Legend of Another World

Author: Dejected Soy Milk
Posted on forum on January 30, 2016
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The demons were forced back to the Demon Realm, and the Sealed Demon Land was the passage through which the demons invaded the continent. Later, thousands of the continent's top mages
set up a sealing barrier to block the passage. However, a small number of
low-level demon vassals, such as pig-faced people, minotaurs, and kobolds, still hide in the Frozen Wasteland, occasionally raiding humans, but daring not to carry out large-scale raids on towns, only engaging in
small-scale plundering operations involving dozens of people.
The Enchanted Forest: The habitat of forest elves, densely forested with many towering trees.
The power of the ancient elven trees makes the northern Enchanted Forest have a warm and pleasant climate. 500 years ago, they fought alongside humans against the demons. Most
forest elves are not hostile to humans, and a small number even enjoy traveling among human society.
The Black Swamp: A very large forest swamp, inhabited by various strange creatures, and for generations has blocked
the Sky Eagle Empire's dream of conquering the south from the west.
Lost Desert: The main battlefield of the war between humans and demons 500 years ago, created by the Quisti Theocracy using world-destroying magic
. Legend has it that a magnificent civilization once flourished here.
Icemelt Valley: Low light intensity, the habitat of dark elves. It is said that the underground space is even more extensive.
Although dark elves are disliked by humans, they were massacred during the demon invasion and have also
cooperated with humans at times. While most dark elves are cruel, murderous, and promiscuous, they are not impossible to coexist with. If
a dark elf stands on the street in a human city, they won't be universally hated like they were in the past; they will
eat, drink, and live there without being ostracized. They simply won't be interacted with.
Ramos Autonomous Territory: Sparsely populated and resource-poor. After the sealing of the magic 500 years ago, some high-level mages from the continent
spontaneously gathered here. Every ten years, a group of mages is sent to the far north to check the seal. In the following
decades, something was discovered, and more and more mages gathered here. The capital city is very mysterious and is
known as the City of Immortals. Outsiders cannot find this city and do not know where it is; they only know that it exists. There is no
king; an elder council system is practiced.
Mediterranean Sea: A sea formed after the collision of landmasses. It is calm and suitable for ships,
bringing great convenience to trade between countries.
Lolita Island: A large island with a maritime climate, the habitat of Pegasus, unicorns, and other exotic beasts. Lolita people
can be considered otherworldly. While intermarriage between elves and humans can produce half-elf offspring, Lolita people are completely
reproductively isolated from humans. Furthermore, Lolitas are hermaphroditic, with no distinct male or female gender. Adults rarely exceed
1.4 meters in height, possessing female physical characteristics and a completely feminine appearance. Aside from their hair, they grow no body hair, and
their sexual development is much less pronounced than humans. Their breasts and pelvis are not large, and their penises are short, slender, and pinkish
. To the average person, they appear like futa lolis, hence the common name "Lolita race." Their
weight rarely exceeds 25 kilograms, making them ideally suited to become Pegasus riders. They also possess
an innate ability to communicate with other beasts. Humans who are overweight cannot tame Pegasus, therefore, Pegasus riders can only be Lolitas.
Lolitas are easily distinguishable from human girls. Aside from their penises,
even a chubby Lolita weighs less than a thin, frail human child of the same height. Their skeletal structure differs from
humans; their exceptionally light bones make them exceptionally agile. When Beren invaded the south, they never imagined
they would lose a dragon knight general here. Pegasus knights are superior to dragon knights in close combat,
possessing exceptional mobility and evasiveness in small areas. They are fearless against various dragon knight attacks and even a small number of archers, but their endurance and destructive power
are far inferior to dragon knights. On the slave black market, a beautiful loli can fetch a higher price than an elven beauty.
Some powerful figures enjoy keeping lolis as mistresses, indulging in the pleasures of child molestation. It is said that
a king once bought a very beautiful loli and trained her to be a sex slave,
even piercing her penis and requiring permission to urinate. This king was a perverted loli fetishist who never attended
court again.
Farrell: A tropical rainforest climate, the entire country is situated within rainforest. The locals are skilled at silkworm farming, and
the rich variety of trees provides different types of timber suitable for building ships of all sizes. Shipbuilding and hand-weaving are world-renowned, the
best on the continent. The population is mainly concentrated in several major ports. The Farel people have low blood concentration, thin skin, and a fair complexion with
a reddish tinge. Men mostly work outdoors, in logging, shipbuilding, or dock loading and unloading, their skin turning a reddish-brown from years of sun exposure.
Women mostly stay indoors weaving, their skin is well-maintained, and most have a translucent pinkish complexion. The Farel people are relatively weak in strength but
have good stamina; they are a hardworking and intelligent people. Due to their geographical location, they rarely engage in war. The nation's army
is limited to the king's palace guard, and for generations, knights from the Kingdom of Questi have been stationed at the ports to defend against pirates and
protect trade routes.
The Lycian League: an alliance of nobles who fled Beren's invasion of various countries three hundred years ago. In the continuous
wars against Beren, many men died in the military, and most of the strong and capable men perished. With
the wars, the male ratio decreased year by year, and today the male-to-female ratio in Lycia is 1:5, making men a scarce resource.
Lycia has become a female-dominated nation. The army is now entirely composed of women. The men eliminated by war
are small and lack ambition. Lycia is rich in mineral resources and its metal smelting is world-class.
Men primarily work in the mines or ironworks, while women handle all other tasks. This has resulted in the creation of
the strongest and most durable armor to fight against Beren. The best is the Black Iron Armor, worn by highly skilled female generals.
The highest fighting force consists of the three Black Knights, all forged in battle, comparable to the Holy Knights of the Questi Theocracy
. Furthermore, Lycia has a law requiring male travelers to leave their seed
at inns or guesthouses without paying, but they must leave their seed. They can choose any woman to leave their seed in—
the landlady, a maid, or the landlady's daughter. Alternatively, they can negotiate to leave their seed in lieu of payment when buying or selling goods.
There's no other way; Lycia is now excessively female-dominated, and the local men are quite weak.
This is a fundamental national policy to improve genes and enhance male physical fitness, and it will remain unchanged for two hundred years.
The Kingdom of Questi: Its believers are spread throughout the continent, and its churches can be found in every city and even some villages.
