[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 12

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Chapter 81 An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree

Luo Zhu felt that since becoming a slave, her heart had become increasingly numb and selfish, and her nerves increasingly resilient and strong.

Like now, she could watch a murder about to unfold without blinking, and her heartfelt prayer was that the murderer would get what he wanted. Upon closer analysis, this couldn't be blamed on her cold-bloodedness. As the saying goes, environment shapes people; most people, after witnessing scenes of injury and death for a month, would gradually become cold-blooded and numb. Self-love, self-respect, compassion, and pity had long since vanished from her; all that remained was a deep fear and a firm determination to escape alive.

He who kills, will be killed. Therefore, you beast king, this death is your own doing, and you have no one to blame but yourself.

She opened her eyes wide, taking in every move of Alanima and Quzhen Meiduo.

Unlike her hesitation, Alanima's ten fingers deftly untied all the knots on the Beast King's shirt, while Quzhen Meiduo, still in her boots, lifted the Beast King's legs onto the bed, pressing her body down and firmly binding his legs with her arms.

Two silver belts, one wide and one narrow, inlaid with jewels, slid from the bed to the floor. Alanima gently pulled open the snow-white shirt, revealing a large expanse of smooth, strong, bronze-colored chest muscles, radiating a faint, alluring sheen in the soft shimmer of pearls. Alanima's left hand rested on her broad chest, while her right hand was raised high, a cold glint flashing within the narrow cuff of her sleeve. The Beast King, however, remained completely oblivious, motionless.

Luo Zhu's heart suddenly pounded wildly, and she abruptly held her breath. She knew that as long as Alanima's arm could fall smoothly, all the suffering and humiliation brought by the Beast King would end.

However, just as Alanima's right hand had descended a few inches, a low, indistinct groan escaped from the Beast King's throat, and his previously closed eyes suddenly snapped open. Several bloodshot veins, a sign of drunkenness, surrounded his dark brown pupils, and the hazy, bewildered look in his eagle eyes softened his usual sharp, imposing, and sinister aura.

While he wasn't as suffocatingly terrifying as usual now, he still commanded respect. The cold glint of light from Alanima's sleeve vanished instantly, completely concealed by thick leather sleeves.

Alas, the assassination attempt had failed!

Luo Zhu exhaled the stale air from her chest, closed her eyes briefly, and felt an incredibly complex mix of emotions. Regret, sorrow, remorse, frustration, and disappointment were intertwined with a strange sense of relief, and even a faint feeling of relief. This…this…she quickly attributed this strange feeling to the lingering humanity within her soul.

Her molars ground together in frustration, and she silently berated herself for her own uselessness. Damn it, after a month of being around beasts, I still have a shred of humanity left in my heart towards them? Isn't that just being a masochist? Her fingers, gripping the tiger-striped mastiff's mane, tightened their hold, eliciting a low growl from the dog's throat, but she remained oblivious.

"Water!" Zambu Zhuodun, temporarily waking from his stupor, rubbed his temples, his brow furrowing slightly

, and uttered a single command. "Medo, take off the king's boots later, go and pour him water first," Alan Nima instructed Quzhen Medo, who was still lying dumbfounded on Zambu Zhuodun's lap. Her right hand fell imperceptibly, resting on his bronze chest along with her left.

"Oh...oh, this lowly servant will go right away, please wait a moment, Your Majesty." The dazed Qu Zhenmeiduo responded as if waking from a dream, a flicker of fear crossing her eyes. She hastily rose and retreated to the outer room.

"Your Majesty, this lowly servant is wiping you down," Alanima's voice was soft and sweet, her large eyes slightly narrowed, shimmering with a captivating, alluring light. Her soft body nestled into Zanbu Zhuodun's arms like a snake, her hands boldly and provocatively roaming and caressing his bare chest.

Was she courting death? She actually dared to seduce Zanbu Zhuodun?! Luo Zhu gasped, his heart turning icy. Alanima was beautiful, but how could she compare to the beauties presented by the guests in the council hall? Faced with such stunning beauties, the Beast King could still mercilessly offer them to his hounds to devour; how could he possibly be seduced by a mere, reasonably attractive female slave? Weren't those twelve beautiful palace maids who served him so intimately also slaughtered without a second thought? Faced with such a brutal and ruthless beast, how could Alanima dare to seduce him? How could she possibly succeed in seducing him?

She gasped and lamented, expecting another cruel tragedy to unfold, but unexpectedly, Zanbu Zhuodun, lying on the bed opposite her, didn't break Alanima's hands that were brazenly teasing his chest, nor did he twist her head off and toss it around like a ball.

He stopped rubbing his temples, lifted Alanima's chin with his fingers, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and a half-smile played on his lips: "Wipe with a handkerchief, or wipe with your body?" His deep, resonant voice lost its cold indifference, becoming tinged with a sexy, husky hue from drunkenness and a malicious chuckle.

Teasing? The beast king was teasing a woman?! Was this… drunken confusion? Luo Zhu stared in astonishment, her mouth involuntarily forming an "O," a flicker of hope rising within her previously frustrated and disappointed heart. If the Beast King was truly insane, then it would be easier to slaughter him.

"Whatever Your Majesty desires, this lowly servant will use to wipe myself," Alanima's voice softened, her left hand caressing the two dark red nipples on the Beast King's chest, her fingertips playfully tracing circles. Her right hand wrapped around his neck, her breath sweet as orchids. Her half-up face blossomed into a captivating smile, bathed in the soft glow of the luminous pearl, like a bright and radiant sunflower, beautiful, radiant, and heartwarming.

And within the sleeve of her right hand, wrapped around the back of the Beast King's neck, a cold glint was faintly visible. With a flick of her wrist, a gleaming dagger emerged from her sleeve, its tip pointing directly at the back of the Beast King's head.

“Then you can wipe yourself with your body.” Zanbu Zhuodun chuckled, suddenly grabbing her wrists and pulling her body from his embrace in a flash, throwing her heavily onto the bed.

Alan Nima cried out in pain, the dagger in her hand slipping from her grasp and falling off the bed. Before she could react, Zanbu Zhuodun had already grabbed her robes and ripped them open.

With a few tearing sounds, Alan Nima’s lower body was instantly as smooth as a freshly peeled egg. Her flat, firm abdomen, pert, full buttocks, smooth, long thighs, and mysterious, lush black bush all exuded the youthful charm of a girl and the soft allure of a woman.

“No! No! Let me go! Let me go! I don’t want to!” Coming to her senses, Alan Nima began to struggle violently, crying out hoarsely, her once radiant and charming face now filled with boundless terror.

However, her desperate struggles were like an ant trying to shake a tree to Zambu Zhuoton, utterly insignificant. He raised his hand and slapped Alanima twice across the face.

Alanima instantly collapsed onto the bed, convulsing, her delicate cheeks swollen, and crimson blood slowly oozing from her ears, nostrils, and mouth.

