【Hailan Trip】

Setting:
Keenkram, a land favored by the gods. Apart from the supreme gods and demons,
five intelligent races live on this continent: humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, and dragons.
Humans, with a lifespan of 100-150 years, can use martial arts and magic. With a population of 15 million, they are
the main ethnic group on the continent of Keenkram. They occupy most of the fertile lands and are divided into
four major powers: the three great kingdoms of Lovi and La, Sa or Haikaokanglilu, and As, and the Free City Alliance in the south.
Winged People, with a lifespan of 1000-1200 years. Legend has it that the gods bestowed upon humans favored by them a pair of wings and
divine power, representing the gods' rule over the continent. When Winged People fight or are emotionally agitated, a pair of wings composed of elements will extend from their backs
, possessing magical power comparable to that of high-ranking elves. Adult Winged People possess their own special skills. In the year 1533 of the Light Calendar
, there were 15,786 Winged People on the continent.
Perhaps the gods are more inclined to favor women; the children of ordinary human men and winged women have a 50% chance of being
winged, while the children of winged men and ordinary human women are always ordinary humans.
Orcs, with a lifespan of 70-100 years, are physically strong but cannot use magic. They usually resemble humans,
but some of their organs possess beast-like characteristics. In battle, they can transform into beasts, increasing their combat power by 150%-300% and gaining access to their unique skills. Approximately 10,000 or so, they live on the northern wastelands of the continent. They are divided into lion, 　　wolf, tiger, and eagle clans
based on their beast-like characteristics. 　　 Elves, with a lifespan of 600-3000 years, have pointed ears and handsome appearances. They are physically weak but 　　possess excellent comprehension of magic. The elf race is divided into nine ranks from bottom to top. Legend says that first-rank elves have a lifespan of 3000 years, 　　but the most numerous ninth-rank elves only have a lifespan of 600 years. Elves can form contracts with humans to enhance their 　　magical power. Currently, the population is 200,000, scattered throughout the mountains and forests. 　　 Dwarves, with a lifespan of 800-1000 years, are only two-thirds the height of humans and are skilled weapon crafters. Their population is approximately 　　2 million, scattered across the continent. 　　 Dragons, with a lifespan of 3000-9000 years, possess extremely strong magic resistance and powerful physiques; they are near-godlike beings, 　　their numbers unknown. 　　 Half-orcs, half-elves, are a hybrid race of humans, orcs, and elves, holding low status and widely 　　used as servants. 　　 Job advancement: Apprentice Swordsman – Junior Swordsman – Intermediate Swordsman – Great Swordsman – Sword Master – 　　Senior Swordsman – Sword Saint; Apprentice Mage – Junior Mage – Intermediate Mage – Great Mage – Archmage – Archmage; 　　Attendant – Apprentice Priest – Priest, Divine Warrior – High Priest, Divine Knight, Priest – Messenger – Temple Master, High Priest, Elder 　　 . A Great Maple Forest Castle 　　 . Eve. Vandina. Crivedo, the second daughter of Count Crivedo. The Crivedo family is 　　one of the oldest noble families in the Kingdom of Lovijira, possessing noble blood. Count and Countess Crivedo have five children: their 　　eldest son Victor, eldest daughter Helen, Eve, her twin sister Sarah, and their younger brother Charlie, who is four years younger than them. 　　Compared to the average Lightwing couple with only one or two children, the Crivedo family is quite large. 　　 Victor, the eldest son, was transferred to the northern frontier to defend against the orcs 150 years before Eve was born, and Eve never met 　　her 163-year-older brother. No new members were born into the Crivedo family for 149 years after his birth, 　　but from 1503 to 1521 of the Calendar of Light, Victor gained four more siblings. Apart from Victor, 　　the entire Crivedo family lives on their ancestral fiefdom—Great Maple Forest Castle. 　　 Great Maple Forest Castle is extremely hot in the summer, making it difficult to sleep even at midnight. I went to the garden for a while to enjoy 　　the night breeze, then felt a little sleepy, so I went back to my room to go upstairs to sleep. 　　 As I passed the stairwell, I heard some strange noises coming from behind the door. I was startled; only Sarah and I 　　lived in the south building. The maids would all be resting at this hour. Who could it be? I quietly went to the door and peeked inside. 　　 Through the crack in the door, I could vaguely see Sarah and Little John embracing intimately. 　　 Little John was Old John the carpenter's youngest son, 18 years old, and a half-orc. 　　 It seemed they had been making out there for quite some time. Sarah's clothes were half-undone, revealing most of her snow-white skin. 　　She was panting softly, her eyes gazing at Little John with watery eyes, her pair of shimmering white wings hanging down her back. 　　 Little John gently rolled up Sarah's nightgown to her waist, and between her two beautiful, jade-like legs, the skirt's shadow 　　obscured her view, making it difficult to see clearly. The thin nightgown was damp. Sarah moaned softly as she 　　unbuckled John's belt. 　　 John laid Sarah on the ground, lifting her legs slightly apart so they gripped his waist, 　　revealing her wet vulva. Sarah's face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and she breathed softly, "No...don't do this... 　　" John, however, admired her writhing flower, his right hand caressing her smooth, soft abdomen, his fingertips teasing 　　and roaming around her navel. 　　 "Mmm...ah..." Sarah bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling, uttering a murmur that was both helpless and excited. 　　I watched, my heart pounding, my gaze shifting to John's lower body. John's penis 　　was already erect, ready to charge at any moment. 　　 John's penis rubbed and touched Sarah's labia lightly, brushing against them. Sarah's body burned like fire, aroused by the 　　intense heat, both shy and anxious. She moaned softly, "Ah...so...so hot...you...you...don't...don't tease me anymore... 　　I...ah..." Her delicate petals bloomed a breathtaking crimson, nectar flowing endlessly, 　　soaking and glistening Little John's genitals. 　　 Little John, seeing Sarah's desperate struggle, her expression a mixture of sorrow and shyness, was instantly aroused. He breathed softly and thrust into 　　her petals. Although his penis was already slippery from the nectar, 　　the orc's unusually large size was still too overwhelming for Sarah's small, exquisite vagina. 　　With one thrust, Sarah trembled and cried out.

John chuckled and said, "Little slut, do you know how powerful I am now... Take it easy..." As he spoke, he
reached out and caressed Sarah's smooth, tender breasts, playing with them with pleasure. Sarah's chest went soft, her body went limp, and she
moaned softly, "You... ah... you... hurry up... don't worry about me..."
John ignored Sarah, pinching her two cherry-like erect nipples and rubbing them back and forth with his thumb and forefinger.
Sarah clenched her fist and lightly punched John's chest, saying coquettishly, "You... you're so annoying... don't... don't wait for me...
then... then... ahh!
Ah..." After John played with her nipples for a while, she couldn't bear it anymore and cried out again, panting.
Seeing that Sarah was already burning with passion, John thrust his hips repeatedly, like an advancing army, and
with each thrust, Sarah experienced even greater pleasure than before.
“Ah…ah! Ah, ah, um…” Sarah, overwhelmed by the young orc’s love,
moaned in a daze, her delicate breasts pressing against his hairy chest, feeling the powerful masculine
aura. Their faces met, and they immediately began a passionate kiss, their unrestrained moans turning into deep, seductive groans.
Suddenly, John pulled away from her lips, rose to his knees, lifted Sarah’s legs, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and
supported her slender waist with his hands. Their joined bodies arched high, making continuous sizzling sounds, and a bright red
object could be seen constantly entering and exiting her tender, secret place. I was overcome with shame, watching this lewd scene, my heart pounding
, my body clenching tightly, thinking, “How can Sarah and John be like this…so amazing…ah! I…
I…” Seeing Sarah’s entranced, blissful state, I couldn’t help but feel my face burning, my legs clamping tightly together.
John thrust forward with all his might, reaching a climax of excitement. Suddenly, he pressed down on Sarah's knees and pushed forward violently, his knees
slamming against her breasts, as if trying to flip her over.
"Ah! Ah, ah...so...so good...mmm..." Sarah's body arched as John pushed her,
her body swaying back and forth with each thrust of his penis, as if floating in the sky.
Sarah lay on her back, her white feathers swaying back and forth, her breasts squeezed to the sides by her knees, sweat
splattering and dripping from her nipples. John held her knees down with one arm, while his other hand
played with her soft, white buttocks, caressing and kneading them, his hands warm and soft.
"Ah!" Sarah was overwhelmed by pleasure, panting heavily from the relentless onslaught.
She cried out in a pained voice, "Ah...I...I...umm...no...I really can't take it anymore...Brother...brother...I
...ah..." Little John gasped for breath, increasing the speed of his thrusts, like a storm, driving Sarah to a frenzy of excitement.
Her goddess-like figure appeared even more fragile, her head swaying wildly, sweat pouring down her face. She couldn't speak, only letting
out tinkling moans.
Peeking through the crack in the door, I heard Sarah's moans growing more rapid, my heart pounding louder and louder. I was so ashamed I
didn't know what to do. I wanted to leave, but for some reason, I couldn't control myself.
In the stairwell, Little John's excitement reached its peak. With a thrust, his semen burst forth like a stampede of horses,
violently penetrating Sarah's body. Sarah trembled violently, as if a fiery wave had tossed her into the air
, leaving her momentarily dazed.
"Ah...ahhh!" Her high-pitched cries subsided briefly, and Sarah's face fell to the ground, panting heavily .
Her sweat-soaked blonde hair clung to her body, sweat dripping from her forehead and the ends of her hair, still
reeling from the passion. As soon as John withdrew his penis, a large amount of fluid gushed from between Sarah's legs, some clear, some cloudy, some bubbling
. I couldn't help but blush and my heart pound.
Sarah, her face flushed, lay on the ground, panting, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. John, panting, reached out with his right hand, touching
Sarah's clenched petals, collecting some fluid. His palm caressed Sarah's youthful body,
leaving a wet, glistening trail wherever it touched.
My legs were weak, my whole body limp. Seeing my sister, who looked almost exactly like me, in such a lewd
state, my body resonated with her.
As I was lost in thought, Sarah lazily sat up, lowered her head towards John's lower body, and
began to play with his throbbing member in her hands. Under Sarah's caresses and massage, his penis
gradually hardened again. Sarah's red lips parted slightly, and she lightly licked the erect tip with her tongue. Her lips
moved forward, kissing and licking it tenderly, the wetness on his penis making a soft,
slurping sound in her mouth.
