[Urban] Lan Xiu Xing Zhuan - 16-18

Chapter Sixty-Three: Side Story -

Xueyin Somewhere on the planet Lanxiu, a perfect female body floated in the void. Countless tiny points of light drifted in from all directions, converging on her body. These points of light, numbering in the billions, shimmered with a pure white light, while countless dim points of light scattered from her body.

These countless tiny points of light were the souls of humans. After various humans died, their souls, carrying their faith, returned to her body. After separating from their own faith, the souls became light and vibrant again, their light dimmed, but they were more easily accepted by new life forms.

Occasionally, some larger points of light flew onto her body. These points of light did not land elsewhere, but instead gathered directly into her vagina. The honey-like fluid constantly secreted from her vagina lubricated and swallowed the larger points of light, eventually turning them into dim points of light that escaped from the nipple pores of her breasts, becoming like other souls.

The goddess Hilna's divine body floated in the air in this way for thousands of years. Besides these specks of light-like souls, countless root-like entities emerged from the void, piercing her body. Her blood flowed within these thin, golden roots, shimmering with a faint golden light. Despite their extreme thinness, hundreds of roots illuminated a vast area around her, guiding the specks of light as they moved forward and backward.

Suddenly, the goddess's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, appearing so endearing.

Her delicate eyelashes trembled, parting slightly, and a noble golden light shot into the void, scattering countless specks of light in terror. "

Go, go see who has intercepted my soul. Destroy them, or turn them all to ashes."

Her eyes closed again. The terrified souls scattered, only returning to the goddess's body after a long while.

******On the theoretical border of the northern edge of the Azure Kingdom, there lies a continuous mountain range, a place where mountains, sea, and plains meet.

On a majestic mountain, to the left lies an endless sea, to the right endless hills, in front a vast plain, and behind lies a mysterious land, a land of illusions leading to the endless void, a place of distorted spacetime, where, it is said, the goddess Hilna left herself a window.

This mountain is called "Goddess Mountain," and on Goddess Mountain stands the largest temple of Goddess Hilna on the planet Blue Beauty. A small hilltop has been sheared away, revealing its massive form shrouded in clouds among several high mountains. At the very center is the main temple, enormous and majestic, radiating golden light. A long staircase stretches straight down from twenty meters in front of the temple entrance to the foot of the mountain. At first glance, it appears to have ten thousand steps.

In fact, these steps are exactly ten thousand, wide enough for ten people to walk side by side, without the slightest twist or undulation. This can only be described as a miracle.

If there is any building in the world that is the tallest, then besides the Golden Fruit Tree, it belongs to the Temple of Goddess Hilna.

Today, the solemn temple experienced a tremendous tremor, a power that could penetrate all matter and soul, causing all the priestesses and knights to tremble.

Twelve deep chimes echoed from the sacred mountain, and all the knights, priests, and tourists rushed to the steps of the Temple of Hilna, kneeling respectfully on either side.

The beautiful and noble Pope, clad in a magnificent robe embroidered with gold and silver, carrying a scepter taller than herself and gleaming with golden light, entered the massive main temple barefoot. Two rows of high priests and paladins knelt and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Four male cardinals followed respectfully behind her, also barefoot, their long, flowing red robes trailing on the ground. Each cardinal appeared to be in his forties or fifties, but in reality, imbued with divine power and the offerings of numerous high-ranking female servants, they were at least two hundred years old. They had fathered tens of thousands of high-quality mages and knights for the temple, providing a vast pool of talent for the continent's goddess temples, and held extremely high positions.

Life in the temple was rather monotonous; one could not be too carefree or indulgent, and nobles generally did not wish to reside there permanently.

Furthermore, not just anyone could hold a high-ranking position. Each of the four cardinals possessed unfathomable power; any one of them could wreak havoc, yet they willingly remained here.

Each of the four cardinals carried a sword, a book, a bow, and a spear. Each item radiated a divine light; even the most ignorant would recognize them as divine artifacts. Among these artifacts, the sword was called "Blood Drinker," the book "Divine Codex," the bow "Judgment," and the spear "Void Piercer."

The goddess bestowed ten divine artifacts upon Lan Xiuxing; five were in the temple, and the remaining one was the Pope's staff, called "Ember," signifying everything reduced to ashes. It held the highest status among the ten artifacts and was the least frequently used.

The four stopped halfway through the temple, splitting into two groups and kneeling on one knee, one hand on the knee, the other grasping the other's arm.

The Pope continued forward, stopping ten steps before her papal chair and kneeling respectfully.

Everyone waited in silence.

The clouds stopped.

The wind stopped.

Everyone held their breath, afraid of doing something that might anger others.

The sorrowful silence didn't last long; suddenly, darkness fell. The entire Goddess Mountain, which had always been bright, suddenly became pitch black, even the main temple, which had always radiated golden light, dimmed, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Then,

a point of light appeared out of nowhere between the Pope and the papal chair. That point of light was so dazzling that it even pierced through the temple walls and illuminated the entire mountain. Everyone felt as if the light had pierced through them, exposing all the darkness, and then it vanished.

Centered on the point of light, space cracked like a mirror, making a cracking sound. Everything in the temple began to tremble; the breaking of space caused spatial vibrations. This was why the cardinal remained so far away, while the Pope, protected by his staff, dared to approach within ten steps. Everyone else, all of the highest-level power, knelt far away, clutching the carpet, terrified of being sucked in and vanishing without a trace.

A small hand pressed against the shattered space, instantly filling it with cracks before breaking like glass. All the female knights and high priestesses were sucked into the broken space, and the four cardinals groaned in unison as the spatial pull was instantly severed at their bodies. The fallen knights and priestesses quickly scrambled to their feet and knelt again. Another small

hand reached in, grabbing both sides of the crack and tearing it apart like a tattered rag. The Pope quickly grabbed his staff, and another forceful barrier relieved the four high priests behind him.

A small girl squeezed out of the crack, as if squeezing through a crack in a door. Perhaps, being mischievous, she was too lazy to expend more effort opening the door and preferred to squeeze in herself.

The girl's naked body remained unharmed within the spatial rift, as if the spatial suction was merely a gust of wind. A faint membrane of light floated over her body, protecting her.

The naked girl finally squeezed out of the rift, which, freed from her tearing force, gradually closed. The membrane of light began to shrink after the spatial rift disappeared, transforming like flowing water into a lovely dress. Although the covered area was smaller, the dress's color didn't deepen much, remaining a semi-transparent pink.

The girl appeared to be about ten years old, her height less than 1.5 meters, making her seem quite petite. Her small breasts seemed to have just begun to develop, easily covered by one hand. Her smooth, slender body was free of hair, and her slightly protruding buttocks indicated she was indeed still a young girl. Her delicate body appeared incredibly tender and smooth beneath the semi-transparent dress.

A hint of fatigue lingered on her pretty face, and her long, bright red hair moved without wind, reaching down to her knees.

The girl opened her eyes, and the red light gradually faded, finally revealing a pair of eyes as dazzling as rubies. Her eyes were like the most beautiful rubies, yet they didn't seem out of place at all. It was as if her eyes were naturally meant to be red.

"Sigh, I'm exhausted," the girl said, uttering a sentence that made everyone stumble. Luckily, they had already knelt on the ground, otherwise half of them would have been embarrassed.

"Your Highness, I am the current Pope, Jing. Welcome," the Pope said respectfully.

"Hmm, hello. I am Xueyin," the girl replied casually, looking around.

"Your Highness, Goddess Xueyin..."

"Just call me Xueyin."

"Yes... Your Highness Xueyin..."

"Just call me Xueyin." The girl, Xueyin, circled the Pope, reaching out to touch her chest, then slipping her hand inside the collar of her robe and grasping one of her full breasts, kneading it a few times.

"Yes, yes, Xueyin. May I ask what brings you here, Xueyin?" The Pope knelt motionless as she was touched, feeling a tingling sensation run through her body from that hand. Her breasts felt as if they were about to burst forth, and her lower body tightened as if someone were grasping her vagina and uterus, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. But whether the goddess was unaware or doing it intentionally, she couldn't reach climax, yet dared not move, almost jumping up to seek comfort from the archbishop.

Xueyin withdrew her hand, and the Pope stood frozen, clenching her teeth, afraid to utter a sound.

Xueyin walked to the four cardinal archbishops and remained silent for a moment: "After all these years, are there still only the four of you?"

"Yes, goddess, there are twenty more candidates, but their strength is too weak. They are not qualified to serve as cardinal archbishops," a cardinal with a sword replied respectfully.

"Aren't there any better candidates?"

"In the Azure Kingdom, twelve more suitable individuals have emerged. However, their current strength is still too weak; they need several more decades of training and observation. One of them, named Kui, is quite good. He has high talent and his strength is increasing rapidly. He has learned the same Dragon Emperor's Hidden Absorption Divine Art as me. His potential is even better than mine."

It turns out that the cardinal wielding the sword is none other than the "Heaven-Severing Sword" Canyu from hundreds of years ago. Judging by his age, he is already five or six hundred years old.

If this news were to spread, it would frighten countless people. One's strength is not reflected in how they assess their own abilities, but in their battle record. To have the title "Heaven-Severing Sword" means that he was once a notorious killer. It's just that he killed fewer people later, leaving behind only this enduring name.

"Hmm, I see. It's really not easy to choose. You guys keep searching. I'm going out to play." Xueyin didn't care about his words at all. No matter what was going on, she acted as if it were none of her business. But even if there were no suitable candidates for hundreds of years, surely a girl who looked to be only ten years old couldn't solve the problem?

"Please choose your weapon, Goddess." Four cardinals raised their weapons.

"Hmm." Xueyin touched each of the four divine weapons. "I'll choose the bow."

"Yes, please accept this 'Judgment'." The cardinal holding the bow, with a relaxed expression, respectfully handed it to Xueyin.

"I'll try it." Xueyin walked towards the temple gate. The Pope and the cardinals quickly followed behind her.

Reaching the gate, Xueyin grasped the seemingly unremarkable longbow. The longbow gradually shortened, becoming a size suitable for her use. She drew the bowstring with one hand and pulled it with the other. The entire bow glowed, and a beam of light appeared on it. Xueyin looked around, aimed at a mountain peak, and the beam of light shot towards the peak.

The beam of light struck the mountain peak without a sound.

But the Pope, the cardinals, and a few other powerful individuals were extremely shocked. The beam of light pierced through the entire mountain peak, leaving a straight, narrow tunnel. If one looked from where it entered, one could see the light on the other side.

Silent and deadly, and shooting so far, if it were meant to target anyone present, including the Pope, without prior knowledge, they would likely all be pierced through the skin by an arrow.

"So tired. This isn't fun anymore, I'm going out to play. Um… that direction has a large number of souls trapped there, do you know where that is?" The girl, Xueyin, pointed in a direction.

Everyone looked at each other, quickly pulling out a map.

"It's the territory of the sea, the territory of Grand Duke Tom of the Azure Kingdom, the city of the Great Plains people, and…"

"About this place." Xueyin circled a spot on the map.

"This is… the territory of Grand Duke Tom of the Azure Kingdom. How dare he…" The Pope frowned.

"Yes, the souls there have all been trapped, and some that escaped have been corrupted. The Queen is very angry and sent me to investigate." Xueyin pursed her lips, clearly disdainful of those who blasphemed the goddess.

"Yes. We will immediately prepare attendants for you," the Pope replied.

"...The Goddess is gone."

"What happened to Grand Duke Tom's territory?"

"We've lost contact with her for a long time. I always thought they were preparing for war and needed to keep it secret, but I didn't expect them to be so audacious. They dared to kill their own kind like this."

"We must do something too. The Goddess's power is unstable; we can't just stand by and watch. If something happens to the Goddess, something terrible will happen to the continent."

"If a civil war breaks out in the Azure Kingdom, should we also get involved?"

"This isn't just a civil war in the Azure Kingdom; it also involves the Goddess's interests. Just send someone to discuss it with Queen Jia."

"Since everyone has no objections, the divine might of Goddess Hilna cannot be desecrated. We are all her servants. Before the Goddess becomes angry, we must eliminate them."

"Order all temple forces within a kilometer radius of the Azure Kingdom and Grand Duke Tom's territory to assemble. At the same time, inform all the major hidden families of this matter."

"Those who blaspheme the goddess's divine power must be annihilated with thunderous force."

Chapter Sixty-Four: Blindfolded Training.

In the afternoon, it was time for the daily martial arts training. Yu Mei, with a serious expression, dragged me into the basement, saying that I had to keep up the training, sweat more in peacetime, and bleed less in wartime. She had a very businesslike demeanor.

However, I knew Yu Mei quite well. She didn't have the ability to defeat me, so her womanly nature began to show. She tried every means to increase the difficulty for me, determined to make me feel good before she stopped.

This adorable personality trait is precisely what most women lack, and it's the kind of womanly temperament that I'm most reluctant to destroy, so I always indulge them. It's the same with Yue, with Lina, and with Yu Mei.

"Yu Mei, let's not train for the next few days, okay? You've been so busy lately." I scratched my head awkwardly, looking at Yu Mei in the basement with a group of battle maidens.

Their stance clearly indicated that they were going to surround me, and there were at least thirty of them. They were all wearing only bras, to prevent their breasts from jiggling and affecting their movements during the battle, and also so that if they were defeated and injured, it would be convenient for me to suck their genitals and kill them.

Apart from the sword in her hand, they were all naked except for Yu Mei, who was wearing a short battle skirt. Some of the battle maidens covered their genitals shyly, looking at me expectantly.

Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal; defeating any sword formation of ten or fewer battle maidens was already a piece of cake for me. Sword formations of more than ten people were actually not suitable for dealing with one person. Too many people would make it difficult to maneuver.

But today, Yu Mei made a request: I had to fight blindfolded. This really troubled me; how could I fight blindfolded?

Yu Mei's face darkened, but she was actually suppressing a laugh, and she spat out two words through gritted teeth:

"No."

The twenty battle maidens also covered their mouths and giggled softly. It was truly an honor to see His Highness with such an expression.

"You're clearly taking revenge," I muttered, fiddling with the strip of cloth in my hand.

"I'm not. Stop talking nonsense, put it on, blindfold yourself." Yu Mei looked serious and earnest, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her. "Your enemies may not fight you openly. They might ambush you, or throw sand or lime to interfere with your combat power. A strong person who is not used to this kind of combat will have their combat power reduced by 90%, becoming an easy target for the enemy to slaughter."

One of the battle maidens gently took the strip of cloth and blindfolded me, carefully tying it behind my head. I hugged her and whispered, "Loosen it a little, leave a gap."

"No, if I'm not killed by you this time, I can play again. Your Highness, I'm sorry to trouble you."

This battle maiden's whole body went limp under my rubbing, but she firmly refused my request. Clearly, Yu Mei already knew my methods with women, so she used even more favorable conditions to prevent them from being bribed by me.

"Hmph!" Yu Mei snorted triumphantly. I knew she was holding her head high, showing that she wouldn't give me a chance to play tricks.

With the blindfold put on, I was plunged into darkness. I suddenly realized that Yu Mei's training always targeted my weakest points. From forcing me to endure, to fight back, to grow when I was young, to later being surrounded in battle formations, to now fighting in the dark. She always found the aspect I needed most, which was also my weakest point, to strengthen—the aspect that I suffered the most from.

"Your Highness, blindfold training takes a long time for ordinary people, but for you, it will only take a few days. Now, let's start with the simplest. Yu Liuyi, you go. If you can knock Your Highness down twice, you can go to Your Highness's bed tonight." Yu Mei ordered.

"Yes!" a female voice responded, sounding very excited. "Your Highness, please forgive me."

The iron sword flicked, making a whistling sound as it attacked me. Clearly, she wasn't in a hurry. Being the first attacking battle maiden gave her an advantage, and I wasn't used to fighting in the dark yet.

