[Side Story 27] The Cursed Item - Updated Doodle Map

There are three groups in total. The first group consists of characters from the past, the second is inspired by a picture given by a friend, and the
third group is unfinished because I'm playing Super Rumble and don't feel like writing it. Anyway, the third group is a rather bland
combination, so I guess most people won't be interested.
The lawless city of Ases, located in the desolate mountains on the north bank of the Green River, is a
city made up of exiles.
Originally, this city was a refuge established by people displaced by war. The refugees
settled in this remote and inaccessible mountainous region. However, while it could evade
the searches of the towns along the Green River, it couldn't escape the eyes and ears of bandits. After a brutal raid, Ases was captured and
became the city of bandits. Then, the bandits began to fight each other for their own interests, and the forces within the city split
and reunited for many years. Then, refugees and defeated soldiers from the surrounding areas joined in, and over the decades, various gangs
settled here, turning it into a gathering place for notorious villains.
However, Ases also functions as a city, with various gathering
places. In the Adventurers' Guild's bounty area, three high-value bounties are posted:
the head of the ogre leader in the northern mountains, the dream herbs in the goblin and orc caves of the west, and the head of the troll in the southern lowlands
. Each is a highly dangerous job; the guild members have seen several
men who started with great enthusiasm never return.
In the darkness, the guild's doors suddenly opened, and a
female priestess, dressed in a light blue, but very sexy, robe, entered. Although strikingly beautiful, she carried
a skull, completely incongruous with her robes. More accurately, she held a skull in her left hand and
a massive ogre head in her right. The members of the guild stared in astonishment, and everyone else in the hall
looked over. This head must be the head of the ogre leader from the northern mountains. Among the demi-human races,
ogres are even stronger in combat than orcs. However, unlike the orcs who act in groups, ogres rarely gather
in packs. This is why ogres in the northern mountains are difficult to deal with, as they rarely congregate
together.
"That ogre has been eliminated." The female priestess placed the enormous ogre head
on the counter, and the staff immediately smelled a stench unique to ogres.
"Okay, here's the agreed-upon reward. Please take it." The staff member took out a small bag that had been prepared beforehand.
"By the way, what's your name? Are you a guild registrar?"
"No..." The cold and arrogant priestess accepted the gold coins and turned away. At this moment,
the skull in her hand spoke.
"Melufa, the whore priestess of the Temple of War." The skull uttered unexpected words. The priestess
turned around angrily and glared at the skull, but there was nothing she could do.
Speaking of Melufa, the name was quite famous among the adventurers. Rumors circulated that she was originally
a high priestess of the Imperial War God Temple, but for some unknown reason, she never returned and instead traveled to various countries.
She mainly frequented the Green River City-State, and naturally possessed powerful holy magic. What made her even more memorable
was the talking skull in her hand. As for the nickname "Bitch Priestess"... the staff swallowed hard, seeing
her death-like expression, and dismissed the idea.
However, she really was quite beautiful. Watching Merufa's departing figure, her
long, shapely legs and high, pert buttocks, revealed through deliberate cropping, were exceptionally alluring. Everyone present silently remembered the nickname "Bitch Priestess.
" ...
"Sigh, I originally wanted the Bitch Priestess to perform masturbation right there in the hall, but then I was afraid of causing a commotion, so
I gave up. You should thank me, ah, really, traveling with a beautiful priestess is a real treat."
The skull held in the priestess's hand was called Denim, a skull with a soul. Except for the head
, the rest of the skull entered Melfa's body, replacing her bones to manipulate the priestess
's body.
Melfa, whose body was being manipulated, had no way to resist. Her only freedom was her head; the rest of her
body was completely under Denim's control. The skull could make her do anything she wanted
. Once, to humiliate Melfa, Denim manipulated the priestess into
masturbating in front of everyone, spreading her legs like a prostitute, and then reaching orgasm.
Faced with this skull that controlled her body, the priestess's only resistance was silence. So
Melfa ignored the skull in her hands and continued walking forward. At that moment, several drunkards approached,
and Melfa accidentally bumped into the tallest one in front of her.
