[Urban] The Legend of Lan Xiuxing - Episode 19-21 (Completed)

Chapter 75 Sports Meet (Part 4)

"Correct! Please draw lots... Number three!"

A sigh of regret rippled through the audience. Before Miral could understand what was happening, she felt herself being slammed onto a table.

"Huh! What's going on..." A sharp dagger plunged into her lower abdomen and was quickly pulled open. Miral felt a chill; she had been disemboweled!

"Ugh, wait a minute..." A cold draft rushed into her stomach, and Miral finally realized what was happening, shivering. Two hands reached into her abdomen, and a cold knife sliced through her internal organs. Miral tried to struggle, but her hands and feet were held down.

The staff worked quickly; her internal organs, along with her uterus, ovaries, vagina, and bladder, were removed and placed in a small bucket before being carried away.

Suddenly, Miral's hands and feet were released. She jumped off the butcher's table and reached for her entrails, trying to stuff them back into her stomach. But a wave of dizziness made her weak, and she was caught by a beautiful war maiden. She was lifted up and carried downstairs.

"Little sister, you're meat now. Don't run around anymore." The war maiden smiled and followed the person carrying her entrails.

"She...she took my entrails away! Wait, it hurts!" Miral cried, like a child whose beloved toy had been taken away.

"Hmm, little sister, don't cry. You have to be a good piece of meat, okay? Just a little longer, it'll be over soon." The war maiden comforted her, leading her away from the arena.

Miral's novelty drew loud applause and cheers from the audience, who were full of praise for the staff's skills.

"The legendary slaughtered female animals probably don't even know they're being slaughtered, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's amazing."

"That battle maiden was so fast."

"What a pity, number three was pretty good, she executed five of the other side."

"That's normal, so many female animals that went up there didn't even make a sound before they turned into meat."

It was almost noon, and the morning's competition had left the audience and contestants a bit tired. The staff had also processed nearly a thousand female animals and were exhausted. The competition would be suspended for two hours at noon, and they all left to go to the canteen for lunch.

On the platform, plates of exquisitely prepared delicacies were being served in a continuous stream. These were the most prized parts of the countless slaughtered female animals. The most common items were breasts and genitals, along with thigh pieces, brains, buttocks, ribs, hands, and feet. Of course, there were also many beautifully prepared fruits and rice balls. Each dish was arranged in various exquisite patterns, making it very tempting. The

female officials and representatives were enjoying the competition while elegantly serving themselves these delicacies. Even the Empress couldn't resist having her lady-in-waiting fetch some fruit platter and slices of pork loin to savor slowly.

Yue found a plate of tender, medium-rare ribs and presented it to me like a treasure. I had been stroking the offering with one hand, making her jealous. But there was no point in arguing with the meat; to attract my attention, I needed delicious food.

Just like the first sentence of the meat cooking class said, to gain the favor of the nobility, excellent meat cooking skills were key.

"Brother, look at this, honey-glazed tender ribs. The contributor is a twelve-year-old meat animal named Mi Qiling, try it." Yue looked at the label, took a piece, and gently put it into my mouth.

"Mmm, delicious, tender but not greasy, fragrant and refreshing, melts in your mouth." I praised Yue's taste with satisfaction.

Yue's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with joy as she picked up a piece with her small mouth and kissed me as she put it into my mouth. Her slippery vulva greedily swallowed my penis.

The representatives looked at Yue with envy; this crown prince, wearing a full set of rings, was truly favored by His Highness. In just one morning, I had already fucked her three times, her juices spilling all over the floor, but she was soon back to her lively self, looking for someone to play with. Every now and then, she'd bring over a mermaid or a female animal to be slaughtered on the spot, the most exquisite and delicious parts prepared for the prince.

Her Majesty the Queen was also an object of both envy and pity. Conquered by the strong prince, she had completely collapsed into her chair, all her queenly dignity gone. Her royal robes were stained with various kinds of lewd fluids; if it weren't for the prince's restraint, they would have been torn to shreds long ago. Now, they were just crumpled pieces, serving as her only means of modesty, barely shielding her from the piercing gazes.

Her Majesty the Queen was utterly exhausted and quickly ate to replenish her strength. Although this was the result of her valiant resistance, whether her resistance was effective or counterproductive was a matter of much debate among the representatives and ladies-in-waiting.

That said, the prince's libido was truly extraordinary, and his sexual prowess far exceeded the realm of 'strong'. That cock, both loved and feared, was more powerful than the Queen's scepter, capable of bringing women to life or to death at will.

Besides the Queen and the Moon, many female officials and representatives from various families received the Prince's favor. Occasionally, some were injured or even killed by the Prince in the heat of the moment, and quite a few were strangled to death, their bodies immediately disposed of after his release. Such energy and sexual prowess were both alluring and terrifying, yet most women were still eager to try, those chosen by the Prince being extremely excited and allowing him to manipulate them at will.

Even when faced with a reserved or resistant woman, the powerful Prince could easily crush her resistance, even killing her on the spot at his whim, without considering her status or background. A war princess from a certain conglomerate tried to resist, but was pinned down like a delicate chick, and soon died.

Although these women were of high status, even nobles had to obey their wishes. But faced with such a fearsome yet alluring nobleman, not a single woman dared to question him. Instead, they watched with envy as other women were slaughtered. The sense of conquest was intoxicating, making them yearn to take his place.

According to reports from his servants, in just one morning, His Highness had impregnated over a thousand women. Facing such a powerful nobleman, he naturally possessed immense privileges, able to disregard the wishes of most women in the Azure Kingdom.

Outside the Azure School cafeteria building, countless women lined up to enter. Today's meals were not only incredibly cheap, almost symbolic, but also prepared by numerous professional chefs, making every dish delicious. Even though each floor could accommodate over eight hundred people, the three-story cafeteria was nearly bursting at the seams. Many couldn't wait and simply ate outside.

Others chatted while waiting for their families; almost everyone present came as a family, and in games, one or two women would inevitably become victims, just like Milor's family. As they chatted, their daughters arrived one after another. The third daughter, after waiting a while, went to the canteen to see what dishes were available.

They were talking about what they had played earlier, and how a certain female animal had been turned into meat for some reason, though they didn't know why. Just as they were getting into their conversation, a noble battle maiden approached them.

"Mikiling was chosen to be slaughtered?" Milor and her two daughters looked at the battle maiden who had come to deliver the money in surprise. Being slaughtered was normal; after waiting so long, they had guessed someone had been killed, but it was strange that someone had specifically sent someone to inform them.

"Yes, your daughter has a piece of excellent pork ribs, which has been served on the table at the head table. This is a reward for your daughter; please sign for it." A noble battle maiden gently handed over a document. Despite her politeness, Milor and her family could feel the difference in status between them, and they bowed respectfully.

"How wonderful! I've been wandering around for ages and still haven't decided what to do, and now Mikiling is on the table at the head table!"

Milor signed for the document and accepted a large bag of reward money. After the Valkyrie left, Milor's family waited for a long time. "It seems Milor won't be coming back either. Let's go eat. There are still so many things to do this afternoon."

"Yeah, it's so late, Miral should be all meat by now. Oh well, we probably won't have many left tonight. Go play your own games."

"Hehe, I never thought our youngest daughter would be the most promising one in the family. Mother is going to challenge the log bridge this afternoon, do you want to come and watch?"

"Mother, the log bridge is dangerous. Even if you win a few pieces of meat, going on the log bridge will only make you lose all your own meat."

Miral said nonchalantly, "What does it matter? Mother is already twenty-eight, and I wasn't planning to go back anyway. I'm taking this opportunity to see how many challenges I can take."

"Oh, no wonder Mother has been doing enemas and controlling her diet these past few days, so you planned this all along." The eldest daughter teased.

"And you're talking about me, aren't you secretly doing enemas too? Did you think Mother didn't know?" Miral slapped her eldest daughter's bottom.

"Ouch, Mother, you ambushed me." Mother and daughter started playfully fighting.

After a playful tussle, Milor hugged her two daughters: "You're not planning to have children? And what about your travel plans?"

"We'll see."

"I'm so sorry, daughters, for telling you so late."

"It's alright, even female animals have to go through this, right? Being able to choose what you like is better than being dismembered in a factory. On the contrary, you two still have many years to play, and you can still have a few more children. Don't you think it's a pity to end it like this?" Milor said indifferently.

"No, this sports meet is so big, it would be a shame not to participate."

"Exactly, happiness is more important than living long." The second daughter quoted a famous saying.

"Alright, you're all grown up now. Mother plans to have enough fun and doesn't want to go back. Decide your own lives."

The third daughter ran back after wandering around: "Why are you still waiting here? The meat porridge tastes so good today. If we don't go to line up now, we'll miss the games this afternoon."

"Oh, okay, let's go." The family quickly ran to the cafeteria.

Similar scenes unfolded all around, with many female slaves seeing this sports meet as their destiny, feeling that nothing could be better than offering their bodies at such a grand gathering.

In the afternoon, the competitions and games resumed, and the spectators, having rested, participated even more enthusiastically in the dangerous and exciting activities.

Meanwhile, the chess game on another large playground was equally captivating. I and several female companions watched the thrilling battle from the stands.

The red player was drenched in sweat; her guards went to capture a charging knight, but after a fierce fight, all five guards were instead felled by the opponent's four knights. After replenishing her forces, the opposing knights attempted to capture her queen to end the battle, but were instead decisively defeated and killed by her own queen. However, her pieces were now scattered and broken.

This wasn't because her chess skills were inferior to her opponent's, but rather because she had bad luck; the female slaves randomly assigned to her were all rather unreliable, being repeatedly killed by the opponent. Thinking of the cold, piercing rod under her chair, the female chess player shuddered. As her game worsened, it had already burrowed into her own vagina, and she had no doubt that if it advanced even a little further, she would be pierced and turned into flesh.

"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter." Yue laughed and fell into my arms.

Since the afternoon, Yue had dragged me here to watch the chess game. She paid special attention to the red side, and she was overjoyed whenever she saw a red piece being captured. This left me completely confused.

"What are you laughing at?" I grabbed Yue and gave her a few smacks on the butt. "If you don't tell me, I'm leaving."

"Hey, no, I'll tell you. The red player is Sister Celine." Yue wriggled around on my lap coquettishly. This energetic girl was always so mischievous.

Chapter Seventy-Six Sports Meet (5)

Both chess players were confined to their chairs, surrounded by a crowd, so I didn't know who was playing chess.

I just felt a little sorry for the red side's repeated defeats. Her chess warriors were really too weak; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe them as just there to make up the numbers.

Look at those delicate, effeminate women, they can't even hold a sword properly. Their slashing and parrying rely solely on wrist strength; a single clash leaves their wrists numb with pain, and they cry out, dropping their weapons and collapsing to the ground, letting their opponents plunge sharp blades into their tender bodies.

It's truly hard to imagine how such women could be interested in signing up to be chess warriors. One or two such warriors would be fine, but with nearly half of the red team's pieces being like this, the outcome is predictable.

Seeing that they were losing more often than not, the yellow team's chess warriors suddenly became incredibly aggressive, charging and fighting fiercely. Even when attacked, their morale remained high, growing stronger with each battle. The red team's situation suddenly became precarious, and even their players lost their composure. Towards the end, they simply sent their pieces scrambling to dodge the opponent's attacks.

But the chessboard is only so big; where could they run? You see, at the start of a game, they either leave with a complete victory or are wounded or killed in battle, even on the winning side.

"Why did she go play chess?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

"Hehe, I was just joking with Sister Celine." Yue made a sly face at me. "Sister Celine has been a bit restless lately. I was just fulfilling her wish. Otherwise, she might have secretly gone to the competition, which would have been even worse." "

Hmm? Doesn't Celine dislike being slaughtered? Otherwise, she wouldn't be spending all her time in the library at twenty-seven or twenty-eight."

"No, Sister Celine is just averse to being slaughtered by nobles. She has asked her mother to slaughter her several times, but the two dukes refused."

Because of the gambling, the two dukes were worried that Celine would be slaughtered by others, and demanded that everyone who could slaughter female animals refuse to do so. So, despite her willingness, Celine was actually being monitored. Celine was just an ordinary scholar, without her own power, and even if she did, she was powerless against the powerful dukes' surveillance.

She hid from the nobles in sheep's clothing, filled with indescribable fear. After several failed attempts to escape and find diners, Celine simply hid in the library, where she later gave birth to Mary to keep her company.

According to the teachings of the goddess Hilna, women cannot commit suicide; suicide is a desecration of the soul. Even Celine, as a scholar, was not exempt from this custom. Nobles, on the other hand, had relatively leisurely days, so this gamble dragged on until I brought the mother and daughter back through Mary.

"Isn't she going to be impaled?" I could still clearly see the impaling rod under Celine's seat.

"No way, I rigged it!" Yue proudly boasted to me. "The guard next to Celine and the queen are both War Maidens in disguise. The other pieces were deliberately arranged to be weaker female slaves. Even if all those female slaves die, it'll only be a draw at best."

"You naughty girl!" I laughed heartily and kissed Yue several times. A female slave like Celine, if she were simply slaughtered, would accept it with her eyes closed. But if you really scare her without actually killing her, she'll immediately become incredibly timid; the fact that she's been hiding in the library for so many years is the best proof of that. After this scare, Celine will probably stay home obediently.

"Let me tell you a little secret, brother. Celine suggested that the loser be impaled. She said that when she first saw you, she felt like your gaze was piercing her vagina." Yue further revealed Celine's whispered words to her, "She said you might want to impaled her even more."

I was a little surprised. Had my thoughts become so strong that even a female animal could sense them?

"But I'm worried that Celine might admit defeat. That would be troublesome." Yue admitted that there was a loophole in her planned game.

"No, she'll be terrified, but she probably won't give up." I haven't had much experience with female beasts like Celine, but I can still guess their characteristics. "From now on, Celine is for Yue to play with. Yue can do whatever she wants with her."

I put some effort into bringing Celine back, so her body should belong to me. Although it was just for entertainment to win the bet, my prize went to play games instead of serving me properly, she deserves a beating.

Celine's appearance isn't particularly outstanding, except for her long, strong legs, and she's already getting old, so she's better off as a toy for Yue. Hmm, I heard she and Mary are both pregnant, what a pity for two aerial dancers.

The battle off the field is nearing its end. Celine's opponent seems to have realized that the female beasts who are her pawns are all weak, so he simply gave up thinking and launched a full-scale attack. One by one, Celine's chess warriors were stabbed and hacked to death, wailing in agony, their blood staining the entire chessboard crimson.

To further demoralize the Red team, the Yellow team's chess warriors even mutilated their opponents, disemboweling them and scattering their internal organs everywhere.

After each battle, injured pieces from the winning side that hindered the fight were placed aside to observe, while the remaining wounded pieces could be replaced or replenished, and then executed after the match. A sufficiently powerful group of chess warriors could easily advance in a straight line and kill the opponent's queen.

I had a mage cast a mirror spell, enjoying Celine's expression. The staff member under her seat was clearly arranged by Yue, constantly teasing Celine with a piercing rod. Seeing her covered in sweat, her long, beautiful legs trembling and intertwining, so restless she was about to cry, I laughed out loud.

"Sister Celine is so wet down there, look, she's soaked the chair," Yue teased from the side, eating fruit as she watched.

After Celine's dozen or so pieces were all captured, the power of the last two groups of war maidens finally became apparent.

Five female beasts representing the knights charged towards the four female beasts representing the guards, while one female beast stood by watching.

The rules stipulated that the attacking side had five female beasts, while the attacked side could only have four. If four were defeated, the resting female beast would also be killed.

The knights, their morale soaring, assumed killing the other female beasts would be as easy as ever, but reality was cruel. The four warriors tried their best to appear unskilled, but their reaction speed, dodging, attacking ability, and fighting spirit were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

One warrior dodged an incoming sword, thrusting forcefully, wounding the enemy's hand, and deliberately stabbing too far, slashing her breast. She then tackled the opponent to the ground, punching her face wildly, looking like someone who knew nothing of martial arts.

A warrior wielding a spear created a flurry of spears, and an overly aggressive opponent, trying to close the distance with their shield, was slashed several times. Finally, the spear pierced her lower abdomen, and a stream of blood stained the spearhead crimson. The female slave screamed, clutching her wound, before being kicked to the ground, curled up, and stabbed several more times.

The other female slaves fared no better, inexplicably rendered incapacitated by their nimble and delicate opponents.

Although the injuries were not fatal, the untrained female slaves naturally lacked a strong will to fight to the death; the pain easily overwhelmed them. Most of them would drop their weapons, clutching their bleeding wounds and trying to dodge. Or perhaps, the battles between ordinary female slaves were inherently more 'civilized'; once one side was injured, they rarely resisted.

The guards and the queen took turns enduring the relentless attacks of the pawns. To avoid revealing any flaws, several war maidens would feign being accidentally slashed in the arms or legs and carried away, replaced by ordinary female slaves. When the ordinary female slaves died, the war maidens would take their place.

After all, it was just acting; the layman saw the spectacle, the expert saw the strategy. The commoners in the arena couldn't see anything amiss, but two war maidens watching the ceremony from a short distance away frowned and whispered a few words.

I smiled slightly and gave Yue a wink, which she immediately understood and nodded in agreement.

It's just a game; taking it too seriously will only cause trouble. Regardless of what they think, it's best to avoid any negative consequences that could damage my image. I'm sure they'll register as my female slaves or become delicious meat soon.

Also, anyone who has spoken to them will be lucky enough to win a prize; I'm sure they'll enjoy the surprise.

After several battles, the opponent's seven pieces were captured by the Queen and her guards, leaving over fifty female slaves on both sides, resulting in a draw. The

wounded war maidens all had injuries to their hands and feet. Yue had already arranged this; as long as their bodies weren't injured, they would be sent to be dismembered and made into body pillow-like female slaves for me to enjoy after the game. Therefore, these war maidens would take turns being injured and removed from the game, replaced by other war maidens to act out the scene.

Celine, who had been pardoned after the draw, was almost completely exhausted. The piercing rod inside her body had drained almost all her strength and warmth. Gasping for breath, she realized her chair was completely soaked. Embarrassed, her face flushed crimson. A scholar who had lived a life of quiet detachment for over a decade had suddenly been subjected to such teasing and stimulation, resulting in such a shameful situation. She wanted to find the person below who had held the piercing rod, but where could she find them?

Celine was naturally a clever person. She recalled how Yue had constantly urged her to participate before the competition,

praising her chess skills. Such a grand event was incomplete without her participation.

Yue was His Highness's most favored concubine, holding a position of extraordinary status, practically a matriarch. She had been persuaded by Yue in a daze, half-heartedly agreeing to participate. Now, thinking about it, she wondered how His Highness would punish her if he knew she had gone out to play. Remembering Yue's sweet smile then, she now felt an inexplicable strangeness in that smile.

"Scholar Celine, congratulations! You pulled off a stunning comeback! That's amazing!" A female mage approached, amused by Celine's embarrassed state, and offered her congratulations while casting a gentle breeze spell to wipe Celine's sweat.

"..." Celine breathed a sigh of relief. She had only known this mage for a short time; since they were both the prince's concubines, they got along quite well. "It's alright."

"I have some good news and something to tell you. Which do you want to hear first?" The female mage covered her face, her eyes crinkling with a foxy smile.

Celine's heart skipped a beat, and she said with a wry smile, "Let's hear the good news first."

"Well, the good news is that His Highness the Prince was just dragged here by Yue to watch the game. He watched most of your game. He even laughed out loud while watching." The magician sister looked at her with a lovesick expression. "How about that? Isn't that good news? You know, out of all these sisters, not many have been noticed by His Highness for so long."

"..." Celine felt sweating profusely. "Then, what's the bad news?"

"Well, the bad news. Actually, it's not that bad." The magician sister playfully tapped her chin with her index finger. "His Highness the Prince said he's giving Celine to Crown Prince Yue as a toy. From now on, Crown Prince Yue will be Celine's master."

Just what she feared most had come true. Celine was on the verge of tears. How would Crown Prince Yue play with her from now on?

The number of executions in the chess game was enormous. In just one day, more than a thousand female slaves were turned into meat. But despite this, even more female slaves volunteered to become chess pieces. This novel and exciting game broke away from the previous format of intellectual quizzes or civilized competitions followed by punishment. Intense competition and tests of wisdom were simultaneous, and it immediately won the hearts of the female beasts.

Grand Duke Percy soon adopted the strategy game mechanics, drawing a giant chessboard in the spacious arena, with the wild beasts becoming the pieces. Because this game was invented by the Moon, I named it "Moon-Style Strategy Game," and the pieces were called "Moon Chess Players."

