[Funerary Sacrifice] (01-03) Author: windy0322

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Author: windy0322
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Chapter 1
These past few days, it's become a habit of mine to have a cup of coffee at the open-air café next to the square early in the morning.
Approaching, I saw Peter behind the bar, yawning and wiping cups—truly the town's number
one lazybones.
"Good morning, Ed, want a special today?" Peter turned around and greeted me when he heard my footsteps
.
I casually pulled up a chair and sat down: "Forget your special, just give me a Mandheling, no
sugar."
"Mandheling…why would a kid drink something so sweet…" Peter muttered as he walked back to the bar. He started rummaging through
his messy pile of coffee utensils. Honestly, it takes him forever to find everything before making a cup of coffee; no wonder
his shop is so quiet.
I put my feet up on the table in this café with only two people, absorbing the essence of the rising sun and fresh air
.
Peter suddenly spoke up: "Ed...you haven't heard yet, have you?" He turned around, his face suddenly turning
serious, an expression that seemed out of place on him, which I found very unsettling.
"What is it...just say what you want to say, don't give me that sour look first thing in the morning, or customers won't dare come in," I
said, adjusting my posture as I spoke, somewhat jokingly.
"Okay," Peter said, "Jason is dead."
The news that suddenly popped into my head stunned me. It felt like I'd been punched in the face, and I
couldn't even figure out who hit me. My brain felt like an engine that was constantly idling, and thinking became a distant
dream.
"Jason is dead? What happened?" I managed to utter these words after taking a few deep breaths.
Peter was silent for a moment, carefully washing the cup in his hands.
"I only heard about it this morning. You know Old Tom, right?" he said. I nodded, an
old man who swept the neighborhood every morning. "Tom found a body in an alley on Central Avenue while sweeping today
. It looks like he was beaten," Peter continued. "He said he never thought someone could vomit so
much blood."
Peter's tone, as if he were talking about something trivial, still
felt unreal to me. We were drinking together at his house just a few days ago...
Lily too, the three of us together... how could this happen now...?
"I haven't heard he had any enemies, it's more natural to think he was beaten up by drunk thugs," Peter
muttered.
The birds in the nearby trees chirped carefree, seemingly out of place with the murder case that was becoming the talk of the town below.
"Jason doesn't usually go to bars, robbery is more likely... Has the police investigated?"
"They probably have, the body has already been removed."
Peter's face showed a dissatisfaction at not being able to see the crime scene.
"And another thing," he whispered, his gossipy mouth close to my ear, "I heard the Bart family
is here too."
"Bart... humph..."
I turned to look at Peter, who gave an awkward blink.
"Looks like things aren't so simple." I took another sip of my coffee.
"I won't say more, Ed, get back to work." He turned and left. This guy, what's with all the mystique
?!
The Bart family is the wealthiest and most powerful clan in this town. Their immense influence
was established hundreds of years ago, and even today, they remain influential figures in the area. At least,
that's my understanding since arriving here.
So what does such a large family have to do with an ordinary young boss in town? The connection lies
with Jason's recently married wife, Lily Bart. Yes, Lily is the current head of the Bart family.
Jill, Bart's sister. Jason was someone Lily met when she went to study in the capital. Like me, he
wasn't originally from this small town.
In fact, Lily, Jason, a girl named Lan, and I
were known as the "Four Fiends of Beijing" at the Imperial Academy... wait, I got that wrong, that was another group of my brothers... they were known as the "Four Heroes of Beijing
"! Only children from wealthy families could afford to study outside this small town; I only knew one or two
people like that. After graduation, the two of them said they wanted to return to Lily's hometown to work hard and make a living. They agreed to
meet again there, and I wandered around alone for a few months.
Young people should be carefree... what's the point of settling down so early...
Although she's called my sister, Jill and Lily are more than ten years apart, and they don't share the same mother
. Lily's mother was Old Bart's first wife, Jill's mother, whom he married after her death.
Their wedding was quite the news in town back then! After all, wealthy men usually lived with multiple wives and concubines;
it was rare for someone to marry another woman after their first wife's death, just to invite trouble.
Furthermore, the lady's elegance and poise were
one of the reasons the news spread so enthusiastically throughout the town. I still remember Peter's dazed expression at the time: "Oh Ed, I... I've never seen such
a beautiful woman. Her every move was as graceful as a butterfly in flight, and her smile could
provide wheat with a year's worth of sunshine. Her eyes were as deep as a clear pool in a deep forest, yet as alluring as
the brilliant starry sky on Mount Vararat. Oh... beautiful Mrs. Bart... but then..." Peter's mood suddenly 　　turned somber. I remember the setting sun casting long shadows
, and I asked him what was wrong. He just shook his head and said nothing.
He never mentioned it again...
********** ... 　　A naked young girl was suspended high in the air by iron chains hanging from the center of the dungeon. Her 　　body swayed uncontrollably as she was whipped, the heavy chains of her ankles dragging on the ground with a rustling sound. 　　Her once beautiful blonde hair was now disheveled, hanging down her cheeks and neck, obscuring 　　her face. Saliva and sweat dripping from the holes of the gag had accumulated in a small pool beneath her.