"You lowly slave," Zambu Zhuoton sneered. Looking at the unconscious slave on the bed, he slowly removed his cumbersome fur robe and shirt, then ripped off his trousers. A low, hoarse, and sexy laugh escaped his throat, the flush of alcohol on his cheeks seeming to rise, turning his eagle eyes bloodshot, the madness in his pupils burning ever brighter like a flame. His tongue excitedly licked his full upper lip, the corners of his mouth revealing a bloodthirsty wickedness.

He gripped Alanima's thighs with his large hands, forcefully spreading them apart, and thrust his strong, muscular hips forward.

"Ah—"

A piercing scream echoed throughout the palace, causing Luo Zhu's heart to spasm. Her scalp tingled and tingled, and her body, clutching the tiger-striped mastiff, trembled uncontrollably.

In her twenty years of life, this was the first time she had witnessed a man raping a woman.

Chapter 082 Cruel Rape

The heavy bed shook violently, creaking and groaning.

Zanbu Zhuotun's large hands, like iron clamps, forcefully lifted and pressed Alanima's legs upwards, binding them firmly to either side of her head along with her arms, almost folding her body in half. Her full buttocks were forced high into the air by this position, allowing Luo Zhu to see the entire rape clearly.

Alanima's chin was held high, her neck forming a graceful, long arc, her beautiful features contorted in extreme pain. Her face was deathly pale, wet with what appeared to be sweat or tears, and her gaping mouth emitted heart-wrenching screams. She struggled frantically, but only her head could move freely, and only her heaving chest rose and fell rapidly.

Crimson blood dripped continuously from her buttocks, instantly soaking a large patch of the milky-white cotton mattress on the bed. Through the gaps between their violently colliding bodies, a massive, dark red pillar could be seen moving in and out of her legs at an astonishing speed, her firm, flawless abdomen bulging and flattening with each thrust, a truly bizarre sight.

The naked Zanbu Zhuodun was a uniform, deep bronze color from head to toe. His tall frame was adorned with bulging, powerful muscles that, with each powerful thrust of his hips, stretched and contracted, gradually released a fine, translucent sheen of sweat, contrasting with a few shallow scars, exuding unparalleled masculinity and allure.

Looking closer, his slightly wavy, dark brown hair, with a few thin braids, swung arrogantly over his shoulders. His ochre lips parted slightly, emitting a low, beastly breath. His bronze cheeks glowed with a fiery red, his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, making him as irresistibly seductive as his naked body. Only his half-closed, eagle-like eyes, bloodshot and filled with the frenzy, excitement, pleasure, and savagery of a wild beast, were truly captivating. Humanity was nowhere to be found in those eyes. A deep, chilling, and bloodthirsty aura emanated from his body, gradually permeating every corner of the palace.

"Ah—"

With a sudden, forceful thrust, Alanima let out an even more piercing scream. Her head, along with half of her upper body, was lifted off the bed, then slammed back down, her long, black braids obscuring most of her face. Blood gushed from her buttocks, and her body, like a bowstring snapped, went limp in an instant. The fierce struggles gradually subsided, and her painful cries grew weaker and weaker.

Splash—splash—

loud splashing sounds echoed in the bedchamber, but even Luo Zhu, who had never actually experienced sexual intercourse, knew it wasn't the fragrant fluids of a woman, but rather sticky, bloody discharge. Soft, lumpy substances mixed with blood were continuously pulled out by the thrusting penis, sliding onto the bed.

No, this is impossible, how could this be?! How could such a bizarre situation occur during the intercourse of a man and a woman?! Even in cases of rape and severe bleeding, there shouldn't be those sticky, soft lumps, like...like something from inside the abdomen... She abruptly stopped, unable to further speculate about what those bloody lumps were from a woman's body.

At that moment, she forgot to cover herself, forgot to turn her head or close her eyes, staring blankly at the tragedy on the bed, clutching the tiger-striped mastiff

. She saw Qu Zhen Meiduo rush in, horrified and furious, raising a gleaming dagger towards the beast king's back; she saw the beast king casually swing his left arm backward, and Qu Zhen Meiduo's head flew off her neck. The headless body slumped before the bed, splattered blood painting a grotesque crimson pattern on the beast king's bare, strong back. Even as he killed, his thrusting continued without pause, still incredibly fast. Beneath him, Alanima, writhing under the impact, was tossed back and forth, her screams growing fainter than they could be.

A beast! A living beast! A beast in human skin, more terrifying than any beast!

She clung tightly to the mastiff, her stiff body trembling violently, chilled to the bone, her teeth chattering softly. Overwhelmed by terror, she completely ignored Gesang Zhuoma's strange behavior beside her.

It felt like an eternity, yet also like a fleeting moment. The beast opposite her let out a low, pleasurable roar, his hips suddenly pressing against Alanima, motionless, his strong, muscular buttocks twitching. After a long while, he finally pulled away, casually tossing Alanima off the bed and onto Quzhen Meiduo's corpse. Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, his brows furrowed, his hands forming a strange, complex hand seal at his dantian.

A thin braid came undone from Alanima's face, revealing twisted and grotesque features. Blood flowed from her seven orifices, her eyes bulged, and her cheeks were a deathly ashen. Her upper body was still barely clothed, but her naked lower body was a gruesome sight. Her thighs and calves were covered in purplish-blue bruises, and her limp legs were slick with blood, mixed with milky semen and unidentified dark red lumps. Her head, which had been shaking violently, was now still, and her chest, which had been heaving rapidly, was now forever still.

This was the result of an ant trying to shake a tree.

Why didn't she cherish her life? Why didn't she think things through before acting? Why didn't she become a ninja turtle and find another chance to escape? Knowing she was facing an extremely terrifying beast, she still insisted on trying to pull out its whiskers. Now she was satisfied? Did she die in peace? Not only did they lose their vibrant lives, but they were also brutally raped and died in utter humiliation. It was utterly stupid!

Luo Zhu stared at the two corpses lying on the ground, her eyes dry, unable to shed a single tear. A mocking sneer suddenly rose in her horrified heart. Her gaze shifted upwards to the beastly king sitting cross-legged on the bed.

The flush on his cheeks had vanished, and glistening beads of sweat still glistened on his bare, bronze skin. The wildness and savagery of his beastly nature had faded from his relaxed brows, replaced by the majestic and domineering presence of a king. His aura of murderous intent was not weaker but stronger, like layers of blood-red chains binding him.

Suddenly, his closed eyes snapped open, a flash of blood-red light shooting from them. His hawk-like eyes returned to their usual dark brown, shooting straight at her, a chilling smile curving his lips.

Luo Zhu's heart skipped a beat; she had no time to react. Gesang Zhuoma, standing beside him, let out a terrified scream, dropping the snow mastiff she was holding and scrambling to her knees before Zanbu Zhuotun's bed.

"Mercy, Your Majesty! Mercy, Your Majesty!"

she cried, as if she had lost her mind, frantically banging her head against the ground with each thud, making Zanbu Zhuotun's smile grow ever wider.

The instant Luo Zhu caught a glimpse of the beastly king's upturned lips, her initial shock and confusion vanished, replaced by a deafening roar in her head. Her body, acting before reason, scrambled forward, wrapping its arms tightly around Gesang Zhuoma.