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Banquet As evening approached

, the day's sports meet came to an end.

To celebrate the successful conclusion of the sports meet, we held a banquet in the school's VIP auditorium to entertain the ladies-in-waiting and representatives who had attended.

Over a hundred female livestock who performed exceptionally well in the competition that day were invited to the main stage. They would share the delicious offering of the Crown Prince with us. This was an extraordinary honor for commoners; even wealthy women from ordinary families might not have the chance to taste the Crown Prince's flesh.

Furthermore, they would undergo further selection. Women with outstanding looks and A-grade physical qualities would have the opportunity to become my female livestock. My inner circle would consult their own wishes—of course, this was symbolic; those who didn't strongly resist would be included in my property, and most would become my food.

The capable Lina announced today's results to me and all the guests: a total of 3,770 female livestock were executed today. Among them were 726 students, 109 teachers and other personnel, and 53 female officials and representatives personally executed by His Highness. The remaining 2,460 were female livestock who had registered from the public. There were also 422 criminals, and 31 others were pardoned. Of those executed, 305 were of non-human blood.

A round of enthusiastic applause filled the hall. While today's results weren't ideal compared to other noble events, its combination of entertainment and competition made it more popular. It was a fair bet, and incredibly exciting. Plus, there were still two days left, and the total number of participants was expected to exceed eleven thousand.

But none of that concerned me. The sacrifice, imprisoned for a day, finally reached its end.

It clung to my leg, comfortably accepting my caresses and farewell.

"I'm going to disembowel you now," I said, gently pressing the ornate dagger against her chest.

The sacrifice trembled, then grabbed my hand and forcefully plunged the dagger into

her body. Blood gushed out. She struggled to breathe, enduring the pain, her legs clamped tightly together, seemingly both suffering and enjoying it. After adjusting to the sensation of the dagger inside, she forcefully pushed my hand down, cutting a large gash in her abdomen. Then, with trembling hands, she slowly separated her skin, exposing everything inside her to me.

"What a fine piece of meat. You'll be the goddess's most satisfying sacrifice," I praised, reaching out to grab her intestines and lifting her up.

The sacrifice arched her back, and despite her efforts, the feeling of her internal organs being removed still instilled an instinctive fear in her. The sharp dagger deftly cut through the connections between the internal organs, and soon the long intestines were lifted up. Using clamps to hold the stomach and anus, I severed the ends of the large and small intestines. With each cut, she trembled, her hands, already stained with her own blood, shaking uncontrollably.

I deliberately slowed down the process of removing her internal organs, taking them out little by little, letting her fully experience this feeling before she died.

"Now I'm going to take your liver," I said, grabbing her liver, stroking it, kneading it a few times, before finally reaching in with the dagger, slowly cutting through the connections. Protected by divine power, she didn't lose much blood. If it were an ordinary person, they would have bled to death and lost their senses long ago.

One by one, the internal organs were removed, and when cutting out the bladder, I even found a considerable amount of urine inside. Finally, after being cut off along with her ovaries, uterus, and vagina, her stomach was empty.

Despite the protection of divine power, the offering was somewhat dazed after her stomach was emptied. After

a quick clean of the blood accumulated in her abdominal cavity, we filled her stomach with pre-prepared stuffing, and two maids skillfully sutured it shut.

After carrying the offering to the fire pit and gently kissing her forehead, I no longer cared about this piece of uncooked meat; once it was cooked, the best piece would naturally be mine.

Melodious symphonic music filled the hall, and many women took to the stage to dance. Life is short, and enjoying it while one can is is a common understanding among women; even the most dull-witted woman will find many ways to amuse herself.

These women, befitting the upper class, each possessed excellent figures and graceful dance moves, frequently striking various difficult stretching poses, trying to outshine the other women. However, to stand out among so many outstanding women, exceptional dance skills, a superior figure, and striking beauty were all indispensable. In this setting, even the most exquisite female beasts, like the crown prince, seemed quite ordinary.

It's human nature for women to attract men's attention, especially for a strong man like myself. Of course, with so many women, I couldn't possibly choose; they were mostly there for my female relatives to see. If they secretly handed me a badge engraved with my name, they would be overjoyed and hide it close to their bodies. After a day or two of preparation, they could come to my house for further selection and training.

After admiring the flamboyant women for a while, I quietly yawned.

Actually, it's not that I wasn't interested in them; which of my own female beasts wasn't outstanding? Each one was at my mercy, given whatever I wanted. Women in this public setting naturally didn't attract much of my attention.

In a corner of the hall, the athletes sat quietly, cautiously on one side. Being in the same room as so many noble women, those of lower birth inevitably felt somewhat ashamed. Just seeing most of the women with their bodies mostly naked, adorned with artistic patterns, made them feel their own inferiority.

However, only the majority of them were present; the exceptionally outstanding ones had been selected. Lina secretly reported to me that the female beasts had been cleaned, and all ten of them were top-quality virgins, waiting for me to enjoy them in the next room.

With the help of maids, I washed away the day's dust and went into the room to enjoy my appetizer before dinner.

In the dimly lit room, on a large bed, ten young female beasts, barely adults, had their hands tied behind their backs, legs spread wide, and lay obediently on the pillows. At a glance, I could see their plump, round buttocks and their wet, open vulvas.

Ten equally naked war maidens were constantly teasing them; they had all been trained to be beasts and were skilled at arousing women, driving them to the brink of ecstasy but preventing them from reaching orgasm.

These war maidens were also there to serve me, while simultaneously monitoring for any ill-intentioned individuals among the athletes. Teasing them was to keep them moist and relaxed, allowing me to fuck them without restraint, preventing them from drying out and affecting my enjoyment.

The ten female beasts, seeing me enter wearing only an open robe, my thick penis erect, excitedly greeted me, "Greetings, Your Highness!"

Perhaps due to prolonged teasing, or perhaps because they had never slept with a man before, they all stared at my penis, yearning for my pleasure.

"Hmm." I walked onto the large bed, and they all obediently knelt on the pillows, both nervous and excited upon seeing me. They never imagined they would have the opportunity to sleep with a nobleman like me. Despite having their hands bound, they were satisfied.

These female beasts were all between thirteen and fifteen years old, their bodies not yet fully developed, but each naturally beautiful, with shapely figures. Each female beast's genitals were examined to confirm they were virgins who had not yet given birth.

I walked up to a female slave. The maidservant lifted her head, pried open her mouth, and thrust my penis inside.

"Mmm..." The female slave obediently sucked on my penis, trying her best to lick it, but being an inexperienced virgin, she soon burst into tears and gasped for breath.

I moistened my penis with her small mouth, then walked behind her. Two maidservants lifted her waist, spread her buttocks, and guided my penis all the way in.

"Mmm, so tight." My penis entered a tight, constricting cavity, tightly enveloped, and her trembling, painful vagina massaged my penis.

Hearing the virgin's screams, accompanied by the tearing sensation, was always so captivating. Perhaps it was because I had seen too many female slaves being slaughtered at the sports meet, but now I no longer cared so much about the female slaves' feelings, enjoying their bodies as I pleased. Perhaps this was the purpose of a male graduation ceremony.

There was no need to consider the feelings of the female slaves, because they all belonged to me. I grabbed her waist and started fucking her hard. After all, she had been teased beforehand, and her body was already fully developed. After a while, this female slave gradually adapted to my penis, and her moans changed from painful endurance to pleasurable release.

Before long, she reached her first orgasm, her whole body trembling, and a small stream of honey-like fluid flowed from the crevice of her vagina.

Leaving the limp female slave behind, I grabbed the waist of another female slave and thrust into her. She didn't enjoy it for long before her limbs became weak and unable to meet my thrusts. I didn't mind and continued to fuck the third one. When I fucked the last female slave, I finally ejaculated into her body with great pleasure. After

resting for a while, the several war maidens took turns serving my penis. They were all the best-performing female slaves of the day, and as a reward, tonight they would all reach the most beautiful orgasm under my penis, and at the same time, they would offer me all their essence.

These trained war maidens were all so obedient that I couldn't help but pity them, letting them experience the most wonderful sensations before they breathed their last in bliss.

After bringing the ten war maidens who served me to their final climax, I contentedly left the room full of female beasts and returned to the chapel.

Most of the sacrificial meat was already cooked, and the impatient women couldn't help but drool. With so many people, one sacrifice was definitely not enough, so two high priests had to be in charge of cutting the meat.

I watched as the two beautiful high priests each took a boning knife and carefully cut slices from the sacrificial's calves. Both of them were very skilled with their knives, cutting the meat evenly, as thin as paper, without damaging the sacrificial's major blood vessels. The two of them placed only three slices of meat on each plate, changing the plate after each plate, and soon the plates of meat filled half a long table, which were then distributed to the people present by several priests according to their rank and status.

The poor sacrifice writhed in agony, her body convulsing as she desperately tried to dodge the two terrifying blades. But what mercy could flesh bound to the piercing rods receive? She couldn't die even if she wanted to; protected by divine power and with two mages taking turns casting spells to protect her heart, she couldn't even faint.

Despite her tears streaming down her face, people rejoiced at her vitality. Fresh crown prince flesh—a meal most people only get to eat once or twice in their lives.

Soon, the flesh from the sacrifice's two thighs was almost completely removed. The two mages severed the connection between her lower legs and knees, removing both legs. Her golden-brown, roasted feet were sent to Her Majesty the Queen. Two chefs skillfully chopped them into small pieces and placed them on the long table for the Queen and her ladies-in-waiting. The tender feet emitted a rich aroma, rising with wisps of white steam—even the smell alone was enough to make one's mouth water.

Next, the sacrificial thighs were gradually sliced into pieces. The two high priests cut them while having the grill turned frequently to ensure the meat cooked quickly. Then, the sacrificial hands were cut off and placed on my table. Yue took one and began to gnaw on it.

The sacrificial breasts were cut off; one was placed on the temple representative's table, and the other on the school representative's table. The two high priests exchanged a glance and carefully cut off the sacrificial genitals, placing them on my table.

This time, no one dared to touch them. Yue only swallowed cutely, then covered the genitals with a bowl, trying to hide it.

The lines on the belly were cut, and the stuffing inside was scooped out with a spoon. The pieces of meat, along with the body pieces, were placed on the communal table.

After most of the meat had been cut off, the half-asleep sacrificial breathed its last. Everyone removed the remaining skeleton, removed the piercing rod, used a thick-backed knife to chop the bones, then minced them into small pieces, and placed them all on the communal table.

Soon, the offerings were reduced to nothing but bones, except for the head. Her head was carefully kept; she and the offerings for the next two days would become my collection.

After sharing the offerings, everyone continued their revelry.

It wasn't until late at night that I, exhausted from the day, boarded a carriage and returned to the villa. The banquet quickly ended.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Azure Sky Army System

The Azure Sky Kingdom's army was divided into a standing army and a recruited army.

The standing army, as the name suggests, was a year-round force, existing in the form of knightly orders. Their numbers were small; each noble led a standing army of between 15 and 60,000 men, used as the spearhead on the battlefield. In each war, this number was merely the blade of a spear.

Female soldiers in the standing army entered the army after graduation, serving an average of ten years. Those nearing retirement age were executed at their discharge ceremony, their bodies used as military rations or the main dish at banquets. Those unwilling to be executed could receive a sum of money and leave on their own.

Joining the standing army is the preferred option for women aspiring to military service, as the commanders of knightly orders are typically male.

This allows for frequent contact with men, and many female soldiers temporarily withdraw due to pregnancy. Highly decorated female soldiers can even rise directly from commoners to the position of adjutant to a commander.

The standing army primarily recruits women from their own families, followed by graduates from schools. Recruitment takes place annually at each school's women's graduation ceremony.

The recruited army, on the other hand, consists entirely of commoners, with conscription orders issued only when needed by nobles. The conscription scope is clearly stated on the order. Generally, priority is given to volunteers, followed by women over 25, then those over 22, and finally those over 20. The Kingdom of Tianlan rarely recruits women aged 15 to 20, only during major wars.

Besides voluntary conscription orders, age-based conscription orders are mandatory; anyone meeting the age requirement, except members of national research departments and officials, is eligible for conscription. The conscripted members are primarily commoners and wealthy women.

Of course, those unwilling to participate could donate a large sum of money as military expenses to buy an exemption certificate. However,

this certificate could only be used once; a second conscription order would require an even higher payment. The recruited troops in small cities were poorly equipped and rarely had complete gear. So, aside from being issued flags, many only carried their own kitchen knives. The situation wasn't much better in large cities; few were fully equipped with uniforms. Therefore, recruited troops were practically cannon fodder for the standing army. The reason was simple: temporarily recruited women had weak fighting spirit and were difficult to command. Their attrition and death rates were even slower than those of conscription. It was better to recruit more to cover the standing army than to spend so much effort training them.

Women on Blue Star had a rapid birth rate; even if hundreds of thousands died in a major war, the population would be overcrowded within a year, and the wounds would be completely healed in twelve or thirteen years.

However, this didn't mean recruited troops were meant to be sacrificed. Those who killed three or more enemies after a battle could apply to join the standing army as replacements, as the standing army also suffered heavy casualties.

Imagine a standing army of 5,000 charging into an enemy force of 500,000. If they weren't heavily armored cavalry, probably less than one in ten would survive. Even if they were all made of iron, a single cut from one of them would turn them to scrap metal.

My knightly order, composed of 2,000 battle maidens and 1,000 mages, with reserves also made up of battle maidens and mages, is undeniably an extremely extravagant undertaking. In terms of combat power, my 3,000-strong knightly order could easily crush a recruited army of 100,000.

Aside from the temples and aristocratic families themselves, such armies can be counted on two hands across the entire planet Lanxiu.

Throughout Lanxiu's millennia-long history, countless wars, large and small, have raged—probably tens of thousands if counted—but few have truly been fought for land or profit.

In people's minds, the protagonists of real wars are the battle maidens and mages of aristocratic families and temples. Their destructive power and combat strength are a true reflection of a nation's strength. The real reason humanity has been able to occupy most of the land is due to its vast number of battle maidens and mages, and its large population base. Only with a sufficient population base can enough outstanding female infants be selected for upbringing.

Ordinary wars are primarily aimed at depleting the population and relieving social pressure. After all, no matter how abundant the resources of Blue Star are, cultivation, mining, and animal husbandry all require time, while population growth is relentless. To prevent panic over food, depleting the surplus population to provide sufficient space and food for newborns, proactive slaughter is crucial, and war is simply an emergency-style large-scale slaughter.

Wars primarily fought by ordinary civilians, while resulting in massive casualties, can be bluntly described as "playing around." Sometimes, wars are also "playing around" with other countries or lords.

It's just that the human population is so large that even playing around allows for continuous expansion of territory. Imagine sending millions of female animals to war every year; even the most powerful race would be worn down.

Because the main purpose of war is to deplete the population, the development of weapons of war is naturally slow, and defensive armor lags far behind weapons.

Even in standing armies, heavy armor is rarely deployed. Take the Dark family as an example. Their twenty-five knightly orders, totaling only ten thousand heavily armored cavalry, averaged just four hundred per order. The entire Sky Blue Kingdom had only one hundred thousand heavily armored cavalry.

If you saw a group of people fighting naked or in simple clothes, yet each wielding a weapon, don't be surprised—that was an army.

This was why Grand Duke Tom researched insects as a fighting force. Recruiting millions within his territory was easy, but turning them into true soldiers was incredibly difficult. Relying on sheer numbers to achieve victory was unrealistic, especially with the Queen and the five Grand Dukes issuing a joint decree that all Sky Blue Kingdom citizens must obey; a million-strong army would instantly become a million-strong enemy.

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In three days, the number of female slaves slaughtered kept breaking records, reaching an astonishing 16,000. While this couldn't compare to some large-scale events, it set a new record for the largest, grandest, and most well-received graduation ceremony in the history of Tianlan Kingdom.

The success of the ceremony spread my fame throughout Tianlan Kingdom in a very short time; everyone knew that a very powerful nobleman had emerged. However, as the person involved, I didn't have much time to receive congratulations, because I needed to prepare for war.

Each noble could recruit their own standing army, the number depending on their rank. A marquis like myself had 5,000 men, but I had assembled cavalry, so it should actually be 6,000. However, I also had the status of a prince, which allowed me to recruit an additional 3,000. Furthermore, as a direct descendant of a grand duke, I could recruit an additional 3,000. In other words, I could recruit 6,000 cavalry as a standing army.

My standing army consisted of the 3,000+ cavalry that Yu Mei had helped me recruit, including 2,000 battle maidens, 1,000 mages, and 3,000 horsemen. The reason it was only 3,000 men was due to financial and social constraints.

All the weapons and equipment for forming the knightly order had to be paid for by myself. Although my mother and the Dark family provided me with a lot of support, weapons were easy to obtain, but armor and such were beyond my means, not to mention the enormous maintenance costs. It would be better to recruit only three thousand people.

Of course, there was another reason I didn't say aloud: I wanted to sample the local delicacies. Men can be perverse sometimes; eating top-quality female beasts every day can get a bit tiresome. After experiencing the flavors of mermaids and centaurs, I wanted to try different flavors in other places. If I brought too many people, we wouldn't be able to finish eating them in three to five months, and going to find local female beasts to eat would make everyone unhappy.

Before leaving, I needed to eat Lina and the few female beasts in the villa who had been waiting for a long time. But before that, the last thing I asked Lina to do for me was to collect the names of dishes made with female beasts from different places. Of course, recipes would be even better; I wanted to eat authentic local flavors. Back then, we just ate the local food wherever we went.

In just a few days, the vanguard of the Dark family had been fully mobilized, and five of the twenty-five standing knight orders had already set off for the southern provinces.

Although war was approaching, no one seemed particularly concerned. On Blue Star, war was unpopular. Everyone's lives revolved around studying, pursuing their interests, enjoying life, finding happiness, working, and seeking a fulfilling future. Life was short, and everyone hoped for a rich and fulfilling existence. Wouldn't it be a waste to sacrifice oneself for the sake of gain?

I was originally scheduled to depart after the graduation ceremony, but my army was exhausted from dealing with the flesh of my female slaves. So I decided to rest, and these three days were also a time to fulfill my promise and reward them. I spent three days reveling with these female soldiers in the barracks.

Many of the female slaves in my villa were pregnant, and they would stay there to live and manage the villa after I left.

Some who hadn't yet been favored by me also hoped to bear my children. There were also some female livestock that I wanted to slaughter myself. The older teachers were the best ingredients I had selected, and I decided to eat them all.

Over the next three days, I brought all the female livestock in the villa who wanted to reproduce or were ready to be slaughtered to the military camp.

After personally slaughtering each of them, I sent them to the kitchen to supplement my subordinates' meals. Before leaving this time, I needed to satisfy the wishes of the female livestock in the villa, and then take the remaining hundreds of battle maidens and mages as reserve troops. They were all my soldiers, sex slaves for my lust, training furnaces, and food.

To ensure their departure was enjoyable, I brought them to orgasm before killing them. Although there weren't many female livestock to eat, it still took quite a bit of time.

The reveling female soldiers didn't mind having their time taken up; after all, they were all handpicked by me, had followed me for a long time, and were all top-quality ingredients of A grade or higher. Slaughtering them to supplement their meals, what was there to complain about? Besides, after I went to war, they would be the only ones by my side; would I be afraid of not finding an opportunity?

Even while I was slaughtering them, they would help me seduce them, and afterwards, they skillfully dismembered and cooked them. The three-day graduation ceremony had drastically improved their culinary skills, making them extremely proficient.

Finally, by the evening of the third day, the female beasts had been almost all slaughtered.

I kept Lina, Kaiyi, Kanana, Yue, and a few others.

Originally, Yue desperately wanted to go with me to the war, but she was pregnant. So, after everyone's persuasion, she decided to stay with her mother to rest and prepare for the pregnancy after I left. The genius magical girl Lala specially cast a prophecy spell for her, telling her that she would give birth to a boy for me, and she was so exhausted that she lay in bed for three days.

Knowing that she would give birth to a boy and would not have to suffer from sexual desire for six or seven months, Yue finally stopped insisting on going with me to the war. However, after not seeing me for several months, she still cried her eyes out, saying that she would choose several S-rank or higher female beasts for me to eat when I returned.

Lala knew I was going to war long ago and, feeling she was still young, had been carefully avoiding pregnancy. This time, she was overjoyed to have the opportunity to serve me personally with me.