John trembled, suddenly sat up, wrapped his arms around Sarah's neck, and
began thrusting his hips in her mouth. Sarah used every technique imaginable—sucking, blowing, kneading, and rubbing—on John's penis. John,
enveloped by those warm, soft lips and tongue, felt an indescribable pleasure. His lower body was already fully prepared for a fierce battle.
"Mmm...uh..." Sarah responded to John's thrusts, her neck swaying slightly
, her delicate tongue tirelessly licking in circles, causing his fiery member to nearly erupt each time.
Seeing this, my heart burned with rage. I unconsciously touched my crotch; it was already soaked with sweat,
especially the hem of my skirt, clearly having been overflowing for some time. My heart pounded, my cheeks burned, and my thoughts were in turmoil.
I murmured to myself, "Really...is it that good?" My fingers trembled slightly as I slipped them under my skirt
to dry them. My right index finger tentatively inserted itself into the wet, secret opening. Beads of sweat appeared on my delicate skin as I suppressed a gasp:
"Ah...ah..."
The already moist, warm flesh, brimming with desire, tightly gripped my fingers. My left hand slid under my skirt,
kneading my silky thighs. "I'm not a slutty woman...I can't...stop..."
The thought suddenly popped into my head.
My index finger, however, didn't hesitate, uncontrollably stirring within the narrow opening, the wet sounds filling
the air.
"Mmm...uh..." With Little John's mouth full, Sarah could only utter muffled sounds. Little John held
Sarah's back, caressing her exquisite body, breathing softly as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Sarah
With his mouth moving and his tongue teasing the girl's most sensitive areas, her desire grew uncontrollable. She closed her eyes tightly
and began to suckle recklessly, taking the head of his penis deep into her mouth and sucking hard.
"Ugh...I...no...ah...ah..." My mind struggled, but my body
betrayed me helplessly. My long dress was soaked with sweat, highlighting her youthful breasts, and her legs were splattered with sticky
fluid. His fingers freely entered and exited her honeyed orifice. Incredible pleasure surged forth, my mind and body unable to coordinate
; my attempts to refuse seemed to turn into incoherent moans of desire.
Little John reveled in Sarah's oral service, his lower body throbbing with pleasure. His right hand, however, explored her
crotch, his hairy fingers becoming wet. Sarah, doubly stimulated, felt her heart pounding. Her voice
grew hoarse, her brows furrowed, and she suddenly spat out John's wet, sticky penis, panting heavily as she pleaded, "I
want it again..."
Her words were incredibly sweet and seductive. John, who was about to ejaculate in her mouth, suddenly
lost control, his blood rushing to his head. A stream of white fluid gushed out, splashing unreservedly onto her yearning face
.
"Oh my...!" I exclaimed in surprise. Seeing Sarah's wide eyes, her face covered in
semen, and a few drops of white fluid at the corners of her mouth, clearly indicating that a considerable amount had been ejaculated into her mouth as well, a surge of intense shame and strange
sensation coursed through my lower body, sending a wave of lewd pleasure through me.
The next morning, I avoided Sarah. I didn't know if she had recognized my voice the night before.
Seeing Sarah made my face flush and my heart race involuntarily. Sarah seemed not to have heard my last words, remaining
as lively and cheerful as ever.
Her long yellow silk dress paired with a beige vest perfectly accentuated her figure, and her long golden hair, tied in
a bun, bounced behind her, radiating youthful energy. I could hardly reconcile this bright young woman with
the lewd scene of the previous night.
The entire morning, as usual, was spent in the garden learning basic magic and music from Sister Helen,
court etiquette and dance from Lady Hua Lian, and listening to Teacher Fu Ke Ruo recount literature and continental history… everything
was the same as always.
The afternoon was the hottest time of day, our nap time. I said "Good afternoon" to Sarah
and went into my room. Sarah followed me in.
"What's wrong? Let's go back."
Sarah smiled radiantly, then suddenly hugged me tightly from behind, kneading my ample breasts, almost startling me.
“Sarah, what are you doing? Stop playing pranks.”
“This isn’t a prank, it’s punishment for my sister.”
“Punishment?”
“That’s right, you were the one peeping last night, weren’t you?”
Sarah turned my face to kiss me, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth like a snake,
intertwining with hers.
“Mmm…mmm…”
I was stunned by my twin sister’s embrace and kisses. I’d hugged Sarah countless times, but this was
the first time in my life I’d ever felt this way, and strangely, I didn’t feel any disgust.
My clothes were unknowingly removed, and I lay completely naked on the bed. Sarah, also naked, pressed herself against me
, licking my lips, neck, ears, breasts, nipples, armpits…my whole body was being licked, and I felt excited. Finally,
when Sarah sucked on my overflowing labia, I quickly reached orgasm.
“Ah…my sister’s body smells so good…”
Sarah used her lesbian techniques to completely subdue me.
"So that's what it feels like...
" I finally came to my senses and asked, "Sarah, when did you find out about me?"
"I heard you when you opened the door, but I wasn't sure. When I heard your voice, I knew it was
you!"
"Then..."
"Don't worry," Sarah smiled, seeing my hesitation, and said, "John didn't find out about you. He's not that smart
!"
"How long have you been together? I mean, like last night..." I asked another question.
"About two weeks, on the night of the birthday party..." Sarah told me about her
relationship with John.
July 18th, a month ago, was my and Sarah's birthday. Our father held a grand
birthday ball for our sixteenth birthday.
Sixteen years old, in high society, represents the beginning of formal social interaction. The ball, held by the Governor of Chigao Province
and the Earl, the most powerful noble family, was extremely luxurious, and all the high-ranking officials and nobles of Chigao attended. During the ball,
no one noticed that Sarah slipped out and met John, who was secretly watching from outside. The two tasted the forbidden fruit, and from
then on, they met almost every night. What surprised me most was that it wasn't just Little John; Sarah also
had relationships with several other men.
"Are you crazy? What about the coming-of-age ceremony? You'll be burned at the stake!" According to the divine commandments, every
believer must remain chaste until they participate in the coming-of-age ceremony. The coming-of-age ceremony is a rite of passage for believers of the God of Light,
held every three years. All believers aged 16-18 who haven't participated can attend. Last year, when I was 15
, it happened to be held, and Sarah and I will have to wait two years until we're 18 to participate.
If it's discovered during the coming-of-age ceremony that one is not chaste, they will be burned at the stake for blasphemy. Although
most of the time it's just a formality that can be passed off as a favor, or by bribing the priests, these are all limited to
situations where no one knows. If it becomes public knowledge, no one will dare to protect you. Sarah's unbridled
relationship with several men simultaneously is extremely dangerous.
"Don't worry, my dear sister will take care of everything! I'm using your name the whole time!"
"What…"
"Haha!" Sarah laughed at my nervous look. "Don't worry, I was just kidding.
But isn't my special skill coming in handy?"
Besides having a stronger affinity for the elements than ordinary people, Lightwing People also possess their own special skills. Each Lightwing Person
's special skill is different and manifests upon reaching adulthood. My special skill is "Moonlight Flowing Water," a
legendary ability of the Moon Goddess, a handmaiden of the God of Light. I only mastered it this spring, and no one else
knows about it except Sarah. "Moonlight Flowing Water," as a divine technique, is said to temporarily grant the recipient
a body like a god. Although I can't fully unleash the power of this divine skill to grant the recipient divine power, I can make them
as holy as a god, at least allowing them to pass the coming-of-age ceremony openly and honestly.
"I don't care about you!" I rolled my eyes at Sarah, feeling relieved.
Sarah nestled against me, teasing my body. My body quickly became aroused again, and just as I
began to actively respond to her movements, Sarah stopped and lay down on my bed to sleep.
“Hey!” I nudged her shoulder, my face flushed, half from anger, half from
lingering physical desire.
“Ugh…I want to sleep…” Sarah mumbled in response.
“Go back…this is my room…go back to sleep…” No matter how much I nudged her, Sarah remained
fast asleep.
I reluctantly lay down beside her, but Sarah took up most of the bed and kept pushing against me, eventually pushing
me off.
“Hey—” I stood by the bed and nudged her, “What do you want…”
“Go sleep in my room…the door’s unlocked…” Sarah mumbled, unresponsive to my attempts to push or
ask.
In desperation, I put on my nightgown, opened the door, and planned to sleep in Sarah’s room.
As soon as I stepped out, Sarah jumped out of bed, slammed the door shut, and immediately locked
it. Through the door, her silvery laughter lingered, but no matter how much I knocked, there was no answer.
As I opened the door, someone hugged me from behind, their hands expertly moving, one
grasping my breast, the other carefully exploring my genitals. My body trembled as if electrocuted.
"Who is it?"
"Sarah, it's me." My heart seemed to suddenly relax; was this Sarah's plan? Then he
bit my ear, my head resting against his body, and he scooped me up and tossed me onto the bedroom bed. I
saw his face; he was a man in his thirties. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him, but it didn't matter.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the moment.
He was wicked, his tongue wicked, from my mouth to my nipples, all with a gentle touch. The ticklish sensation
drove me wild; my vagina instantly became wet. His right hand slipped under my skirt, caressing
my clitoris through my panties, while his left hand pressed against my breast, pinching my nipple. An electric current surged through me from both above and below
, making my heart pound.
Seeing my reaction, he grew bolder, quickly and efficiently removing my clothes. Naked in the sunlight
, my body twisted on the bed. He kept turning me towards him; he had already pulled down his pants
, revealing a penis hanging from his waist—quite large, to be honest. I unconsciously reached out and grasped it; it wasn't
fully erect yet.
His movements gradually became rougher. He leaned closer, bringing his penis to my mouth. Good heavens!
Never having tried this before, I instinctively turned my head away, but he immediately pulled it back, continuing to thrust his penis
into my mouth. This time, I didn't refuse, taking it into my mouth just like Sarah had done the night before.
His penis grew larger under my sucking; it was so thick, its salty, slightly masculine scent
captivating me.
I sucked it with all my might, licking its head with my tongue and holding his testicles in my lips. I don't know why
I was so engrossed; I'd never done anything like this before.
