Lord's Contract: The Fifth Night Continued

"Continuing from the previous sentence," only Amor-Murphy's last blessing was heard: "Sweet dreams."

Author Linheyan first published on sis, 001, and Wulian, etc. I know everyone will probably forget the previous part; here are the links.
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[Lord's Contract] (Prologue 1 Night)
[Lord's Contract] Second Night
[Lord's Contract] (Third Day - Daytime)
[Lord's Contract] Third Night - Evening (Contract-type?!)
[Lord's Contract] Fourth Night
[Lord's Contract] Fifth Night (Initial - Running the Plot)

Any insights are welcome for discussion. Of course, please note that reality and the novel are different. The author is illiterate, knowing neither Japanese nor Chinese history, and knows nothing about magic, so please don't get hung up on real history. Magic probably doesn't exist in real history either.
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Then, there was utter darkness, an indistinguishable void of time.

Then, there was light, and the concept of time was reborn.

Immediately following the passage of time was the return of consciousness, as if traversing the endless chaos and
the long era of creation in one breath, a fixed form bestowed upon me from nothingness.

"Where am I?" I placed this fixed form before my eyes, clenched and unclenched
, staring blankly down at it. Just one glance was enough for me to conclude—this is not me.

Absolutely not.

I was certain—my skin was not this pale, and these plump, thick, yet soft and delicate wrists
should never belong to me.

Moreover, I had absolutely no fondness for wearing such a lace robe.

But what was this feeling of such free and full movement? There was no sense of disharmony or sluggishness whatsoever,
as if this was how I had always looked.

The mere thought of this sent chills down my spine. I hid my plump hands under my sleeves, clenching them secretly
, trying to force myself to calm down.

Fortunately, the memories quickly returned like a flood bursting
its . I remembered… I

remembered completely…

As if grasping at a lifeline, I hurriedly touched my neck, feeling the metallic necklace around my neck, now
warm with my body heat, and let out a long sigh.

I know who I am now. I am Yuan Guang, I am the acting lord of Satsuma, I am Lin Mengying's contract master,
and also, I am the village head of this illusory space. Of course, if I wish, and if Lin Mengying doesn't reject me
, I can be anything.

So that's why the houses around me are neatly arranged, yet unnaturally empty. Indeed,
it's because the dream's owner hasn't "arrived" or rather, "thought" of this place. Based solely on the houses in her memory, there shouldn't be any living beings
here . Where Lin Mengying hasn't "thought," existence itself has no
meaning.

The necklace felt strangely warm against my chest, a clue about Lin Mengying. I grinned,
feeling the thick, fleshy face tremble as it forced a smile. I stood up and started walking towards the edge of the village.

"Starting" wasn't quite accurate. In the realm of illusion, there are no absolute distances; thousands of meters
can be covered in an instant. Only within the dream's master's field of vision do the established "rules" have boundaries.
The next moment, I appeared at the village entrance.

A girl hurried past on a secluded path. This was Lin Mengying, wandering in her own dream.
The girl's expression was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor sorrow. She was still wearing
the shrine maiden's , walking forward without looking up. It seemed she wanted to go around the edge of the village.

Perhaps this was what Amor Murphy meant when he said dreams are expectations of reality. It seemed
the obsession with returning home had penetrated even into her dreams, leaving not a trace of distortion from her conscious mind. Perhaps, this
girl didn't even realize she was trapped in an incredibly realistic dream.

"Lin Ji!" I—the obese villager—pretended to be making a casual encounter, waving and walking enthusiastically towards her
.

The girl cautiously took a few steps back, seemingly realizing her rudeness, before stopping to look directly at me. Upon
closer inspection, I saw Lin Mengying's noticeably pale and haggard face. The girl forced a stiff smile from her bloodless face
and said softly, "It's... Uncle Ito."

The girl's prompting reminded me of my identity and Amor Murphy's repeated warnings
—don't be fooled by Lin Mengying's current tired and thirsty appearance; in dreams, a girl's soul is
actually free and unrestrained, and her overflowing spiritual power will be a significant threat to me.

There was no other way but to outsmart her.

With my plump, round face, I grinned, and I'm sure the girl thought
Ito was smiling too. But what Ito said next chilled the poor shrine maiden to the bone.

"What happened to you? You look so disheveled. You're back just in time. I heard a
bad rumor in the village, supposedly from a boy named Houtarou. It says you were
having an affair with a strange samurai in the fields."
I paused deliberately, speaking in a deep, middle-aged voice.

Sure enough, Lin Mengying's face changed drastically upon hearing my words, her pale face
flushing unnatural crimson. Her hands clenched tightly together.

I didn't give the girl much time to think, and continued in a rather serious tone, "This
matter of the village. Fortunately, I found out in time and immediately
locked up the child who was spreading rumors, to prevent him from continuing to spread nonsense and ruin your reputation."

I noticed that the girl wasn't good at hiding her feelings; she clearly let out a long sigh and said in a voice barely audible
, "Um, thank you."

I chuckled inwardly, rubbed my hands together, and pretended to be embarrassed, "But it's not the same thing
. The rumors have already spread. I believe you completely, but some villagers have become suspicious.
Some people actually believe that child's nonsense. This is going to be difficult."

"What... Of course I'm innocent." Perhaps because she was facing an old acquaintance, Lin Mengying's expression was already...
Speechless with embarrassment, her eyes darted away, avoiding my gaze, stammering,

"Of course, of course, Uncle definitely believes you. The Lin family's good traditions are evident to everyone
in , but bad news travels fast, and so do rumors. If we don't quickly dispel the rumors,
people will eventually think there's some truth to them..." I sighed feigning concern.