"Hey, let me prepare! You're so excited about attacking me? I'm going to give you a good beating later!" I shouted inwardly, but my feet didn't slow down. I estimated the attack distance and took several big steps back.

I had done sound-based positioning training before, but that was just a game. I dodged a big step, but the longsword followed like a shadow, slashing towards me with a hissing sound. Fortunately, I was fast and managed to escape far away each time.

However, the basement space wasn't large, and Yu Liuyi wasn't in a hurry. She just chased after me with the hissing sound of her sword.

"Bang!" I crashed into the wall. Before I could react, I was kicked in the right shoulder. I quickly turned and retreated, only to be kicked in the chest. After being kicked twice, I lost my footing and fell to the ground.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Let's try again!" I jumped up again. Being kicked to the ground by a battle maiden far weaker than myself was incredibly frustrating. After assessing her approximate location, I unleashed a flurry of powerful punches, intending to fight her head-on.

However, my counterattacks were ineffective; I realized then that a blind elephant couldn't defeat a wolf.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, after being slashed more than a dozen times, I tripped and fell to the ground.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Yu Liuyi quickly helped me up.

"I'm fine, you won. Ouch...it hurts so much." I pulled off the blindfold and vigorously rubbed the slashed areas on my body. Although my body's defense was already very strong, and I had reached the point where I was virtually impervious to swords and blades, this only meant that I could enhance my defense with internal energy when prepared, achieving a level of imperviousness. Being blindfolded meant I couldn't prepare, and being slashed was very painful.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, does it hurt a lot? It's all my fault, I hit too hard." Seeing my pain, Yu Liuyi tenderly used her internal energy to rub the slashed areas, helping to heal the bruises.

"It's alright, you did a good job. Wash up and wait for me in bed tonight." I pinched her pretty cheek.

"Yes. Thank you, Your Highness." Yu Liuyi knelt on the ground in surprise and gently kissed the back of my hand.

Yu Mei said coldly, "Yu Liuer, it's your turn. Knock down His Highness once and you win."

Blindfolded again, having learned from the previous experience, I began to judge the location of the attack, but the effect was not ideal. This time, I was slashed more times than before. The pain brought tears to my eyes, and if it weren't for the black cloth covering me, someone would have seen me.

Yu Liuer also gained the right to serve the prince that night and excitedly withdrew.

Next, I became more and more accustomed to judging the direction of the opponent's sword by only listening to the sound, and my defense gradually became more effective. Although I was always using my arms and body to block the sword attacks, because the defense was in place, even the pain was greatly reduced. However, Yu Mei's conditions for them became more and more lenient, from knocking me down, to stabbing my body, to being able to hurt me.

Until Yu Liujiu was carelessly caught by me, the sword snapped in two. She quickly dropped the sword and jumped back, but it was too late. I rushed forward and slashed with the broken sword.

There was a sound of her body hitting the ground, and Yu Liujiu groaned in pain. I knew I had finally won.

I lifted the blindfold, and Yu Liujiu lay on the ground. Her bra was cut off, along with her right breast, which was completely split in two. Yu Liujiu clutched her injured right breast, her hands covered in blood and other substances.

"Your Highness has won. Execute Yu Liujiu."

I pulled out my penis, and Yu Liujiu, enduring the pain, spread her legs wide.

"Ugh...! Your Highness." As the thick penis penetrated her, filling her up instantly, Yu Liujiu let out a sigh that sounded like both pain and satisfaction.

"You lost, my trophy. Are you ready for your essence?" I smiled and gently touched the tip of the broken sword to her other breast, where her heart was beating stubbornly.

Yu Liujiu's heart pounded, her vagina convulsed involuntarily, and her breathing became rapid. Although she had long been prepared for everything, she still couldn't control her excitement when the moment truly arrived.

Yu Liujiu gently embraced my hands, "Your Highness, we are all your livestock, ready to become your food at any time. Let me contribute a little bit of my insignificant strength for you."

The tip of the sword pierced her tender breast skin, and a trickle of blood oozed out, turning into a bead. Her heart beat even faster, and her vagina contracted even more powerfully.

I slowly enjoyed her initiative, absorbing strands of essence into my body; the cool feeling was incredibly comfortable. Finally, the tip of the sword touched her internal organs, and she convulsed violently, screaming as she experienced a violent orgasm.

Yu Liujiu remained stiff for a while before gradually recovering. Seeing me still looking at her tenderly, a tear slid down her cheek. "Your Highness, come on, the sisters are waiting."

Together, we plunged the broken sword into her heart. Yu Liujiu

's body tensed instantly, and her essence gushed out like water breaking free of its restraints. Life and essence rapidly drained away. Yu Liujiu convulsed, holding on for a while before suddenly calming down, slowly closing her eyes with a relieved smile.

"My turn." Yu Qiling took a deep breath, feeling an urge to take Yu Liujiu's place. Not only her, but all the war maidens beside her were heavily soaked, some dripping with their own juices.

Perhaps all female beasts have the urge to exchange everything for pleasure. They knew the danger, but for that little comfort, they only received a meager share of my love. Most became my flesh before I could even remember their names, offering their vital organs to my butcher's knife with immense joy, just to make me happy.

Yu Qiling gave up her chance to be favored by me that night. During her fierce attack, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her into my arms. My hand, like cutting tofu, pierced her vagina, grabbing a handful of internal organs and pulling them out. Yu

Qiling immediately lost all ability to resist, and I pulled out all her internal organs with my bare hands. I then stabbed Yu Qiyi under her ribs with a hand chop, tearing out her vibrant heart.

Seeing that three consecutive female beasts couldn't inflict any damage on me, Yu Mei increased the difficulty by having the waiting war maidens make various rhythmic sounds to distract me.

Soon after, they switched to irregular sounds.

My progress was rapid, so rapid that even I was surprised. Of course, this was inseparable from the selfless pleasuring of the thirty war maidens; I even defeated three of them working together while being distracted. Although I was slashed many times, when I defeated three war maidens a second time with even less effort, I knew I was improving rapidly.

That should be enough, right? About ten war maidens had already fallen silent after I sucked their genitals.

In the darkness, my battle instincts grew stronger. When another female beast was knocked to her knees by a light punch to the abdomen, I knew I could accurately judge the enemy's movements without being distracted.

As a trophy, I pressed her to the ground and thrust my penis heavily into her. She let out a soft moan and clung tightly to me.

I couldn't help but wonder why this female beast wasn't speaking. I stopped the action of sucking her essence.

She sighed.

"Yu Mei?" I asked tentatively.

"...Your Highness."

I frowned, pulled off the blindfold, "You disobedient female beast, today I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

"No, no!" Yu Mei struggled. If no one knew, she would grant me any wish, even if it meant being slaughtered, but how could she, so concerned with her reputation, accept humiliating training in front of her subordinates?

However, with my strength, I could ignore her resistance. I grabbed one of her ankles, lifted her upside down, and shook her a few times. Her body then opened wide, powerless.

Chapter Sixty-Five: Yu Mei's training of

me reveals that my picky nature was a product of my mother, the Dak family, the temple, and the various noble families.

Anyone wanting to serve me or become my food must undergo rigorous selection and then come here for animal training. So, don't be fooled by their humiliating stripping and restraints in shameful positions; they are all elites of the nation. Outside, each has the opportunity to become a star, hold an important position, or be respected.

This is also a necessary process for every female animal before following a noble. There are too many capable and confident women; most nobles are probably powerless to control them. If the nobles followed by these outstanding women lack the power to dominate, it will cause great unpleasantness.

On Blue Star, regardless of the country, men are always favored by the law. Consuming and slaughtering outstanding women is perfectly normal, but harming men, even psychologically, will be severely punished. Therefore, every man, even those born commoners, will be assigned many outstanding talents by the state to help him grow and train more women to serve him.

Entering the basement training room, one hears unbearable moans and pleasurable screams of climax.

Here are many female slaves kept in cages, all of whom are beauties of A-rank or higher. The mages and battle maidens have received training since childhood, especially the battle maidens, whose figures are exceptionally well-proportioned due to years of martial arts training. The rest are classmates and teachers from the school, as well as some female officials. Whether I choose these beauties myself or others, they must not only have figures and flesh quality of A-rank or higher, but also possess outstanding talents to serve me.

These female slaves curiously looked at the female slave I personally brought in. She covered her face tightly, completely naked. Yu Mei trembled as I carried her upside down into the training room.

For a long time, the rumor that my training room was the nemesis of tsundere female slaves had been widespread in Tianlan City. It wasn't as kind and gentle as my reputation suggested.

This was Yu Mei's first time here, but she had long heard of the fearsome reputation of my training room. My training room isn't lacking in obedient female slaves; however, a large proportion of those who become my slaves are capable and temperamental. To date, I've never heard of a high-profile female slave leaving here becoming unruly.

My stewards and eunuchs have extensive experience and methods for dealing with them, ensuring everyone is completely submissive and happily accepts my penis and butcher's knife. Of course, there have been arrogant female slaves who dared to challenge me before, but within a week, they were serving me obediently in the most shameful positions, just like the other bitches.

The female slaves showed expressions of curiosity or pity. Before coming here, a few of them were arrogant, believing they deserved to be pampered. After comparison and training, they became much more restrained. My stewards have plenty of shameful training methods to temper their arrogance, and even for female slaves confident in their abilities, I have many elites to capture them.

I grabbed a handful of women's oil and smeared it on Yu Mei's anus. Yu Mei struggled again, but she was already terrified and weak-kneed, only offering token resistance, not daring to struggle and resist as fiercely as she did outside. The enema gun accurately pierced her anus, and a rush of water quickly poured into her body.

Hanging upside down, Yu Mei gently kicked and punched me, but as her lower abdomen slowly swelled, her resistance became weak.

"No, no, it hurts so much." The water was pouring in too quickly, and Yu Mei's stomach cramped.

I quickly turned off the water valve and threw her to the ground. "Want to poop? You disobedient bitch."

Yu Mei cowered on the ground, not uttering a sound. As a proud warrior, she would not show her submission to other bitches.

I wasn't in a hurry. I gently tapped her stomach with my foot. She broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but didn't resist. Perhaps she would have preferred me to stomp on her stomach.

I stretched my foot behind her, and with a slight hook of my toe, the water valve opened a little more.

"Ah!" Yu Mei quickly reached for the water valve to turn it off.

"You disobedient teacher, I'm going to fill your belly and hang you in the house to perform a fountain show." I stepped on her wrist, announcing my punishment.

"Let go of me, you bad guy!" Upon hearing that I was going to discipline her in such a humiliating way, Yu Mei struggled desperately despite the pain in her stomach, but all her efforts only resulted in more humiliation.

I took the discipline whip from the side and lashed her swollen belly and firm buttocks again and again. The pressure from inside and outside made Yu Mei constantly protect her sensitive areas, trying to avoid my all-pervasive whip tip, while also enduring the unbearable pain in her stomach.

I turned off the water valve, pulled out the enema gun, "You disobedient teacher, go ahead and poop, let everyone see how you defecate."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yu Mei's forehead. Seeing many female animals looking on curiously, she refused to comply even more. Making her do such a shameful thing in front of so many people was more painful than killing her.

Yu Mei held on for a while but then couldn't take it anymore. She kept contracting her lovely anus, refusing to release the filth. "Ugh...why won't you take it in..."

"Hmm? What did you say? Speak louder."

Yu Mei bit her lip. "If you don't take me in, I'll become your slave!"

"Oh? You want to be my slave?" I felt a surge of pleasure, but my tone was stern. I raised the whip and lashed her bare breasts. "Do you think you can be anyone else's slave but mine?"

Yu Mei convulsed, her voice becoming pleading: "No, please don't hit me anymore. Let me go to the toilet. I can't take it anymore."

"No! If you want to be my slave, you must obey my will! Hurry up!"

"No, please, Your Highness."

My face darkened. "The toilet's over there. If you go in, you're no longer my slave."

Yu Mei froze, never expecting that becoming my slave would mean facing a choice between dignity and humiliation. This tormented her: "Waaah... I... Ahhh--..."

Two powerful streams of fluid gushed from beneath Yu Mei. One stream was yellow, the other clear—her climax fluid.

In the moment of complete relaxation, she reached her climax. This climax was incredibly intense; she screamed and convulsed, gushing out in waves. She convulsed for a full three minutes before collapsing weakly, burying her face in her arms, sobbing softly and pitifully. Perhaps it was the relief from the discomfort of release, perhaps the joy of being accepted as my slave and the loss of her freedom, or perhaps the shame and humiliation of being ejaculated and climaxed in front of so many people.

But from now on, she finally had my approval.

If she hadn't tried to secretly have me execute her today, I wouldn't have angrily accepted her as my official slave. Training a strong and unyielding female warrior is quite a fun thing. I've always been reluctant to acknowledge her identity, but she couldn't resist first.

However, I also understand that Yu Mei had long been prepared to become my slave, but because I refused to admit it, she stubbornly challenged me. In this situation, it's hard to say whether I won or she won.

After she caught her breath, I picked up the water gun again. "It's not over yet. Let's do it again. Yu Mei, you looked so beautiful just now. What a rare sight."

As I spoke, I grabbed her feet and lifted her lower body again, rinsed her anus with water, and inserted myself again.

Yu Mei obediently accepted my humiliating actions. She completely accepted becoming my slave. Hearing my praise, she was both ashamed and happy, but the praise was too shameful. She covered her face tightly, but her body was completely open to me, allowing me to play with her body as I pleased, and she cooperated obediently.

"Your Highness, my master, Yu Mei is your beast, please have mercy. I am willing to let you suck my cunt, willing to become your food. Please don't punish me so severely." She pitifully begged for my forgiveness.

Her lower abdomen quickly swelled even more than before, and Yu Mei's limbs spread wide in distress again, shaking her head incessantly. She no longer needed to hide herself in front of me; even if I held a knife to her vulva, she wouldn't resist in fear, only begging me not to make her suffer too much.

However, this time I didn't rush to pull out the enema gun, but gently rubbed her stomach. "My beast must clean herself when I need her, and send herself to the bed or the dining table according to my needs, understand?"

"Yes, Your Highness, my master." Despite her distress, Yu Mei tried her best to endure.

"Hmm, without my order, you are not allowed to defecate." I pulled out the enema gun, and Yu Mei quickly tightened her anus to prevent herself from leaking the enema fluid. I rubbed her lower abdomen and genitals, and she quickly broke out in a cold sweat again. "When you bathe, you must clean not only your outside but also your inside. If I'm hungry after I've finished with you, you must be my clean food immediately. You can't have anything dirty on you, understand?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Yu Mei obediently replied.

I raised the whip again and lashed her genitals and lower abdomen repeatedly, watching Yu Mei endure the pain under my whip, trembling, tears streaming down her face, yet she dared not protect herself.

Just as Yu Mei was about to reach her limit, I finally let her go: "Alright, go ahead and poop."

This time Yu Mei didn't hold back, and the gushing water flowed into the drain like a fountain. She had another orgasm. Hmm, she was basically clean now.

I inserted the water gun again, turned off the enema water switch, and turned on the clean water switch, opening the inlet valve very low. Yu Mei could clearly feel the water flowing into her body, but it took a long time before she felt full.

I approached her and put my penis to her mouth. She no longer forced herself to accept it as before, but instead tried to take it in. She instinctively began to lick and suck my penis, and although she wasn't skilled, she grasped the technique quickly.

I continuously rubbed her lower abdomen with my hand, allowing the fluid to flow smoothly into her body without causing her too much discomfort, while teasing her by kneading her breasts with my other hand.

She diligently licked and sucked my penis, gradually adapting to its increasing length as it entered her mouth, finally reaching her throat.

Yu Mei had clearly practiced this before, and my penis smoothly slid into her esophagus.

Hmm, the training went smoothly; it seems she had fully accepted the situation to get into character so quickly.

After three enemas, Yu Mei was on the verge of death. She got into character on the first try; the rest would just be some behavioral guidelines and intensive training—that could be left to Lina and the others.