He became excited as I performed oral sex: "Oh...Sarah...your mouth is so lewd, looks like you're a genius
little slut!
Oh..." he said, pinching my budding nipples, which were already hard.
Stimulated by his words, I worked even harder, taking his nearly long penis completely into my mouth
; it felt so full.
He continued to tease me: "Baby, I've wanted you for so long! Haha! Seeing how hard you're working
, I'll repay you later, I'll fuck you good." Then he suddenly
pulled his penis out of my mouth.
"Oh..." I couldn't help but moan, as if someone had taken something precious away from me. His lewd
words excited me, and why I was excited surprised me. I, from a prestigious family, was doing something like this;
oral sex was unimaginable.
He pressed down on my body, kissing me roughly, his thick penis grinding against my vaginal opening. I
held him passionately, feeling the pleasure he brought to every part of my body.
Suddenly, before I knew it, his penis plunged into my vagina. "Ugh...ugh..." I cried out. Oh my god!
The sudden pain made me close my eyes tightly, shake my head, and bite the sheets.
He began to thrust, from slow to fast, from light to heavy. Soon after he started, the pain of being a virgin
had transformed into a longing to be penetrated.
"Ugh..." Being a novice, I had no experience whatsoever. But the flesh surrounding his penis
moved naturally, enticing him to go deeper. "Ah..." My moans turned into cries, and I arched my back to
receive his penis. "Ah...
" My cries became almost sobbing. My body felt like it was floating on clouds. The pleasure rising in my vagina made
me tremble and shudder as I reached orgasm.
"My darling, look at you, so slutty. What, hasn't a man fucked you in a long time? I've
had my turn for a while, how come you've already orgasmed? Hmm, is it good? Noble lady!" Am I really slutty? I
writhed my body, enjoying the pleasure his penis brought me as he spoke.
"Who is he?"
"Jerritt, or Jemick, I can't remember. He's in the guard. Don't judge a book by its cover; his
sex drive is stronger than any orc's. He's been bothering me these past few days."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, at least three or four times a day!"
"That many?" I was surprised, remembering the guard who wasn't very strong. "And what about Little John
?"
Sarah sighed. "He's eighteen now. They say seventeen or eighteen is
the age when orcs have the strongest sex drive; they'll even want to insert their penis into a hole in the wall."
"Heh, actually, it's not just orcs; humans are like that too."
"But the people around him are a problem. I try to avoid provoking him, but he
looks at me like a wild beast, demanding sex the moment we meet. He doesn't care where we are!"
Sarah discovered Little John's problem a week ago, ever since she and Little John had sex. Little John
's gaze towards women had taken on a wild, lustful quality. Especially when he saw Sarah, even in the garden or
on the stairs, he would immediately pull her away to a secluded spot to make love.
"I'm always worried he'll pounce on any woman he sees."
Sarah's exaggerated description only aroused my sympathy: "He's in
a state of sexual frustration, and you're teasing him, of course he can't control himself. Half-orcs his age are most interested in women
, you should know that."
"If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad, but..."
"Is there another problem?"
"He'll...peep."
The window of Sarah and my room faces the garden, and you can climb from the garden to the window.
"Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"
Sarah shook her head and said, "I saw it clearly! I don't want anyone spying on my room!"
"How could that be..."
"Maybe his desires reached their peak..."
"Isn't it unfair to John to suspect him without evidence?"
"I only noticed it once. It was the night before last. I was sleeping in my room when a dark
shadow appeared outside the window. I got up to look, and just then the shadow disappeared..."
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes, it's true."
"Weren't you asleep? Why did you wake up?" "
I wasn't asleep at that time."
"What were you doing?" "
Really... do you even need to ask? I wasn't alone!"
"This..." I was speechless.
Sarah's sexual skills were extremely high. After seeing her performance last night and this afternoon, I had no doubt about that.
Considering that she was still a virgin half a month ago, I could imagine how she had spent the past two weeks.
"Ah..." We were lying face to face, caressing each other's breasts or genitals, but Sarah suddenly turned
me over so I was face down, then straddled me, rendering me immobile.
"Ouch! What are you doing?"
"Hehe, I have a new idea."
Sarah twisted my hands behind my back, tied them together with a silk scarf, and whispered
her plan in my ear.
"What is this? I don't want it!"
From childhood to adulthood, when we played together, Sarah was always the one in charge; this was the first
time.
"Hehe, I think a little bit of masochism wouldn't be bad, would it?"
After tying my hands, Sarah spread her legs and lifted her hips.
“No, it’s embarrassing… I’m your sister…”
“There’s nothing embarrassing about it. Just now, when I used this thing, you rolled your eyes and moaned, you came so many times. I want to
give your sister some more pleasure.”
“That would kill me. Besides, it’s time for afternoon tea…”
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time.”
Sarah took out a fake wooden double-headed phallus, inserting one end into her own body. “Let’s begin!”
Sarah spread my buttocks apart and thrust her lower body forward forcefully, inserting it to the base with a “plop.”
“Ah… um…”
“Scream, moan…”
Sarah used the dildo to rape her twin sister, simultaneously experiencing sadistic excitement. The dildo was very finely crafted , filled with elastic animal glue, and the joint was stretchy, so it could be used 　　in various ways
regardless of the position of each vagina . 　　 “Ugh… ah…” I quickly let out a moan of pleasure, sweat appearing on my smooth skin. 　　 The dildo, just like a real penis, moved in a piston-like motion, each stroke drawing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid that dripped 　　onto the sheets. 　　 "Ah... um..." 　　 Seeing that I was about to reach my peak of arousal, Sarah suddenly pulled out the dildo, leaving behind an open, fleshy 　　hole overflowing with a fluid like rice water. 　　 "Ah... what's going on?" I looked at Sarah with surprise. 　　 Sarah gave a sly smile: "I think... someone who refuses their sister's request shouldn't let her experience 　　pleasure..." 　　 "This... you..." I was astonished. 　　 Sarah looked at my tearful expression and said, "Sister, I'm your only sister..."

“That’s different from this! Ah… hurry… ah…”
“Sister…” Mingzi thrust in again, pumping in and out two or three times in succession,
then pulled out when I started to writhe in pleasure.
“Ah… no…”
“If you can grant my request, I’ll give you pleasure.”
“Ah… Sarah… you’re a devil…”
“Why am I a devil? There are very few sisters as considerate as me, why won’t you grant
my request?”
“I don’t want to… ah…”
After the third insertion, she began to pump in and out again, then pulled out shortly after. Each time, I felt extremely dissatisfied and
began to plead, "Please... let me cum first..."
"Hehe... Sister, are you granting my request...?"
I finally gave in, "Ah... okay... so hurry..." "
Really? You have to do whatever I say!"
"Okay... so hurry..."
"You have to swear."
"I swear in the name of the God of Light... I promise... hurry..."
"Okay! Sister, just enjoy it!"
Sarah penetrated me, twisting violently while reaching down to caress my clitoris. I reached the peak of my ecstasy
, letting out a beastly cry: "Oh... um... oh... ah..."
One orgasm followed another, Sarah's rhythm sometimes intense, sometimes slow. After
ten minutes of this, I reached twenty orgasms, finally passing out.
"You must never forget your vow," Sarah said, happily returning home.
“Really… I’ve been tricked again…”
I bit my lip, watching Sarah leave. I had promised to seduce Little John and prevent him from succeeding, to see
just how far his desires could go.
“I’m so stupid, why do I have to seduce a half-orc…”
“I’m her sister… but every time I’m the one being used by her…”
I muttered to myself. I always listened to her in the past, it was like a master-slave relationship. No matter what, I
couldn’t resist Sarah. Even if I refused, I would still give in in the end, just like before.
“Ah… why can’t I resist Sarah?”
The Game of Desire
I put on the silk lily dress that had been imported from Haifa this year, and styled my hair in the most fashionable style in Lonsa this year.
My naked body under the white dress was still enjoying the afterglow of orgasm, my body still in a state of excitement. The cool silk rubbed
against my slightly swollen pink nipples, bringing waves of pleasure. Sarah said my body was very sensitive, whether I was with her or
that Jay something, I could easily reach orgasm and get excited easily.
Sarah was already seated at the small, milky-white round table, elegantly sipping the finest black tea from Asi's high-yield region. She
was still wearing a pale yellow gauze dress, her long hair tied back in two braids. Seeing me arrive, she gave me a strange wink
.
Remembering our promise, my heart fluttered, and my face flushed slightly. I glanced back at her,
greeted my father, mother, and sister Helen, and took my seat. My father never attended our afternoon tea;
why was he here today?
Sure enough, not long after I sat down, my father spoke, "Eve, next month is the Sea God Festival in Hailan. I
've received an invitation, and I hope you can attend in my place."
The annual Sea God Festival was Hailan's most important festival, and almost all the powerful and influential people on the continent were invited.
This was definitely not my father's reason for wanting me to go to Hailan. But I still respectfully agreed.
"I want to go too!" Sarah exclaimed. She was determined not to miss the chance to go to the most prosperous port city in all of Keenklam
.
Father glanced at Mother and readily agreed. Sarah's eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement as
she kicked my foot under the table.
"Marquis Mad of Hyland is a friend of mine. You don't need to rush back; you can stay with him for a few more days and
bring back some things," Father added casually.
This should be the main point of our trip.
Over the next few days, Mother and Sister Helen gave us many instructions, and Sarah was
busy preparing for the trip, not having time to bother me. I breathed a sigh of relief and focused on preparing my own things.
On August 11th, 1533 of the Calendar of Light, the large traveling group set off. Besides Sarah and me, there were
4 maids and 28 servants. Father assigned a platoon of cavalry to protect us. To my surprise, Little
John was also in the group; Sarah watched me from a distance, secretly smiling.
Great Maple Forest Castle was located in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Lovijira, about a twenty-day journey to Hyland in the south.
Except for the densely populated Weize Forest at the border of the two countries, there was still plenty of time to make it to the Sea God Festival on September 17th
. Along the way, Sarah used various pretexts to bring Little John to her side, but never let him succeed. She would often
lift my skirt when I wasn't looking, wetting my clothes and letting Little John admire my exposed legs and half-hidden
breasts. After a few days, Little John's eyes were filled with desire, he breathed heavily, and his gaze seemed to want to
devour me whole. The four maids avoided him at all costs.