Using family honor as leverage, I had indeed struck a nerve with the girl. Lin Mengying's lips
trembled , and her body shook a few times. Her already haggard frame looked even more disheveled. "I...I...I..."

She managed to utter several "I"s, but still couldn't reveal anything meaningful. She
was a far cry from the quick-witted and intelligent girl I'd first met. It seemed the torment and shock of the scandal
had greatly impaired her judgment.

I nodded inwardly; it seemed Amor Murphy's strategy was indeed effective. Since the dream was
born in Lin Mengying's mind, its creation and destruction stemmed from the witch's imagination. Although the power of "Century
" grants me a certain limit to altering the girl's dreams, it requires a corresponding image to be attached to the dream.
Only through continuous stimulation, guiding Lin Mengying's thoughts in the direction I desire, can
the power of "Century" be maximized, successfully achieving the goal of changing Lin Mengying's deep-seated will.

Without pressing further, I retreated to advance, smiling and saying, "Don't worry, there are many
trustworthy . They are experienced and highly respected, worthy of everyone's trust.
Even the most discerning villagers wouldn't dare question the conclusions drawn from them."

While speaking seemingly considerate words, the "Ito Village Chief," my transformed form, unequivocally took Lin
Mengying's small hand, half-forcibly pulling the girl into the village.

Sure enough, upon arriving in the village, Lin Mengying saw "human habitation" as far as she could see. Groups of
children ran and played on the edge of the village. The elderly man squinted, basking in
the warmth of the sun…

I glanced at the anxious little shrine maiden, deliberately leading her to the center of the village and loudly proclaiming, “
Everyone , Lin Ji has returned! This means that boy Houtarou’s lie is completely exposed.”

Actually, although my back was to Lin Mengying, my loud and clear voice was directed solely at her.

The villagers, seemingly looking up with expressions of surprise, joy, or indifference, appeared real
and alive , but in my eyes, possessing the “Illusion Amulet – Century,” they were like the wooden houses beside me,
the weeds at my feet—all ethereal, dreamlike entities.

This was why I was so determined to manipulate Lin Mengying; if she believed these people should
exist, then “they” would appear. In the dream, the dreamer is like the master of this small world
—the one true God. He believes that if there is light, then there truly is light here.

Of course, I'm not without advantages. My greatest advantage lies in my clear knowledge that this is
a dream. Furthermore, with the power of my magical artifact—the Illusion Amulet—I can
alter the dream to a certain extent without Lin Mengying noticing. The girl, forced into a deep sleep, has her mind simply
cleansed and her perception blurred under the influence of drugs, mistakenly believing this is still reality. She is then bound by her own perceived "
logic of reality," unable to escape.

Just as Amor Murphy said, humans are the masters of their dreams, but not entirely in control.
Otherwise, how could everyone yearn for good dreams while terrifying nightmares occur? Dreams distort
reality , and they also distort the dreamer.

First, I need to succeed once before I can achieve victory after victory.

Seeing that the "villagers" had indeed gathered at my call, I nodded in satisfaction and
continued to address them loudly: "Everyone, as you all know, Houtarou
started spouting nonsense when he returned yesterday, claiming to have seen Miss Lin in the wild. The Lin family's strict family traditions
are evident to everyone in our village. I, Ito, certainly don't believe Houtarou's words.
But some people are just too suspicious to believe his lies. Miss Lin is innocent and
willing to undergo examination. I must convince everyone with reason, so I'll have a few respected elders from the village witness this
, so everyone can be convinced."

With that, I clapped my hands, pointing out several elderly men with completely white hair and beards, signaling them to step forward.

Only then did I turn to Lin Mengying and ask for her opinion, "Miss Lin, what do you think of these people?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, how could a girl who valued her family's reputation above all else say no? Lin Mengying was already
in a bind, and could only nod hesitantly with a bitter expression.

Then, "Ito, the village head, determined to clear Lin Mengying's name," arranged for a village house to be used as
the examination site. The "villagers" who were watching were divided into two groups: one group of designated villagers waited
outside for the results, while the other group consisted entirely of named elderly men who were responsible for conducting the examinations inside.

"Alright, there are no outsiders here, take them off." Inside, several frail, wrinkled elderly men surrounded
a young girl, creating a heavy atmosphere. After a while, an old woman stepped forward and said.

"Um...Grandma Enya, okay." Perhaps because she was familiar with someone, the girl had little
sense , or perhaps the old woman's age and prestige made her feel no resistance. After a slight hesitation, Lin Mengying
reached out and removed Qianzao's outer robe, followed by her white undergarments, then her undergarments...

At first, she hesitated a bit, but soon her movements became smooth.

Feeling guilty, the girl didn't dare to look up and meet the eyes of the village elders, so she never noticed
the strange light that flickered in the eyes of the old men watching her. Everyone seemed to
have other souls beneath their aged exteriors, observing her from every angle without restraint.

Soon, all the clothes were off, and Lin Mengying's snow-white and alluring body reappeared before my eyes.
However, Lin Mengying seemed very uncomfortable being naked in front of people, awkwardly covering her vital parts with her hands.

Yes, it was all me. Due to the illusionary power of "Century," I took over every character that Mengying
had . In other words, everyone in the room was an embodiment of me. If this entire dream were...
This is Lin Mengying's world, and everything in this little house is my own little universe.

