【Ruolin's Law of the Devil】(2)

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(II) The Ancestral Home of Rowling
Dewey's caravan was traveling along the road. Clearly, the newly joined female knight had attracted

considerable attention from his colleagues.
"That hot chick yesterday was amazing... I really want to go again..."
"Yeah... damn, those long legs almost crushed me... and that cunt..."
"Damn, where did all these people come from yesterday? I didn't even get to finish one shot before they pulled me out,

I could only hit the wall..."
"Tsk tsk... a female knight... I didn't expect the young master to have this kind of taste... I wonder what it would feel like to have that girl in knight's

attire and go again..."
"What would it feel like? Hehe..." Listening to the whispers of the guards around him, Dewey spat out the straw

he was chewing , looked at the sky, and said loudly, "Everyone, dismount and rest here for a bit, have some water,

eat something, and then continue on your way."
Apart from the few guards assigned to guard duty, the other guards sat together in twos and threes to rest

and drink water .
Old Mad spread a silk cloth on the ground in the shade by the roadside, on which he placed some pastries and water.
A guard helped Dewey down from his horse. Dewey placed Ruolin's magic-dispelling bow and arrows in the saddle, walked to

the shade , and ate a little something at Old Mad's service.
The guards around him rested for a while and began to chat, mostly about Ruolin, their eyes constantly glancing intentionally or

unintentionally at Ruolin's carriage.
Dewey thought for a moment, stood up, and walked towards the carriage. The guards around him looked at their

young master with ambiguous expressions, and some even whistled softly.
"Hey, I say, young master, you don't actually want to ride our 'female knight' here, do you?"
"Here... in the middle of nowhere... hehe..."
"What do you mean, 'in the middle of nowhere'? Haven't you heard of 'car sex'? I bet this carriage will be

shaking ..."...Dewey's guards were all no good. Back in the capital, they only dared

to do things in secret. Now, following Dewey to this remote place, and with Dewey's permission yesterday,

they all slept with Ruolin. Now their true nature was exposed.
Old Mad was also sitting under the tree, watching young master Dewey with great interest.
Dewey pulled back the carriage curtain, and there lay our female knight Ruolin, lying quietly on her side in

the carriage . Her hands and arms were tightly bound behind her back with cowhide, and her long legs were also tightly bound.

The water and food beside her looked untouched.
Ruolin's eyes were closed, her breathing even and gentle. Her breasts rose and fell slowly beneath her breastplate

, her alluring face slightly upturned, clearly in a dream. However, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her legs rubbed together

lightly , as if she were having a wet dream… Looking at the beautiful woman so close to him, Dewey couldn't help but

swallow hard, slowly climbing into the carriage.
Dewey held Ruolin's slender waist, pulling her into his arms. His hands slipped under the hem of her breastplate

, kneading her soft breasts through her bra.
Suddenly, Ruolin cried out softly, "Ah…no…don't do that…I'm going to lose it

…ah…I'm going to die…I'm going to die!"
Dewey was startled, thinking Ruolin had woken up. But upon closer inspection, the female knight had returned to calm; it was

just Ruolin's sleep-talking.
Little slut, still dreaming of being fucked.
Dewey sneered, his hands increasing the pressure of kneading Ruolin's breasts. His mouth captured Ruolin's red lips,

his tongue breaking through her teeth, intertwining with hers, while he continuously swallowed her saliva.
In the quiet carriage, the sounds of their kissing were exceptionally clear.
Dewey's movements grew more intense, one hand reaching down to Ruolin's lower body.
He hadn't expected her to be so wet.
Dewey had barely touched Ruolin's vulva through her underwear when he noticed it was already soaking wet. While
teasing her vulva, Dewey continued his passionate, wet kiss with Ruolin, feeling his penis reaching its limit. 　　Suddenly, Ruolin opened her eyes, seeing Dewey kissing her, and 　　cried out, "Ah!" struggling to escape his embrace. 　　"Hehe, did you rest well, my female knight?" 　　Seeing Ruolin wake up, Dewey leered and pinched the female knight's slightly erect nipple hard: "I didn't expect our female knight to be being fucked by men in her dreams. It seems she wasn't satisfied last night. Should I find some more men to give you some more pleasure? My followers are all very interested in you." 　　"You shameless bastard!!" 　　Ruolin cursed and rammed into Dewey. 　　After a few hours of rest, Ruolin had regained some strength. Although the fiery Ruolin still rammed into Dewey. 　　If Ruolin's hands and feet hadn't been bound, she might have posed a threat to Dewey. Unfortunately, Ruolin's martial arts skills were not high, and now that her limbs were immobilized, she was no match for Dewey. Dewey looked at Ruolin ramming into him, sneered, and grabbed Ruolin's long brown hair. 　　Ruolin felt a pain on her scalp and slowed down. 　　Dewey reached out and 　　slapped Ruolin hard across the face, leaving a red handprint. "You little slut, you dare resist? Believe me, I'll fuck you right now and sell you to the lowest brothel, where you'll be fucked every day !" 　　Dewey said viciously, pressing down on Ruolin's body and slapping her several more times. Ruolin 　　had just been gang-raped yesterday, and her mental state was already unstable. Now, frightened by Dewey, her lips twitched, and she began to sob. 　　Seeing the red handprints on Ruolin's cheeks, Dewey felt a little sorry for her, but still said fiercely, "You little slut, think it over. If you dare to resist me again, I have plenty of ways to make you feel good." 　　Before getting out of the car, Dewey turned back and said, "But don't even think about killing yourself. My father is a marshal of the empire. Even if you commit suicide, I'll bring people from the temple to bind your soul and make you suffer a hundred times more torture...hehe..."

Although Dewey was merely speaking off the cuff—as an unloved son banished to the old Rolin family, how could

he possibly possess such power, and why would a temple mage help a child with such

a task?
—to a commoner like Ruolin, the Rolin family, a high-ranking noble family, was utterly unattainable.

Naturally, she assumed Dewey was telling the truth.
Ruolin's delicate body trembled slightly, and her sobs seemed to gradually subside.
Outside, the guards' increasingly unrestrained laughter drifted in, but Ruolin remained blankly oblivious

, her eyes staring vacantly at the roof of the carriage…
*** *** *** ***
Shortly after crossing the Emerald River, Dewey and his party arrived at the ancestral home of the Rolin family, located in the southwest of the Rolin Plain.
To avoid any unnecessary trouble regarding etiquette, Dewey returned to the carriage. Ruolin, after drinking water

laced with sleeping pills, nestled in Dewey's arms and fell into a deep sleep. The ointment to reduce swelling on her cheeks

seemed to be working well; the red marks on her pretty face had faded, and her skin had returned to its original fair and

smooth state .
The arrival of the eldest son of the family patriarch naturally attracted extra attention.
The three hundred private soldiers guarding the castle, dressed in their finest equipment, lined up

outside the red walls. The arched gate impressed Dewey, who, sitting in the carriage, felt it was very imposing.

Moreover, in his opinion, this thick stone wall could

serve as a formidable defensive barrier if necessary! The main building of the castle had two towers, one of which was particularly tall, even surpassing the

