the church in the North District. Jessica, you and Diaja are warriors, so you're good at concealing your presence. Going there now might lead you to Cassie. Don't let him spot you. Once you've confirmed the meeting location, one of you should come back and let us know,"

Helen asked.

"And you?"

"I need to change. Um, do you think they'll let me in covered in blood? These guys should have meeting passes on them. We'll each take one. Be extremely careful."

The two nodded to me. Helen ran to the corpse, unafraid of the bloodied flesh, and started searching. After a while, she found the crossed broadsword symbol and some gold coins, which she immediately put into her pocket... I picked up the weapon of the person I had dismembered. It was also an elven knife, not too long or too short, and seemed better than the one I had at my waist, so I put it away. I've been carrying a knife around for the past two days, and it's been quite convenient.

After confirming that it was safe outside, Anya came out of the house. Seeing me covered in blood, she ran over worriedly. After understanding the general situation, her eyes became fixed. The opportunity she had been waiting for had finally arrived. I gestured for her to go wash up first, while Jessica quickly changed her clothes and headed towards the church with Diakia.

After washing up, I waited anxiously in the crowd for half an hour. I couldn't afford to make any rash moves and miss Jessica. Finally, after a while, Diakia returned.

"We found that kid. He went into a house in the North District and hasn't come out for a long time. Jessica is guarding him there."

"Okay, you take me there first, then come back later with the other guards. Leave two people to protect Princess An... Celia."

"I want to go too! I have to go!"

Anya said earnestly. I thought about it for a moment, and it seemed pointless to persuade her, so I nodded.

"Keep a low profile and don't attract unnecessary attention. The town isn't safe right now; we never know what might happen."

Having finalized the plan, Diakia and I headed towards the north district. After running for ages, we finally arrived at a house, but Jessica wasn't there. Had she already gone inside? Diakia looked at me anxiously.

"She must have gone in first. Go back and bring the others. When you get there, don't rush in. Hide outside. You'll see my signal when the time is right."

Diakia nodded and went back the way she came. I stood in the alleyway, surveying the surroundings. The house was large and in a rather secluded location, very similar to the previous residence. The leopard-man standing at the door confirmed that this was the gathering place. I tried to act naturally and walked forward.

When I reached the door, the leopard-man looked me up and down. We stared at each other for a long time without saying a word. The leopard-man frowned.

"This is a private place. Get out of here if you don't have anything to say."

I was taken aback. I had forgotten to take my badge, so I took it out of my pocket. When the leopard-man saw me take out the badge, he nodded apologetically and opened the door to let me in.

Upon entering the room, there was a dimly lit corridor. Light came from the end of the corridor, along with faint moans and excited shouts from the audience. The moans were particularly clear and melodious, making me shudder. Who was making such lewd noises? Filled with curiosity, I walked towards the hall.

Upon entering the hall, the intense light was still difficult to adjust to at first. Once my eyes adjusted, I could finally see the entire hall. Its layout was similar to the previous gathering place, but noticeably more luxurious. The walls were still adorned with oil lamps inlaid with cat's-eye stones, illuminating the entire room. The scene in the center of the stage made me gasp.

Anya sat naked on top of a human man, her vagina tightly gripping his penis, constantly writhing her slender waist and emitting wanton moans.

"...Ah...so good...the big cock is inside my wet hole...oh...it's making my whole body go numb...Master...touch my breasts...please play with my filthy breasts as much as you like...oh..."

I rubbed my eyes and realized it wasn't Anya. The woman was more mature than Anya, and her hair was a bit darker, pinkish. Her breasts were significantly larger than Anya's D cup, probably an E cup, and they were bumping back and forth with her wanton twisting. Could she be Princess Anlia?

The man obediently reached out and covered her soft breasts from below, kneading them back and forth, constantly rubbing his fingers on her nipples.

"...Mmm...yes...Master's fingers are so amazing...they've made Leah's pussy all wet...oh..."

This was the truth. Leah's pussy was constantly leaking juices, and the man's entire lower body was soaked. As Leah's buttocks rose and fell, they made a "splish-splish" sound.

"Damn, this is the princess of Yula Kingdom. She's so fucking slutty. I really want to shoot a few times into that pussy!"

"...Ah...yes...Leah is a slut...Leah likes big cocks to fuck my cunt...so good...ah..."

Leah kept sitting on the man's lap, rising and falling. After a while, she seemed to get tired of it. She spread her legs and squatted down on the ground. She put her hands on the man's abdomen and began to slap the man's genitals hard with her buttocks, making a loud "slap-slap" sound.

"...Oh...so good...Master's big cock is so good...it's inside Leah's flower core...oh..."

