[The End of the Nation] (15)

Chapter 15 The Allure
of the Spider Queen The Five Demon Queens are legends among the demon race. As legends, they are mysterious and the most powerful.
In the long history of the demon race, they have left a brilliant and glorious mark,
their figures always appearing in the torrents of history. They are the five most powerful mythical figures of the demon race, the Five Legendary Demon Queens.
The Five Mythical Queens are: the Spider Queen of Mystic Silk, the Phoenix Queen of Ice and Fire, the Soul-Devouring
Fish Queen, the Illusory Butterfly Queen, and the Lustful Fox Queen. Their images are deeply rooted in the chapters of demon history,
inspiring countless demons to sincerely worship them.
The Five Demon Queens are the most powerful among the demon race. To consolidate their position, they are willing
to sacrifice everything. The Five Demon Queens fight each other and unite repeatedly, and under their unparalleled charm, countless demon
followers always serve under their banner.
If humans are weak, then demons are weak too. Demons cannot live without humans, because men are their
food. They are weak because their numbers are too small, a fact that no amount of power can change. They must hide
among humans; this is the survival rule of the demon race.
After many powerful demons' attempts to rule humanity failed, the demon race accepted reality.
Although the emotions of demons are very different from those of humans, they also crave vanity, power, wealth, and enjoyment. Therefore
, they often infiltrate the ranks of human elites to achieve their goals.
The demon race has always dreamed of one day ruling humanity, personally controlling the
world—this is their ultimate dream. However, the demon race has never succeeded, yet they
will never give up. Their unwavering belief is unimaginable to humans.
The Nine Suns have become the treasure the demon race is desperately searching for. They want to possess the Nine Suns so they
can multiply their race, wage war against humanity, and ultimately rule the world.
Humans are food for the demon race. For survival, the demon race must remain closely connected to humans. Even on
the day the demon race rules the world, they know they must coexist with humans. However, at that time,
the meaning of their relationship will be drastically different.
The Nine Yangs are the demon race's most precious treasure. They have always sought it, searching for it to grow stronger
. Their search is driven by the inexhaustible source of magical power. The Nine Yangs are deeply etched into the demon race's
soul, making them utterly intoxicated by them.
The unique Nine Yangs, in countless cycles of reincarnation, will only appear in one human. The Nine
Yangs are supreme, there is no other. Upon discovering a new Nine Yang life form, the demon race will swarm to seize it
. And when this Nine Yang life form perishes, the demon race will begin searching for the next life form to be reincarnated
—a human!
She
reminisced about the past, perhaps a long, long time ago, but her recollection
was evident in her eyes.
Her figure moved through the vast, luxurious, and elegant hall, the light dim and hazy.
With precise, unwavering small steps, she moved forward with remarkable rhythm and grace, her gait like that of a dancing
fairy. Beneath her phoenix robes, her figure was graceful and alluring, her waist slender and her hips shapely, tall and slim, her breasts full
and rounded, her legs long and slender.
Her delicate, arched eyebrows were captivating, brimming with classical beauty, and her phoenix eyes were
enhanced by the dim candlelight along the path.
Reaching the staircase connecting to the lower palace, her slender hands felt
the warmth of the white jade handrail. Her eyes seemed to gaze thoughtfully, then she gracefully descended the gleaming black
marble staircase, step by step.
Beside the stairs, the dim candlelight flickered, illuminating the Spider Queen. Her eyes shone brightly, and she
seemed to be aware of every subtle movement around her.
On the lampstands she passed, the flickering candlelight immediately extinguished, a scene that
repeated itself on every lampstand she passed—was it the candlelight's love or its fear?
The Queen herself emanated a subtle radiance, giving an impression of solemn dignity, noble
yet unapproachable.
Her high heels, beneath her trailing phoenix robe, clicked alluringly against the marble floor of the next hall
.
The Queen stopped, her elegant hand brushing aside her long, straight, jet-black hair that reached her shapely hips,
causing it to cascade in waves.
Her features were beautiful, yet somewhat aloof; her lips were pursed, devoid of any smile. As
one of the five legendary demon queens of the demon race, she possessed an inherent aura of majesty and sharpness. Her eyes and brows held a dignified and
resolute air, her thin lips slightly pursed, conveying a cool and aloof demeanor.
Two proud, high breasts rose and fell with her breath.
Suddenly, her jade hand grasped a jade fan embroidered with a fantastical spiderweb pattern.