This feeling is incredibly mysterious and indescribable. Suddenly, countless eyes appear, able to openly and
unabashedly see the pure priestess's breasts, back, perineum, buttocks—front, back, sides,
and back—everything is laid bare, dazzlingly white, a rare experience indeed.

Sometimes, my consciousness wanders within the dream, the hand of fate in the void manipulating the
lifelike marionettes, giving them the ability to speak through ventriloquism. Sometimes, I become
one of the puppets myself, personally experiencing the girl's warmth and beauty with my own hands.

Even more wonderfully, the longer I stay in Lin Mengying's dream, the more her dream memories enter my
mind, enriching my own creations. This allows me to speak as much as possible, using the original character's
methods .

"Very good, very good. After all these years, the little girl from back then has become even more beautiful." I
spoke in the hoarse voice of an old woman named Enya, as if praising the young and delicate body of the shaman. "Girl, spread your legs apart,
let me see if you are still a virgin."

Lin Mengying nodded, stood on the ground, and obediently spread her legs, widening her two smooth and white
legs , revealing her shyly hidden vulva.

If it were me in the past, I probably would have excitedly crawled over and wantonly played with it. But at least I
remember the image I am using now is that of a withered old woman in her seventies or eighties.

I squatted down, satisfied with the shaman's obedient appearance. From this angle, looking closely, Lin Mengying
's full and fair thighs were fully visible, even the fine hairs were clearly visible, without any concealment.

Extending its withered, firewood-like branches, it parted the girl's private, sweet spot. The avatar of my dream—
"Old Lady Enya"—squinted, muttering incessantly, "Oh dear, it's too dark here, my wife
can't see clearly. Sigh, I'm getting old now, my legs aren't what they used to be, I really can't squat for long. Stand up a bit higher,
spread your legs a little wider."

As she spoke, "Enya" feigned poor eyesight, tilting her head upwards, and
the arm that had parted the girl's pink flesh also lifted upwards, "accidentally" poking into Lin Mengying's flesh cave.

After accidentally touching her labia, "Enya" immediately withdrew her finger. However, perhaps due to old age and declining strength, Lin Mengying
felt that her mother-in-law's withdrawal was particularly slow. The withered finger traced a few lines on the sensitive shell
before slowly leaving. Then, the "old woman" sighed repeatedly in a hoarse voice, "Ah, this old woman is really
old and useless. My eyes are blurry, my hands are numb, I can't see clearly, and my fingers don't obey my commands. I'm really
no good anymore."

"Mmm..." The sensitive area was accidentally touched, and Lin Mengying involuntarily let out a short moan
. Her spread legs trembled slightly. The girl immediately came to her senses and, facing the many elders standing silently in the
room , felt extremely embarrassed, her cheeks flushing red.

Eager to cover up her earlier embarrassing lapse, Lin Mengying hurriedly said, her words almost
inaudible , "No...it's alright, Grandma Enya, I'll raise it a little higher, it's fine."

With that, the girl moved to the wall, one leg firmly planted straight, then raised the other high,
placing it upright against the wall like a
swan , her snow-white skin completely exposed. She allowed the eyes in the room
to sweep over her flawless, pure body.

With the girl's complete cooperation, Grandma Enya stood up, her hunched body reaching down to Lin Mengying's
fully exposed crotch, scrutinizing her closely.

Two slender fingers, like chicken claws, once again climbed onto Lin Mengying's crotch. The old woman's
fingers had long lost the nourishment of youth; the neglected fingers, worn smooth by time, were covered
with deep wrinkles. Like fingers covered in pine bark, they hooked onto Lin Mengying's labia and forcefully
pulled them apart .

"Hehe, the little hymen is still perfectly preserved. It seems Mengying is indeed a
virgin ." The "Grandma Enya," responsible for the examination, chuckled, but didn't stop. She caressed
Lin Mengying's smooth body like a precious jade, rubbing and circling it. Occasionally, she would pinch the girl's flesh hard, causing the white
flesh to constantly shift and change shape in her withered palm.

After Enya asserted that she was still a virgin, the young shrine maiden's tense mood relaxed
, and she breathed a sigh of relief before whispering, "Grandma Enya, can I put my clothes back on now?"

"Grandma Enya," who was buried beneath Lin Mengying, didn't reply, but suddenly opened her mouth wide,
her slender tongue flicking lightly against the wide-open clitoris.

Sakura trembled violently, her eyes widening in disbelief, and from her equally open lips
came soft, whimpering moan, as a thick liquid dripped from the crevice of her vulva like a mountain spring
.

At this moment, "Enya" raised her head, her eyes suddenly losing their old woman's lifelessness and becoming incredibly
bright. A sinister smile appeared on her face. "Just as I suspected, I knew it. Mengying's body clearly possesses
a rich aura of lewdness. This can't be hidden from my old eyes and nose. Only married
women who have had children possess such qualities. How could they appear on a pure priestess destined to serve the gods?"

"No, this is impossible… I'm not… what a lewd woman!" Lin Mengying stared, speechless, desperately
shaking her head in denial, trying to argue.

"If you don't want people to know," a deep, resonant male voice interrupted the girl.

"Unless you do it in the first place," another old man echoed from inside the house in a high-pitched voice.

"Look at you! Even the prostitutes from outside the village wouldn't behave like this! A woman's virtues,
appearance, speech, and manners—where have you achieved any of them? Spreading your legs like that, what kind of behavior is this!" Then, another white-
haired old woman pointed and said, her voice full of vigor.