From high-ranking officials to the poorest people, countless people follow the Church of Questi. Knights from the Church of Questi
are stationed in various countries, and the Ten Holy Knights are distributed throughout the continent. The Church of Questi was
the leader of the demon-slaying army during the human-demon war 500 years ago, agreeing to send a large number of knights as reinforcements. These reinforcements have
remained stationed there ever since, even after changes in personnel. To this day, the people of Questi would not allow the expulsion of the holy knights. The demon race has not been destroyed,
and no king dares to break the demon-slaying agreement. Many nobles and even high-ranking military officials in various countries
have followers of the Church of Questi. Opposition to the Church of Questi would lead to domestic opposition and could potentially overthrow the king.
Each year, various countries pay taxes and protection fees to the Church of Questi according to a set ratio, and the donations from the people are countless
. Therefore, the most powerful, wealthy, and influential country on the continent is the Church of Questi. It is rumored that
the bishops and Templar Knights in the Holy Capital of the Church are far more powerful than the Ten Holy Knights dispatched abroad.
Chapter Three: The Royal Chamber
A wide stone staircase led down a hundred meters into the ground, the torches showing no signs of extinguishing
; it was unclear where the oxygen came from. Finally reaching the bottom, Ronan found fixed candlesticks along the walls,
which he lit one by one. It was a rather spacious hall, with three stone doors
on the left, front, and right, each adorned with an animal image: a horse, a sheep, and a monkey. There were no superfluous decorations, except for
a statue standing in the center—a bird with outstretched wings carved from red crystal. This crystal was undoubtedly of the highest quality, its shimmering light striking
. The wings seemed to burn with flames, making it appear alive. With a chicken's head, a swallow's beak, a snake's neck, and a fish's tail,
it possessed five-colored patterns. Ronan had seen similar sculptures in his previous life; this was impossible! This is the Vermilion Bird, one of the mythical creatures in Chinese culture.
How could this other world have such carvings? Ronan has lived here for twenty years, and this world is a completely
different civilization. Looking at the carvings on the three doors, the order of horse, sheep, and monkey is too coincidental. Seeing
the Vermilion Bird first naturally leads to the association with the 12 zodiac animals. It seems that to find out the truth, we need to go inside and take a look.
Pushing open the stone door with the horse pattern on the left, a sour and fishy smell hits the nose as soon as the door opens. A woman's voice is heard
, "Master? This lowly slave has been obedient all along. My cunt is still wet. Would you like to check?"
The voice is very charming. Looking inside in the dim light, it is quite spacious. After lighting the candlestick, it feels like
a huge torture chamber. The room is filled with torture instruments. In the center is a huge floral bed that is completely out of place with the gloomy surroundings
. Next to it, the woman who made the sound is straddling a wooden horse. The woman's hands and feet are
fixed to the wooden horse. She was completely naked, her back covered in layers of whip marks, deep and shallow, stretching from her shoulders to her buttocks.
Her pert buttocks were dotted with red spots, clumps of wax dripping from them. The candlelight reflected off her
skin, making it appear translucent and luminous. Her skin was so delicate and smooth, unlike anything she had ever seen, making one want to lick it. Her sister, Alicia,
had similar skin when she was very young, but it hadn't been this smooth since. It wasn't that her sister's
skin was bad, but rather that such flawless skin belonged only to newborns. This woman was petite,
yet compared to her sister and Assassin Number 7, she possessed a far greater allure. Her body swayed back and forth on the rocking horse,
exuding a sense of suppleness. Her slightly exaggerated proportions—a firm, rounded chest, a slender waist, and
full hips—featured surprisingly natural curves. While her breasts and hips weren't particularly large,
they were clearly oversized on her petite frame, giving the impression of a voluptuous figure. As she spoke
, the woman looked at Ronan. Although she turned her face to look directly at him, her eyes were unfocused. A blind woman?
And her face truly shocked Ronan. It was the face of an Eastern woman. In this world, Ronan
had never heard of Asians, and it was a classic foxy face, the kind that could bring ruin to a nation. She also had a head of smooth
black hair, black hair being rare even on the entire continent. Seeing such an Eastern beauty in this other world, Ronan
was momentarily stunned and speechless, a sense of familiarity welling up within him, especially since she was a rare and stunning beauty.
"Master? Your Majesty?" The woman stopped writhing and called out again in Ronan's direction. This sound
brought Ronan back to his senses. This was a training room, filled with
tools for training women. The enormous bed could easily fit seven or eight women at once. He'd heard of wealthy and powerful people
building dark training rooms to abuse and train women as sex slaves, but Ronan never imagined royalty would do such a thing. This woman must
be the King of Kent's slave; judging by her appearance, she must have suffered terribly.
"Your Majesty has been dead for six days. Who are you? Are there other people here? Why are you imprisoned here
? How long have you been imprisoned?" Ronan didn't keep her waiting for an answer, and also asked a few more questions. Ronan
realized he'd asked too much too soon; these questions should have been answered more slowly. He was simply
very interested in her Asian appearance and eager to know more about her.
"He's dead?" The woman stared blankly for a few seconds after hearing this. "Haha, hahaha, finally, he's
finally dead." Then came a maniacal laugh, a kind of liberated and unrestrained natural indulgence. The seductive charm she had just
displayed vanished; her flirtatious and wanton behavior must have been coerced. After her loud laughter subsided, she stared intently in
Ronan's direction, as if she had remembered something. Her expression turned very serious. "Who are you? It's not Quinta's voice. Does
he have other children?" As she asked the question, she was also thinking back.
"Ronan, I opened the door with my blood."
"Is he really dead?"
"Yes."
"Come here, come here!" The woman's voice quickened, becoming urgent and commanding. Anyone locked up
wouldn't be in a good mood, but Ronan didn't mind. He obeyed her command and walked straight to her. "
Open it for me," the woman continued to command. Ronan saw a lock on the wooden horse, which could be opened without a key,
but she couldn't reach it. He flipped the lock, and there was a clanging sound of chains scraping against each other—the chain in the middle of the handcuffs
. The woman was also wearing a pair of handcuffs, completely sealed shut, without even a keyhole. Ronan frowned slightly and bent down
to look around for pliers, awls, or anything like that. "It's useless. This is made of black gold; it can never be opened
. Raise your head!" The woman's tone was calm, as if she had already resigned herself to her fate. The last sentence, "Raise your head,"...
Her breath was hurried.
Ronan glanced up at her, her eyes unfocused. How did she know what he was about to do?
Besides, why the rush, beauty? Was riding the rocking horse comfortable? Couldn't you wait until the buckles were open before speaking? Thinking
this, he didn't say a word, but obediently leaned in. Immediately, a pair of warm little hands cupped
his face. These hands were slightly cool, but very soft and tender, starting from his chin, tracing the defined features,
all the way to his forehead, even touching his nostrils. "Exactly the same!"
