【Diablo: Destruction - The Forgotten Children】(1)

This fanfiction is woven from my overwhelming love for the characters created by Qi Niang. The dark
world she depicts is beautiful; humanity is kind, and even deception is reduced to a prank. Ordinary people possess great courage, knowing
how to sacrifice and remaining grateful—these are the qualities that allow them to survive disaster.
If the people in this dark world resemble most post-apocalyptic stories, I probably won't read it. Such a people are
better off dead; death is more environmentally friendly and healthier.
As this is my first time writing, I can only imitate the masters. I'm too obsessed with Lao Ni (who deliberately focuses only on the wickedness of human nature,
never mentioning its goodness). Therefore, I'm writing about a trace of filth beneath Qi Niang's beautiful world, coupled with
Gu Daxia's saying that hatred can transform into love, but when hatred ceases, that love can transform into murderous intent.
It was my love for the characters created by Qi Niang that turned into murderous intent… (This is just an excuse).
I have always believed that orthodox hentai is the work and property of the original author, so my protagonist is someone else, and
there is another story. The main motivation for creating this fanfic is to stand up for someone who is either the female lead or 　　a major supporting character
in a normal story … 　　 someone that Qi Niang probably wouldn't even think of. 　　 1. People in Women's Street 　　 Rogue Camp, the New Rogue Bar that has been destroyed countless times, where job changers who have returned from their training are bragging, gambling, and exchanging 　　information. 　　 During a casual conversation, a newly recruited Druid asked about the Synthetic Mutation of Summoning. Before the Druid at the same 　　table could answer, a Savage at another table struck up a conversation as if it were a secret, lowering his voice as if it were a secret. But no matter how low the Savage 　　lowered his voice, it could be heard clearly in every corner of the bar. 　　 "Want to summon a mutant? It's all about affinity! Affinity! The higher the affinity of the summoned creature…" "Hmph! Everyone knows that 　　the higher the affinity of the summoned creature, the higher the success rate of summoning a mutant. The problem is how to raise affinity! If you don't know, then 　　shut up…" "Ha! You've come to the right person!" "What? A savage knows more than a druid? Are you some kind of 　　legendary beast fetishist…" "Take it or leave it. I'm asking you, in the Rogue Encampment, who's 　　the strongest at summoning mutants compared to a druid?" "Probably that heinous, wicked harem elder?" "That's right… I 　　heard it from Elder Van… 　　 So… 　　 a dozen years ago… like this… like that…" 　　 The savage launched into a fifteen-minute tirade… 　　 "Seeing that the Venomous Vine was on the verge of death, and Elder Fan himself was seriously injured with only a single jar of red medicine on him, 　　it was impossible for him to break through the encirclement without drinking it himself. Drink it himself? Or drink it from the Venomous Vine? That was the question." Elder Fan 　　fed the poisonous vine a red medicine while saying, "I, Wu Fan, am not a good person. Shameless, cowardly, greedy, 　　incompetent—you can find many flaws in me. However, I am a man. I dare not say I am a paragon of virtue 　　, but at least I should have a clear conscience. 　　 My intelligence is not low, and I do not act solely on instinct. The poisonous vine's help to me, accompanying me through 　　my loneliest days, is vivid in my memory, and I have never forgotten it for a moment. It cannot 　　be erased by absurd reasons such as instinct or low intelligence. My conscience can be hidden, but it will never be eaten by a dog. 　　I cannot watch it die now. 　　 " Having said this, the poisonous vine erupted… 　　 "Hmph, a clear conscience? A conscience can't be eaten by dogs? I can't believe humans are worse than summoned creatures..." 　　 A job-changer, so ordinary-looking he'd be lost in a crowd, couldn't take it anymore. He tossed out some nonsensical 　　words and some money for drinks, then headed straight for Women's Street. 　　 Women's Street, as the name suggests, is the brothel complex of the Rogue Encampment. Every woman there is a 　　pitiful woman who has lost her family and has no one to rely on. To support themselves or their families who are also unable to work 　　, they have no choice but to take this job. The women here don't have low status; at least, even noble job-changers 　　can't force them into prostitution. 　　 Some women, thanks to their skilled bedroom arts, manage to marry and become wives, some even becoming second or third wives of powerful families 　　. Of course, people still have some prejudice against prostitutes, so becoming a legitimate wife is practically impossible 　　. 　　 