distant hill. Having studied the family history, Dewey knew this was because the Rolin family had produced a strange patriarch
in a previous generation . 　　Although the patriarch was a military general, he was particularly interested in astrology and even married a female astrologer. 　　The tower was built . 　　The red carpet stretched from the castle gate all the way to where Dewey's carriage had stopped. 　　Dewey helped the still unconscious female knight, Ruolin, down from the carriage, whereupon a silver-haired old man who had been waiting for some time came forward to greet them. 　　This old man was tall and thin, dressed in an impeccable gray suit, with a stern and serious demeanor, and his conservative and respectful manner was very measured. 　　The old man spoke in a deep, slow voice, neither humble nor arrogant: "Young Master, I am Hill Rowling, the steward stationed here . I learned of your impending arrival three days ago. Everyone in the castle is now ready to welcome your inspection. Please follow me." 　　After speaking, the old steward gave Ruolin a meaningful look and cautiously asked, "My esteemed master, what is wrong with this female knight?" 　　Dewey chuckled and said, "My female knight worked hard for my caravan last night and now wishes to rest. Have someone arrange a comfortable room for her." 　　Dewey paused, "Also, the guards I brought do not need to be separated from the castle guard. They will remain with me as my personal guard. The rest of the arrangements are entrusted to you, my dear steward." 　　"It is my honor to serve you," 　　the old steward said respectfully, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　After the inspection, Dewey was led by the old steward to Rowling's library. 　　Looking at the towering bookshelves and vast collection of books before them, Dewey, like Du Wei, exclaimed in astonishment. 　　"These were all used by our distinguished ancestors throughout the generations," 　　the old butler, Hill, said in his unchanging voice. "These record the glories of our great ancestors." 　　He then went on to recount some of the Rolin family's history to Dewey. 　　Dewey didn't pay much attention to the butler; his gaze was completely drawn to a painting on the wall. 　　It was the first one on the left, the oldest-looking canvas, the one with a somewhat distorted depiction of the figure. It showed a middle-aged man in an imperial military uniform. 　　The man in the painting was none other than the Imperial Marshal! The ancestor of the Rolin family who won the war, rendered great service to the Empire, and won the Rolin Plain from the Emperor. 　　Dewey stared into the eyes of the figure in the painting, feeling as if the other was staring back at him. 　　"Semel must be in this painting," Dewey thought to himself. 　　"...According to family tradition, every patriarch returning to the castle for inspection or a short stay is not allowed to return to his bedroom on his first night; he must spend the night in this study. This is to remind himself not to forget the family's glorious history and the heavy responsibilities he bears. Young master, may I ask what you wish to do tonight..." 　　The butler finally finished speaking. 　　"In that case, stay here tonight, butler. I'd like to be alone here for a while. Oh, and if my female knight wakes up, please bring her here. Also, if there are any ledgers or anything to deal with, please give them to my loyal servant, old Mad. I'm not interested in that." 　　Dewey had somehow produced an exquisite box and was playing with it in his hands, speaking . 　　"Yes, my young master." 　　The old butler's expression remained unchanged. 　　Inwardly, however, he muttered to himself: How did this kid know I wanted him to check the ledgers? After the old butler left, Dewey stared at the portrait for a while longer. 　　He smiled, recalled the method used in the original story to find Semel's secret chamber, and soon entered the chamber Semel had left behind. 　　When Dewey saw the patterns on the stone platforms around him burst forth with intense light, gradually coalescing into a phantom of Semel, he couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of magic in this world. 　　The life-sized figure within the pillar of light gradually became clearer, and Dewey could finally make out the figure standing within the pillar of light .

This was a beautiful woman dressed entirely in a red robe, her long, snow-white silver

hair flowing smoothly down her back. Her entire body was shrouded in the crimson robe, which, though large, still revealed

two prominent mounds of flesh beneath. One could imagine the size of those breasts. Her face was exquisitely beautiful,

her eyes seemingly filled with tenderness, yet her dark pupils gave Du Wei a slightly eerie feeling,

a captivating allure. Her rosy lips parted sensually with each word of Meisel's explanation,

revealing pearly white teeth.
Every movement she made seemed to exude a bewitching temptation.
Young Master Du Wei felt his penis slowly harden…
*** *** *** ***
At the entrance to the passage leading to Semel's secret chamber, a figure emerged—it was Du Wei.
Dewey, his face flushed, slowly walked to the chair beside the desk and sat down comfortably. He casually

placed the exquisite box he was holding on the table. The box appeared unremarkable on the surface,

except a few small holes on the top side. If one were to smell it closely, one could detect

something resembling incense inside, emitting a faint, strange fragrance.
Dewey sat there for a while, then suddenly laughed. He remembered the white, cloudy liquid he had left on the stone platform.
He was probably the first person in history to masturbate to a magical illusion. He wondered what

Semel he saw this.
It was like watching porn in his past life, except this time, although
the actress in the "porn" neither took off her clothes nor did she do anything lewd or provocative, but instead was seriously

discussing astrology, Dewey didn't know why, but his sexual urges were immediately aroused

, and he couldn't help but ejaculate into the magical illusion before him.
Dewey remembered when the illusion of Messer was about to fade, and she told him in an extremely serious voice that

she doubted God. Dewey couldn't help but want to tell her, "You are a god too, my goddess of light.
" In the final instant the illusion dissipated, Dewey's penis spasmed, and he finally couldn't hold back his ejaculation,

the white semen tracing a bright arc in the air.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the semen landed precisely on Messer's half-open mouth. From

the front, it looked as if Messer had opened her sexy little mouth and willingly swallowed Dewey's semen

, which gave Dewey a strange sense of satisfaction.
Unfortunately, he was too excited from masturbating and didn't hear the last few words of the incantation Messer uttered. But

that was fine; let this goddess of light remain in the cage she had set for herself. It was

better not to release her until he was absolutely certain he could defeat her.
Dewey clearly remembered how the goddess of light schemed against him in the original story—that lucky yet

unlucky fellow. 　　He thought to himself, "
I'm a genius! 　　What a load of rubbish about being a genius at cheating on books!" 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　As darkness fell, the old butler, Hill, brought a sumptuous meal to the study. The food was plentiful and tasted excellent. Dewey devoured it, finishing it off in no time. 　　After Dewey finished eating, the old butler said to him, "Young Master, the female knight you brought has rested and eaten something. Shall we bring her over now?" 　　"Didn't I tell you to bring her over when she woke up? Never mind, find someone to bring her over now," 　　Dewey said, wringing his fingers with some dissatisfaction. Then, changing the subject, he added, "You said my female knight is eating?" 　　"Yes, Young Master, Miss Ruolin initially refused to eat, but after this old servant's persuasion, she finally ate a little," 　　the old butler replied humbly, bowing slightly . 　　"Oh, is that so? That's good then," 　　Dewey replied casually. 　　On the surface, Dewey remained calm, but inwardly, a ripple was stirring. " 　　I didn't expect this old fellow to be so good at dealing with women," Dewey muttered to himself. 　　"Bring her over now," 　　Dewey waved his hand, signaling the old butler to leave. 　　A short while later, Ruolin was "escorted" over by several of Dewey's guards. 　　Upon seeing Ruolin, Dewey's eyes lit up. 　　Ruolin had changed out of her knight's uniform and into a light blue dress. A long-sleeved clung tightly to her body, perfectly showcasing her slender waist and full breasts. A light blue long skirt concealed her long legs, and she wore floral-embellished cloth shoes. Ruolin's long , 　　curly brown hair was tied back, her rosy lips slightly pursed, her delicate face enough to attract any man's attention, though her eyes seemed somewhat cold, and her hands were clasped tightly together in front of her skirt. 　　At this moment, Ruolin resembled an innocent girl next door, a far cry from the fierce and fiery figure . 　　The guards around her were all eyeing Ruolin with ill intent, her high breasts and the beautiful legs hidden beneath the long skirt being the primary targets of their lewd gazes. 　　Dewey gestured for the guards to leave. The guards reluctantly turned their gazes away from Ruolin, went outside, and closed the door. 　　The flame in the candlestick on the wall flickered uneasily. In the dimly lit study of the Rolin ancestral home, only Dewey . 　　Perhaps there was another ghost… Looking at Dewey sitting behind the desk, Ruolin was somewhat dazed. Just yesterday at this time, she was still gloating over finding a magician, discussing the future development of her team with her companions. But now… she had been forcibly brought here by this man, and was to become his… sex slave… In just one day, her life had undergone a complete upheaval. First, she was drugged and raped, then gang-raped, and afterwards, she was constantly molested. It seemed like…

The old butler treated her better… all of this was thanks to the man before her.
Ruolin clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh… Dewey looked at

the beautiful woman whose demeanor had drastically changed, stood up from his chair, and slowly walked to the desk.
A wicked smile played on Dewey's lips as he said, “Alright, my knight, I think you've rested enough

. I'm glad, glad you didn't sneak away.”
Ruolin's eyes flickered, lost in thought.
Dewey paused, chuckled, and continued, “Ruolin, now you see, it's just

the two of us here. I can give you a chance, and I think you understand what I'm saying. I can

tell you frankly, I know neither martial arts nor magic, while you, my knight, are

far more skilled than me.”
Dewey looked at Ruolin with a half-smile.
Suddenly, Dewey raised his voice: “Then, come on, my knight, capture me, and you can

leave . This is your chance.”
“The last… chance…”
Dewey said with a devilish smile.
Ruolin lowered her head, biting her lip tightly, her slightly trembling body revealing her inner struggle.
Dewey casually toyed with his hands, awaiting the female knight's reply.
Ruolin suddenly raised her head, her bright eyes flashing with hatred. No longer

hesitant strode towards Dewey.
Seeing Ruolin rushing towards him, Dewey seemed slightly panicked, fidgeting with his fingers.
Ruolin reached Dewey, surprised that she had reached him so easily