The fan was raised to her chest, then slowly unfolded, and gently fanned herself, sending gusts of wind
caressing her face. Strands of her hair drifted into the full cleavage beneath her low-cut phoenix robe.
The empress held the unfolded fan, gracefully raising it to conceal her small, crimson mouth beneath her straight nose. Her
phoenix eyes, gleaming with golden light, seemed to pierce through obstacles, gazing in a mysterious direction, a captivating smile playing on her lips.
(Is it you...is it you?)
—
The scene in the dining hall stunned the scholar. Mysterious patterns were painted all over the walls in the vast space. The only
light came from the candlelight on a long rectangular dining table in the center of the hall. The table was very long; the scholar thought it could
seat twenty people. The floor was made of precious black marble, gleaming black.
There were eight golden candlesticks on the table, and the candlelight made the candlesticks and the table full of delicacies look even more delicious
. A gentle breeze blew, carrying countless aromas into the scholar's lungs, and his stomach rumbled
incessantly.
The scholar clutched his hungry stomach, turned to look at the beautiful Xiao Fang, and showed a questioning expression, an expression that was both innocent and...
Her sincerity and naivety brought a smile to Xiao Fang's face.
There were two chairs at the front and back of the dining table facing the palace entrance, and ten chairs on each side. Xiao Fang gracefully moved to
the chair closest to the entrance; clearly, the seat facing the door was the master's throne.
"Please take this chair..."
"Th-thank you," the scholar said, somewhat embarrassed, straightening his tattered clothes and trying to sit down politely
. He looked up again at the beautiful Xiao Fang, who nodded, indicating he could make himself at
home.
The scholar then began to enjoy the food, the best he had ever tasted in his life. At first, he
maintained his composure, eating slowly and deliberately, but soon he couldn't keep up. He was so hungry, and the food was so
delicious that he didn't even know what ingredients it was made of.
After finishing the food in front of him, the scholar considered whether he could get up to eat some food further away, then
looked at Xiao Fang again. Xiao Fang met his gaze, covered her mouth, and chuckled softly.
Xiao Fang clapped her hands rhythmically, and two rows of
palace maids emerged neatly from the two vermilion jade doors of the hall—four on each side, no more, no less, a total of eight beauties.
"Here...guests will receive the best service...hehe." "No...I dare not trouble you all
...I..."
"Just sit and eat slowly...okay? Otherwise, it will be difficult for us..."
Xiao Fang pressed the scholar, who was trying to get up, back into his chair, and gracefully retreated behind him. Four
maids on each side carried steaming dishes to the scholar in turn, allowing him to savor them. After tasting
one dish, he faced the next, greedily enjoying the food.
The maids wafted fragrant breezes, intoxicating the scholar. He didn't care about anything else;
it would be foolish not to eat such delicious food. He had just escaped from the jaws of a wolf; could anything be more terrifying?
Xiao Fang stood gracefully behind the scholar, her calm expression concealing a burning passion. Beneath her long, flowing skirt
, her slender legs occasionally rubbed together, seemingly easing the hunger between them. To outsiders, however, she appeared
as a beautiful, well-educated woman, elegantly poised.
"Young master...is it delicious...?" "Delicious...delicious...so delicious..." "Hehe...then
eat more...eat slowly...don't swallow..." The scholar wolfed down his food, completely oblivious to his surroundings
. Soon, with the maids' assistance, the entire table of food was devoured by the scholar
. Yet, he still seemed unsatisfied,
a look of bewilderment on his face. Meanwhile, the eight maids had already left.
Suddenly, directly opposite the scholar, a stunningly beautiful woman with an elegant and aloof air slowly approached from the far end of the palace
. This beauty was Consort Lin. She moved to her chair, her slender, jade-like hands gently pulling it aside,
and then gazed at the scholar with captivating charm.
The scholar was stunned upon seeing the Consort, his mouth agape, his eyes fixed on her as if unable to look away
.
"May I... sit down?"
Xiao Fang, who had bowed when the Consort appeared, was now
somewhat annoyed by the Consort's words and the scholar's dazed expression. She gently poked the scholar on the back, startling him awake.
"Your Majesty... please... please sit," the scholar immediately stood up, gesturing for her to sit.
"Hehe...Young master, you must be starving." "I'm so sorry for embarrassing myself...I hope Your Majesty will forgive me
...I'm so ashamed." "Young master...how should I address you?" "My
surname is Jiang...my given name is Shui." "Young master Jiang...hehe...are you full?