The woman was also surprised. Ronan thought to himself, "To be able to tell by touch, beauty, how much do you know about King Kent?"
"Of course I can tell! I'd recognize this face even if it were ashes!" The woman clenched her fists, her
eyes wide with anger, and she gritted her teeth as she said the last part. Damn it, just hearing that sent chills down
my spine. How much hatred could she possibly harbor? I hope she doesn't take it out on me. I didn't say anything, so how did she know what I was thinking? Ronan was completely baffled.
"Don't overthink it! I judged your thoughts from your breath and heartbeat." The woman said this,
but Ronan was still somewhat skeptical. He might be blind, but his mind was as 　　sharp as a mirror. This woman was very clever. "That's true.
If he doesn't die, no one else can get into this house. What do you plan to do with me, Your Majesty?" The woman's breasts heaved slightly, and a half-seduce, half-teasing smile played on her lips. 　　"I guess you've been imprisoned for a long time and suffered a lot of abuse. I'll release you and let you go home." 　　"Impossible. They won't want me there anymore." The woman said frankly. 　　"Then how about this? I'll give you your freedom and compensate you with some money, and help you find a good family to marry into." Ronan offered 　　another suggestion. 　　"Forget it, I'm not worthy of marrying anyone now." 　　"Don't lose faith in life just because you can't see. You're so beautiful, finding a man who's willing to treat you well 　　won't be difficult." " 　　Beautiful? If I were less attractive, I might have a better life. You saw it when you came in; 　　I've been locked up and trained here by him for fifteen years. My eyes can only see my master. My body and mind have 　　long since accepted my identity as a sex slave. I can't continue living as a normal woman. You're too late. If you had come a few 　　years earlier, maybe I could have been saved." 　　"Fifteen years…" Ronan couldn't imagine a woman living in the dark underground for fifteen years. 　　"For so many years, I haven't had anyone to talk to, not even a stranger. So many things on my mind have been unspoken. 　　Since you are his successor, I'll tell you everything. Are you willing to listen?" " 　　Please speak, I'm willing to listen." " 　　I was originally the Queen of Wessex. Hearing that King Kent's power had greatly diminished after his serious injury, my husband challenged 　　him to a duel to regain his long-suppressed dignity. Each offered a beautiful woman as bait, and I 　　was used. He lost, terribly, and King Kent took me to Baron. To him, 　　his wife was merely a pawn in a game. Although he treated me badly, at least he treated me like a human being. Since arriving in 　　Baron, King Kent also made me queen. For the first three years, I had some freedom; 　　he would take me to court, parties, and outings, locking me up here at night. But after that, his temperament changed drastically, and I've lived in this dark, secret 　　chamber ever since, enduring his various forms of abuse and training, never seeing the sunlight again." 　　"You're so beautiful, and he's always abused you without ever showing you any love?" 　　"Love? Faced with his increasingly violent and sadistic behavior, a good whipping is the best love I can get 　　. If my master whips you severely, you must understand his mood. If he's in a good mood, you 　　must let out joyful moans while being whipped, no matter how painful it is, you must endure it and indulge in wantonness to 　　win his favor; if he's in a bad mood, you must cry out in pain and beg him pitifully, 　　so that he'll let you go after he's whipped you severely. Many women were imprisoned here before, and they all died. They didn't win their master's 　　favor enough, and they didn't know how to protect themselves when their master vented his anger. Every day and night was torture. Some of these 　　women were temporarily favored and made queens by their master, thinking they would have a good life. Ha! 　　What about me, the queen? I'm still being trained into an obedient bitch!" The woman's words were filled with 　　resentment towards her fate. 　　"Was he the one who blinded you?" 　　"No, not at all. Ten years ago, I abandoned all dignity and tried my best to win his favor. He wanted to 　　train me to be a bitch, so I barked like a dog, crawled like a dog, drank like a dog, urinated like a dog, making everything I did 　　like a female dog. He liked to hear me moan when he whipped me, so I indulged in my moans for him. Finally, I begged him to unlock my 　　chains. One night, he satisfied all my insatiable desires, using the favor I had won to exhaust 　　him. After he fell into a deep sleep, I secretly tried to escape this hellhole. I was so excited that I didn't realize it was 　　daytime outside. The moment I rushed out of the darkness and saw the light, I went blind. He found out afterward. He couldn't tolerate my 　　betrayal and never treated me kindly again. He became even more tyrannical and locked my hands and feet forever." As she finished speaking, 　　the woman stroked the chains, her eyes glistening with tears. 　　Ronan looked her over. The handcuff chains were short, only about a foot long, 　　while the leg shackles were longer, about two feet. Both handcuffs and leg shackles would cause significant inconvenience; she couldn't use her hands separately 　　for tasks, and the long leg shackles restricted her running. The jet-black shackles were beautiful, glossy and shiny. The chains were thin, 　　the shackles thin, yet they were not light and were exceptionally strong. Ronan knew that breaking them was nearly impossible; these things 　　could very well bind this woman for life. 　　"I want to see my sisters, may I?" 　　"Didn't you say they were all dead? Where are they buried?" 　　"In the third door, the one with the monkey carving." 　　"Alright, I'll take you there." With that, Ronan unfastened the clasps on the wooden horse's legs, then, with one arm around her waist and the other 　　lifting her legs, he lifted the woman down. He could clearly feel her frailty and weakness; she exuded a faint, pleasant 　　fragrance. Having been bound for seven days, Ronan didn't think she'd have time to wear perfume; this was likely her natural 　　scent. He also noticed a large water bottle hanging above the wooden horse, with a closed rubber funnel underneath.

The funnel was shaped like several handles. The switch on the funnel was connected to a wall clock. Ronan guessed that
the clock would periodically release water from a large water bottle into the rubber funnel, which the woman would then suck up. No wonder
the rocking horse was so damp—it was all the woman's urine. But didn't this woman defecate?
How could she not defecate for six days? Unless she hadn't eaten anything. Right, being tied up here, she certainly couldn't eat anything; she must have
been starving after so many days. He'd take this woman to get something to eat later.
"Aren't my breasts soft? Aren't my buttocks perky? You don't even touch them. Do you think
women who have been with other men are dirty? Or do you think I'm cheap? You don't even deign to have any contact with me
?" The woman spoke with a self-deprecating tone, first cupping her breasts with both hands, then stroking her buttocks, before
pressing Ronan with a sharp questioning tone.