The weak rely on and help each other. Physical labor is never-ending, and even unforeseen circumstances 　　mean there are always a few days each month when they can't work. If they don't help each other, will they go hungry on those days? This 　　 unique environment forms a distinctive circle. When mutual help becomes a habit, forgetting one's roots is even rarer. Those who have successfully made it on the path 　　often help those who haven't, and those who haven't made it on the path don't forget to 　　send a message if they hear any news from the larger community that interests them. 　　 This is the fundamental structure of Women's Street. 　　 The main street of Women's Street is filled with tents, some open, some closed. Open tents are for guests; customers 　　look around from the outside before entering. Closed tents are for guests already working inside. 　　 The ordinary-looking job seeker, after twisting and turning along the main street of Women's Street, entered a dilapidated house in a side alley. 　　 Inside the room was a woman with long, shoulder-length, brownish-gold hair, an oval face, and bright, lively eyes that seemed 　　to hold an indescribable allure. 　　 She was undeniably beautiful, though her height was somewhat short, detracting from her overall allure. 　　 She wore only a thin veil, just covering her chest, which accentuated her full figure and slender waist. The glimpses of her pubic hair were 　　captivating. 　　 Her lower body was completely naked; the triangle formed by her brownish-gold pubic hair perfectly concealed her private parts, and the glistening 　　dampness indicated she had just been masturbating, leaving much to the imagination. 　　 The job seeker, however, seemed completely unfazed, showing no interest whatsoever. 　　 "Oh...you're back, earlier than usual..." 　　 "Aunt Petit, aren't you working today? Why aren't you at the tent?" 　　 "It's Sister Petit...my little Vess...I want you to keep me company today." 　　 Saying this, she wrapped her arms around Vess's (the ordinary-looking job changer) neck. 　　 "Aunt Petit, you raised me!" Vess couldn't help but swallow hard, catching a glimpse of a deep cleavage through the fabric, 　　and seeing the shapely body pressed against her. 　　 "It's Sister Petit! Good to know that. Hurry up and take off your pants to repay your kindness, or... 　　are you disgusted by Sister Petit's dirty body now that you've changed jobs?"

(Author's note: Those raised on money and sex who think prostitutes are dirty aren't human.)
"Aunt Petty, I don't despise you, what's wrong? This isn't your usual self!"
"Hehe… Sister Petty might be going ashore. A Kurast-class paladin wants to marry me.
I'm worried about leaving you alone…"
"Even though I just changed jobs, I'm still a necromancer, okay… I won't be unable to take care of myself."
"I'm not worried about that. What I'm worried about is…" Petty reached into Vess's pants, playing with
his genitals, "This."
"Without me watching, that slut Shaka could tear you apart.
It's your fault for being careless in the toilet; she's been nagging me about this weapon for years."
"Aunt Petit... I consider you my mother."
"If you consider me your mother, then do a good job. I don't remember raising you into a useless piece of trash who wouldn't even sleep with a woman.
If you don't consider me your mother, then what are you hesitating for? Come on." Without allowing Vess a chance to explain, he pulled out his
penis, aimed it at his wet vagina, and found that even with his toes outstretched, he couldn't take in this beast.
With a slight push from the hand hanging around Vess's neck, he gently slid the penis eight or nine-tenths of the way into Petit's vagina.
Petit was petite; after the penis was inserted, her feet didn't touch the ground, and her entire weight was supported by Vess's penis.
Petit's weight caused the penis to penetrate directly through the cervix, pressing against the uterine wall. This powerful impact even made the
battle-hardened Petit lose her composure.
The grip on Vess's neck loosened naturally, sliding down his chest as he leaned back.
Vess, initially at a loss, reacted quickly, fearing Petty would fall, and scooped her up in a tight embrace
.
His penis then thrust into her vagina, Petty feeling as if her uterus was being pierced.
Stimulated by a mixture of pain and pleasure, Petty snapped out of her daze.
"Ugh... little Vess... you're so cruel... you just... ruined... Petty-neechan..."
What would a teenager say in this situation?
Vess didn't respond; or rather, he couldn't respond anymore, or perhaps he had already responded entirely with his actions
.