"Mercy, Your Majesty! Mercy, Your Majesty! Mercy, Your Majesty!"

Gesang Zhuoma screamed hysterically in her arms, and with a sudden burst of strength, she shoved Luo Zhu away, throwing her aside, and continued her frantic kowtows to Zanbu Zhuotun. Her

fine, dense braids traced arcs in the air, her pale, bluish face contorted with intense fear. Her terrified eyes were unfocused and lifeless, clearly indicating she was delirious.

"Zhuoma! Wake up! Wake up!" A chilling dread washed over Luo Zhu as she rushed forward, grabbing her again and shaking her violently.

"Spare me, Your Majesty! Spare me, Your Majesty!" Gesang Zhuoma screamed in agony, writhing and thrashing in Luo Zhu's arms like a stung rabbit, even hitting her with her hands.

*Slap*—Luo

Zhu was caught off guard and slapped hard across the face. Without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped Gesang Zhuoma twice back, stunning the crazed Gesang Zhuoma.

"Zhuoma, wake up!" She gripped Gesang Zhuoma's shoulders, looking deeply into her unfocused eyes, and said in a low voice.

Gesang Zhuoma covered her cheeks, staring blankly at her. After a long while, her unfocused eyes finally focused, and a half-smile appeared on her lips before she suddenly pushed Luo Zhu away, bracing herself on the ground and vomiting violently.

Chapter 83 A Beast is a Beast

Luo Zhu sat on the carpet in shock and disbelief, staring blankly at Gesang Zhuoma, who was vomiting uncontrollably.

The sour stench of the filth mingled with the blood and lewdness of lust in the air, creating a nauseating smell that made her throat spasm involuntarily. She took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming urge to vomit. Looking at Gesang Zhuoma's haggard appearance and pale face, and recalling her recent lethargy, excessive sleepiness, dizziness, and frequent vomiting, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed through her mind.

Gesang Zhuoma...could she be pregnant?!

Although she had never been pregnant, in this modern age of abundant information, even without specifically paying attention, she knew a little about the situation of pregnant women.

"Zhuoma...you...you're...are you pregnant...pregnant..."

She stammered, unable to utter the last word, afraid that she might have revealed the truth. Pregnant! Pregnant!? She couldn't even protect one adult, let alone a child. How could she possibly ensure their lives?!

Gesang Zhuoma seemed to realize something as well, spitting out the last mouthful of bile, placing her hands on her lower abdomen, and looking up to meet Luo Zhu's gaze.

Both pairs of eyes were wide open, overflowing with the same shock, the same fear, the same despair. And in Gesang Zhuoma's eyes, besides shock, fear, and despair, there was also a deep plea.

"Tsk, she's pregnant. She's even more capable than most slave girls." A mocking laugh drifted from the bed. "I wonder which hound's child is in her belly?" Zanbu Zhuodun, ignored for so long, remained seated, right elbow resting on his knee, chin propped on his hand, smiling lazily. His slightly narrowed, dark brown eagle eyes were deep and unfathomable, cold and unfathomable.

"Zhuoma is carrying her man's child!" Luo Zhu reflexively turned and roared. The words had barely left her lips when her pale face turned even paler. She knelt down with lightning speed, her forehead slamming against the carpet, begging for mercy in terror, "Your Majesty, spare me! This lowly slave…this lowly slave misspoke, please forgive me!" She was insane to roar at the ruthless beastly king. Still using his hands? How could that possibly bring him pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

Gesang Zhuoma was stunned for a moment, then quickly crawled over and kowtowed heavily to Zanbu Zhuodun: "Please, Your Majesty, spare Sister Luozhu! Please, Your Majesty, spare my life!"

Zanbu Zhuodun's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked down at the kneeling female slave with a sinister gaze, saying nothing. After a long while, the surging murderous intent gradually subsided, and he slightly raised the corner of his lips, saying indifferently: "Since a mastiff slave is pregnant with a man's child, she should be moved out of the mastiff kennel and thrown into the breeding kennel."

Moved out of the mastiff kennel and thrown into the breeding kennel.

These few simple words meant that Gesang Zhuoma, after more than a month of wandering, still couldn't escape the humiliating and tragic fate of being forced into breeding; it meant that all their efforts, all their perseverance, all their forbearance would be in vain. Upon

hearing the devastating news, Gesang Zhuoma's body stiffened abruptly, then collapsed to the ground, fainting from the shock.

"Your Majesty, please have mercy and let her continue living in the mastiff barn," Luo Zhu pleaded, trying to hide the terror in her eyes, cowering and humbly looking up at Zanbu Zhuodun.

Zanbu Zhuodun's lips curled into a wicked, ferocious smile as he slowly said, "Unless the fetus is aborted, she has no right to live in the mastiff barn."

Abortion?! No, no. Luo Zhu's lips trembled, her mind racing. Even with modern high-tech abortion, a single mistake could lead to massive bleeding, blocked fallopian tubes, and many other complications. This ancient and outdated highland abortion… she dared not gamble with Gesang Zhuoma's life and body. And it was obvious that after losing her beloved father and brother, her sweetheart, and being far from family and home, this sweet child, bound by blood, would become Gesang Zhuoma's warmest and most important comfort, the driving force that would help her live on stronger.

She turned her head to look at the unconscious Gesang Zhuoma. Her pale face revealed deep weariness and fear, her brows furrowed tightly, and her long, expressive eyes closed quietly. She couldn't forget the deep plea hidden in those expressive eyes when they met, so profound, so intense, so painful, containing a mother's love and reluctance to part with her child. Gesang Zhuoma... would she become a good mother like her mother?

Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists at her sides. She stared for a long time before finally turning her head slowly. Her face was expressionless as she looked at the beastly king, whose smile was more cruel and heartless than a wolf's. She softly said, "Your Majesty, punish me. Please don't make Zhuoma have an abortion, and don't throw her into the breeding shed." Her pleading words were flat and emotionless, revealing not a trace of sorrow or grief.

"Punish you?" Zanbu Zhuodun raised an eyebrow, unabashedly stretching his naked body, and straddled the bed with his legs spread wide, asking with amusement, "What did you do wrong?"

"Knowing that the two palace servants harbored ill intentions, you deliberately dragged Zhuoma away to entangle the mastiff, allowing them to assassinate the king. Their intentions are despicable." Luo Zhu lowered her eyes and stated calmly, "I am the mastermind behind this. As long as the king spares Zhuoma, I will let the king deal with me as he sees fit."

"Heh, so you know perfectly well why I'm angry." Hearing Luo Zhu's confession, Zanbu Zhuodun laughed, "If I don't spare her, I can also deal with you as I please." He paused, his laughter turning cold, "Come closer."

Luo Zhu hesitated for a moment before moving her knees. She only took two steps on her knees when she was pulled by a strong force, and she fell awkwardly between Zanbu Zhuodun's open legs. Instantly, the sticky, coarse, thick fur prickled her face painfully, and a stench assaulted her senses, almost making her vomit. Before she could even turn her head, her chin was forcibly lifted by iron-like fingers.