He already had a crush on this woman, and she was very beautiful. Now, her provocative actions had severely aroused Ronan
's physical reaction. His penis was pressed against his crotch, and he had a strong urge to pounce on her and pin her to the ground. "I don't have a virginity
complex. If being touched by a man makes a woman dirty, then how many clean women are there in the world? Nonsense.
The reason you've become like this is King Kent's fault. I'm practically his son, and I only feel a deep sense of indebtedness to you.
How could I think you're cheap? Your actions just now were dangerous. I'm also a young man full of vigor, and I couldn't help
but think... "I'll take you right here and now, knead your breasts until they're swollen, and I want to bury my face in your ass all day, licking
and teasing you until you moan loudly. But I can't do that. Look at your flat stomach, your thin cheeks.
I saw it clearly when I picked you up. You're very weak right now. Even if I crave your body, I have to wait until your body
recovers first. See? You can't even stand up!" Ronan's words were half true and half false. The latter
part was mostly for himself. She was so weak, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold her and would fuck her to death.
"So that's what you actually think!" The woman's mocking question slowly turned into surprise after hearing this, her
expression a fascinating shift, revealing a sense of helplessness towards fate. She continued, "My master never thinks of me; I'm the only one who
has to beg him. You think I'm too weak to stand? That alchemist, the lackey of King Kent,
tampered with my tendons. I can no longer stand and walk; I can only crawl, like a dog." Then she really did
crawl to the bedside like a dog, opened a drawer with her mouth, and took out a collar and leash. She crouched down in front of Ronan,
her fists slightly clenched. That person was already dead; there was no need for her to do this. To imitate a dog completely would only be
self-degrading. Ronan took the leash from her mouth, and she immediately shook her head cutely and stuck out her tongue. Ronan felt
a mix of emotions.
After a few seconds, she seemed to snap out of her daze and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, I've taken you for my master. No matter
how you see me, this is who I am, and I can't change it. Without a leash, I feel
like a helpless little dog without a master, and I feel incredibly uneasy."
Ronan was silent for a moment, then sighed, put the collar on her, picked her up
, supported her bottom with one hand, and hooked his other arm over her breast to pinch her nipple. This little bottom felt amazing,
soft and smooth, and those pink nipples—it was hard to believe she was a woman in her thirties. The woman only
panicked slightly, uttered a single "master," and let Ronan pick her up. She only struggled slightly before obediently
accepting Ronan's advances. She bit her lip, rested her head on Ronan's chest, and let out a soft moan. This little beauty
was quite sensitive; her nipples hardened after just a few gentle pinches.
Thinking he'd show her the body of her friend and then take her to eat, he walked quickly, arriving at the monkey-patterned
door in a flash. Pushing it open, he was immediately hit by a strong stench. "How long ago did that woman who recently died die
?" Ronan asked.
"About four months."
"Do we still want to go in?"
"Yes, we absolutely have to!"
Ronan gritted his teeth and carried her inside. The entrance led to stone steps, then a turning platform, and finally to a
spacious circular hall. There was no need to light the surrounding candlesticks; in the center of the hall was an
altar emitting a uniform light, illuminating every corner. The floor was littered with corpses, dozens in total. Some were still wearing only light
clothing; these must be the women who had been tortured to death. Some were just skeletons, some were mummies,
and others still had parts of rotting flesh emitting a foul stench. Ronan felt nauseous, almost vomiting on the spot;
the smell of breakfast filled his nostrils.
"Put me down! Quickly!" The woman in his arms couldn't see, but the scent told her they had arrived.
Ronan didn't know what she wanted, but he still put her down as she requested. She immediately crawled towards the corpses, picking
one up, touching it, and putting it down, then moving on to another. She even carefully examined the rotting flesh. Finally, she held
a black female corpse in her arms. It was a woman with very long hair; she had been dead for an unknown amount of time, but her hair
still looked smooth and shiny. Judging from the skeleton, she was a tall, slender woman. Then she
cradled the corpse's head, tears welling in her eyes, and held the corpse's withered hand against her face, rubbing it gently.
"Sister Ai Erli, your sister Elisa has come to see you. Without you telling me about Master's temper, I
might have been beaten to death in the first year. Without your desperate pleas, I, who failed to escape and became blind, would have
been killed by Master long ago. You treated me like a sister, bringing warmth to this hellhole. Just because Master got
tired of playing with me, even that lackey alchemist lost the pleasure of modifying women's bodies, Master
whipped you relentlessly until there were no more groans, until there was no more movement, until your skin was torn and bleeding, and then threw you here."
Elisa then lay down in the corpse's arms.
Ronan, having overcome his initial discomfort, was at a loss for words of comfort. He glanced absently at the altar and saw
inscriptions—in Chinese characters, no less. Just as he was about to examine them more closely, Elisa, recovering from her grief, said to Ronan
, "Do you know who she is? The beloved youngest daughter of your Empire's Chancellor Hawke. How could a Chancellor not know
the fate of us women? To throw his precious daughter into the fire—what a loyal subject!"
Ronan froze, realizing that Chancellor Hawke must also know of his daughter's death, murdered by his own emperor.
To think that he would be so loyal to the emperor's son, Ronan couldn't possibly face
Prime Minister Hawke's earnest desire to legitimize him. Ronan had no affinity for the King of Kent, yet he couldn't shake
the guilt he felt towards Hawke.
"This girl was originally the daughter of a village chief in a border village. Because of her cuteness and sweetness,
she caught the eye of her master, who killed her childhood sweetheart and betrothed, and brought her here to be 'trained.' He threatened
to slaughter the entire village if she disobeyed. She dared not hate her master, so she could only endure it, obediently following his orders.
After three months, her master grew tired of her constant crying and decided to let her cry it out. Then he told her the village had vanished.
The girl couldn't bear the blow and went mad. How could a madwoman be obedient? She was then
slapped to death by her master. And this one, do you see her slender bones? She was an elf girl. I truly admire
her strong will; she would rather die than disobey her master even once. The result was that she endured various forms of humiliation within two weeks before being
raped to death. Her master showed her no gentleness, venting his rage on her in the most brutal way. And this one
… and…" Elisa picked up one female corpse after another, each a woman with a story. What they had in common
was that they all died tragically here. She was recounting King Kent's crimes to Ronan,
her voice growing increasingly laced with hatred.
"You hate him, don't you? Why do you still call him 'master'?"
Elisa, head bowed, sobbed uncontrollably, "I...I...without a master and his commands, I don't know
how to live." A deep resentment towards herself lingered. Her master was like heaven, his commands the ultimate goal.