.
Ruolin felt somewhat bewildered: Did he really want to be captured by me? Suddenly, Ruolin felt as if a flame

had erupted from her body, all her strength drained away.
Ruolin collapsed weakly at Dewey's feet.
"The timing is just right..."
Dewey chuckled.
Ruolin weakly raised her head and saw that Dewey was

holding playing with it constantly. The box seemed to emit a faint musky scent...
*** *** *** ***
Ruolin felt like she was about to die. Waves of sexual pleasure assaulted her brain, her whole body felt like

it was on fire , and her blood felt like it was about to boil.
Her breasts swelled to the point of bursting, and her nipples were already erect, clearly

visible .
Her vagina felt increasingly itchy, and the tender flesh on the inner walls kept rolling and spasming, as if urging its owner to let

something in quickly. Her vaginal fluid gushed out from her flower like a tap turned on, her panties were already soaked

, and more fluid leaked from her panties, dripping and wetting the skirt beneath her. Her thighs were crossed,

as if this could slightly alleviate the strange sensations in her body.
Dewey looked at Ruolin, her face flushed with desire, moaning and panting at his feet. He squatted down and pinched Ruolin's smooth

chin.
"What's wrong, my female knight, Miss Ruolin? Weren't you going to fight me? Weren't you going to

leave ? Why are you lying here like a bitch in heat?"
Dewey lewdly chuckled. "Are you missing your brother's big cock too much? Want me to fuck you again?"
"Shameless! Bastard! Ah...ah...it's so hot..."
Ruolin's lust grew stronger and stronger. She subconsciously rubbed her breasts through her clothes with one hand, and reached under her skirt

with the other , caressing her overflowing vulva.
The neckline of her clothes was pulled down by Ruolin's increasingly rough movements, revealing her right snow-white shoulder.
Ruolin's cheeks were flushed, her small mouth panting, her breath sweet and fragrant.
Her eyes were gradually filled with lust.
She stared intently between Dewey's legs, seemingly wanting to take the object out and insert it into her

vagina, but her remaining rationality made Ruolin constantly resist her thoughts.
Seeing Ruolin's wanton appearance, Dewey, suppressing his own lust, ostentatiously inserted the box

between Ruolin's breasts, the cool touch sending a shiver down her spine.
Dewey chuckled wickedly in Ruolin's ear, saying, "Looks like you didn't seize this last chance, you little

bitch. See, you can't resist me. If I want, I can turn you into a wanton

slut for everyone. Actually, you have a real talent for this; you couldn't help but fall to the ground in heat,

hehe."
"Ah...ah...no...I can't...give it to me...ah...give it to me..."
Ruolin's last shred of reason was completely consumed by lust. Ruolin half-closed her eyes, her pert little nose

twitching slightly, her pink tongue constantly licking her rosy lips, which glistened with

a lascivious .
Dewey felt his blood surging, and he forcefully pushed Ruolin to the ground, grabbing her

high, firm breasts through her clothes. Under the strong aphrodisiac, Ruolin's breasts were a full size larger than usual,

the flesh peeking out from between Dewey's fingers.
Dewey's mouth impatiently sealed Ruolin's panting, fragrant breaths with his own. Ruolin clung tightly to

Dewey's neck, offering her tongue for him to suck and savor.
Dewey's hands began to roam over Ruolin's body, one hand slipping under her skirt, reaching her crotch

, teasing her itchy vulva.
Dewey's teasing seemed to slightly alleviate Ruolin's pain; her eyes were languid, her legs spread wide,

making it easier for Dewey to attack her honeypot.
After a long while, Dewey's lips finally parted from Ruolin's, a thin, lustful line of moisture hanging between them.
Dewey stood up, his fingers glistening with Ruolin's vaginal fluids in the dim light.
He made Ruolin kneel before him, pulled out his penis, and held it to her pretty face. Ruolin, already somewhat

delirious swallowing it whole.
The huge penis forced Ruolin's mouth open, and she struggled but eagerly began to swallow and spit. Lubricated by her

saliva her swallowing and spitting became faster and faster, the thick, dark penis rapidly entering and exiting the female knight's mouth.

As he continued, his penis would occasionally brush against Ruolin's pearly teeth. In the large study, only the

sounds of the female knight swallowing and spitting out his penis, and her soft breathing, could be heard.
Ruolin's inexperienced yet passionate oral sex made Dewey's eyes narrow with pleasure. He stroked Ruolin's

hair, lifting it with one hand and untying the ribbon binding it, letting her long brown hair

cascade down her back.
Ruolin's starry eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed, and rapid breathing came from her delicate, smooth nose.

One hand was on the ground, while the other was groping her genitals, her vaginal fluids sliding down her thighs.
Suddenly, the penis in Ruolin's mouth swelled up. Before the female knight could react, Dewey ejaculated inside her

, his penis throbbing and spraying out a large amount of semen. Ruolin's cheeks swelled up immediately.
"Glug, glug..."
Ruolin's throat moved, swallowing some of the semen, while the rest slowly dripped from the corners of her mouth

.
After ejaculating into Ruolin's mouth, Dewey withdrew his saliva- and semen-covered penis.
"Ah...ah...ha...ha..."
Ruolin seemed to have lost all strength, supporting herself on the ground with her hands, panting heavily. Saliva mixed with milky white

semen dripped from Ruolin's mouth onto the ground, creating a puddle.
After catching her breath, Ruolin raised her head, her eyes still burning with intense desire.

Although had ejaculated once, his exceptional talent meant his enormous penis remained erect.
Ruolin's clothes were torn in several places during the intense activity, revealing large areas of

her fair but slightly reddish skin.
The collar of her top was ripped, and the tattered clothes hung on Ruolin's body. From top to bottom, Dewey

could clearly see the deep cleavage between Ruolin's breasts.
"Don't rush, Ruolin, my little darling, tonight is just beginning."
Dewey grinned lewdly, picked Ruolin up, and carried her behind a bookshelf.
Behind the bookshelf stood a comfortable, large bed, big enough for three or four people to sleep on.

Dewey had it brought there that afternoon.
Dewey tossed Ruolin onto the bed and quickly stripped her of her clothes, tossing aside the

box that had been inserted into her cleavage.
Although Dewey had seen Ruolin naked before, seeing her naked again still made him swallow hard, his eyes

glued to her.
The beauty on the bed had a charming face, full breasts, a slender waist that could be easily encircled, and firm, pert

buttocks. Her snow-white abdomen was flat and firm, and the brown pubic hair between her legs was already wet, glistening faintly through the lush pubic

hair . But what was most striking were her long, beautiful legs, rubbing together.
Ruolin propped her head up with one hand, lying languidly on the bed, biting a finger in her mouth, looking at Dewey with seductive eyes

, the fire of desire in her eyes growing ever stronger.
Then the female knight smiled slightly and slowly pulled her finger out of her mouth with a seductive movement,

a long line of saliva glistening under the light.
Dewey hadn't expected Ruolin to pose so alluringly. He felt every

cell throb with excitement. The drug's effects seemed far beyond his expectations, and it even seemed to have

some effect on men. Dewey felt a fire burning in his lower abdomen, but consumed by lust, he didn't want to think about that

now .
Dewey quickly stripped off all his clothes and pounced on Ruolin, kissing her hot

red lips .
His hands eagerly caressed Ruolin's burning body: her high breasts,

hard nipples, smooth back, flat stomach, moist vulva, elastic buttocks, long, beautiful

legs… "Oh…"
The wonderful sensations made Dewey groan involuntarily. At that moment, he wished he had more hands.
Ruolin's breathing grew more rapid and hotter. She and Dewey kissed deeply, her lips emitting soft

moans. Her hot thighs gripped Dewey's waist tightly, her vulva actively rubbing against his penis, her secret opening opening and

closing slightly, seemingly eager to swallow the monstrous dragon before her.
Dewey felt his penis was about to burst. He pulled away from Ruolin's lips, kneeling

between her legs, his hands pulling her thighs into a V-shape. He aimed his glans at her glistening vulva