Is the food here to your liking?"
"The food is absolutely top-notch...it's the best and most delicious food I've ever eaten...it's wonderful." "Young master Jiang
...you're such a dishonest person...you're clearly not full...is that right?"
The scholar, exposed by the Empress, immediately lowered his head, looking extremely apologetic. He ran his hands through
his hair with trembling hands, then slightly raised his head and blinked repeatedly at the Empress.
"I...I'm already extremely grateful to be able to enter your esteemed residence...how could I dare to be greedy..."
The candlelight in front of the Empress illuminated her face and the phoenix robe on her upper body. The Empress's eyes were ever-changing, noble
and aloof, her charming unibrows both delicate and arrogant.
The Empress rested one hand on the dining table, her wrist bent to support her pointed chin, her long, straight, jet-black hair
cascading down her body like silk.
"Now that you're here...eat your fill...okay...you don't want to go hungry...right?"
Xiao Fang clapped her hands again, and eight more palace maids entered from the doors on either side. Each
carried a silver tray filled with exquisite pastries. The leftover food on the table had
been cleared away sometime earlier, and these eight beautiful maids carrying the pastries were not the same
as the previous eight.
The scholar counted, adding the eight he had seen upon entering the manor, making a total of twenty-four. Quite a few servants
, each one worth ten beauties, yet it seemed there were even more.
"That's really... I'm so sorry... Thank you for your... hospitality, Your Majesty... Haha." "Young Master Jiang...
I'd like to offer you... a toast." "Your Majesty... you flatter me too much... Hehe." Xiao Fang moved gracefully and rhythmically to
the center of the table, picked up an exquisite silver wine pot, and obediently moved it to the Empress's side. She gently bent
down and slowly poured the clear, fragrant wine into the host's tall, transparent glass. Then, Xiao Fang gracefully
approached the scholar and poured him the same intoxicating wine.
The Empress elegantly raised her glass, first gazing at the wine inside, then watching in the candlelight as the scholar
raised his glass, his crimson lips parted to sip the wine, savoring its captivating flavor. The Empress then
downed the entire glass in one gulp.
After drinking the wine, the Empress's face showed a slight flush. She appeared somewhat different from before
; her face was exquisitely beautiful, without a single flaw, its features sharply defined, as if deliberately sculpted, and her delicate features were unparalleled.
Her jet-black hair accentuated her jade-like face and crimson lips, and her snow-white arms, like lotus roots, were even more captivating.
"Young Master Jiang...do you find the wine here...unsatisfactory?"
"What...no...no...this wine...is excellent...excellent." "Hmm...hehe...then Young Master Jiang
...please have a few more cups...oh." The scholar embarrassed himself again, hastily raising his cup and downing the wine in one gulp, because he had
been mesmerized by the way the Empress drank.
The scholar and the Empress were separated by a long dining table and candlelight. Looking at each other across the table, the scholar, while eating delicious pastries
, secretly admired the Empress's beauty and unparalleled elegance. The Empress, holding her wine cup, noticed the scholar
staring at her blankly. Her phoenix eyes, slanted slightly, were also intently fixed on him, making the scholar feel hot all over.
His hand holding the wine cup trembled, and waves of heat spread through his lower body.
The Empress's jade fan was deliberately, yet seemingly unintentionally, pushed under the dining table. She looked
at the scholar with a mixture of surprise and composure, her expression captivating yet devoid of any lewdness, so noble and elegant.
"Alas… my precious fan has fallen… young master… could you help me pick it up…?" "Your Majesty
… of course I would… I… I'll…"
The Empress watched as the scholar, holding a candle, slipped under the exquisite tablecloth. A
disdainful smile played on her crimson lips, revealing pearly white teeth. A long, sharp red tongue slid out and plunged into the wine in her hand
, stirring it as if a living thing were struggling within.
Her cold, aloof face turned to glance at Xiao Fang not far away. Xiao Fang glanced cautiously at the Empress,
knowing she should disappear now. Head bowed, Xiao Fang slowly retreated from the dining hall, silently
closing the door behind her.
The Empress's soft, long, red tongue swirled in the wine cup, but she didn't drink it. Instead,
she set it aside, watching Xiao Fang discreetly leave. The Empress closed her haughty phoenix eyes, slowly leaning back
in her chair, her crimson lips parting to exhale a fragrant breath.