Her mind had been repeatedly lashed out, ultimately imprinting this distorted value system into her soul. Resentment, helplessness, compromise—
she must have endured incredibly cruel abuse.
Ronan didn't want her to dwell on these unbearable memories, so he asked a different question: "Why did he put
all these corpses here?" "
This altar has the function of binding the souls of the dead. With the corpses here, the girls' souls can't go anywhere."
Ronan was startled, frantically looking around. Where were the souls?
"Only those with high strength can see it; you haven't reached that level yet."
"It's alright. If I could see it, I'd probably be very unsettled."
"Their deaths have nothing to do with you, why are you so nervous!"
Calming down, Ronan looked again at the inscription on the altar. Marrow Cleansing Body? This is a cultivation technique, a true
cultivation technique! "Who left these words on the altar?"
"What words? The master said this altar existed before the founding of this country, and it also had words on it.
For two thousand years, no emperor has been able to decipher these characters. It's not Elvish, nor is it a magical spell. Legend has it that these
words and writings were left by the archangel worshipped in the Church of Quetzalcoatl. It's the language of God. Why are you asking about this?"
The archangel—this has nothing to do with winged birdmen. Ronan had already read them aloud, feeling a
surge of heat within him. Perhaps only he in this world could recognize these words. "I can understand them."
"Don't talk nonsense. Many learned sages have been invited, but none of them could understand a single word. You
can understand them? Then tell me what these words mean?"
Ronan noticed that with each word he read, the aura around it would fade. He understood the meaning of a sentence
but couldn't express it. It was a very strange feeling. After reading it through, the luminous characters
seemed to fly into his body, even the light itself was absorbed. He felt an inexhaustible supply of energy and
strength, so abundant it was almost unbearable. His muscles, bones, blood, and even every cell became unbearably itchy
; he wouldn't feel comfortable unless he released this power and energy. Sofina heard Ronan grimacing as he endured the itch
and asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen to you?"
"Nothing, just a sudden itch all over my body. Wait, there's a weapon behind this altar."
"Don't touch it! That's the Fiery Spear, an artifact of national destiny as ancient as the altar. Only those with high-level martial arts can
wield it, and even then, they can only wield it. Ordinary people who touch it will be injured by the backlash from the fiery energy within."
Hearing her words, Ronan was even more determined to try it. If it was as ancient as the altar, then it might
be a cultivation artifact. He reached out and lifted it—it was heavy! But now, with his inexhaustible strength, he strained to lift
the weapon, which was neither a spear nor a halberd. Fortunately, the shaft was engraved with the words: Phoenix Wing Gilded Halberd.
It was the weapon of Yuwen Chengdu in the Sui and Tang Dynasties; Ronan had seen the TV series and remembered it. He could feel the immense energy within the weapon, and holding
it was becoming increasingly difficult; it might actually backfire and injure him. Right, the spearhead of this weapon was so
sharp, why not try it?
"Don't move!" Ronan said to Alyssa, thrusting the spearhead at the chain. Slash! The entire spearhead pierced the floor tile
without any resistance; the chain broke without a sound, the broken edge gleaming. So powerful
! Ronan dared not be careless, immediately pressing down on Alyssa's hand and carefully slicing the handcuffs with the spearhead, afraid
that the slightest deviation would injure the beauty. At first, Alyssa wasn't very obedient; she tried to
break free when Ronan held her hand down. But once one hand was free, she obediently let Ronan do as he pleased. Soon, the handcuffs that had bound her for twelve years
were broken. Alyssa's undisguised joy was evident. She didn't like being bound either; he just couldn't
understand how he had trained her to like being chained up. He put the Phoenix Winged Golden Halberd back in its place; it was definitely a divine
artifact, yet it was so difficult to handle. Looking at the altar, all the words had disappeared.
"Now that we've paid our respects to the deceased, let me take you to get something to eat. These corpses will be taken out and properly
buried later; I still have that right." He scooped her up by the buttocks, and Alyssa seemed more natural,
less reserved than when she first touched a strange body.
"Don't you want to see what's behind that door? That's where the real royal treasures are."
Ronan thought it made sense. He was only
interested in the royal secrets inside, not the money for his travel expenses. Unless, of course, there was a beautiful woman like the one in his arms locked up there. Pushing open the door and turning on the lights, he could see a dazzling
array of treasures. At the very back were more than ten scrolls of parchment. "Master, this lowly servant wants a piece of jewelry." That "
Master" was so sweet it melted his bones. He'd just wished for it to come true. He should really hug her and kiss her hard. But then Ronan realized something was wrong.
Why was she calling him "master"? Looking at the woman in his arms, she was so alluring and delicate.
"I can't help but see you as my master, you're so much like one. Please, master, grant this selfish wish of your lowly slave.
Without you, I can't live. I'm so obedient and well-behaved." She gave him another seductive glance
, lightly kissing his cheek. Three parts servility, three parts playfulness, three parts allure, and one part
undeniably feminine charm.
Ronan's blood rushed to his head. He picked up a jade bracelet, conspicuous even among the pile of treasures, and was about to put it on her. He
then began to enjoy her body. The bracelet felt cool against his skin; it was a good thing, with a calming and purifying effect.
His mind cleared, but his body was still on the verge of exploding. An overwhelming heat surged within him. The energy absorbed from the altar's inscriptions
was also restless, spreading from his dantian throughout his body. Wherever it passed, it felt like it was about to explode
. Intense pain shot through him from head to toe, his nerves almost numb, yet his mind remained clear and alert,
preventing him from fainting. Even as he continued his erratic behavior, the beauty in his arms sensed Ronan's odd behavior and looked on in surprise
. Ronan pulled her even tighter, opened his mouth wide, and kissed her alluring little mouth,
covering her nose completely. She smiled sweetly, her smile slightly parted before she pressed her lips to his, her little tongue, coated in fragrant
saliva, knocking at the door. The intoxicating aroma stimulated Ronan's senses, and he, too, extended his tongue, following her lead, lingering in
her little mouth. Alyssa's salivary glands were incredibly active; Ronan's tongue felt like it had taken a bath inside,
filled with her scent. Soon, both tongues returned to Ronan's mouth. Alyssa's nimble tongue, like a playful
deer, swept around Ronan's mouth, so mischievous. Ronan's tongue, like a big bad wolf, only wanted to catch her and
savor her.