"What's going on? Can't you watch where you're going? You..." The drunkard cursed, but vaguely saw a
sexy and beautiful priestess standing in front of him holding a skull. "Oh, you're quite pretty, but you bumped into me
. Aren't you going to apologize?"
"Apologize?" Melfa sneered.
"Since you won't even apologize, then let us teach you the rules of this city." With that, the leader
of the men drunkenly reached out towards Melfa's high, firm breasts. However, just before they
touched her, the man's fingers felt a burning sensation.
"Filthy men, don't touch me!" Melfa didn't even look at them properly. Then the other men
surrounded her from behind, encircling her. But these were just drunkards. The priestess smiled coldly
. She raised her slender arm high and summoned a ball of light.
"Just a bunch of rabble, utter trash." Under a blinding flash of light,
the five drunkards nearby simultaneously felt the scorching holy light, the pain piercing to their very bones. Just as they were uttering agonizing pleas,
the holy fire suddenly ceased. Melfa stood frozen in shock.
"Denim, you bastard, you're going to...do something to me again..." The powerful priestess gritted her teeth, as if fiercely resisting
something. But despite her furious expression, her body had already lowered its guard. Not only
that, but in front of everyone, she slowly began to unfasten her holy robes.
"Hey, what's going on? I was in so much pain just now, and now she's taking off her clothes on her own?" The drunkard,
almost awakened by the scorching holy light, was suddenly thrown into a dramatic turn of events. The powerful and
aloof priestess, with a furious expression, was slowly untying the upper part of her holy robe right in front of them. As the knots
loosened, the deep blue robe fell to her feet, revealing her fair and delicate skin, and
her firm breasts.
"Denim, stop, stop... ah..." Excitingly, no matter how much the priestess
struggled, her body seemed completely under her control. Her hands moved behind her back, slowly untying
the ropes binding her skirt. As the ropes untied, the lower part of the robe fell away,
completely exposing her long, beautiful legs to the drunkard.
Even more shockingly,
the priestess, whose strength far surpassed theirs and who should have been beating them mercilessly, instead knelt down, her head bowed, and
apologized to them.
"Hey, men, this woman is apologizing to you with her bare buttocks exposed, and you don't even react? Were you
scared just now?" the skull said from the side.
"But, but this is a bit surreal, she's so strong..." the man seemed genuinely frightened.
"You know the whore priestess Merfa, right? Although she's powerful, she's just so cheap, she likes to be
played with, like this." The skull continued, while Merfa, facing everyone, pressed her face to
the ground, her buttocks raised high, her unprotected vagina exposed to everyone's view,
swaying lasciviously, completely like a slutty bitch.
"Denim, one day... I will kill you..." Although her expression couldn't be seen, Merfa's
voice was filled with extreme anger.
"Unfortunately, I'm already dead, so killing me won't do any good. Just spend your life as my plaything
, that way I'll have a fun toy to amuse myself with." The skull's tone was extremely pleased.
Whether attracted by Merufa's lewd appearance or under the influence of alcohol, the first man mustered
his courage and stepped forward, then stomped on Merufa's head, making sure she wouldn't retaliate, and
stomped down hard.
"Hehe, that last move really hurt, let's see if you still want to use it now?" The man stomped the priestess's head heavily
into the mud, then squatted down, grabbed her hair, and forced her to lift her head. Looking at
the priestess, her face covered in mud, her expression one of wanting to kill them, yet her body helpless, many people laughed. Then
the man stretched out his foot and kicked Merufa hard in the lower abdomen, sending her flying. In the night, her snow-
white body was kicked away and crashed heavily to the ground, followed by the priestess's painful groan
.
“Hey, don’t use violence! Damn it, you kicked a bone! It hurts!!” Denim yelled.
“Sorry, as long as you don’t hurt the bone, it’s fine, right?” Seeing the skull floating in the air, the men
probably understood something; in short, this skull was controlling the priestess. So the leading man
walked to Melfa’s body lying on the ground, lifted one of her legs, and spread it apart. Seeing
this powerful and holy priestess so unreserved in front of him, he got an erection.
“No… just like that… put it in…” Melfa cried out in agony. Although she gritted her teeth,
she was unable to resist. The priestess was surrounded by men and forced into a frenzied act of intercourse.