"Otherwise, what is this sticky liquid on my hands?" "Enya" stood up at this moment,
and a clump of irregular liquid had appeared in her chicken-claw-like palm. The viscous liquid
stretched and shimmered with lewd silver threads under the old woman's withered, opening and closing hands.

"That's right, look at your back. There are still marks from your tryst with that other man." A deep,
muffled voice said...

...

"No, this can't be..." Lin Mengying looked at everyone in the room in disbelief. Her helpless
eyes reflected expressions of disdain, disgust, suspicion, and heartache. Had the elders who had loved
her and watched her grow up really looked like this?

Seeing the abnormal appearance of these aging elders, it was as if the whole world had been turned upside down and cursed.
An indescribable fear spread through her heart. The sun was still high in the sky outside, and the poorly ventilated room was as
stuffy as an oven, but Lin Mengying felt as if she had been thrown into an ice cellar. A chill swept over her entire body, icy
and bone-chilling. Her previous desperate struggles stopped abruptly, an unstoppable sense of powerlessness filling her entire body.

The girl opened her mouth wide, but it felt as if even the air was frozen in the cold, making it impossible to breathe, so
heavy that it was hard to catch her breath.

Just as the situation was about to reach a complete stalemate, a plump old woman stepped out from the corner. She

had a round face and her eyes were always crescent-shaped slits. She smiled before speaking, appearing come to smooth things over. 　　"Oh, really? What do you think the liquid on my hand is? If you think Mengying is pure and innocent, then how do you suggest we test her?" "Grandma Enya 　　" raised her hand and jumped up, causing Lin Mengying's face to stiffen again . 　　Facing "Enya's" questioning, "Mrs. Mikasa" showed no displeasure at being provoked, covering her mouth and laughing: "Oh, hehehe." It's simple. Grandma Enya, your sneak attack earlier doesn't count. A virgin priestess who has cultivated herself for over a decade is usually calm, serene, and free from desires, and would never be easily external evils. A girl who has been "exploded" by a man, however, is no longer pure and might find it difficult to resist desire. I suggest we try it on Mengying in the house… Although I'm a little embarrassed, if Mengying can resist , what could be more powerful proof than that?” 　　After saying this, the plump “Mrs. Mikasa” covered her mouth and smiled apologetically at Lin Mengying, seemingly quite embarrassed by her suggestion. 　　“That’s not right. If you ask me, what happened just now already proves it quite well.” “Enya” frowned and shook her head in denial. 　　“Don’t say that. I also think Mrs. Mikasa’s words make sense, and we can consider it. After all , the village head asked us to prove Mengying’s innocence, and we can’t do it poorly.” Another voice joined the conversation. 　　“I think…” 　　Soon, the small house was filled with debate… The old men and women were arguing amongst themselves. 　　"Mengying, what do you think?" Finally, "Mrs. Mikasa" spoke, waving her hand and asking with her usual smiling face. 　　"Okay, I accept. I'm willing to prove my innocence." In the end, the girl interrupted the argument, accepting the condition with a conflicted expression. After speaking, Lin Mengying seemed to have used up her last bit of strength with this simple sentence , and she lowered her head weakly. However, the girl didn't notice that everyone in the room, whether male or female, fat or thin, had a silent glint of mockery in their eyes. 　　To me, this was a really interesting puppet game, reminding me of the wooden weapon carvings my father bought for me when I was little. Back then, as a child, I would hold little figures holding weapons, swinging them around in a fight, making the wood rattle. Now, I was also tightly gripping the "Illusion Amulet - Century," only more intricately moving between the puppets, using their faces to say the words I expected, and manipulating the rhythm. 　　Lin Mengying, believing this dream to be real, stepped into this room and willingly sat down at this unfortunate gambling table. On the surface, the game seemed to be proceeding smoothly, but in reality, the dealer, the table, the props, the opponents, the allies, and even the onlookers were all manipulated by the same hand. She was destined to lose this game! 　　... 　　In the center of the room, the girl lay supine on the soft tatami mat, her long, flowing black hair cascading down her back, her arms and legs spread wide, forming a "大" (da) shape. Lin Mengying remained docilely still, allowing her beautiful, white, and smooth naked body to be exposed to everyone's gaze, like a lamb awaiting its auspicious time for sacrifice. 　　Countless withered-faced, white-haired figures surrounded the girl, their expressions varied, looking down at her with disdain. Gazing at these faces that should have been incredibly familiar, Lin Mengying bit her lip nervously, her body trembling slightly. 　　"It's starting," a wrinkled old woman stepped forward from the crowd, declaring. 　　Several other elderly people around her followed suit, stepping forward like eager diners, their arms waving as they approached the reclining girl. 　　Once again, withered fingers climbed onto the girl's tender body, but this time, it was six arms. Twelve pairs of eyes—no…behind those twelve pairs, even more eyes silently watched the priestess . 　　But soon, Lin Mengying had no time to pay attention to the silent ones; the young priestess's attention was completely drawn to what was happening to her. 　　The first to move were the two elderly men on the left and right. Undoubtedly, her bare, oval-shaped breasts, like towering mountains, were the most eye-catching, and were immediately gripped firmly in the hands of the withered hands flanking her. Then, the two elderly men, holding her breasts, exchanged a smile, as if making some tacit agreement. The hand of the elderly man on the left which was grasping her left breast, suddenly opened wide, as if determined to completely seize Lin Mengying's large breast. His originally thick, slender hand extended outwards a fraction more, and then with a sudden, forceful movement…

With a forceful press, the old man's five fingers sank deep into the girl's perfectly shaped breasts. Lin Mengying,
embarrassed and ashamed, watched as the exquisite flesh, like the finest alabaster, bulged
against the edges of his thin, long, dark fingers. The old man didn't stop; he kneaded the breasts with a force disproportionate to his withered appearance
, pulling them up and down. The youthful, elastic breasts trembled rapidly with his movements,
rippling with waves of erotic flesh.