"Young master, have you found it...?" "Still looking... This dining table is too long and too big... phew." "That jade fan
... is my treasure... oh... I'm really bothering you, young master..." "Oh... oh... alright." Passing
under the long dining table, gradually approaching the Empress's position, the scholar crouched under the table, holding a candlestick in one hand,
carefully searching under the table for the Empress's treasure, afraid the candlelight might burn the table.
The closer the scholar got to the Empress, the clearer the fragrance emanating from her became. Reaching her feet, the scholar
set aside the candlestick, not immediately searching for the jade fan, but instead gently pressing his nose against the hem of her skirt,
inhaling her delicate, lingering scent. He had completely forgotten his mission to find the jade fan.
The Empress, on the table, had already crossed one leg over the other to prevent
any accidental exposure. In her hand, she held the jade fan the scholar had been searching for, gently
fanning herself against her full breasts. She seemed to be resting with her eyes closed, while beneath the table lay another beautiful sight.
"Young master...did you find it...my precious...wasn't it broken?" "I...I'm looking...
looking." "Hmm...if you find it...I'll reward you...young master." "It was nothing...no need for a reward
...Your Majesty..." "Hehe...I find...young master is getting cuter and cuter...heh."
The environment under the dining table was relatively enclosed, with a long tablecloth hanging down to the black marble floor.
The fragrance emanating from the empress seemed to have nowhere to escape, gathering under the table, making the scholar increasingly intoxicated.
"Your Majesty...could you lift your legs a little...maybe the jade fan is under your skirt...because
I can't find it anywhere around." "Alright...but you swear...you won't...peek...at my..."
"I...I know..."
The empress's long, slender legs, which had been crossed under the table, untied and slowly parted, as if she were very shy
. The separation was very slow, but the scholar under the table thoroughly enjoyed the process.
The scholar gently lifted the hem of the empress's phoenix robe and peeked inside. Seeing no reaction from her, his courage
grew. He turned and lay down on the ground, slowly moving his head under the robe. He felt the empress
's legs tremble slightly.
"What are you doing down there...? Haven't you found it yet..., young master?" "It's too dark...it's
hard to find...almost there...almost there!" Unbeknownst to the scholar, the empress was on the table, gently waving her jade fan
, as if she could see through the table. Leaning back in her chair, she gazed at the tabletop, seemingly able to see the scholar
's every move beneath. In truth, she could.
A long, sharp red tongue slid from her jade lips, sweeping across her crimson lips, leaving a captivating fragrance—a fragrance
only the legendary enchantress possessed.
The Empress saw it all. She could see everything the scholar did under the table. A playful smile
appeared on her face, and two sharp fangs slowly emerged from her pearly white teeth, gleaming in the candlelight.
When the scholar's head disappeared beneath the Empress's skirt, he was stunned. The workmanship inside and outside the Empress's phoenix robe
was very different. The inside of the robe, somehow, shimmered with a faint fluorescent light. The scholar
was captivated by the sight beneath the Empress's skirt.
The Empress's long, beautiful legs were slightly parted inside the skirt, clad in long, sheer black stockings and black
patent leather pointed high heels. The fragrance inside the skirt was even more intoxicating to the scholar than outside. For some reason, the scholar
rolled over and knelt on the ground, reaching out to touch the Empress's high heels, her calves encased in long, sheer black stockings
, and gradually moving up to her thighs.
(Little boy, you still can't resist... Heh... Heh) "Young master... what are you doing... how could you
touch my leg... you're such a naughty child... you'll never grow up like this..."
The Spider Queen said this with her noble mouth. Seeing that the scholar didn't respond, she wasn't surprised. Under the table, her two long, slender, silk-
stockinged legs spread even wider.
The scholar was already bewitched and somewhat confused. Although his mind was in a daze, his senses were more
sensitive than usual, and his lower body was already erect and throbbing in his trousers.
The empress's skirt, made of some unknown material, shimmered and illuminated what lay beneath, creating
a hazy yet alluring effect.
The scholar's head was now inside the empress's phoenix robe, drawing ever closer to her mysterious thighs.
He saw that the empress wore only a narrow lace panty, and remarkably, she had no pubic hair. Through
the shimmering light within the skirt and the lace panty, he could see her plump, pink labia parted, revealing bright red flesh and a slightly contracting
vulva that continuously expelled glistening droplets of moisture.