, panting heavily, and asked loudly, "Little slut, want it? If not, I'll take it."
Dewey deliberately patted Ruolin's vulva lightly with the head of his penis, but didn't penetrate.
Ruolin, teased by Dewey, gasped and stammered, "Hurry...hurry up...I

want it so bad...give it to me...I can't take it anymore...ah...I'm going to die...it's so itchy..."
Dewey took a deep breath and shouted, "Who am I?"
"You, you are...ah...hurry up...I really can't take it anymore..."
"Little bitch, I am your master."
"Yes...yes...you are my master, come in quickly..."
Ruolin's charming voice was tinged with tears.
"Then, who are you?"
Dewey, barely suppressing his lust, asked again.
"I...I am my master's sex slave..."
Ruolin's bright red lips gasped loudly.
"That's right, from now on you are a little bitch who will be fucked by anyone, you will have to listen to me in everything, understand?"
"Yes...yes...I am a little bitch...Ruolin is a little bitch...I will listen to you in everything from now on..."
Ruolin responded loudly, almost crying.
Seeing Ruolin's wanton appearance immersed in lust, Dewey could no longer restrain himself, and his penis entered her

pink honey hole with a soft "plop".
"Ah..."
Ruolin exhaled a breath as sweet as orchids, her voice sounding both joyful and slightly helpless.
"Mmm...ah...mmm..."
The fullness inside her honeypot made Ruolin utter a series of meaningless syllables in comfort.
Dewey felt his penis almost completely inserted into Ruolin's honeypot, pressing tightly against her clitoris, and

he began to thrust violently, his hands grasping Ruolin's breasts and playing with them wantonly.
"Ah...ah...so good...so good...harder...harder...ah..."
Ruolin's fingernails scratched faint bloody marks on Dewey's arms, her head swaying wildly,

her brown hair flying wildly, strands occasionally brushing against Dewey's arms and chest,

further intensifying his lust.
Dewey bent down and took Ruolin's erect nipple into his mouth, sucking it noisily like a milker, while

continuing thrust forcefully.
Ruolin tightly embraced Dewey's neck with both hands, pressing his face against her full

breasts , the plump flesh completely covering his face, making it hard for Dewey to breathe.
The tender flesh inside Ruolin's vagina gripped Dewey's penis tightly, squeezing inward as if trying to squeeze out his semen

. Dewey lifted his head, freeing himself from between Ruolin's breasts, and looked at the beautiful woman's luscious

lips before him, kissing her again, his tongue intertwining with hers.
His large hands squeezed Ruolin's firm, round buttocks, thrusting his glans heavily against her

clitoris.
In the quiet room, the sounds of their lovemaking grew louder… Suddenly, a

powerful , as if trying to draw Dewey's entire glans into it. The tingling sensation caused Dewey

to ejaculate again, Ruolin's vagina instantly filling with hot semen.
"Ah…so good…"
The stimulation from her clitoris also caused Ruolin to climax, streams of vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina, hitting Dewey's

glans.
The two naked bodies embraced, caressing each other.
After resting for a while, Dewey withdrew his still-erect penis from Ruolin's vagina.

A milky-white, cloudy liquid, a mixture of vaginal fluid, semen, and vaginal fluid, slowly flowed from Ruolin's lower body. Ruolin didn't seem satisfied yet;

she dipped her fingers in the liquid from their joined genitals and put them in her mouth, her cheeks flushed with desire, her

starry eyes , seemingly enjoying herself. "Has this girl's brain been burned by lust?" Dewey couldn't help but mutter to himself
, watching Ruolin's increasingly wanton actions . 　　"Oh..." 　　Dewey felt a warm, comfortable sensation on his penis. He saw a pair of full, snow-white breasts clamping his penis between them. Ruolin looked at him coquettishly, her lips slightly parted, taking the still-throbbing glans into her mouth... 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　"Cock-a-doodle-doo." 　　As the roosters crowed in the castle, a new day began. 　　The old butler, Hill, personally pushed the breakfast cart to the study. Just as he was about to knock, the door opened, and young Master Dewey stretched and emerged. Dewey's hair was disheveled, and his face showed slight fatigue, indicating he hadn't slept much the night before. There seemed to be a woman's hickey on his neck. 　　The old butler frowned imperceptibly, his gaze unconsciously glancing into the room. There appeared to . 　　Dewey glanced at the cart and said, "Breakfast? Perfect timing." 　　The old butler respectfully asked, "Young Master, would you like to eat here?" 　　"No, please go to the living room," 　　Dewey said calmly, walking forward. The old butler glanced again at the dark study behind him, then pushed the cart and followed . 　　After breakfast, Dewey called for Old Mad. Old Mad had noticeable dark circles under his eyes; it seemed the old butler had indeed entrusted him with the account books the day before. 　　Dewey offered a few words of comfort to old Mad, instructing him to have two guards stand watch outside the study and inform Rolin when she awoke. 　　The guards Dewey brought were incorporated into his personal guard within the castle, at Dewey's request, and remained under old Mad's command. 　　Dewey then visited the magician Solskjaer in the dungeon. According to the dungeon guards, young Dewey and the magician had a pleasant conversation and even agreed to make something called gunpowder. 　　Before he knew it, the sun had moved due south. Dewey then ate a sumptuous lunch served by the old butler. Although there were many beautiful maids in the castle, the old butler seemed to intentionally keep them away from Dewey and his entourage ; only male servants carried the food, and not a single maid was seen. 　　After Dewey finished eating, as he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed the old butler standing beside him, hesitant to speak, his face showing a mixture of grief and indignation, as if he had nowhere to seek justice. 　　"What is it, Mr. Butler?" 　　Dewey, though vaguely guessing what it was about, still pretended not to know and asked the butler, a hint of amusement in his eyes. 　　The old butler opened his mouth and then closed it again, seemingly finding it difficult to speak. 　　Dewey grew impatient: "My respected butler, please tell me quickly, my time is very precious." 　　"Well, Master Dewey, I must tell you this matter, the nature of this matter is far too egregious... " 　　The old butler finally spoke: "After your guards arrived, they kept making lewd remarks about the maids , even touching some of the beautiful maids inappropriately. Just last night, someone saw..." 　　The old butler paused, slightly raising his head and glancing at Dewey. 　　"Oh, saw what?" 　　Dewey asked. 　　The old butler, seemingly distressed, continued, "I saw your guards dragging a maid into the bushes. If someone hadn't intervened, she might have..." 　　"Oh, is that so?" 　　Dewey's face also showed distress. "I'm truly sorry. My esteemed old butler, please apologize to the maids who were harmed. Please bring the guard who led the attack yesterday; I want to teach him a lesson and show him what a knight is like." 　　The old butler looked at Dewey with satisfaction, bowed respectfully, and said, "This old servant will go immediately." 　　Watching the old butler leave, a faint sneer appeared on Dewey's lips. This old Hill, was he trying to assert his authority as an elder? 　　Dewey knew his guards were of questionable character and, in the countryside, might inevitably engage in some illicit affairs .

Things had gotten out of hand, but he hadn't expected them to start acting on their very first day. Their patience was terrible,

though perhaps influenced by Ruolin's gang rape feast.
A short while later, the old steward brought in the guard who had led the harassment of the maids. This man was probably in his forties,

nearly two , bald, with a fierce expression and sharp eyes, though a lewd glint flashed within them

. He had a scar on his left cheek that snaked downwards, disappearing into his clothes.
He was very strong, with well-developed muscles, the kind of man who seemed very skilled in bed.

Dewey compared himself to him and felt a pang of jealousy.
Dewey recognized the guard; his name was Reed, and he was the most skilled fighter among the group he had brought,

already possessing the strength of a sixth-level knight.
A knight of his caliber would normally never have been allowed to accompany Dewey, a disgraced nobleman's son,

to the countryside. However, Dewey possessed evidence of his attack on a small merchant and the rape

of the merchant's wife and two daughters, forcing this man to obediently return to the Rolin Plains with Dewey.
Young Master Dewey hadn't wasted his thirteen years in the capital. Besides diligently studying potions, he

had
painstakingly built an intelligence network under the cover of his "idiot" identity, which Dewey called "The Net."
The main members of the Net were carefully selected by Dewey, but its intelligence network was limited to the capital and its

surrounding areas. Therefore, Dewey hadn't brought them to the Rolin Plains this time, leaving them to continue gathering potentially

useful intelligence in the capital.
After the old butler withdrew, the guard Reed, his previous serious demeanor vanished, replaced by a grin as he said, "Young Master Dewey

..."
The scars on his face twitched with his smile, appearing somewhat ferocious and terrifying.
Dewey snorted coldly, interrupting Reed, and said coldly, "You guys have some nerve,

doing this behind my back."
Reed chuckled obsequiously, "Young Master, well, you know what the brothers like. Seeing so many beautiful women,

they couldn't resist, hehe."
Dewey stood up, put his hands behind his back, turned around, and slowly said, "Is that so... I

promised you beautiful women and I won't go back on my word, but until I've arranged everything, you and your brothers better

behave yourselves... understand?"
Dewey suddenly turned around, his cold eyes fixed on Reed.
Reed shuddered. Even though he had killed many people, Dewey's gaze still sent a chill down his spine.