At the same time, the old man, who was holding the right breast, wasn't idle either. As the girl vigorously shook Lin Mengying's
breast , he actually withdrew his hand, using a strategic retreat to focus on one point. The old man bent down, his body arched like a shrimp, and suddenly opened his mouth wide. His tongue flew out and precisely touched the red nipple at the tip of
Lin Mengying's full breast. 　　"Mmm... ooh..." This light touch was even more pleasurable than the previous vigorous rubbing. An uncontrollable , blissful moan almost escaped Lin Mengying's lips, but fortunately, the girl had kept her jaw clenched from the beginning, preventing any embarrassment. However, a soft hum still involuntarily escaped from her nose. 　　But the attack from the right side did not stop there. The old man's tongue, still covered with yellowish-white spots, moved with a sensitivity far exceeding that of his hands and feet, like a sentient serpent freely roaming over the girl's breasts. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right , but never straying far from the girl's sensitive nipple. As the girl's white breasts were left with wet, sticky traces of saliva, Lin Mengying felt the fire in her body about to ignite again. Desperately suppressing the moans that might escape her lips at any moment , the girl's originally white face flushed red, and she shook her head frantically, making whimpering sounds of resistance. 　　Next, two people silently came up from both sides, this time, two from the front and one from the back. One of them walked straight to the top of the tatami mat, squatted down, and without a word, clamped his legs together like a closed door, using the girl's head as the center, forcibly fixing the shrine maiden's head between his legs. Ignoring the girl 's resistance, he forcefully pressed his hands onto Lin Mengying's forehead, covering her eyelids. 　　The girl, blinded, could only helplessly sway her body, making incoherent resistance. The old man who came to the girl crotch was clearly an experienced man, completely ignoring the girl's feeble resistance. He first stuffed a pillow under the girl, specifically raising her buttocks. 　　Next, the old woman used a force completely disproportionate to her age and gender to ruthlessly straighten and spread the girl's two curled-up, passively resisting, fair legs, placing them on his shoulders. Then he used his body to squeeze forward between the girl's legs, forcing Lin Mengying to be unable to close them. 　　"Ah! No!" Lin Mengying's eyes were covered, and she couldn't break free from the strange force's control. The girl felt a pair of rough hands pressing into her vulva, forcibly prying open her labia majora, exposing her precious genitals to the cold air. She couldn't help but tremble in panic. 　　"Hmph, what a smooth touch." Seemingly content with just a taste, the old woman didn't go deeper. Lin Mengying only felt the old woman's fingers circling and rubbing . 　　At the same time, the old man in front of Lin Mengying, who was blindfolded, also began to lightly touch and caress the girl's cheeks and neck with his fingers. 　　The intense sensual assault temporarily subsided, and just as Lin Mengying felt a little relieved, the tingling pleasure in her chest once again attracted the girl's attention. Even with her eyes covered, Lin Mengying could clearly feel that on one side, a disgusting, sticky tongue, like a snail climbing a mountain, patiently and slowly licked and sucked along the girl's delicate white breasts. Each lick seemed to completely cover the girl's sweet body scent with its own aroma, leaving large wet patches along the way. On the other side, an old man seemed to be displaying the spirit of the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains, vigorously grabbing and releasing her breasts, causing them to sway back and forth. The caresses of the two old men were completely devoid of gentleness or affection; they were simply licking and caressing the girl's breasts, treating her well-developed, white, tender breasts as toys for amusement. Yet, this persistent and uninterrupted contact brought a pleasure . The girl didn't even dare to express her dissatisfaction with this treatment, afraid that if she opened her mouth, another moan would escape her lips, which would be incredibly embarrassing. 　　Just as the girl was feeling anxious and uncertain, a sudden, throbbing fullness came from her lower body, immediately shocking the shrine maiden who was trying to remain clear-headed. The girl shuddered violently as if startled, and couldn't help but scream, "Ah! Don't put it there! You can't!" 　　"What's wrong with it? We're patiently examining you, Mengying." The newly arrived old woman didn't stop despite the girl's soft replies, answering as if it were her right, and the thrusting from her anus intensified. The dry anus, welcoming the sudden intruder, tightened in resistance. But no matter what, it couldn't stop the intrusion, penetrating deeper and deeper, one finger joint at a time. When it was full of the third finger joint and could go no further, it withdrew, not forgetting to give the girl a quick tug inside her sensitive passage before re-entering. Then, it found the right moment to enter again . The girl's eyes were completely blindfolded, leaving her to explore her surroundings solely through touch. The slight pain ironically acted as a catalyst for her nerves, and as the fingers withdrew, a strange sense of loss welled up within Lin Mengying. 　　Then, an unfamiliar sensation arose on her soft abdomen. The girl knew that the last of the six arms had joined the fray; the newcomer's fingertips pressed directly against her navel, the rough, painful texture of the fingers rubbing against her skin like an ancient tree deeply embedded in her sunken navel. The pressure remained steady, neither too light nor too heavy, only becoming palpable in the girl's occasional tremors. 　　Lin Mengying was at a loss for words or actions, and could only grit her teeth and endure the pain. She awaited the next wave of attack in the darkness of ignorance. The girl discovered that her ability to calm her mind seemed to have completely vanished; the tranquil state she could previously enter simply by closing her eyes and focusing her mind was now impossible to achieve. Even worse, Lin Mengying keenly realized that she was actually welcoming the irresistible and inexplicable caresses with a mixture .