Ronan held one of Elisa's buttocks in each hand, pulling her close to him, their bodies pressed tightly
together. From the moment they began kissing, Elisa had her arms wrapped around Ronan's neck and her legs around his waist,
leaning all her weight on him. Of course, Ronan didn't dare to
knead her round buttocks too much, given the whip marks. He was too gentle to hurt her. His fingers explored each opening, his
left index finger inserted into her anus, his right hand caressing the petals of her vulva. Her anus was so tight, her labia so small and delicate
, the flesh so tender and smooth. Was this really the woman others had been with for over a decade? It was simply amazing. The dragon was released
and aimed at the entrance. Its fingers pried open the lips as much as possible, and the glans tentatively squeezed in. It clearly felt
the woman's body tremble slightly, facing considerable resistance. With the lubrication of her nectar, a sudden burst of strength
pushed the glans completely inside. This vagina was so narrow; even a virgin's first time wasn't this difficult. As soon as the glans entered, 　　a
warm current flowed out, and the woman stiffened, her arms and legs tightening their grip, her back arching, and her lips raised, tilting her head back. "Mmm, mmm," she moaned softly. This! She'd already climaxed! 　　She was already enjoying it before even thrusting! This sensitive body, if she didn't climax repeatedly, it was a real steal. 　　As Ronan further enjoyed this body, the pain intensified, the stimulation far exceeding lust. 　　His body felt like it was melting. He cried out and collapsed to the ground. The woman was clinging too tightly; he couldn't release her immediately 　　and inevitably pressed down on her legs. Ronan felt excruciating pain with every breath, 　　writhing on the ground, drenched in sweat. Elisa sat beside him, anxiously calling, "Master, what's 　　wrong?" Slowly, even her voice was drowned out by the agony. His consciousness gradually faded. 　　After an unknown amount of time, Ronan woke up again. The pain had subsided, and he heard a sucking 　　sound. His lower body felt hard and warm. Looking up, he saw Elisa kneeling between his legs, her two delicate hands gripping 　　his large penis, her small mouth working hard to suck on the glans, her lips gently biting the neck of his penis, her tender tongue constantly 　　stimulating the urethral opening. One hand stroked his penis, the other rubbed his scrotum, the rhythm synchronized. 　　His body lost control, and he ejaculated immediately. As he ejaculated, the woman sucked intensely, not avoiding him at all, but sucking all the semen 　　into her mouth. Ronan didn't feel a single drop of semen fall onto the glans after ejaculating, meaning it was sucked 　　away the instant he ejaculated. She also noticed that Ronan was awake, and slightly raised her head. The glans was covered with her glistening saliva. Then she 　　pressed her lips against the urethral opening and sucked hard, not letting go of even a tiny bit. If there was any urine, it would have been 　　sucked away by her like that. 　　"Master, you're awake?" 　　"Just woke up, tell me." 　　"Ah... Master, what are you doing?" 　　Ronan stared intently at her little mouth as she spoke, taking a good look inside when she said "ah. 　　" She swallowed it all; her mouth was so clean. "Nothing, just wanted to say you have such good eating habits." 　　"Yes, this is the seventeenth time I've eaten. This lowly slave is being fed to his heart's content by Master." 　　What? He'd already ejaculated seventeen times? Ronan didn't remember having this ruthless ability. Seventeen ejaculations would leave 　　him drained dry, yet now he was full of energy, without a trace of fatigue. He'd felt the little beauty 　　had shrunk since earlier, but now, as he tried to stand up, he realized it wasn't her who had changed, but himself. His clothes were ripped, 　　his long pants were now capri pants, and he'd grown taller. He checked his body and found no torn skin. 　　His face reflected in the nearby gemstones looked unchanged. No wonder she was holding his penis in her mouth with both hands – his penis had grown 　　bigger too. Ronan roughly estimated he was now over two meters tall. 　　"So this is what semen tastes like. It's quite good," Elisa said with a sly smile. 　　"Don't be ridiculous. You've never had it before? Didn't King Kent ever make you give him oral sex?" 　　"Hehe, no, I honed my skills by giving him oral sex. Won't Master be furious?" 　　Elisa said without restraint. "But I've never tasted semen. From the first day I saw him 　　, he was useless. The original master's penis couldn't get erect naturally. We had to channel our fighting spirit into his penis to make it hard. 　　Even though we never ejaculated, we had to keep saying, 'Master, you're so good! I want more!'" Elisa paused 　　and continued, "But what could we actually get? It was all thanks to his strong fighting spirit. 　　Compared to you, Master, the original master's penis was ridiculously small."

It's easy to understand; a penis without function is no different from a eunuch's. It would be strange if it were large. Kent
King lost his sexual function after being assassinated twenty years ago, which was quite tragic. Without function, desires have nowhere to be released
, so it's easy to become perverted. In ancient China, eunuchs were known for their ruthlessness. It's also pitiful that so many beautiful women
lost their lives because of his venting of anger.
"Let's look at the treasure. There's a dagger that fell out of the treasure chest." Ronan picked up the dagger and
breathed on the blade. It was strangely sharp. "Sorry, I forgot you can't see. Tell me what kind of jewelry you like, and
I'll pick it out for you. Huh, what's wrong?" Ronan saw her sitting on the ground, rubbing her stomach with her head down. "Did you eat too much?"
After asking, Ronan felt a little proud. His big penis could make a beauty eat too much. Who else
had that kind of capital? He walked to the table, picked up the scroll, and began to read. It was a martial arts technique, a cultivation method for kingly martial arts.
If he mastered this, he could roam freely across the continent and live to be over two hundred years old. "I'm truly destined to be a protagonist," Ronan
thought smugly.
As Ronan picked up the dagger, Alyssa lowered her head to avoid his gaze. Having come this
far, there was no point in hiding anything anymore. Her face was calm, yet tinged with a hint of relief. Ronan,
his smugness gone, noticed her unusual behavior and asked, "What's wrong, my sweet little beauty?"
"Hmph, you can't cultivate it anymore. The emperors of the Sky Eagle Empire have all cultivated their King's Battle Qi to a very high level,
so they had the power to plunder pitiful women from all over the world and put them in this demonic cave for their debauchery. But with you, it's finally over
. I was fortunate enough to be brought here by him when I was favored, and I saw the scroll. Only men can cultivate it, and those who succeed
must remain virgins for the first twenty years. You have no chance!"
"Looks so obedient, but you're quite cunning. How did you manage to scheme against me, little beauty?" After saying this, Ronan thought about it
and felt it wasn't such a big deal. Maintaining virginity for another twenty years was also a kind of torment.