After eleven days of travel, we left Rovijira and entered the territory of the Free City Alliance. The Weize Forest
was just a sparse patch of trees, and it seemed it would disappear soon.
That night, we camped on a clearing by the river. After bathing with the help of the four maids, I returned to my tent. Only Sarah and I in the group could enjoy hot water; the others had to 　　go
downstream to bathe . 　　 I lay lazily on the comfortable mat, my hands unconsciously rubbing my burning cheeks. For ten days...

Exposing myself to John not only tormented him, but also pushed my body to its limit. Since that
one time, I hadn't been with a man. Sarah slept in the same tent with me every day, but never touched
me, and my desire kept building. Just now, when John's eyes were fixed on my bare legs, my clitoris
was glistening with dew.
"Shh, shh, shh..." My hands slipped into my silk robe, sliding down my collarbone to my lower body,
then moving to my increasingly full breasts. Then, as my fingertips traced the peaks of my breasts, I
felt a faint electric current rise up my spine.
"Mmm...ah..." I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my hands frozen on my chest. Unbuttoning the
robe covering my breasts, I saw a small, protruding thing standing in my pale pink areola,
slowly becoming more pointed. The tip of my breast stood erect; it was the first time I'd seen such a
clear change in it. My hands began to move again.
"Shh, shh, shh..."
The white silk nightgown made a rustling sound.
Because I didn't want to make too much noise, I was extra careful with the touch, but even so
, this slight contact ignited a burning desire within me.
My hands moved from my chest to my lower abdomen, down to my toes, and then back again. My healthy calf muscles slowly
opened, and my hands slid from between my bent knees to the inside of my thighs, all the way to the girl's private parts. Just then
...
"Mmm, ah..." A tight pressure arose from my mature waist, forcing me to close my legs tightly.
"Chirp!" A few bubbles rose from the honeypot between my legs. This extremely itchy, tingling, and
incredibly sweet sensation spread from my waist.
Suddenly... I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. "Who?" I asked tremulously, not daring to turn around.
Immediately, a familiar voice came—Sarah's healthy, energetic voice.
"Ha-ha-~ It's Sarah."
"Oh, it's you! What..." My heart was still pounding, and I replied curtly.
"Why are you talking like that? I came back specifically because I was worried about you..."
"Worried about what?"
I racked my brains, trying to think of something that could possibly make the innocent Sarah worry!
Sarah leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Someone's spying on you behind the tent..."
"Thump!"
My earlier worry resurfaced, and for a moment, my heart felt like it had stopped.
"Really?"
"It's Little John! I saw him crouching behind the tent. You just keep going... let's do it together..."
"Together, with you..." Hearing Sarah's unexpected invitation, instead of thinking about how to answer, I
loudly scolded Sarah, "What nonsense are you talking about, you idiot! Anyway, I'm not in the mood
..."
My mind flashed back to the heart-pounding experience from earlier. "Were we... seen?" A
strange, intense pleasure swept through my body.
"Not in the mood... at least a little bit, right?" Sarah comforted me.
"Hmm, it seems..."
Sarah seemed to have read my mind. Although her answer was rather ambiguous, it unconsciously gave
me a definite reply.
Hearing my answer, Sarah happily said to her, "That's right! That's more like it!"
I inwardly cried out in alarm, but it was too late.
“This, I said, I don’t…”
“What? You promised me…”
Sarah rubbed her breasts through the thin nightgown she was wearing. “Sister! Look, look, the little head
is already standing up!” Sarah exclaimed exaggeratedly. The nightgown was thin, so her erect nipples
were immediately obvious.
“Oh, I see…”
Before me were Sarah’s full breasts and the nipples standing high through her nightgown. I smelled a hint
of sensuality, and my heart naturally raced.
“How is it? Can you see it?”
“Yes, I can see it…”
“Then next…”
“Shh… hiss…” Sarah reached out and untied the nightgown’s belt, revealing her white, tender breasts, white and
round, fluffy like a freshly steamed cake.
“Hey, now you understand, right? My nipples are erect right now!”
“Gulp…” Startled by Sarah’s explicit words, I made an
unpleasant sound and swallowed hard. A strange throbbing sensation returned to my chest, steadily
increasing.
“Hey! Do you understand now? Or not quite?”
After being asked again, I replied excitedly, “I understand… I understand. Sarah’s nipples
are standing straight up…”
“And you, sister? How are you? Are your nipples erect?”
Feeling a little uncomfortable, I shifted slightly on the bed. Wearing my pajamas, my nipples
rubbed against the inside of the fabric, and the same sensation returned, running down my spine.
“Ah…”
“What’s wrong?”
My left breast suddenly hardened, the tip of my breast pushing against the fabric, clearly
feeling the erection.
“Um, um… the left… the left breast… stood up…”
“Really?…” Sarah chuckled softly, “Yeah, so you’re getting excited too, huh?”
"...Sarah stroked her breasts again through her clothes, this time paying special attention to her nipples.
"Oh, I see!"
Although the exchange between the two was quite simple, Sarah was clearly very excited.
"Next, open your clothes...
" I opened my pajamas, which were already divided into two pieces, revealing my small, delicate breasts.
"You...can you see them?"
"Yes! I see them. Wow! Sister's breasts are so cute! Hmm! Small and delicate..."
Sarah shouted as if introducing them loudly, and I felt a little embarrassed by her words.
"Ugh...don't look at me like that..."
Sarah had unknowingly started the game, and after I understood the rules, I used voice
communication to seduce Little John outside.
I felt an inappropriate gaze, staring directly at my open chest, and at the same time, I saw my twin
sister's well-developed breasts. A strange throbbing filled her chest.
"Sister!"
"Thump!" Sarah's sudden lowered voice felt like it had grabbed my heart.
"Wh-what..."
"It's about to begin..."
"Thump, thump!"
Hearing Sarah's announcement that it was about to start, I stiffened with tension.
"Ready? Just follow my instructions! That will definitely make him uncomfortable
..." Sarah whispered. "Mmm!"
"Well then, first, rub your breasts..."
I hesitated for a moment, and in that instant, my nipples became erect. My hands rested on my
breasts, which moved up and down with my breath, and I began to rub them slowly and gently... Due to my nervousness, I accidentally used
too much force, and my fingers sank into the unripe fruit. Developing breasts are especially sensitive; even
a little too much force causes considerable pain. So, my fingers sank completely into my breasts, and gripping them tightly
caused intense pain.
"Mmm!"
"What's wrong?" "
???" I moved my hand away from my chest. "Ouch! It hurts so much! It hurts so much right after I rubbed my breasts
..."
"Ah! No! Don't treat a girl's body like a refugee. You have to be very gentle, very gentle
..."
Sarah's tone was like she was lecturing someone.
"How is it? Does it feel good?" Sarah asked me .
Around the area where my hand was rubbing, a
sensation like an itch, or like someone else was tickling me, kept spreading, making it impossible to stay still and unable to stop. A wave of pleasure washed over my body.
The fingers that had been giving me an inexplicable itching sensation wove together waves of tingling sensation.
"It's...it feels so good..."
Sarah then presented me with another challenge. "Okay!" "That's it for the breasts. Now,
slowly move your hand down... and then to the navel, this time above the navel..."
Following Sarah's instructions, after the flat chest, I slowly stroked around the navel. My slightly
sweaty palm slid down to the abdomen, then back to the breasts... The remote-controlled caresses stubbornly repeated, the girl's
slender hands feeling the newly awakened pleasure beneath her delicate skin.
"Next, the nipples!"
Receiving the next instruction, I moved my right hand, which had been resting on the edge of the pajamas button, back to my chest.
"First, pinch the little heads between your thumb and forefinger and rub them gently!" "
Rubbing and turning, rubbing and turning...
" "Then, stroke it with your index finger at the peak..."
"Plucking and flicking...
" "Mmm..." An urge to cry out surged up to my throat.
"Then, squeeze it a little tighter..."
I poured force into my two fingers as if I were disciplining an arrogant little nipple.
"Ah!" My sensory center was struck by a sharp and sweet sensation, producing a cute cry.
"Eek!"
"That's the sound it makes, understand?"
Although I felt like I was being played with and made a silent protest, I didn't want to stop this secret
lesson. Even if I wanted to stop, my hot-blooded body probably wouldn't allow it!
"Touch the breast area again... Yes, yes, yes! Don't just touch one side! The other side too
... And don't forget the little head! Next, move your hand down to the side of the abdomen!" "
??? I finally followed Sarah's every word exactly, my buttocks wriggling and
shifting on the sheets.
??? "There...it's so hot between my thighs..." The feeling of "hot" quickly transformed into
a desire to "touch." "I really want to touch there, I want to use my fingers to explore between my thighs
..." The unspoken urge welled up from deep within me, reaching an unbearable point. But
, I don't know if Sarah understood my feelings, she never gave me any instructions to touch my private parts.
??? "Hey! Sarah..."
??? "What is it?"
??? Her tone indicated that she already knew, but was just pretending not to.
??? "Um, that...I..."
??? "What's wrong? Are you tired? Let's call it a day?"
??? "No, no! It's not like that!"
??? I had strayed from my initial goal, completely immersed in this game.
“Um, this…”
“Well… there seems a little strange over there…”
“There? Where?”
Of course, the answer was already clear, although I felt quite embarrassed, but Sarah deliberately
pretended not to know and insisted that I clarify.
“There is there!”
“What are you talking about, sister! What do you mean there, here? How am I supposed to know if you don’t explain clearly?”
“Hmm…”
Sarah seemed determined to get me to specify the name of “there.”
In my heart, there might be various factors causing inner turmoil and struggle, but in the end,
what often triumphs is the most direct and intense physical desire.
“There is…”
“What is it?”
“My vagina…”
“Pfft! It’s there! What’s wrong with there?”
“There… it’s so hot there!”
At this point, Sarah should have given further instructions, but instead of the expected
instructions for the next step, there was a period of silence. I was so embarrassed I was almost in tears,
but I mustered my courage and asked, "What's next? What do we do next?"
Sarah seemed to realize she'd gone too far! So she said, "Want to touch it?"
I nodded like a child.
"Take off your nightgown!"