Leaving the weak and unconscious Yu Mei behind, I left the basement. Yue and Lina were chatting quietly outside.

Seeing me come out, the women surrounded me.

"Your Highness, Sister Yumei gave in so quickly! I thought she'd be more resilient." Lala usually admired Yumei and always said in private that Sister Yumei must have been forced to serve Your Highness. Otherwise, with Your Highness's charm, which woman wouldn't obediently strip naked and lie there for Your Highness to fuck?

Yue also looked very disappointed: "That's right, Yue always thought Sister Yumei would take at least three days to give in. I didn't expect her to admit defeat so quickly. It's really boring."

Lina covered her mouth and chuckled: "I told you long ago, Yumei surrendered to Your Highness long ago. Her expression was all an act. Which woman can resist Your Highness's power for more than an hour? It's just that Your Highness likes to play the game of raping her." "

No, Yumei isn't like that. It's because Your Highness's methods are too forceful. Yumei is just an ordinary woman. There's nothing she can do about it." Celine was more in Yumei's defense. The methods I used to subdue her weren't very honorable in her eyes. I just understood her weaknesses and forced her to submit.

"Alright, from today onwards, Yu Mei is one of my female livestock, just like you all. You must get along well." I pinched Celine's cheek, and she immediately stiffened. I could understand what she was saying, and Celine knew I wasn't a fool. "Dance for me tonight."

"...Yes, Your Highness." Celine felt dizzy, her legs went weak, and she leaned against Mary.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Preparations (Part One)

Today is the day of my graduation ceremony.

Early in the morning, Tianlan School was already packed with people, and several large playgrounds were filled with people. Tens of thousands of female livestock lined up at the school gate for inspection, and entered the school one after another. They were all there to attend my graduation ceremony, mostly as spectators, while a considerable number were there as livestock to be slaughtered and athletes who were gambling with their lives.

In less than an hour, the school was already packed with people. My graduation ceremony had gotten off to a good start.

Coming-of-age ceremony and graduation ceremony are the two most important ceremonies in the life of every nobleman in Tianlan Kingdom.

The coming-of-age ceremony was a significant ritual for nobles, commemorating their first act of gratitude to their mothers by slaughtering and eating her. This was believed to strengthen the child and signify adulthood, indicating their ability to contribute to the nation's population. Only the children of ordinary nobles and the queen underwent this ceremony; the children of the crown prince did not.

The graduation ceremony, on the other hand, was a celebration of a noble's graduation, similarly marking their readiness to assume important responsibilities and obligations to society. This ceremony involved a large-scale slaughter ritual, which could take the form of a single sacrificial slaughter, a large event, or a banquet; most nobles opted for a combination of both. Slaughter and consumption were essential components.

Each noble's graduation ceremony typically involves a large-scale slaughter party, with attendees numbering around ten to twenty thousand. This serves as a public announcement that another qualified noble is about to fulfill their duties of procreation and eliminating older female slaves. The number of people slaughtered at these gatherings usually exceeds one thousand. For high-ranking nobles like myself, the average number slaughtered exceeds three thousand.

The targets include female students who haven't graduated by twelve, some older teachers, and non-top students whom the nobles wish to slaughter. Of course, top students can also register as their female slaves to be taken home or slaughtered on the spot.

Excellent women always receive preferential treatment; this is a sign of social progress, and it's not surprising that the law favors the excellent.

Each slaughter ranges from several hundred to several thousand people. It's impossible for all of them to come from the school; otherwise, if nobles graduated for three or four consecutive years, the school would face a shortage of graduates and teachers, which would be detrimental to contributing fresh blood to society and eliminating older female slaves. Therefore, the majority of those slaughtered at each noble's graduation are female slaves from society, including volunteers, criminals, and the graduates' mothers. Of course, if a graduating noble's status and wealth are sufficient, they can bring their family's army to slaughter them.

There are several ways to hold a graduation ceremony, and mine is a sports meet.

Because of my noble status, the slaughter will include crown princes who failed to graduate. Generally speaking, even crown princes who failed to graduate are not people ordinary nobles are qualified to slaughter. Of course, this excludes those whose own crown princes participate as female livestock.

The sports meet will last for three whole days, making it one of the longest graduation ceremonies. It is estimated that several thousand female livestock will be slaughtered, which is my way of fulfilling my social responsibility. Because I slaughter fewer than thirty female livestock each day, while over ten thousand female livestock are slaughtered in the factories of Sky Blue City every day, and over ten thousand children are born every day, my inefficiency has caused dissatisfaction among many well-informed women's groups.

With the support of the major families and temples, my sports meet is unprecedented in scale. Not only are there many students, teachers, commoners, and wealthy people, but the temples and major families have each sent ten thousand people to assist in maintaining order, showing how much they value me.

The scope of the graduation ceremony slaughter is vast. Those to be forcibly slaughtered include unqualified adult female students and unqualified adult heirs, teachers with over ten years of service, and other staff who have made outstanding contributions to the school.

These individuals, either too old or falling into the social exclusion zone, will be slaughtered all at once during the opening ceremony's sacrificial ceremony to the gods. Among them, the heirs must be slaughtered by me personally, as well as some female livestock who have made significant contributions. All the meat from these female livestock will belong to me personally, as a sign of respect for these important talents.

Besides these, other students and teachers can voluntarily accept slaughter, or I can designate their targets. A larger proportion of those slaughtered each time are volunteers attending the graduation ceremony.

According to statistics, over 100,000 people will participate in my sports meet, with over 8,000 expressing interest. At least 5,000 people are expected to die during the sports meet. These female livestock who die in various ways are all excellent meat, and I don't want to send them to the feed mill. According to my suggestion, besides the main sports fields used for competitions, the other sports fields will serve as temporary slaughter and decomposition sites. The meat, after being butchered, was given to the audience present today, except for some of the younger students.

This thoughtful approach earned me widespread approval. Most nobles, you see, are too lazy to deal with the aftermath, simply having it hauled away by a slaughterhouse or feed mill. Because of storage time, meat that isn't processed promptly often becomes stale. This is why my sports meet was so packed with people—and that's after turning down many; otherwise, Sky Blue School would have been trampled to pieces.

Such a large-scale sports meet, let alone me, even Lina had never hosted one before. A gathering of hundreds of thousands of people requires managing countless tasks; even the mages and battle maidens were helpless in such a situation. Fortunately, my family and my mother's circle of talent are diverse. Celine, in particular, is an expert in this area, having participated in the management of several large gatherings during Queen Jia's reign. So, I had her manage the event along with her assistants.

Considering the issues of space and efficiency, Yue, Lina, Yumei, and Celine were only responsible for one thousand people, while the school covered two thousand. My mother and the Dark family sent many professionals to handle the slaughter of at least two thousand.

Because I had the fewest subordinates, I brought almost all of the five hundred-plus female livestock that the temple and various noble families had provided for me, but it still wasn't enough to slaughter that many. Yumei simply brought over her entire three-thousand-strong knightly order.

After all, these battle maidens and mages had basically never seen blood, and summoning them to help dissect the meat would be a form of training for them. In addition, Lina contacted some chefs from Hill Fast Food to instruct them on how to process meat quickly.

As a result, Celine happily told me that our own meat-processing task could reach at least two thousand people.

The Dark family and the people sent by my mother occupied another large playground and teaching building, and the school also sent its own people and invited several chefs from the meat industry to assist.

Before the sports meet, I found myself with nothing to do. Last night, I had sucked the genitals of dozens of female slaves and filled their lower mouths, so the few female slaves accompanying me today were rather languid. Yue, however, with her special constitution, was full of energy after being "nourishd" by me. Unwilling to waste time on the podium, she grabbed a rough sketch of the school's layout and dragged me around to look at it.

For my convenience, only my attendants and I were allowed to ride horses at full speed; other horses, even those carrying passengers, could only walk slowly. We occasionally saw wealthy people riding horses around the school.

Yue pulled me onto a Rama, while other war maidens followed behind on their own horses.

We inspected the area assigned to my subordinates. It was bustling with activity; although no female slaves had been slaughtered yet, the preparations were already incredibly arduous—it involved the bodies of thousands of female slaves.

Hundreds of carts were used to transport the executed female animals; a dozen or so makeshift pools and troughs were used to wash and skin them; neatly arranged knives and large barrels were for slaughtering them; countless packaging bags were for the audience to take home; dozens of large pots were used to cook meat and offal; and there were mountains of food boxes—all the meat would be eaten before the sports meet ended. There was also plenty of rice, fruit, and vegetables being cooked to prevent the audience from getting sick from too much meat.

Although they rarely ate meat, my female animals, under the direction of Lina and Celine, prepared methodically, showing no signs of inexperience, which pleased me greatly.

Seeing me inspect, the animals were delighted, excitedly looking at me and abandoning their work to form a large circle around me.

Lina, who was in charge of the scene, watched with displeasure as the animals stopped what they were doing, walked over to me, and gently pinched me. Soon, a steady stream of meat would be delivered; there was still a lot of preparation work to be done.

I kissed her, and Lina immediately smiled. "My little bastards, today's going to be a busy day. Are you confident?"

"Yes!" the women answered in unison, each one standing tall and full of energy.

"Well, today is my graduation ceremony, so there's a lot of work to do. If I handle more than three thousand people today, I'll stay at your camp for three days and give you all a good time, okay?"

"Ah!" the women screamed excitedly.

"Alright, let's get to work. I'm off." I smiled and left, pinching Lina's butt before I left. She stomped her foot in protest and went back to work.

"Brother, let's go see the stage. There's a surprise there."

"Oh, what surprise?"

"Come on, you'll see when you see it." Yue eagerly pulled me along, running all the way.

Upon reaching the top of the platform, I saw over two hundred female slaves standing around a large crystal character, carefully erecting it to be hung in front of the viewing platform.

I approached and saw it was my character, "Kui." This "Kui" character was enormous, crystal clear, and hollow in the middle.

Besides it, there were many stakes and axes. It seemed they were going to be used for beheadings.

"What are you doing…?"

"Your Highness Kui," the female slaves all knelt down.

"Why are there so many execution objects here? No one can see them from here."

A female official in charge stood up. "Your Highness, this character was specially made for you; it's hollow inside. Once the ceremony begins, all these female animals will be beheaded, their bodies hung above the water tank. Their blood will flow into this large character, turning your name red—it'll be quite a spectacle. Filling this character would require the blood of about a handful of female animals, but we've prepared two hundred."

"I see." I felt this was a bit extravagant, but I didn't say it aloud. "Yes, thank you all for your efforts."

"It's our honor. May the goddess Hilna bless you, Your Highness." The female official knelt again.

The female animals cheered in unison, "Goddess, bless you!" "

Since Your Highness is here, you should be the first to behead someone." The female official turned and asked, "Who among you will let Your Highness behead someone?"

"I will! I will!" Everyone raised their hands.

"You'll do." The female official pointed to a plump woman with rosy skin. She looked very energetic; if she were beheaded, her blood would spurt more than two feet.

She took off the few pieces of clothing she was wearing, and two other women tied her ankles together with ropes, binding her hands behind her back.

The woman knelt on the nearest wooden stake, her head sticking out slightly, trying to control her breathing and keep her voice from trembling too much. "Your Highness, Your Highness, I'm ready. Please come."

I didn't take the axe, but walked behind her, took out my penis, spread her buttocks, and thrust it into her vagina. Her vagina was tight, but it was no problem for my penis. I firmly thrust into her, and she let out an unbearable sigh of praise: "Oh, it hurts so much... Your Highness, it's so big. Your penis must be the most powerful. Even a spear can't compare to you, mmm..." 12-07 Chapter Sixty-Seven Preparations (Part Two) She

was about to be beheaded, and this woman was particularly excited. Her vagina was clenched tightly, and she reached orgasm in just a few thrusts.

I pulled out my penis, grabbed the axe, and went to her side. She gazed at me with hazy, seductive eyes, her satisfied smile and taut body indicating she was still in a state of pleasure.

I raised the axe high, and she trembled. The axe fell swiftly, instantly severing her head. Her head bounced and landed in the basket below, while her body tensed and shot up, blood spurting far away, a stream of honey-like fluid simultaneously flowing from her lower body. After a while, the blood from the severed neck began to gush out in spurts, and faint urine also flowed from beneath her.

A spectacular decapitation performance! The female slaves applauded vigorously. Someone used a hook to attach a rope to the corpse's ankles, pulling a pulley and hoisting it upside down. The headless corpse was pulled along the track to the top of the trough, blood gushing from the severed wound, splashing into the wide trough.

"You will all return to the goddess's side, hardworking female slaves, blessings upon you."

"Thank you, Your Highness!" More than two hundred female slaves knelt again, watching me leave.

Riding on Rama's back, Yue hugged me with a grin, "Brother, do you like this word? They were the first batch of female slaves to be executed. Before the opening ceremony, they had to fill the word with blood." "

It's beautiful. It will definitely be very impressive when it's full," I praised her with a smile.

Not far behind the stadium, there was a large reserve area with many catapults inside. I had seen them from the top of the platform earlier and curiously led Rama there.

It turned out that Lala was leading the magicians to prepare human fireworks. There were ten catapults in this open space, but they were adjusted to launch upwards, which would be used to launch the female slaves who had undergone extreme enemas upwards. Fifty magicians were meditating there. In a moment, each of them would use two ten-times compressed explosives to blast the female slaves into powder. Compressing explosives ten times was a very strenuous task, and there was also danger if they were not careful, so they all meditated quietly, waiting for the start time.

One hundred women used as human fireworks were all criminals. Generally, they hadn't committed any major crimes, such as theft, fraud, or assault, but their negative impact on social morality meant they all had to be arrested. Being used as human fireworks meant leaving no trace of their bodies, their beautiful flesh completely destroyed, only fit to be used as animal feed. Not every volunteer had the courage to do this, so using them was more appropriate.

These female fireworks slaves had their limbs cut off, leaving only pillow-like bodies, with chew toys in their mouths, and were pulled into an open area by vehicles. This was done to ensure a more complete explosion, without too many extra limbs affecting the explosive effect. Their limbs were also sent to be broken down into pieces, allowing a portion of them to return to society and be consumed. It was a form of forgiveness, since it was their thoughts that were the crime, not their beautiful flesh.

Most importantly, it was more convenient to operate; whether it was enemas, carrying, or throwing, it saved a lot of effort. Even if they wanted to resist, they were powerless.

Many war maidens carried these female fireworks slaves off the vehicles one by one and neatly placed them on a table.

Three men approached, carrying water guns and a giant dildo. One lifted the female fireworks slave's head and inserted the water gun through her mouth, all the way into her stomach, then turned it on, filling her with various colored juices. Another inserted an enema gun into her anus, similarly filling it with juice, and then used a large dildo covered with a slippery fish intestine bag, forcefully inserting it into her anus.

The juice filling was to make the fireworks colorful, very beautiful and spectacular, while the dildo wasn't for comforting them, but rather for the magician to later send compressed, explosive balls into her vagina. Given the magician's strength, inserting his hand into her juice-filled stomach through her vagina would be difficult, so the dildo was covered with the fish intestine bag; after removing the dildo, the bag would remain in her vagina.

When it was time to set off the fireworks, the war maiden would carry the female fireworks slave to the launcher, allowing the magician to open the fish intestine bag and insert his hand into her vagina through it. Then another mage would cast a levitation spell on the fireworks slave to reduce her weight, and the throwing machine would toss her tens of meters high. A mage casting a fireball spell would then detonate the flames inside her, blasting her to pieces.

The battle maidens methodically inserted tubes into the fireworks slave's body, swelling her belly into a large ball, then plugged her mouth and anus to ensure nothing leaked out. Only the bloated fireworks slave's body remained, writhing helplessly.

Such extreme enemas and infusions are not something most people would enjoy; only a masochistic person like Yue would like being treated this way. But it's more of a mental pleasure than a physical sensation. The fireworks slaves, unable to withstand such pressure, rolled their eyes back.