Soon, the touches that filled the girl with both nervousness and a strange anticipation continued relentlessly. Six
men, using completely different methods, rubbed against her body, some rough, some gentle, some active,
some still.

The tingling pleasure was like the burning embers in a tightly sealed room,
inevitably accumulating. She didn't need to use her eyes to confirm it; from the temperature difference between her skin and the air, she
knew her body temperature was rising rapidly, and her sweat, suppressed to its limit, was finally seeping out
from dilated pores.

Lin Mengying gritted her teeth and held her breath, her pretty face flushed red, but the pores all over her body had already surrendered willingly, opening against
the will of her brain, secreting sweat, and releasing the scent of her female hormones.

Teased and aroused by methods that could hardly be called normal from any angle, her body felt like
a playground for others. Was she really, as Granny Enya said, a wanton
girl even worse than a prostitute? Lin Mengying thought sadly, a sorrowful emotion wandering in her heart like a mournful ghost
, helplessly watching her resolve being eroded little by little. But her
brain, limp and numb from the sensual currents of pleasure, issued commands contrary to her will, causing her legs to spread wider, insatiably demanding
more.

The girl slightly opened her eyes, her gaze hazy and unfocused, saliva wetting the corners of her rosy lips, silvery
threads sliding down her fair cheeks, unnoticed even by the usually meticulous and dignified priestess. Her lips, usually
pursed to convey seriousness, were now inappropriately parted in a distorted arc, making it difficult to discern whether it was
a cry of pain or a joyful laugh.

Pain and joy mingled on her beautiful face, and deep within her heart, kindness and desire were also
churning . Under an immense, overwhelming pressure, her thoughts wandered aimlessly.
In her hazy mind, chaotic ideas surged like a raging tide, violently churning.

A steadfast conviction to defend her family's honor and dignity, a fear of the truth being revealed, her innate goodness, her
compassion for the sorrowful scenes she had witnessed along her journey, and her complex
feelings —all these were like countless blunt blades, slowly cutting into the girl's heart. She had done so much, but
she couldn't tell anyone, not even her family. The girl was intelligent; she knew that
even if reducing taxes temporarily saved the starving people, such methods would not earn
her gratitude. If it were made public, she would be plunged into a vortex of public contempt, and her family would
lose its glory, becoming the focus of ridicule.

To be honest, the girl didn't initially intend to sacrifice herself. Even as she slowly walked towards
the lord's mansion that would change her life, her pure and innocent heart never considered using her body or magic
to manipulate his mind. Lin Mengying was simply offering advice to him, driven by idealistic beliefs and anxieties about the world
. It was precisely because of this that when he uttered such an extremely rude threat,
the priestess even considered turning away. However, the boy, her own age, inexplicably made
a suggestion, and she, for some reason, acted impulsively, knowing full well that the young lord wielded no
righteous weapon, yet still agreeing to the contract.

Thus, all the calamities began.

Regret?

It was no longer necessary. The priestess, who practiced the power of words, naturally understood the importance of promises. He, too, was determined to keep his
promise, drafting a tax exemption decree on the very day the contract was signed, and stamping and
signing it before her eyes, giving detailed instructions. Even during breaks in the training, the other party did indeed hand him documents
from regarding tax reductions and exemptions, demonstrating their commitment to keeping their promise.

At least, someone was temporarily spared death because of his sacrifice; that was enough.

At least, someone wouldn't have to suffer the agonizingly swollen abdomen and
limbs .

At least, at this moment, those demons and monsters born from the depths of people's hearts, born of despair and death, and impossible
to purify, wouldn't have to proliferate like ants.

The path of cultivation is long and arduous; if it's only seven days, then it's not long. He only hoped
that the lord, his own age, would always keep his promise…

No, the seven days were still up. How did he get here?

Who was he…

…

What had he just remembered?

In the present world, Amor Murphy, who had been kneeling upright on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he
gently released the dark red crystal he had been clutching in his hand. Surrounded by the cold candlelight
, imbued with the dreams of the dead, and constantly inhaling the strange fragrance that concealed an eeriness beneath its calm surface, Amor Murphy seemed completely unaffected.
Standing up, Amor Murphy merely glanced indifferently at the girl beside him, her body completely arched and red.
He remained unmoved by the delicate moans that occasionally escaped from her lips, his indifferent attitude as if the person
beside him were nothing more than a slightly larger, life-sized, simmered shrimp.

His gaze didn't linger on that exquisite body for more than a few seconds. The foreign youth raised his wrist, glanced at
the pointer, and then nodded confidently as if confirming something. He then walked over, carefully avoiding touching
the bronze snake container placed along the girl's body. Approaching Lin Mengying, he bent down, one hand cupping her face and
gently lifting her head, while the other hand carefully pried open her eyelids. His movements were gentle, swift,
and without the slightest hesitation, demonstrating the exceptional and delicate skill of this accomplished alchemist.