A stern, menacing gaze pierced her heart, scrutinizing her face inch by inch, not missing a single detail. The hawk-like eyes grew increasingly dark, seemingly brewing a storm capable of destroying everything.

"Tell me, why are you so good to that mastiff slave?" Rough thumbs gently caressed her scarred, petal-shaped lips, the cold, indifferent voice tinged with chilling coldness. "Don't lie, or you won't be able to bear the consequences."

Luo Zhu fell silent, her lips pressed tightly together, showing an expression that said she would rather die than tell. Just as Zambu Zhuodun's patience was wearing thin, and he was about to violently shove her away, her petal-shaped lips parted slightly, and she uttered a series of sentences in a low voice: "Her family took me in. She cares about me, worries about me, was the first person to fight for me, and is my first good friend in this world. I love the warmth she gives me, I love the feeling of having someone care about me. I'm willing to do everything in my power to protect her."

"Even if it costs you your life?"

Her body trembled, and she didn't answer immediately. After hesitating for a while, she nodded heavily and hummed in agreement.

"I'd like to see how much you'll protect her." Zambu Zhuodun released her chin, grabbed the back of her head with his large hand, pressed her head down, and chuckled evilly, "Don't you like to use your tongue to please me and make up for your mistakes? Then lick it clean properly."

With that wicked chuckle, a huge, dark reddish-black fleshy pillar gradually rose from the thick, blood-slicked black bush between his legs. The shaft was bulging with veins like coiled dragons, the enormous glans the size of an adult's fist, and the smooth, mushroom-shaped tip naturally protruded into a fleshy cone about half an inch high and the size of a walnut, with a small hole embedded in the cone. The entire penis was over thirty centimeters long and five or six centimeters thick, stained with blood from head to base, with two or three patches of dark red, mucous-like foreign matter clinging to it.

This…is this still human?!

Extreme shock completely overwhelmed any instinctive shyness a woman might have felt. Luo Zhu stared intently at the foul-smelling giant pillar protruding before her, a bone-chilling cold rising from the soles of her feet, rushing up her spine and throughout her body.

King Guge's body was as robust and strong as a wild yak, his eyes as majestic and sharp as a vulture, his strength as terrifying as a bear, his speed as swift as a leopard…all the praise should be followed by the addition that "his penis is thicker and longer than a donkey's!" Indeed, a beast is a beast! A beast in all its rightful place!

In a daze, she recalled a true story she had seen online. A foreigner, because of his excessively long penis, was always suspected of concealing a weapon when boarding a plane and was frequently subjected to thorough searches after pulling down his pants. What was her reaction back then? She seemed to have laughed out loud three times. But now, facing a penis that, even if it had shrunk in length, would most likely still be subject to a pants-pulling search by airport security, she couldn't laugh at all.

She finally understood why Alanima had died so tragically. She finally understood why all the beastly king's concubines died young. She finally understood why Shakyamuni had repeatedly warned her. This terrifying thing was far beyond a woman's capacity to bear. If he were to have intercourse with a woman even once, that woman would be utterly destroyed, with no chance of survival.

Images of soldiers gouging out women's genitals flashed through her mind, alternating with Alanima's mangled genitals. Cold sweat poured from every pore, soaking her inner hemp clothing in moments. She wanted to scream, to turn and run, to chop down the massive, crimson-black pillar before her.

“You pig, if you lick it clean, I’ll spare that mastiff slave and forgive your mistake.” Zanbu Zhuodun grabbed Luo Zhu’s braid, lifted her head, and chuckled wickedly. “You all come from Namu’a village outside Guge, right? If you serve me well, I might even let that mastiff slave leave the palace and go back to the village to find the man who slept with her.”

Luo Zhu’s pupils constricted sharply, her features contorted slightly with excitement: “Really…really?!”

“What do you think?” Zanbu Zhuodun chuckled coldly, then pressed her head down again. “Come on, don’t disappoint me. Show me your so-called all-out protection.”

Chapter 084 Good pig, lick it properly.

The towering, dark red pillar stood menacingly before her, so close that she could see the throbbing veins coiled around it. The semi-dried, viscous blood had turned a dark red, occasionally mixed with a few strands of murky milky white.

She was no stranger to male genitalia. In modern times, the theory of the internal and external structure of male and female reproductive organs is a required subject in biology courses. Out of curiosity, she had specifically sought out related pictures and DVDs to study them carefully. Upon arriving on the ancient plateau, she had even touched them with her own hands. She still remembers the pounding of her heart and the burning sensation on her cheeks when she grasped Tashi Langtso's erect penis. At that time, she was filled with both shyness and curiosity, and could be said to have half-heartedly complied with Tashi Langtso's wishes.

However, at this moment, she was not facing male organs, but a deadly weapon. She couldn't wipe it with her hands; she could only lick the filth off this deadly weapon with her mouth.

There was only one way out; not taking it meant death.

She gritted her teeth and tremblingly extended one hand. So thick! One hand couldn't possibly encircle it! She had to extend another hand, gently grasping the weapon with both hands, trembling incessantly. The weapon in her palm was like a piece of burning, hard iron, utterly devoid of softness. Beneath the rough skin throbbed a powerful pulse, nearly causing her to flee in terror.

The weapon was covered in Alanima's blood and mucous membranes, mixed with the Beast King's semen—an indescribable stench, an indescribable filth, an indescribable foulness.

How could she possibly lick such a disgusting and terrifying thing?! She was human, a living, breathing human being! Couldn't she truly… truly possess even a shred of dignity?

Luo Zhu tightly pressed her lips together, her heart wrestling with intense conflict.

"You swine, is this your so-called all-out protection?" After what seemed like an eternity, the Beast King's uniquely cold, indifferent, mocking smile floated down from above. "Since you can't lick it, then don't force yourself." Before

the words were even finished, a sharp pain shot through her scalp, and she was flung away. Sitting on the ground, she stared in astonishment at Zanbu Zhuodun.

"Someone!" Zanbu Zhuodun, ignoring her gaze, casually draped a fur robe over himself and called out.

The curtain fluttered slightly, and heavy, powerful footsteps sounded as six armored guards entered, kneeling respectfully on the ground.

"Prepare the bathwater. Drag all the slaves lying in the bedchamber out and chop them up to feed the mastiffs," Zanbu Zhuodun ordered coldly, without even glancing at Luo Zhu.

"Yes,"

guard Shen Su replied, immediately dividing the tasks. Two guards went out to prepare the bathwater, one quickly cleaned up the vomit Gesang Zhuoma had left on the ground, and the other three moved the two corpses lying on the ground and the unconscious Gesang Zhuoma.

"No, don't touch her!" Luo Zhu snapped out of her daze, suddenly turning and lunging forward, grabbing a guard's arm tightly, trying to stop him from dragging Gesang Zhuoma away.

The burly guard merely swung his arm slightly, sending her flying several feet away.

"No—" she screamed, lunging forward again, her fingertips gliding across the hem of Gesang Zhuoma's robe. She collapsed heavily to the ground, forced to watch helplessly as Gesang Zhuoma was dragged away by the guards and disappeared behind the curtain. A wave of dizziness washed over her; a net of inescapable despair and utterly powerless terror descended from above, suffocating her.