"No, no, a little less. If you force-feed her any more, she'll die. We'll fill her up again when we're about to throw her." Lala checked each of the female slaves being filled with fluid, occasionally marking one with a pen to indicate that more could be added before the throw, and occasionally opening a plug to relieve the pressure.

Unable to answer or struggle, the female slaves were terrified and carried to the table, their bodies bouncing. They watched as other female slaves, their bellies bulging as if about to burst, rolled their eyes back in agony. They rolled in fear, making a final struggle, until they too were held down, three thick, long penises inserted deep into their three vaginas, gradually filling them until they were too swollen and painful to move.

This was naturally Yue's favorite scene. Originally, she had volunteered to lead the game, but Lina had refused, worried that Yue might harm herself by playing alone. Now, seeing this, Yue hugged me from behind, rubbing her large breasts against my back, "Mmm, so much fun. Brother, Yue wants it too, can you play with Yue like this?"

"No." I rejected it without thinking. This kind of high-pressure play would cause great damage to the body. Although the Crown Prince's recovery ability was strong, it had its limits. If it caused internal lacerations or something, then I would have to slaughter her and eat her.

Yue was one of the few female animals who could withstand my full-force fucking, and I couldn't bear to play her to death so extravagantly.

After saying goodbye to Lala, I mounted Lama again, grabbed the reluctant Yue and put her on the horse's back, and slapped her buttocks a few times before she finally behaved.

A small stage was erected in the center of the sports field. This stage had wheels underneath, allowing it to be pushed around. Soon, the most popular singers and dancers from the Violet Troupe, the most famous song and dance troupe in Sky Blue City, would perform on this stage.

In front of the stage, a long row of fifteen suspended decapitation machines were arranged, all connected together. This was the most important part of the noble graduation ceremony. They could be used for decapitation, hanging, or impalement. This symbolized the scope of my responsibility and obligation to slaughter female animals after graduation.

I would control the first decapitation machine. With a pull of the ring, the blade would fall from the top, severing the head of the first female animal through the neck. Her head falling into the basket below would unlock the rope of the second decapitation machine, beheading the second female animal. Then the third, the fourth, the fifth… The fifteen decapitation machines represented my fifteen years of age. Beheading the female animals signified beginning my obligation to slaughter them.

The fifteen female animals were carefully selected representatives. The group includes commoners, wealthy women, female officials, magicians, war maidens, generals, students, teachers, scholars, workers, farmers, merchants, cooks, and sailors. The war maiden is a winged being, the worker a centaur, and the sailor a mermaid. This represents the diverse range of people and races I target, with ages ranging from twelve to thirty, reflecting the age range of my targets. I

also personally beheaded an unqualified crown prince. Other nobles are usually maids or waitresses. This difference distinguishes me from them.

Normally, even unqualified crown princes are taken back by the school after graduation and served as the main course at the school banquet, until all are slaughtered within a year before the following year's graduation. However, this time, to support my graduation ceremony, the school will have me slaughter four of the thirty unqualified crown princes.

Besides the first one beheaded, I will pierce one crown prince each day to mark the start of the day's sports meet. After being pierced, she will be suspended like a flag on a piercing pole in front of the podium.

High-ranking nobles always set aside a superior female animal as a sacrifice for such gatherings or ceremonies. These three crown princes serve as offerings to the goddess for three days, impaled and left to linger for a day afterward. At dusk, the games end, and she too finishes her mission as a sacrifice. She is then roasted or baked to become my meal.

The champion of the day can stay and dine with me, savoring the delicious flesh of the crown prince. If she is exceptionally beautiful and catches my eye, she can also come to my bed or become one of my female animals—a rare honor.

This is also a long-standing tradition of the games.

Not far from the main stage in the games arena, there is a registration desk for temporarily volunteering female animals to participate. As the slaughter progresses, more and more female animals can't resist signing up. This happens not only at large banquets but also frequently at many smaller gatherings and parties. Female animals who have repeatedly watched or participated in the slaughter develop an increasingly strong sense of identification, until they can't resist participating in this dangerous game, becoming objects of others' observation and slaughter.

The more physically capable the female animal, the greater the impact of this scene, and the easier it is for her to muster the courage to accept it. For most people, three to seven viewings or two to four participations are the minimum for a woman to go from initial contact to acceptance. Regardless of location, the more a woman expresses her unwillingness, the easier it is to accept her, or at least not with strong resistance. I've tried many times; those very confident women are always half-heartedly slaughtered on the spot, offering only weak resistance to show they actually don't want to, but I'm too strong for them to resist.

On one side of the platform is a large pool with a dozen or so mermaids. Kanana and the others received special treatment from Lina, being allowed to watch the games together. One of their mermaids was used as the female animal on the executioner's block. This also made it convenient for me to choose and prepare them whenever I wanted to eat eggs or mermaid meat, because I had already eaten all the eggs of the younger mermaids, except for a few like Kaiyi and Kanana.

These are the new mermaids.

On another large playground, a huge chessboard was drawn. This was the venue for Yue's proposed "real-life chess" competition. This game could select a large number of volunteers, eliminating the need for professional gladiators. Professional gladiators were too wary, and a single fight would take a long time. Therefore, a large group of female slaves were already there, laughing and joking as they brandished swords, spears, and shields, the clanging sounds filling the air. The

chess players were over twenty renowned female chess masters from Sky Blue City. They would compete here, but their fate would be determined not only by their chess skills but also, more importantly, by the combat strength and teamwork of their pieces. Because it required real combat, each capture didn't guarantee a victory for the capturing side. Winning pieces could be used to replenish the female slaves' ranks, while those killed or seriously wounded would be sent to various arenas to be slaughtered and dismembered, ensuring that every clash of pieces was exciting.

The allocation of each piece was random, meaning that if a player was unlucky enough to be surrounded by weak volunteers and lost the match, she wouldn't have a second chance. After my inner circle selected the best pieces beforehand, those of high quality would be sent to me to be slaughtered, while the average ones would be slaughtered by their opponents and their pieces.

"Hehe, brother, what do you think of Yue's idea? The gladiatorial game in the arena last time was very exciting, so Yue brought the gladiatorial game here too." Yue excitedly boasted to me.

"Very good." I didn't hold back my praise for this little sister.

"It's a pity we can't bring insects and wild beasts, they don't listen to us, otherwise it would be even more interesting." Yue expressed a little regret.

"Then let's call it Animal Chess. We should go back now, the opening ceremony is about to start." I patted Lama's horse's rump, and she immediately turned and ran back to the stadium.

Chapter Sixty-Eight Preparations (Part Three)

The big character '魁' had been filled in, and the bright red character looked very vivid and beautiful in the clear sunlight.

The stadium, which can hold 100,000 people, was full, and many spectators couldn't find seats. Many people couldn't help but admire my grand gesture when they saw the huge red character, that I had actually come up with such a way to show my execution ability.

On Blue Star, the ability to execute and reproduce is equally important to nobles. A noble who can kill tens of thousands of female slaves is more respected than a well-behaved noble who eats meat three times a day, and more female slaves are willing to come to his territory. Seeing this powerful display, many female slaves were immediately wet, and the registration area was crowded with people, forming a long queue.

During my absence, many people came to the platform. The huge and spacious platform was filled with more than three hundred people, making it somewhat crowded, but most of them sat quietly in their seats, asking their maids to get what they needed. The Queen Mother sat at the very top in a specially made large chair, or rather, a sofa bed, surrounded by her entourage.

A large number of female officials sat on cushions and chairs on the floor, occupying a third of the platform. Apart from the large pool next to it, which was one level lower, and the hundreds of women sent by various families as representatives, the rest were my female slaves.

There was also a small open space reserved for me, where I could place all sorts of things and do whatever I wanted, including the female officials and representatives brought by the Queen Mother.

These representatives came to the graduation ceremony, and also to observe my charisma. As a first impression, whether I'm popular when I travel or visit others will depend on their opinion of me. What they came for doesn't really affect me, but the representatives and female officials they sent are all top-tier female beasts, which is what I'm most satisfied with. I must slaughter a few and taste them when I have time.

I walked straight to my mother, admiring her beauty; she was truly stunning. Today, my mother wore a simple yet noble queen's robe. The high collar and the beautiful, intricate beaded ornaments on her head accentuated her noble elegance, making one dare not harbor the slightest disrespect. My mother is so perfect as both the crown prince and the queen.

However, this attire is even more alluring to me than deliberately stripping naked in front of me.

It is one of my greatest pleasures to ruthlessly ravage and humiliate noble, elegant, strong, cold, and proud women, to tear away their disguises, and make them lewd and humiliated under my penis.

"Kui, you've come." Seeing me approach, the Queen Mother gracefully moved aside to let me sit with her, though the gesture looked more like she was avoiding a lecherous man with ill intentions. What

I loved most about my mother wasn't her unrestrained behavior when she was naked, but rather when she was dressed in her noble attire, displaying a serious and dignified expression. Watching her shrink away, my lust intensified.

Sensing my desire, the Queen Mother tensed up, leaning uneasily against the edge of the chair: "Kui, the sports meet is about to start, let's watch it properly."

"Of course, but sitting like this isn't very comfortable, Mother, sit on my lap." I grabbed the Queen Mother and easily lifted her up.

"No, Kui, Mother is pregnant, you... Ouch, be gentle, everyone's watching Mother!... Don't tear it, you'll ruin the Queen's robe, just lift it from the side... Kui! You bad guy!" She resisted fiercely, her refusal turning into pleading, and finally, helplessly, I lifted her Queen's robe, and she slowly and laboriously swallowed my large penis with her back to me. Like a delicate young girl being forced by a vile nobleman, she resisted with feigned weakness.

"Oh, so good, as expected of the Queen, her pussy feels so different." I took a deep breath in satisfaction.

My mother glared at me angrily, but after I touched her cervix, she immediately became obedient. Her softest spot was filled and pounded by my penis, and even my mother, as the Queen, couldn't maintain her royal dignity.

As my mother, she knew my tastes very well. The more serious and noble she was, the more excited I became. I wished she would put on airs and yell "Insolence!" at me, because then I would probably pin her to the edge of the platform and rape her. Fortunately, the platform was semi-open, with a clear view from inside to outside, but a dark view from outside to inside. Only by walking to the front could one be seen clearly. "

Luckily, only these few hundred people can see," Her Majesty comforted herself.

The ladies-in-waiting stared straight ahead at the sports field, as if nothing was happening. However, from their relaxed chatting and joking just moments before to their solemn and serious demeanor, everyone could tell that they were enduring a lot of hardship.

The representatives' gazes shifted from me to the sports field. After all, Her Majesty the Queen was equally revered to them. However, judging from their smirking expressions, it was clear where their attention lay.

Once Her Majesty was seated—though the posture was somewhat ambiguous, it at least appeared relatively formal—two high priestesses stood up. These were High Priestesses Kongkongtian and Kongkongyi. The two sister high priestesses giggled and knelt before me in greeting. I had gone off to explore after their arrival and had been waiting for my return. Because of their high status among women and their exceptional magical skills as high priestesses, they were chosen as the emcees for today.

Kongkongyi had a strong liking for me, while Kongkongtian had become my mistress. The two sisters lived together, so Kongkongyi naturally knew about Kongkongtian's situation.

"We may begin," I nodded to them. Kongkongtian smiled charmingly and turned to face the audience: "Distinguished leaders and guests…" Her

magically amplified sweet voice resounded throughout the sports field, immediately silencing the entire venue.

"Welcome everyone to the graduation ceremony of Her Majesty Queen Jia's third prince, Prince Kui."

"This graduation ceremony will be held primarily in the form of a sports meet, which will last for three days. As a high-ranking noble of the Azure Kingdom, Prince Kui will set up many dangerous events during the sports meet, with an initial estimate of over five thousand female animals to be slaughtered..." A

burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. Five thousand female animals to be slaughtered at a graduation ceremony—this was a grand occasion!

And this was only an initial estimate; according to convention, official estimates were always conservative, with the slaughter number usually exceeding the official figure by a factor of ten. Judging from the enthusiastic atmosphere, it was likely that eight thousand were possible.

"At Prince Kui's invitation, attending this graduation ceremony are Her Majesty the Queen, five hundred high-ranking female officials, ten cardinals from the temple, sixty high priests, representatives from the seven mysterious families, and eight thousand war maidens..."

A series of astonishing names were read out, and waves of applause surged forth. Compared to them, the usually glamorous merchant groups, conglomerates, associations, dance troupes, and noble representatives seemed dimmed.

"As a high-ranking nobleman, contributing to society and eliminating older female livestock is his responsibility and obligation.

His Highness, Prince Kui, possesses formidable male talent; in the thirty-odd days since he came of age, over twenty thousand women have conceived through sperm donation, with over three thousand already pregnant."

Cheers erupted, even my mother's ladies-in-waiting and my female livestock joined in the applause.

Strong men are always the most favored servants of the goddess, and their children are usually exceptionally healthy and outstanding.

Physical strength also signifies a strong desire to eliminate, which is undoubtedly good news for Sky Blue City, where twenty thousand people need to be eliminated and executed daily.

"His Highness Kui executes dozens of female livestock every day, and this grand event will see the execution of over five thousand, with over two hundred personally executed. To ensure the freshness of everyone's meat, His Highness has specially ordered all livestock to be slaughtered and butchered into snacks and fast food, guaranteeing that each female livestock's meat can be prepared and delivered to everyone within an hour. You only need to purchase it at a symbolic price. Around the sports field, there are over five thousand chefs and assistants responsible for washing, butchering, and butchering the livestock's bodies..."

Kongkongyi and Kongkongtian introduced my slaughtering abilities and the thoughtful services of this large-scale sports event, receiving cheers and support from the female livestock present. However, no one noticed that they skipped over the number of female livestock I slaughtered every day.

But no one had the mind to pay attention to that anymore. If their meat could be properly processed instead of simply being sent to be used as feed, then most of the female livestock's concerns were relieved, and many had already begun preparing to register for the competition.

"His Highness Kui is also a powerful figure carefully cultivated by the temple and several mysterious families. He can easily defeat the combined forces of thirty battle maidens and mages."

This is the official statement. In reality, I can defeat the combined forces of fifty high-level battle maidens and high-level mages. However, in the past, those nobles would show off their slight strength, so those I defeated were relatively weak female slaves who could barely be called battle maidens or magic apprentices. Furthermore, there were many restrictions, and I also had to wear various defensive equipment.

Saying it this way makes me seem more modest.

But even so, it's still amazing.

"To support His Highness Kui in holding this graduation ceremony, Sky Blue School will offer three crown princes as sacrifices. Let us thank Sky Blue School for its strong support!"

Hearing that crown princes would be used as sacrifices, instead of S-rank or A-rank female slaves, the audience was even more excited and full of anticipation for this graduation ceremony. After all, crown princes are usually S-rank or all-A-rank female slaves, while S-rank or all-A-rank female slaves are not necessarily crown princes. Their identities are completely different.

I launched into a long list of my glorious achievements, so much so that even I was astonished by my own power—a truly strange feeling.

"Next up is the registered athletes' parade! Please welcome the school contingents!"

A contingent composed of this year's graduates from a school carried their flags as they marched from the track towards the podium. Following them were contingents from various renowned business groups and clubs, then volunteers from the community, and chess players and pieces… "These beautiful young women are just entering puberty; they are the future of the nation. In their next ten years or so, they will dedicate their time and energy to the Blue Sky Kingdom, bearing children for the country…"

The contingents of seven or eight thousand marched past the podium, circling the spacious sports field—a process that took a long time. Kongkongyi and Kongkongtian diligently explained each contingent's achievements.

Aside from occasionally glancing over to see if there were any exceptionally attractive women, I had little interest in watching.

My mother, nestled in my arms, began to fidget. Although I knew I wasn't an honest child—if I were, I wouldn't have pinned her down on my penis.