What kind of gaze was that... a demon...? Reed subconsciously thought.
Reed felt sweat dripping from his head. He didn't understand why he was afraid.

Suddenly knelt on one knee, saying somewhat fearfully, "We will obey your orders, Master Dewey."
Looking up, he saw Dewey already seated in his comfortable chair, his face seemingly paler than before.
Dewey chuckled, waved his hand, and said, "Get up. Don't do it again. I heard someone came

to stop you later. Who was it?"
Reed respectfully replied, "It was the vice-captain of the castle guard, named Robert, a fourth-level knight."
He then added angrily, "I heard he's having an affair with that maid, pretending to be virtuous."
Dewey found it a bit strange: "Reed, I remember you're a sixth-level knight, aren't you afraid of him?"
Reed touched his bald head and laughed, "Master, I'm not afraid of this pretending-to-be-virtuous knight."

"Hehe , but yesterday you were doing 'that' with Knight Ruolin, weren't you..."
Reed chuckled lewdly, glancing suggestively at Dewey. Dewey said calmly, "Seriously."
Reed shuddered and continued, "If I were to fight him, although I certainly wouldn't lose,

this isn't our territory. They outnumber us, it wouldn't be worth it, and besides, a fight would definitely

alert the young master. I'm a man too, you know men hate being interrupted when they're doing that kind of thing, hehe,

how could we dare spoil the young master's fun..."
"Oh, it seems you're still quite loyal."
Dewey looked at Reed with a half-smile.
Reed patted his chest and said loudly, "I, Reed, will always be loyal to the young master."
Dewey was about to say something more when a guard suddenly came to report that Ruolin had woken up.
Dewey thought for a moment and said to Reed, "Come with me."
Dewey walked ahead, inwardly marveling at this man's shrewdness; he knew how to be patient and assess situations. With proper

training, he could become a valuable subordinate.
Dewey didn't see that Reed, following behind, had completely changed his playful demeanor, his gaze fixed intently on Dewey,

lost in thought…
*** *** *** ***
Ruolin had woken up. She sat blankly on the bed, the thin

blanket barely concealing her alluring curves.
Although she and Dewey had spent a passionate night together, Ruolin didn't feel particularly tired or

thirsty. She didn't know this was because Dewey had given her several injections of his homemade magic potions that rapidly restored

her strength .
Recalling the events of last night, Ruolin felt her face flush.
Was she really that lewd, actually saying such things? No, it was all the aphrodisiac's effect.

She just... just... that feeling was so good... Ruolin recalled Dewey's penis and

the way she moaned and whimpered beneath him. This feeling was so comfortable. She really wanted... really wanted to do it again...

Ruolin felt her whole body burning.
No, how could I think like this? No, how could I think like this? Ruolin shook her head violently, as if trying to

clear her mind, but her actions betrayed her true thoughts. Her fingers

unconsciously slowly moved towards her genitals. "Ah..."
As soon as she touched them, Ruolin cried out in pleasure, two blushes rising on her face. Her eyes narrowed, her shy

appearance endearing.
Ah... really... really comfortable... Ruolin's movements gradually became more vigorous, her small mouth

emitting seductive moans.
"Hehe, little bitch, can't hold back anymore? You're doing it all by yourself."
A familiar, teasing voice rang in Ruolin's ears. Ruolin opened her eyes and saw it was Dewey

, followed by a tall, burly man with a menacing face. Looking at the man, Ruolin vaguely remembered him;

wasn't this the man who had lasted the longest with her in the bar?
Dewey hadn't expected that a night of "training" seemed to have subdued this stubborn female knight. Judging from her current

state , she seemed to be completely absorbed in the pleasure of sex. His plan seemed to be progressing much more smoothly than he had imagined.

The drug he used yesterday seemed not only to be an aphrodisiac but also to be slowly changing Ruolin's mind.
As Dewey approached, Ruolin felt a little flustered, clutching the blanket tightly with both hands, and stammered,

"Ah...you, what do you want to do?"
Dewey yanked the blanket off Ruolin, revealing her alluring naked body. Ruolin screamed, covering her chest

with her hands . At this moment, Ruolin was like a frightened little rabbit, completely unable to resist.
"What 'you'? You have to call me master, understand?"
Dewey glared fiercely at Ruolin.
"Yes, yes, Master, you are my master."
Even Ruolin herself didn't know why she had become so cowardly. Startled, she even

uttered such shameful words.
Ah, yesterday was so good! Master's penis is so big! Oh, and today there's this strong man too, it'll be

even more pleasurable. Ruolin was lost in her sexual fantasies again, her vagina

slowly , her eyes filled with lust as she looked at the two men's genitals before her.
Ah, no, this shouldn't be like this. Ruolin seemed to suddenly snap back to reality, hugging her arms and curling up at

the head of the bed, looking at Dewey with unease.
Dewey watched Ruolin on the bed, her face shifting between lust, panic, confusion,

and clarity, and frowned slightly. Even Reed, standing beside her, sensed that Ruolin's state was a bit off.
Dewey thought for a moment, then said to Ruolin, "Little bitch, today you will serve him, a

knight loyal to me."
He pointed to Reed behind him, who grinned lewdly and leaned in, his enormous penis bulging

as if to burst his pants.
Ruolin, her face glazed, said, "Okay...okay...give it to me...Ruolin, the little bitch, wants a cock..."
Suddenly, Ruolin shuddered, looking at Reed reaching out to her with both hands, and screamed in terror, "Go

away! Don't touch me!"
At that moment, Ruolin, like a little girl who knew nothing of martial arts, frantically backed away, crawling towards the other side of the bed.
Dewey's face seemed icy as he coldly said, "Ruolin, didn't you say you'd listen to me

?"
"No...no...don't force me anymore...please..."
Ruolin covered her ears tightly with her hands, shaking her head repeatedly, her long brown hair flying back and forth, as if enduring

immense pain. Her breasts trembled slightly, and her white feet were curled up tightly.
Dewey chuckled coldly, "Looks like you're going to have to suffer the consequences."
Dewey clapped his hands, and several more naked, burly men entered—

some of the guards he had brought.
Dewey said to Reed and the men, "This little bitch is yours today. Just be careful not to

cripple ."
The men grinned lewdly as they approached Ruolin, whose body trembled slightly on the bed.
"No...no..."
Ruolin cried out in pain.
But Ruolin's pitiful pleas did not elicit any sympathy from the men; instead, they fueled their

lust.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get her!"
The men, their eyes bloodshot, could no longer restrain themselves and pounced on Ruolin, who was like a lamb

to the slaughter .
Reed quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his hairy chest and a monstrous penis even larger than Dewey's.

Dewey noticed that the scars running down Reed's face were clearly visible against the backdrop of his thick black chest hair,

winding all the way to his heart.
Reed was closest to Ruolin, climbing onto the bed and embracing her tightly, his chest pressed against her full

breasts . Although Ruolin struggled desperately, she couldn't break free from the embrace of the burly man before her.
Reed felt two soft mounds constantly rubbing against his chest, two hard nipples tracing patterns on his skin

.
Reed groped Ruolin's body for a while, then suddenly spread her thighs apart, his huge penis aimed at her

tender vulva and thrust in. Ruolin felt an incredibly hot and huge penis enter her body,

pressing deeply against her clitoris. "No!"
Ruolin cried out, but then the female knight found her body temperature rising sharply, her body becoming

unbearably , and the scene of her sex with Dewey yesterday kept flooding into her mind.
"Ah...so good...so big...ah...ah..."
Ruolin's eyes became hazy, and the fire of lust was ignited in them.
"Mmm...so good...so tight...mmm...it sucks so well...you were saying no just now, but

you want it so much..."
Reed said lewdly to the panting Ruolin as he thrust powerfully and skillfully.
The other burly men couldn't wait to climb onto the bed. Reed grabbed Ruolin's slender waist, lifted her up, and exposed

her anus. He said to the other guards, "Brothers, this chick's back hole hasn't been used yet, hurry up and get in

!"
A quick-thinking guard knelt behind Ruolin, grabbed her plump buttocks, and thrust forward

, penetrating her roughly.
"Ah!"
Ruolin's red lips parted, letting out a scream. Although it wasn't the first time Ruolin's anus had been penetrated,

the guy's brutal penetration without any foreplay still made her scream in pain.
The remaining guards, seeing that both of Ruolin's secret holes had been occupied, their erect penises scrambled

towards her remaining mouth.
After a fierce struggle, finally, a hot penis successfully entered Ruolin's mouth.
The rest could only use Ruolin's hands, feet, and even her soft, long hair to vent their desires.
All three holes in Ruolin's body were filled with penises, and she was gently rubbing them with each hand holding a penis.