"I hate him to the core. He ruined everything for me. I'm left to live as a sex slave, a
sex slave who can't survive without a master. I want revenge. What will I do with my hatred now that he's dead? You can only blame your bad luck!" Alyssa
's expression returned to the cold, hateful look she had when they first met.
"Your revenge is rather shallow. You just couldn't master a martial arts technique. It's nothing."
"You don't care about a King's Martial Arts Technique? You think my revenge is just this? It's just that I didn't succeed." Alyssa
looked surprised.
It's understandable. For example, in martial arts novels, all the great heroes would fight tooth and nail for that peerless martial art
. If an ordinary person found it, they probably wouldn't care. Although most people in this other world where strength reigns supreme
yearn to master a powerful skill, whether it's martial arts or magic, Ronan belongs to another
small group. He has a very casual attitude; he's naturally happy when he gets it, but he doesn't feel any loss when he doesn't.
"If you really wanted revenge, you could have killed me while I was unconscious, but you didn't
. Little beauty, did you fall in love with your master and then become unable to let go?"
"You think I didn't kill you? I don't know what happened to you, but your body was filled with a
flow of energy that even a dagger couldn't pierce. I tried countless times to cut off your manhood, but there wasn't a single wound. I only
hate that I'm too weak. Why do you think I called you master? It's because I was afraid of being too soft-hearted. Just saying 'master'
reminds me of everything he did to me, so I can't forget that deep-seated hatred!" Alyssa glared at Ronan,
her expression ferocious, because she couldn't see that her glare wasn't directed at Ronan's face, but rather at his exposed
penis.
Ronan quickly checked his penis for any cuts or scratches. What was going on? He thought he
'd won over the beauty, but it turned out like this. "Then what about the oral sex you gave me when I woke up?"
"Since the dagger couldn't hurt you, I'll find another way to kill you—to let you die from exhaustion. You think you only
ejaculated seventeen times? I was too weak to eat your semen, and ironically, I actually
found it delicious! It's all his fault! And you, you can only blame yourself for being his son!"
Alyssa grew increasingly furious, her voice laced with madness.
"So how many times did I actually ejaculate? You didn't get to the point."
"Huh?" The beautiful Elisa was pouring out her hatred when Ronan's sudden
question completely ruined the atmosphere. "At least fifty times. When you woke up, my muscles were so sore I couldn't eat..."
Her voice trailed off, Elisa's voice fading with each word. Elisa, filled with overwhelming hatred, was completely oblivious to the fact that the man opposite her seemed oblivious. He slightly twisted
his face and repeated coldly, "No! I don't want to suffer your abuse anymore. Ever since I went to that room and saw my sisters'
corpses, I've decided that dying with them is the only way out. At least I won't be a failure, at least I'll
have avoided a future menace. Come on, kill me." Elisa closed her eyes after saying this.
Several minutes passed. "Why aren't you doing it? Kill me!" Elisa
shouted at Ronan.
"Why did you do this?"
"I wanted to kill you and prevent you from cultivating King's Battle Qi. Don't you hate me?"
"You're a pitiful woman, so beautiful, you should be loved." Ronan walked over and stroked
her pretty face. He could understand her revenge. How much suffering she had endured over the past ten years in darkness! Such a charming
woman, yet she was blind.
Alyssa bit Ronan's finger hard, but it didn't hurt at all. Just now, Ronan had already learned that all her teeth were fake, made of a softening paste. He could imagine 　　the suffering she endured
when she stubbornly refused oral sex or deliberately bit the other person during oral sex. Not a single tooth was left. There was another reason. 　　Ronan had just felt the Battle Qi in his body being destroyed and transformed into another kind of energy he didn't know how to use— 　　True Essence. True Essence and Battle Qi in cultivation are incompatible; only one can exist at a time. A large amount of True Essence naturally replaced Battle Qi. 　　These past ten years of cultivation had been in vain. Fortunately, the cultivation manual had made his body better, but he didn't know how to use it at all. To be honest 　　, I have to thank the little beauty for not exploding with death. Regardless of her initial intentions, those fifty-odd ejaculations weren't 　　ordinary semen; they were essence brimming with true energy. The true energy flowing into my body from the altar inscriptions exceeded...

She had managed to push her body to its limit in this unconventional way. He wondered if she would
grow taller later, from 1.5 meters to a 1.8-meter-tall beauty.
"Elisa bit her lip, a tear streaming down her face," she sobbed. "My life has no meaning anymore! Why won't you
let me die! Waaah..." Finally letting go of her hatred, she let out a soft sob. Crying was good; otherwise,
how could she release all the suffering she had endured for over a decade? Ronan knelt down and hugged her. She leaned against his
chest and cried incessantly. After a while, the crying stopped, and she fainted, her face flushed and her body burning hot.
Ronan picked her up, took a bag of gold coins and a box of jewelry, and left the secret chamber.
He hurriedly followed Maddock to the Prime Minister's residence. This time, Maddock was a little taller than Prime Minister Hawke.
Ronan briefly recounted his experiences in the secret chamber. Prime Minister Hawke was delighted to hear this, saying it was divine
intervention. Both Quinta and the Quisti Cult had targeted a young man around 1.7 meters tall, but now he was over two
meters, a perfect cover to evade assassins. No one would suspect an adult could suddenly grow so much taller. Furthermore,
Ronan accepted some of the Prime Minister's suggestions, such as growing a beard, initially using a fake one for better
disguise. When he saw Elisa, the Prime Minister was naturally aware of King Kent's debauchery. Nominally, Elisa
was still the Queen, and His Highness Ronan had an affair with her. Ronan, suspected of being a suspect, was at a loss for words in the face of His Highness's repeated insistence.
When leaving the secret chamber, he left the door open and instructed Maddock to only open the monkey-carved door to bring out the bodies. Maddock was indeed efficient
; he and his guards had already properly buried most of the corpses. The Prime Minister's daughter's body was brought back, and Prime Minister Hawke,
tears streaming down his face, no longer concerned himself with these royal private matters. The physician they summoned was still Farenja. Ronan
couldn't help but feel something was off about this royal alchemist; after all, he was the one who had saved his life. This questioning revealed
... Primarily serving the royal family's sexual needs, she was proficient in drug and surgical modifications to women in any direction.
Elisa lay unconscious on the bed, her body, after becoming burning hot, underwent another change. Unlike herself
, who had only grown taller, she had grown a large white tail, its fur smooth, soft, and
fine, feeling quite nice like a duster. Ronan stroked this tail several times, with Farenjia beside him. Farenjia wasn't bothered by him; after all, he had seen
hundreds, if not thousands, of naked beauties, and Ronan considered him a professional gynecologist. The two were constantly
exchanging information.