Kaiyi promised to make me "oil-drizzled peeled sashimi," a decision she had dreaded for a long time, repeatedly mustering her courage, but always coinciding with my unavailable time. If she missed it again this time, she would only be able to make fish soup. Faced with this final choice, the lovely Kaiyi finally made up her mind to accept the pain that might kill her.

Lina, on the other hand, was an ordinary woman. Serving me with me meant enduring wind and sun, and she didn't want to face me looking haggard after the bumpy journey. Besides, she wasn't young anymore, so she begged me to eat her too, to fulfill her wish.

I planned to enjoy her one last time, letting her leave while she was still beautiful. Lina had been with me for a very long time, being the sixth steward arranged for me by the Dak family and my mother. She served me diligently every day. This departure meant I didn't know how long it would be before we met again, so this was the best outcome for her.

However, Lina's lie was discovered by a female animal, who came to report to me that Lina was pregnant. She had experienced severe morning sickness. After Lina confirmed it, I spanked her and rewarded the female animal with another round of pleasure.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Mermaid Statue

Kanana. I have other plans for Kanana.

Kanana is a very beautiful and intelligent mother, with a voluptuous and mature figure, a wise temperament, small and firm breasts, and a flexible and powerful waist. Her vagina is deep and moist. Although she has not served me for long, she is very gentle and considerate, silently staying in the bathtub arranging these mermaids for me.

Before leaving, I want to make a lifelike statue of her and place it in the pond in my backyard as a beautiful landscape, and also as a symbol of her leading her daughter here to find her home.

Although I will not eat her flesh, Kanana is still very happy.

First, I need to make Kanana's statue.

The creation of the statue differed from that of the queen's abdication. The former only required skinning, tanning with a special method, and preservation in a magical environment. The cut skin would heal perfectly, making her look lifelike and unchanged for thousands of years.

The statue, however, was less elaborate and had lower requirements. It only required removing the internal organs, including the heart, lungs, and brain, and then soaking her in a special gelatinous solution for an hour to fill the cavities. Afterward, she was soaked in a setting solution for ten minutes, and the statue was complete. She was then posed and fixed.

Due to the solution, her body would gradually calcify, making the statue more lifelike, but it could only last a few years to a dozen years.

Kanana was very satisfied with this; after all, my villa didn't have a statue yet, and she was the first. So I invited two professional sculptors to create a mermaid statue of Kanana.

The two sculptors were a mother and daughter; the mother was twenty-six, and the daughter was thirteen. The mother and daughter looked very alike, both slender and petite, their hair simply tied back in a braid. While their faces weren't particularly striking, they both possessed full, alluring buttocks.

The mother was slightly taller, wore glasses, and her tight-fitting clothes accentuated her curves, making her otherwise modest breasts appear more prominent. The daughter was more petite and delicate, wearing a lotus-leaf-style dress with numerous cutouts, looking lively and charming.

The mother and daughter, having received my invitation, arrived at my camp early in the morning. To ensure the statue of Kanana was perfect, they spent the entire day with Kanana, having her pose in various ways. Kanana, wanting to make herself as perfect as possible, constantly discussed finishing touches with them.

By evening, they had finally chosen their design. While it was still light, it was time to begin work. After a brief exchange, I knew what to do.

Kanana lay limply on the soft bed, her fishtail flailing weakly. My penis pounded into her delicate body one last time, a final, farewell act of love. Kanana was oblivious to her own body, simply feeling the impact of my enlarged penis.

This time, my manipulation was different. Although I constantly caressed and teased her, I skillfully brought her to the brink of orgasm, but just wouldn't let her climax.

This feeling was excruciating even for Kanana, who was somewhat prepared. She kept begging for mercy, pleading with me to stop torturing her. However, for the sake of a more perfect statue, I ignored her pleas. Kanana was now merely the living raw material for the statue.

After falling from the peak seven or eight times, Kanana was almost driven mad. Her body, firmly pinned down, struggled incessantly, her mouth wide open, trying to swallow. Although mermaids are quite strong, escaping my clutches was impossible.

The sculptor reacted swiftly. The mother pinched Kanana's cheeks, and a thick, hollow tube was shoved into Kanana's mouth. The daughter quickly stuffed several Kaimo rats into the tube.

Kaimo rats are carnivorous animals, very small, somewhat resembling mice, with fluffy fur, and quite cute. But don't underestimate them; they have sharp teeth and claws and love to eat animal entrails. Wild Kaimo rats specialize in eating the entrails that large carnivores won't eat, living as their scouts.

Sculptors raise them to clean entrails—efficient and thorough.

Several Kaimo rats quickly burrowed into Kanana's stomach, and I immediately thrust into her a few times, bringing her to a climax.

Kanana let out a joyful scream, her eyes rolled back, and her whole body trembled as if electrocuted, allowing the terrifying Kaimo rats to burrow into her stomach.

I pried open the scales of her anus, inserted a small swivel blade, and pulled it out along with her intestines. Two battle maidens took over Kanana's intestines and pulled them out forcefully.

In the climax of her orgasm, Kanana suddenly couldn't feel the several Kaimo Rats tearing at her internal organs inside her stomach, and her intestines being pulled out. But the instinctive fear and the sensation of orgasm still made her spasm uncontrollably.

"Ugh." Kanana coughed up blood, her body still trembling, but her blood contained fragments of internal organs. The intestines behind her had stretched for more than three meters, and then the battle maidens pulled hard, tearing something inside, and the remaining section of intestine, along with her torn stomach, was pulled out of the anus.

Only then did Kanana feel the pain; she kept coughing up blood and had difficulty breathing. The maker brought a small enema gun, inserted it into her anus, turned it on, and warm water quickly poured into her body.

Kanana suddenly opened her mouth, and a mixture of blood, guts, and fragments of internal organs from the Kaimo Rat gushed out, filling half the bucket below.

We acted quickly, and the mermaid's vitality was tenacious. Even with her heart and lungs destroyed, Kanana remained conscious, but she was about to die; her heart, lungs, and other internal organs had been chewed up by the Kaimo Rat.

She gently reached out her hand, and I grabbed it: "Kana, I'll take you."

She relaxed with relief, and streams of blood gushed from her mouth, gradually fading, indicating that her internal organs had been mostly flushed out.

The maker paused the water filling process. I turned Kanana over, pried open her mouth so her head was facing the ground, took a sharp iron pipe, inserted it into her mouth, and stabbed it into her brain. Kanana's limp body instantly stiffened.

The iron pipe was also a tool used by the maker, connected to a sealed suction tube with a vacuum function.

The pointed tip pierced Kanana's palate and plunged into her brain. The daughter, holding a suction cup, vigorously pumped it in, and white brain matter rapidly flowed from the tube. Kanana's eyes quickly rolled back, and after a moment of trembling, she collapsed.

After a while, Kanana's brain was completely cleaned. Kanana had lost her voice, and the luster on her fishtail scales seemed to have dimmed.

Water gushed from Kanana's mouth again. The mother tied her waist and fishtail with rope, hanging Kanana upside down with her head tilted forward, carefully adjusting Kanana's appearance. The daughter used tools to check the internal organs being cleaned through the two openings at Kanana's fishtail.

I walked behind my mother, lifted her short skirt, and thrust my large penis into her already wet vagina.

"Ah, Your Highness," the craftswoman mother cried out in unbearable pleasure.

"Do it well, and you'll have another chance to enjoy this kind of treatment in the future." I whispered teasingly in her ear, "Feel the taste of an orgasm, and you'll do it even better."

For artisans, dignity and money are not what they care about; they care more about the feeling their work evokes.

"Mmm, Your Highness, it's too big, fuck me harder." Her big ass had an extraordinary capacity for tolerance; although it was very tight when I entered, she quickly adapted to my manipulation.

Soon, the mother reached her climax, her eyes glazed as she caressed Kanana's face, seemingly gaining even more experience.

The daughter watched her mother with envy, her hands and feet working tirelessly on Kanana's body. After cleaning Kanana's internal organs, she connected the enema gun to another large container, and the mother moved Kanana's body to another large bathtub, filling it with a thick liquid.

The next steps were less interesting; they had much work to do. They needed to fill all the cavities inside Kanana's body, wait for it to harden, and then arrange it in its final form within half an hour, cleaning off any excess before the gel hardened.

The mother and daughter worked diligently, occasionally glancing back at me.

Kayi bit her nails, watching her mother being executed by me, ending her life quickly and beautifully, her beautiful body left for me to make into a statue. She seemed less tense.

Seeing me approach with the piercing rod, Kayi obediently lay on the butcher's table, her eyes resolute as she bit her lip.

I patiently fucked Kaiyi once, ejaculating inside her after she had two orgasms.

Kaiyi became even more docile, clearly very happy and no longer afraid, cooperating with me as I slowly inserted the piercing rod into her anus, inching forward.

Even after dissecting Karuru, I was still amazed that Kaiyi could be pierced without injury. When the piercing rod came out of Kaiyi's mouth, she was still wriggling vividly on it.

About to endure one or two hours of extreme pain, Kaiyi gripped my hand tightly, giving me a pitiful yet determined wink. Several magician sisters brushed her skin with a special sauce they had brought; soon, hot oil would be poured over it, and she would be ready to eat.

The oil-drenched, skin-peeled sashimi was extremely painful. Kaiyi was placed on a plate, her eyes only able to look forward, her whole body trembling.

A pot of boiling oil sizzled nearby, and I picked up a spoon to eat.

As the ladle filled with scalding oil approached her body, Kaiyi tensed up. I tilted the ladle, pouring the boiling oil over her body, instantly scalding her scales.

Tears welled up in Kaiyi's eyes, and she trembled violently, her body bobbing on the piercing rod. A chef skillfully sliced off the scalded area and brought it to my mouth.

I swallowed the fish; it melted in my mouth, the mermaid's delicate fragrance and freshness filling me with genuine satisfaction. I couldn't help but praise, "Mmm, it's so delicious."

Kaiyi calmed down. Another ladle of oil was poured over her back, and her skin immediately rolled back, turning the white of cooked meat. I tasted it again: "Delicious, wonderful. You all come and eat, let's finish Kaiyi sooner."

"Yes," the battle maidens and mages happily agreed, bringing many small knives. As I poured oil, they carefully sliced the fish. Kaiyi trembled uncontrollably, but despite her frail appearance, she was incredibly strong. Despite the excruciating pain, she refused to let go of the little bell in her hand.

I had given it to her; if she felt she couldn't hold on any longer, she only needed to loosen her grip and let the bell fall to the ground, and I would cut off her head, ending the feeding.

Each battle maiden and mage received a piece to taste, and they all praised Kaiyi's deliciousness.

Her entire back was almost completely eaten; many bones were exposed, and in some places, even her internal organs were visible. We turned her over and continued eating the front.

Kaiyi was incredibly strong; only after we had almost finished eating her flesh, cut open her stomach, and removed her internal organs piece by piece, did she breathe her last in agony. She had endured for over an hour, allowing hundreds of people to taste her deliciousness—of course, I ate the most.

Only when the little bell landed did I realize that the adorable little mermaid was dead, her sweat-covered face bearing a resilient, contented smile.

I pulled out the piercing rod, cut off her little head, kissed it, and sent it for preservation. A small section of her fishtail will also be my beautiful keepsake.

After eating Kaiyi and the other female animals, Kanana's statue was finished.

She smiled, her upper body raised, alluringly reclining, her hands supporting her chest, her small breasts appearing quite well-proportioned under the pressure of her arms. Her slender waist and long fishtail swayed in an arc, the tip playfully raised as if preparing to splash water.

The entire mermaid looked incredibly lifelike, like a beautiful, living mermaid seducing you.

Such a mermaid would surely be beautiful and harmonious placed in the villa's bathtub. Everyone was very satisfied. I summoned the mother and daughter, and each of them had sex with me as a reward. I'll definitely ask them again for any future statue making. December 7th, Chapter Eighty:

On Blue Star, war is a stage for women. Most of these conflicts were initiated by men, driven by men, for the sake of gold or territory, but their execution and conclusion were determined by women. This has been a consensus for thousands of years, because men are simply too few to be the main protagonists in war.

In the history of war on Blue Star, men played more of a spiritual symbol, the center of an army, and a key protected group. Their role was primarily reflected in their appeal to recruit soldiers and in the rewards and punishments they imposed during training. Men were mostly commanders and strategists, or simply there to gain credit, waiting in the background for the outcome.

On the battlefield, men represented not strength or the number of enemies they could kill, but reproduction. They could impregnate countless women; a single man could father thousands or even tens of thousands of children in his lifetime.

Like a few dozen roosters and thousands of hens in a chicken farm.

This is undoubtedly a tragedy for men.

Men are naturally stronger than women, but their scarcity means that no matter how strong we are, we can only kill a few more.

This is essentially no different from killing a few more female animals in peacetime. Many female soldiers would rather die at the hands of men on the battlefield, but even if they were lined up to be killed, they would be exhausted.

If there is any difference, it's that men could also be killed. If a man dies in battle, that's terrible; the consequences are the same as if tens of thousands of female animals had died. So, all things considered, sending men to the battlefield is extremely uneconomical.

Throughout history, there are countless examples of humans eliminating enemies dozens or hundreds of times stronger than themselves. All sorts of giant beasts and terrifying opponents eventually fell at human feet, becoming spoils of war. Many epic armors and weapons were made from their teeth, claws, leather, internal organs, and blood. And

almost all of these were made by women.

In human warfare, one-on-one combat is merely a formality; in reality, it's all about gang warfare.

Therefore, a man's strength is mostly manifested in bed. Men who act heroically are almost always described with the adjective "unfortunately killed in battle." Even someone as strong as me, in the eyes of women, is only a manifestation of their self-defense ability and prowess in bed, not their combat strength.

"His Highness is not someone who will die easily in battle, especially with so many strong people protecting him." -- I suppose everyone thinks this way, including myself. Women protecting men is a consensus among everyone on Blue Star.

This can be seen from the composition of my knightly order.

A complete army mainly consists of soldiers, sentries, orderly, officers, generals, staff officers, and military judges.

Men are always the highest leaders of an army, but they mostly serve as staff officers and military judges. Some serve as generals, but they need to be accompanied by a deputy general. Men hold the highest positions regardless of their ability, which is to save face for them, but the decision-making is not necessarily done by men.

Meanwhile, many men also serve a role not officially recognized: cook. They are responsible for selecting and slaughtering soldiers, prisoners, or conscripted female animals.

Therefore, the role of men in the army is more about stabilizing morale and comforting the female soldiers; if someone calls them studs, we wouldn't deny it.

Although I am a powerful man, I am not most famous as a warrior or strongman, but as a highly fertile man and a gourmet. The roles within the Knights are also very complete. I serve as the general, and Yu Mei and several war maidens and mages from the Dark family are my deputies, helping me manage the Knights. If I get tired of being a general, I can do other things; as long as I'm in the army, I can do whatever I want, because everything is taken care of.

Training female soldiers on the training ground is perhaps the most formal and efficient work, greatly increasing their training enthusiasm. Don't be surprised; this has been the case on Blue Star for thousands of years.

Just yesterday, my Knights were officially named the "Cheetah Knights," under the Dark family. The maximum strength is 12,000, but the actual strength is 6,500, which is over 3,000 cavalry. The entire force consisted of battle maidens and mages, a pseudo-ace unit with no combat experience.

No one dared underestimate this pseudo-ace; our strength could easily crush enemies several times our size. The sheer number of spells unleashed by five hundred mages alone was terrifying. Even against a true ace, with our overwhelming combat power, even with my haphazard command, we could defeat most opponents.

This expedition was uneventful. One hundred volunteers were hanged outside the camp gates, a gesture meant to bring good fortune and a hundred victories. A captain-level officer, supposedly under Duke Tom, was captured and beheaded as a sacrifice to the flag, thus completing the ceremony for the first expedition.

My mother, along with some female officials, my livestock left behind, and some members of the Dark family, silently saw us off outside the camp.

I rode a strong horse, leading the way through the long gate hung by the volunteers, followed by over three thousand knights waving to those who came to bid us farewell. Seeing over three thousand elite battle maidens and mages, all fully equipped and exuding an awe-inspiring presence, the women seeing me off smiled. I was confident that even if the battle went poorly, I would be safe.

If all these knights perished, they would feel a pang of regret; but if something happened to me, it would likely cause a great uproar. With my abilities, impregnating hundreds of thousands of women in my lifetime would be easy; everyone could see that my fertility was far superior to that of the average man. If there were a vote, I believed eighty percent of the women would choose to let me stay.

After a simple ceremony, we set off, galloping south under Yu Mei's leadership.

My subordinates were fully equipped.

The battle maidens wore uniform armor on their upper bodies—or rather, iron suspender vests that also functioned as bras, protecting only their vital areas while highlighting their beautiful curves. They wore iron skirts, and their boots and gloves were also uniform. Each carried their own weapons and a shield. At first glance, the scene was breathtaking, a tapestry of beauties, each

with their own unique charm. The mages, clad in their robes and wielding various wands, appeared ethereal and otherworldly, exuding an aura of mystery. It almost tempted me to tear open their robes and explore. I, for one, had just taken one and examined her, leaving her now limp and nestled in the arms of a war maiden.

A few high-ranking mages carried nothing; they stored their belongings in their storage rings or bracelets. These magical spatial devices were incredibly convenient, but rare, even among ordinary nobles; I only possessed one.

The centaurs, on the other hand, were all strong and agile, their bearing more impressive than the knights on their backs. Most wore vests similar to the war maidens', saddles on their backs, shields in one hand, swords or spears in the other, bows and arrows on their backs, and large satchels on their backs. Inside, there were always several beautiful garments; the desire for beauty is universal, especially among so many women.

The entire army seemed far more alluring than defensive.

Unsurprisingly, seducing their officers was a crucial combat objective for the female soldiers. Data showed that male generals had a 13% higher libido than average men, their children were 6% healthier, and the male birth rate was 3% higher. However, due to limitations, the actual number of offspring was 21% lower. In

the middle of the column were twenty-one wagons. Besides one for my tasks and rest, the rest carried supplies, food, fruit, and spare weapons, armor, and arrows. This food would last for fifteen days. There were many inland cities and villages, so we could frequently stop there to replenish our supplies, and I could also sample the flavors of rural women and livestock.

I rode a strong centaur. Her appearance wasn't striking, but she was pleasing to the eye—centaurs rarely relied on beauty; strength was their beauty. Her breasts were full, and her muscles were frequently visible. She carried me with unusual excitement, running incredibly fast yet very smoothly, which pleased me greatly. I occasionally caressed her breasts in appreciation.

This centaur was named Delilah, a woman from the Dark family. She had grown up in the Dark family since childhood, was hardworking and capable, and physically stronger than other centaurs. She had a few minor flaws, however: she was arrogant and unwilling to be ridden by other women, even looking down on the men of the Dark family, deeming them insufficiently strong.

This was indeed the case. Over a hundred years ago, an entire clan migrated to Sky Blue City. Unwilling to be scattered and perform menial tasks, they proved their strength and were thus incorporated into the Dark family, becoming vassals and the main source of manpower for the Dark family's cavalry. This lineage had continued for over ten generations.

Having lived in the city for over a hundred years, the centaurs' lives had largely integrated into human society. They bathed daily, ate exquisite food, wore sexy but defenseless clothing, and readily accepted being slaughtered.

However, their worship of the strong remained unchanged; they took pride in serving, sacrificing for, and being consumed by the strong. Therefore, they proactively persisted in their training, strictly adhering to various training regulations and standards, upholding the centaur's values, and remaining extremely loyal to the Dark family, who in turn protected them.

However, they could sometimes appear somewhat arrogant. There had been several instances where the most outstanding centaurs in the tribe refused recruitment offers from slender nobles. These included members of the Dark family and visiting nobles. Several generations of Dark dukes did not take offense, but rather indulged them.

The nobles, concerned with their image, often idled away their days, taking advantage of women at will. They found rejection or resistance from women novel or shameful, causing a few disturbances. Since the issues were minor, the Dark dukes usually intervened to resolve them.

However, this did not change their attitude. The most outstanding centaurs served men who represented the highest honor of the tribe, and therefore deserved their pride. They had their own standards for judging men, and if these standards were not met, they would rather be slaughtered than serve men who were not strong enough.

This is actually quite normal. Although men are rare, this centaur tribe, thanks to their superior genes, often serves men. The Dark family is one of the largest human families, so having so much contact with men naturally makes it less unusual.

Delilah is a member of this centaur tribe, one of the daughters of a current centaur elder. From a young age, she was very competitive, always striving to be better than her peers. Under the indoctrination of the chieftain and several elders, she aspired to serve the best men.