"This is the choice you made," came Zanbu Zhuotun's chilling, hellish voice from behind.

She bit her lower lip hard with her pearly white teeth, blood gushing forth. She broke free from the dizziness, abruptly turning and scrambling back to the bedside.

"Your Majesty, I'll lick it, I'll lick it! Please spare Zhuoma!"

she pleaded desperately, her hands trembling as she pulled back her robe, grasped the dark, menacing weapon once more, and without hesitation, extended her tongue and licked it.

A warm, smooth tongue licked across his penis, and in an instant, Zanbu Zhuodun felt an intense tingling sensation rise from his tailbone. Initially as fine as a thread, it then expanded, gradually spreading throughout his limbs and bones. Every pore on his body relaxed and felt blissful, several times more intense than intercourse with a woman.

"That's right," he sighed, his large hand gently covering the small head buried between his legs. His usually cold and indifferent voice softened slightly, "Good girl, lick it well."

"I...I'm good...please...please, Your Majesty...spare...spare Zhuoma..."

Luo Zhu carefully cupped the dark red penis, desperately trying to please the beast king while trembling and pleading again.

On the dark red penis, a pink, smooth tongue clung tightly, slowly wriggling like a playful little fish, giving him unparalleled tingling pleasure. Whenever the petal-shaped lips accidentally touched the pillar, the resulting tingling and itching sensation penetrated deep into the heart. The bulging veins gleamed with a captivating, watery light, and the filth was licked away by the incredibly cute little tongue. Listening to the soft, humble, and indistinct murmurs, the mood gradually brightened.

"Alright… I'll send someone home for that mastiff slave tomorrow. Silver Lion, get out!" Zanbu Zhuodun reluctantly shifted his gaze, looking up and shouting at the Silver Lion, which had been quietly perched in the central eight-treasure wheel of the palace.

"Awooo—"

The Silver Lion rose and howled softly, its blue triangular eyes flashing with a strange light. It glanced at Zanbu Zhuodun, then its gaze lingered on Luo Zhu, before leading the two mastiffs out through the curtain.

Was the Silver Lion being sent to stop the guards? Luo Zhu was startled and delighted, retracting its tongue to look towards the source of the curtain's movement, but its head was firmly held in place by a powerful hand, rendering it immobile.

"Good pig, concentrate, or don't blame me for turning my back on you." A low, sexy, husky voice from Zanbu Zhuodun warned from above. "Then you won't have a chance to make amends."

Luo Zhu had no choice but to grit her teeth, hold her breath, and continue licking that foul-smelling weapon. Endure, endure some more; this precious opportunity only comes once. She had to ensure that the pregnant Gesang Zhuoma returned alive to Namua Village. She tried not to think about where the filth on the weapon came from, tried to ignore the pain and taste on her tongue, and tried her best not to let her tongue carry that filth back into her mouth.

Clear saliva kept secreting due to the stimulation, but she couldn't swallow it, so she simply let it overflow from her mouth.

A faint, low moan escaped Zanbu Zhuodun's throat; his thick, dark eyebrows furrowed, but what remained was an absolute sense of pleasure. His penis swelled even more without him realizing it, and he couldn't help but thrust upwards twice, his breath unsteady as he commanded, "Good pig, hold tighter, move it a little. Hmm, just like that. Keep licking, don't stop. Ah... um... so good... good pig..."

One command, one action.

Even though Luo Zhu's deepest desire was to tighten his grip and snap the weapon in his hand at the root, the shock he had just received completely robbed him of the courage to defy and provoke the rutting beast.

His hands mechanically obeyed his commands, gripping the massive penis and moving it up and down, his tongue never leaving its shaft, licking and swirling it incessantly. Yet, even holding his breath, the stench still flooded his nostrils, entered his mouth, and seeped into his throat and stomach. A nauseating acid churned and raged in his stomach, rising steadily.

"Good pig, suck on the tip of that penis," Zambu Zhuotun demanded, his dark, cold, hawk-like eyes flashing with lust, his bronze cheeks flushed with a blush beyond his intoxication. He held Luo Zhu's head in his hands, kneading it impatiently.

Luo Zhu stared, her face ashen, at the large mushroom-shaped, reddish-black fleshy cone about half an inch high and the size of a walnut. A small hole in the center of the cone was constantly oozing clear, sticky fluid, and a dark red, mucous membrane-like mass clung to the edge of the cone—it looked…it looked like fragments of a woman's ruptured uterus!?

A sudden, intense nausea surged from her stomach to her throat, too fast for her to suppress or turn away. She let out a "whoosh," spitting out a mouthful of acidic liquid. Then, two more "whoosh" sounds followed, several large mouthfuls of acidic liquid drenching the beast king's penis, splashing onto his bushy pubic hair and muscular abdomen.

The sour smell mixed with the stench of blood once again filled the bedchamber. In an instant, all movement froze, all sound vanished, and the entire bedchamber fell into absolute silence.

Chapter 085 The More You Lick, the More You Spit

At this moment, lust froze, the air froze, and time forgot to pass.

The stabbing pain in her lips and tongue had gone numb; her breathing had almost stopped, and even her heart felt like it had stopped beating.

In this terrifying state, Luo Zhu found that her mind was strangely not blank. On the contrary, a strange thought of relief kept looping in her mind.

Luckily, she hadn't eaten anything since noon, and could only vomit up a few mouthfuls of bile. Otherwise, eating what she vomited would have made her a laughing stock online.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the top of her head. Iron claws were tightening, and with just a little more force, those ten hooks made of flesh and blood would pierce her skin, penetrate her skull, and rot her brain.

Her heart clenched even tighter, and cold sweat poured out from every corner of her body—her scalp, forehead, cheeks, neck, chest, back, thighs—every nerve, every muscle, bone, and bone was taut and aching.

“Very good—”

The cold, hard words broke the deathly silence, each syllable squeezed out from between teeth, carrying an intense, murderous urge.

Her head was forced to rise, inch by inch, by a slow, forceful pull that seemed to tear her scalp from her skull, to meet that狰狞, dark face, as sinister as a demon from hell.

“…No…no…not good…Your…Your Majesty…” Luo Zhu’s teeth chattered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. How could she have vomited? How could she have vomited? How could she have vomited in the most beastly place of the Beast King? Why hadn’t she immediately swallowed those mouthfuls of bile? Heaven’s sins can be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot! The question is, who is the one who brought this upon themselves? Who is it?! Why is she the one terrified?! Why is she the one whose soul has left her body?!

Despite the grief and rage surging within her, she could only stare blankly at the beastly king, letting his sharp, piercing, and chilling eagle eyes slowly torture her. The sight of

her wide, furious eyes and her blank, terrified expression greatly stimulated Zanbu Zhuodun's nerves. He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled a breath thick with the stench of blood, continuing, "Your Majesty—not—good—you—good—"

Each word was uttered slowly and deliberately, squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth. Veins throbbed on his forehead, and his sharp, chilling eagle eyes transformed into a tempestuous abyss, a raging storm of malevolent energy and murderous intent churning within. His ten fingers, gripping her thin, black braid, tightened their grip, each knuckle turning bluish-white, and veins bulged like earthworms on the back of his bronze hands, mirroring the pain on his forehead.