Then, I sat on the mattress, straightened my back slightly, and took off my nightgown in one go. The cool
air, my slightly hunched body, and my fair skin under the light created a pleasing sight.
"Haha! I see it! I see the jungle! I see it clearly!"
"Ah..."
Her cheeks, already red, became even redder. My expression didn't change
, but her burning forehead was so red it could evaporate water droplets. In the exposed girl's private parts,
on the soft and swollen oval inner lining, a deep groove was etched, like a "crack," through which
a sliver of flesh could be seen. The upper part of the crack was sparsely dotted with soft, golden hairs, but they couldn't be described as
"dense" or "lush." It would take some time for them to grow so abundantly!
"He saw it! He saw it! Little John saw my most embarrassing spot!"
Through the tent, I could clearly feel Little John's gaze fixed on me. This feeling
made me very uncomfortable, and my private parts began to feel inexplicably sensitive.
Sarah couldn't help but make "hmm" sounds, and at the same time, she said to me in an even more teasing tone, "Your private parts
must be hot from touching them! It's okay, Sarah will blow on them for you!"
"Whoosh...whoosh..."
"Ah whoosh..."
The swaying grass in the wind seemed to make me deeply feel Sarah's caress. My not-yet-fully-developed body suddenly
trembled slightly, the vibrating sensation coursing through my body, and I involuntarily closed my legs tightly.
“You seem ready, right? First, touch that spot again, gently…”
“Mmm…” I spread my legs again.
Just as my hand was about to reach its destination, Sarah spoke again, “Got it?
Just like when you touched my breasts, don’t be too hasty! Go slowly, gently, little by little.”
“Mmm…”
I, who had been nodding vigorously just now, now tilted my head slightly to the left like a sleeping cat, letting Sarah
gently stroke my private parts with her hand. My entire triangular area was covered by her palm,
feeling a soft, slippery sensation. The muscles above my pubic bone twitched back and forth with the movement of her hand.
If you were to describe the sensation at my fingertips, it would be like applying cold cream to my cheek.
"Sister's drooling down there must be coming too!"
Sarah's comment made me quickly pull my hand away from my private parts. Sure enough, there was a
small, shiny spot on my palm, as if it had been licked clean.
Love fluid was flowing out…
I shifted my gaze to between my legs, and there it was, the petals that had been stubbornly tangled together
had parted, revealing a crack, and deep within that crack was a clear fluid. Pressing it against my private parts, the fluid
immediately dispersed. A phenomenon I had only heard about before, I was finally seeing with my own eyes,
and I gasped in amazement. However, while the fluid was enough to moisten the crack, it was only a very small amount, not as
much as Sarah had described, making it soaking wet.
"How is it? Does it feel wet down there?"
"Mmm..."
"Now, gently scratch that cleft with your fingertips."
I slowly extended my right index finger to the almost hairless triangle area,
scratching up and down the vertically split cleft.
"Mmm..."
When my fingertip touched the bottom, I let out a nasal "Mmm." As my fingertip moved along the cleft,
it felt incredibly good, a sweet, honey-like sensation spreading from my waist.
The first joint of my index finger, sliding into the cleft, rubbed against the inner mucous membrane of my private parts. The pleasure emanating from this area,
amplified by the back-and-forth friction of my fingers, highlighted the girl's intense sexual desire. Captured by this masturbation game, I
scratched the cleft incessantly, like someone who had just received a new doll. In the end, this action only
dispersed the fluid secreted from the fleshy cleft, making the surrounding area shiny.
Because I kept fiddling with her private parts, the secreted vaginal fluid kept flowing out, in conjunction with my fingers...
The activity. Finally, the fingers that had been teasing my private parts were also wet with copious amounts of love juice!
My private parts, panting between my legs, were like a ripe fruit, constantly oozing
erotic juice.
"So much juice is flowing out! The juice flowing from your private parts has made my fingers all wet
."
The overwhelming sexual urge made it almost impossible for me to speak. "
I feel like... ah... I can't hold back anymore."
I said this in a voice that sounded almost painful, and at the same time, this painful voice mixed with the wet
pleasure of my private parts brought my body to orgasm. The unhurried, gentle caresses
finally took effect under the constant teasing of the fingers.
"Now, doesn't your private part feel unusually excited? Does it feel very comfortable and pleasurable?"
Sarah's feelings were ruthlessly exposed, making me shy and silent for a long time.
But Sarah wouldn't budge, continuing, "It's perfectly normal to feel comfortable there! There's nothing
to be embarrassed about."
"Mmm..." I nodded, forcing back my shyness.
"Next, use your fingers to open your private parts."
"What?"
"It's okay! Just do as she says."
I murmured, repeating Sarah's instructions, extending two fingers
and sliding them into the crevice as she instructed, then spreading them wide apart.
"Ah!"
With my mouthwatering private parts stretched open, the honey-like fluid that had been between the two labia
dripped out.
Coupled with the surge of excitement, the secretion seemed even more concentrated. This concentrated fluid
was much thicker and more viscous than the clear fluid from before. Slender fingers gently pried open the crack
. The petals were thus compressed and deformed, becoming the shape of a wine glass. Under the light
, the private parts shone brightly, revealing a cone-shaped protrusion at the soft base.
A little further down, a small sphere could be seen, so small that it could be completely
covered by a single finger, and under the light, it could be faintly seen contracting back and forth
.
"How is it? Is it done?"
"Mmm..."
The mucous membrane flower blooming between my legs, gently and skillfully holding love fluid, exuded a rich fragrance of vibrant desire
, which, when inhaled, turned into a rapid, panting breath, constantly pressing down.
However, no matter how much my body language expressed reluctance, or how much unnecessary
hesitation formed to cover up my shame, it could not conceal one fact... my body was ready for the next move.
"How is it? Don't you want to? Are you going to give up?" "
Okay! Let's put it in and see!"
"Mmm!"
My feelings at that moment were like being completely submerged in water.
The middle finger, which had been pressing tightly against the edge of the crack to try and close it, finally loosened and gradually moved towards the center. Finally, my middle finger sank back into
the muddy crevice, feeling a soft touch, and my body suddenly lost all strength.
"Hoo..." The inside of my private parts felt like it was burning hot, as if it had been burning for a day and a night,
as if the inside of my private parts was melting. If my finger rubbed against the mucous membrane, it would feel a little painful... No, perhaps
it should be said that compared to scratching the crack, the friction of my finger brought me greater pleasure, and it kept
gushing out from the depths of my private parts. The inner walls of my private parts had layers of protrusions like washboards. I
rubbed the inner walls back and forth with my finger in the wet little hole, and from time to time I made a "glug, glug" sound.
"Mmm... It's in!"
"How does it feel? Is it comfortable?" "
Ah...it's been so comfortable since then..."
I didn't seem to be paying much attention to Sarah's questions. Excited, I kept rubbing
the inner walls of my private parts with my fingertips.
"It's so hot...and wet."
A strange atmosphere filled the tent. Sarah took off her nightgown, and like me, she touched
the crevices of her inner genitals with her fingers, where even more thick and concentrated love fluid flowed out.
"Sarah...even Sarah is soaking wet..."
"Now it's your turn, sister."
Although it was Sarah's request, I still stretched out my fingers and moved them to her private parts. Then my fingers began
to rub the clitoris back and forth, like rubbing your temples when you have a headache.
"Ah, I heard...a 'squeak' sound coming from my private parts."
After hearing Sarah's explicit description, I unconsciously stopped my finger movements.
"Ah!" "No, no... I want to hear more..."
Urged on by Sarah, I started moving again!
"Your sister is even wetter than mine now!"
Sarah's voice came from between my legs. I knew Sarah was watching me from my feet, and
my little John was getting more and more excited. My fingers were constantly rubbing together, and I couldn't tell if it was an illusion or reality.
"Hmm... good! A little higher up from where you just inserted your finger, is there a round, protruding
spot?"
"Hmm..."
I pulled my middle finger out of my vagina, bent my head slightly, and focused my gaze between my legs
. Just as Sarah said, at the top of the cleft, at the tip of the closed petals, there was a small, round, spherical
bulge.
"What does your flower look like now?"
"What does it look like..."
Although this is also part of my body, I've never really looked at this place properly before. So,
I took this opportunity to examine it closely. This small, round, bulging thing is about the
size of a three-cornered bean, with more than 80% of it covered by a soft skin of the same texture as flower petals.
Underneath the thin skin, the little bean has a pink body, with only its small face showing through the thin skin.
"Hmm... I see a protrusion, surrounded by skin, and it's a bit red."
"Hmm... Let's peel off the skin and see!"
"Peel... peel it off?"
"It's okay! That part can be opened anyway."
Although I was a little confused and didn't know if it was really okay, I had no choice but to believe
her at this moment.
I began to gently peel off the skin covering the little bean with my index finger.
I gently rubbed the inside of the petals against the surface , and with that light touch, I felt a pleasure emanating from the stamen, and couldn't help but
let out a muffled "Hmm..."
After peeling off the outer skin, the plump petals were revealed, the bright red buds looking as if they could be pierced with a needle
. The engorged buds looked far more blood-red than the mucous membrane, resembling a pomegranate
. Of course, the buds weren't as translucent as a pomegranate.
"How is it? Did you peel off the petals?"
"Yes!"
"See! Isn't it as I said, it doesn't matter at all?"
"Yes!"
Although Sarah gave me a positive answer, I didn't really think so. The peeled areas
felt painful, just like during the caresses; the sensitive protrusions throbbed with pain. Despite this, there was a
sense of pleasure, and at the same time, a strange feeling of tightness filled my small chest.
“Now, gently rub your little clitoris with your fingertips!”
Sarah hadn’t even finished speaking when I impatiently extended my index finger and gently brushed
the surface of the pearl-like stamen with the pad of my finger.
“Ah…” An unexpected pleasure surged from the clitoris throughout my body, my
buttocks involuntarily lifted slightly, and the mattress beneath me vibrated. “This… what is this feeling
… how…”
“Did you do it? Want to try again?”
Sarah seemed to be chanting a spell, while I kept fiddling with the petals.