Holding tight, thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting again, thrusting with all her might, wanting only to merge the two into one. The
idea that virgins lack technique is universally true, even for those raised in brothels.
No matter how much you observe, there are always some techniques you can't learn without hands-on experience.
"Ah… um… um… mmm… um… ah… mmm… um… um…"
Pete endured wave after wave of impacts. With each thrust, the pressure on her hands as she gripped Vess
's arms increased or decreased, sometimes groaning, sometimes moaning, communicating with him in this most primal way, guiding
him to occupy her body, filling her emptiness.
Vess, supporting the weight of two people and the reaction force of the thrusts, felt a little weak, so he leaned against
the wall for leverage.
With her back against the wall, the angle of penetration became problematic, making insertion more difficult.
By a stroke of luck, he turned Pete so she was pressed against the wall, allowing the wall to support part of her weight. He gripped her
thighs, making penetration easier; each thrust felt like it was penetrating her uterus.
"Mmm…no…oh…I…I…can't…take…it…again…gently…ah…no…ah
…oh…"
The walls in Pete's home weren't exactly high quality; the rough interior made her uncomfortable, and the
impact of each thrust caused a dull ache in her pelvis, making Pete realize something was wrong.
Most women would probably just endure it, waiting for their partner to climax. Petty was a seasoned pro, finding an opening to switch positions was a piece of cake for
her. She waited until her penis was inserted as shallowly as possible before tightening her vaginal muscles. The novice, Vess, couldn't react in time.
His insertion was naturally shallow, and his withdrawal was naturally deeper.
At that moment, Petty twisted her body, her hands against the wall and her legs raised, rotating 180
degrees around the penis inside her, then landing on her feet, successfully transitioning from a front-entry position to a standing, arched-back position.
Vess felt a jolt of electric shock travel from his spinal cord to his brain, and he involuntarily tilted his head back, took a deep breath,
held on to his throbbing erection, and then thrust all the way in.
The arched-back position allows for deeper penetration than the straight-back front position. With such penetration, the precipice couldn't be held back, and
Pete's insides were filled with semen.
If Vess had enough experience, knowing to pause or thrust lightly a few times, he wouldn't have ejaculated so quickly.
Pete was satisfied, but she knew things wouldn't end there; her opponent was a virgin.
Virgins are creatures who won't stop until they've exhausted all their stamina during sex, and she knew how terrifying Vess's stamina was, something she'd watched grow up
.
When Vess was young, his mother had him undergo druid training, but he couldn't become a druid; he
developed nothing but stamina. Later, when he became a necromancer, his stamina was exactly three times that of a normal druid.
As expected, Vess immediately resumed his thrusting, the piston-like movements resuming without the slightest hesitation.
With a deep plunge of his weapon, the battle blared once more.
Vess bent slightly, his hands reaching inside Qing Sha's clothes to touch her full breasts, lifting them from below—they
felt heavy. Her breasts, too large to be grasped in one hand, were soft and elastic,
deforming under Vess's ministrations.
As time passed, repeated orgasms caused Petty to lose control of the battle; her strength was exhausted. Her
moans gradually weakened, slowly turning into muffled groans, then into soft panting, and finally even panting ceased.
Before completely losing consciousness, she vaguely remembered being placed face down on the bed, her lower body being lifted and thrust into.
Pete had been prepared to be ruined from the moment she decided to sacrifice herself, all to persuade her best friend's son and to
avenge her friend, whom she considered like a mother.
In her dazed state, her last thought was, "Am I courting death?"
The next day, the two woke up naked in bed.
"Why?"
"Well...it's so that I won't let my virgin chicken, which I've raised for so many years, be given to someone else..." "
Really? That's all?"
"Hmm... I don't want to tarnish my reputation. How can I be as innocent as the girls raised in Women's Street?"
"That reason is even more far-fetched than before..."
"Well... to prevent your big stick from accidentally killing someone, I'll let you do some experiments first
. Anyway, killing your own family members doesn't cost you your life."
"Was that something you just came up with to appease me, or something you just came up with to appease me?" "
...Because my adopted son's bestial bloodline is about to awaken, transforming him into a rapist demon who can't be trampled to death even by a billion horses
. For the safety of the Rogue Encampment and Women's Street, the girl who raised this beast has no choice but to shoulder the responsibility
and serve the demon with her own body."