The man wielding the whip showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. He had a
beard almost the same color as dark brown, but his face didn't look very old. He
swung the whip wildly, as if venting his pent-up frustration. He wore a dark robe 　　embroidered
with dazzling gold patterns—the Bart family crest. "You slut...you slut, you slut, you slut
!"
the man roared, his whip leaving deep, bright red welts on the girl's body,
which soon turned bluish-purple. The girl let out a weak, mournful cry; her slender body flailed like a falling autumn leaf, a
sight too cruel for anyone to bear. The iron chains hanging from the ceiling scraped together sharply
.
After an unknown amount of time, the man finally stopped, panting heavily. The girl seemed to have lost consciousness
, hanging in the air like a tattered rag. Her wrists and ankles were bleeding, drops of crimson blood
trickling down her taut arms, mingling with the saliva on her milky white chest, and
flowing down the sweat from her bruised thighs. The man stared intently at his sister, a mixture of excitement and dazedness in his eyes.
"Clang, clang..." The loud clatter of leather shoes on the stone floor echoed in the empty basement. Gil slowly
walked to the girl, lowering his head slightly, his nose almost touching her battered body. He
stood there for a moment, as if lost in thought. Blood and sweat dripped slowly from the girl's toes
, drip, drip, drip.
Gil suddenly raised his hands. Or rather, he raised them behind her back as if to embrace her. His gentle
hands touched Lily's whip-bruised buttocks and back. Gil embraced the girl he had just violated,
the iron chains of her shackles clanging against the floor. His lips pressed against the girl's belly, feeling her once smooth
and tender abdomen, sensing her intermittent breathing due to pain. He stroked
the welts on her white back, the skin torn and bleeding from the whipping, his movements so gentle it seemed as if these ugly wounds would
vanish the moment his hands touched them.
"Hahahaha..." Gil suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, his once gentle hands forcefully shoving the girl's body
away, his hard leather shoes slamming heavily into her delicate abdomen. "Ugh! Ugh!" Tears and stomach acid
surged up together, the girl arching her body in pain despite the heavy shackles, her body trembling uncontrollably
. Some vomit slipped from the holes in the gag.
Gil, as if oblivious to the girl's suffering, turned and ordered the servant standing by the door, "Put her on that newly
sharpened wooden horse, and take her to Zangu at dawn tomorrow." With that, Gil whistled and left the dungeon.
Chapter Two
The town has been quite unsettled these past few days.
First, the young lady of the Bart family, Lily, Jason's wife, disappeared. It seems
no one saw her on the very day Jason was killed. The Bart family's henchmen searched almost the entire town, but still couldn't find
Lily Bart; it was as if she had vanished into thin air. Those bastards even ransacked my workshop
, making me spend ages cleaning it up. Luckily, my stuff is mostly durable and resilient; Peter's
side wasn't so lucky, though—quite a few cups and plates were broken.
Didn't I tell you? I'm a fairly well-known inventor in the capital.
Then, for some reason, the iron bridge leading out of town collapsed. That bridge
was built by craftsmen sent from the capital by the central government; it shouldn't have broken so easily, especially since it wasn't built for very long. Without
that bridge, crossing the Philage Canyon, which blocks transportation, would be quite a troublesome affair. Lily told me
that when she first came to the capital, it took her five whole days just to cross the canyon. I only
moved to this town after the iron bridge was built; less developed areas are where business opportunities lie, after all.
"We will definitely get to the bottom of this. We absolutely cannot tolerate such a brutal murderer existing in the world
for even one more day..." The police chief delivered this kind of official statement with great enthusiasm from the stage.
Jill sat in the front row with several of the town's elders, who frequently expressed their regret over the murder case
. Jill acted like a junior grateful for the elders' concern—and like a
brother with a deep affection for his sister.
"Thank you... thank you all for your concern." Jill grasped the hands of each of the elders in turn
, his sincere eyes revealing his excitement and gratitude. However, a tear still rolled down his cheek
.
"...I'm so sorry..." Jill turned away to wipe his tears. "The thought of how my sister is doing
makes me..." He choked up and couldn't continue.
"Don't be sad, my dear Jill. Lily will be alright. She's so clever and quick-witted, maybe she just
went out to buy something and happened to run into the broken bridge and couldn't get back..." An elderly man with a white beard patted
Jill's shoulder.
"Yes, Jill. Who knew that the bridge built by the Empire with such shoddy construction would be so fragile? Maybe
she really is stuck on the other side and can't get across! Don't overthink it." Another slightly overweight middle-aged man also encouraged him
.
Actually, even the person saying these words didn't believe them himself. The
fact that Lily and Jason's house had been smashed and not a single piece of furniture was intact was already common knowledge in the town. To say that Lily's disappearance and Jason's death were unrelated
was something only an idiot would believe.
Just then, a police officer rushed up from below the stage and whispered
a few words in the ear of the police chief, who was still spitting out words. The police chief was overjoyed; he
was getting tired of reciting the same old lines every day. Finally, something different!
"Friends, we've just received some exciting news!" the police chief
announced loudly after clearing his throat. The crowd immediately fell silent.
"That is… we've arrested a highly suspicious suspect! We believe solving the case is just around the corner
! We will immediately and intensively interrogate the culprit about Miss Lily's whereabouts, and do so as quickly as possible..."
"Find him!" The chief was rambling incoherently by the end, but the townspeople below
still erupted in cheers upon hearing the news.
Jill slumped into his chair, his body limp, covering his face with his hands in excitement. The surrounding elders
, smiling and congratulating him, failed to notice the malicious smile hidden beneath Jill's hands.
************
Jill returned to the dungeon door, his mood still visibly good.
"Is the suspect inside?"