“Ah… um…” My breathing was erratic and rapid, like hiccups. “Eek… ah…
um…”
The pulse of pleasure contracted, forming a wave. And this wave was rising step by step
, pounding against my body with the force of an electric current. The inner walls of my private parts responded
, and fluid gushed out continuously. The love juice flowing continuously from the crack stained the sheets, the fluid
everywhere…
I dabbed the flowing juice on my fingertip and then smeared it on her clitoris. This
made the clear love juice the best lubricant. The friction between my fingertip and the raised surface became much softer, and the intensity of the stimulation
was just right.
“Slurp… slurp… slurp…”
My fingertips became smooth and shiny, moving back and forth smoothly on the surface of her clitoris. I began to
make small circles on the surface. Intermittent pleasure gathered into a wave, gradually washing over me.
“Ah… ah… ah…”
I was overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure, unable to maintain my sitting position, and fell backward, lying horizontally
on the mat. My right hand, extending below my knees, played with the petals, constantly calling out Sarah's name.
“Sarah…Sarah…”
Although I knew John was peeping outside, the pleasure I was experiencing made me unable to stop myself from feeling uneasy:
“Alone……
Orgasm seems so scary! So…So Sarah, come with me too…Please.”
“Okay, I know! I’ll come with you, sister!”
Actually, at this moment, Sarah, listening to my naive and clumsy live broadcast of masturbation, had
almost melted herself with desire. She readily agreed to my request.
“Slurp…slurp…”
As expected of Sarah, who could teach others, she was very familiar with masturbation, and her skillful finger movements had already
pushed her to the peak of pleasure.
“Ah…ah…hoo…mmm…”
“Sarah…Sarah, have you reached orgasm too?”
“Yes! I will definitely not let you reach orgasm alone, don’t be afraid, let’s do it together.”
Sarah encouraged me, and because of this, I became even more unrestrained and accelerated the speed of my fingers rubbing against her vulva.
"Mmm...ah...ah..."
The soft moans of the two girls echoed in the tent.
After a long and continuous caressing, my body had reached a state of ecstatic trance, just a little bit more
...just a little bit more.
My body was constantly driven by the urge surging from deep within, and finally I began to pinch
the clitoris between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing it up and down. "Mmm...ah..." A burst of pleasure flashed through
my consciousness. "Chirp..."
My comfortable limbs formed an arch, my small buttocks resting on the bed.
"Ahhh..."
The sound was intense and urgent.
"Have you reached it? Have you reached your climax?"
"Yes...yes..." Following me, Sarah also reached her peak, "Sarah too...ah..."
A joyous scream erupted beside me. But I could no longer hear it. I was already deeply immersed
in pleasure, my whole body convulsing, countless sparks dancing deep within my pupils. My name, gender, age
, location, and all other memories stored in my mind transformed into the word "pleasure," and
then everything went blank
. "Boom
!" The weather changed rapidly; a rumbling autumn thunder heralded an impending downpour, and
instantly a fierce wind arose. The chilling wind whipped up the tent flaps, dispelling the warmth within. The entire tent swayed precariously
.
"Ah!" Sarah and I hurriedly put on our outer garments and rushed outside. Not a single star could be seen in the sky; the entire camp was
in chaos, everyone busy trying to hold up the tents that were swaying in the wind. Several male servants ran over and
re-stabilized our tent, firmly securing it to the ground with wooden stakes.
"Enemy attack!" The enemy's attack was extremely sudden. The sentries had barely sounded the alarm when,
almost simultaneously, a hail of arrows rained down on the five outer tents and nearby soldiers. After the first wave felled about twenty soldiers, a
band of bandits wielding sabers charged down from the hills on both sides, landing on top of the fallen soldiers. More than a hundred masked
bandits in black, brandishing sabers, surged out of the jungle.
Most of the soldiers had lost their lives before they even had a chance to pick up their weapons. The enemy had perfectly timed their attack during the sudden gust of wind
, launching a surprise attack when the camp was in its most chaotic state.
The company commander—a middle-aged knight with a large beard—rushed to me, grabbed a flying
arrow, and with astonishing accuracy, sent it flying straight into the throat of the foremost bandit.
The arrow continued its powerful penetration until the fletching was deeply embedded in the neck muscles, before finally stopping.
He roared, "Run!" and charged towards the bandits, brandishing his sword.
Several knights behind him escorted Sarah and me towards the riverbank where the enemy was less numerous.
"Fuck you!" the bearded man roared, charging at the enemy, his sword like a spear, thrusting directly at the charging sword-and-shield thief. The
sturdy leather shield, capable of withstanding blades and cleavage, was instantly pierced by his longsword. The blade plunged into the thief's chest, the sound of cracking bones mingling with the spray of blood
. The enemy knights were all drawn to him, and we seized the opportunity to reach the riverbank, fighting our way back
towards a small grove of trees fifty paces away.
"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream rang out as the bearded man was impaled on the tip of a spear by a black-clad knight and hoisted high
. His distorted face was vaguely visible in the firelight. The camp was ablaze with fire; the enemy had cleared the obstacles, and several
knights were already in pursuit.
"Crack! Whoosh..." Twisted bolts of lightning streaked across the night sky, like a rift being torn open, and a torrential
downpour began.
The torrential rain and wind stung my skin, making it impossible to open my eyes. The downpour extinguished the raging fire, plunging
the world into darkness.
"Ah!" In the darkness, I raised the broken sword I had found and swung it fiercely at the vaguely visible enemy.
"Crack!" Another bolt of lightning flashed, and I clearly saw the enemy before me. Half his head was severed,
blood-tinged brain matter spilling out, red and white, only one eye remaining, staring intently at me. A hand
covered my half-scream, pulling me into the darkness.
Under the cover of the rain, we temporarily escaped the enemy. After seven days of being hunted in the mountains,
we finally reached Haifubadan, which we should have reached six days earlier. At this point, only
three of us remained, including Sarah and me; the other survivor was the clerk, Ximing. An entire squadron of elite cavalry had been wiped out,
yet the three of us with the weakest fighting ability had survived—it was nothing short of a miracle.
There were a lot of people entering the city. We followed the surging crowd into the bustling main street. As it was
a large city on the border, all kinds of shops, restaurants, hotels, and stores crowded both sides of the already congested street.
The shouts of vendors were deafening.
After resting for a day, we arrived at the Mercenary Guild. Under the current circumstances, it was necessary to rely on the mercenaries' strength
.
Entering the gate, we saw a dozen or so mercenaries lying or sitting haphazardly on several long benches. The
smell of sweat mixed with the metallic rust hit us. Ximing gestured to Sarah and me, who were visiting the Mercenary Guild for the first time, to watch our step and not touch
the weapons and luggage carelessly scattered by the mercenaries.
Two mercenaries stood in front of the Mercenary Guild's uniform long counter, chatting with the clerk.
Ximing pulled two silver coins from his pocket: "We need a mercenary of at least Great Swordsman level to escort us
to Hailan. One gold coin. Do you have any good recommendations?" We didn't have much money left; 300 gold
coins was our limit. It was better to hire a skilled one than a group of ordinary mercenaries, since we only had
three people left anyway. Going to Hailan was partly due to Ximing's insistence, and partly because
the road back to Great Maple Forest Fortress was much longer, requiring us to cross the Weize Forest again, while the route to Hailan was through densely populated towns.
The clerk, a man in his forties who also seemed to be a mercenary, took the two silver coins, gave us a perfunctory look, and noted
Ximing's name: "Find a place to wait. We'll notify you when a suitable mercenary comes along."
A mercenary in his thirties walked in, his tattered clothes and rusty greatsword causing
a stir.
"Hey buddy, it seems like making a living as a mercenary is getting easier and easier. Everyone wants a piece of the pie."
Another mercenary was even more blunt: "A vagrant picks up a broken sword and dares to become a mercenary? Don't be so scared you wet
your pants." This was a burly man, his upper body clad only in a leather jacket, his bare arms and chest muscles enough to scare away
any timid soul. Add to that his massive, thick-backed sword, weighing at least fifty pounds, and the vagrant's eyes darted among the indifferent
mercenaries, finding a suitable target. A mysterious, enigmatic smile played on his lips. He walked straight towards the giant.
The mercenaries were stunned by his obvious intentions. "Crazy." "Doesn't want to live." "Looking for death." Whispers rose
and fell.
Lightly kicking the leg of a chair, the vagrant said almost arrogantly, "Hey! Buddy, get up and give me your seat." He crossed his arms ...
He picked up his large machete, tossed it out the door like firewood, and a loud clang echoed from afar as it hit
the stone slab.
A deathly silence fell over the mercenary guild hall.
The giant, his beard bristling with rage, glared with his enormous eyes and roared deafeningly, "How dare you!"
He grabbed the audacious boy's right hand, which was swinging the machete, and twisted it forcefully.
I averted my gaze in disbelief, but the sound of breaking bones never reached my ears. Turning back, I
joined the other mercenaries in astonishment at the incredible strength of the vagrant, who was now on par with the giant.
The vagrant, his face ashen, locked eyes with the grimacing giant. The giant, realizing he was at a disadvantage sitting,
tried to stand up, but the seemingly unremarkable vagrant's unexpected strength held him firmly in place. His
temples throbbed, and the giant roared like thunder, "Hey!" startling everyone who jumped, expending all their
strength in a desperate struggle. The vagrant's face flushed a deep red, his elbows as steady as mountains, not budging an inch.
The uproar in the hall attracted more and more mercenaries, who almost immediately split into two factions, frantically
cheering and shouting around the two men.
"Crack!" The bench creaked and shattered, and the giant's massive body landed heavily on the ground. The vagrant raised
his left fist in victory.
"That's not fair! I can't exert any effort just by sitting here."
"Bullshit!" The clerk slapped the counter and stood up. "You're blind... you
don't even recognize Mad Swordsman Bisi!"
Bisi walked to the counter: "I have business in Hailan, and I'm looking for some work while I'm at it. I need to leave immediately, and the price is negotiable."