"You did this?"
"Your Highness, her growing a tail has nothing to do with me."
Her teeth had also changed; her dentures had fallen out, and when her mouth was pried open, new, tender white
teeth had grown, neat and even, but very sharp. The great alchemist Farenjia determined that it was a fox tail, and the teeth
were fox teeth too. Unlike with Prime Minister Hawke, he revealed some private matters to him, including gaining special
energy, growing taller, having an enlarged penis, and detailed his intimate encounters with women. True to his reputation as a great reproductive health
doctor, he quickly analyzed the results, mentioning stimulating active cells, guiding dormant gene chains to awaken, and so
on…
“Master, could you please speak plainly?”
“Simply put, she has demon blood.”
“Fox spirit blood?”
“That’s a fair interpretation.”
“So you’re saying she’ll wake up soon? Then you’d better hide.
You’re one of the people she hates most. If she begs me to kill you, I’m afraid I’ll sacrifice my principles for beauty.”
“Then… this old minister takes his leave.” The Grand Mage left without a second thought, not even drinking tea.
Ronan muttered to himself, "I have no choice but to send him away so I can repay his life-saving grace later."
Elisa slept peacefully, while Ronan sat by the bed, leaning against it, feigning sleep. She should have rested
much earlier; she slept for a long time, only waking up when Maddock came to urge her as night was about to fall. And she
woke up with a start after talking in her sleep, "I don't want to be alone in this secret room! This lowly slave has been obedient all along.
Master, come quickly! Look at how slutty and wanton I am! Master, I'd be happy to whip this lowly slave severely!
I don't want to be alone anymore! I'm so lonely! So scared!" Even in her sleep, she portrayed herself as a sex slave, uttering these
lewd and obscene words to demean herself. She truly couldn't live as a normal woman. As soon as she woke up, Ronan teased,
"Good girl, let your master hug you."
She reflexively threw herself into Ronan's arms. "This lowly slave loves being hugged by her master, so he
won't whip my little bottom."
"Oh, is that so?"
Elisa's mind finally cleared completely. Thinking about her lewd behavior of throwing herself into his arms, she realized it
was not only indecent but also made her look cheap. "You! How could you do this! How did I grow a tail?"
She noticed quickly, which was understandable, since it was on her body. Ronan saw the tail curled up and straightened
it with his hand. "What are you doing? Don't touch my tail! It tickles." Elisa tried to push Ronan's hand away.
"Why don't you call me master anymore? I quite like hearing it. This tail is so beautiful, what's wrong with it?"
"You want me to call you master? Are you sure you really want to be my master? It's obvious who did this tail.
My body has been modified too much by them."
"I'm leaving soon. To be honest, I'm on the run. Quinta wants to kill me, and the Kingdom of Queste won't let me go either. What are
your plans for the future? Tell me, and I can arrange compensation for you." Ronan's own fate was also unknown.
He wanted to take her with him, but he didn't want to let this woman suffer any more because of his selfish desires, even though it was
his cheap father who had harmed her.
"What are you pretending for! If you're not interested in me, why did you modify a tail for me! You like this kind of thing
, right? Come and touch it, isn't this what you like? As expected, you and your son are both going to torment me! The father is dead, and the son is here to
train me. What use are my thoughts? Anyway, I can only be a bitch under your crotch. My fate is still in
the master's hands!" Elisa said fiercely.
"I think you've misunderstood. The tail is actually..."
"Enough! You didn't kill me, but you gave me a dog tail. You have to take responsibility! I can't
live without a master. You gave me a tail, so I'm your personal bitch, right?! You really like this slave act!"
"You were such a slut when you were a bitch, weren't you! What are you waiting for? Either become my master or kill me!" Alyssa completely
abandoned her dignity and directly checkmated Ronan.
This was a huge misunderstanding. He had been hesitant and indecisive, thinking it over and over again. Damn it, a beautiful woman was offering herself up
as a sex slave. Where could he find such a good thing? Why was he still dawdling? "Don't you like being held by your master?
Come on, slave Sasha."
This was not what Alyssa had imagined. She thought he wouldn't agree, at least not so easily
. She was stunned for a moment. Ronan didn't wait for her reply. He grabbed a sheet, wrapped Alyssa in it, and carried her away. Maddock had been waiting
for a long time.
In the hazy night, a luxurious carriage traveled on the wide road leading to Wessex. The carriage was
spacious, and only Ronan and Alyssa were inside. Ronan held Alyssa in his arms, kissing and caressing her. Alyssa
was overjoyed when she learned that she had grown new teeth. The carriage swayed back and forth, and the two exchanged various amusing gestures. "Sasha's so good,
come on, bark again."
"Woof, woof, woof." Elisa imitated perfectly, clenching her fists, lifting her arms to hold her breasts, sticking out her tongue and
panting, her big white tail wagging ingratiatingly.
"Great job! What reward do you want?"
"I want a hug from Master and to suck Master's finger."
"Always like this, you seem to enjoy it. Okay, come on." Her hobby was quite peculiar. Actually, Ronan could have just
held her like this all the time. She liked curling up and being held by her master, her bottom supported. Luckily, Ronan was now tall and strong
, so it was like holding a child, and then he would let her suck his index finger. If it were a bottle, it would be like
breastfeeding a baby. Thinking it was a fetish of King Kent, after much questioning, she finally said that it made her feel loved by her master
. Her previous master never called her Sasha, always referring to her as a lowly dog or a lowly slave, and never comforted her.
"Master, Sasha is already 33 years old, an old woman. Sasha only lives for Master.
The day Master dislikes Sasha will be the last day of Sasha's life."
"From now on, every day of your life will be Master's beloved slave. Sasha, come here, lick your little asshole for Master again
."
"Master, no! It's so dirty there. You can give Sasha an enema first." Saying this, Elisa opened a
small bag filled with erotic toys, then took out a syringe and shook it.
"Oh... Sasha really knows how to play."
Elisa, with her back to Ronan, stuck out her buttocks, her slender fingers teasing the folds of flesh around her anus—truly a beautiful and vibrant little
chrysanthemum. "Master, be gentle, Sasha is afraid of pain."
"Sasha is so obedient, how could Master bear to be rough?"
"Hmm, hehe." Elisa, her mind wandering, suddenly giggled.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, it's just so good to have a master who loves Sasha, I'm so happy."

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