Anlia wore a black collar around her neck, looking like a female dog, her tongue slightly sticking out, her eyes glazed as she swallowed the man's big cock with her honey hole.

"...Oh...you lowly princess...I want to shoot into your little mouth..."

Anlia's face showed a wanton smile, her buttocks slapping the man rapidly, then she got up, turned around, and knelt down on the man's genitals, sucking on his big cock with a "smack smack" sound, each time seemingly sucking the cock into her throat, while her big buttocks swayed unsatisfiedly in front of the man's face.

The man picked up a transparent dildo from the side. Inside the dildo were some incredibly strong insects; these insects were so powerful that even if you gripped them tightly with your hand, they could still crawl out. These insects feared the dark and would rampage wildly at night. If you were hit by one, it would hurt like being flicked on the finger. The man then inserted the dildo directly into Anya's vagina.

As soon as the dildo went in, a violent change occurred. The insects inside, obviously deprived of light, began to rampage wildly. The dildo started to move like a real person, sometimes thrusting out and sometimes plunging back in, completely erratically. Anya made whimpering sounds as she was being fucked, but because her mouth was full of penis, she couldn't scream.

Suddenly, the man's buttocks began to tremble. His hands grasped Anlia's large, white buttocks, squeezing a mound of flesh tightly in his grasp. Anlia pressed her head firmly against the man's lower abdomen. His large penis was clearly already deep inside the former princess's throat, continuously ejaculating thick, hot semen into her warm, moist opening. Anlia swallowed repeatedly, as if drinking nectar.

After a while, Anlia raised her head, her mouth making a "pop" sound as it left the penis. Then, she extended her soft tongue and carefully cleaned the penis, as if polishing a precious jade artifact.

"Oh! What a slutty princess! The people of Yula must be so happy! The men of Yula were easily defeated because this cunt drained their energy!"

"Haha, I heard the city gates open from the inside. Maybe the men in the city can no longer satisfy that cunt!"

The man lay there for a while, then picked up a small, transparent bead, about the size of a finger joint, containing two brute-force insects. He inserted it directly into Anlia's anus. Anlia lay there with her buttocks raised high, the huge dildo still relentlessly thrusting in and out, vibrating rapidly. At the same time, her tender anus occasionally bulged slightly, as if the small ball was ramming around inside.

I looked around. Everyone was unfamiliar. Cassie was staring blankly in a corner, not noticing me there. I didn't see Jessica either. How strange, where could she have gone? There were more guards inside than at the previous gathering, all strong orcs, but fortunately Anya had quite a few men under her command, so the odds of winning should be better. The most unstable factor was the people inside.

I needed to assess the situation first, and find a place to slip out and discuss a plan. So I slipped out of the crowd and began to investigate the room. At that moment, the guards' eyes were all drawn to Anya's lewd performance, and no one noticed my unusual behavior.

I went to several rooms, all with open doors and empty rooms. Strangely, there were no windows, so I couldn't get out, which worried me. But then one room caught my eye. The door to the far end of the room was tightly closed, and it seemed like someone was inside. I strained my hearing and heard a "thump-thump" sound coming from inside.

Who couldn't resist and started doing it so quickly? I decided to skip the performances outside, but the room's location was unusual—it was at the far end of the guest rooms, and there might be a window. So I cautiously approached and gently used a wire to open the locked door. From inside, I heard

a muffled "whooshing" sound, as if something was blocking the sound. Before I could even see the person inside, something on the floor caught my eye

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Chapter 19 The Banquet

Opening the door, my gaze was first drawn to a dagger on the floor. It had a curved willow leaf engraved on it—a familiar sight, a hidden weapon bearing the emblem of the Yula Kingdom. I was startled and looked towards the bed.

I saw a demonic man pinning a woman to the bed. The woman's upper body was lying face down, her body sunken into the blankets, so I couldn't see who it was. Her mouth seemed to be gagged, and her hands were tied behind her back. The demonic man spread her legs apart, his hands kneading her plump buttocks. A huge penis was thrusting vigorously into her vagina, each thrust drawing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid.

"Haha, so tight, you're not used to being fucked, I thought you were a virgin at first."

The woman struggled violently, but was no match for the Night Demon's strength. She made continuous "woo-woo" sounds, seemingly in protest, but this resistance only fueled the Night Demon's possessiveness. He thrust his hips even harder, each stroke pulling his penis directly to the entrance of her tender vagina before plunging it in again, each thrust producing a loud slapping sound.

"Haha, you want it so badly, wriggling your ass so hard."