She was a wild horse waiting to be conquered.

Delilah naturally knew of me, but had never interacted with me. However, she participated in my graduation ceremony, and I don't know what I did to win her heart. So, when I formed my knightly order, she volunteered.

Then, in the internal selection, she defeated more than a dozen competitors, becoming one of my potential mounts. Because she came from the Dark family, she was given priority in serving me. Even a large family like the Dark family sometimes resorts to petty tricks over such small gains.

I don't really care about these women's petty schemes, because there are too many beautiful women around me, and someone always needs to manage them. Blue Star has a wealth of experience in female management; this management system is self-contained and has penetrated every aspect of life, integrated into knowledge and faith.

Blue Star itself has its own developmental laws, and managers always have their own privileged interests.

Even in the struggle for small gains, they skillfully maintain a superficial balance without upsetting the men.

Chapter 81: The Journey.

Sky Blue City is eight days' journey from Grand Duke Tom's southern province. This refers to the speed of cavalry; infantry would need to march quickly, taking about twenty days. This is why I formed a cavalry unit; I don't want to waste too much time on the road. If it weren't for the fact that winged people can't ride, I would have tried to form a flying force.

Yu Mei constantly received intelligence from scouts and reported it to me, carefully instructing me on the experience of leading troops. She repeatedly said with envy, "Men have it much easier to lead troops than we women."

Indeed, as women, managing subordinates requires leading by example in everything; strength alone is not enough. The law strictly restricts women from leading troops; it is impossible for a woman to lead the same army for a long time, which greatly limits the opportunity for female generals to wield power. A female general like Yu Mei, in three years of leading troops, had her entire subordinate force changed five times, and most of the retired female soldiers had been devoured, while the few who did not retire were scattered during routine transfers.

Men do not have this problem at all, because serving and obeying men is determined by the temple, schools, social opinion, and social background. Men represent the goddess Hilna, and humiliating men is blasphemy against the goddess. Men have great dominance over women's bodies; this concept is deeply ingrained in every woman's bones. Even a respected female general's words are often less effective than those of an ordinary noblewoman.

On the other hand, public opinion in the military generally holds that, due to the fleeting nature of youth, most women are not mature enough and are easily swayed by small gains. Numerous examples show that when an army lacks male leadership, the chances of suffering unnecessary losses increase significantly.

Of course, this opinion is created and guided by men, and there's a lot of manipulation in this concept of "unnecessary losses," because it excludes those killed by men.

If men make mistakes, a portion of the "unnecessary losses" is included in the category of those killed by men, thus becoming "necessary losses." Furthermore, because men are scarce, an army is dispersed during wartime, meaning a man only has one chance to make a mistake. However, with so many female officers and generals, the cumulative number of mistakes is naturally dozens of times greater than that of men.

Therefore, numerically, the number of mistakes made by female officers and generals, and the number of losses they lead, are naturally much higher than those of men.

Only female officers who have long been responsible for compiling such statistics can see this manipulation: the error rate of women is directly proportional to the number of male and female officers. However, all these female officers were appointed from trusted confidantes, and each was typically executed after only a year of service. This led to a societal bias towards male leadership.

Secondly, female officers and generals were more likely to be executed for poor performance in battle, or would have little chance of promotion. After four or five years in the military, they might not have seen much combat, making it difficult to accumulate experience. Male officers, on the other hand, were easily forgiven for poor performance and could be recruited again – after dozens of battles, even a pig would learn how to fight.

Facing a group of equally inexperienced enemies, if someone couldn't even recover, they were incredibly stupid; surviving was a miracle, and retiring home to retire was the proper course of action, like some retired nobles who opened slaughterhouses, seeking glory in women with no fighting ability.

Yu Mei repeatedly emphasized that fighting and brawling were completely different concepts, and that martial prowess and leadership ability were two different things.

She would rather face an incompetent commander leading ten thousand skilled warriors than a brilliant commander leading twenty thousand ordinary people. She constantly stressed that the commander's ability determined the strength of the army.

On the battlefield, individual strength has limited impact, while skillful use of timing, terrain, teamwork, and weaponry can greatly limit the gap in individual combat effectiveness. In warfare, the contest boils down to two things: combat power and minimizing mistakes. A

skilled commander can even secure victory before the enemy has a chance to act. A foolish commander only digs their own grave.

Yu Mei had taught me these things before, but there was so much for me to learn, and warfare seemed so distant. I remembered them, but never truly understood them. Listening again this time, I grasped much more. However, the responsibility of commanding the battle rests with Yu Mei and her team. I still admire Yu Mei's focused demeanor; the confidence inherent in this woman, a few years my senior, is something I greatly appreciate.

Seeing my earnestness, Yu Mei personally reported to me whenever there was intelligence, seeking my opinion before carefully instructing me further.

"There's a village eighty li ahead, but it's halfway up the mountain. Not far away, about seventy li away, there's another village in the forest. Your Highness, where do you think would be better for the night?"

Hmm, although she always acts all businesslike, if I reach out, she always puts on a "not willing" act, then half-heartedly spreads her legs.

"Getting water halfway up the mountain might be inconvenient, but it's easier to defend, and the high vantage point offers a wide view. Let's try something new there tonight; I heard the village has some specialties."

"Yeah, that's right, but it's still quite far from the war zone... We can choose whatever we want to eat." Yu Mei started rambling incoherently, giving me a sidelong glance: "You rascal, with so many sisters with you, Your Highness already wants to eat other female beasts on the first day."

"Hehe, I know you sisters are all delicious, but you need to cleanse your palate sometimes." I chuckled, lifting Yu Mei's skirt and spreading her legs, instantly quelling her dissatisfaction. After teasing her for a while, Yu Mei climaxed as soon as I penetrated her.

Since becoming my female beast, the originally strict and proud Yu Mei has occasionally said some coquettish things when no one is around, and she's gotten used to me sneaking around while we're discussing official business. But after a while, everyone naturally found out. Thousands of eyes were watching, and besides, Yu Mei's legs always felt weak when she emerged from the carriage. Her riders and horses were also subjected to layers of questioning, so it would be strange if no one knew.

The other lieutenants, seeing how easygoing I was, followed suit, seizing every opportunity to impart their knowledge to me, while allowing me to pose her in various positions for my pleasure. I was happy to do so, combining learning with entertainment.

However, Yu Mei had been "trained" by me many times, so her endurance and willpower were relatively strong; she could continue working after her tryst. The other female generals, on the other hand, were not so good. They were either too painful to get up after their defilement or too weak from orgasms. As a result, several female generals lay naked with swollen and red lower bodies in the inner compartment of my carriage.

I don't know who designed the carriage, but the inner compartment was made into a five-tiered shelf on each side, plus the floor, which could accommodate twelve female animals to rest. At the same time, each shelf was thoughtfully covered with a cloth to prevent them from feeling embarrassed together.

On the first day of the march, we covered a hundred li. Naturally, the speed of cavalry would not be that slow, especially on a flat road.

It felt much like a leisurely outing, a relaxed and enjoyable journey. Once on the battlefield, a swift sword flashes, and I'll charge into the enemy ranks with unstoppable force; after a few battles, I'll be a duke!

As night fell, we reached the foot of the mountain. The women of the village, having been notified beforehand, dropped everything to welcome us.

In every village, people are incredibly welcoming to outsiders, especially soldiers. Usually, a man from the army will be given some time to receive their hospitality and to reciprocate with a woman or two. This is a common practice on Blue Star, even in places where the language is different.

The state of a village on Lanxiu Star can actually be gauged by its population ratio. A high number of girls of similar age indicates frequent visits from nobles; a disparity in age suggests the girls seek fertility through sperm banks in the city. Such villages are typically properties owned by conglomerates.

This particular village isn't far from Tianlan City, and it's a frequent stopover for travelers. With numerous nobles, it's a thriving village of several thousand people. Knowing we were coming, including a high-ranking noble, the village prepared a lavish welcome for us, as if it were a festival.

We occupied a small portion of the village and set up defensive lines and safe distances. I asked Yu Mei, puzzled, "Didn't you say this place is far from the war zone and very safe? Why make it look like a battlefield?" "

Your Highness," Yu Mei replied, "a person might die from many accidents because their energy is limited; they can't be constantly vigilant about every danger. But an army's annihilation doesn't have that reason. Most deaths are due to the commander's lack of caution, allowing the enemy to exploit weaknesses. Such losses are unnecessary." "

Isn't this being overly cautious?"

"Overly cautious is certainly not good. Haven't I allowed most people to rest and relax?" Yu Mei insisted.

"Hmm, you handle it. I'll go see what good food is available." I didn't know much about leading troops, so I left it to her. Ultimately, I was only interested in playing, good food, and beautiful women; fighting could wait.

"Yes, you two stay with His Highness and don't be playful!" Yu Mei instructed her two subordinates to protect me closely, and they happily agreed.

In villages like this, where the property isn't owned by individuals, there are few requirements for becoming a village chief. As long as the person is of high quality, has good meat quality, and is young and beautiful, they are recommended by the incumbent chief and selected through a lottery or competition. The basic criterion is whether they can arouse a man's sexual desire or appetite.

Each village chief's term is three to five years, but this is only theoretical; in reality, in more prosperous villages, chiefs change frequently.

The village chief doesn't have to work, but she has more important tasks: selecting and training high-quality villagers for meat, arranging for them to go to the city to conceive, and slaughtering older villagers as sacrifices for the village's prosperity. If a male guest comes, the village chief must entertain him with her body, firstly as a sign of respect for the nobles, and secondly as a way to ensure a good outcome. Therefore, it's normal for several village chiefs to come and go each year.

If the guest has a strong sexual and appetite desire, the female livestock selected regularly will be used to entertain him.

The village chief of this village is named Leia, a beautiful young woman of twenty. Her curvaceous figure was resilient; her moderately sized breasts, accentuated by her bra, created a deep cleavage. The lines of her dress clung to her slender waist, and her skirt revealed half of her long, beautiful thighs and a small portion of her buttocks. She wore embroidered sandals.

This wasn't surprising; on Blue Star, this attire was considered relatively conservative. In the city, women with even a little confidence would expose part of their bodies, using tattoos to enhance their allure.

"My lord, Leia is honored to serve you. We will do our utmost to meet any of your needs," she said respectfully, bowing.

She was clearly educated; very enthusiastic yet polite, constantly offering words of comfort and serving tea and water, but always leaving room for me to make advances. She always subtly expressed her intentions without being overly eager; she was an understanding woman.

She kept probing my preferences, subtly praising her village's specialties, hoping I'd try their food and that I wouldn't have to eat the livestock she'd brought; they could keep them for the journey.

She was undeniably a master salesperson, quickly discovering my interest in food, and then vigorously promoted her village's specialty, "Passing-by Fatty Intestines."

After

I nodded in agreement, Leia excitedly ordered the village's livestock to prepare it. I originally intended to eat hers, but she said she'd make me several extra pieces of intestines and teach me how to cook them, while the meat could be distributed to my subordinates as a reward.

What a hospitable village! No wonder it's so prosperous; there's a reason for it.

In noble etiquette, when a stranger offers themselves, at least one act of sexual intercourse is required for proper etiquette—this is basically an unspoken rule on Blue Star. Of course, the specifics are up to the nobles themselves, and many villages have quickly prospered after nobles have stayed for a period.

The villagers brought five slaughtering tables, each with five restraints to fasten the hands, ankles, and necks. The tables didn't have many knife marks, but the restraints were quite old, likely from frequent use as "live meat" (human flesh), caused by the struggles of many female animals.

"The people in this village certainly know how to enjoy life," I thought, my anticipation growing.

The villagers diligently washed the tables, making them spotless, and prepared many knives.

These knives were bought from the city and were in excellent condition.

A large pot was carefully moved to the side of the area, filled with boiling broth. This broth was from the only restaurant in the village that served human flesh; it had been simmering for decades, the fire never going out, stewing the meat and bones of female animals.

The rich aroma of meat wafted out, seasoned with a secret recipe, making my stomach rumble. Before me, a culinary master, I could immediately smell most of the ingredients—common ingredients, but years of simmering had created a rich and mellow flavor.

Not long after, Leia emerged with four naked villagers, all young women around twenty, with delicate skin, well-proportioned breasts, and slender limbs. They were clearly not women who did manual labor. They had all undergone deep enemas, their body hair shaved off, and their bodies still bore traces of moisture, like lotus leaves after rain—looking refreshingly appealing.

"Sir, we're all ready. Let's begin," Leia gestured for the women to start cooking.

"Yes, sir," I nodded.

The four women, with shy smiles, bid farewell to their family and friends. Two of them picked up their young daughters, kissed them a few times, and whispered a few words of advice.

I smiled as I watched their heartfelt farewells, remaining silent. Whenever I see the female animals showing genuine emotion, I always feel like I'm tasting fresh, delicious meat.

The four women kept telling everyone who came to encourage or say goodbye that they should eat more of their own meat and not waste it. If there was any leftover, they should pack it up and take it home.

"My lord," Leia explained, "the 'Passing-by Fatty Intestines' is our village's most delicious signature dish, reserved only for the most respected. A female animal's intestines can stretch five or six meters long, but with so many people in our village, only a few get a taste after it's been cooked." "The other parts are also delicious," Leia continued, "but the fatty intestines are the most flavorful, hence the name." "

Why is it called 'Passing-by Fatty Intestines'?" Leia replied.

"There are two reasons. First, our female animals' intestines are meant to 'pass through.' In this world, many foods pass through our intestines. Second, the purpose of our female animals' intestines is to be quickly processed—just a quick dip in boiling broth—to entertain passing nobles." "There's a story behind it," Leia said. "

Tell me."

"There was once a nobleman who liked to eat the intestines of female livestock. He saw that the soup in our village was very delicious, and he suddenly had the idea of using the intestines of live female livestock to cook in the soup. Unexpectedly, it was very delicious, and he ate three sets of intestines in one go. Because the nobleman who invented this way of eating said that he was just a passerby and that these things were contributed by the village, we should name it ourselves. So we later called this way of eating 'Passerby Fatty Intestines'."

After bidding farewell to their relatives and friends, the four women, now known as "meat women," approached. One of them took a deep breath, climbed onto the slaughter table, and lay sprawled on it with her limbs spread wide. Two villagers forcefully pulled her hands and feet apart and bound them, then stuffed a piece of cloth into her mouth.

Thus, she became a living piece of meat; once she climbed onto the table, there was no way she could survive, let alone with her mouth gagged. Begging and regret were useless now.

One villager inserted a dildo into her vagina and began thrusting it incessantly. The woman twisted her shapely buttocks, her youthful and beautiful body sometimes relaxing, sometimes tensing, her juices slowly wetting the dildo, making it glisten with a wanton sheen.

A small pot was placed behind the women, containing soup ladled from a large pot, with hot coals burning underneath.

Leia led me to the meat woman's side. "Your Highness, 'live-cooked intestines' means cutting open the meat woman's anus, pulling out the intestines, and using them in a hot pot. It's very fresh and chewy that way. Several nobles have tasted our village's 'passing-by intestines' when they passed through. They've become regulars, coming to eat here once or twice a year. Now our village has over five thousand people."

Leia said, picking up a short, sharp knife. The villager, who was using a dildo to penetrate the meat woman, forcefully spread the meat woman's fat buttocks.

"The intestines of young girls taste best when used in hot pot. Of course, young animals also have a unique flavor.

But young animals are generally only used for sacrifices; we don't usually slaughter them, so I can't really say what the difference is. If you'd like to eat young animals, I have a sister who's already thirteen years old. We have young animals of all ages. If you'd like, I'll have her make you breakfast."

The cold knife touched the meat woman's anus, and the meat woman's whole body tensed and convulsed. The impending death and agony instantly brought the flesh woman to a climax.

Leia aimed the knife tip at the flesh woman's anus, and the sharp blade plunged in. The young flesh woman trembled, the sensation of a knife being inserted into her body during her orgasm causing her to convulse, but her body was firmly held in place, only able to endure the knife slowly cutting into her anus. Tears welled up instantly, and she let out cute, whimpering screams.

But she was already flesh; no one cared about her feelings. If anyone cared, it was how long she could hold on, whether her flesh was still vibrant enough. If she was too weak, she needed stimulation to keep her alive.

Leia skillfully made a cut, severing the most elastic piece of flesh from her anus, the bright red already staining her hands. Reaching out, she grabbed the piece of flesh and pulled hard, ripping out the flesh woman's large intestine. The large, red intestines were stained with blood. Leia placed a section she had pulled out on the butcher's table and made ten crisscrossing cuts with her knife. A villager nearby continuously rinsed the blood away with a kettle of water.

After washing one section, Leia continued pulling out more intestines, while another villager dipped the prepared intestines into a pot to blanch them. The bright red intestines quickly turned white and yellow; the boiling water quickly cooked the heavily cut intestines to about 70% done.

The intestines inside the woman's body were connected to many parts of her body, covered in mucus and blood, making them extremely difficult to pull out. Leia had to delegate the task of making the cuts to others, grabbing the intestines herself and pulling hard. The woman struggled violently in pain, and Leia, panting, pulled the intestines out piece by piece.

And so, while simultaneously pulling out the intestines, slicing them into decorative shapes, and swishing them around in the pot, Leia handed over her work to the assisting villagers. She then used chopsticks to scoop up the intestine ends from the pot and cut them into sections from the very end with scissors. A villager scooped them into a bowl, added salt, soy sauce, chopped green onions, minced garlic, and other seasonings, stirred them a few times, and a dish of "Passing-by Fatty Intestines" was ready.

Leia eagerly picked up a piece of intestine and brought it to my mouth. "Sir, please try our Passing-by Fatty Intestines."

I smelled it—mmm, so fragrant! Seven-tenths cooked, young girl's fatty intestines. I swallowed it in one bite, crunching a few times before it slid right down my throat.

I couldn't wait to eat another piece, this time savoring it even more carefully. It was fatty but not greasy, chewy, and tasted so good even with the usual seasonings.

Several pieces of intestine were gone in no time, and Leia immediately cut over another bowl.

Before long, this meat-eating woman had finished pulling out all her intestines. The villagers gave a strong tug, and the woman shuddered as her intestines were torn apart. Her anus was now a gaping hole, and a large pool of blood flowed from her crotch. After rinsing with water, half the table turned a pale red.

The remaining intestines were quickly put into the pot. Several villagers, each with a heavy butcher's knife, held down the woman's limbs and began to dismember her. After chopping off all four limbs, she was turned over, and a sharp knife was plunged into her abdomen, creating a long incision. It was split open, revealing that half of her body was empty. The villagers skillfully began to process the remaining meat.

Although the main ingredient of the "passing-by fat intestines" had been taken, the meat could still be used to make many delicious dishes for others.

Seeing that I was enjoying my meal, Leia smiled and turned to the villagers. On another butcher's table, another woman was placed on it, and the knife quickly ripped out her intestines. When I had finished eating all the intestines from the first woman, it was time to eat the second one.

The second meat woman's intestines were quickly swallowed by me. I nodded in satisfaction and asked Leia to make some other delicacies; it would be a waste to only eat one kind.

Leia kindly cut open the meat woman's belly, removed the most attractive part of her lower abdomen, and quickly sliced it into small pieces. She then cooked it for me and brought me some broth.

All four meat women had been slaughtered. Leia washed her hands and led me to the last slaughter table.

Leia was a little hesitant. "My lord, you've already tasted the passing-by intestines, so please eat Leia too."

A cultured female beast is different; she doesn't make direct demands, which would make her seem uncultured. Instead, she cooks me a good meal first before making her request.

How could I refuse such a lovely female beast? Besides, I'd learned a new dish, so I needed to practice, right?

However, I didn't rush to slaughter her. Instead, I pressed her against the table and took out my penis. Leia excitedly spread her buttocks to welcome my favor. To have sex with a man before becoming flesh is every female animal's dream.

My penis pressed against Leia's vulva, and I found she was already soaking wet. My penis slid in smoothly.

Leia had never experienced such a large penis before; it swelled until her eyes welled with tears, but she obediently didn't resist. Only when it was fully inserted did she let out a satisfied sigh.

"Ooh, sir, your penis is so big! It's filled me up!" Leia said coquettishly, squeezing her vulva.

"It's still early. A little further and you'll be pierced through." I gently thrust my penis forward, and Leia cried out, collapsing onto the table.

"Ooh, it's so full, so uncomfortable..." Leia kept twisting her body to accommodate my play.