"Yes, sir." The servant bowed respectfully and pulled open the heavy iron door.
Inside the dungeon, Lan was chained to a restraint device similar to those used to hold a woman's legs during childbirth. Her
long, black hair cascaded down, a few strands blending into the black of her leather eye patch. She wore a sleeveless
black dress, suggesting she had been brought there during her evening rest. Her slender, pale arms
were tightly bound with stiff leather straps, allowing her only a slight struggle below the wrists.
The hem of her little dress had been pulled up to her upper thighs, and with her legs spread wide apart and restrained, the view beneath the skirt was
clearly visible. Two iron bars extending from the base of the restraints also firmly secured Lan's legs. Her
chest rose and fell slightly, and her small mouth was slightly open, seemingly untouched by any—well—interrogation.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Lan tried to turn towards the direction of the sound, but she immediately found she couldn't—
ah—the entire restraint only swayed slightly. Gil smiled slightly.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Miss Lan. I am Lily's brother, and also the head of the Bart family, Gil
. Ah… please forgive my rudeness, for allowing His Majesty's little princess to assume such an indecent position. I
am truly guilty of a grave offense." Gil looked at the helpless captive with a mocking smile.
"...You killed Jason, didn't you? What did you do to Lily?" Lan's clear voice echoed in the dungeon.
Gil clapped his hands dramatically, "Impressive! Miss Lan, you truly are a top student from the Imperial Academy
! My little tricks were immediately seen through. Sigh, a country bumpkin's little tricks are only good for
playing at home; they're too embarrassing to show to anyone! Isn't that right, Your Highness?" Gil reached under Lan
's thin veil and roughly fondled her soft, white breasts, his twisted, upturned lips reminiscent of
a weasel about to devour a cute little chick.
Lan simply pursed her lips, remaining silent.
Gil continued enthusiastically, "As for Your Highness's question about what I did to Lily, that's
a huge injustice! Lily is my most beloved little sister! How could I possibly hurt her?" Gil
smiled brightly, "I just gave her a little lesson, to tell her not to let her years of studying in the capital
fill her head with all sorts of nonsense! Damn it,
what good can my old man do besides philandering all day? He keeps saying we shouldn't live in our own little world, that the outside world is vast
, and he even sent Lily to be some kind of foreign student! Damn it! He almost
ruined the Bart family's glory in his generation! Ugh... it's all that bitch's fault... that shameless bitch who moved in after Mother died
! Our family was living perfectly well until she came, and then Father started spouting that rubbish
!"
The servant outside the door didn't react, seemingly used to his master's shouting. Lan had heard
Lily talk about her family before , and hearing Jill's hysterical screams, she roughly understood
what had happened. Then… she felt extremely annoyed by this arrogant, ignorant, and spoiled brat.
"Still wearing diapers all your life, your mother must regret not telling your father to ejaculate on the wall." Although it wasn't
the kind of language Lan should use, she blurted it out anyway.
Jill, enraged, strode forward and slapped Lan, who was on the restraint chair, across the face. A clear red handprint immediately appeared on Lan's cheek, who was blind,
and tears streamed down her face. Her face burned with
pain, and the oversized collar around her neck made it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Jill lowered his hand to calm himself, then spoke coldly, "Lily's already halfway to her grave
, but don't worry. Her condition will be a hundred times better than yours, I swear... Teddy! Gag her
filthy mouth!" A servant boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old responded from the doorway.
Lan wanted to say something more, but the boy Teddy had already brought over a metal frame, and with his left hand supporting Lan's
slightly open mouth, he forced the frame behind her teeth. Teddy then turned
a couple of times on the mechanism next to the metal frame, and the frame slowly opened into a mouth shape, revealing the clove inside. The impact and
the pain of her lips and chin being forcibly stretched open made Lan feel extremely uncomfortable, but she remained still. If Jill could
see Lan's eyes through the blindfold, he would find that her clear pupils were full of contempt and disdain.
Gil wasn't satisfied with Lan's reaction: "Your Highness... and my sister have a good relationship, don't they?" The patriarch
's hands began to gently caress Lan's soft body, her breasts, slender waist, long legs... Lan trembled with disgust
.
"Oh dear," Gil feigned surprise, pausing for a moment, "I forgot that Your Highness is unable to reply right now,
my apologies."
"From the letters between my sister and Your Highness, I can see that your friendship is deep. You see, Lily
only sent one letter, and Miss Lan rushed all the way from the capital, didn't she?"
Lan secretly regretted her actions. Actually, she had already felt that Lily's letter was a bit strange, but didn't this mean that Lily was in trouble
? So Lan still took a few guards and headed towards the Bart territory. The problem was that Lan was eager to save her friend, and also
thought that no one would dare to attack a member of the royal family in broad daylight, so she set off alone on horseback. I never expected
such a daring and reckless person to exist in such a remote place. It's at least three days' journey for our group of guards to get here.
(Since he even dared to kidnap me, could he be plotting a rebellion?) Lan pondered.
"Furthermore, from the correspondence between Her Highness the Princess and my younger sister, I discovered something,"
Gil continued. "Her Highness seems to be very afraid of some kind of creature?"
(Wh...what?)
Feeling Lan's body tremble slightly beneath her hand, Jill gleefully ordered, "Teddy, go get it
."
(Ugh...no...please don't!)
Teddy bowed slightly, walked to the dark corner of the cell, and returned with a glass
jar about five apples high.