To the man, the woman's resistance seemed more like an unsatisfied demand. The Night Demon licked his long fingers with his long tongue. My impression of Night Demons is that they are people who have completely elongated their bodies; everything about them looks so long, including their enormous genitals, and of course, their blue skin is the most prominent feature. After licking for a while, the Night Demon placed his fingers against the woman's anus.

"You want it so badly, here you go."

With that, the Night Demon shoved his fingers into the woman's anus. The woman let out a sharp "woo," clearly in pain.

"Haha, I didn't expect this anus to be a virgin."

While continuing to thrust his buttocks, he used his fingers to slide in and out of her anus.

"Oh...so tight...the anus is so sensitive, even the vagina tightens up when I insert it, haha."

The Night Demon was very satisfied with his prey for the night, vigorously thrusting into the woman's two tender holes. Who is this woman? Is she also a subject of the Kingdom of Yula? Should I rescue her while I'm at it? Rescuing one person is already troublesome enough, two people are even more difficult to say. I looked up and around. This room does indeed have windows. It seems I have to subdue this person first.

"Almost done."

The Night Demon pulled out his penis, which was covered in the vaginal fluid, and thrust it against her anus. I was just about to make my move when I heard the man say.

"A short pain is better than a long one! I'll deflower your ass!"

With a "plop," the man thrust his huge cock into the woman's virgin anus. The woman let out a miserable whimper, her head held high. This startled me; it was Jessica!

How could Jessica, with her lack of skill, be subdued so silently? Is this guy strong? But I've been watching from outside for so long, and he hasn't noticed me. While I was thinking, the Night Demon was already excitedly thrusting into Jessica's anus. Jessica's head was still held high, her face covered in tears, her mouth stuffed with what looked like her own underwear, and her huge breasts, now freed, were shaking back and forth with the man's thrusting.

It turned out Jessica had changed her clothes before arriving, which is why I didn't recognize her at first. Now, she was being brutally violated in the anus by a strange alien, tears streaming down her face—whether from humiliation or pain, I couldn't tell—while her former master was now lewdly calling out to a man's penis in the hall. How ironic.

But now that I knew it was Jessica, I couldn't just sit and wait. I reached for my pouch, only to find I'd thrown all the stones. I couldn't alert the guards before rescuing Anlia. After searching around, I couldn't find anything to throw except a piece of wire. So, I carefully aimed it at his head and hurled it forcefully.

The demon man was still lost in the pleasure from Jessica's tight anus, completely unaware of the thin wire. The wire pierced right through his temple without drawing a drop of blood. His body seemed oblivious to the fact that his brain was dead, still vigorously vigorously manipulating Jessica's anus.

I stepped forward and pulled the Night Demon aside. His long penis was pulled out of Jessica's tender virgin anus, making me dizzy. Jessica's hands were bound behind her back, her white, plump buttocks were raised, her anus a round, empty hole, her vagina overflowing with lustful fluids, wetting the floor. Her upper body lay limply on the bed, only able to utter helpless whimpers.

For a moment, I really wanted to pull out my own penis and fuck her hard, but I restrained myself and tried to untie Jessica's ropes. The sudden release of my penis, coupled with the Night Demon's movement, gave Jessica her chance. She thrust backward, but it bumped right into my bulging crotch. Jessica was startled; how could she have bumped into my pants? The Night Demon was clearly naked.

Turning her head, she saw my strange expression. Jessica had pulled away forcefully this time. Although the initial impact felt good, with her plump labia tightly gripping my penis, the subsequent force made me wince in pain, and I quickly reduced my sensation.

At first, she didn't understand what was happening, but then she saw the Night Demon man lying on the ground and roughly understood the situation. She gestured for me to untie the ropes, but the action was a bit strange. Jessica was swaying her plump buttocks, as if she wanted me to fuck her. I had seen too many dramas today, and my rationality was somewhat overwhelmed. I must make it up to Anya after this is over.

I gently used my knife to pry open the ropes. These ropes were not ordinary straw ropes, but were woven from the hair of Red Claw Apes that had been repeatedly soaked in a secret beast oil. Even a half-orc would have a hard time breaking free on his own if bound like this.

Jessica noticed that I was staring at her exposed genitals and breasts, glared at me, straightened her clothes, and I coughed twice, asking...

"This Night Demon doesn't seem that powerful. How did you get subdued by him?"

Jessica's face flushed with shame, clearly not expecting me to witness such a humiliating scene.

"I saw the princess, but I became so...disturbed, searching for another way out of the room, only to find myself caught in his magic circle!"

She reached for her dagger to stab the Night Demon's corpse, but I quickly stopped her.

"Sigh! Aren't you afraid the orcs will smell the blood?"