Luo Zhu felt her scalp throbbing with pain, and tears welled in her eyes, an unbearable glint in her eyes. But she knew perfectly well that if the Beast King hadn't shown mercy, she would have been torn apart like Qu Zhenmeiduo. Although she didn't understand why he was suppressing his bloodthirstiness, reality and time didn't allow her time to dwell on it. She hastily concluded that the Beast King was bewildered by this unexpected event, causing his abnormal behavior. She couldn't just sit and wait for him to recover and kill her; she had to seize this fleeting opportunity to find a glimmer of hope.

"I...no...no...I want to turn my head...but...I can't turn it..." she timidly whispered, trying to draw the Beast King's attention to her helplessness. She hadn't had time to turn her head, and even if she remembered, given the force of the Beast King's large hand massaging her head, she truly couldn't turn it.

"So it was my fault after all. I shouldn't have held your head down." Zanbu Zhuodun's chest tightened, the storm in his eyes intensifying as he desperately wanted to tear this eyesore to shreds. "Seriously, I shouldn't have forced you to lick it, otherwise you wouldn't have vomited."

Damn it, he'd made things worse, it had...it backfired! The more truthful the beast's words seemed, the more it fueled his rage.

"No...it wasn't the king's fault, it was my fault! It was all my fault! I...I slapped myself!" she cried out in terror, raising her hand to slap herself mercilessly.

*Slap!*

The crisp sound of the slap echoed loudly in the frozen palace, bringing Zanbu Zhuodun's fury to a new peak.

He released Luo Zhu's braids, grabbing her wrists and pulling her closer.

"You pig, why don't you use your tongue to make up for your mistake?" His cold, hard voice, brimming with anger, rose slightly, his hawk-like eyes glaring at her fiercely, his heavy, hot breath almost hitting her face.

"I'm afraid the more I lick, the more I'll vomit."

Luo Zhu's eyes widened in terror. She thought she was answering in her mind, but unknowingly, due to extreme fear, the answer slipped out of her mouth unconsciously.

Seeing the murderous intent and killing intent in the Beast King's eagle eyes suddenly burst forth, her heart sank into an icy pool, and her body became completely cold and stiff. Words have brought disaster! Now, even if she slapped herself, cutting off her own tongue probably wouldn't stop her death.

The more she licked… the more she'd vomited?!

Zanbu Zhuo Dun's chest tightened upon hearing this. He paused for a moment, then flew into a rage, throwing Luo Zhu onto the bed. In twenty-three years, this was the first time he had felt such intense anger, a desire to tear something to pieces and devour it.

"If your mouth and tongue aren't enough, then use your body to cleanse it!"

he roared, pouncing on Luo Zhu like a mad lion, tearing at her clothes.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Luo Zhu was terrified beyond measure, screaming uncontrollably. She flailed and kicked, her body twisting and thrashing about like a wildcat struggling for its life under a lion's claws.

Even with all her might, the tragic truth was that no matter how sharp a wildcat's claws were, they were no match for the lion's overwhelming strength. In moments, her robes turned to withered leaves and flew from her body. Even more terrifying was that her situation was worse than Alanima's. While Alanima had only been naked from the waist down, she was completely naked, her fair, smooth, and fleshy body fully exposed.

Her kicking legs were clamped down by two large hands, viciously spread apart, and a hot, hard object pressed against her lower body. With just one thrust, she would suffer the same fate as Alanima.

"No! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Unable to move her legs, she desperately tried to sit up and thrashed at the beastly king's hands that were restraining her thighs, crying and screaming hysterically. Tears of terror streamed down her face.

Zambu Zhuoton stared intently at the pair of plump, snow-white breasts that swayed and bounced before him, delicate and smooth like fine cheese covered in a soft glow. The tiny, tender buds at the tips were pink and charming, the pale pink areolas alluring like a moon halo. In the soft candlelight, they appeared even more lustrous and seductive, tempting him to ravage and pluck them.

He felt a strange dryness in his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down several times. His penis suddenly swelled to the point of bursting, a pain he had never experienced before. Never before had he felt such an urgent need to release. She was just a lowly mastiff slave; he had seen countless beauties more beautiful and fairer than her, so why did he feel such a swift and powerful desire for her? She had clearly committed the grave sin of disrespect, so why couldn't his fingers penetrate her head?

Extreme anger and extreme desire intertwined and twisted, each element completely unfamiliar, each element making him feel as if he were losing control.

"Waaah, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Her shrill cries echoed in his ears, piercing his heart and fueling his growing irritation. He suddenly released her thighs, his tall, muscular body completely covering her plump, white, and smooth skin. He firmly covered her mouth with one hand, while the other, as he pleased, grabbed one of her breasts and began to vigorously knead and rub it.

The heavy weight made it hard for her to breathe, and waves of pain surged through her chest from the ravaging. All her screams of pain were forcibly stifled, only tears streaming from her eyes, instantly soaking the hand covering her mouth.

The beast king's powerful body was completely embedded between her legs; even with her legs free, they were now forced open, making futile but exhausting kicks. His weapon, pressed tightly against her soft, tender flesh, haphazardly poked and prodded her lower body, causing her both pain and panic.

Suddenly, that scorching, hard weapon stabbed at a certain spot. Instantly, a tearing, sharp pain spread from her lower body, and the vivid image of Alanima being brutally raped flashed through her mind, becoming the final straw that broke Luo Zhu's back.

She weakly pried open Zanbu Zhuotun's hand covering her mouth, her tear-filled eyes rolled back, and she let out a mournful whimper, fainting from fright for the first time in the ancient plateau.

Sensing the female slave beneath him relax, Zanbu Zhuotun released his large hand from her mouth and sucked hard on the budding peaks of her breasts with a smacking sound. After closing her legs, he recklessly thrust into her soft, smooth flower valley.

Chapter 086 Danger in Hands

The heavy bed shook violently again, creaking and groaning.

The pale, pale body, now unconscious, was tossed and turned in various positions by the strong, muscular man. Low, heavy breathing and pleasurable moans intertwined, echoing the creaking of the bed, creating an ancient rhythm of procreation.

"Ah—"

Zanbu Zhuodun suddenly roared with pleasure, his slightly curly, sweat-dampened black hair flying wildly in the air, his neck and prominent Adam's apple drawing a graceful arc. His muscles tensed, and glistening sweat trickled down his bronze-colored bulge, exuding masculine virility. A moment later

, a rich, musky scent of semen filled the air.

He half-closed his hawk-like eyes, somewhat lost in thought, as if savoring the moment. But his relaxed brows didn't reveal complete pleasure; a faint hint of disappointment and dissatisfaction lingered.

After the afterglow of his climax, the pent-up anger in his heart and the burning desire in his lower abdomen slowly subsided. His dark brown, hawk-like eyes regained their deep, sharp intensity, flashing with a cold, sinister light.