It was filled with furry, thick-legged, fat black spiders that kept piling up inside
.
Teddy uncorked the jar, allowing Jill to pull out a wriggling black creature with its fangs removed.
"Your Highness," Jill's voice became excitedly high-pitched, "Quick, guess what it is!"
Then, like a little boy about to plant a flag on a meticulously crafted sandcastle, she
gently placed the black creature on Lan's pale inner thigh.
The spider's legs, which had been flailing and struggling in the air, suddenly touched solid ground, its eight furry legs clamping tightly
around the spot.
Lan's terrified scream seemed to erupt directly from her soul.
She shook her whole body violently, trying to shake off the source of her fear, but the restraints on her body were
too tight; only her extremities, her hands and feet, could move slightly.
Teddy covered his ears and saw that the once elegant and calm little princess's slender fingers were bent at a twisted angle, her two
delicate white feet were shaking wildly, and she was emitting heart-wrenching cries for help.
The head of the Jill family became excitedly aroused.
Jill began to tear off the obstructive cloth covering Lan's private parts, while ordering Teddy, "It's so noisy
, Teddy, quickly find a way to shut that bitch's mouth."
Grabbing a bottle of lubricant from the side, he haphazardly applied it, and with a thrust of his hips, he plunged into the little princess's body. Her
wide-open legs offered no protection for her precious chastity—although for Lan at this moment, chastity might not be
as important as getting rid of the spider.
Hearing the head of the family's order, Teddy hesitated for a moment, then quickly removed his lower body clothing; his penis was already
erect.
Teddy pried open the joint at the neck of the restraints, and Lan, who had been lying flat, suddenly felt a void behind her head
. Her head, now unsupported, slumped back against her back. Teddy quickly fastened the mechanism again, then, mimicking his actions,
thrust his hips into Lan's stretched-open mouth.
Lan felt a wave of nausea; a sour, foul smell instantly filled her throat, making her want to
vomit everything in her stomach. Curly pubic hair rubbed against Lan's nose and cheeks, the nauseating sensation making her
temporarily forget her fear of spiders. Then she felt the tearing pain in her lower body and
what Jill was doing to her. Humiliation and anger surged up, causing her to roar, "Jill, I'll
tear you to pieces! I'll make you die a horrible death!" Lan angrily gripped the steel plates of the restraints, but her angry roar,
coming from her mouth tightly sealed by his penis, only became a sexy moan that further fueled the man's bestiality during intercourse. "Slap slap slap slap..." Jill was intently carrying out 　　the great task of
stretching the little princess's virgin vaginal opening . Sweat, vaginal fluid, and a touch of crimson splattered at the point where their lower bodies met. The black 　　spider on Lan's body had long since been flung away. 　　"Hoo hoo... Your Highness... You're excited too... hoo... right... hehe..." Jill's 　　face was flushed red. "Let me make Your Highness even more excited!" 　　Jill lifted the hem of Lan's nightgown, grabbed a glass jar, and poured it all over Lan's white body 　　. Ah, the black spider shadow instantly covered the little princess's body. 　　The itching and furry touch from her nipples, navel, inner arms and thighs, and even her groin 　　completely overwhelmed the little princess. 　　With a beast-like howl, Lan's body trembled as if having an epileptic seizure. Jill felt her already tight 　　vaginal opening contract violently, and unable to hold back, she ejaculated, thrusting her lower body forward while laughing loudly as 　　she poured her white fluids deep into the little princess's body. 　　The interrogation ended pleasantly. Jill brushed aside the black spiders crawling on her, looking with satisfaction at the snow-white flesh beneath her 　　, still trembling slightly, covered in spiders. Teddy seemed to have just finished as well, thick semen 　　slowly flowing from Lan's stretched-open mouth. 　　"Move her to cell number two later, stuff a spider in her mouth and put a gag. Oh, and 　　put a few in her vagina and anus too; there are speculum and anal plugs in the cabinet. Remember to put your hands on leather bags and lock them. Turn on the monitor before splashing her awake 　　." 　　Teddy, naked from the waist down, nodded repeatedly in agreement. Jill laughed heartily as she walked out of the cell. 　　"Royal blood...it's time to go find my lovely sister again..." 　　Chapter Three 　　. Three years ago, in the height of summer in the Bart territory. 　　In July, the most vibrant month of life, old Bart, who had been lord for thirty years, passed away unexpectedly. The murderer was 　　a band of thieves from outside the city. 　　An atmosphere of mourning permeated every household, and the black and white lord's insignia was affixed to the doors of every family 　　. 　　The usually bustling central street, though still teeming with people, was unusually quiet; even 　　the construction workers, who loved to sing loudly while working, were silently swinging their hammers, knocking and banging. 　　Lord Gil, who had just taken over as lord, was only in his early twenties, but he was already quite ruthless and decisive in his actions. 　　Not only were the murderous bandits wiped out in the suburbs within two days, but it was also rumored that after the bandits finally surrendered 　　, Jill ordered a large pit to be dug in the mountain and they were all buried alive 　　. "Hmm, may the bandits live in the mountains forever then," Little John from next door, who had leaked the information, imitated vividly. The women, children, 　　and the elderly in the mountain stronghold were all captured and taken back to the territory, and were all beheaded in the square at noon the next day. 　　Under the bright July sun, in the center of the square, there were rows of simple cages made of logs, and 　　the ragged women and children inside could be clearly seen. Angry villagers leaned against the fence of the execution ground, 　　questioning the bandits' families in the cages about the whereabouts of the missing lord's wife. When Jill led her team to find 　　the bodies of Lord Bart and his party, they did not find the remains of the lord's second wife... the beautiful Lady Jasmine 　　. They suspected bandits had kidnapped her, but they never found her. The villagers...