My hands darted inside the Queen's robes, exploring wantonly. I couldn't tear the robes, so all the other clothes underneath crumbled into pieces and slid out. My mother writhed under my teasing, emitting cute, seductive moans. In this vast place, with hundreds of thousands of people around me making love to me, my mother was both shy and incredibly excited, tightly gripping my penis. Soon, she reached a powerful climax, biting my collar to stifle her lewd sounds.

Looking at my limp mother, her noble robes now a mess, her neatly combed hair and jeweled ornaments disheveled, a picture of devastation, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

"You wicked man, always bullying your mother!" My mother was both ashamed and angry. She couldn't resist this son, and I loved to tease her, always making her act wantonly in front of her subordinates and others.

"Your Majesty, you were so lewd just now. Everyone saw it," I teased her without a care.

The Queen Mother glared at me with shame and indignation, but after I retorted, she immediately became alluring and gentle. With my penis inside her, the Queen Mother's regal authority was completely ineffective; she could only playfully hit me while straightening her wrinkled royal robes. I chuckled and comforted her, occasionally nudging her, and the more she tried to straighten them, the more disheveled they became.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Preparations (Part Four)

One of the upright female officials burst out laughing.

My face darkened. "Who! Step forward."

A female official stood up shakily, knowing she had committed a grave offense by mocking the Queen and would soon be executed. "Yes, it was me."

"Do you know what you've done wrong?"

"Yes, mocking Her Majesty is a capital offense. Please, Your Highness, don't send me to the feed mill. I'm willing to be beheaded and dismembered."

"Good that you know. Take off your clothes. You're no longer a female official; you're just livestock to be slaughtered."

The Queen Mother rustled as she straightened her clothes and pulled me aside. "Forget it, Kui. She didn't do it on purpose. She's been with me for over a year. Let her be lenient."

"Since Your Majesty says so, I will execute you myself."

"Yes, thank you, Your Highness." The female official quickly removed all her clothes and shoes, revealing a pair of full, slightly sagging breasts that were very conspicuous on her slender figure.

"Your breasts are nice, so I'll roast them alive. I'll fuck you to death while they're roasting. As a reward for following Her Majesty the Queen. Once they're roasted, they'll be sent to be dismembered." "

Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness." To be executed by a high-ranking noble was hardly a punishment, and the lady-in-waiting gladly accepted.

Guards brought over a small square table and a small grill pan. The lady-in-waiting lay face down on the table, her feet tied to the table legs, her hands tied behind her back, and her breasts protruding from the tabletop. A guard placed the small grill

pan under her breasts, and hot coals were burning. Two guards brought barbecue sauce and brushed it on her breasts. One guard spread her buttocks wide to expose her vulva, while the other smeared lubricant on her vulva and guided my enormous penis to press against it.

"Ugh—" The lady-in-waiting's buttocks were forcefully spread apart, and her vulva was forced into by the enormous penis. The intense pressure made her struggle unbearably. However, two guards grabbed her shoulders and forced her onto the table, placing her full breasts into the scorching grill. The double pain caused her to writhe violently.

A penis from behind suddenly forced its way into her, forcing her vagina open. The sudden impact stiffened her, making her forget the pain in her breasts, her mouth agape.

The penis pounded into her vagina, deeper and deeper, soon hitting her uterus. The lady-in-waiting groans were unbearable, a mixture of pain and surprised pleasure, but held down by us, her weak struggles offered no relief.

After a while, she was lifted up and brushed with barbecue sauce again. I then thrust my penis deep into her uterus, a trickle of blood flowing from her vagina. Her vagina was already torn, but we ignored it, pressing her back onto the grill to continue roasting her breasts. Breasts are very close to the heart, and such intense heat would severely damage it, but she was about to be executed, and no one cared about her condition.

I thrust a few more times. The female official was in excruciating pain, sweating profusely, but dared not and was powerless to struggle. She could only groan, tears streaming down her face. She no longer had the strength to struggle.

Sensing that she was about to die, I said, "That's enough. I'm going to execute you."

"...Yes," the female official weakly replied, lying on the grill.

My penis tore through her uterus and slammed into her stomach, pounding inside her intestines. The female official let out a painful moan, but could no longer move.

Before long, her breasts were charred on the outside and tender on the inside. I pulled out my penis and inserted it into the mouth of another female official. She swallowed it with difficulty, licking the blood off with her tongue.

The guards turned the female officials over, cut off one breast each, and placed them on a plate. A milky aroma wafted out. The guards sprinkled some seasonings on it and placed several small condiment dishes before bringing it to me.

The executed female official's vulva was now a gaping hole, blood gushing from her chest and the opening below. Excessive blood loss and severe internal organ damage left her on the verge of death. She was quickly carried away by the guards.

I grabbed a piece of roasted breast, dipped it in sauce, and took a bite. Mmm, quite delicious. But there were so many delicious things to eat today; I'd only have a taste of the roasted breast, and the rest I'd share with the guards. They chopped it up and each took a small bite.

The visiting representatives, seeing my forceful yet gentle execution, all wore expressions of rapture, nodding frequently. It seemed they were quite satisfied with me.

Seeing my listless appearance, my mother straightened my clothes: "Alright, stop playing around. We're going to pierce the sacrificial crown prince later. If you're bored, go and comfort her. She'll be stuck on the piercing pole all day. And that crown prince who's going to be beheaded, play with her while she's still alive. Today's your big day; there are many female slaves to be executed. Don't waste your time on us." "

Hmm, while there's still time, I'll go play with them first. Take me to them."

At that moment, a loud 'bang' was heard, followed by the splashing sound of a mixture of water hitting the ground, then another splash, and another.

The audience gasped in amazement.

The human fireworks had begun! Behind the stage, one after another, small, fleshy balls shot into the sky, dozens of meters high, before exploding with a deafening "bang!" into countless fragments. Shattered flesh and blood, along with multicolored enema fluid, scattered everywhere, creating a strangely beautiful spectacle.

"Those are female animals with their limbs cut off!"

"Ah—" Screams and gasps rose and fell.

"So beautiful!"

"So spectacular!"

"Ugh, so scary! I don't want to be a firework. But it's really pretty."

"Mother, is that His Highness's firework? I want to be His Highness's firework too!"

... Scattered flesh and blood continued to fall, making various sounds. From the stage, the power of the explosions was evident—ten times compressed flames, enough to kill a ferocious beast.

After watching for a while, I went to a waiting room below the stage. There, a dozen or so female animals were peering out the window, intently watching the human fireworks rise and explode, turning into countless red and other colored sprays of water and fragments of flesh, marveling at their spectacle.

These female beasts all had their hands tied behind their backs, and their ankles bound with flexible ropes. While this didn't hinder their movement, escape was extremely difficult. They ranged in age from twelve to thirty, some mature, some young, some human, some centaur, some mermaid, some winged, and one with a pair of cute little horns on her head and a short, scaly tail. Another had furry ears and a long cat tail, and was very petite.

"His Highness Kui has arrived!" a guard called out softly. " His Highness

Kui." The female beasts quickly lined up in two rows, greeting him in unison.

"Hmm, lovely female beasts, in a moment, I will personally execute you."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Before that, let me comfort you. Come here." I sat down in a chair and pulled out my penis.

The female beasts immediately understood what I meant and knelt in a circle around me. A mature and beautiful female teacher was the first to crawl to me, lowered her head to kiss my penis, and seductively took it into her mouth.

"Hmm." I stroked her hair, explored her body for a while, and then she withdrew, replaced by a pretty girl.

One after another, the female beasts took turns sucking my penis, and I took the opportunity to explore their bodies, basically holding each one down and fucking them a few times.

I touched the winged woman's white and soft wings; her wings were as sensitive as her vagina. I pinched the little beast girl's ears and tail, and curiously picked her up and fucked her once. She felt exceptionally tender and sensitive, yet very delicate. She climaxed and went limp after only a few thrusts. Moreover, her vagina was short and shallow; even with my shrunken penis, I could easily fuck her to death.

Upon asking, I learned that she was a beastman, living in a relatively remote mountainous area, in a small country with a population of only tens of millions, ruled by fewer than a hundred chieftains. Beastmen's genes are not stable. The males are basically unchanged, all being large and burly men, while the female beastmen are diverse, with features of leopards, cats, and snakes, totaling more than a hundred types. Moreover, the mother's characteristics do not necessarily determine the child's characteristics.

The one I'm about to slaughter is a catwoman, naturally weak, but numerous and highly favored by nobles. It's common for them to be raped to death by men, greatly satisfying male sadistic desires. Therefore, orc women prefer to give birth to catwomen, as this often results in the mother being favored by visiting nobles.

The male birth rate among orcs is even lower than among humans, but they are naturally strong and have high libido; almost everyone is a master, which doesn't hinder the nation's reproduction, but makes expansion difficult. The reason is that orc bodies are relatively incompatible with magic. Besides men, only a few women can use magic with the help of special blood, herbs, etc.

Imagine constantly handling herbs and blood, getting a strange smell, and making yourself look like a monster—how can men feel sexual or craving towards them? Even female orcs with magical talent are reluctant to learn, so the weakness of orc magic is predictable. Without powerful magic, they won't receive the special favor of the goddess Hilna. Or perhaps the goddess Hilna's incitement of lust in men raised on female orcs was simply a way of showing her indifference towards them.

The one with the small horns on her head was also an orc woman; she was a dragon girl, because her horns and tail resembled those of a mysterious and powerful young dragon. The dragon girl and the cat girl were good friends, traveling to a human country with a group of friends. They happened to be there during my graduation ceremony, and both volunteered to be my graduation slaughter animals.

The dragon girl was one of the more resilient orcs; they were naturally strong and flexible. I folded her body backward, almost into a circle, and penetrated her. She only convulsed. An ordinary female animal would have fainted after a few thrusts like that, and if I wasn't careful, she'd be slaughtered for meat.

"Your Highness, besides the half of our friends who were left behind and eaten by nobles on the way, there are still a dozen or so outside, representing various races. Since your lust is so strong, why not take them in as well?" Of all these people, besides the centaurs, she was the most resilient. The dragon girl, limp with satisfaction, couldn't help but advocate for her friends.

"Alright. Go and summon them all, tell them I want them all." I turned and gave the order, setting the limp dragon girl down.

"Your Highness, after I'm beheaded, can I give you my horns as a souvenir?" The dragon girl looked at me expectantly.

"Your heads, and other special items, I'll keep on the display shelf in the room."

The female beasts knelt excitedly, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"Alright, have the guards clean you up."

Compared to those beast women, the crown prince didn't leave as deep an impression on me. However, I hadn't forgotten her deliciousness. I told her that after her beheading, she would be immediately sent to the kitchen, and I would savor her deliciousness.

She was extremely excited, using all her strength to satisfy me, allowing me to ejaculate inside her with great pleasure.

The time spent comforting these female animals was short. The female animal fireworks had just finished, and the procession below had just completed its march.

On the stage in the center of the sports stadium, fifteen dancers from the Violet Dance Troupe were performing a striptease. Their beautiful clothes turned into fragments and scattered across the stage. The fifteen dancers formed various shapes and spun continuously on the stage, their movements synchronized and graceful, occasionally transforming into flowers and patterns that bloomed, passionate and unrestrained. On the steps in the center of the stadium, a singer with a sweet voice was singing. Amplified by magic, the excited and enchanting song resounded throughout the entire stadium.

Chapter Seventy Opening Ceremony

"Your Highness, the sacrificial crown prince is waiting for you in your place. However, she is not very willing..." Seeing me return to the podium, a female official respectfully reported to me.

I couldn't help but feel strange. Why would a crown prince unwillingly be slaughtered appear on the first day of my graduation ceremony? Didn't the school know about this? Walking to the center of the podium, a crown prince was lying on a table, her legs spread wide and firmly fixed to the table, constantly writhing. Her wrists and feet were bound and handcuffed to the table, unable to reach the locks on her own.

This crown prince's figure was no less impressive than Yue's; her full, firm breasts paired with a pitiful, doll-like face were truly captivating. A slender waist, pert hips, plump, smooth thighs, and pink vulva petals glistening with dew—extremely alluring. Physically, she was perfectly suited to be a sacrifice. She was

probably sent here because she didn't have enough credits.

Yue was whipping her palms and soles with a ruler. "To become my brother's sacrifice, even the crown prince would beg for it! You dare resist! You dare resist! I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death…"

Because she was to be a sacrifice, she couldn't have any marks on her body, so Yue dared not use a whip, only striking her palms and soles—areas that hurt deeply but were more flexible and wouldn't leave scars.

The sacrificial crown princess writhed in pain, tears welling in her eyes, but she kept crying out, "No, I don't want to. Please, I don't want to die, I'll give birth, please let me go..." I

walked unhappily to her side, and Yue quickly stopped, "Brother, this sacrifice is disobedient, she..."

I nodded, indicating that I understood.

Generally speaking, crown princesses with such excellent figures and flesh, if they didn't want to be slaughtered and there were other crown princesses to replace them, could live longer, after all, the status of a crown princess was higher than that of ordinary female livestock. Whether other female livestock were truly willing when they were slaughtered, as long as there was no trouble, everyone turned a blind eye. So many female livestock were slaughtered every day, who had the energy to really care? Moreover, the laws of Lanxiu Star favored the nobles, even if it was forced, as long as the female livestock were slaughtered, there was no way to prove it, and everyone would let it go.

But the will of the crown princess was very important. You must know that as crown princesses, they were a special group of people. Having eaten the golden fruit, they also represented the servants of the goddess, and their status was only slightly lower than that of ordinary nobles. Whether they were willing or not would be investigated by many, since the slaughter of the crown prince was strictly registered and managed, requiring prior registration and confirmation before slaughter; otherwise, they could easily be investigated and punished. The most serious consequence was even the cessation of the supply of golden fruit, a severe consequence that would greatly damage the reputation and wealth of the nobility.

However, these were not the main points. I didn't care whether she was willing or not; today was an important day for me, how could I allow her to decide for herself?

"Have you graduated?" I asked.

"I have, all my credits are excellent. It's just that I don't want to have children, I like to travel, I want to do my own thing, that's why the teachers won't let me graduate..."

I was stunned. I hadn't expected her to be an excellent crown prince as well; judging by her ample breasts and hips, she was also a very fertile woman.

However, for a crown prince to harbor the dreams of an ordinary woman was unrealistic; they needed to shoulder more responsibility, and even if they weren't slaughtered, the responsibility of bearing children could not be escaped.

I hesitated for a moment, considering the possibility of keeping her for my own enjoyment. However, with so many representatives and female officials present, if I let her go like this, they would think I was a nobleman with a weak will. Wouldn't that tarnish her image?

I coldly interrupted her: "As the crown prince, bearing children and offering your body are your innate obligations and responsibilities.

Yet you only want to play and have fun. Even if you excel in your studies, you still won't graduate." "I..." The sacrificial crown prince was frightened by my tone, and tears of grievance welled up in her eyes again.

"Your teacher should have told you that as the crown prince, you need to bear more responsibilities than ordinary women. And when the great noble needs you, you should unconditionally give up everything, become a female slave, serve him, bear children for him, and become his food."

"Waaah..." The sacrificial crown prince nodded.

My tone softened, and I reached out to stroke her face, wiping away her tears: "Becoming my offering to the goddess Hilna is the glory of all female slaves, including you, understand?"

"..." The sacrificial crown prince relaxed, and I knew she had wavered.

"Before I pierce you, I'll let you experience the most beautiful pleasure of being a female slave. After I pierce you, your beauty will be displayed to the hundreds of thousands of spectators present. You will receive their blessings, and in your next life, you will have a better life. So you have to be obedient, okay? Otherwise, I'll replace you with another crown prince as a sacrifice."

"Yes..." the sacrifice crown prince agreed softly. I gestured to untie all her restraints and picked her up to sit in my seat. The sacrifice crown prince obediently let me hold her, not daring to struggle at all. In a few words, I decided her fate. All she could do was silently and happily be pierced, or struggle painfully to be slaughtered. She

would even lose the chance to be a sacrifice.