Hearing my words, Jessica realized she'd been blinded by anger and reluctantly sheathed her dagger.

"Hide the body under the bed first. Go outside and meet up with Diakia to share the situation inside. I'll signal you at the appropriate time."

Jessica nodded, preparing to climb out the window, her steps still a little unnatural.

"Also, keep an eye on Anya, don't let her in. She doesn't want to see her sister like this."

"Yeah, I know..."

After Jessica left, I carefully returned to the hall. Still, no one noticed me. At this moment, Anya was half-lying on the ground, holding the dildo in her hand and rapidly thrusting it in and out of her vagina. Her other hand was playing with her nipples, her slender fingers skillfully pinching and kneading her pink nipples.

"...Mmm...Lia wants it so badly... she wants a hot, big cock to be inserted into her slutty cunt... Ah..."

"Come on! Slutty princess! My big cock is right here!"

The audience below cheered. The man from before sat leisurely in a chair next to her, watching Anya's performance, and then turned to the audience and said,

"We have invited a rare guest to entertain us tonight."

He clapped his hands, and three people came up from behind. Two of them were orcs who pushed a person onto the stage. The person was wearing a hood, and judging from the figure, it was a man. The man gestured, and the orcs removed the hood.

The sudden light caught him off guard, and he stood there squinting. The man appeared to be in his forties or fifties, and his long ears clearly indicated he was an elf.

"This is none other than Quinnis Bavalon, the younger brother of the King of Yura! We are fortunate to have met him on our journey; let us witness this touching moment of family reunion!"

Quinnis finally adjusted to the room's lighting, only to be stunned by the sight before him. A woman lay naked before him, her long, white legs spread wide, revealing her pink, moist vulva. A huge dildo was inserted into her vagina, and the woman was using it to manipulate herself. Her large, white breasts gleamed under the light.

Quinnis swallowed hard, watching the swaying breasts, before slowly recalling the man's words: a time for family reunion? Quinnis's eyes widened suddenly. He couldn't believe his eyes; the wanton woman before him was his dignified and virtuous niece, his brother's beloved darling!

"...Uncle...is it Uncle Quinnis...Uncle, please help me..."

"Anlia! Uncle will get you out of here! He will definitely get you out of here!"

"...Oh...Uncle...help me...use your big cock...fill my little cunt...oh..."

Quinnis was stunned again. He couldn't accept the situation before him. How could his beloved niece have become like this?

"Haha, that's great! Hurry up and fuck her, Quinnis! Let's see how the royal uncle fucks the princess's niece!"

The surrounding crowd cheered. Quinnis's face turned red and white, and he roared,

"Shut up! What have you done to my niece! Anlia! Wake up!"

"Our royal uncle seems a little shy, haha, Your Highness, after such a long time apart, why don't you go and hug your uncle?"

Upon hearing this, Anlia stood up and walked towards Quinnis with her arms outstretched in a hugging gesture. The penis in her cunt twitched twice and fell to the ground.

Quinnis saw his naked niece walking towards him and instinctively backed away, only to bump into the orc behind him. Anlia seized the opportunity to hug Quinnis tightly, her soft breasts pressing against his chest. Quinnis's lower body visibly jerked back, clearly his penis already erect.

"...Uncle's chest is so hot...it's making my breasts so swollen...oh...feel it..."

she said, guiding her uncle's hand to her breasts. Quinnis tried to pull away, but once his hand touched those soft breasts, he couldn't move it, leaving his hand stiffly on his niece's smooth breasts, feeling the warmth. Quinnis had clearly been wandering for a long time since the fall of Yura, and it seemed he hadn't been with a woman in a long time.

"Mmm... Uncle's hands are so big... They're almost going to burst Leah's breasts... Ah..."

Hearing Anlia say this, he really squeezed harder, the soft flesh squeezing out from between his fingers, so white and tender it seemed like it was about to overflow with juice. Quinnis swallowed again, his head unconsciously leaning towards her chest, but then abruptly pulling back.

"No! Anlia! We can't do this! Wake up!"

"...Uncle really wants it... Leah wants it too..."

Accompanied by moans, Anlia's small hand touched Quinnis's already swollen cloak, and she began to stroke his large penis through his pants.

"Ah! Anlia! No!"

The orc behind her pressed Quinnis to the ground, Anlia knelt between Quinnis's legs, slowly pulling down his pants, his penis freed from its restraints, standing erect against Anlia.

"...Hehe...Uncle's big cock is so cute...Mmm..."

Anlia kissed her uncle's cock gently, like kissing a lover, and continued to kiss it, then stuck out her tongue and licked it up and down.