The villagers shook the few unfortunate wooden cages beside the fence vigorously. After one villager, yelling "You bastards!" threw in
a rotten apple, rotten sweet potatoes, rotten vegetable leaves, and sour eggs followed suit
. Some even carried out animal excrement from the yard, making the square reek.
The old, young, and children in the cages tried to dodge, but their efforts were limited to a small area and were futile. The children
were already crying loudly in fear. A thin girl rushed to the cage, seemingly wanting to shout something at the villagers, but
only managed strange groans.
"Speak! You bandits who have committed countless evil deeds! Give back the old lord and his wife!"
Seeing that the prisoners remained silent, the villagers threw things even more vigorously. The guards around turned a blind eye
; after all, the villagers were avenging their beloved lord.
With a soft thud, a rotten pumpkin unfortunately struck the forehead of a little girl who looked no more than ten years old.
A line of blood slowly trickled down her forehead, but she didn't cry; instead, she stared with venomous eyes at the
villagers who were swaggering outside the cage.
The execution continued until it was finished, and then it gradually grew dark.
Many villagers, though they had seen pigs and sheep slaughtered before,
found it unbearable to watch people who had been alive just two minutes before die, their heads rolling on the ground. The small execution platform used for children
was even more heartbreaking; the children had cried and screamed before being carried up, practically lifted up by the guards. Therefore,
soon after the execution began, no villagers remained to watch.
On the square, stained with blood and the fruits and filth thrown in by the people, several soldiers chatted idly as they collected
the executed heads.
"Is this work even human? Headhunting, cleaning up excrement... Yesterday, they were cutting out
the tongues of those prisoners one by one. Damn it, this morning when I went out to give my wife a goodbye kiss, I saw her
red tongue almost sticking out of her mouth! She almost beat me to death at home."
"You're lucky. Those were all old men and women; they didn't even need a metal frame, it was done in no time
. The bunch of kids I'm in charge of are really tough! They're all crying and screaming, and they've got some serious strength in their jaws.
Look at the cut on Thomson's hand, that's from them biting him."
"The captain's too unfair. He grabbed all the pretty girls and cut them out.
Damn it, yesterday, while I was cutting out the old men, I heard girls moaning next door. Holy crap, they
were having so much fun!"
"Haven't you heard the saying 'A toothless old woman is as happy as an immortal'? Why didn't you try it yesterday when you had such a great opportunity? Hahaha
."
As the sun set, several soldiers continued picking up heads in the twilight.
It was another sunny afternoon, and a refined-looking man with medium-length black hair was busy pruning the
plants in his small garden.
Although the flowers and plants here were a bit strange—like those with curled petals and large black and purple dots
, or oddly shaped plants that would twist like animals at random times—it certainly didn't meet
the aesthetic standards of most people. Nevertheless, the man seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit.
"Hehehe, when I invite Mrs. Jasmine over in a few days, she'll definitely be
amazed by these beautiful little things I've cultivated! First, I'll admire the flowers and plants, and then I'll bring out
the snacks that Little Lily sent from school last time. That'll create a sure-fire pleasant afternoon tea time! As expected of you, Zangu, what a perfect
plan!"
Well, it seems this guy's head is indeed a bit off.
Just as the man had roughly finished tidying up his beautiful little thing, a voice suddenly came from behind him
.
"Uncle Zangu, long time no see." Gil, dressed in hunting attire, was now standing at the courtyard gate,
looking at the black-haired man with a half-smile.
Hearing this voice, Zangu, whose back was to Gil, frowned.
They had kept to themselves for the past few years; what was this kid doing here today?
Although secretly wary, Zangu turned around and gave Jill a warm hug, then patted
him on the shoulder, saying, "Good lad Jill, it's been so long since you've come to see your uncle! What brings you all this way today
? Look at this blazing sun, why aren't you out in the countryside hunting some leopard cubs instead of just loitering around here
? You'll be looked down upon by Andrei, he just told me the other day he hunted a really,
really big bear, as tall as a three-story building! Oh dear, look at my head! Judging by your outfit, you must have
already been to the mountains today, right? You must have had a good haul! Remember to bring your uncle some game, it's been so long since
I've tasted bear paws. That stingy Andrei saying he hunted a bear but won't give me bear paws is just empty talk, isn't it
? Speaking of which, it'll be almost time for the next time you send something from the capital, right? My experimental leopard eyes
are getting a bit short lately..."
"Uncle Zangu, it's nothing really." Knowing Zangu's talent for rambling, Jill quickly interrupted,
"It's just that I caught a rather rare beast today and wanted you to appraise it."
"Oh, my dear nephew, you've traversed the forests and hills around this Bart territory for the past few years,
hunting almost everything that flies in the sky and crawls on the ground. How come you've discovered such a rare beast? That's quite a surprise, hehe, quite a surprise." Zangu
habitually wanted to stroke his beard and strike a pose like a reclusive master, but he forgot that he had accidentally
burned his beard off during an experiment a few days ago, so he could only stroke the air under his chin instead.
Ignoring Zangu's pretense, Jill waved her hand behind her and said, "The rare beast soldiers have already been taken to Uncle's house
. Why don't we go back now?"