“You’re really slutty. Are all priestesses as slutty as you? The sound of you fucking is so beautiful.” Melfa’s
leg was draped over a man, and she was forced to the ground and fucked hard.
"Denim, let me go... I... Ah!" Her body went limp from the man's penis, and Melufa
could only helplessly endure the man she despised plowing her.
Just as the drunkards were playing with Melufa, a tall figure happened to walk by.
It was a woman with blond hair, wearing a large cloak, and what drew attention most were her long,
beautiful legs and high heels. She seemed to be a woman skilled in leg techniques; just walking by, one could
feel the aura of a powerful figure.
This aura made the men, caught up in the moment, stop, but the woman only glanced at the scene before her
and turned away. And so, as if nothing had happened, in an inconspicuous
corner of Ases, five drunkards were gang-raping a beautiful priestess. This priestess, who had recently challenged and defeated the ogre
leader, was now being held down and gang-raped by these five insignificant men. The doors of the
Adventurers
' Guild opened once more, and a
figure draped in a wide cloak and wearing high heels walked in. She stood before the counter for a moment, motionless. Then,
somewhat hesitantly, she extended a hand and placed a herb on the counter.
"This is a bounty herb," a woman said, pulling back her cloak to reveal
golden hair. She was a beautiful woman, but her expression was sharp as a knife.
"A dream herb from the Western Caves, but there are a large number of goblins and orcs entrenched there, at least
fifty or more." The clerk hesitated; this number couldn't be handled by one person, let alone such
a tall, beautiful woman.
"I killed them all. Of course, those that escaped on their own don't count; I have no interest in hunting them down," the woman
said coldly.
"Okay, let me confirm. It is indeed the herb requested by the client. Here is the agreed reward."
After confirming, the staff member tore off the second reward notice and placed a wad of gold coins on the table.
"Okay, also, prepare me dinner." The woman said unexpectedly, taking the gold coins with her. However, what was
noticeable was that her outstretched right arm seemed to be bound with rope. But such powerful and mysterious women
always have secrets, and those in this line of work have long since learned not to ask too many questions.
Afterwards, the woman sat alone in a corner waiting for dinner. Although she was very beautiful, one could tell at a glance...
Sensing the aura of power and that piercing gaze, the men present wisely refrained from approaching her.
Dinner arrived quickly: roasted pigeon and some potatoes. The woman sat in the corner,
eating with only one hand, and finished quickly. Unnoticed, the rope on her arm
seemed to move, forcibly bending her arm behind her back.
"Hmph, useless monster, can't you even trust me for such a short time?" the woman scoffed, her tone
contemptuous.
"Of course, a powerful woman like you is far too untrustworthy, after all, you
once killed me." A faint voice emanated from the woman's body. After finishing her dinner, the woman stood up
and left the guild. From her gait, her hands were completely invisible.
...
The woman walked alone on the street, and when she realized she was being followed, she quickly turned into a side path
. Not long after, she was stopped by a group of people. They looked like a group of rogue warriors. While not exactly
well-equipped, they were certainly well-trained and armed.
"Andrea, we've finally found you!" the leader shouted, leading a group of six surrounding the
woman. They seemed quite tense.
"Oh, a bunch of useless trash. If you want trouble, just come at us squarely,"
the blonde woman named Andrea said disdainfully. "No need to follow me. I spotted
you a long time ago."
"This time we'll avenge our boss!" the men yelled as they charged forward.
"Hey, aren't we just using her as a sex toy? The boss isn't important, is he?" a strange
voice rang out again.
"Hmph, you think these pieces of trash can catch me?" The first man who rushed forward only saw a
flash before the tall, blonde woman appeared in front of him. She raised her long, beautiful leg and kicked upwards with
her high heel, an elegant yet extremely fierce high kick that knocked the man to the ground,
leaving a cut on his face from the heel.
During the fight, it was clear that the woman's hands were bound behind her back for some reason,
so she could only rely on her legs to fight. Even so, her speed and strength were too
great. When the second man charged at her with his sword, the woman simply dodged his
attack with a graceful sidestep, followed by a beautiful flying knee kick that struck him squarely in the abdomen.