"What a coincidence! Someone just wanted to hire a mercenary of at least a Great Swordsman for Hailan, 300 gold coins!" The clerk
turned to us. "I'm honored to introduce you to one of the best mercenaries in the Free City Alliance, the swordsman Mad Swordsman Bisi!" Bisi sized us up: "The Cleveland family? You're here to sign a new 　　agreement
with Marquis Made , 　　 right?" "Yes!" 　　 Bisi noticed our confusion and pointed to the family crest on Ximing's clothes, saying, "I recognize this." 　　 "You're here to sign a new agreement with Marquis Made, right? What? You've run into trouble?" 　　 "Agreement?" "Although Sarah and I didn't know the truth, judging from Ximing's expression, I knew he wasn't wrong. 　　 "It's no secret! The Made family traded their salt and grain for your iron and crystals. The Made family used to be 　　the largest merchant in Hailan, but this time you've come to the wrong people. Made was badly wronged by Viscount Sisley; if it weren't 　　for the news that he was about to sign a new agreement with Earl Crivedo, they would have collapsed long ago!" 　　 "So, Viscount Sisley is causing us trouble?" I said. 　　 "How could that be!" Bixi whistled lightly. "He doesn't need to do that; Made was bound to collapse sooner or later 　　! But this is between them, it has nothing to do with you. You might consider cooperating with Viscount Sisley; 　　perhaps he'll offer you better terms. 　　 " A gentle autumn breeze blew across the sea, creating ripples. We arrived at the entrance of "Juting." 　　This was a Japanese restaurant, said to have originated from the distant East. A 　　wooden courtyard, strikingly different in style from those of other countries , nestled within a small, mirror-like lake. Surrounding it was a 　　winding corridor, its walls divided into individual rooms by soundproofed nanmu planks. A maidservant in traditional Japanese clothing led 　　us along the corridor. Wooden clogs clattered on the wooden floor. 　　 The maidservant knelt and opened a wooden door. Inside, a deep-set eye, white hair and beard, and a shrewd, wiry face, 　　sat alone, cross-legged. A long scroll hung on the wall behind him, its dark contents unreadable, 　　exuding a menacing aura. 　　 The garden was utterly silent. 　　 Upon seeing us, Viscount Sisley, dressed in plain clothes, stood up, waved his hand, and said, "Welcome! Welcome! 　　It is an honor to have Misses Crivado grace Hyland with your presence!" 　　 "Your Excellency need not be so polite; we have already felt your hospitality!" Although Ximing was my father's 　　representative to negotiate with Marquis Made, it was inappropriate for him to answer in this situation. After some perfunctory pleasantries, we knelt around a small 　　square table 　　 in the traditional way, as instructed by the maids . 　　 Viscount Sisley was a very good host, introducing each dish to us in detail and with humor, creating 　　a harmonious and warm atmosphere between host and guests. 　　 After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere at the table became increasingly lively. 　　 Bissie sang a half-baked Japanese song with abandon, chugging sake, while Sarah laughed and fell into his arms 　　; the two of them had been flirting since the journey. 　　 Bissie put his arm around Sarah's waist and poured sake into her mouth. He leaned down and kissed her delicate red lips deeply 　　, sucking the wine from her mouth. His tongue swirled noisily in Sarah's mouth, and Sarah 　　's face flushed crimson as she giggled and nestled into his arms. The captivating sight stunned Ximing, who then grabbed a maid beside him 　　and began to grope her. 　　 Only Viscount Sisley and I remained conscious. Sisley sat ramrod 　　straight, like a javelin, a kind yet indifferent smile on his face. 　　 Bissie raised his head, flashing me a provocative smile. His lecherous gaze traveled down my neck 　　, roaming brazenly over my chest and abdomen. He said loudly, "Miss Eve! I think the Crevie 　　family should cooperate with Viscount Sisley. That bastard is no good! The Viscount is 　　different, very trustworthy..." 　　 These past few days, since he got Sarah, he'd teased me more than once, and I still couldn't stand his attitude, especially 　　now. Seeing Viscount Sisley smiling silently, looking completely justified, I couldn't help but retort, 　　"Indeed different! Going to such lengths to send such a skilled person like you to protect us, that's quite the integrity!"

A strange glint flashed in Viscount Sisley's eyes, a hidden lust burning within them: "Miss Eve! How can you be so sure
that Bissie is my man?"
The words were barely out of my mouth before I regretted them. Turning against Sisley now would be disastrous, but I couldn't remain silent.
So I evaded the question, saying, "Bissie's behavior since we met proves it. Although he
's tried to conceal it well, too many coincidences make it seem inevitable."
Sisley stared at me for a long time, then nodded and smiled: "Good, good, good. In all these years,
Miss Eve is the most intelligent woman I've ever met. To show my respect for you, I'm willing to reach
an agreement with the Creviedo family at 15% less than Made's. What do you say?"
His gaze was filled with a burning flame, a stark contrast to his previous icy calm. His
eyes were so intense that I gripped the gleaming porcelain cup tightly until my knuckles turned white.
It was as if he were looking through my clothes, scrutinizing my naked body. Unlike the gazes of John, Heming,
Bissie… unlike any other man I'd ever seen before, there was something beyond mere desire for my body
—a burning, all-consuming desire.
"Calm down, Eve," I told myself, "stay calm and answer him."
Yet, even as I said this, my skin grew hotter, and the blush that rose from my face and neck
crept unnoticed into my genitals. My awareness intensified, and my breasts swelled,
appearing wanton and obvious beneath my flowing clothes. I smelled myself. I'd worn rose-
scented perfume before leaving, but now I seemed to smell only musk, sensuality, and the scent of sweat. "Am I wet?"
I asked myself. I tried to contract my muscles, preventing the nectar from seeping out and leaving noticeable marks on my white dress
. Because I wore very little underwear—thanks to Sarah.
"Yes, Your Excellency, my family and I express our heartfelt gratitude!" Ximing gave me a timely
hint; judging from his expression, Sisley had offered an extremely favorable deal. After I revealed that I had discovered he
was the mastermind behind the attack on us, he didn't futilely conceal it, nor did he resort to other more extreme methods
. Instead, he frankly offered conditions that were enough to entice us. Having such a partner is
more advantageous than having such an enemy.
"Hahaha, excellent! To celebrate our successful cooperation, I invite you all to sample a delicacy from the East
." Sisley gave a few instructions to the maid, who went out. When she returned, she was carrying a
small, golden, three-legged basin, from which emanated a soul-stirring, intoxicating aroma that made one feel weak and languid.
"How fragrant!" Sarah exclaimed as soon as the maid entered.
"This is a rare fragrance from the East, 'Dragon's Prolonged Five-Stone Incense,' the most popular premium spice among the nobility of the Dragon Empire.
Even in the East, it's worth a fortune. The small incense burner used to hold this incense is also a masterpiece from the Dragon Empire. It's called an 'incense
burner,' specifically for burning incense. It contains charcoal fire inside, which is completely hidden from the outside."
A maidservant held up the incense burner for everyone to see. It was covered with exquisite carvings, elegant and simple, exuding a mysterious Eastern
aura. Sure enough, it contained charcoal fire inside.
Viscount Sisley gestured for the maidservant to place the incense burner on a wooden table. He lifted the lid, and the fragrance became even stronger. The entire room
was enveloped in rising smoke.
"'Dragon's Prolonged Five-Stone Incense' can refresh the mind and make one's senses a hundredfold more acute. It also has a miraculous effect of arousing desire
. Because of its pink color, it is also known as 'Hibiscus Mud,'" Sisley's voice seemed to come from the clouds. My body
grew hotter and hotter, sweat dripping freely between my legs, caressing me like an unseen lover.
I imagined sweat trickling down to my vulva, gathering there, hissing softly.
I felt my whole body was as hot as the room filled with steam, yet
the heat in the soft, peach-like crevice of my buttocks was almost volcanic.
"It must be because of this incense," I thought.
The swirling smoke painted a series of dreams before my eyes; my soft limbs were entwined in the smoke, and
men of various shapes were intertwined with me. Acquaintances, strangers… it painted
every wicked, lewd idea in a woman's dreams of extreme indulgence.
I felt somewhat uneasy, worried that someone might read my mind. The fragrance dispelled my doubts, and I relaxed and enjoyed
the sensations: I felt a very strange feeling envelop me. The fine hairs on the back of my neck
all stood on end.
I saw a blurry, dark figure unknowingly slip into my field of vision. I held my breath,
and something ghostly seemed to reach out and caress me, slowly, very familiarly, like
the slippery fingertips of an illusory man, slipping into my sexual nerves. My abdomen slowly swelled with blood, my private parts burned,
my clitoris was extremely sensitive. But it's not fun to have such feelings when there seems to be no way to relieve them
. I took a sip of wine, helplessly hoping it would quell my thirst, but I failed. I had an
absurd urge to touch myself, right here, just to satisfy—even if only temporarily—this disgusting
, painful sexual desire. This vexing craving kept haunting me.
"Ah... um..." Sarah and Bissie were already entwined, Sarah's body was
restless, her white wings fluttering gently. She was panting heavily, her eyes half-closed, Bissie was crawling
between her legs, licking her genitals with his tongue. Sarah, thirsting, turned around and embraced Bissie. Bissie
had already taken off his pants, his penis pressed against Sarah's face. Sarah closed her eyes and took his penis into her mouth
.
Bissie stroked Sarah's cascading golden hair, gently kneading it.
All of Sarah's pent-up longing and desire poured out at once. She sucked on Bissie's penis with all her might, feeling it gradually grow larger and
harder in her mouth.
Bissie pulled his penis out of Sarah's mouth, and Sarah felt a strange emptiness. She quickly leaned her head over...
Go, chasing his penis. But Bissi dodged, forcefully pinning Sarah to the ground and launching his attack downwards
. He placed his lips on one of her breasts and bit down on her nipple with his teeth, then
bit down very, very hard.