Easily subduing the sacrifice crown prince, the female slaves present all felt a jolt of electricity run through their souls. Such a strong and domineering man had a fatal attraction and sense of conquest for the female slaves. Even a noble group like the crown prince was nothing more than a piece of meat to be slaughtered at any time in front of me. The only difference was whether I wanted to or not.

Comforting the sacrificial princess in my arms, she quickly forgot everything, moaning ecstatically, writhing her hips wantonly, feeling waves of pleasure constantly washing over her. Her juices dripped incessantly into the plate below, a mixture of shame and joy as she whispered that I would savor her wanton nectar.

The songs in the sports stadium were sometimes soaring and high-pitched, sometimes low and melodious, finally like the pain and joy of a female animal's impending end, captivating the audience. The fifteen dancers, sometimes passionate and unrestrained, sometimes poignant and embracing, moved with the music.

The fifteen dancers knelt tightly in a circle around the kneeling singer, dancing and performing their final movements. The sixteen dancers were now naked, their beautiful figures remarkably similar, only their flowing hair cascading down like waterfalls. It was a truly unique and breathtaking sight.

All sixteen simultaneously covered their mouths with their hands in a flower shape, slowly raising their heads. Sixteen sharp spikes, gleaming with a blinding cold light, emerged from the mouths of sixteen women, their bloodstains wiped clean by their own hands. Only the perfectly pierced flesh of sixteen women remained, arranged in a perfect shape. They had actually restrained themselves from being pierced, just to create this perfect pose.

"Beautiful singing, perfect dancing. Fifteen dancers represent His Highness the Prince's successful graduation at fifteen, and the singer is none other than Miss Star Moon, a famous and popular singer throughout the Azure Kingdom. The Violet Dance Troupe truly lives up to its reputation as the most famous dance troupe in the Azure Kingdom; such generous support is truly touching," High Priest Kongkongyi commented.

Kongkongtian added, "Yes, just this one performance alone demonstrates their skill and ability. Fifteen dancers and one singer, not only with similar figures and temperaments, but also able to maintain synchronized dance moves despite the pain of piercings—it's truly remarkable." "

Indeed, their performance can only be described as 'perfect.' To thank them for their efforts, their bodies will be displayed in the center of the venue for an hour to enjoy the enthusiasm of the crowd. Afterwards, they will be sent to the cooking area for full-body barbecue. Once cooked, each of them will cut off a breast for His Highness to taste." "

From today onwards, whenever His Highness wishes to see a song and dance performance, he will have priority to select the Violet Dance Troupe. Let us congratulate them and thank them for their wonderful performance."

A wave of applause resounded throughout the sports stadium; the Violet Dance Troupe was destined to rise from its climax to another peak.

A beautiful young woman, still somewhat childlike, gracefully approached me, lifting her skirt and performing a dancer's bow with elegant poise:

"Violet thanks Your Highness for your kindness. If you wish to see dance in the future, we will send performers to entertain Your Highness at any time."

I nodded: "Yes. There will be opportunities."

Violet kissed my hand and nimbly returned to her seat.

The next part was another round of frenzied dancing. Besides the Violet Dance Troupe, many other dance troupes performed, dancing across the sports field, while several singers took turns performing.

At this time, fifteen executioners were brought forward, followed by fifteen female slaves who consciously found a spot—lying down, prone, or on their sides—on the executioners. The guards adjusted them, fastened the neck gags, and aimed them at the heavy guillotine blades above. As soon as the ropes loosened, the heavy blades would swiftly fall, slicing their beautiful necks open like butter.

Many people noticed them and began to whisper among themselves.

"Hey, stop looking, look over there, it's a decapitation machine."

"Huh, really? So many decapitation machines."

"They're linked. I've seen it once. As long as you turn on the first one, the severed head will fall into the basket. Then turn on the switch below, loosen the rope of the second one, and the second person will be decapitated. Then turn on the third one."

Such coordinated decapitation machines are rarely used; they can sever the heads of many female slaves at once. "There's one, two, three, four..."

"No need to count, it's definitely fifteen machines, representing that His Highness is fifteen years old and has begun to take on the responsibility of slaughtering older female slaves."

The dance gradually subsided, and the number of dancers gradually decreased. Ten minutes later, the last, sparse group of dancers also withdrew.

Kongkongtian: "As you may have noticed, there are fifteen interconnected decapitation machines in front of the platform. Pulling the rope of the first one will decapitate all fifteen female beasts. This signifies that His Highness Kui has officially assumed his duty as a nobleman and a great and strong man to eliminate and slaughter female beasts."

Kongkongyi: "Yes, to witness this important moment, we carefully selected fifteen volunteers from among seven hundred. In terms of age, they range from twelve to thirty; in terms of profession, they range from the air to the sea, from the most ordinary commoners to the most noble crown prince; in terms of race, there are humans, winged people, mermaids, centaurs, and beastmen. All of this is embodied in these fifteen brave and beautiful volunteers." "

Now, please welcome my Highness Kui to pull this rope representing responsibility!"

I slowly walked past the last decapitation machine, gently stroking each beauty's face for a moment, softly bidding them farewell. They returned my smiles, some strong, some joyful.

Taking the rope, I turned to the audience and declared, "Today, I will behead these fifteen beautiful female beasts. In the future, I will behead, pierce, and dismember many more female beasts. Perhaps one of you will be among them, or even yourself." This

domineering and forceful declaration pierced the hearts of countless women. Amidst the screams and cheers of the female beasts, I released my grip.

The sharp, heavy blade fell swiftly, instantly severing the head of the first crown prince. Her body jerked upwards, blood spurting from her crimson neck. The head of the second mature beauty was then severed, the third, the fourth… Fifteen heads fell one after another into the basket below, until the last head fell, the first crown prince's body remaining stiffly raised. Fifteen fountains of blood gushed forth, staining the area three steps ahead crimson.

The atmosphere in the audience grew even more excited, many standing up to cheer and scream.

To behead fifteen different female beasts at once, and with such a powerful effect! This gave all the female slaves a strong sense of identification, among whom were one or two female slaves just like themselves.

Would their fate be the same as hers? Hmm, what an exciting beheading! 12-07 Chapter Seventy-One Opening Ceremony (Part Two)

"Next, let us welcome the exciting moment. As an important ceremony of this grand gathering, a top-quality female slave is needed as a sacrifice, and this time, the sacrifice is still our noble and beautiful Crown Prince. Please welcome the sacrifice Crown Prince."

Amidst enthusiastic cheers, ninety-nine mages escorted the naked sacrifice Crown Prince slowly into the venue, arriving at the piercing table that had been set up beforehand. The ninety-nine mages found their positions according to the special positioning of a magic circle, and erected a piercing rod specially used for sacrifice in the center of the circle.

They would use a magic circle called 'Ritual', which required multiples of thirty-three, sixty-six, and ninety-nine mages to cast the spell together.

The ritual magic circle was used to transmit faith to the goddess Hilna. Over a hundred thousand people used the body of the sacrificial crown princess as a medium, her soul as a vessel to collect faith. Afterwards, she was slaughtered, and her soul, carrying immense faith power, would return to the goddess. If the goddess was pleased, she would bless the city, ensuring a bountiful harvest of golden fruit next time.

It is said that if the faith power contributed by the sacrifice was great enough, it was possible to receive the goddess's immediate blessing on a man. There are many documented instances of this in history.

Piercing the sacrifice was also to ensure her death; however, a sacrifice blessed by the 'ritual' would not die as long as she remained near the place where the ritual was performed. Therefore, to prevent the sacrifice from leaving alive, she was usually pierced first, and the pierced female animal could only be used as meat.

The sacrificial crown princess was bound hand-to-hand and pressed face-down onto the table. Her petite body trembled, whether from the weakness and limpness after several orgasms or from the fear of being pierced.

Tears streamed down her face, but she was a sacrifice who had already accepted her fate. If she wanted to receive final comfort instead of forced piercing, she should refrain from doing anything unpleasant.

"Now, everyone kneel down and pray to the goddess Hilna."

"Now, the cardinal will read the sacred inscription."

All the spectators, including Her Majesty the Queen, knelt, hands clasped to their hearts, eyes closed and silent.

The stadium, with over 100,000 people, fell silent.

"The goddess Hilna, who created Blue Star, is our only goddess, the most perfect goddess. She created mermaids, winged people, and humans..." The long inscription required fifteen minutes to recite, a period for casting spells and piercing.

In a solemn, mature female voice, ninety-nine magicians began to chant the inscription in unison, channeling their magic into their staffs. The staffs channeled the magic through the runes of the magic circle towards a piercing rod erected at the center of the circle, where faint runes gradually appeared.

I walked behind the sacrificial crown princess, supporting her buttocks. She turned to look at me, silently pleading. I silently parted her buttocks, my penis thrusting into her wet vagina, showing her that she had no choice but to become a sacrifice.

My penis touched her soft cervix, and she immediately forgot her predicament, moaning softly, her supple waist twisting incessantly, her slippery juices flowing freely, making gurgling sounds with each thrust—a scene of utter lewdness within the sacred magic circle.

"The ritual has begun. Enjoy your final pleasure. Even an excellent crown princess must accept the fate of becoming a female beast, mustn't she?"

The sacrificial crown princess snapped back to reality, realizing she was receiving her final comfort, her vagina immediately tensing.

"Oh, so good, good girl. Squeeze tighter, or you won't have another chance." I fucked her hard, constantly stimulating her nerves, partly to make myself feel better, and partly to exhaust her strength so she wouldn't be able to struggle when I penetrated her later. "Since you're being so good, I'll try my best to make sure you don't feel any pain when I penetrate you later."

The sacrificial crown princess whimpered, enduring the constant impact of my cock, squeezing tighter and tighter, and soon she reached an orgasm.

I didn't let her off so easily. The more intense the orgasm the sacrificial princess experienced, the better the capacity and effect of her soul. If I could fuck her to the point of unconsciousness and apparent death, the effect of penetrating her would be excellent.

This wasn't difficult for me; I just needed to keep making her orgasm.

While saying stimulating and comforting words, I manipulated and defiled her body. The sacrificial crown princess was in ecstasy under my hands, unable to control herself, but with such a thick cock inside her, she couldn't faint even if she wanted to.

If it were an ordinary female animal, three or four intense orgasms in such a short time would probably cause her to convulse and die on the spot.

However, the Crown Prince's physical endurance is astonishing, so I didn't hold back and used every means at my disposal. The poor sacrificial Crown Prince kept groaning in extreme ecstasy, which was particularly clear amidst the chanting of the sacrificial text. His petite and tender body kept bouncing and tensing, like a fish out of water.

Ten minutes later, the piercing rod was covered with runes, as if they were engraved on the rod itself. I reached out and grabbed the piercing rod, feeling the abrasive texture on it, which would probably make the poor sacrifice even more painful.

I gently pulled out my penis, and the sacrificial Crown Prince stared blankly, drool dripping onto the table, entering a state of suspended animation.

The state of suspended animation is said to be the most wonderful and unforgettable experience a woman can have in her life, experienced by only a very

, very few female slaves. In the words of these female slaves, experiencing it once in a lifetime is worth dying for. The piercing rod easily slid into the swollen, red vagina, immediately penetrating the uterus. It was completely relaxed and open, its sharp tip piercing the uterus and entering the intestines. The sacrificial crown princess only swayed slightly, showing no reaction. Her suspended animation had paralyzed her entire body; even being cut in half at this point wouldn't cause her much pain.

This piercing was exceptionally easy. The sacrificial crown princess's body was petite and short, her internal organs very delicate. Combined with my perfect piercing technique, even the piercing rod, which would increase pain, didn't elicit any response.

After breaking through her uterus, the piercing rod continued forward, taking advantage of her relaxed state to part her internal organs and pierce her stomach. She twitched slightly. The piercing rod firmly entered her body, advancing rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already halfway in. Although covered in many frosty runes, the abundant honey lubrication allowed it to smoothly penetrate her chest.

Lifting the sacrificial crown prince's head, the tip of the piercing rod appeared in her small mouth, extending a meter long.

Only then did the sacrificial crown prince shudder, regaining consciousness. She felt dazed and confused, finding it difficult to breathe. She tried to turn her head, but could only look at me with her eyes, as if asking, "Has it begun?" I smiled and told her, "It's over."

Her eyes widened, unable to believe she had been pierced. She was startled and struggled slightly.

Releasing the restraints on her hands, she groped around until she touched my face, pulling me into her arms and rubbing her full, beautiful breasts against my face.

She had accepted the fact that she had been pierced. How long could a pierced female animal live? Her dreams were gone forever. Now, she could only struggle tragically on the piercing rod, then be roasted and slaughtered. No, she would have to stay on the piercing rod as a sacrifice for another day.

"Good girl, you did very well."

Tears streamed down her face again. In the time she was unconscious, the piercing she feared most had ended, leaving only the blissful climax and the glory and happiness of becoming a sacrifice. Compared to that, losing those unrealistic dreams didn't seem so painful. Unwittingly, she had become the most glorious sacrifice.

"Good girl, the ritual isn't over yet. Let me insert it first." I pinched her bottom and picked her up. She helplessly clung to my arm, refusing to let go.

She cooperated as I inserted the piercing rod into the array's eye. Her two small legs weakly supported her body as she was inserted into the magic circle's eye with my help.

The runes on the piercing rod immediately lit up, shining with a holy golden light. Feeling the gentle power flowing into her body, the sacrificial princess showed a blissful and comfortable expression. Just like that, feeling the power flowing into her body and receiving my final caresses, she tried to adjust her breathing, fully displaying her beautiful parts before me.

Five minutes later, the ritual ended, and the last power collected by the magic circle flowed into her body.

Everyone felt as if the sky had suddenly cleared. It turned out that the sky had darkened sometime earlier, but the soft golden light emanating from the magic circle had masked my unease. Looking again, the sacrificial crown prince's body was a pale gold, incredibly beautiful.

The sacrificial crown prince was now a true sacrifice. Though still alive, she was merely a piece of flesh pierced through a rod.

The sacrificial crown prince was pulled out and held high, displayed as a perfect sacrifice to all.

A soft golden light shimmered on her body, and the spectators, witnessing this miracle, praised the goddess Hilna even more devoutly. Seeing such a beautiful effect, everyone was filled with anticipation for the sacrifice.

Carrying the sacrifice back to the platform, Kongkongyi and Kongkongtian announced the official start of the games. Countless staff and athletes began heading towards the competition area.

Carrying the sacrifice back to the platform, she clung tightly to my arm; I had become her only support. Although her head was tilted back, her eyes fixed straight ahead, it didn't diminish her adoration for me.

The crown prince wearing all the rings was right. To become a sacrifice to His Highness was something countless crown princes would kill for. It was not only the most wonderful experience of a female slave's life, but also the most glorious.

She must love His Highness very, very much. She was so happy. But I wasn't bad either. The sacrificed crown prince thought happily, holding his hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his body.

"Wow, she's so beautiful." The female slaves on the platform saw the sacrifice in my arms and exclaimed their heartfelt praise. She looked happy and comfortable now. Apart from her head and body being unable to move, she showed no signs of discomfort or pain. Her body glowed with a faint golden light, making her appear very noble and holy, making people involuntarily forget the fact that she was pierced.

"I'm so envious."

"I can feel that her body contains a holy and great power. Is this the power that the goddess Hilna needs? She's so beautiful."

"So pretty. Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

The sacrifice waved her hand to indicate that it didn't. She reached out and grabbed Yue's hand, stroking Yue's breasts all the way down to her hand. Everyone understood that she was blessing Yue.

"I knew it, being able to become my brother's sacrifice is a very happy thing," Yue complained, becoming increasingly garrulous. I understood; looking at the sacrifice prince I held in my arms, she was actually envious of this sacrifice.

A fixing rod was handed to me, and I waved it in front of her eyes. Her anus shyly tightened.