I didn't tease a female animal about to become flesh too much; I grabbed her waist and began to fuck her hard. Leia couldn't help but moan, and soon she orgasmed several times, completely limp.

I slapped her buttocks in dissatisfaction: "Squeeze tighter."

"Waaah... I can't take it anymore, sir, Leia has no strength left..." Leia gasped for breath, her legs too weak to even stand, bent and trembling uncontrollably.

Helplessly, I abandoned the uncooperative Leia, turned around, grabbed one of the war maidens protecting me, spread her legs, and fucked her. Finally, I found a young female beast with a good figure and ejaculated into her body as a reward.

The villagers happily carried the female beast away upside down.

Chapter 83 Leia and Leilanier

I grabbed Leia and placed her face down on the slaughter table.

After several orgasms, Leia was so weak she could barely lift her hands. Knowing she was about to be disemboweled, she looked at me with hazy, seductive eyes, "My lord, you are so strong! Leia has no strength left. Please, my lord, taste Leia's intestines."

Although she had prepared herself, Leia was still extremely nervous about being slaughtered. She looked at the knife beside her with fear, imagining it would cut a large hole in her anus, and then everything about her would be taken out through that hole. She could only helplessly accept it; fear and pleading would only make her look more delicious.

She knew all too well how sharp this knife was. She had used it to slaughter six women like herself, the previous village chief had used it to dissect four women, and then she herself had been dissected with it. Now it was her turn.

When that knife plunged into her body, her life would end. But at least she would be slaughtered by the hands of a nobleman.

"My lord is so strong. At least I'm really lucky." "Being slaughtered and eaten, isn't that the fate of female livestock? I'm just a relatively lucky female livestock, but I'm still a female livestock, aren't I?" Leia thought to herself.

"Hmm, your intestines must taste delicious. Should I gag you?" I didn't tie Leia up. After several orgasms, she didn't have the strength to struggle anymore. Giving her some room to struggle would make the meat taste fresher.

"No need, Leia will try her best to endure it. Please, sir, tie Leia up... Ah~ !!" Before Leia could finish speaking, she felt a large hand pry open her buttocks, followed by a sharp pain. A sharp knife was plunged into her body from behind.

The knife was fast, digging a large hole in her anus in one go. Then a hand reached in through the hole in her buttocks, grabbed her intestines without any politeness, and pulled them out forcefully.

"Ah! Master!" Leia cried out. Clearly, I hadn't tied her up on purpose; I just liked the way flesh bounced around. What a bad master, he's so wicked, just like his penis, making people willingly give everything, even losing a great deal.

The feeling of her life and soul being grabbed, torn apart, and then pulled from her body made Leia tremble. That strange feeling was even more intense than the pain, almost bringing her to orgasm.

"Am I going to die? Ah, ah, this feeling is so strange." Leia struggled to endure the sensation of her intestines being pulled out, trying not to move. "

I can't move, waah, it hurts so much. My stomach, my intestines are being pulled out, waah, it hurts so much, the knife is cutting my intestines, it feels both painful and numb. Will my intestines be strange, like other people's? Will Master like my intestines?" The approach of death made Leia's thoughts race. She felt as if all the most important things in her life from childhood were flashing before her eyes, so familiar, yet so fast that she couldn't see or grasp them.

A powerful tug tore apart the connections within her body. Leia screamed, her legs clamping tightly together, trying to hold back the terrifying tearing sensation. When she was truly being slaughtered, she realized she wasn't as strong as she thought. The mucus and blood on her intestines rendered her movements futile. Her body heat flowed out of the opening like water, and she gradually grew cold. Leia curled up, her limbs clenched together.

Skillfully, the intestines were cut into sieves, and the blood quickly flowed out. My war maiden guard used a water jug to continuously rinse the blood, then threw the processed intestines into a pot. Although the intestines were separated from her body, Leia could still feel them clearly. She felt the excruciating pain of her intestines being cut dozens of times, and then being boiled in scalding water. After the intense pain subsided, a strange pleasure washed over her. She moaned and groaned, gently shifting her body, whether in resistance or enjoyment, it was unclear.

I continued to slowly pull out Leia's intestines, cutting as I went. Soon, five or six meters of intestines were in the pot. I yanked them off, handing the remaining portion to the War Maiden, and scooped out the cooked intestines myself, quickly preparing a bowl. With

a large chunk of her body empty, waves of pain surged through her. The pulling sensation subsided, and Leia turned to watch me devour her intestines, asking with satisfaction, "My lord, are Leia's...intestines...delicious?"

"Hmm, very good. Now I'll cut the rest." I turned Leia over. Her vaginal lining was actually excellent, reaching A-grade standards—thick and juicy.

"Please, my lord... savor it." The intense pain and weakness from blood loss left Leia exhausted. "Ugh..."

The knife plunged into her anus and cut downwards, quickly ripping open her vulva as well. Her lower body was now a gaping, bloody hole. Reaching in, I grabbed her uterus and ovaries, kneading them a few times. Leia struggled slightly in agony. Soon, her uterus and ovaries were also severed. Her abdomen was opened, and her internal organs were removed and handed over to the cooks.

Leia's abdomen and lower body were open, her internal organs emptied. Having lost too much blood, she was only able to breathe weakly.

Seeing that Leia was dying, I immediately lost interest and left the rest of her body to the other war maidens to handle.

Four cooks approached, each grabbing Leia's arms and legs and spreading her out. They then chopped heavily into her body with large cleavers, severing her arms and legs, before beheading her. They then used boning knives to cut her into small pieces. The assistants busily cleaned and cooked the food… After eating and drinking my fill, I wandered around aimlessly.

Entertainment in the village was limited, but many things were different from those in the city. Taking advantage of the evening's rest for the army, I asked this and teased that, having a great time.

The villagers were very hospitable, answering all my questions readily. Those who weren't questioned carefully kept their distance, diligently carrying out their work. If they had any tools that could be used as weapons, they would immediately put them down to avoid being misunderstood by my guards.

Not long after, a young animal, about ten years old, finished its work and cautiously approached, its hands empty in front of it.

"My lord." The young beast bowed politely to me. Her breasts, waist, and buttocks were barely developed, yet her clothes were confidently revealing. Her petite body paired with her still-childish face made her look like a beauty in the making.

"Hmm?" Although I wasn't much older than her, I was nearly an adult in height and had played with and indulged in countless female beasts. This young beast, however, only reached my chest and seemed inexperienced.

What did such a young beast want from me? If I were to have sex with her, I might accidentally kill her.

"My lord, my name is Lyranil." The young animal introduced herself timidly, clearly having mustered all her courage to run over. "Yes...yes, I'm Leia's sister."

I looked closely and indeed, she did resemble Leia somewhat. "Lyranil, hello. What do you want with me?"

"I...want to be your livestock." Lyranil bit her lip, lowering her head shyly. "My sister asked me to make your breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Is it your wish, or did your sister ask you to?" I teased her, amused.

"Yes, it's me...wanting..." Lyranil twisted her body from side to side, her hands clasped together.

"Why do you want to be livestock?" I was sometimes still curious about women registering to become livestock. It meant that the control of her body would belong to her master. I could understand older women, but why was such a young girl in such a hurry?

"Because women need a conqueror, a master," Lylanier proudly announced. "My sister told me that."

"You're only ten. You have over ten years to play with, why not live a few more years? For example, you can have a few more babies, and travel everywhere."

"No way! I'll have to wait several more years. I've been to the city a few times, and it's no different from our village. There are women everywhere, and I don't see any men. Last time, some women thought I was cute and almost tricked me into slaughtering them." Lyranil shook her head vigorously. "Besides, there are many opportunities to have children, but finding a master is very difficult. It's very easy for a master to make a female animal have children. My sister said that the sooner she becomes livestock, the easier it is for people to accept her. She's already a twenty-year-old adult livestock, and it's difficult for her to find a nobleman to slaughter her. In a few more years, she'll only be able to go to the slaughterhouse."

"Oh, then what are your requirements for becoming my livestock?"

"My lord, you've already eaten my sister, so please eat Lyranil too. Lyranil also wants to be eaten by my lord like my sister, but... my lord also wants to have sex with me once." Lyranil shyly expressed her wish.

"This request is simple, but I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it and I'll just fuck you to death." "Why do you want to be eaten?"

"Hmm... my sister said that being eaten by nobles is the best fate for us female beasts. Some women can be made into statues or specimens, but that chance is too slim." Lyranil explained that she was still very pragmatic.

"How do you want to be eaten, Lyranil? Like my sister, as a roadside intestine?"

Lyranil shook her head, "I don't like it."

"That intestine is delicious."

Lyranil still shook her head: "Not all female beasts' intestines are delicious, and it feels like wasting someone's beautiful flesh."

"Then how do you want to be eaten, Lyranil?"

"My most confident thing is my butt." Saying that, she lifted her skirt and bent over to show me her tender buttocks.

I touched it without hesitation, and inserted a finger into her slightly wet vulva. Lyranil screamed.

"Don't move!" I commanded.

Lyranil didn't dare to move, letting me examine her body at will.

Hmm, fresh and tender, smooth and sparsely haired, with a high mons pubis. So young, yet her vagina can already accommodate one of my fingers. Plenty of nectar, and incredibly sensitive; looks like a promising cannon for sex.

If she were to be cooked, deep-frying or slow-roasting would be good choices. Of course, skewering and grilling would also be excellent.

Lyranil whimpered shyly, her tender vagina clenching tightly, showing its elasticity.

Such an innocent loli! Let's keep this tender and fun animal for a while. "Alright, you'll be my livestock."

"Ah, really!" Lyranil quickly knelt down, reaching down to pull down my pants and pull out my penis.

In informal settings, registering as livestock for a noble involves several rituals. A simpler one is kneeling before him, sucking his penis, drinking his urine, or being drenched in it. It's like some animals leaving their own scented feces or urine on their territory to declare ownership.

Of course, this method was most commonly used for commoners. Sometimes, when nobles needed to collect military rations or soldiers from a village, they would stand on a high place and pour urine over the gathered female livestock below, and they would all be considered his livestock. The method was slightly more complicated for wealthy women, usually requiring a witness.

"Wow, it's so big!" Lylanier held my penis in both hands, hardly believing her eyes, as if holding her own arm. When I was having sex with her sister, she only thought her sister was suffering and was happy, but only when she actually held it in her hands did she realize its immense power.

Lylanier struggled to open her small mouth, painstakingly taking the glans in.

A strong stream of water poured into her mouth, and Lylanier felt the powerful rush of water against her throat, trying to swallow all the urine.

"Cough cough, so much!" Lylanier coughed forcefully, some of it spilling from her mouth and wetting her clothes.

"Go wash up. You are my livestock now. From now on, my will is everything to you, understand?"

"Yes, sir," Lylanier replied happily.

"Go, someone in my camp will tell you how to make a good livestock."

"Yes, sir." Lyranier skipped away.

Chapter 84 Yukine Arrives

A group of temple knights and mage knights galloped along, carrying a heavy mission.

These knights and mages were all skilled riders, riding their horses in perfect harmony, showing no signs of fatigue even after running for half a day.

If you looked closely at these knights, you would find that each of their sexy armor and clothes bore the insignia of high-ranking temple knights and mages, indicating that these knights and mages were not just pretty faces, but powerful women.

In addition to their exceptional skills, they were all great beauties. The knights were dashing and heroic, with flowing long hair and voluptuous figures; the mages were delicate and graceful, with slender figures and charming expressions.

Such a group of knights, standing in the center of any city, would make the surrounding women pale in comparison.

This outstanding group was on an escort mission. On Goddess Mountain, in the Temple of Goddess Hilna, there are many people as skilled and beautiful as her.

Besides their equal excellence, they were chosen for this mission because they were all over twenty-eight years old. Women of their strength typically age around thirty-five, which is quite close for them. The

high priestess and other male priests in the temple have many sisters to see off every day, and they don't know when it will be their turn. Therefore, they don't plan to return this time; they will seek their own destiny outside, believing that being with 'her' will bring them good fortune.

In the middle of this procession, an exquisitely designed chariot, almost floating, travels on the road. Whether on flat ground, rugged mountain paths, or gravel roads, nothing can slow its speed.

Inside sits their escort, the lovely goddess—Yukine.

Yukine is a little girl who looks only eleven years old, incredibly cute. Her rosy cheeks make anyone want to kiss her, and her voice, still childlike, is as melodious as a snowbird's song.

However, the knights dared not show any disrespect to Yukine. This seemingly immature goddess possessed terrifying power, though it wasn't apparent from her appearance.

Throughout the journey, the attendants served the goddess with utmost care and respect, trying their best to fulfill her every desire.

However, their attentive service did not bring the goddess happiness. Yukine initially laughed and joked with them, but later she simply hid in the carriage playing cards by herself. At first, she was cheerful and asked for this and that, but after a few days, she became depressed and lay in the carriage counting her fingers.

The goddess was unhappy.

The attentive attendants quickly sensed this and, unsure of what they had done wrong, became even more cautious.

The reason for Yukine's unhappiness was simple: boredom.

Yukine was an avatar created by the goddess Hilna, but unlike some other avatars, this one did not venture out and remained in a mysterious, enclosed space as a backup. Therefore, Yukine remained in a state of slumber. Hilna's avatar possessed immense divine power and also had its own independent consciousness.

While Yukine was asleep, only her consciousness wandered outside, occasionally touching the souls that had returned to the goddess's side, and only then did she learn some information.

That information was strange and bizarre, filled with a fusion of joy and pain, a conflict between faith and fear, and many instances of coercion and voluntariness.

Because each information exchange was extremely brief, and Xueyin's own consciousness was unclear, the information she received was chaotic, so she never understood what mortals were like, which greatly intrigued her.

Having finally awakened from her slumber after receiving a mission from the goddess Hilna, Xueyin didn't want to immediately complete the task and return to her slumbering state.

She wanted to have some fun, to enjoy herself to the fullest, and ideally, not return at all, becoming the goddess's avatar on the planet Lanxiu—this was Xueyin's deepest desire.

However, these thoughts couldn't be spoken aloud. If they reached the goddess Hilna, she might become an envoy patrolling Lanxiu, or she might be immediately destroyed. Xueyin didn't want to gamble, so she could only express her wishes through actions.

Unfortunately, her attendants were completely oblivious; wanting them to slow down, she devised many ways to delay them.

For example, she needed detailed information about the mission, wanted beautiful clothes and patterns, wanted delicious food, wanted fun toys… The temple had been operating on Blue Star for thousands of years, and Xueyin's requests were merely proof of their efficiency and influence.

Whatever she asked for, winged people would airlift these items within an hour—enough to open a shopping mall.

All her material needs were met, except for one thing—no one to play with.

Although the carriage looked exquisite, it actually had a huge space expanded by magic circles, with everything neatly arranged inside, leaving Xueyin alone to play.

After seven or eight days, Xueyin was completely disappointed with her clueless followers and simply stayed in the carriage to pass the time.

'Sigh, I hope this mission is troublesome, otherwise I'll be in trouble.' Xueyin crawled like a caterpillar on a small mountain of rag dolls.

Ten days later, the group arrived at their destination.

"Goddess, we've reached the edge of the forest." A mage stood respectfully outside the carriage door.

Xueyin kicked a small teddy bear away, opened the door, and stepped out.

The carriage gradually shrank, eventually becoming a horse-drawn carriage pendant hanging around her neck. It looked exquisite and adorable.

"What is our mission this time?" Xueyin asked.

The attendants exchanged bewildered glances. They had gathered so much information for her, yet the Goddess didn't even know what she was here for.

"Reporting to the Goddess, in the territory of Grand Duke Tom of the Azure Kingdom, all the temples have lost contact, and millions of souls that should have returned to Goddess Hilna have disappeared. We have reason to believe that Grand Duke Tom is researching dangerous insects and feeding them with female animals, causing their souls to lose their guides and wander aimlessly." A battle maiden immediately replied.

"Oh, is that so?" Xueyin pouted, took out her Judgment, and pointed it at the forest sky. A faint divine power flowed from her hand, and when the Judgment was halfway drawn, it transformed into an arrow.

With a whoosh, the divine arrow soared into the sky, exploding into countless tiny points of light when it reached a point almost invisible to the naked eye, gradually spreading out and enveloping the forest.

The points of light were so small that they would be completely invisible to the average person without observing the goddess's movements.

The goddess's mastery of divine power was breathtaking. They all knew this technique was called the "Divine Power Perception Arrow."

The Divine Power Perception Arrow was actually magic, but combined with archery. It involved using a bow and arrow to launch an arrow formed from the fusion of one's consciousness and power at a sufficiently high distance, then spreading it out to cover the surrounding area. It was used to survey large areas of terrain and specific situations.

After launching the divine power, the power of one's consciousness was forcibly subdivided into countless particles, allowing detection of all areas covered.

However, this technique lacked any real destructive power, and its practice was extremely painful. Dispersing one's consciousness into millions of parts was already difficult enough; receiving millions of pieces of information within minutes would instantly break even the most resolute will. Furthermore, each use consumed a vast amount of divine power, so even within the temple, very few people practiced this archery technique.

Of course, one of these attendants could use it, but with her strength, she could only cover an area of ten square kilometers, and even then, the information she received was incomplete. She needed three days to recover after each use.

Cultivating divine power was already difficult for mortals; perhaps only a goddess could afford to use it so extravagantly.

What they didn't understand was that Xueyin was deliberately wasting her divine power. Her body was sculpted from divine power, but she was ultimately just an avatar, not a true divine body.

Divine power was both a source of strength and a burden to her body, while also exerting strong control over her. To walk on the surface of Lanxiu Star, she had to diminish the value of her body, and reducing her divine power would, to some extent, free her from the control of her true self.

Of course, wasting divine power required a good reason, like this one.

"Wow, there are so many soul creatures in this forest, tens of millions of them! It looks so fun. But most of them are very weak, like they've just been born."

The attendants exchanged glances. "It seems we're right, most of the souls have wandered into the forest and become these dangerous creatures."

"Grand Duke Tom, being a man, has done such cruel things. We should request that he be given his life. We can't let him continue his rampage."

"Yes, I agree. We women offer our bodies for his pleasure, yet he even tries to harm our souls. We must stop him immediately."

After reaching a consensus, a magical message flew towards Goddess Mountain, conveying the goddess's observations and her judgment, along with their unified opinion.

"Alright, let's go in and play." Xueyin slowly withdrew a small portion of her divine power, feeling the rest disappear before she could reclaim it.

"Goddess, please wait a moment. We've found three local hunters to guide us; they'll be here shortly."

As they spoke, four figures appeared by the roadside in the distance. Judging by their attire, they were hunters from a nearby village. Their clothing was woven from animal hides and vines, covering only their genitals, giving them a wild yet alluring appearance. One of them, wearing a priest's robe, was a local priestess.

The four quickly approached Yukine, bowing respectfully. The leader's battle maiden stepped forward to greet them.

"My lords, I am the local priestess, Lamielia. I received your orders and came immediately,"

the priestess said respectfully. "These three are among the best hunters in the area, having entered this forest more than ten times and seen those insects."

"It is an honor to serve you, my lords," the three hunters knelt and said in unison.

"Rise, we need to go in to carry out an important mission, a very dangerous one. Goddess Hilna will bless you, brave hunters."

"Thank you, sir. We've already made our final arrangements before we came. Please allow us to lead the way." "

Hmm, our mission is very important, so without further ado, let's set off."

The three hunters stood up and immediately saw Yukine in the crowd. Their eyes lit up simultaneously; they were captivated by Yukine.

'Wow, what an adorable little girl! I really want to grab her and play with her,' the three hunters thought to themselves.

However, being adults, they knew they couldn't just touch such a loli-sized child among this group of highly skilled individuals.

"Ahem, let me introduce you. This is Lady Yukine, our master. From now on, all her wishes are supreme commands, understand?"

The three hunters were immediately disappointed by the War Maiden's words. However, despite their disappointment, they figured such a young girl must be the representative of some important figure or a crown prince. Judging from the respectful manner of her followers, if they were to act disrespectfully, they would likely be cut down instantly.

"Yes, Lady Yukine. Please follow us. This forest is very dangerous, especially those insects; we should try to avoid them..."

"We're here to find the insects. If there's any danger, just stay away. Leave the fighting to us," the War Maiden leader proudly told the three hunters.

"Uh, if that's the case, then it's much simpler. Let's go." One hunter stayed with them, while the other two, one on each side, entered the forest first, climbing and leaping skillfully—clearly seasoned forest veterans. December 7th, Chapter 85: Standoff.