"You can't play like that... You're the one who's a rapist, your whole family are rapists...
no, no, no... you're the only one in your family who's a rapist...
And you, you better stop reading the 'Beast Duke' series, you've already ruined your brain! Still calling yourself a 'young girl'! Hmph!
"
"Your sister Pete is only 25, isn't she a young girl? And you're reading the 'Beast Duke' series... It's for work,
saying a few lines is more effective than any aphrodisiac or virility drug, men love this kind of thing.
If you don't learn a few tricks from the book, you won't keep customers... Sometimes customers even bring the book to play with. Before,
there was this savage guy named Doug something, saying he couldn't read, so he called a few sisters, and had them read aloud one by one, while
the others acted it out, and he played the Duke, having a blast... You tell me, isn't it essential to be familiar with these books?
"
(Suddenly want to take a jab at Old Ni, who always calls for prostitutes and even forces his son to: Who taught you to be so ignorant?)
"These days, even prostitutes need to be educated. The sisters who used to be illiterate regularly go to the general store to
buy books.
(The books are bought at the general store; Wu Fan even bought a novel while buying equipment, see the main story for details.)
It's cheap on those guys who write letters for others; they say they're tutoring the sisters, but they end up in bed with them, and
they don't even need to pay for prostitutes anymore..."
"I say...you seem to have a lot of resentment towards the 'Beast Duke' series..."
"No...I really admire the author...she must be a popular figure, with thousands riding and thousands inserting incense..."
"The dark world has no incense."
"Her clothes are like teleportation scrolls, torn hundreds of thousands of times...
No... I should say she's a very respectable, highly respected senior, a master of the art of killing hundreds of thousands of people.
Otherwise, how could she have come up with so many tricks...
If she didn't deliberately use tricks, to use all the moves in the book in her career, she would have to work for at least 80
years! She'd be inhuman!"
"Aunt Petty, how much resentment do you have towards the author of *The Beast Duke*!"
(Author's note: The forbidden books in the Royal Library, combined with the millennia-long heritage of the elves, are no
less numerous than the erotic books in the mind of a gluttonous nun; they're not something a mere prostitute could possibly glimpse.)
"You should call me Sister Petty. Okay... back to the point, you want to conquer Women's Street."
"What? I want to conquer Women's Street for no reason? What for? Hmm... I should say,
what use is it besides doing it?"
"Don't think I don't know. You've always wanted to get justice for your mother, and you couldn't hold back even more after the job change.
You have no manpower, no money, no intelligence, no strength. Are you just
going to go alone with a head full of resentment?
That's suicide. Listen to Sister Petty. Conquer Women's Street, and you'll get manpower and intelligence all at once. Everything will be
easier. You have the resources to conquer Women's Street. A little training won't be difficult. I, Sister Petty, have personally tested it...
Also... don't think you're invincible just because you've defeated Sister Petty. It's not that I'm afraid you'll be traumatized by your first defeat...
that's why I haven't given you any control... Don't believe me? Try it with the riding position tonight. I'll drain you dry
..."
At the Rogue Camp, in Wu Fan's house, the Three-No Princess kept sneezing.
"Sir, Little Jasmine... seems to be sick."
"Brother Wu, you're not quite up to the task of managing the household. You haven't taken good care of the family..."
"But it's not your fault, brother. You're not home often." Little Sarah is so thoughtful. "
Brother, this won't do. Since you failed, consider it punishment. Just take good care of
Jasmine until she recovers."
"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, I'm getting sick too! I want to take care of her too!"
"Spare me, wait...aren't mercenaries immune to illness?"
"A maid who's been played with until she's tired of it won't find much novelty in getting sick, so it doesn't matter...You beastly
Duke, with your lustful desires, take some expired birth control pills for colds."
"I have absolutely no hope for my foolish master's concern."
"Ah...Fanfan is falling into despair."
Next episode preview: Dark Destroyer: Destruction - The Forgotten Son 2. Enmity and Love: Did Pete really get married
?
Did Vess really go to conquer Women's Street?
Who is Vess's mother's enemy?
Are Wu Fan's family really just there to pad the word count and make minor appearances?
Is Xiao Heitan (小黑炭) supposed to be the first member of Wu Fan's family to enter the story (around episode 3)
?

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