He lowered his head, scrutinizing the female slave lying beneath him.

A thin, jet-black braid swept diagonally across her forehead, making her oval face appear deathly pale. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and her tightly closed eyes and long, curled eyelashes were wet with tears. Beneath her delicate, jade-like nose, her round lips were torn and stained with blood. It seemed that from the first day he met her, her face had rarely been stained with color, and her petal-like lips had rarely been unscathed.

In his presence, this female slave's most common demeanor was either trembling in humble submission or filled with terror. But strangely, no matter how much she was humiliated and tortured, no matter how horrific the scene, she was afraid, yet she never fainted. Deep within her large eyes, a strong desire for life would often inadvertently surface, clearly different from that of ordinary slaves.

Putting aside the interest sparked by Yin Ni's selection of her, this was the first time he had seen such a strange female slave, and his desire to tease and toy with her intensified. He often deliberately tortured and intimidated her, going to extremes. He wanted to see when she would lose her will to live and become as resigned and numb as ordinary slaves. He also wanted to see what methods he would use, and to what extent, to make her faint from fright.

He hadn't seen the former yet; as for the latter, he had finally gotten his wish today.

He didn't feel the expected pleasure and triumph; instead, he felt a tightness in his chest. This damned female slave's greatest fear was that he would kill her by rape!

His gaze moved down to her right shoulder, where a black Mu Chi royal slave mark was branded. The edges of the mark were concave and dark red, and the pattern in the center was slightly raised. The character "slave" was embedded in a skull, surrounded by exquisite sixteen-petaled lotus flowers, standing out starkly against her round, white shoulders, clearly declaring to the world that she was a slave of the Mu Chi royal family.

She was his slave, and everything about her, body and soul, rightfully belonged to him, her master. Was offering her chastity and life to her esteemed master really that terrifying? She actually fainted from fright!

A strange anger rose in his chest, and his large hand gripped her right shoulder, branded with the slave mark, tightening slightly. Seeing the pain on her face, he slowly released her. His vulture-like, sinister gaze swept over her high, full breasts, the delicate pink buds, and stopped at her plump, round waist.

Bruises, blue, purple, and dark red, wrapped like a ribbon around her rounded waist. He had inflicted them in his rage because he loathed her silence, but hadn't intended to strangle her until she fainted. He gently touched the bruises, pressing down, and heard a faint groan of pain. Tsk, her waist was covered in bruises; yet she had struggled so desperately just now. This female slave's endurance was truly extraordinary. A slight smile played

on his lips as his gaze moved downwards, sweeping over her slightly protruding, soft belly and the cute, round navel, finally settling between her legs.

The mound was smooth and tender, the swollen, engorged vulva glistening with milky fluid, and the bright red petals were also covered inside and out with a milky, sticky substance, exuding his unique, rich scent.

The tightness in his chest and the trace of anger inexplicably lessened. He licked his dry lower lip, then reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Unlike the women of Boba, her frame was extremely slender, her body covered in firm, elastic flesh like a piglet. Her skin was white and tender, fine and smooth, covered with a very light pink. Holding this plump, smooth body close to his skin felt like holding a soft, boneless doll, an incredibly comfortable sensation.

He couldn't resist reaching out to pinch and knead the soft, smooth flesh, his teeth starting to itch and ache, eager to bite. Just as his lips touched her round, white shoulder, his body suddenly stiffened, his face instantly turning cold.

Thump—

he threw the female slave he held back heavily onto the bed without any pity, his hawk-like eyes sometimes filled with murderous intent, sometimes deep and cold, sometimes complex and unpredictable.

In the instant before he was about to bite, he suddenly remembered the extremely strange confusion that had lingered in his heart before the release of his desire.

Since when did this female slave become so adept at provoking his anger, causing him to repeatedly break his rules and forgive her disrespect and offenses? Even the grave offense of vomiting on him, though he was burning with rage, he ultimately let her go lightly. After stripping her naked and touching her body, he actually felt a strong desire and…craving for her body?! These feelings had never existed when they first met. Upon closer reflection, he was even more horrified to discover that for the past month or so, whether it was humiliation, torture, or intimidation, all his spare time had revolved around this female slave. She was a danger that was gradually driving him out of control!

A sharp, blood-red glint flashed in his hawk-like eyes, and with lightning speed, he grabbed Luo Zhu's neck.

Her slender, soft neck was incredibly delicate; with just a flick of his fingers, her small head would be separated from her smooth, white body. As his dark brown hawk eyes slowly narrowed, his five bronze fingers began to exert force.

Her pale, bluish face gradually turned purplish-red, her delicate features overflowing with suffocating pain. Her scarred, petal-shaped lips were forced open, revealing a trembling, pink tongue.

The tip of her bright pink tongue still bore the marks he had inflicted during the banquet in the council hall. Suddenly, the lewd image of that small tongue entwined around his fingers, licking his penis, flashed before his eyes. That wet, soft, electric, tingling sensation abruptly spread from his fingertips and groin, his penis regaining its erection, the pent-up desire reigniting.

He leaned over her with one hand, intently staring at that small tongue, exhaling deeply and inhaling deeply. As if bewitched, the murderous intent in his hawk eyes vanished, his head lowering little by little, and almost unconsciously, he slipped his tongue into the mouth of a female slave who had just vomited acid.

His tongue cautiously touched the female slave's small tongue, then quickly withdrew. He then carefully probed in again, just touching it briefly before withdrawing again, repeating this four or five times like a fish or shrimp feeding.

The fingers gripping his neck unconsciously loosened their pressure. When his tongue probed in again, he didn't quickly withdraw, but instead slowly licked, stirred, sucked, and entwined it against her smooth, fragrant tongue. Soft, slippery, and tender, with a faint sour, bitter, and fishy taste mixed with a fragrant, sweet, milky tea flavor. He never imagined that a woman's tongue could not only be used to lick his penis, but also taste so wonderful!

The tender flesh pressed against his chest filled him with an indescribable comfort, and his murderous intent faded. He was the king of Guge, the son of the gods; why should he fear the loss of control caused by a mere female slave? As long as he imbued her with his scent from head to toe, and held her firmly in his grasp, the danger would be under his control.

Zanbu Zhuotun's kisses progressed from tentative to passionate, from awkward to skillful, from light to intense, finally culminating in a frenzied, unrestrained nibbling. He held Luo Zhu tightly on the unusually large bed, their large hands roaming over her plump body, kneading and squeezing wantonly, their obvious greed suggesting they wanted to meld her into their very bones.

Chapter 087 Raped by the Beast King

Luo Zhu struggled forward in the pitch-black darkness.

The path beneath her feet was uneven and full of potholes, causing her to stumble and fall, often leaving her dizzy and disoriented. The demons lurking in the darkness, taking advantage of her unseen state, would occasionally leap out, punching, kicking, pinching, and rubbing against her, causing her excruciating pain. Her body, however, seemed to be under a spell; she couldn't run away, couldn't escape, and had little strength left to resist, only able to grit her teeth and endure.