Early the next morning, after eating breakfast prepared by the villagers, we set off. Having learned a new dish, "Passing-by Fatty Intestines," I was in a great mood.

The newly acquired female livestock, including Leilanier and Mary, along with a dozen others lacking any fighting ability, lived in a wagon that served as both a cargo vehicle and a resting place.

Everyone adored this former village chief's sister; this seemingly undeveloped little girl was innocent and cute, lively and eager to learn among her peers. Leia's warm hospitality last night was also a reason for their affection for her.

However, the fact that I had taken in such a young girl sparked gossip behind my back. Some said I had wide-ranging interests, indiscriminately "eating" girls of all ages, and possessed a strong masculine charm; others said I didn't even spare anyone, and it was a waste to eat her; such a young girl should be played with for a while, ideally lent to everyone to enjoy together.

Along the way, we traveled and stopped frequently. Knowing my love for food, the scouts who gathered intelligence for me had an additional task: to help me find places with unique culinary specialties, whether villages or cities, we would stop by whenever possible.

My subordinates, however, loved my order and actively searched everywhere. To sample various delicacies, I tried to choose ingredients from among them, and they always happily allowed me to select and slaughter them, enjoying the pleasure of being manipulated by me.

So we specifically sought out such places to camp, sometimes stopping at nearby villages after only half a day's march to learn about and taste local cuisine. Sometimes, if we missed a campsite, we would hold a bonfire party in the wild, and I would use the recipes I had learned to cook a few of the war maidens.

Since time wasn't pressing, and the front lines were only experiencing some minor skirmishes, my main force wasn't really needed for combat yet. Although this slowed our advance, the messages from the front and rear didn't urge me on.

This was practically a culinary journey, and my subordinates were constantly excited. When it was my turn to serve, each of them took off their armor, changed into sexy and alluring clothes that were easy for me to handle, and showed off their best features.

We marched for seven days, replenishing our ranks as we passed through areas controlled by powerful clans and sects. After deducting the two hundred or so men I had consumed or used, my force actually had over three hundred riders left.

Even at a slow pace, we reached the forest fifty miles from the front lines.

Because both sides were in a stalemate and lacked fortifications, the battle line was stretched thin. Both main forces were concentrated in the rear, leaving an eighty-kilometer-wide open area for scouts to scout back and forth, resulting in occasional small skirmishes. Though

called skirmishes, the fighting was fierce. Most of the scouts were ordinary female soldiers, sometimes mixed with a few war maidens. When they encountered an enemy force, they tried their luck by eliminating them. If they encountered ordinary soldiers, they might let it go, but if the enemy also had war maidens, the fighting would immediately escalate. The various clans usually had good relations, but on the battlefield, it was a matter of life and death; even sisters from the same clan showed little camaraderie.

Looking down from the distant hills, we could see four or five groups of people fighting, and many female corpses lay scattered across the vast grassland, their crimson bodies adorning the beautiful landscape, a sight that evoked a deep sense of sorrow.

As the death toll rose, the situation grew increasingly tense, though no organized groups of female soldiers had yet been killed or wounded, and neither side was prepared for a decisive battle.

One side was well-prepared, the other had overwhelming numbers, so the battle remained in a stalemate.

Upon reaching the nearest small city to the front lines, we received news that several knightly orders had already marched into the forest.

Our strategist, Mary, suggested that the main battlefield wasn't lacking in manpower; adding our three thousand cavalry would only result in more casualties. It would be better to eliminate Grand Duke Tom's true fighting force—the insects. Yu Mei and I agreed, finding Mary's words very reasonable, and decided to venture into the forest to assess the situation.

This war was different from previous ones; the appearance of the insect army had drawn considerable attention. Even disregarding the insect army, we weren't afraid of Grand Duke Tom sending tens of millions of troops.

After all, the fighting spirit of ordinary people isn't that strong. For them, war is more like a grand slaughterhouse feast held by nobles, where both sides have the autonomy to choose to kill or be killed. This largely makes war a diversion from their mundane lives.

However, if a war lasts more than six months, the fighting spirit of women will decline significantly, as has been proven time and again throughout history. Therefore, to wage a protracted war, rotational warfare is the most important tactic. But the issues of recruit combat effectiveness and discipline arising from rotational warfare are also a concern.

So, from a strategic perspective, Grand Duke Tom is at a disadvantage fighting against the entire nation with only a small territory.

With a population of over 10 billion in the Azure Kingdom, if each noble sends 10,000 men in rotation, tens of millions of soldiers could drown him with human flesh.

That's the theory, but a civil war is still a civil war. A country prioritizes stability. If the casualties are too heavy, it will cause panic among the people. If another batch of nobles dies, the country may very well fall into disintegration.

Now that Grand Duke Tom has created so many insects to kill women, the civil war he has started is no longer just about killing people; it's a direct attack on the Azure Kingdom's regime. His insect army is a direct provocation against the goddess Hilna.

This is absolutely unacceptable. Both royal and divine authority strongly oppose such behavior.

People sometimes act irrationally in the heat of the moment, and the greater a person's power, the more people will pay the price for their actions. A long, mundane life can drive someone who values fame and fortune mad, making them want to pursue more thrills at all costs, even though they know the consequences will be severe.

Perhaps many can understand Grand Duke Tom's actions, but that doesn't mean they can accept them.

Now that Grand Duke Tom is preparing to wage war because of his damaged reputation, he has attracted immense attention.

What I need to do is stab Grand Duke Tom in the back and annihilate his insect army before the war truly begins.

Multiple intelligence sources indicate that Grand Duke Tom's several private territories combined can only support less than 500,000 insects to form an army, not counting the larger insects that may still be kept secret and require even more space. This forest, spanning over 100,000 square kilometers, was the perfect place to house these insects.

This previously little-known Carlos Forest became the key to this war.

However, just one day before we were to enter the forest, shocking news arrived:

an army of over four thousand—the Lynx Knights—had disappeared in the southern forest.

Four highly experienced hunters had set out three days earlier, relentlessly tracking and investigating. Analysis of the traces they found indicated they had been attacked by a swarm of several insect species, and almost everyone, including Commander Sam, had become their meal.

It was said that "almost" because one of the hunters found some traces proving that the area had been cleared. Some of the female soldiers who had survived were discovered by the enemy clearing the battlefield, leading to several resistances. However, outnumbered, a few female soldiers surrendered and were taken away, while many more were killed on the spot. The hunter stated with absolute certainty that the dead female soldiers were pierced through the body with seven or eight spears and then decapitated, not torn apart by insects.

The fate of the female soldiers who were taken away was not important; they would simply be tortured and then fed to insects or killed. So much time had passed that there was no longer any need to track them down.

The Lynx Knights were one of the ten knightly orders sent to the southern forest by Her Majesty Queen Jia. Formed more than three years ago, they were a mixed infantry and cavalry knightly order with considerable experience in forest and mountain warfare.

"The estimated number of insects exceeds six thousand, and there are more than six different types of insect corpses on site, including flying ones?" In my car, I was looking at the documents while Yu Mei waited for me to finish reading the intelligence. "The ratio of insect casualties to the Lynx Knights' casualties is between one and five."

I pondered for a moment. On average, one insect could take down five soldiers, making them incredibly powerful insects.

Military warfare is different from arena battles. In an arena, it's normal for one insect to kill ten gladiators, but on the battlefield, soldiers have fortifications, specialized weapons and armor, and teamwork. Dense volleys of arrows are the bane of flying insects, and shield lines are not easily breached. With mages and battle maidens cooperating, their combat power isn't simply the sum of their numbers; it's multiplied.

Most of the Lynx Knights' members are ordinary people, but after three years of operation, even if most are ordinary and their combat strength isn't high, their experience is considerable. Even so, the casualty ratio was so high, indicating that these insects' combat power was almost on par with average-level War Maidens, and their defensive capabilities were far superior to those of armored, shield-wielding War Maidens.

Meanwhile, the Lynx Knights were wiped out so silently, even their commander didn't escape, which was undoubtedly a blow to our morale.

Yu Mei, dressed in a solemn military uniform, the supple armor perfectly outlining her tall figure, the loose armored skirt hugging her strong hips and thighs, her spirited face filled with anger.

"Grand Duke Tom's rebellious intentions have become apparent, and the insect army has already formed a considerable force, consciously launching preemptive attacks against us. Count Sam's Lynx Knights are a very experienced army; although they were attacked unprepared, their complete annihilation still demonstrates the considerable combat power of these insects..."

Yu Mei's judgment was correct. Since Grand Duke Tom attacked the Lynx Knights in the forest, it meant there was indeed a powerful insect army within. In any case, entering the forest to annihilate them was imperative.

Turning to look at Yu Mei's attire, I could tell she was preparing to lead the vanguard into the forest, radiating a fierce fighting spirit.

I picked at my ear, "Yu Mei, you're so alluring today."

Yu Mei's serious expression froze, she glared at me with shame and indignation, but took two steps back. Today, she had specially worn her battle uniform. If I were to have sex with her before the campaign, she probably wouldn't even be able to lift a sword.

How could this battle-hardened warrior accept that!

I looked at the terrified Yu Mei with amusement. Her expression of shame, anger, and humiliation aroused a strong desire to desecrate and conquer her. I loved to desecrate this female general when she was serious. Her shameful yet wanton resistance always fueled my desire to conquer.

"Your Highness, no… tonight, please, tonight, okay? Tonight you can do whatever you want." Yu Mei resisted weakly. Her body was already very sensitive to me; just a touch from me was enough to make her wet.

Hearing Yu Mei's promise, I stopped my fingers inside her and whispered in her ear, "You said it yourself, tonight you'll be hanging upside down like a horse, let me fuck you, hmm, just like this. Okay?"

"Ugh..." Yu Mei was immediately stimulated to orgasm upon hearing my request.

She had once seen a strong female animal bound up like a horse, hanging in mid-air, legs wide open and unable to struggle, being fucked from behind by me for more than ten minutes, only able to moan softly, being fucked to orgasm after orgasm, and finally fainting. Because her lower body was seriously injured, Lina was too lazy to call a magician to treat her, and directly sent her to the kitchen to make stew for His Highness to nourish his body.

If she were fucked like that, even if she had profound inner strength, she would probably be too weak to ride a horse for three to five days. This bad prince, always teasing her, so many sisters are looking forward to it day and night, but he has to come to her. If only His Highness would treat me like this after the war, even if it meant being turned into a body pillow for him to play with.

Having teased her enough, I released Yu Mei, who had slumped onto the coffee table. "The hunters should be here by now, let's set off."

"Huff, huff, yes, Your Highness." Yu Mei catching her breath for a while, then got up again, looking refreshed.

Chapter 86: Marching into the Kalosa Forest

Although I had been joking and playing around with my subordinates along the way, once they knew we needed to be ready for battle at any moment, they immediately transformed into sharp spears in my hands, pointing towards my target. With the hunters' assistance, everyone was covered in camouflage nets and woven straw hats, and all the horses had their hooves wrapped.

The dozens of carts we brought were left in the city, all the supplies were put into our spatial equipment, and the remaining two thousand men were distributed among themselves.

The logistical pressure of the war on Blue Star was not great.

Firstly, the area was rich in resources, and the price of food was very low. Even in the wild, there were many things to eat, making it easy to obtain food. Secondly, women don't eat much. The grain carried by one horse is enough for three people for over a month, and if transported by cart, it can feed a team of fifty for over a month.

The men's food mainly comes from their female soldiers. Slaughtering one or two female soldiers a day is enough for them, and any excess meat is distributed among the women. A team of at least several thousand people can be gathered from inhabited areas for rations, so there's no need to worry

about them going hungry. The only things that need to be prepared are weapons, shields, and armor, which are also the main expenses of war. Because siege warfare is rare, large war machines are also rare, as city defenses are extremely vulnerable to magic, and building a giant city that can withstand magic is both costly and pointless.

With everything prepared, after a brief mobilization, over three thousand riders pounced into the Kalosa Forest like cheetahs.

The Kalosa Forest is densely wooded, but there aren't many towering trees; instead, low shrubs have strong vitality and regenerate very quickly. A refreshing, cool breeze blew in from time to time, rustling the leaves, and sunlight filtered through the trees, dappling the entire forest. Small animals occasionally peeked out, only to quickly scatter at the sight of approaching humans.

The vanguard, led by war maidens, wielded their swords, clearing away bushes that obstructed the movement of the people and horses, startling many animals.

Some small creatures fell victim to this, being shot down by vigilant arrows and becoming a midday snack.

Although navigation was difficult in the forest, my party included many mages, making finding directions and locating objects a breeze for them; they could even maintain contact with the rear of Sky Blue City. Therefore, we had no worries about the route.

The hunters' task was also very simple: scout for dangerous animals and avoid them as soon as possible, or have the mages simply blast them to pieces. If they encountered a large, overconfident magical beast, a mage squad would freeze it into a block of ice and then blast it into mincemeat.

They also tell us where there might be dangerous plants. These plants, which are good at lurking, are more annoying than large wild animals. They don't move until they strike, and when they do, they hit their target. Those attacked are often either killed or injured. They are very difficult to spot and are hard to defend against. Once a plant that is about to attack is discovered, a few fireballs will immediately blast it into pieces and burn it to ashes.

As for the fire problem, the mage simply collected some moisture from the forest and created a light rain, which solved the issue.

Along the way, we advanced with overwhelming force, the warriors and mages working in shifts to clear the path. Almost no animals dared to hinder our progress, and by noon we had penetrated thirty miles into the forest. Despite

our formidable strength, we weren't without casualties. One horse was attacked by a hidden vine, its barbs piercing its lower abdomen and tearing a long gash.

As the name suggests, the vine specifically targets the groin. These vines always attack their prey from below, possessing sharp, barbed thorns. Four or five thorns can pierce the prey's stomach simultaneously, tearing out its internal organs. They are also excellent at camouflage, appearing like ordinary vines, easily misleading those who see their branches, making them extremely dangerous. Many animals, including powerful magical beasts, find them a major headache.

Such injuries could normally be healed, but she said she wanted to be my lunch, so I went along with it and killed her. I had my subordinates chop her into small pieces and barbecue her for lunch, while I kept her pair of shapely breasts for myself.

Aside from this injury, which barely amounted to my daily expenses, our gains were far greater. A female lieutenant reported to me that seven giant insects were spotted wandering around in the morning; none of these insects were caught and all were shot dead.

The Kalosa Forest has been divided into outer, middle, and core zones by humans who have explored it for years. The outer zone is about fifty miles long, where ordinary people can freely enter, hunt, and gather. Further in, the middle zone is inhabited by many dangerous magical beasts. Many precious medicinal herbs grow here, but the danger increases significantly; only teams of relatively strong battle maidens can enter. The core zone is home to some powerful magical beasts with a strong sense of territory; their battles cause landslides and earthquakes, and only highly skilled individuals can enter.

Most of the insects raised by Grand Duke Tom should be in the middle layer, a relatively secluded area suitable for the large number of insects to train and survive. If I'm not mistaken, there should be one or two permanent strongholds there.

After a short rest, we continued our journey.

Despite our caution, the plants were difficult to defend against and increasingly dangerous; by the afternoon, four centaurs and one war maiden had been injured to varying degrees. The attacks by snakes, apes, and wolves, however, were ineffective, with many killed or wounded, some even prepared for dinner.

I personally witnessed a centaur carrying a dead snake as thick as a bowl, coiled up like a small mountain. I learned from a hunter that this type of snake's meat was said to have skin-smoothing and meat-enhancing effects. Whether true or not, those women probably wanted to eat it; this snake would be a bonus for tonight's dinner.

By evening, we had basically reached the boundary between the outer and middle layers.

To guard against potential dangers in the forest, over six thousand people set up a campsite spanning one and a half kilometers, with a small river running through the center. Under the command of their general, they methodically felled branches to construct fences, traps, obstacles, tents, stoves, and other facilities.

Many women were also seen taking turns bathing in the river, laughing and joking. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the river shimmered with their laughter and the sight of their succulent bodies—a truly beautiful scene.

Everything proceeded with a tense but orderly pace. I watched with great interest as the female soldiers built their various structures, occasionally playfully teasing them, kissing one, touching another, and when the mood struck, finding a spot to lean against them and enjoying their tender, firm bodies. This made the working female soldiers both shy and delighted, their hearts fluttering with desire.

Soon, my tent was erected. They had trimmed a tree trunk to use as a support, and inside, a layer of flexible netting protected the top, in case anyone tried to tear the tent open from above. Although there were sentries patrolling the trees, everything was done with the best of a precaution.

A few campfires burned in the center of the camp, their light contained within a small area, preventing it from illuminating the outside. Yet, the camp remained bright and airy. The mage had used a simple spell: fireflies.

These tiny orbs of light floated throughout the camp, their soft glow reaching every corner without attracting attention. This basic spell consumed almost no magic power, making it incredibly practical. If used by a more advanced mage, it would also have a warning effect; anyone touching it would trigger the mage's own awareness.

This was my army's first true outdoor encampment. Seeing it firsthand, I finally understood what a well-trained and experienced army should be like.

No matter how I observed, I couldn't find any weaknesses. Even when resting, my army was as prickly as a hedgehog.

Every five steps there was a visible sentry post, every ten steps a hidden one. Attacks, espionage, and assassinations were impossible; the patrols and defenses were tightly linked. Unless attacked by an army of equal strength, it was impossible to get close. And if the attacking enemy wasn't powerful enough, the consequences would only increase casualties.

I couldn't help but sigh; everyone has their own expertise. If I were in command, I'd probably just draw a circular camp, arrange for some to rest and others to patrol in shifts, maybe adding some kind of code. If an elite force were to charge, chaos would erupt immediately.

Even setting up a camp requires so much knowledge and detail; it seems warfare demands even more.

Fortunately, I had many generals and advisors like Yu Mei assisting me; otherwise, no matter how large the army, I'd likely suffer a crushing defeat, without even understanding why.

After inspecting the area and learning quite a bit, I went to the river to choose my dinner.

This small river was a tributary, quite wide but not deep, with a gentle, crystal-clear current.

The sounds of lighthearted laughter could be heard from afar, especially comforting in this perilous forest.

What woman doesn't love beauty? What woman doesn't love cleanliness? After a day of vigilant travel through the forest, my body was exhausted and sticky; how could I resist such a clear river! Who knows how many more days it will be before I can bathe again?

Thinking of these beautiful female beasts, their skin smooth and white, freely displaying their youthful vitality, I suddenly felt a surge of thirst, almost drooling. I imagined picking out a few later, washing and preparing some delicacies, then sharing them with these female beasts, and having a few of them perform some alluring dances.

That's life! As a nobleman, one should enjoy the best wherever one is, shouldn't one?

I saw over a hundred beautiful female beasts splashing and playing in the water, occasionally letting out a scream of being attacked, followed by another round of chasing and frolicking. A dozen or so centaurs sat quietly in the river, scrubbing each other's smooth, shiny furs, watching their masters play and laughing, chatting softly with smiles. Several female beasts also mingled in the crowd, causing mischief, while two petite catwomen perched on the backs of the centaurs, scratching them with their tiny paws.

These past few days, my extraordinary talents and love of food have won unanimous praise from these female beasts. Upon seeing me, the beautiful female beasts stopped their frolicking. Ignoring their nakedness, they boldly thrust out their firm breasts, displaying their alluring figures, and enthusiastically invited me to bathe with them.

I laughed and, after having my guards undress, stepped into the stream. The female beasts immediately surrounded me, vying to wash my body.

One war maiden used her ample breasts to rub my arms; her obedience was met with my caresses, bringing her to a climax. The other female beasts immediately followed suit, pressing themselves against my body, using their soft breasts as towels to wash me. Some war maidens even held their breath and submerged to wash my legs and feet.

It felt incredibly good. I was lifted from the water by the female beasts, my entire body rubbed with their breasts, as if lying on a waterbed made of breasts, my soul feeling as comfortable as if floating on a cloud.

"Your Highness, what would you like to eat today?"

"Tonight is our first day in the forest, so why don't you slaughter a few more female animals to celebrate and bring good luck?" the female animals suggested. "Yes, yes, look, all of us sisters are cleaned and waiting for you to choose."

A female animal boldly grabbed my penis. "Your Highness is already very thirsty. Hehe."

I pulled her into my arms, skillfully inserting a finger into her vagina. After a few strokes, she began to writhe her body, emitting seductive moans. "Ah, Your Highness...you're so naughty..."

"Hmm, not bad, your waist is flexible and strong. You're one of them. Tonight, I'll use you as a live, boiled woman." I rubbed her G-spot hard twice, and she immediately convulsed and orgasmed.