Inside her closed eye sockets, the girl's once clear black and white pupils moved erratically and chaotically. Sensing the faint light in the dark
room , Lin Mengying's eyeballs trembled slightly, then suddenly widened, staring intently as if
struggling to wake up. Amor-Murphy frowned, then the dark red crystal hanging on her chest flickered, emitting a
barely perceptible, eerie glow. After this almost negligible flash of red light, the girl's hard-won
spiritual energy dissipated once more, plunging her back into chaotic disorder. Even with her eyelids forcibly opened and her consciousness lost...
The girl, lost in the illusion of the secret realm, could no longer glimpse the true light through the window of her soul.

Feeling the throbbing of the dark red crystal on her chest, Amor-Murphy knew this was the resonance between the counterfeit of the Illusion Amulet –
Century and the genuine article. Though cruder than the original,
it was still a copy of "Century," and one of the few ways to trace the dream created by Century through the vessel.

Gazing at the face of the priestess who had fallen back into slumber, Amor-Murphy murmured to himself, "Looks like my
brother isn't progressing well in the dream. I need to give him a little push. But no need to be too violent.
So , I'll use reagent number 3." Then, the alchemist gently tilted the girl's face back,
took out a set of bottles from his belt, and carefully selected one to drink.

In the dream, the girl's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her bewildered eyes looking quite adorable. For some reason,
the girl felt as if she had remembered something, but upon closer examination, she couldn't recall anything. It was like lightning
flashing across the sky, sudden and unexpected, a momentary burst of light that could pierce the darkness and illuminate everything, only to vanish without a trace afterward.
What was illuminated was once again covered by boundless blackness.

Since she couldn't remember, it probably wasn't important, the girl thought to herself. More chaotic thoughts
buzzed around her like a swarm of bees, and that fleeting moment of inspiration, like a piece of paper in a gust of wind, vanished in the blink of an eye
.

Before the girl could ponder further, a warm current mixed with a tantalizing electric current spread from her lower abdomen. The
sudden shattered her chaotic thoughts, and Lin Mengying shuddered, her sweat-covered, white body
arching and twisting dramatically, like a white fish innocently thrown onto the shore, struggling in its death throes. Her unfocused eyes
were glazed over, her rosy lips gaped wide, her small, red tongue trailing saliva, an unseemly drool
trail at the corner of her mouth. Her once fair face was flushed crimson, like a fish out of water
desperately craving oxygen. Her chest remained still, her breath completely stopped.

It was as if time itself had frozen around her, crystallizing and enveloping her alluring
body . The suffocating tension transformed into a pair of large hands, churning wildly through Lin Mengying's brain,
making her already chaotic thoughts even more muddled.

"Hai..." With a long, satisfied sigh, the girl exhaled the remaining air from her lungs. Her
strangely contorted body, as if losing all support, swayed and fell back to the ground. As if to
make up for the exquisite, suffocating pleasure she had just experienced, the girl breathed heavily, her high, snow-white breasts
glistening with a rosy sheen from the sweat and excitement.

In the dazed state following the intense climax, Lin Mengying's limp body didn't feel an extreme emptiness.
On the contrary , she sensitively sensed the next surge of heat brewing in her lower abdomen, sending tingling
currents through her body and signaling the approaching climax.

The girl listlessly opened her eyes, her dull gaze devoid of its former sparkle, remaining motionless. What came into
view was a wrinkled old face, the man bent over, diligently "working" on the girl's nipples.
His mouth was wide open, revealing a twisted, wicked smile; his face was devoid of any trace of kindness, compassion, or
wisdom. Seeing the little witch's dazed eyes, the old man merely gave a sly, lewd
laugh , as if demonstrating his power. His nimble, snake-like tongue, wet and cool to the touch, curved
and tightly wrapped around Lin Mengying's engorged, peanut-sized nipples, forcefully pulling and twisting the
equally engorged, crimson flesh, causing the girl's soft, jade-like breasts to tremble, displaying an utterly
lewd scene.

"Ugh, ah... ugh... no... so disgusting... so perverted..." Seeing
this indescribable lewd sight, her brain, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, mechanically perceived
everything through her eyes, unable to even comprehend what it all meant. Her already slightly mature body, honed and developed through training
, responded to the arrogant and lewd licking with unimaginable fervor, letting out unrestrained, excited
moans. The old woman behind her chuckled, "Hmph, that little mouth of yours just now spat out
so much water, luckily this old woman caught it."

The old woman waved the water-stained white towel in her hand, her other hand not idle either. With her sharp, fine
nails she scraped the walls of the girl's slightly parted vulva. The forceful scratching inside such delicate genitals should have caused
any woman suffering such treatment to scream in agony, but instead, it made Lin Mengying let out
a beautiful moan mixed with intense excitement and pain. The fire within her surged wildly, and her already hazy and confused mind
became even more muddled after being heated by this lust.

"It's so hot, so burning!" What should have been a repulsive, painful sensation, catalyzed by lust, transformed into a
murky, indescribable feeling of tingling, numbness, and
excitement, like ink being completely shattered. The electric current of pleasure stirred endless reverie; the girl felt she had forgotten everything,
only able to writhe and moan incessantly. Her body was burning hot, and she couldn't muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
On the contrary, under the relentless, lewd onslaught of pleasure, the girl involuntarily spread her legs,
arching , pursuing pleasure. She was helplessly sliding into the abyss of depravity…falling.