It felt like being on the equator; the air surrounding her was scorching hot. The burning sensation only seared the surface of her skin; beneath, the flesh and bones felt as cold as if they had been stored in an ice cellar for an entire summer. The icy frost seeped into her bones and lower abdomen, a heavy, agonizing pain that made her want to writhe on the ground and howl.

Faintly, she heard the low howls of wild beasts coming from the darkness in the distance. Beads of cold sweat broke out, she didn't know if it was from the pain, the cold, or fear.

Suddenly, her foot stepped into a ditch, her knee buckled, and she slumped to the ground, losing her balance. Like someone who has traveled a long distance, she could barely keep going slowly, but once she stopped, she couldn't take another step. She was the same; her heavy, aching body was too weak to stand up after sitting down.

She decided to rest and conserve her strength before continuing. She pulled her legs up, hugged her shoulders tightly, and fearfully looked around at the darkness. Those unseen demons and monsters, taking advantage of her weakness, rained down blows upon her, even biting her flesh.

"Get out!" she cried, waving her arms, trying to drive away these formless monsters.

Her arms struck nothing, only to be bitten several times, the pain almost bringing tears to her eyes. "Damn it, I may have a few extra pounds of flesh, but I won't let these monsters bite me for nothing!"

she thought. She tried even harder to fight them, but waves of icy, cramping pain in her lower abdomen drained all her strength. Sweat and tears streamed down her face. Suddenly, she realized this wasn't where she belonged.

Yes, she must be dreaming. Only dreams could be so dark, only dreams could be so cold and hot, and only dreams could contain demons and monsters. Realizing it was a dream, the fear in her heart lessened considerably. Confusion followed, yet it was followed by a sudden realization: why did the pain in her dream feel so real? Could someone really be beating her up in reality? No, she had to wake up immediately, open her eyes wide, and see which bastard dared to lay a hand on her.

She pressed hard on her lower abdomen with one hand to relieve the pain, and rubbed her eyes vigorously with the other. She opened them, but it was all darkness; she rubbed them again, opened them again, and it was still darkness. This repeated several times, but her vision remained pitch black, and the demons and monsters continued to ravage her. She… she couldn't wake up!

“Hehe, interesting, actually able to use blood as a lure to fall into the world of the Soul Eye.”

Just as she was in pain, terrified, and desperately pounding the ground, a soft, warm, and mellow laughter suddenly came from the darkness above. Like a spring breeze, like a gentle rain, all the demons and monsters retreated, instantly driving away the anxiety, fear, despair, and grief in her heart.

She looked up in surprise, and saw a small, faint, and hazy light appear in the inky darkness. The light gradually expanded, and a sacred and extraordinary figure slowly became clear.

He sat cross-legged on a golden lotus flower, his honey-brown skin smooth as porcelain, wearing a reddish-yellow vest and a crimson robe. His right arm was bare, his hands forming a mudra at his chest, bound with a string of phoenix-eye bodhi beads. He had short, dark brown curly hair on his head, and a dark red, walnut-sized papilla on his forehead. His long, elegant black eyebrows slanted towards his temples, and his dark blue phoenix eyes were half-open, containing a profound mystery and boundless vastness. His straight, narrow nose was moist with a clear, bright light, and his thin lips held a compassionate smile, giving her the illusion of a dignified and benevolent appearance.

"Who...who are you?!"

Luo Zhu was extremely surprised. She wasn't a cultivator, nor did she particularly believe in religion. How could a monk, seemingly a deity, appear in her dream? She could even clearly see his appearance?

The monk smiled at her, and in an instant, the ice and snow melted. In the darkness, it seemed as if thousands of pure and holy snow lotuses slowly bloomed. Not only could she faintly hear the sound of the flowers opening, but she could also faintly smell their delicate fragrance.

"If you stay any longer, your soul will slowly dissipate." He didn't answer her question, but instead tossed the rosary beads, radiating light, above her head.

A brilliant light blinded her, and she vaguely heard a soft, gentle, mocking laugh.

"What an interesting and rare fool."

What?! Even in a dream, she was being scorned and ridiculed! If I don't show my power, they'll really think I'm a pushover! It's just a dream, who's afraid of who!

"You're the real, rare, and interesting idiot!"

Luo Zhu roared back almost without hesitation, his eyes snapping open to meet a pair of sharp, dark brown eagle eyes.

"Who are you calling a idiot?"

The eagle eyes narrowed dangerously, a black flame flickering beneath the cold, indifferent voice.

"Who are you cursing?" Luo Zhu was taken aback by the question. Her mind was a jumbled mess, seemingly filled with many things, yet all of them were a blur, impossible to recall.

"How would I know who I'm cursing? Dreams are like being drunk; you rarely remember what you're dreaming about when you wake up." She rolled her eyes halfway through before suddenly stopping.

Wait...wait! It was the beastly king asking her, and she...how could she have answered with such a muddled, half-asleep state? She was only twenty, in the prime of her life; there was no need to rush to be reborn. Her sluggish brain, just beginning to awaken, finally began to function at high speed. She remembered that she hadn't been sleeping; she had fainted during the beastly king's rape.

The memory triggered the awakening of her physical senses: her face hurt, her mouth hurt, her shoulders hurt, her chest hurt, her hands hurt, her feet hurt, her back hurt, her waist hurt, her buttocks hurt, her thighs hurt...every part of her body ached, especially her lower abdomen and genitals.

A heavy, cramping pain shot through her lower abdomen, a burning sensation in her genitals, and a hot, sticky liquid gushed from beneath her, mercilessly drawing away the warmth of life, leaving her body as cold as a corpse being wheeled out of a morgue.

With a sudden surge of strength, she pushed him aside, the unsuspecting beast shoving her. She sat up with lightning speed, looking down at herself, her eyes widening in shock.

Her body was covered in teeth marks, bruises, and dried white discharge. Her once delicate breasts were now almost unrecognizable, the nipples swollen, broken, and oozing blood. Her lower abdomen and inner thighs were also swollen, broken, and covered in white discharge. Blood flowed freely between her legs, and the area between her thighs throbbed with intense pain.

Another sharp, tearing pain shot through her lower abdomen, and a large gush of bright red fluid erupted from the agony. The sweet, metallic smell assaulted her nostrils, and she clearly saw a small patch of dark red mucus mixed in with the blood.

Her body trembled slightly, her face deathly pale as she shifted her gaze to the beast's groin beside her. His abdomen and thighs were stained with bright red blood, the curled black bush was wet and sticky, and the erect, dark weapon was covered in... fresh blood.

She had been raped by the beast king!

This fact struck her like a boulder, leaving her dizzy and disoriented; her heart pounded wildly before suddenly stopping.

A woman's chastity is nothing more than a hymen. Being raped by an ordinary man, she could accept it as being bitten by a vicious dog. But being raped by the beast king's weapon meant a terrible death awaited her.

Although she could still open her eyes and breathe, the intense pain in her abdomen and lower body, and the gushing blood, all proclaimed that she had one foot in the grave.

Death was inevitable.

All hope, her only belief, shattered and collapsed in that instant, and she sank into the icy darkness.

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