"What about me? What about me?" More female animals excitedly surrounded me.

"Your Highness, you can't be biased. Look at them!" The female animals chattered, demanding that I examine their bodies.

In this way, I selected four more female animals, adding to the five injured this afternoon, making a total of ten female animals for tonight's dinner. The selected female animals happily went to get enemas and have their fur shaved. The remaining female animals also went to help.

Tonight was another busy and wonderful night.

Chapter 87 Military Camp Dinner (Part 1)

The five war maidens designated as livestock were taken downstream to be washed and cleaned. A dozen or so stoves were set up not far from the riverbank, and various large pots, knives, butcher tables, and seasonings were taken from their spatial equipment.

Large quantities of fruits, vegetables, and wild greens were brought out, washed in the river, and then handed over to the cooks for cutting and cooking.

The war maidens dragged out two large, already dead snakes, gutted them with daggers, took out their gallbladders and gave them to me, discarding the rest of their internal organs. Soon, the two snakes were chopped into more than a dozen pieces. The war maidens skillfully butchered and deboned them, throwing the snake bones into the pot to make soup, and slicing the snake meat thinly.

After my graduation ceremony, these war maidens, who had slaughtered more than five thousand livestock, were already adept at handling meat.

However, many more people with free time preferred to watch me slaughter female livestock. Seeing firsthand how the powerful prince turned female livestock into delicious food, even before it was their turn, witnessing their sisters being brought to orgasm by His Highness and becoming delicious food, was an ultimate enjoyment for them.

As His Highness's female livestock, it's only natural for him to devour us. If I could enjoy His Highness's favor, I would have no regrets.

Think of how many women never have the chance to touch a man in their entire lives, working for over a decade only to regretfully enter a factory, where they end their aging lives like products on an assembly line under a heartless butcher's knife—how tragic!

Seeing so many female livestock watching me execute their sisters with expectant eyes always gives me a special sense of accomplishment. Ending their lives with a beautiful experience, letting them bloom fully at their most beautiful moment, becoming another kind of beauty, remaining within me—what a captivating feeling!

The five wounded female livestock were cleaned early and placed on the slaughter table, waiting for me. Their injuries gave them priority in execution, but due to the extended time, blood loss made them somewhat weak.

Four centaurs and a war maiden watched me excitedly; they knew the final moment was approaching. If there's any regret, it's that I usually don't have sex with the female livestock who have priority. After all, having sex with injured female animals would affect the experience for both parties, and this also prevents them from deliberately injuring themselves to gain priority.

The methods of slaughtering centaurs, mermaids, and humans differ.

Mermaids generally prefer quick and beautiful slaughter, ideally with artistic teasing, turning into meat in pleasure.

Centaurs, on the other hand, crave relatively brutal torture; being relatively thick-skinned, they can endure more pain, and intense pain makes them feel truly alive.

Humans are much more complex. Some enjoy cruel treatment like torture, live roasting, and slow slicing; others prefer gentle treatment like being beheaded at the moment of orgasm; still others enjoy being humiliated like livestock and fed to dogs.

These are insights I've gained from years of slaughtering female animals.

First, I need to slaughter the four injured centaurs because their meat is coarser and takes longer to cook. Also, because they are the most severely injured, one is already quite weak, and if they aren't slaughtered quickly, she will die.

I approached the most severely wounded centaur with my dagger, gently stroking her cheeks and breasts. A gaping, bloody gash had been cut into her horse's back, exposing bone and gushing blood, staining half the table red in no time. I touched her horse's lower abdomen; two war maidens grabbed her hind legs and lifted her high, completely exposing her lower abdomen.

"Ugh, Your Highness, am I going to die?" The strong but weak centaur trembled slightly. This was her own choice, but feeling the cold blade approaching, her body still convulsed violently.

"Yes, are you afraid?"

The centaur shook her head, breathing heavily. "Your Highness, will you eat me?"

"Yes, I will eat one of your breasts. Your breasts are so firm and elastic." I stroked her vulva; she contracted, letting out a joyful moan, trying to relax her vulva. My hand easily slipped three fingers into her wet vulva, and after a few moments, all four fingers were inside.

The centaur comfortably stroked her breasts, feeling my seemingly magical fingers directing her to moan and sway.

Just as she was reaching her climax, she suddenly felt a slight pain in her lower abdomen, followed by a cut that seemed to make way down. The stimulation of being disemboweled didn't cause her much pain; instead, the gushing of contents brought a sense of relief.

I was already highly experienced in slaughtering female animals, knowing exactly when and how to make the cut to minimize pain and maximize pleasure—I had reached a level of mastery.

My large hand reached into her belly, and with a few slashes of the dagger, I severed most of her internal organs, then pulled them away forcefully.

The centaur let out a mournful cry that sounded both satisfied and painful. Her red and green entrails covered half the butcher's table, and blood stained it crimson, dripping down in a steady stream.

"Ah, Your Highness!" Knowing she was finished, the centaur shed two tears.

I walked to her upper body, grabbed one of her hands, and swiftly plunged the dagger into her abdomen, slicing open her upper body as well, causing more blood to gush out.

She coughed softly twice, blood spilling from her small mouth.

The massive blood loss had already weakened her greatly. To lessen her pain, I slit her neck, decapitating her in a few swift movements.

After disposing of the dead centaur's body for the other war maidens, I went to another centaur. She was breathing heavily, revealing her inner tension.

"Your Highness..."

"Hmm, are you ready?"

"Yes... Come, Your Highness."

I smiled slightly, took a broad-bladed axe, aimed the blade at her waist, and with a scream, cleaved her in two at the waist. I lifted her upper body; fragments of internal organs mixed with blood spilled out. Grabbing the organs and pulling them a few times, her upper body became an empty cavity.

I raised the axe again and chopped off both her hands, then severed her chest and waist. The dying centaur looked at me with dazed eyes. As I raised the axe to her neck, she smiled, closed her eyes, and gently raised her head.

*Snap!*

She ended her life with a smile, leaving her delicious flesh for everyone to enjoy.

There were two more centaurs. I used my sword to cut one horse in half at the waist. A war maiden grabbed the hind legs and dragged it, its entrails spilling onto half a table. The intense pain caused its forequarters to writhe and struggle, only collapsing weakly after five minutes, demonstrating the centaur's tenacious vitality.

Another centaur had its six limbs severed, leaving it bald, and then its tail and head were cut off as well.

The bodies of the four centaurs were quickly transformed into pieces of meat through everyone's combined efforts. Some were marinated with various seasonings, while others were directly put into the pot. The bones were also removed and placed in a large pot to stew—a nutritious breakfast for tomorrow morning.

I continued to prepare the remaining six war maidens.

My five "meat livestock" were tied up and hung in a row on a makeshift rack, posed in various alluring positions, fully exposing their beautiful parts for my enjoyment.

Bound like this, the five war maidens blushed with embarrassment. A group of sisters surrounded them, touching and probing here and there, making them blush and pout. Their private parts became wet amidst the teasing and joking of their sisters. The

injured war maiden's thighs were torn and bloody. After simple magical healing, scabs formed, making her look rather unsightly. Because of her injury, she was treated kindly and placed on the table to be slaughtered.

I walked up to her, and she, knowing her appearance was not very attractive, lowered her head in embarrassment.

I touched her head; her long hair was exquisitely styled, feeling wonderful to the touch.

Sensing my concern, the War Princess nestled her head in my arms.

"Your Highness..."

"Does it hurt?"

The War Princess shook her head. "I'm about to become flesh, pain isn't important."

I smiled and asked, "Then what is important?"

"Of course, it's my flesh! What if my flesh doesn't taste good!" The War Princess seemed a little aggrieved.

"Let me check." I reached out and stroked her delicate body. After a few strokes, she squirmed uncomfortably. The blade hidden in my hand, supporting her head, gently sliced open her tender neck. "Your flesh is already ripe, it will taste delicious."

"Ah, oh, Your Highness is so mean, kill me already!" The War Princess felt my fingers burrowing into her body, forcefully spreading her legs for me to do as I pleased. She felt very sleepy, forcefully opening her eyes, pleading.

"Sleep. You will become a good piece of flesh in your dreams." I gently kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear.

She slowly closed her eyes, and after a while, her body began to convulse due to blood loss, and soon she fell silent.

The female animals watching from afar exclaimed in admiration: "Wow, did you see that? She didn't feel anything at all."

"That's amazing, can you even slaughter someone like that?"

"Your Highness's technique is truly divine."

"Yes, yes, we're so lucky."

The five animals, teased by their sisters, had their eyes filled with lust, moaning shyly, yet they were powerless to struggle, only able to let out bursts of groans to relieve themselves, each of their vulva petals already soaking wet.

I walked behind one of the animals; her wrists and ankles were bound, her limbs spread wide, and she was hanging precariously in mid-air, her head looking down, so she couldn't see what was behind her. With the help of the war maidens who had come to watch the spectacle, her upturned buttocks were spread open, revealing her tender and slippery vulva.

I grabbed her waist, and my penis slammed into her like a heavy hammer.

Just moments before, the beast had been aroused to the point of ecstasy, her tight little cunt contracting in waves. Suddenly struck by such a thick, massive penis, she was startled and her body tensed, momentarily frozen in place, unable to react.

"Mmm, so good, so tight." I grabbed her waist and thrust into her relentlessly, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

After a while, she finally went limp, streams of semen continuously flowing out. I used my divine power to absorb all her semen, releasing it for a full five minutes. During those five minutes, she experienced four or five orgasms in succession, becoming so weak she was almost fainting; all her internal energy had been drained by me.

The beast was breathing heavily; even if I put her down now, she would immediately collapse to the ground. I took the dagger and plunged it directly into her lower back. She trembled again, letting out a painful moan, but quickly stopped herself.

I slashed downwards, making a large vertical cut across her waist, pulled out the dagger, and cut again, making several cuts to the left and right, severing her tenderloin. Her clothes were immediately stained red with blood. After a few

more cuts, another piece of tenderloin was removed intact. The animal trembled in pain, whimpering and crying, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't struggle. Because she knew that struggling was useless; becoming everyone's flesh was her final duty, and now she was nothing more than a piece of meat, only this piece of meat was still fresh.

Several hands reached into the two large holes in her lower back, pulling out her kidneys, intestines, ovaries, and so on. The sharp knife easily peeled them away from her body; in just a few strokes, half of her body was empty. Yet she felt a sense of relief, her whole body felt much lighter.

I slashed off her wrists and ankles, her body falling into the hands of two war maidens, who carried her to the slaughtering table to continue butchering. Her hands and feet would be made into "braised animal hands" and "braised animal feet" along with the hands and feet of several other animals.

I learned this recipe from a restaurant called "Huang Shang Huang" in a city along the way; it was incredibly delicious and perfect for passing the time.

Chapter 88 Military Camp Dinner (Part Two)

Next, I planned to make the remaining three animals into "pickled cabbage live animal," "boiled live animal," and "pounded animal meat."

After exhausting the second animal, I immediately plunged my dagger into her lower abdomen, making a long incision. She tried her best to endure it, only groaning softly. I

pulled out her internal organs and threw them into a basin beside her, then chopped off her jade hands and feet, handing them to my assistant to make "braised animal hands and feet." The animals, stripped of their hands, feet, and internal organs, were left on the slaughtering table to bleed naturally. Then I processed the remaining two female animals in the same way.

The most important thing for both "pickled cabbage and live animal" and "boiled live animal" is that the animal must be fresh, but too much blood cannot be used when cutting it. Too much blood makes it difficult to process quickly and put it into the pot, making the whole pot of meat taste like blood. If the blood is added too quickly, the animal will easily die, and then it will not be live animal meat.

However, the War Maidens are much stronger than ordinary female animals, so I can boldly bleed her.

The weak animal's hands and feet gushed out a lot of blood, staining the entire table red. The assistants kept draining the blood and constantly washing their bodies with river water. A towel was stuffed into the animal's mouth, and the following treatment was very painful.

The best part of cooking live animal meat is the meat from the body. There is more skin and less meat here, and it is rich in fat. Soak it in egg white and then put it in the pot for a while. Once the meat turns white, it is ready to eat.

Each of the six War Maidens took a hammer. Two of them used it to hit the legs, and one used it to hit the hands. For a while, there was a continuous "thump thump" sound as the six hammers hit the flesh on her hands and legs, breaking the flesh and separating it from the bone.

The animal being processed cried out in pain, its body writhing in agony, but the strength of the six war maidens was far beyond its ability to resist. In no time, the flesh of its calves and forearms was pounded into mincemeat; the flesh, already mostly drained of blood, looked fresh and delicate.

I, with my dagger, first grabbed its breasts, the blade sliding under my palm, and one firm breast was in my hand, then the other.

By this time, the animal was on the verge of death from massive blood loss and intense pain; even with its breasts severed, it only twitched slightly. I quickened my movements, pinching one side of its abdomen and slicing diagonally with the dagger, swiftly slicing the abdominal flesh. Each slice was thin, but contained skin, fat, and flesh. I skillfully sliced its abdomen, and soon one side was entirely reduced to slices of flesh.

An assistant took the sliced meat, rinsed it with water, drained it, soaked it briefly in egg white, and then dropped it into a boiling pot of soup containing pickled cabbage, greens, bean sprouts, salt, ginger, and other seasonings. The meat slices turned white visibly as soon as they hit the pot.

I sliced off most of the female animal's flesh, her hands and legs were also smashed until the flesh was separated from the bone. She was almost dead. I grabbed her head and cut her neck.

The remaining two female animals were quickly processed in the same way.

The smashed meat was thrown into a steamer, with minced garlic, salt, chicken essence, cilantro, and the like. In just half an hour, it would be a delicious dish of "smashed animal meat."

Before long, the aroma of the female animal meat wafted from the pot, and everyone took a deep breath, feeling utterly intoxicated. The war maidens each took a plate, filled it with a little of each kind of meat, and piled them together to enjoy.

"It smells so good!"

"Yeah, my mouth was watering while I was waiting. Your Highness is truly a master chef when it comes to handling female livestock."

"I love pickled cabbage with live animals the most. I want to make it like that someday."

"Your Highness's cooking skills are getting better and better. It's so good to be with Your Highness. We get delicious food and enjoy the pleasures of women."

"I really want to be made into meat by him."

"Me too. He's so strong. Being eaten by him would be the happiest thing."... A perfect banquet quietly began amidst the aroma of meat women. Everyone sang and enjoyed various delicacies.

I watched from the crowd, enjoying their graceful dancing like stars around the moon. Occasionally, I would grab one and kiss her or grope her.

The cooked meat was quickly served dish by dish. Everyone enjoyed the food and had fun. It felt like a grand ballroom.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, the subordinates were also very happy. Life is short, and the journey to war is dangerous. You never know when you might die in some disgusting place. So whenever there is an opportunity, everyone participates with great enthusiasm.

After playing for three hours, the female slaves who weren't on duty finally felt tired and left to rest.

Returning to my tent after my enjoyment, I found myself served by my close female slaves that night, including Lala, Mary, some of my inner concubines, and the dozen or so war maidens I used for clitoral stimulation during my daily training.

Since the campaign, half of my main guard had been these close female slaves, the other half newly recruited from various noble families and temples; those summoned from elsewhere had very few opportunities to serve me. At night, it was mostly these inner concubines who served me in the same tent. The war maidens used for clitoral stimulation had their hands tied behind their backs and lay face down on the pillow for my abuse.

Of course, there was also Yu Mei, suspended in mid-air by four horses, swinging gently back and forth like a pendulum. Although this female general was unhappy with my constant harassment during the day, she always tried her best to satisfy my requests, suppressing her shyness.

Now she's bound naked, exposing her most private parts, writhing in a feverish heat amidst the teasing of her sisters.

Although Yu Mei looks incredibly alluring now, I still prefer her in her sexy armor, with a righteous expression, reaching through the gaps in her skirt or breastplate to watch her righteousness gradually turn into shame and indignation, transforming her serious uprightness into a wanton appearance—that's my favorite thing.

After having my way with all the female animals in the tent, I had the limp and powerless Yu Mei put down, and played with her until late at night before finally falling asleep.

The night passed just like that, and early the next morning, someone brought the reheated meat that had been sealed away the night before to my tent. They also packed several animal hands and feet, braised until fragrant and stewed until the meat fell off the bone at the slightest touch, for me to enjoy slowly along the way.

The female animals who served me last night were all weak and sore, even a strong woman like Yu Mei was fast asleep and didn't want to wake up. This situation was expected, though. A dozen or so female soldiers carried them out and placed them on the backs of the horses that had been prepared beforehand. The horses had special long saddles; they lay on them and were secured with safety belts, making it comfortable and safe, though a little bumpy when moving. Most of the female soldiers didn't mind, finding the slight swaying quite pleasant.

Stepping out of the tent, I took a deep breath and performed a set of punches. My fists moved with my body, creating a powerful and impressive display that startled a dozen birds, causing them to scatter in all directions.

The forest morning was misty, possessing a unique beauty under the sun. The female soldiers had already packed their gear. Some were on guard duty outside, while others practiced swordsmanship and magic in their spare time. To avoid alerting the various enemies in the forest, everyone practiced only with their sword sheaths and some minor spells.

Delilah stood tall not far from my tent, looking down at the other soldiers with an air of arrogance. She had clearly become their leader. Although she wasn't given any military rank, the title "Prince Kui's Mount" was enough to elevate her status above the other centaurs.

Seeing me emerge spiritedly, Delilah approached, her face filled with adoring respect. I understood that the moans of the female beasts in the tent had continued late into the night, and since only I had gotten up today, Delilah, who had been waiting nearby, was well aware of it.

On Blue Star, the most important standard for a man's strength was sexual ability, or rather, the intensity of his desires, including the desire to kill, and only then came personal strength.

Delilah's centaur family, however, prioritized their master's personal strength, but this didn't prevent them from worshipping men with strong sexual abilities. A man like me, exceeding their expectations in both aspects, was a god-like figure in their eyes.

Bathed in sunlight, Delilah's athletic physique, simply encased in sexy armor, appeared dashing and spirited. Her unremarkable looks, paired with her figure, created a unique charm.

"Your Highness, good morning." Seeing me finish my boxing, Delilah approached and skillfully helped me put on my armor.

"Good morning, are you all ready? Let's go." I patted Delilah's shoulder and leaped onto her horse.

"Let's go!" Delilah called out softly, carrying me steadily as the three thousand cavalrymen continued their advance into the middle of the forest.

The middle of the forest was much quieter than the outer areas. Outside, small animals occasionally roamed about, or wolves, lions, leopards, and other scouting creatures could be seen.

As the trees grew denser in the middle, the number of animals decreased significantly, but the danger increased dramatically. Magical beasts began to appear frequently. Those who could survive in this area were all creatures with unique abilities. These magical beasts looked similar to the animals outside, but their attack methods were far more diverse; some were faster, and some had extremely high physical strength.

While my mid-to-high-level battle maidens could usually handle things alone in the outer areas, here they needed five or six people to survive.

To ensure safety, I ordered the reconnaissance teams to be divided into squads of ten, each consisting of five swordsmen and shieldmen, three archers, one hunter, and one mage. This combination could generally sustain them for over ten minutes in most situations, and nearby teams could arrive to provide support within minutes of hearing any movement.

While advancing, they were required to clear obstructing vegetation and remain vigilant. Therefore, I adjusted the route-clearing schedule, rotating the teams every hour to prevent them from becoming too fatigued.

This approach effectively controlled the danger; because of their increased energy, the battle maidens were able to react quickly to attacks, significantly reducing losses from plant attacks and monster attacks.

In half a day, over thirty battles occurred. Two of my battle maidens were killed, four were seriously wounded, and over forty were slightly injured. One battle maiden was brought to me after being impaled in the abdomen by a thorny vine.

Her injury was troublesome; it wasn't severe, but the vine had pierced her abdomen, and removing the barbs would require cutting open her abdomen.

Seeing the war princess in excruciating pain, I gently held her in my arms. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes, Your Highness, my injury is very troublesome. Treating it will delay your important business. Please kill me and let me make everyone's lunch."

"Alright." I drew my sword and severed the vine, leaving a section inside her body, and placed her on the special vehicle used to carry the incapacitated. With her were five other battle maidens, some dead and others severely wounded.

Another maiden had been bitten and carried away by a massive lion; she was the first sister in the group to meet such an untimely end, causing everyone considerable sadness.

Everyone understood that this was bound to happen eventually, and that it would become more frequent. From then on, everyone cherished their time with me even more, setting aside their shyness and trying their best to fulfill my wishes.