"Don't rush, let Uncle tidy up these little darlings and pack some things first, okay?"
Zangu replied, but other thoughts were swirling in his mind: "Even though his mother has been dead for over ten years, this kid
still doesn't get along with me. He's definitely here to cause trouble again today. I wonder
what this crazy boy is up to? Could he have planted explosives in my belly?"
Muttering to himself, Zangu still followed Jill down the mountain and returned to his hut and research lab halfway up the mountain
.
"Please come in." Zangu, who was about to step inside, froze at the doorway, his mouth agape in disbelief.
His belongings were haphazardly piled against the walls, clearing a space in the center of the room. There,
a wooden frame about two meters high stood, like the kind used to hoist wild boars, but instead
of a boar, it held a shapely blonde woman, her head facing inwards, completely naked.
"Hey little Gil, isn't this just a woman? Your uncle doesn't fall for that! If you want a woman, I
'll go to town and I'll find plenty who want to come home with me!"
Gil quickly stepped forward, trying to lower the woman from the frame.
At that moment, the woman, who had been keeping her head down, seemed to hear the noise and laboriously raised her head, meeting
Zangu's eyes.
This startled Zangu; he saw a delicate and familiar face.
"W-w-w-isn't this Lady Jasmine?"
Jasmine seemed quite surprised to see Zangu, but because a silver-white
horse bit was tightly fastened to her mouth, she could only anxiously whimper and beg Zangu for help.
Jasmine's hands and feet, bound behind her back, appeared to have been tied for quite some time. The hemp rope, crisscrossed several times, was deeply embedded
in her once fair and smooth wrists and ankles. Gravity had pulled the rope away from its initial
position, leaving behind bloody welts from the friction against the rough rope. Her fingers and soles were beginning to turn
slightly purple; poor blood circulation made even the slightest movement difficult, forcing them stiffly together and
fixed to the top of the wooden stick.
A broomstick-like object was fixed between Jasmine's alluring thighs, preventing them from closing. This
...is...? The broken broom head, along with the stick, was brutally thrust into her delicate anus, looking like a bamboo
tail. The area, forced open by the rough bamboo, was already bleeding profusely, with small splinters from the bamboo stick
embedded around her once pink anus, piercing
the soft flesh with each instinctive contraction from the insertion of the foreign object.
Seeing the woman he had long admired stripped naked and hung upside down like a hunted wild boar, Zangu
's lower body involuntarily hardened. He cursed, Zangu.
Even with the lord's wife in this state, Zangu, no matter how slow-witted, couldn't have failed to notice something amiss, but it seemed too
late.
Jill gave a signal, and two soldiers immediately sprang out from behind Zangu, each hooking an arm around Zangu's,
trapping him like a chick. Only then did Zangu notice the considerable number of soldiers standing around him.
"Why are you doing this?" Zangu managed to squeeze out a sentence from his chaotic thoughts.
"Hmm, what's wrong? I just brought Uncle Zangu to see this little fox."
Gil stepped forward, his mud- and grass-dusted boots landing on Jasmine's already sweat-drenched back
. Jasmine cried out in pain as her bound hands and feet were pulled forcefully, causing the wooden frame to creak and groan.
The cold sweat dripping from the floor spoke volumes about her suffering.
"I went to great lengths to capture her. Look at this golden retriever, isn't it pretty? And it has a
tail that looks like a broom, tsk tsk, even the stench from down there is so strong! Haha." Gil pretended to
take a deep breath into Jasmine's genitals, and the fully armed soldiers around them burst into laughter. Several soldiers even bent over laughing
, their thieving eyes stealing glances at the noble lady's exposed, snow-white flesh.
"The old lord has already been killed by you?" Old Bart's affection for Jasmine was such that he
couldn't sit still for even a short while without seeing her. Although advanced in years, the old lord still held most of the military power in the territory. Now that Gil
dared to treat his father's beloved concubine this way, he either believed he had cleverly covered his tracks perfectly, or he had already
eliminated the potential threat… Based on Zangu's understanding of this man, he would obviously choose the latter.
"It couldn't be simpler. That foolish old man has no idea that his personal guard's deputy captain is already mine
. If I wanted to get rid of him, that old bastard should have already gone to hell to apologize to my mother! I'm just waiting for the perfect
time… a time when he leaves the territory and you're not in the city. Then, snap, I'll use two nearby
mountain settlements I've already scouted as scapegoats. Simple, perfect." Gil boasted smugly, then
bowed slightly. The surrounding soldiers quickly applauded enthusiastically, "Young Master is wise!"
"Fool, now you should call him Lord!"
"Hahahaha."
After a moment of smugness, Gil made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, and the soldiers obediently fell silent. Jill continued with satisfaction
, "Actually, the reason I came to see Uncle Zangu this time, besides showing him this little fox, was to borrow
something from him."
She kicked the hanging jasmine twice. "There must be some summoned monsters in the black mage's cellar.
I saw them at my mother's place before..."
"...Have you forgotten how your mother died?"
"Haha, how could I forget? She was interrupted by that old man halfway through the summoning ritual
, and you, this incompetent good-for-nothing, couldn't save her, so I... Hmph, why say so much? Anyway, since
the monster has already been summoned, the same thing won't happen again. Do you think I know nothing about this? Besides
, there are so many of us here, why would we be afraid of a few little pets summoned by a weak black mage like you?" Jill
snorted coldly, leaving Zangu behind, and strode into the depths of the hut: "Gentlemen, come and move the stuff."