The mysterious source of the fragrance was the empress's vulva, its aroma emanating and flooding the scholar's
lungs, bombarding his nerve center. His chest heaved as he buried his head between the empress's thighs,
inhaling her scent deeply, his hands grasping and kneading each of her long, beautiful legs.
"Hmm...hmm...Young master, you've ignited the fire in my heart...hmm...you're such a
naughty boy...ah...ah..." The empress glanced shyly at the table, brushed her black hair behind her ear,
parted her red lips slightly, and swayed her jade-like body, the consequence of which was to deeply pull the scholar into her abyss. Her jade lips emitted
a bewitching, enchanting voice, sometimes clear, sometimes deep, sometimes magnetic...
The candlelight on the table cast a soft glow, illuminating the noble empress's face.
Two lines of tears slowly slid down her phoenix eyes, wetting her cheeks and making her look like
a pear blossom in the rain, pitiful, poignant, and soul-stirring. Her hazy phoenix eyes would occasionally open to glance at her
reflection in the glass wine cup, then close again in shame and resentment.
The Empress's soft moans, like the clear song of a nightingale, were intoxicating and soul-stirring. Hearing them, the scholar felt as if
his frail body was on fire, his intense lust swelling within him.
He extended his trembling tongue, forcefully licking the Empress's noble black lace panties, feeling through them
the most hidden source of her mysterious pleasure, enjoying the thrill of finding the entrance to her honeyed orifice, sucking her
sweet nectar. Finally, his hands, which had been playing with the Empress's hands encased in black sheer stockings, gripped her shapely
buttocks tightly.
With a sudden movement, his small body lifted the tall, noble Empress from the ground, tearing off the tablecloth,
cutlery, and candlesticks, and placing her on the table. His face, raised between the Empress's legs, his two
beast-like eyes glared at her crotch. The Empress, seeing this, let out a cold,
lewd, and contemptuous laugh.
"Ah...haha...I never thought you had such potential...What a capable little boy!"
"My lord...ah...how do you want to...play a fun...game with me...hehe...hehe
...hahaha..." Xiao Jiang's eyes were bloodshot like a beast's, which would frighten an ordinary person, but the Empress
didn't care at all. At this moment, Xiao Jiang wasn't acting out of his true nature, but rather his beastly potential had been awakened by the Empress.
Xiao Jiang forcefully tore the Empress's expensive lace panties and ripped her noble phoenix robe.
Under the candlelight from the candlesticks that had appeared around them at some unknown time, the noble Empress's two
beautiful legs, clad in transparent black stockings, were spread apart.
Xiao Jiang stretched out his tongue and eagerly thrust it into the noble Lady Lin's most mysterious,
hidden, and precious vulva, the most secretive of the five great demon queens, the Spider Queen. This time, Xiao Jiang accurately inserted his tongue into the Spider Queen's honeyed entrance. As
soon as his tongue entered, the queen's honeyed entrance seemed to possess intelligence, contracting rapidly, tightly entangling Xiao Jiang's tongue
, and secreting intoxicating nectar!
The Spider Queen lay on the dining table, her chest heaving, one jade hand pressed against her chest, the other inserted into
her long, flowing hair that had fallen to the black marble floor. Her crimson lips emitted a mixture of painful passion and
alluring charm, and two sharp, gleaming fangs emerged from her neat upper teeth. Her long, red tongue
roamed over her fangs and across her pointed chin.
She raised her jade head and watched as her two noble long legs were roughly spread apart,
covered by tattered black transparent stockings. Her precious and mysterious tender orifice was being greedily enjoyed by the thin scholar. The empress frantically shook her jade head, causing her long
, straight hair to dance in the wind. At this moment, the candlesticks floating around the two of them began to rotate.
"Ah...good...ah...I didn't expect...you're such a...bad boy...ah...
um...woo...woo..."
"Give it to me...give it all to me...ah...
bad boy."
"You...bad boy...if I had known...you were this bad...I should have let those hungry wolves...eat
you...ah...suck harder...ah..." "If I had known you were such a bad seed...I wouldn't have let you into
my palace...let you starve to death outside...hehe...ah...numb...numb...
you've made me numb...I...I'm numb in my lower body...I have no feeling...you're so
bad, young master..."
"Bad young master...but you'll have to...pay a huge price...oh...you're playing with me...ah
...wah...wah...play me to death...I beg you..."

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