Her noble body, now stained with the heat of the onslaught, was no longer pure. The girl's sweat, damp with desire, became a salty condiment for the lewd demons'
feast , and her writhing body could not escape the wanton caresses of those lewd hands. An indescribable
, deadly pleasure coursed through her body, her entire being immersed in this blissful, decadent ecstasy.

Her body, even before her mind, was prepared; sweat mingled with the filth on the ground, covering her entirely,
and honeyed fluid flowed incessantly from her crotch. Having lost the restraint of her clear mind, Lin Mengying completely gave up
struggling. Her delicate body still writhed, but it had long since strayed from its original intention of escape,
becoming an instinctive act of bringing her body closer to those lewd clutches.

The priestess, who had stubbornly clung to her inner principles, finally surrendered completely, no longer forcing herself
to remain silent. Uncontrollably, exquisite sighs of pleasure escaped from her cherry lips as she loudly begged
for mercy. "Okay, so good… I can't hold back… I'm coming again… Ahh… Ah… Ee."

Unlike the brief climax that had dulled her sensitivity, the repeated touches and caresses
intensified her pleasure once more. Completely disoriented, Lin Mengying was lost in this blissful state, letting
those hands and tongues run rampant over her body. Her thirsty body shamelessly pressed against those "
sources of pleasure." Before she knew it, she was surrounded by people; her mouth, anus
, and vagina were being penetrated repeatedly. Like rain after a long drought, not long after her first climax
, the girl's entire body began to contract violently again, convulsing—a clear
prelude to another orgasm.

Driven by overwhelming pleasure, Lin Mengying dazedly shook her head, as if the violent
shaking could expel the nameless heat from her body. In her swirling, hazy vision, all she could
see at that moment was that everyone—whether moving or frozen, whether old
men or equally aged women—suddenly wore a familiar, youthful smile on their faces.

"Climax...climax...climax...climax...climax...climax...climax...climax
...climax...climax..." A continuous stream of voices echoed in Lin Mengying's ears, like blessings,
curses, decrees, and admonitions. All the sounds reverberated, occurred, and reflected, layer upon
layer , like the surging pleasure within her body, piercing and resounding through the girl's dazed
mind at the moment of climax.

"Ah...eeaah...pfft...ee..." Lin Mengying screamed, incoherently excited,
convulsing and trembling helplessly under the watchful eyes of "the crowd," reaching
another climax in her life.

"Hehehe, truly worthy of being a child of the Lin family. I've always known that the shrine maidens on the mountain are all sluts
..."

"We've watched Lin Mengying grow up since she was little. We never imagined that beneath such a pure appearance, there would be
such a perverted and shameful body. You really can't judge a book by its cover..."

"Then what Granny Enya said now seems like irrefutable evidence. Even the eldest daughter of the Lin family is wet
with desire, more shameful than the most lewd and wanton sow..."

"Hehehehe... She really is born lewd and vulgar. I had my
suspicions when she was still a little girl, and sure enough, she was right."

The malicious words seemed to bypass her ears and go straight into Lin Mengying's heart, easily
tugging at the girl's heartstrings. Exhausted and limp on the ground, the girl, as if her lifeline had been seized,
didn't even notice the strange noise's inconsistency. Almost instinctively, she immediately retorted, "No, no...
it's not like that... it's not like that."

But her voice, trembling with tears, was weak and feeble, each word seemingly draining her remaining
strength, growing fainter and fainter until it was barely a whisper.

"Is that so? Is that really how it is? Then take a good look at yourself." A thunderous
voice boomed.

Lin Mengying shuddered, involuntarily looking down.

Her crotch was wet with fluids like a stream flowing from a crack in the rocks, soaking the ground during the intense orgasm. Her
body was covered in various red marks, her swollen nipples and clitoral hood still exposed to the air
. Her freed hands shamelessly lingered on her nipples and clitoral hood,
wriggling and seeking to relive the pleasure of being violated.

In this state, she could hardly be called pure and innocent.

Turning around shakily, she saw all the elders and seniors standing silently, familiar faces, familiar
appearances , but their cold eyes revealed no warmth. No one spoke, yet the oppressive feeling
was even stronger, a suffocating pressure like being in the shadow of a towering mountain.

"Buzz..." Under this immense sense of humiliation and shock, Lin Mengying felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. In
a daze , the priestess saw a massive, black image, like maggots clinging to her bones
, carving a deep, boundless pit beneath her, sucking her down.

It was as if her soul had separated from her body, yet her spirit remained clearly aware that it was her own. Lin Mengying
watched in a daze as her body fell… fell rapidly.

Lin Mengying tensed her body, trying to gather her spiritual power to resist this future, but… she raised her head,
looking towards the place she longed to return to, like a creature at the bottom of a well looking up at the blue sky for salvation.

In this dreamlike environment, the girl saw only countless familiar elders on the other side of the "well," coldly
staring at her. Their expressionless faces, as if frozen, surrounded the
dark hole, watching her fall deeper and deeper.

It was as if she had been cursed with the most vicious curse. Those she had helped,
the villagers she had loyally protected, those she knew so well—all of them, right before her, had transformed into
lewd terrifying mad beasts.

Unconsciously, a question she had never considered before arose in the girl's mind: What mistake have I made?
Why must I protect such people?

Why am I so obsessed with the honor of my family? Why? Why? She was already so frustrated, so weary
, so exhausted. Let me rest.

Her tense body relaxed again, a mocking smile playing on her lips. The girl gave up
resisting, letting herself fall…fall…

the dream shattered…

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