For the next ten days, we advanced through the middle layer of the Carlos Forest, searching for traces of various insects, mercilessly eliminating any lone insects we found. We weren't worried about being discovered by Duke Tom; the danger here was extraordinary, and even creatures as powerful as giant insects needed a sufficient number to survive.

The Lynx Knights had been attacked at the boundary between the outer and middle layers, so attacking the same army again wouldn't be easy. Moreover, my cheetah-like strength is equivalent to ten lynxes. Even if attacked, it's hard to say who will eliminate whom.

Grand Duke Tom's insects are social creatures, so these lone ones are merely guides for us, their numbers not particularly significant.

Chapter 89:

For ten days, the team cautiously advanced through the forest, searching for every trace of the giant insect, not even letting a lone one escape.

The team's losses grew daily; almost every day, battle maidens were killed by ferocious and treacherous animals and plants, and many were abducted. Although no one said anything while I was with them, I felt somewhat disheartened.

The Kalosa Forest was vast, and various dangers caused my female beasts to suffer abnormal losses from time to time, killing a large number of animals unrelated to us, while we found very few insects. This pained me greatly; they were all my property, my food and ingredients! They were all A-grade or higher female beasts! How could I not be saddened by such losses?

To minimize losses, I further increased the number of patrol teams to fifteen men per squad. Several more teams were also added to clear the way, bringing them closer together and facilitating support.

Just when I was feeling frustrated, Mary's value became apparent. This long-legged scholar had been studying maps and making drawings on them for the past few days. I'd seen her draw twice, but I didn't know what she was doing; I just thought she was outstanding in her speech, manners, and social etiquette.

It wasn't until one night ten days later that I realized she wasn't just a pretty face.

She had compiled statistics on all the insects reported by the War Maidens over the past ten days and marked their locations. On the third night, during our night together, she showed me the data and pointed out three suitable locations in the Carlossa Forest for building such bases—locations with convenient access to water, supplies, and transportation, and easy to defend. I told her which bases should be in these places.

I was overjoyed and gave her a good time, almost killing this strategist. But even so, she was injured in her genitals and unable to move for several days.

The next morning, I led my troops in a new direction, heading straight for the nearest location.

Sure enough, after two days of continuous marching, we encountered various insects. The density of these insects increased, and the number we encountered each time also grew. In two days, we eliminated over three hundred insects of various kinds.

Encountering so many insects clearly meant we had chosen the right direction.

These insects were already adults, requiring a large area, so we had to use this free-range method. Most of the surrounding animals had already been cleared out. Most of these lone insects were scattered in different places; perhaps a signal could gather them together to form an army.

My war maidens struggled forward in this dangerous place… A 15-person scout team advanced through the forest. Most of them walked, carefully using shields for protection, clearing a path with their swords. All the small trees and bushes were cut into pieces and laid on the road to ensure a clear view for the main army.

Archers and mages rode on horseback. The archers, bow in one hand and sword hilt in the other, vigilantly surveyed their surroundings, ready to provide support at any moment. Within fifty paces, no target could escape a fatal arrow.

The mages, meanwhile, prepared their spells, ready to unleash them at any time.

Mages were physically fragile and couldn't wear heavy armor, only protective robes, so they were carefully positioned in the center of the group. But no one dared underestimate them. A mage with time to prepare was invaluable, able to increase the warriors' strength, attack, defense, and speed; heal them; help them defend against various restrictive measures; and, when needed, unleash devastating offensive spells capable of instantly destroying an entire grove of trees. Under their overwhelming onslaught, few could survive.

Although the thicket was dense, it was still relatively easy for the battle maidens; they only proceeded cautiously, worried about what dangerous creatures might leap out from within.

"Nalan, be careful. The branches there are too dense. Let's use wind blades to clear a path."

"No need, I can manage. The team is already moving slowly enough; we can't delay any longer." A beautiful young woman with double nines firmly refused. She had bright eyes and white teeth, healthy tan skin, and long, smooth hair that cascaded down her back from the gaps in her helmet. She was curvaceous and agile. She skillfully slashed at the branches and leaves blocking her path with her sword, carefully advancing with a dozen or so sisters.

"...Alright, be careful. We've lost so many sisters these past few days; His Highness is very distressed."

"I know, you're so nagging. You're almost at the legendary menopause. I'm saving this beautiful body for His Highness to enjoy. I'll be careful."

The war maiden who was trying to persuade her rolled her eyes at her.

"Watch out!"

A giant insect suddenly rushed out of the bushes, opening its huge mouth to bite Nalan. Nalan raised her shield in time to block, and the huge force knocked her back several steps. With a series of

swift arrows, three sharp arrows pierced the giant insect's body in an instant. The arrows fired by the battle maidens were extraordinary; the insect's hard armor was rendered useless, and the arrows penetrated halfway into its body.

"Hah!" Several battle maidens roared, fiercely pouncing forward and slashing at the giant insect with their swords.

In recent days, they had killed many such insects; the giant insects, which were extremely difficult for ordinary people to deal with, no longer posed a threat to them. The group attacked from different directions, providing cover for each other. In just a few moves, the front half of one of the giant insects was severed, and a pool of slime and pus gushed out like a fountain.

The battle maidens retreated in disgust. "Another one, how disgusting."

"Huff, huff, so tired." Suddenly attacked and after a period of intense fighting, Nalan was covered in sweat.

"It's been almost an hour, take a break, Nalan." A captain handed her a pot of water. "You did a good job. This is bone broth I secretly brought, made by His Highness himself, as a reward for you."

"Hehe, really? Captain, when do you think His Highness will eat us?"

"Hmph, with so many sisters, it's hard to say. But today our team eliminated twenty bugs, and adding to what we did before, based on our merit, I might get His Highness's favor once. Maybe His Highness will eat me." The beautiful captain was writing in a small notebook, with dates and a dozen tally marks.

"Ah, Captain, that's so mean, not even including us when serving His Highness." One of the team members joked. "That 's right, that

's right." Several team members smiled and teased.

"You guys, if I could take you along, His Highness would be exhausted. Let's make it clear, if I get eaten by His Highness, who will be the captain?"

"Hehe, Nalan, come on. She's working so hard..." A battle maiden winked at Nalan.

"Ugh, you're so mean!" The two girls started playfully fighting.

As the number of insects increased, everyone realized they were approaching the insect breeding base. If a battle broke out, countless sisters would likely perish in the insects' bellies, their beautiful flesh rendered inedible. Just that morning, one of the sisters had been bitten by a giant insect, half her body torn to shreds, only her lower body was saved.

The sisters politely declined the squad leader position, essentially leaving their good fortune to others.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. Let's clear a bit more before the replacement arrives." Nalan, having been recommended as squad leader, was in high spirits and felt she couldn't stop for a moment.

"Hehe, Nalan's got a crush, huh? So eager to make a name for herself." The sisters laughed, picking up their weapons and continuing forward.

Nalan vigorously wielded her sword, feeling full of energy, completely oblivious to the fatigue of an hour of clearing the path.

"There seems to be movement..." An archer on horseback signaled for everyone to stop.

"Really?" The other battle maidens exchanged bewildered glances.

"I don't know, there are so many noises in the forest, I can't figure it out."

"If you're unsure, let's continue, just be careful."

Just as they hesitated, a giant insect swooped out from not far away, followed by another, and then four or five giant insects emerged, heading towards the small group.

Then, some strange-looking black snakes slithered out stealthily. Several giant wasps, each about the length of two people, also flew out, their round, bulging tails bearing a thin needle over a meter long, looking like a slightly curved piercing rod, making them terrifying.

A signal flare flew up and exploded in mid-air, and the battle maidens and centaurs immediately engaged in a melee with the insects. Attacked by so many insects at once, the group scattered. However, if they held on for a while, more companions would soon arrive to support them.

One battle maiden was dodging a giant insect's tail swipe when suddenly a warning signal struck her. She raised her shield behind her, but it didn't block much of the attack. Just as she was wondering what was happening, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her vagina. Something cold scraped against her vulva from below, tearing through her uterus and burrowing into her body.

"Ah!" Feeling her internal organs being frantically torn apart, the woman's most vulnerable part attacked, she screamed in agony, clutching her stomach and collapsing to the ground, losing most of her fighting strength. Although she managed to grab the thing burrowing into her body in time, the giant worm took the opportunity to spray a stream of sticky fluid onto her body.

The warrior who was sprayed quickly felt a burning heat all over her body, while the coldness that had burrowed into

her body actually gave her a feeling of comfort. She involuntarily let go of her hand, and the thing burrowed all the way into her body. "Ugh, ahh." She knew she was finished. The thing inside her was tearing at her internal organs, yet she was still masturbating on her own.

Taking advantage of the warrior's carelessness, a giant bee grabbed her arms from mid-air and hoisted her up. Before she could react, its huge, sharp beak bit into her neck, and the poor warrior instantly became a headless corpse. The giant bee's huge mouth held her severed neck, sucking her blood greedily.

Another giant bee snatched up a battle maiden, flew to a large tree, and pinned her against the trunk. The maiden's hands and one foot were firmly gripped by its six slender legs. She screamed in terror, kicking the bee's abdomen with all her might.

With a 'plop,' the impatient giant bee's long stinger pierced her vagina. The struggling maiden shuddered, instantly losing all ability to resist. Amid her trembling moans, the bee slowly continued to pierce the remaining part of the stinger. Soon, the bloodied tip emerged from the maiden's mouth.

The giant bee hissed triumphantly, intending to fly away with its still-living trophy. Suddenly, a huge fireball flew up from beneath it. The giant bee immediately shifted sideways slightly to dodge, but carrying the weight of a person, it only avoided the direct impact of the scorching fireball.

'Boom!' The fireball exploded massively, sending several giant bees flying through the air. The giant bees and battle maidens directly attacked were blasted into charred pieces.

The carefully protected mage played a crucial role, casting "Acceleration" spells on her allies one by one, then unleashing a barrage of fireballs and explosions, preventing the insects from swarming her. She even killed four or five flying giant bees, greatly relieving the pressure on the front lines. Although the situation remained dangerous, it had significantly improved, becoming a stalemate.

More insects emerged from the bushes ahead, carving paths through the low-lying trees.

As the situation grew increasingly dire, several more battle maidens were pounced on and bitten by the insects, becoming bloody messes. Even the archers had to draw their swords and fight the insects, while the centaurs, wielding spears and swords, fiercely charged into the swarms. Only two centaurs remained in the center of the formation, protecting the mage as she cast her spells.

However, the intense spellcasting quickly exhausted the mage. Several more fearless giant bees appeared from nowhere, and the squad was about to be surrounded by various insects.

Chapter Ninety: The Battle.

Just then, Lala, using her flying magic, arrived at the battlefield first. This genius magical girl, seemingly weak and frail in bed, was exceptionally fierce when facing enemies. With a wave of her hand, dozens of sparks appeared around her, swirling and quickly turning into fireballs, which then instantly glowed red-hot.

"Disgusting insects, die!" Lala shouted, pointing her slender finger, and the fireballs immediately flew towards the battlefield.

'Boom boom boom…' The fireballs exploded around the battlefield.

Several trees had their crowns blown off, and the giant bees that were close to the battlefield were blasted around, falling to the ground, none able to get up. The giant bees on the outer perimeter that hadn't yet approached immediately scattered and fled.

People and insects on the ground were thrown to the ground by the shockwaves, temporarily incapacitated.

Because of her excellent control of the impact, the warriors and insects fighting fiercely in the middle were only knocked down by the blast wave, while the outer insects were blown to pieces, with more than a dozen dead or wounded.

The insects that were still able to move were frightened by the explosion and scattered in all directions. Lala ignored them, only using magic to kill the insects that couldn't escape in time.

From start to finish, Lala only took a little over half a minute to reverse the situation, and within two minutes she had dealt with more than a dozen insects and saved the remaining warriors.

Her keen battlefield awareness and effortless use of magic truly lived up to her name of 'genius'.

The heavily damaged warriors quickly cleaned up the battlefield and helped the survivors. At this time, the other teams also arrived. Seeing that the battle was over, they began to help clean up the battlefield.

Upon taking stock, the fifteen-person team had lost four battle maidens, one humanoid horse, and six wounded, but all were minor injuries and would be healed immediately with a little magic.

The battle ended, and the two battle maidens sobbed. It was the first time they had witnessed such a gruesome death; their sisters had been torn apart and shredded in fear and agony.

"Captain, Captain!" Nalan cried, clutching the captain's upper body. The captain's slender, graceful body was reduced to nothing but her upper body; her beautiful buttocks and legs had been shredded into pieces by a giant worm. Blood and internal organs spilled from a large hole below her waist, staining the ground crimson.

The weakened captain awoke. Her once vibrant lips were pale from blood loss, and her beautiful face was gaunt.

"Nalan…am I dying?"

Nalan didn't know how to answer, only nodding slightly, sobbing.

"Don't…cry, I didn't…have His Highness's favor, this is…my fate. Nalan, I beg you for one thing."

Death approached, but the captain wasn't overly sorrowful. Perhaps having witnessed her sisters' gruesome deaths several times, she was already prepared, but a lingering regret remained in her heart.

Nalan nodded vigorously. "Captain, you said it, and I will definitely help you complete it."

"If my flesh is still...edible, take it back for the sisters...to taste. I'm...a Rank A female animal..." The captain wanted to say something more, but her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she gently closed her eyes.

Nalan wiped away her tears, silently examined the captain's body, used her sword to cut off part of her waist, removed her internal organs, and placed her upper body in a basket on the back of the horse that came to collect the meat. On top were some jade hands and beautiful legs of unknown origin. Their owners originally had the opportunity to be favored by the beloved prince, to be slaughtered in pleasure, and to be carefully prepared into the most delicious food. Now they were all in this state, incomplete, and unrecognizable.

Whenever there were casualties, everyone would collect the more intact pieces of flesh to take back, so that the flesh of the sisters who died in battle would not be wasted in this forest. As for the sisters who were kidnapped, there was nothing that could be done. Perhaps one day I too will face such a fate, and I wish my body were intact, rather than being completely devoured by insects and wild beasts… As if sensing the approaching danger, or perhaps Lala's magical bombardment had alerted the enemy, various insects began attacking us frequently after the afternoon. They gathered from all directions, initially in waves, but later forming a continuous, overwhelming army to attack us.

Yu Mei immediately adjusted the advance strategy, switching to a 500-strong force advancing in a flat formation. The wide attack surface left the insects with nowhere to hide and no way to surround us. The first formal clash between the Cheetah Knights and Duke Tom's insect army suddenly began.

For an entire afternoon, the battle raged on, with booming explosions echoing throughout the forest. As a team, we were not afraid at all. Relying on our formidable strength, the force advanced step by step, leaving behind countless insect corpses and many charred, smoking trees.

Later, the number of insects increased, attacking us like a tidal wave.

The insects outnumbered us, but we prevailed through strength and teamwork. Our vanguard of over a thousand fought a fierce battle against them.

Lala and Yumei commanded the battle from the front lines, and our three hundred-plus mid-level mages carved a blood-soaked path through the forest. Whether fast, slow, tough, agile, or even flying, countless creatures perished before they even got close.

Mages have limited mana; an ordinary army bombarding us with spells like this would likely run out of mana in an hour. However, as time passed, we slowly advanced, our magical bombardment continuing for two hours.

I led two thousand cavalry to the rear to provide cover.

To call it "supporting the rear" was a euphemism for cooking and enjoying a feast, rewarding our victorious subordinates while watching the thrilling magical projections. The enormous, realistic projections showed just how intense the battle was. My warriors were also filled with fervor, eagerly volunteering for the fight. However, I felt that sending too many troops would easily crush the insects, and the enemy probably wouldn't send more, so I didn't agree.

To prevent the vanguard's flanks from being attacked, I sent 500 men to clear the bushes on both sides of the vanguard, preventing the insects from outflanking and cutting us off.

Wounded soldiers were brought down frequently; those with minor injuries received immediate treatment and were replaced by other soldiers to rejoin the battle. Those who would be crippled or seriously wounded were personally executed by me, and edible parts were cut off for cooking.

After two hours of fierce fighting, my main force advanced three times. Later, the insect corpses practically blocked the road, and their species became increasingly homogeneous, indicating that the enemy's forces could no longer sustain multi-dimensional warfare. Near dusk, the attacking insects retreated, leaving behind thousands of corpses.

Cleaning up the battlefield, our casualties were very few. Over 150 people died in battle, and more than 70 were seriously wounded. Those severely wounded and the dead will be slaughtered as livestock for tonight's celebratory feast. Those with broken hands and legs will be made into "female body pillows" as reserves for my use over the next two days. Any extra flesh from their hands and legs will be dried and carried as supplementary military rations.

All the bodies of the fallen have been found; three battle maidens were only found later because they were mangled by insects.

The camp was set up, and defenses were established. I immediately held a grand victory banquet to celebrate the return of the victorious warriors. I also sent back a magical message saying that over 10,000 insects had been killed, that I personally commanded the battle, leading the charge to break through the insect encirclement and slaying countless insects, and so on.

These kinds of battle reports are usually written like this—not entirely truthful, embellished, and often featuring descriptions of the men's bravery. It makes me blush, but everyone writes it this way, and as long as it's not too exaggerated, no one will question it. It's also for morale boosting, as propaganda, so I let them write whatever they want.

The victory celebration was brief. Many warriors had fought for an hour, their emotions running high during the battle, but now, exhausted, their eyelids drooping, they felt nothing.

I had a sumptuous dinner prepared early, so the warriors could eat and rest.

A weary Yu Mei, wearing a sexy nightgown, entered my tent. This warlike warrior had fought fiercely today and seemed quite satisfied, even though her opponents were insects rather than humans.

Accompanying her were many other warriors and mage captains who had distinguished themselves in the day, more than thirty in total. Each carried a newly made female body pillow.

These female body pillows had had their arms or legs bitten or torn off by insects during the battle, rendering them unable to participate in future fights. They were made into female body pillows for my training these next few days. They had been thoroughly cleaned; their smooth bodies revealed only their firm breasts and rounded buttocks.

"Your Highness, these are the warriors who fought bravely today. And these are the female body pillows for you to suckle," Yu Mei respectfully introduced.

The women knelt on one knee, "Greetings, Your Highness."

"Hmm, place the body pillow slaves on the shelf for now. You will all stay tonight to serve me." I nodded with a smile.

This was a huge victory, and as the legion commander, I naturally wanted to reward these subordinates with my favor.

The body pillow slaves' shelf was not as complicated as a normal one; it was just a base with a dilator for vaginal dilation. The dilator was long and thick, and once inserted, they could only stand upright all day, their entire weight borne by their vaginas. Of course, if their vaginas were deep enough, they could swallow the entire dilator, allowing them to sit on the base.

As body pillow slaves, they would be kept there like this for a day or two. After they got used to it, they could chat softly, but could only be cared for by others to drink soup and water; they could not eat. For the first three days, they would also need enemas to ensure they were clean inside and out when I played with them. None of that mattered, except that everyone had lost their limbs, their naked bodies exposed in a shameful way, causing them all to blush and gush with desire.

Those who had secretly seen how the body pillow slaves were arranged naturally spread the word among themselves. Some shyly scolded me for "torturing" their sisters, while others eagerly anticipated it. However, one thing was certain: I basically only played with each body pillow slave once, and each one was "eaten" by His Highness in ecstasy. Therefore, my slaves had mixed feelings of shame and pleasure regarding my hobby.

These war maidens were not commoners; very few of them had given birth, and 99% were virgins. It was difficult to put them on dildos, so a group of my concubines took them all away. I left behind the warriors who had rendered meritorious service and came to receive my reward. These war maidens

had all been carefully cleaned before coming, dressed in sexy clothes, carrying the fragrance of virginity and youthful innocence, a slight unease and a happy anticipation. Each one was a beauty, some plump, some slender, all trying their best to entice my eyes.

I had already seen their battle through magical projections in the afternoon's battle footage. Everyone here showed no mercy when facing the ferocious insects, and some even rescued their companions, making significant contributions.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous. My gaze swept back and forth across these battle maidens. Not only were they dashing and valiant in their armor, fighting bravely, but they were also gentle and submissive when naked, catering to my desires to the utmost. If needed, they could even transform into delicious food for me to enjoy.

They are truly versatile, capable in the living room, the kitchen, the battlefield, and even the bedroom. How could I not cherish and love them dearly?

That night, I rode these agile female warriors, bringing them to ecstasy one by one. Exhausted, they climaxed under my touch in no time, falling asleep with blissful smiles.

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