The burly man knelt at Ruolin's feet, stroking her smooth calves while

sucking on her toes.
(Dewey cursed: "You're copying your brother!") Several guards had wrapped their long brown hair around their penises, thrusting it in and out of the hair rings like they were penetrating a

vagina .
Dewey had awakened the darker side of these guards; seeing so many beautiful maids around them these past two days had

made their pent-up desires unbearable. Today, they finally had a chance to release their pent-up desires, and each of them,

with red eyes, searched for a release point on Ruolin's body.
Ruolin felt two hot penises rapidly moving in and out of her body, especially the one penetrating her

vagina, which was even larger than Dewey's, pounding violently against her clitoris, as if trying to pierce it

.
"Mmm...but it's really amazing..." Ruolin's anus and vagina tightened slightly, gripping

the two penises even more tightly. The man's breathing became more intense. The man fucking Ruolin's anus moaned with

pleasure "Oh...you little slut...you're squeezing me to death...mmm...so good..."
Reed also felt Ruolin's vagina become tighter. The feeling of being warmly enveloped made Reed

groan with pleasure. His penis thrust even harder, and the sound of water at their point of contact grew louder and louder.

You could see the pink flesh being turned inside out with each thrust.
Ruolin felt like she was flying with pleasure. A fine layer of sweat appeared on Ruolin's body.

The incredibly wonderful pleasure brought by Reed's thrusts was something Ruolin had never experienced with Dewey.

If her mouth hadn't been filled with a penis, Ruolin would have already started moaning.
Ruolin wanted to moan but couldn't. Her pretty face turned red, and her cute appearance made Reed's heart flutter.
While Reed continued his vigorous and skillful thrusting into Ruolin's clitoris, he gestured for the guard performing

oral sex withdraw his penis. The guard, unwilling but not daring to disobey Reed, slowly

pulled out his penis, which was covered in Ruolin's saliva. A long trail of moisture connected the glans to Ruolin's red lips, which, combined

with Ruolin's flushed face, gave an even more lewd impression.
"Ah... um... um... faster... faster... mmm... so good..."
With the barrier gone, Ruolin finally cried out seductively, as if to release the pain of being unable to speak.

Ruolin's moans rose higher and higher, like a wanton woman, shamelessly

moaning .
The female knight's eyes were filled with seductive allure as she felt two hot, throbbing penises thrusting in and out of her body. Her slender waist swayed gently in rhythm

with Reed and the other guard's thrusts, her vagina and anus

contracting intermittently, like two small mouths gently nibbling at their penises.
Feeling the tingling sensation from their penises, Reed breathed heavily in pleasure, his large hand

moving , finally stopping at her two soft, glistening breasts, which he gently kneaded. The full

breasts peeked out from between Reed's fingers, their smooth and elastic texture making him want to keep touching them.
"Mmm..."
Suddenly, Ruolin's wanton sounds stopped abruptly. It turned out that the guard who had pulled his penis out of Ruolin

's mouth could no longer resist the female knight's lewd behavior and thrust it back into Ruolin's mouth,

once again silencing her.
"Ugh... Ah..."
The three erect penises continued to thrust into Ruolin's three orifices. It was

the man beside her, who was fondling other parts of her body, who couldn't hold back any longer. His penis trembled, and copious amounts of milky white fluid poured onto Ruolin's

body , forming puddles of milky white stains. Semen spurted and

pooled on her long, slender thighs and smooth hair
. The female knight's long brown hair, mixed with semen and sweat, clung wetly to her jade-like back.
The men's penises moved faster and faster inside Ruolin, seemingly approaching their climax. Ruolin's

hot breaths became more rapid, her waist moving more intensely in sync with the men's thrusts, emitting muffled

moans that seemed to cheer on the men violating her.
"Mmm...so good..."
Finally, the burly man who was penetrating Ruolin's anus ejaculated first, his hands gripping Ruolin's waist tightly, his lower body

pressed firmly against her anus, as if trying to trap all the semen inside her.
Then, the penis in Ruolin's mouth swelled up as well. Its owner, panting with pleasure, chuckled

and abruptly pulled his penis from Ruolin's mouth, aiming the glans at her delicate

face , ejaculating wave after wave of semen onto her face. Her face was instantly covered in

streaks of milky white semen, which slid down her neck, onto her chest, and even into her alluring

cleavage.
The two guards, having just finished ejaculating, were pushed aside by their impatient companions.
Two new penises were immediately thrust into Ruolin's anus and mouth, pumping rapidly. Although Reed also felt the urge to ejaculate, he was extremely reluctant to get off
this hot and voluptuous body so quickly . 　　But seeing the pairs of fiery red eyes of the men around him staring at the spot where he and Ruolin were joined, Reed felt a chill inexplicably. He angrily cursed at the two guys who had just left, "Damn it, a bunch of cowards, you ca n't last long, and you've dragged me down with you." 　　As he spoke, he released his pent-up desire and quickly thrust . Ruolin felt her clitoris and vagina instantly filled with the hot semen, and the powerful sperm seemed to be joyfully rushing towards her uterus. Ruolin's starry eyes were half closed, and she hummed comfortably. Her delicate body trembled, and under Reed's stimulation also reached orgasm at the same time. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed from her clitoris, mingling with Reed's yang semen. 　　Reed gripped Ruolin's breasts tightly, slowly adjusting to the emptiness after ejaculation. But the two guards behind Reed, who had been playing with Ruolin's toes, had reached their limit. Panting heavily, their eyes red, they separated Reed and Ruolin, shoving them off the bed. 　　"Damn it, a bunch of bastards," 　　Reed cursed under his breath, rubbing his bald head as he got up. At that moment, another penis was inserted into Ruolin's vagina. The man didn't seem to mind the large amount of semen inside, comfortably kneading Ruolin's full breasts and thrusting vigorously into the female knight's vagina.

The man and woman on the bed were still passionately making love. Reed glanced at the desk beside him and suddenly realized it was

empty. Our young master Dewey had left sometime earlier…
*** *** *** ***
Dewey, with his hands behind his back, slowly walked out of the study. He looked at the blue sky and white clouds, sighed, and

continued walking. The servants and maids on the way stopped what they were doing and bowed to Dewey,

but their eyes darted around furtively. Dewey clearly saw the unease in their eyes, but deeper

down, there seemed to be a hint of contempt… Dewey ignored them and walked unhurriedly back to

the room where he had eaten breakfast. Since it wasn't mealtime, the room was empty.
Dewey sat down in a chair, took out a small box from his pocket, and played with it in his hand. This small

box was very similar to the one he had used against Ruolin yesterday, except that it didn't have a hole.
A moment later, an elderly figure entered, but Dewey didn't even look up, intently

fiddling with the small box.
"Young Master, what brings you to your loyal servant, Old Mad?"
the man asked respectfully, bowing low. It was none other than Old Mad, Dewey's trusted steward.
Dewey continued fiddling with the box for a while before looking up, smiling at Old Mad. "Oh, my most

loyal steward, raise your head."
Old Mad slowly raised his head, looking at Dewey respectfully, awaiting his words.
Dewey gently placed the box on the coffee table beside him; the "thud"
of the box hitting the table surface was remarkably loud in the quiet room.
Dewey stared at old Mad, then suddenly chuckled and said, "My loyal servant, I want to know, how

exactly to get involved with my mother?"
Although he had understood from the Giantwood Bar a couple of days ago that the young master before him already knew about his affair with the Countess,

hearing Dewey's blatant question still made old Mad's expression change, and he seemed to show a hint of fear.
Old Mad suddenly knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, and said, "Young master, it's not the madam's fault, it was all my fault for

being confused for a moment..." Dewey looked at Mad
with a half-smile, "Oh, tell me, how did you become confused for a moment?"
Old Mad wiped his tears and snot and continued, "Yes, it was a drug."
"A drug?"
Dewey looked at Mad and stroked his chin.
"Yes, it's a kind of medicine. I found it when I was a stable boy, cleaning out the storeroom. I don't know

when got there; it was in an inconspicuous location. If I hadn't seen it by chance, I would never have noticed it."
Mad swallowed and continued, "The box looked very old. When I opened it, there

were three silver pills, about the size of mung beans."
"Three pills... go on."
"Besides these three pills, there were some words engraved on the inside of the box lid."
"Oh?"
"This script is an ancient script, but I recognize it because my family has learned this script for generations.