"So, you lowly soldiers dare to challenge me?" The woman named Andrea looked at
the man convulsing on the ground, ignoring the third man rushing towards her from behind. Just as
he was about to attack, she swiftly kicked backward with her long, beautiful leg, sending him flying
.
The other three were stunned. They couldn't believe this woman was
so skilled with just her legs, without using her hands. They, of course, had no idea that Andrea had
cleared the goblin and orc cave and retrieved the Dream Herb with just those high heels and her beautiful legs.
"Damn it, getting knocked down like that is too humiliating! Look at this!" One of
the men still standing pulled a bottle from his pocket and threw it at Andrea. Although she dodged it, the bottle hit the
wall and exploded. In the hot air from the explosion, Andrea's cloak was blown open. Then,
the scene before them was astonishing.
It turned out that Andrea's body beneath the cloak was almost naked. Her sexy and beautiful upper body was
tightly bound with ropes, deeply constricting her sensual areas. Her hands were also tied behind her back, which was
why she hadn't been able to use them. Only her legs, clad in black stockings and high heels, were free to move. Even
using only her legs, her fighting skills were astonishingly powerful, making one wonder
why such a strong female fighter was bound by ropes and didn't break free.
However, the woman was clearly also concerned about being seen. Somewhat ashamed and indignant, Andrea suddenly switched to
an aggressive stance. She first raised her long, beautiful leg high and kicked down, knocking the fourth man
to the ground. Then she flew to the fifth man and delivered a beautiful spinning kick, sending him flying. Finally, she retracted
her leg and delivered a straight kick, knocking the last man unconscious against the wall.
"This is what happens when you mess with me. You bunch of incompetent cowards." Seeing the men lying scattered
on the ground, Andrea straightened up, looking at the cloak on the ground. "What, you won't let me wear the cloak
? Walking around like this... you don't want to attract too much attention, do you?"
"Alright, that's how it is." Suddenly, the rope on her left hand moved, then released her grip
. The woman coldly picked up her cloak, draped it over her shoulders, and left. But after only a few steps, she
stopped. Suddenly, even more enemies appeared before her.
"Hey, it seems you've been targeted again, my Andrea, you have so many enemies."
This group was a better-equipped warrior, about ten people. For a strong woman like Andrea
, one glance was enough to tell they were not easy to deal with.
"I wonder which battle we fought before. Looks like I should be more cautious." Andrea
smiled.
"So, you have quite a few enemies. I don't even need to lift a finger; you'll be tied up again sooner or later,
obediently serving as a man's sex toy. After all, you're so beautiful, my lady." As he spoke,
the ropes wriggled on the woman's body, as if they were alive. "Ten days ago, you were bound by your legs
and hung upside down, gang-raped by dozens of burly men until you were heavily pregnant, still screaming with your legs spread wide. I never expected you to escape
. But every time I see you captured, it excites me."
"Shut up, monster! I'm not your lady… and I won't be captured by them again. Sooner or later,
I'll find a way to break this damned curse, Rajed!"
"Yes, yes, lady, then fight on with your beautiful legs!" The rope named Rajed…
Generally speaking, the monsters tightened their grip, binding the woman even more tightly, making her breasts protrude further, and
constantly rubbing against her genitals, arousing Andrei's lust.
If she failed, she would surely be captured and gang-raped by these men, becoming their sex toy, just
like before. But this time, the woman would never allow herself to fall into such a situation again.
...
"Ahem, it seems there are an unusually large number of special guests tonight." Just as the staff were preparing to finish their
work for the day, the door opened again, but this time it was someone everyone recognized.
Princess Stephanie of the Green River City-State of Trad, which perished in the Black Tide. Compared to her sister,
Vivalia, who was the hope of Trad, Stephanie was not particularly famous. Originally, she was supposed to be a princess confined to her chambers
, but after the fall of her kingdom, she became active among the common people in a different guise. Legend has it that during her escape, the
princess, driven to the brink of death by traitors, unexpectedly acquired a demonic sword. With this sword, she not only retaliated against the traitors who attempted to kill her
but also suddenly gained power comparable to top-tier warriors.