"Good girl, swallow it yourself."

The fixing rod pressed against her anus, and she took a few deep breaths, trying to open her anus. Feeling the cool fixing rod enter her intestines, she sometimes tightened and sometimes relaxed. The fixing rod was quickly inserted deep into her intestines and fastened to the piercing rod.

Kongkongyi, Kongkongtian, a cardinal, and many high priests gathered around. They wanted to give the sacrifice further blessings, so I temporarily placed her face down on the table. The sacrifice's limbs were spread wide, and a piercing rod connected her small mouth to her vagina, completely exposing her secrets. Even her anus could not close.

Hundreds of women gazed at the sacrificial crown prince, their expressions a mixture of envy and empathy, it was unclear.

They watched the sacrifice with reverence, the priests taking turns stroking her body, praising her, and smearing her with golden fruit tree sap while chanting incantations and offering blessings.

The sacrifice, her eyes crinkling with joy, basked in the envious, jealous, and blessed gazes of the women. She was perched on a support next to my seat, a step away, allowing me to watch the competition with her.

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Sports Meet (Part One)

Countless athletes quickly filled the entire sports field. Because there were so many female beasts participating, the entire venue was divided into many sections, with over a dozen events running simultaneously. As soon as all the female beasts entered the field, the competition began immediately, instantly transforming the sports field into a vibrant spectacle.

Although participation was free and unrestricted by professional level, all the female beasts, including the spectators, usually had their own favorite events. Even if they weren't professionally skilled, underestimating them was dangerous.

Because the losing female beast was very likely to lose her body and be transformed into flesh on the spot.

It is precisely because of the stimulating rules of the aristocratic games—the stimulating threat of death—that even professional athletes perform at their absolute best, for the slightest lapse could turn them into flesh. Therefore, the records of the aristocratic games are the best of all sports, far surpassing those of ordinary games.

The starting gun fires intermittently, and on the track, nine female beasts sprint desperately; their victory or their fate hinges on the final five meters.

The rules of sprinting are very exciting. Most athletes only wear shoes and bibs to minimize the burden on their bodies. There are three methods of execution in running, which athletes can choose from: dismemberment at the waist, decapitation, and "intestine dismemberment," where the intestines are pulled out of the body to show their length.

Each athlete has a very thin steel cable around their neck. The cable is light but extremely strong, not easily broken by human force, and has little impact on the runner. Under high-speed tension, the thin cable becomes a sharp blade; around the neck, it decapitates; around the waist, it dismembers; and it can also be attached to an anal plug for execution.

This anal plug is a special tool used for both execution and discipline, technically called an anal screwdriver or anal screw cutter, also known as an intestinal-cutting plug. It contains a rotating blade and a dozen barbs. With a strong pull, the blade and barbs pop out, grabbing and severing the intestines, which are then pulled out by the female animal's own strength. It's a very interesting execution tool, often appearing in speed-based competitions, because the female animal is often in a state of high concentration during execution, unaware that her intestines are being pulled out. Therefore, it is very popular among female animals and nobles.

Each rope is 110 meters long, connected to a uniform pulley at the starting point.

There is a locking ball at the 95-meter and 100-meter marks on each rope. When the first athlete reaches the finish line, her locking ball activates, locking everyone's pulleys. If the distance to the first place exceeds five meters, her execution mechanism will kill the female animal. To make the competition more exciting, the nine athletes can choose themselves or draw lots, ensuring that each execution method is performed by three people.

To prevent the female animals from stopping or heading to the finish line to escape execution, if more than six met the standard, only the top three female animals would live; the rest would be sent to a feed mill to be processed into animal feed as punishment.

The 100-meter race proceeded tensely and rapidly. Each time, several female animals would run, their heads or upper bodies falling off, while their bodies or legs continued to run for several meters, even more than ten meters, before collapsing to the ground. Blood would spurt from their severed necks, their headless bodies still healthy and alive. Some would suddenly separate from their lower bodies while running, their upper bodies falling to the ground unaware of what had happened, while their lower bodies, along with their internal organs, would spill out along the way. Or they would reach the finish line only to find their intestines floating in mid-air, collapsing to the ground in pain.

The losers were quickly carried away by wheelbarrows and sent to various decomposition sites for processing.

Before long, the five-meter mark at the finish line was already stained with blood again, the originally dark red track now marked with a bright red section.

In each competition, four or five athletes would end up as meat, to which the audience would always respond with enthusiastic applause and cheers.

"Wow, look! Her body ran more than seven meters!"

"Look at this one, it took so long for them to realize their intestines were gone, and they even rolled around a few times at the end, haha, I'm dying of laughter!"

"This fountain is so persistent! Look at that one, number three, oh dear, they've been carried off. Didn't you want to watch?"

"Look, number nine's body has even run into the stands! Look at those three, their intestines are all over them!"

"Yeah, yeah, if they go to take a shower, there won't be any seats left when they come back."

The victors received cheers, but everyone was more concerned about the fate of the losers, because the athletes who were cut in half or beheaded couldn't control their bodies, resulting in various situations, with blood and internal organs splattered everywhere, keeping the staff busy cleaning up, and the audience laughing heartily. Every now and then, some spectators couldn't sit still and ran to the registration desk to register.

Another section of the track in the "Beheading, Neck Severing, and Intestines 100-Meter Race Area" was the "Hot Log Bridge."

The "Heat-Fire Log Bridge" is a fire pit with burning hot coals and low, sharp spikes underneath. The heatwave is blocked by a magical array and doesn't affect the spectators, but it's scorching hot within the competition area. A long, winding log bridge, about 1.5 meters off the ground, spans the fire pit. The bridge is very narrow, barely wide enough for one foot.

The logs are spaced about a meter apart, and even without the heat and the thrill of death, it takes five minutes to traverse. Staying inside for five or six minutes will cause burns and blisters. To get out quickly, besides walking non-stop, those confident in their balance can jump to adjacent bridges. Of course, jumping on such a narrow surface greatly increases the chance of misstepping.

If you fall off a log bridge, you can't climb back up; you'll slowly become roasted meat. To ensure the meat tastes good, staff in heat-resistant suits will frequently brush it with barbecue sauce. Of course, trying to steal the staff's heat-resistant suits is impossible. The spikes on the ground will render most of the fallen female animals incapable of resisting on the spot. Meanwhile, the staff are all warrior girls who will draw their swords and

disembowel any fallen female animals before throwing them onto the fire to roast. Many more warrior girls are outside ready to provide support. Athletes enter the competition area together, deciding whether to go first, as those who enter cannot come out alive; they will become roasted meat and be carried out by the staff. All athletes are completely naked, with their heads and hair covered by heat-resistant covers to prevent their heads from being burned. Of course, those who are worried about affecting their performance and do not want to wear head covers are not forced. Staff will also help those who fall to the ground put their head covers back on.

Every ten minutes, ten people will join, while athletes from the previous batch who are still waiting will be forcibly pushed off. Attacking or obstructing each other on the balance beam is not restricted; the audience greatly enjoys the athletes' interactions, with constant screams.

The Heat Balance Beam environment is brutal, and winning is extremely difficult, but the number of participants is not small. This is because the winning athlete will receive a generous reward and become relatively wealthy.

Even if they were unfortunately turned into meat, they were spared the fate of being sent to the feed mill. Instead, they were directly turned into roast meat and distributed to the audience, saving the trouble of being sent for other cooking. What satisfied the contestants the most was that even if they lost, they would be roasted whole, rather than dismembered and their pieces unidentifiable. This perfectly satisfied what female animals cared about most.

Therefore, there were more spectators waiting to eat meat around here than elsewhere, and long queues formed. From a distance, most of the contestants were plump female animals, who were most confident in the effect of being roasted whole.

Every now and then, staff would carry out the roasted meat and take it to the stalls next to the stalls. Many chefs would chop up the meat on the spot, and any parts that were not cooked would be sent back to be roasted again. Spectators who wanted to eat roast meat could take a plate of cut meat home to enjoy for a symbolic fee. The trash cans next to the stalls quickly filled with bones of all sizes.

On the far right of the track were the "dodge javelin" and "dodge arrow rain" competitions.

The two competitions were similar, so they were arranged together because their targets were the same.

The ground was marked with parallel horizontal lines, dividing it into nine areas. On one side of each line stood a line of competitors, each armed with a bow and arrow or a javelin. Each competitor shot at both moving and stationary targets within their assigned area, stopping after ten shots and throws to calculate scores.

On the opposite side of the lines were numerous targets designated as female slaves. Shooting far was useless; different body parts were scored differently. For example, a hit to the body or head was worth three points, limbs or buttocks two points, a hit to the breasts or genitals one point, a shot through the genitals one point, and a shot through the hands or feet only one point. A hit to the vulva, anus, or mouth was worth ten points.

All targets were kept parallel to the competitors. Female slaves serving as moving targets could run laterally to avoid the javelin and arrows, but running vertically would result in being captured and used as a stationary target.

The female animals used as fixed targets were all criminals who had committed minor offenses. After being given an enema, they were placed at the back of the shooting range, with their backs to the athletes and restrained on the racks. Their anuses and vaginas were wide open to serve as the bullseye. Hitting a fixed target had the best visual effect because the enemas were made with various colored fruit or vegetable juices, so the score was higher than that of moving targets.

Interestingly, according to Lala's opinion, the fixed targets undergoing extreme enemas weren't plugged in the anus. Hearing the terrifying whooshing sound and the screams and cries of the other female targets, many fixed-target prisoners couldn't hold back the intense abdominal pressure, their colorful "fountains" spraying far and wide, creating a series of beautiful sights. However, their fate wasn't so rosy. After the shooting, the staff would send them, along with the wounded, to the processing area for live decomposition.

If they were lucky enough to survive three rounds of shooting without being hit, they could be put down as moving targets, and after three more rounds, they would be released without charge.

The targets were at least ten meters from the shooting area and at most twenty meters. The closer they were, the lower the target density, while at the farthest point, the targets were almost entirely filled with female prisoners. If one had the strength to shoot that far, almost two out of three shots would hit the target.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" A barrage of arrows and javelins rained down on the female animals, who ran back and forth. Occasionally, an animal would be struck by an arrow and fall, or be pinned to the ground by a javelin, emitting cries of pain. Others, hit in the genitals, would clutch their bleeding wounds and groan as if in pain or orgasm. Some animals deliberately tried to shield themselves from the arrows, but always managed to dodge them; others, desperate for the reward, would desperately try to avoid them, only to be shot down. Regardless of the severity of their injuries, all wounded animals were sent to the processing area to be butchered.

Another round of shooting ended, and a dozen carts entered the shooting area. Of the more than one hundred animals used as targets, nearly half had been injured or killed. Those who remained alive felt a great deal of tension and excitement. They worked with the staff to collect the arrows and javelins, lifting the wounded animals onto the carts. Because each arrow and javelin was marked, there was no worry about making a mistake.

At this moment, the results of the previous round were announced. Some jumped up joyfully to hug their relatives and friends, while others were grabbed by staff, tagged with targets, and pushed into the target area. Many more looked at the others with disappointment or relief. Their scores were average, so they could only participate in other events or be spectators.

To the right of the stage was a long, rectangular field for tug-of-war. The field was the smallest of all the competition areas, but the density of people was the highest. In addition to the athletes and referees, the area was packed with cheering crowds, with both sides shouting themselves hoarse.

On each side of the thick rope, there were twenty athletes, whose team members were chosen by drawing lots. Both sides pulled the rope with all their might, not giving an inch.

In a competition like this, without standardized data, it was impossible to keep records, and luck usually played a bigger role. Therefore, the rule was that both sides would choose their team members by drawing lots. As a result, the competition was extremely tense.

Chapter Seventy-Three: The Sports Meet (Part Two)

In the middle of the long rope, three fixed piercing poles were aimed at the athletes' chests, abdomens, and genitals. Between each pole was a row of thick, heavy blades, buried in the ground, impossible to move. Whether the athlete was half-squatting or standing, a blade would always slice across her from her genitals to her abdomen.

All athletes had their hands tied to the rope. Wooden railings were placed on either side of the piercing poles to ensure each athlete passed through them.

Both sides struggled desperately, but the athletes on the opposite side were still being dragged little by little towards the piercing poles and blades. The athletes in front screamed, their feet carving shallow tracks in the grass.

"Go! Go!"

"Push harder, give it your all, the first one is about to be pierced. Keep going!"

The screams and cheers rang out, attracting many eyes.

Finally, the first athlete was dragged to the tip of the piercing pole. She leaned back, almost collapsing onto the teammate behind her, but her hands were bound to the rope, and she was trapped within the barrier's perimeter, with no way to escape. A sudden, powerful thrust from the opposite side pierced her body, halfway through.

Three piercing poles simultaneously plunged into her body; the force dissipated, and she was dragged forward, the poles piercing her through. The blades below cut open her genitals, quickly staining them red.

The teammate desperately pulled the rope, but with one less person, their efforts could only prolong death.

"Hey!" A coordinated pull, and the second athlete was also pierced.

Then came the third, the fourth. The friction of the body stuck on the poles was clearly insufficient to counteract the combined force from the opposite side; one athlete after another screamed as they were pierced, the speed increasing rapidly.

When half the athletes were pierced together, the remaining ones collapsed, crying and trying to escape, but were involuntarily pulled towards the piercing poles.

Bright red blood and bits of flesh splattered across the ground beneath the piercing rod.

Finally, the last opponent was also pierced by the rod, while the dozen or so competitors before them had their lower bodies ripped open by blades, their internal organs hanging down.

The referee announced the end of the competition; the winners screamed and embraced each other, while the other side was dragged away along with their piercing rods by three trolleys joined together. Staff brought three new piercing rods and set them up in the middle.

On the other side of the stage was the long gallows for the "Aerial Dance Competition." There were many spectators, but the competition wasn't very intense; aside from occasional applause, there was only whispering chatter.

Aerial dance was a highly entertaining competition, especially when ten female animals were hung on the gallows in a row—the dance was truly spectacular.

Since it was a dance, it wasn't just about how long the female animals could hold their positions on the ropes. In reality, trained female animals could often hold their positions for fifteen minutes on thick ropes and seven or eight minutes on thin ropes. Therefore, the beauty of the dance, the elegance of the movements, and the variety of techniques were the keys to victory.

Each competition had a ten-minute time limit, using a slightly breathable, thick rope. Suddenly, the footboards beneath the twenty female animals were pulled down, leaving them suspended in mid-air.

They immediately began to struggle desperately. With their hands bound behind their backs, they could only try to move their legs. But soon, some ran out of air, their movements becoming chaotic. Some stomped their legs wildly upwards, some kicked erratically like windmills, and some swayed and twisted their waists.

After five minutes, four or five of the female animals turned bright red, their struggles weakening. After six minutes, half of the female animals were bright red, and four or five had turned purplish-red. After seven minutes, some of the female animals could no longer hold their urine, which began to drip.

After nine minutes, most of the female animals stopped moving; only four were still struggling. They too were on the verge of death, but victory was within reach. Despite their flushed faces, they held onto their last breath.

Ten minutes were up, and two female animals were caught by the staff, the rope loosened. Two women were declared by the judges as follows: "You performed passively from the beginning, only completing less than ten movements. You are unqualified and are hereby sentenced to death by disembowelment."

Although they could still hold on for a while, upon hearing this result, both women urinated. The staff still used knives to stab their stomachs, making a large incision, skillfully reaching in to pull out their intestines, and then cutting off their internal organs piece by piece, placing them on an assistant's plate.

Halfway through, both women died, and their bodies were lowered and placed on a trolley.

The aerial dance competition was very entertaining and highly entertaining. The winning women happily accepted congratulations and received many invitations to perform aerial dances at their homes.

Besides these regular events, there were many other interesting competitions. Because the men's sports were for slaughter, events like high jump and long jump were not included, but many unconventional events were held.