So when I found out I recognized the words on the box, I was quite surprised."
"Hmm."
Dewey found it increasingly interesting.
"It roughly means that this pill, once taken, can make someone become your loyal, loyal...

slave..."
Mad's voice trailed off as he secretly glanced at Dewey.
A flicker of surprise crossed Dewey's eyes. He said calmly, "Continue."
"It says that after taking it, one must recite a spell. That spell is engraved on the inside bottom of the box,

in ancient script."
Dewey tapped his fingers on his knee, signaling Mad not to stop.
"The spell is quite long, but this old servant memorized it in no time."
"It seems you used this drug. Then why did you harm the Countess?"
Dewey asked coldly. Cold
sweat broke out on Mad's forehead. Mad knelt on the ground again, saying fearfully, "Young Master, it was truly

an accident. This old servant was momentarily confused."
"Tell me the details."
"Young Master Dewey, you may not remember, but it was ten years ago. One day, there was a thunderstorm, and you

ran out while the maid wasn't looking. You were soaked to the bone and stopped breathing. You

only survived after being treated by the temple clergy, but you fell seriously ill and almost lost your life. It was then that the Countess

heard you calling my name while you were unconscious, and that's why I was transferred to the young master's side. During the time the young master was unconscious,

I stayed by his side, and the Countess insisted on staying with him as well, dismissing the other servants. So, for those few days, it

was mainly just the Countess and me in the room with the young master. To be honest, for the first two days, I was very happy to

be by the young master's side, but I was even happier that I could be with the beautiful and noble Countess. Although the Countess's

beautiful face had become very haggard from taking care of the young master, I, Old Mad, swear that the Countess is still the most beautiful woman I

have ever seen . None of the women I've been with before can compare to her."
Old Mad spoke with great enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling.
When Dewey heard the words "came back to life," his usually calm eyes flickered, but he didn't interrupt, simply

listening quietly.
"Every day I smelled the wonderful fragrance emanating from Madam's body, and gradually I felt an

irresistible . At night, I would always think how wonderful it would be if Madam were my woman. At first, I thought

it was absurd, but I gradually became increasingly unable to control my fantasies about her. Then, I remembered that box

I recently discovered..."
Dewey touched the coffee table.
"That box was in my pocket, so one day, I took out a pill and dissolved it in water.

I gave the water to Madam, and she drank it without suspicion. At that moment, I softly recited the incantation.

My heart was pounding, as nervous as when I first went to a brothel in my youth. I seemed to see a

wisp of black energy appear on Madam's body, gradually gathering above her head. A strange symbol

flashed between her brows and then disappeared. And then, and then..."
Old Mad paused here, looking at Dewey somewhat uneasily.
Dewey was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Speak."
"Then the lady suddenly stood up and knelt before me, looked up at me and said, 'Master, is there

anything I can do for you?' At that moment, I was stunned, because the lady was actually kneeling before me and

actually calling me master. The lady had never looked at me with such submissive eyes before. I felt a surge of joy.

I tried to ask the lady to take off her coat, and to my surprise, she took it off without hesitation. I was so happy I

didn't know what to do. So I asked the lady to take off all her clothes, and she obediently complied. When I saw

the lady 's snow-white, exquisite body, especially her two high, firm breasts..." "I couldn't control myself any longer and

pushed the lady down onto the bed. She didn't resist at all, so I... I had sex with her. For the next

few days , we did it every day. I ordered the lady to tell the servants to stay away from the room so that no

one could hear her moaning... Later, the young master recovered, and the lady and I did it in my room. She seemed to only treat

me as her master now; otherwise, she was no different from usual. Later, Earl Raymond returned, and I

was afraid he would find out, so I reduced the frequency of our sex, carefully choosing the time and place each time

to avoid being discovered..."

"How much water did my mother drink from that teacup?"
"About half a cup, Madam seemed quite thirsty at the time.
" "What about the rest of the water?"
"It seems Madam accidentally spilled it on the bed."
"And the two pills?"
"When I was a stable boy, I was always bullied by a stable master, so I thought I'd give

him these pills to make him my slave, but they didn't work at all. I guess this medicine

works ."
Dewey frowned, seemingly surprised that the second pill had been used up like that.
"Then you should have one left, right? Who did you use it on?"
"I don't know about the other one..."
"Oh?"
Dewey raised an eyebrow.
Mad hurriedly explained, "Later I put the box by my bedside, but one day it disappeared.

I searched for a long time but couldn't find it. I don't know who stole it..."
"Stolen... really?"
Dewey stared coldly at Mad.
"It's absolutely true, young master! How could I, how could I dare, deceive you?"
Old Mad stammered, looking at the silent Dewey.
Mad collapsed to the ground, weeping bitterly, saying, "It's all my fault! It has nothing to do with Madam! Young master,

please don't hold a grudge against Madam! I'll let you do as you please!"
Dewey suddenly smiled, stood up, and helped Old Mad up. Looking at Old Mad's tear-streaked face,

Dewey chuckled and said, "My dear Old Mad, I won't do anything to you. On the contrary, I fully support you and my mother."
"Wh-what?"
Old Mad was stunned.
"I said I fully support your marriage to the Countess. This—for ten years, you've taken care of me. In my

heart , you're like my father. No, I should say you are my true father, so you should be my

mother's husband. How could I possibly object?" Old
Mad's eyes welled up with tears, his lips trembling as he looked at Dewey.
Dewey led Old Mad to the coffee table: "Therefore, I think I shouldn't hide it from you anymore."
Dewey picked up a box from the table, opened it, and inside was a smaller,

ancient-looking box.
"This, this is..."
Old Mad felt his head spinning.
Dewey opened the box, and inside lay a silver pill...
*** *** *** ***
When Dewey returned to the study, the gang rape was still ongoing.
The large bed was surrounded by naked men, their erect penises throbbing, mostly Dewey's

guards.
On the bed, Ruolin lay like a bitch, her hands on the bed, her buttocks raised high, with

a penetrating her vagina and mouth respectively.
It seemed all the men had already vented on Ruolin; the bed was covered in milky white stains, and

Ruolin's body was covered in dried or still-wet milky white gelatinous substance.
The men surrounding the bed made lewd jokes, while others lewdly cheered on the man on the bed,

hurling insults at the female knight.
"Fuck...fuck this bitch to death..."
"Ruolin, could you please twist your ass a little more vigorously..."
"Damn it, why isn't she this energetic when she's giving me oral sex? I'm going to fuck her again..."
"Hehe, are you still going? I saw you ejaculate three times..."
Ruolin seemed completely unconcerned by the men's vulgarities, her rosy lips sucking and licking the penis before her,

as if savoring a delicacy. She diligently performed oral sex on the man before her, her lower body

obediently responding to the thrusts from behind, the sounds of their union creating a lascivious, wet sound. Her full breasts

swayed back and forth with the movements, creating waves of milk. Many men's eyes followed the swaying of Ruolin's breasts

.
Ruolin seemed completely immersed in the pleasure of sex, sparing no effort to please

the man violating her.
The guards fell silent when Dewey entered. The burly Reed greeted him gruffly,

"Young Master, you're back."
Dewey nodded and said, "Reed, all of you, get out."
Reed waved his hand and led the group of men out. The two men on the bed quickly

ejaculated , climbed off the bed, and followed them out.
After everyone else had left, Dewey approached Ruolin. Ruolin's face was flushed, her body covered in

handprints , teeth marks, and various obscene stains. Milky white fluid continuously flowed from her vagina, running down her thighs and

mingling with the marks formed over the past few hours.
Ruolin looked at Dewey with a hint of fear, swallowing the semen in her mouth while slightly swaying her full

hips.
Dewey leered as he pulled Ruolin into his arms, his arms around her slender waist. "Little bitch," he said, "will you dare

disobey ?"
Ruolin seemed frightened, weakly replying, "I won't dare anymore. This little bitch Ruolin will never disobey

her master again."
"But I haven't forgiven you yet,"
Dewey said with a wicked smile, breathing into Ruolin
's ear. Ruolin trembled, pleading, "Please, please give this little bitch another chance…

"
"Alright, I'm still a merciful person. I'll give you one more chance, little bitch. Remember,

this is your last… chance…"
*** *** *** ***
The old butler, Hill, lay in a rocking chair, wearing a bathrobe, sipping fragrant tea. A half-finished letter lay on the table. "
Hmph," he thought, "I don't know what the patriarch was thinking, sending this 'idiot'
young master to the Rolin ancestral home."
Although it was exile for him, for me, wasn't this a blatant attempt to take away my power?