She kicked open the wooden door to the basement and looked around with great interest. Unlike
the stereotypical image of an evil sorcerer's laboratory—gloomy, bloody, and eerie—Zangu's cellar resembled an ordinary
scholar's study. The only unusual features, aside from a large iron pot almost the size of a water vat in the corner
, were a heavy wooden cabinet against the wall, its shelves behind transparent partitions displaying oddly shaped experimental materials
.
After searching for a while, Gil's gaze settled on a stack of round wooden barrels in the corner. He approached to examine
them and heard something rubbing and striking the wooden planks inside.
"That's it, men," Gil shouted.
Gil ordered the soldiers to carry all the barrels upstairs. "They're quite heavy."
"Ouch, mine's still moving!" A dozen barrels were surrounded by Jasmine, who was still suspended in the air.
Although Jasmine didn't know what was in the buckets, she knew it couldn't be anything good, and she wearily lowered
her head.
Jill walked to one of the buckets: "Let's see what
kind of cruel and terrifying monster could be kept in Uncle Zangu's cellar!" Strange symbols were drawn on the lid with glossy black paint.
Jill wiped it clean, grabbed the lid, and lifted it open. There it was—a tentacle monster with many disgusting tentacles resembling male phalluses
.
"Hahahaha! It really is this!" The opened bucket made a piercing sound before turning into
a pile of ashes on the ground. Jill triumphantly called out to those around her, "Ready? Three, two, one, open!"
Each soldier was already standing in front of the wooden barrel they had brought, mimicking the action by wiping and lifting it... Dozens
of colorful tentacle monsters crowded into Zangu's living room, varying in size, thickness, and color—
fiery red, grass green, silver white; some with a thin layer of ice on their surface, their ends covered with
suckers of various sizes... At this moment, the tentacle monster released by Jill had already wriggled and pounced towards Jasmine
, its waving tentacles secreting a disgusting dark green slime.
"Whoosh..." The green tentacle slid into Jasmine's tight vagina in
an instant; it seemed the slime itself had a lubricating effect. However, the tentacle monster's waving tentacles kept hitting Jasmine's broom tail, and
the tearing sensation in her anus made her groan in pain.
Meanwhile, the green tentacle monster's other tentacles were also busy, wrapping around Jasmine's bent
limbs and torso. The green slime on the surface of the tentacle monster, thrusting vigorously, gushed out like profuse sweat, instantly
staining most of Jasmine a dark green. "No... ahh..." The fear of the tentacle monster made Jasmine's
whole body tense up. She tried to force the disgusting thing out, but only the barbs at her anus
pierced deeper.
Jasmine's pain didn't last long. Gradually, she began to feel
a slight itching sensation deep within her vagina. Although it was only a faint, almost imperceptible feeling,
the stimulation of her most sensitive area, the inability to scratch, made Jasmine unbearably itchy. Jasmine's hips began to twist in rhythm with the tentacle monster's
movements. Although she was extremely unwilling, only when the thick, slippery green tentacle plunged all the way in
did the unbearable itching deep within her body lessen slightly.
The green slime covering her entire body began to take effect. The itching, which had initially been confined to her genitals, spread
throughout her body, especially to her most sensitive areas, such as her breasts, soles of her feet, and inner thighs. The green
slime slid down intermittently, and Zangu could see that the areas where it had touched Jasmine had turned
a seductive pink in a short time. Although Jasmine was exhausted from being suspended, the intense itching made her ignore
the sharp pain in her hands and feet, and she continued to writhe and gasp on the wooden frame. However, with her hands and feet tied behind her back and her legs
spread apart by bamboo poles, her efforts were futile. The stimulation of her sensitive areas seemed to strangely arouse
Jasmine's lust. Although the tentacle monster's tentacles were wrapped all over her body, they seemed unable to scratch the itching spots,
instead constantly stimulating Jasmine's most vulnerable areas. Wave after wave of attacks made her face flushed, and she was almost
breathless.
Meanwhile, the tentacle monsters that had been swept aside were not to be outdone. The scent of female pheromones in the air
made them wriggle and try to squeeze closer to Jasmine. These various tentacle monsters showed no mercy
; the flying tentacles, upon touching the lord's delicate body, eagerly scrambled
to burrow into any openings. "...Your Highness Bart...Ugh..." Jasmine's mouth was immediately slid into by four or five thick tentacles
, her jaw nearly dislocated. One clever tentacle monster coiled around and
pulled out Jasmine's bamboo tail, which had been tormenting her for so long, then replaced it with its own good tentacle.
Zangu could no longer bear to see his beloved being toyed with like this and cried out anxiously, "Stop! You'll kill her
!"
Gil, watching with great interest, simply waved his hand impatiently, ordering the two soldiers to take Zangu as far
away as possible.
Countless colorful tentacles danced within the hut, and Jasmine, appearing and disappearing among them, resembled a
beautiful clownfish swimming gracefully in an anemone.
But the reality was clearly different.
Suddenly, Jasmine, who had been writhing and struggling, let out a piercing scream. One of the tentacle monsters
crackled with blue electricity, its tentacles busy constricting Jasmine's breasts into a gourd
shape.
Another series of crackling sounds and the woman's screams followed, and the soldiers seemed to smell something burning.
Dragged far away by two soldiers, Zangu roared, "These are
breeds I modified for other purposes! Each one is beyond the capacity of an ordinary person! Let me go! Let me seal them back
!"