Stephanie possesses long, violet-colored hair, a hairstyle she has maintained since her princess days. Coupled with
her clothing, though tailored for her adventurous life, it still exudes a noble air, indicating that this princess
has not yet fully transitioned from her royal status. However, her attire, which should have been suitable for outdoor activities,
is remarkably revealing at the lower half. Aside from her boots, only her long, slender, white legs are visible, and her skirt is extremely short,
almost revealing half of her buttocks. But what is most striking is the dark yellow
hilt of the sword between her legs, appearing as if it were inserted upside down into her vagina. This
is the Berdel sword, said to be a demonic sword whose power only comes from being soaked in female aphrodisiac fluid.
“This is… that troll’s ornament,” Stephanie said, and the warrior who had entered with her added
, holding up the troll’s head.
“Yes, that’s right, we defeated that troll together.” The warrior pointed to his side; it seemed that
three people, including Stephanie, had defeated it together.
“Uh, I didn’t expect you to defeat that troll too. But many adventurers never returned.”
The staff member divided the prepared bounty into three parts.
“Of course, but because I, Berdel, am here.” Suddenly, a male, pleased voice
came from between the princess’s legs. Stephanie immediately blushed and tried to cover her sword hilt with her hands, but her legs suddenly went
weak, and she almost sat down.
“Don’t make a sound at a time like this, Berdel,” the princess complained, her face flushed.
"This won't do! How can we let such a good opportunity slip by? This is
proof of the power of my Semen Sword, Berdel! Hahaha! That troll
died before its regenerative abilities could even be fully utilized under the magic of my Semen Sword! Do you see? The power of my Semen Sword, Berdel!" The sounds between the princess's legs
grew louder and louder, drawing everyone's attention to the area between her legs. Stephanie blushed deeply.
Not only were her legs bare, but the sword was also inserted into her vagina, and this sword had such a noisy and flamboyant personality that the princess wanted to
disappear into a hole.
"Don't sit down! I can't see the expressions of the people around me. Stand up, you cunt!" Amidst
the complaints of the Semen Sword in her lower body, the princess had no choice but to straighten up. It turned out that her miniskirt and bare lower body were
specially designed to give this living sword a good view.
"Damn it, why were you as dull as a broken sword when I first found you?"
the male warrior next to her complained.
"Of course, being held by a man like you won't rouse me. I am the Semen Sword Berdel,
only a noble cunt like a princess's is suitable for me to penetrate. Only when my whole body is immersed in the princess's lustful nectar
can my power be unleashed." The Semen Sword became more and more smug as it spoke.
"You lecherous demon sword!" The male warrior couldn't help but draw such a conclusion.
"That's natural, isn't that what my legend says? I am a demon sword, not a holy sword. Of course,
a comfortable and tight cunt like a princess's is the scabbard for me. Inserted into the princess's cunt, I can feel
the friction of the flesh walls when I walk, and even when the princess sleeps, I can enjoy the rise and fall of her cunt. This is the
cunt that I, Semen Berdel, long for."
"Stop talking, or I'll throw you out!!" The Semen Sword became more and more excited as it spoke.
Stephanie, her face flushed to the roots of her neck, gripped the hilt with both hands and tried to pull it out, but she couldn't.
“Hey, Your Highness, you need to think this through. Without my help, you wouldn’t be able to restore your kingdom, save your
sister, or even deal with those thieves, would you? I’ve been protecting you all this way!” The semen sword
protested between Stephanie’s legs. Hearing this, Stephanie calmed down. She clearly understood her
reality and fate as a princess of a fallen kingdom, and for that, she needed the power of this lustful demonic sword. Although it was lustful
, liked to flaunt itself, and completely disregarded her shame, it was indeed this demonic sword that was protecting her. It was a short
sword, soft when inserted into her flesh, yet incredibly tough when pulled out.
“I understand. Please remain in my flesh, Semen Sword Berdel.” Stephanie nodded
.
"That's more like it!" The semen sword laughed happily. Although it, as a demonic sword, liked the sticky
flesh of women, it found that it preferred to bully this little princess, who was a bit weak but gentle and strong at heart.
It felt that they were quite a good match.

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