Back this kid wasn't here, I was the most powerful person here, getting whatever I wanted without anyone interfering.

But since this kid arrived, I've been relegated to second-in-command, having to ask his permission for everything, which is

incredibly uncomfortable.
This kid not only brought a group of thugs who almost raped Xiangcao, but he even openly raped a respectable

woman. That female knight named Ruolin was clearly a kidnapped girl.
This kid has absolutely no nobility or dignity of a nobleman.
Hmph, this time I'll definitely report him to Earl Raymond.
Daring to take away my power, hmph.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. The old butler impatiently got up and opened it.
As soon as he opened the door, the old butler smelled a fragrant breeze. Ruolin stood prettily outside the door,

wearing a white dress that revealed her fair shoulders. There seemed to be two prominent nipples on her chest, and her lips were red,

as if she had applied some lipstick.
Old Hill felt a little thirsty, but still tried to remain calm, asking, "Miss Ruolin, is there anything I can help you with

?"
Ruolin's eyes seemed a little red, and she parted her red lips slightly, saying, "Mr. Butler, I... I'd like to talk to you

about Young Master Dewey."
The old butler peeked into the corridor, making sure no one was around, before letting Ruolin in.
He had Ruolin sit on the edge of the bed, but his eyes were involuntarily drawn to

the deep cleavage that Ruolin inadvertently revealed when she bent over.
He finally managed to pull his gaze away from Ruolin's chest,

coughed what do you want to talk about regarding Young Master Dewey? Won't he find out you've come here like this?"
Ruolin softly replied, "No, he's already asleep. I sneaked out."
"Oh, what happened to Young Master Dewey?"
The old butler smelled the fragrance emanating from Ruolin, and for some reason, felt a slight warmth rise within him.

His gaze involuntarily drifted back to Ruolin's full breasts. "
I... I was kidnapped by him, and he even raped me..."
Ruolin said, covering her face with her hands, tears streaming through her fingers.
The old butler, looking at the beautiful woman's delicate appearance, unconsciously walked to the bedside and sat beside Ruolin.

He gently patted her trembling back, comforting her, "Miss Ruolin, you'll be alright.

I will definitely report Young Master Dewey's heinous behavior to the clan leader, and the clan leader will definitely stand up for you."
"Butler, I knew you could help me!"
Ruolin suddenly threw herself into the old butler's arms, sobbing against his chest.
As Ruolin nestled closer, the old butler felt the fragrance emanating from her become even stronger,

as if a lustful fire was beginning to ignite in his lower abdomen. His aged hands unconsciously began to roam over Ruolin's delicate body

.
"Mmm..."
Ruolin let out a coquettish cry, raising her head, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she looked at the old butler's aged, wrinkled face,

her small mouth slightly panting.
Suddenly, Ruolin kissed the old butler's thick lips, her small, fragrant tongue slipping into his mouth and

intertwining with his rough tongue. Ruolin's sweet lips intoxicated the old butler, and

he felt surge of lust rise in his lower abdomen; his manhood, dormant for over a decade, suddenly stirred again.
The old butler, panting, kissed Ruolin, his hands climbing up to her two full, ripe breasts. The protruding nipples,

rubbed against his palms, told him the beauty before him was naked.
The old butler sensed something was amiss, but his rising lust instantly shattered his reason.
He pushed Ruolin onto the bed, his eyes bloodshot, and impatiently pressed himself against her body. Ruolin

panted softly, her slender waist swaying like a snake, her seductive moans fueling his lust.
The old butler knelt up and ripped off Ruolin's dress, revealing her naked body. He saw that

she was indeed wearing nothing underneath.
Ruolin breathed softly, her hands touching the old butler's chest as she helped him remove his pajamas. With Ruolin's help, the old

butler quickly stripped naked. His skin was dry and wrinkled, his tall, thin body looked withered,

and he had many age spots. His erect penis stood erect, the slightly menacing glans steaming.
Ruolin licked her lips, spreading her legs wide, her honeyed vulva fully exposed to the old

butler . The female knight cried out seductively, "Fuck me...fuck me to death...fuck Ruolin, you little bitch

..."
Old Hill could no longer restrain himself. He aimed his penis at Ruolin's vulva, and before he even exerted any force, the slightly

darkened vulva pressed against him, the two labia like small mouths enveloping the still steaming glans.
The old butler thrust forward in response, his penis entering Ruolin's vulva.
Ruolin's vagina was already soaking wet. Lubricated by her juices, the old butler's entire penis slid inside,

their lower bodies pressed tightly together.
The old butler sucked on Ruolin's firm nipple like a breastfed baby, his hands

roaming rapidly over her body, feeling its amazing elasticity.
Ruolin exhaled a breath as sweet as orchids, embracing the old butler's head, which was covered in silver hair, and offered herself again...

Fiery red lips, their tongues passionately intertwined with the old man's.
Old Hill thrust hard inside Ruolin, savoring her sweet saliva.
The old butler felt wave after wave of pleasure rushing to his brain, the beautiful woman's hot body pressed tightly

against him, her breasts rubbing against his soft, elastic mounds, her vagina tightly enveloping his penis.
Old Hill wished this could last forever… The two fleshy creatures on the bed rolled around, the sounds of lovemaking filling

the entire room…
*** *** *** ***
Old Hill felt as if he were flying with pleasure, the beautiful woman before him moaning loudly, making him ejaculate

again didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt as if there were many people standing by the bed.
Old Hill opened his eyes and saw Ruolin, naked, her face still flushed, lying quietly

beside him. Four or five men stood by the bed, the one in front being none other than Dewey, and behind Dewey

stood a giant man nearly two meters tall.
The old butler suddenly jolted awake, jumped off the bed, and stammered, "Master Dewey, I

..."
Suddenly, he realized something, jumped up, pointed at Dewey's nose, and screamed,

"It was you, you little bastard who framed me!"
Dewey smiled and said, "I framed you? Everyone here can testify that it was you, my respected

butler , who raped my female knight, Miss Ruolin."
The guards behind Dewey all looked at the old butler with ill intent.
"It was you! You actually drugged me, you bastard!"
The old butler trembled with rage, cursing wildly despite being completely naked, his limp penis twitching.
Dewey's gaze instantly turned cold, staring intently at the somewhat deranged old man before him. Old Hill felt his hair stand on

end , fear spreading through his heart.
Dewey said coldly, "Old man, how dare you insult your master! Open your mouth!"
Reed rushed forward, grabbed Old Hill by the neck, and slapped him repeatedly.
The old butler's teeth were knocked out.
Dewey grinned wickedly, looking down at the old butler, who was beaten like a dead dog, like a demon, and said,

"Remember, I am the master here, and you are nothing but my dog. Want to complain to Raymond

? Heh heh, let's see who kills whom first."
"My respected old butler, Ruolin is practically my woman.

You should know what crime you 'd be charged with for raping your mistress,"
Dewey said, squatting down and patting the old man's swollen cheek. Old Hill groaned in pain.
"I think you're a sensible man, knowing what to do now. I think we can actually

cooperate ,"
Dewey whispered in the old butler's ear, his gaze sweeping over the old butler's desk.
Dewey and his guards took Ruolin away from the old butler's room, leaving the distraught old butler behind.
After sitting for an unknown amount of time, old Hill shakily got up, stumbled to his desk,

trembling as he picked up the unfinished letter, gritted his teeth, and tore it to shreds…
*** *** *** ***
Dewey placed his hands behind his back, looking up at the dim sky.
Reed walked over and said, “Young Master, the car is ready. Where are we going next?”
Dewey touched something in his pocket, turned to Reed, and said, “Half-Angle City.”
Then, Dewey looked at the faint light appearing on the distant horizon and slowly exhaled…
(To be continued
)

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