Gil, propping his chin on his hand, sat on the bench the soldiers had just pulled over, legs crossed, looking
at Zangu as if he were an idiot. "Isn't this why I'm here?"
"I understand why you killed your father, but Jasmine never provoked you! Why are you
treating her like this!"
"Why? Why?" Gil turned his head as if thinking, then suddenly clapped his hands, as if
finally understanding.
"Because I'm happy."
As more and more tentacle monsters joined the battle, Jasmine, already submerged in tentacles, screamed more and more shrilly,
her breath becoming increasingly rapid. Besides the electric shocks, some tentacles were extremely hot, some had corrosive
acidic fluids, and some were as hard as iron. Jasmine felt as if she was about to be pierced through alive. Paralyzed by a
tentacle monster with small spikes on its tentacles, Jasmine's futile struggles were futile. She could only desperately feel her
body being ravaged and destroyed in various ways… A tentacle monster with countless long, thin tentacles was even simultaneously
violating her nostrils, ear canals, and urethra.
Many of the soldiers watching had already secretly hidden in corners and started firing their pistols.
The once beautiful and elegant lady of the lord cried and pleaded incessantly; she couldn't understand why…
From the day she married into the Bart family, Gil, then a boy… the child of Lord Bart's ex-wife…
hated her so much. Although nominally mother and son, Gil was actually only
three years younger than Jasmine, who was still a girl at the time. "A stepmother always needs time to integrate into the family, good luck!" Jasmine
thought. But no matter how kindly Jasmine tried to get close to Gil, how much she cared, how she asked the servants about Gil's favorite
foods… Gil remained unmoved. Several times Jasmine felt strange gazes at home. When she
turned around, she saw Gil hiding in the shadows, staring at her intently. The only thing that spoke volumes was his
eyes—those eyes… were eyes of hatred.
Why? I've tried everything I can think of to be a good mother. Even if in his heart I
can't be a mother, even being a sister, or just someone to talk to, is enough. Why does he torment me like this
?
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
Jasmine had been forced to swallow countless amounts of tentacle fluids, and her digestive tract felt like it had
been burned countless times
. The excruciating pain from both inside and outside her body was pushing her to the brink of mental collapse. At first, Jasmine had hoped the tentacles would quickly and brutally treat her, even if it was painful, just
to relieve the endless itching...
Now, in her semi-conscious state, Jasmine deeply regretted her actions. If it weren't for one tentacle secreting a
fluid with a shimmering white light, seemingly possessing healing properties, Jasmine might already be a gruesome corpse. But
was this ultimately a good thing or a bad thing for her?
Suddenly, thunder roared in the hut.
Gil, who had been watching with great interest, abruptly turned around, only to find the two guards who had been supporting Zangu lying on the ground, blood gushing from their orifices
. Zangu was surrounded by a strange black mist from head to toe, his limbs trembling like a sieve, seemingly enduring
immense pain.
The soldiers, clutching their penises, exchanged bewildered glances, unsure whether to pull their pants back up.
Silence reigned. No one noticed that the tentacle monsters wreaking havoc on Jasmine's body had suddenly stopped
. Then… the tentacles swelled and stretched, rapidly coiling around the still bewildered soldiers,
eliciting screams of agony.
The soldiers' suffering depended largely on the type of tentacle they were entangled in. Being wrapped in electric tentacles was relatively
mild, only causing a brief, charred pain; fire tentacles burned and peeled off pieces of their flesh,
allowing them to smell the aroma of being roasted; corrosive tentacles, on the other hand, gave them the unseen
sensation of being melted alive.
In an instant, only Zangu, Jill, and his two guards who had escaped unscathed remained standing in the room
.
Jill forced himself to remain calm, but inwardly he thought with horror, "So the old man had been hiding his strength all along. It seems we're
in trouble this time…"
Zangu had stopped trembling. An eerie black mist still shrouded his face, making his once kind and gentle features
appear ferocious, and his voice became low and hoarse: "...Ahhh, give me a reason not to kill you
."
Looking at the shattered limbs scattered throughout the hut, Gil didn't believe he, along with the two surviving
guards behind him, could possibly fight a crazed black mage. Even the usually arrogant and confident Gil couldn't help but take
a step back.
"Uncle Zangu, calm down, don't be impulsive... You promised my mother... Remember? You promised
her you'd treat me like your own son!" Gil waved his hands forcefully, as if trying to persuade
himself and the demonic being before him.
"Any last words?" Zangu stretched out his left hand, and two metallic tentacles shot out,
the rapidly moving tentacles smashing the heads of the two guards, splattering Gil with blood, brains, and bone fragments
.
Jill finally began to feel genuine fear. He dragged himself backward until he crashed into the door, his knees
buckling and he collapsed to the ground. The colorful tentacle monsters drew closer. Just minutes before, Jill had witnessed
these creatures torture a beautiful woman to the point of wishing she were dead, and how they had instantly turned his
subordinates into a mangled mess.
"No! Uncle Zangu, don't kill me! Ahhhhh! You loved me the most when I was little! I don't want to
die! No! Ahhhhhh…" Jill flailed his arms and legs across the floor, a pathetic and laughable sight.
Zangu remained unmoved. With a wave of his left hand, the tentacle monsters swarmed forward.
A sinister smile crept across Jill's lips as he abruptly pulled on an almost invisible thread on the floor.
(To be continued)

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