For example, the very interesting "human ball blowing" competition tested the lung capacity of the person blowing and the endurance of the women being slaughtered.

The balls used in the "human ball" game are also female animals who have committed crimes, cleaned with enemas and used as props in the competition. The winner is the one whose body is first blown apart by the air.

It's well known that using air for enemas is extremely painful, while using water or other liquids only causes pain when the body reaches its limit, which is generally unbearable for most female animals. However, since the props were criminals, no one felt guilty.

Because little space was needed, the twenty contestants in four rows simultaneously blew air into the tube, which was connected to the female animal's anus to prevent leaks. Amidst the cheers of the audience, the human-shaped spheres' bellies gradually swelled, and the painful screams and struggles only excited the audience more.

The contestants all had large lung capacities; with each gust of air blown in, the human-shaped spheres' bellies gradually expanded. Soon, many of the spheres' bellies became very large, and they screamed in agony, using their internal organs to fight against their powerful lung capacity. The pain almost stopped them from crying, leaving only painful head-shaking.

Despite the extreme pain, many of the spheres' eyes rolled back, but the human body has a strong tolerance. Most contestants struggled to blow air, but a stream of air would rush back into their noses, forcing them to give up. However, several people screamed as their bellies ripped open, their intestines, filled with air, scrambling to spill out. Others stopped moving as the air blew, rupturing their internal organs and causing them to bleed to death quickly.

Milor's family consisted of five people; her four daughters were all adults, of childbearing and slaughtering age. Led by the voluptuous Milor, her four slightly flat-chested but petite daughters were fortunate enough to participate in the games.

"Mother, what event would you like to participate in? These events all seem fun," the youngest daughter, Miki, asked, looking around, seemingly interested in every game.

"No, no, my dear daughter, a woman's life is only once. If you lose, there won't be any more games to play,"

Milor said with a smile, shaking her head.

"Mother has such a great figure, let's go play on the balance beam. If it's fully roasted, it'll look beautiful, and we won't have to send it to be butchered."

"Hmm, that's a good idea. Mother has been thinking about it for a long time, but let's look at other things first. Daughters, what activities do you like?"

"I like them all, but I'm only fifteen. My strength can't compare to those adults. If I go, I'll just be slaughtered."

"Exactly! How about we go to the talent show area? That's where high achievers compete. It's not about physical strength."

"Ah, look!"

"What? What are you looking at?"

"Just now, a centaur rider in the horse riding area didn't jump over the fire pit and fell in with his horse."

"Really? That's great! We'll get some centaur meat. Let's go line up."

"No, it'll take more than two hours for it to be roasted. Let's see if the vendors sell it later." "

I want to go to the swimming pool to watch the mermaid competition. I'll buy some grilled fish while I'm at it."

"Sigh, so inconsistent. Fine, everyone go play your own games then. Anyone still alive at noon, meet under the big tree outside the cafeteria," Milor said helplessly.

"Yay!"

After her daughters left, Milor grinned mischievously, "Hehe, finally I can go play by myself."

Miki ran to the gymnastics hall. Before coming, she had seen the renovations to the gymnastics hall; it had thrilling "flying trapeze" equipment. Although her physical education classes weren't great, flying trapeze didn't require much. The

gymnastics hall was bustling with people. The shorter Miki could only see the high ceiling, where a dozen or so staff members were on a frame, and two parallel horizontal swings were swaying back and forth.

A woman swung back and forth on the horizontal swing a few times, mustered her courage, and let go, but only managed to grab one hand. Amid everyone's screams, the woman fell. Her screams grew fainter and fainter, then stopped abruptly.

Miki squeezed her way in and saw a long slide beneath the horizontal bar, its destination unknown, with a soft mat above it. If she grabbed the second horizontal bar in mid-air, she could jump to the top of the slide and land safely.

But if she fell into the slide, she would slide into another world outside the gymnasium.

Outside the gymnasium was the school's butchering area, where workers would ruthlessly grab the animals that slid down and carry them to the slaughtering tables to be butchered.

Miki watched the aerial acrobats for a while, her heart pounding. She worried that if she watched any longer, she would be tempted to join in the game. She quickly ran to the stairs above the slide to watch the slaughtering outside.

Through the window, she saw a large processing area outside the slide. On several long slaughtering tables, chefs dragged over carcasses of meat, chopped them a few times, shoved some into large vats beside them, and then dragged out another piece. They worked enthusiastically and methodically, chatting and laughing as they worked, appearing very skilled.

Beside several large pots, two workers stood on low ladders, pouring chopped meat into large buckets, while a chef stirred the pots with a long ladle. Nearby, over a dozen pierced female animals were lined up at the roasting pits, being turned over and basted with sauce by a dozen chefs. Even just watching it made one's mouth water. Miki Ling could almost smell the aroma through the window.

Then, another female animal tumbled out of the chute and landed in a net bag in front of it. The waiting workers immediately pulled the pulley, hoisting her up, and she was sent to the cleaning area by a cable. There, the workers skillfully tied her up, pulled her out of the net bag, and began applying various cleaning tools to her. In no time, the struggling animal was reduced to a piece of meat that could only twitch slightly.

Watching the writhing, struggling animal, those watching cheered for the freshness of the food. Michelle felt a series of contractions in her vagina, as if struck by lightning. She seemed to understand that she would regret not participating in this game, even if it meant turning her into flesh.

Michelle hesitated, her heart pounding with nervousness. Her thought was too dangerous, especially in her dazed state. No, no, there were still so many games she hadn't seen. Her mother and sisters were waiting for her.

"Little sister, it's your turn." A beautiful battle maiden waved her hand in front of her eyes. "You don't seem ready. Are you an adult?"

"..." Michelle snapped back to reality and found herself standing on a high platform, the horizontal swing in front of her, and the dangerous slide right in front of her. Michelle's heart pounded even harder.

"Little sister, you can't play this if you're not an adult. Go down," the battle maiden gently advised.

Chapter 74 Sports Meet (Part 3)

"No, I've already graduated. I'm here for the graduation ceremony." Miki Ling felt slighted when the elegant War Maiden sister doubted her, and a surge of anger welled up inside her. She puffed out her newly developed chest and told a small lie. Actually, she was only eleven years old and wouldn't graduate until next year. "Give it to me. I was a member of the school gymnastics team before I graduated."

"Hmm, alright, but can I check you out first? Just now, my master's butler said he wanted to make a 'young animal' vaginal canal for His Highness the Prince, and I think you'd be quite suitable." The War Maiden sister lifted Miki Ling's skirt, raised one of her legs, and before she could react, her fingers had already slipped into her vagina.

"Ugh..." The beautiful War Maiden sister inspecting her vaginal canal, the Prince choosing a vaginal canal—this realization made Miki Ling tremble.

"Hmm, that's great, so much water, and so sensitive. Your vagina must be at least an A cup. Wait a minute, let me stamp it for you." The War Maiden took a small stamp and imprinted it on the inside of her thigh. "Alright, cute little succulent, keep it up."

A dazed Miki grabbed the horizontal swing and jumped off. The

swaying horizontal swing opposite her was sometimes clear, sometimes blurry. Miki seemed to remember something, and with a quick release, she grabbed the opposite horizontal swing, but then suddenly let go.

"Oh no, I'm going to turn into flesh." A multitude of thoughts flashed through Miki's mind.

On the diving platform, the War Maiden sister excitedly covered her mouth, "Great! She must be willing to offer her vagina too. Look, she's clearly holding onto the swing. Thank you, lovely little sister, I also have a chance to have my vagina sucked by His Highness." Miki fell into the slide, bounced up by the soft surface, and after passing through a dark section, she felt herself stop, but was immediately wrapped up and hoisted into a bag. She saw herself sliding towards the cleaning area.

"Goodbye Mother, goodbye, dear sisters. That War Maiden sister has such a sharp eye. She immediately saw my proudest spot." Miki was lost in thought, helplessly being manipulated by the staff.

"This little sister is so tender, just starting to develop, isn't she too small?"

"Who knows. Give her an enema." Someone spread Miki's buttocks apart, and an enema gun was inserted into her body. She groaned softly.

"Hey, there's a stamp here, quickly tell their people to register it." "

Hmm, Qiu Sanqi recommended a piece of vaginal ribs. Let me check."

Mi Qiling felt a finger hook into her most sensitive spot. She tightened her vagina, and the finger squeezed.

"Not bad, the nectar is light, dripping with the slightest stimulation, high secretion, high sensitivity, A-grade vaginal ribs.

After cleaning, send it directly to His Highness's private kitchen for processing. Qiu Sanqi has recommended three pieces of vaginal ribs, good results. Tonight, it should be her turn to serve His Highness." Mi Qiling heard the older sister mutter to herself.

But she didn't have much mind to think about anything else. After several enemas, she was already exhausted and covered in sweat. Knowing that her vaginal ribs had been selected, the older sisters were much gentler with her. Instead of being dragged directly to the slaughter table and gutted like livestock, they sent two older sisters to give her a full-body massage with a kind of fragrant oil.

Two beautiful older women gently told her that her skin needed to be softened so that her flesh would taste better. This fragrant oil was extracted from the semen of wealthy upper-class women, very precious, and perfect for her. His Highness would surely love her flesh. Miki Ling happily enjoyed the scent of the fragrant oil and the teasing massage that made her weak all over.

Miki Ling became drowsy, feeling completely relaxed. In her half-awake state, she felt many hands caressing her body. The massage aroused her, and she writhed, emitting moans that even she found embarrassing. How many orgasms had she had? Three, or five?

She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt herself being bent into a ball, head and legs intertwined. Miki Ling, not speaking to the gymnasts, was easily bent over. In her hazy state, she heard satisfied praise, then a sharp pain in her vagina. She opened her dazed eyes, becoming somewhat awake, and found a tender vulva being presented to her.

"Little beast, look, your genitals have been cut off. Look at yourself, top-quality genitals."

Another beautiful woman placed a piece of meat on a tray in front of her.

"Your Highness... will you like... mine...?" Miki asked, forcing herself to stay awake. Only then did she feel the pain in her genitals, yet also a numb emptiness.

"Yes, your genitals are wonderful."

"Thank you." Miki smiled contentedly.

"Your genitals have been chosen, so your family will be rewarded. Tell me about your family and address."

"My mother's name is Milor, we live in..." Miki said, feeling the strange sensation of someone reaching into her stomach and pulling out her internal organs. "Ah, so good. Such a strange feeling. Remember to tell my mother and sisters that my genitals were chosen by His Highness."

After recounting her family information, Miki focused on the feeling of being slaughtered. Despite the pain, she bravely did not struggle.

Miki's sister, Miral, arrived at the cultural center. After some simple renovations, many seats had been added, filling the once spacious first-floor lobby to capacity. On a makeshift stage, two groups were fiercely competing to answer questions.

Each group was restrained on various dangerous instruments of torture, one on each side. Every time the host asked a question, both sides scrambled to answer. The competition was intense, and the audience watched with equal excitement, frequently erupting in enthusiastic applause.

"Please tell me, what percentage of the continent did the territory of the Azure Kingdom occupy during the reign of its 300th queen?" "

I know. At that time, the territory expanded, defeating a large orc tribe, reaching one-third of the entire continent." A girl with her hands bound behind her back and a noose around her neck stood on a movable platform.

"Please give an exact number. The margin of error must be within 0.5 percent."

"Uh… it should be thirty-seven percent." The girl hesitated.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I think it's 37.7%..."

"Congratulations, your answer is...wrong." The staff member kicked, and the platform under her feet fell off. The poor girl screamed and then started dancing in mid-air.

"The correct answer is 37.1%. What a pity, remember that, lovely girl." The host said with a smile. The

female slaves opposite breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next, a story. Did the goddess Hilna create the orcs first, or the magical beasts?"

Both sides were stunned.

'Magical beasts, magical beasts.' Miral thought to herself.

"Both sides have exceeded the time limit. In that case, I'll draw lots." The host took a piece of paper from a small bucket. "Number sixteen, you answer."

A female slave lying on the guillotine almost jumped up. A staff member walked up to her with an axe. She quickly answered, "Yes, it's orcs." "

That's...wrong. It should be magical beasts." The host said regretfully.

'Snap.'

The axe swung down heavily, and the female animal's head fell into the basket below. Her body jerked back up, blood spurting more than a foot high from her severed neck. A spectacular beheading performance drew enthusiastic applause from the audience. Another female animal was brought to the guillotine to replace the one who had been beheaded.

"Next, another story. Demon Lord Kracimir, Dayet is one of the most powerful demon lords. Which warrior beheaded him?"

"I know, it was Duke Mildara."

"Correct answer. Please draw lots."

The people on the other side immediately tensed, watching her pull a slip of paper from the jar.

"Number seven."

"No!" one of the female animals screamed. One staff member held her down firmly, while another grabbed the piercing rod behind her and resolutely plunged it in. Soon, her mouth was permanently sealed shut by the protruding tip.

"Another female animal who never got a chance to speak, isn't she?" The host shrugged.

Soon, the female animal was pierced, wriggling alive on the piercing rod, and enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

Miral covered her mouth; she recognized the pierced animal—her class monitor, the top student in her class. It seemed she hadn't even had a chance to guess the questions before being pierced.

"Poor monitor, she'd wanted to be pierced for a long time, but to be turned into meat so inexplicably, she must be resentful." Miral couldn't help but sign up herself. After hearing so many questions, she felt they were far too easy. The monitor's fate—becoming meat without any chance of survival—deeply aroused her.

'I will avenge the monitor,' Miral told herself. As for whom she would avenge her, she hadn't even considered it.

The queue was too long, so she listened to the competition while slowly inching forward.

After waiting for a long time, Miral idly recited the answers, surprised to find that she had gotten most of them right.

Her performance was still quite good. Miral thought to herself with satisfaction.

"You, what's your name, and how do you want to be executed?"

"My name is Miral, I want to join the Yellow Team, and I want to be dismembered."

"Dismemberment will be done in the cooking area. Here, only dismemberment is allowed. This is your number. There are ten more people before it's your turn."

Miral moved slowly forward with the queue, and the further she went, the more nervous she became. Her team was moving too fast, the Red Team was unstoppable, and the Yellow Team members were being executed one after another. She had even guessed three questions wrong in a row, making her heart pound and her forehead sweat profusely.

Finally, she was led to a slaughter table. The staff made her sit on the table, her feet tied to the table legs. With just a press on her body, they could make her lie on her back and be dismembered. Her slaughter table was number three. A female animal had just been gutted, all its internal organs removed and divided into two portions.

"Wrong answer!"

A sharp crack startled Miral. Another female animal beside her was cut in half at the waist, screaming in agony as a staff member placed her in a large bucket, picking up a piece of intestine that had fallen to the ground, getting her hands covered in blood. Another female animal quickly lay down beside her.

Miral was covered in sweat; she had only realized how dangerous this place was when she stepped onto this stage.

However, Miral was a girl who became calmer under pressure. She listened carefully to the question, seemingly entering a state of complete absorption.

"I know! It's the Carla Mountains!" Miral answered quickly.

"Correct answer." A staff member held up a jar full of slips of paper for Miral to draw.

"Number nine!"

"Ah!" The staff member opposite her grabbed the head of the female animal tied to the chair, easily twisting it. A soft crack of bone was heard, and the female animal immediately stopped moving.

"I know, it's Prince Ralph, the 400th Queen!" Miral answered again.

Another female beast was twisted in the waist by two war maidens like wringing out clothes, her internal organs and blood gushing out from the ruptured waist.

"I know, it's..."

Miral answered three questions in a row, and another female beast had her sternum cleaved open, her fresh heart being ripped out by the staff, still beating fiercely.

With Miral as a fresh addition, the Yellow Team's morale soared, while the Red Team made mistakes in the chaos, answering two questions incorrectly in a row, and someone was hanged or cleaved in two.

'Phew, just one more question and I'll win.' Miral had survived nine rounds in a row, and just when she was about to be defeated, she lost focus for a moment.

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