Quinnis shuddered from the licking, his cock rapidly swelling with each thrust, continuously spurting thick semen from the glans for a full half minute, spraying it all over Anlia's body, face, chest, and lower abdomen.

"...Mmm...So much...Lia's favorite semen..."

Then she took her uncle's big cock into her mouth and started stroking it up and down. Quinnis instinctively tried to stop her by holding Anlia's head with his hands, but he couldn't get any strength in, it looked more like he was holding Anlia's head and forcibly performing oral sex.

At this moment, the man walked behind Anlia, put his hands around Anlia's small waist and lifted her buttocks, then half-squatted down and, holding his big cock, thrust it into Anlia's anus.

Anlia let out a soft moan. Quinnis looked up and found himself with a human man, manipulating his niece. The former princess of Yura was now licking his penis like a bitch.

"...Oh...so good...Master is fucking Anlia's ass so good...I want it in front too...um..."

The man chuckled, thrusting and moving forward until Anlia was completely on top of her uncle, while Quinnis was held down by the orc and couldn't move at all.

"...um...Uncle's penis...is touching my pussy...oh...so hot..."

The man grabbed Anlia's waist and pressed down hard. With a "plop," Quinnis's penis disappeared between Anlia's legs.

"...Oh...it's in...Uncle's big cock is in...Master and Uncle are fucking Leah's cunt together..."

Quinnis moaned comfortably as his penis suddenly entered a narrow and warm cunt. The lustful juices flowing from the cunt kept hitting his glans. His hand unconsciously moved upwards, his rough hand caressing his niece's fair and smooth waist. Not only did she not feel disgusted, but she also swayed her waist wantonly.

This was his niece's honey hole, the noble holy land of a princess, which was actually swallowing his ugly cock. The man behind him kept thrusting his buttocks. Quinnis could even feel this neighbor who was only separated by a layer of flesh. Reason was disappearing little by little. Quinnis slowly began to lose his ability to think. The long-lost lust was like a wild beast breaking free of its shackles. His buttocks began to thrust upwards involuntarily, and his big glans thrust into the princess's flower core again and again.

"Ah... Uncle's penis is inside my uterus... Ah... So good... Uncle is so amazing..."

A blurry image kept appearing before her eyes—Anlia's memories from the moment she was born: her brother grinning happily at her, the Queen smiling at the newborn princess in her arms.

Anlia's first words, "Mommy," "Papa," the first time she learned to call her uncle, the first time she stood up with her unsteady gait, the nervous expression before her first class.

"Uncle...look, there are so many butterflies..."

"Uncle...today's lesson was so interesting..."

"Uncle...remember to bring me a present..."

"Ah...Uncle...your penis is so powerful...Lia's cunt is going to be pierced..."

Quinnis's pupils dilated suddenly, feeling a surge of heat about to gush out. The man behind Anlia seemed to have noticed as well, and began to vigorously thrust into the princess's sacred anus. The "slap slap" sound of flesh colliding seemed to ring in his ears. Quinnis's face contorted, and his waist arched high. At the same time, the man behind the princess pressed his big penis firmly into her anus. The two of them simultaneously "plop plop plop" violently ejaculated thick semen into the once delicate jade body of the princess.

"Ah...ah...ah...my uterus and anus...are being filled...so hot...mmm..."

Everyone in the room was watching the three of them climaxing at the same time. The princess's trembling body and swaying breasts were captivating. I knew the time had come. I held the darts I had gotten from Jessica before she left between each of my fingers and threw them with all my might at the nearby guards.

The princess's climax hadn't subsided, and seemingly no one heard the incongruous "whoosh" sound. In an instant, a stench of blood filled the room. Soon, people realized that the increasingly strong stench of blood wasn't coming from the stage, but from the blood-splattered corpses of guards throughout the room.

Panic gripped the crowd. The orc guards, who should have made them feel safe, were dying silently, several of them. Most of the people in the room were powerless nobles who would have cheered loudly if they had seen this scene in the arena, but now their lives were threatened. One by one, they ran towards the door in a panic. Seeing the situation was bad, the man on the stage ordered the guards to pull Anlia away. Quinnis tried to stop him but was kicked aside.

I hurried after her, but a massive axe swept across my path, blocking my way. I quickly drew my twin swords and channeled my energy to parry. With a loud "bang," the weapons clashed, but to my surprise, I felt a tingling numbness in my hands. The orc's axe hadn't bounced off as expected; instead, it had left my hands numb. This was the first person I'd encountered recently who could block an attack from me.

I watched Anlia's figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, my anxious anger surging forth. A spark suddenly flashed from the tip of my sword.

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