Sarah's hips pressed against him, her entire vulva trembling, gently trembling with her desire
. She longed for fingers to go down, to caress, or press. Or for a tongue to lick… or for a penis
to thrust, to expand… anything would do. Just to be placed between her legs, to soothe her frantic hunger. And as Bissi bit her nipple, she moaned, swayed, her hips 　　sliding
helplessly on the floor 　　 … The maid was also stripped of her kimono by Himin, revealing ivory skin, 　　perfectly complementing her long black hair. 　　 A slender waist that could be grasped in one hand, round and firm breasts, a beautiful mouth breathing softly, her face flushed as she panted 　　. 　　 Ximing lifted her up and moved her to the wooden table. The maid leaned against the table, half her body pressed against it, 　　her buttocks raised, awaiting Ximing's penis. 　　 "Suppressing one's desires until they can no longer be suppressed before erupting is a common practice among Eastern nobles 　　," Sisley said slowly, seeing through my body. 　　 "Yes," I replied tremblingly. Imitating Sisley, I removed all my clothes, straightened my back, and knelt naked 　　beside the table, sitting upright as if dressed in full regalia for a celebration. Fragrant smoke entered 　　my body and mind through every inch of my skin, releasing all my lust. My heart, however, was no longer anxious as before; I gathered 　　the desire within me. My cheeks were flushed, and my body was soaked with sweat. 　　 Ximing inserted his penis into the maid's vagina from behind. The maid trembled, her body immediately leaning forward. Xi 　　Ming began thrusting into her overflowing vagina: "What's your name?" 　　 "Michiko," the maid gasped. 　　 Xi Ming roughly kneaded her breasts, violently thrusting into her vulva. 　　 "Ah...faster...don't stop...ah...ah..." Michiko's upper body slumped weakly onto the wooden table, 　　her breasts rubbing back and forth on the table with each of Xi Ming's thrusts. Her vision began to blur, emitting exotic 　　moans. 　　 "Ah!" A hand unconsciously grabbed me. It was Sarah; I didn't know when she and Bissie 　　had come to my side, attacking my body. Bissie grabbed my breast, "Oh..." My body immediately 　　arched backward. I don't know when it started, but my body had become extremely sensitive, reacting immediately to any stimulation 　　. At this moment, Sarah's palms were on my back and buttocks, her fingers probing between my thighs and then returning, her head slightly raised, her expression 　　extremely alluring. I felt her fingers gradually approaching my anus, and my face flushed instantly. I gasped softly, "Sarah 　　...Sarah...you...don't..." 　　 "Ah...ahh!" While I was distracted, another hand had already touched my secret place, coming from behind 　　. Ximing and Michiko had also turned their attention to me. Michiko's hand rubbed against my wet labia, her 　　slightly bent fingers scratching the surrounding tender flesh with her nails, attacking from both sides with Sarah. 　　 "Mmm, mmm!" This sudden attack caused my body to tremble considerably. I could barely see that Michiko was lying 　　on the wooden table, her expression a half-smile, her full breasts almost pressed against my lower abdomen, swaying slightly with her movements. 　　 Just then, Michiko's fingers entered my honey hole, two fingers in one go. I 　　screamed in shock, my body trembling as if all my strength had vanished. With a sigh, I lowered my head, my shoulders 　　shaking uncontrollably, murmuring in a daze, "I... ah... ha... ah..." 　　 Michiko laughed, "Is it comfortable?" I shuddered, struggling to breathe, "You... you're messing around... ah 　　... ha... 　　 um... ah... ah... ah..." At that moment, Ximing straddled Michiko, penetrating her from behind. He lowered 　　his head, burying it between my not-so-ample, but beautifully shaped breasts, kneading them vigorously with both hands. Michiko also continuously 　　thrust her fingers in and out, while on the other side, she coordinated with Ximing's movements, relieving the desire burning within her, 　　breathing softly. Surrounded by four men from the front and back, and with Michiko getting there first, under the influence of her fingers, my groin 　　burned, my body went limp, and I could only moan softly, sweating profusely. 　　 Bixi pushed Sarah aside and stood behind me, his penis rubbing against my neck, tilting my head back. 　　He brought his penis to my mouth, and I immediately took it in, sucking on Bixi's large penis from below. 　　 After a while, Bixi and Ximing exchanged a glance, and Bixi pulled his penis out, leaving me feeling 　　empty. The two of them put me down, facing the wooden table. Bixi stood behind me, 　　smeared some of the vaginal fluid from my vagina onto his penis, then used his hands to spread my legs, slowly inserting his glans into my vulva 　　. At this moment, Ximing sat on the wooden table, making me kneel and take his penis into my mouth. I was very 　　anxious, trying to push myself away with my hands, but as soon as Bixi started thrusting, I couldn't hold back anymore, my face 　　rubbing against the inside of Ximing's thigh. Ximing thrust his hips, and my face pressed against his penis, beginning to stroke it up and down 　　. Each time Bixi's penis penetrated deeper, my body involuntarily moved forward, burying my face between Ximing's legs. 　　 Sarah and Michiko, as if accustomed to their coordinated attacks, fueled the flames, their movements seamless 　　and complementary, each caress a stimulating experience. Sarah gently sucked and nibbled at my firm breasts and sensitive nipples 　　, her tongue licking my sensitive breasts, sometimes kneading and pinching my parted, round 　　buttocks with force, her fingers teasing my anus. Michiko's hands gently massaged 　　my bare back, occasionally sneaking kisses on the breast Sarah had left untouched, her lips burning with 　　kisses on my ears, shoulders, and cheeks. Exhausted 　　 from their ministrations, I could only let them take what they wanted, moaning softly. But he kept 　　Sisley's instructions firmly in mind and tried his best not to let his body reach the peak of ecstasy.

I don't know how much time passed, but everything calmed down. A cool sensation washed over me, and I opened my eyes. Sisley
was wiping me with a damp silk towel. Sarah and the other three were fast asleep on the floor beside me,
their bodies covered in semen. If it weren't for Sisley, I would probably be like them now.
"You did very well! My good girl." Sisley put down the silk towel. "Better than I imagined.
You will experience the greatest pleasure."
Sisley helped me lie flat on the floor, and his words reignited my slightly subsided desire. My
long, wet hair draped over my shoulders, a few strands clinging to my flushed forehead. I breathed heavily, closed
my beautiful eyes, and lay calmly on the floor. The flames of desire within me were more intense than ever before.
I moaned continuously. His slender fingers gently caressed my breasts, the tips carrying a slightly icy
chill. But this did little to quell the burning heat within me; instead, it fueled
the flames, making my snow-white skin flush crimson.
Through the swirling smoke, I could vaguely see Sisley's nimble right hand slowly descending, gently touching my
tender, red entrance. In my dazed state, I seemed to lose control, instinctively accepting Sisley's teasing. His long, thin
fingers slowly breached the entrance, sliding deep inside. When his fingertips touched the walls, the burning heat
instantly made me cry out in pleasure.
"Do you know another use for 'Hibiscus Mud'?" Xisi used her fingertips to pick up some pink
ointment and evenly spread it on my vaginal walls, her slender fingers exploring the area. "Applying 'Hibiscus
Mud' to your genitals can give you an incredibly intense orgasm, making you feel like you're in heaven... This is
a secret that not many people in the East know, you know. Want to try it?"
Even without the influence of drugs, I was already hopelessly intoxicated, spreading my legs as wide as possible, twisting
my body, rubbing myself on the floor, my breath coming in short gasps.
My emotions grew increasingly agitated, my breathing faster and more rapid, my high breasts bounced rhythmically
, my snow-white skin felt hotter and hotter. I knew my self-control had
reached its limit; the burning desire would make my whole body hot, and I couldn't wait to be taken by a man.
I lay on the floor, my firm, snow-white buttocks raised high. Sisley's left hand slid over,
slipping between my still-wet thighs, slowly breaking through the flushed crimson path, drawing out the nectar. I pressed my hands
to my mouth, desperately trying to suppress a cry, but Sisley's left hand moved more and more violently, my
knees and elbows trembling uncontrollably. His left hand, like a devil, moved slower and slower, his icy fingertips
constantly teasing the fiery path. The stark contrast between ice and heat didn't cool my desire;
instead, it stimulated me even more. His fingers, hooking and pushing, drew out more and more nectar, the sticky
liquid sliding down my legs, stopping just as I was about to reach climax—a mixture of pleasure and pain.
But what I wanted wasn't just this finger. How I wished that it was Sisley's burning
, throbbing member filling my path, thrusting into me mercilessly, breaking through her defenses again and again, completely conquering me. My
body craved physical pleasure intensely, growing ever stronger, as if bewitched. A pair of pure white
wings unknowingly emerged, fluttering behind me; even I couldn't believe my own urgency
.
Seeing me so engrossed in lust, unable to extricate myself, a wicked smile slowly spread across Sisley's face. He was right; the Eastern aphrodisiac was indeed effective. He just hadn't expected 　　the surge of lust
within me to be so intense on the first use . 　　 His Eastern friend, who had told him about this method, had also told him about the drug's side effects. Long-term use would make 　　the body extremely sensitive, plunging one into a hell of lust, yet unable to derive pleasure from ordinary intercourse, 　　unable to break free from the drug's addiction. Some Eastern men used this drug to conquer women, controlling their bodies; 　　even if their hearts wanted to leave, their bodies couldn't escape its control. He had always been hesitant to try it until today 　　. 　　 I was lost in passion when suddenly I felt something, and I wondered if heaven knew my pain. 　　Sisley's penis, both gentle and intense, possessed me. A gentle yet intense possession, a gentle yet intense violation. 　　One hand firmly held my slender waist, guiding me to meet his rhythm, allowing him to penetrate deeper and deeper into my 　　core. His other hand slid to my breasts, greedily and skillfully kneading my smooth, firm breasts, 　　slowly and steadily sending me to ecstasy, until I could no longer suppress my cries of pleasure. 　　 Under Sisley's powerful control, I moaned softly, my buttocks thrusting back and forth in response. 　　With each thrust, his penis, burning with immense desire, plunged deep into the depths of my flower, intensifying my 　　pleasure. 　　 Sisley's technique was so skillful, his thrusts so intense; he was clearly a seasoned expert, 　　far superior to any man I had ever been with before. I was consumed by lust, letting him 　　possess and play with me with unparalleled pleasure, sending me to ecstasy time and again, making me feel both ecstatic and blissful. 　　 But his stamina far surpassed that of any man I'd been with before. As I released my climax and became utterly exhausted, 　　Sisley pressed me down, thrusting deeper and more intensely into my depths. Each thrust, each shallow withdrawal, 　　each impact on my clitoris, filled me with ecstasy. After releasing my climax once more, I finally understood the 　　true meaning of ultimate ecstasy—a level I'd never reached before! 　　 His frenzied thrusting quickly brought me to my climax. The drug had 　　shortened my climax time considerably, as if it were burning my soul and life force, leaving me utterly drained of strength. Overwhelmed by the intense 　　pleasure, I collapsed, groaning softly. The penis that had just brought me to the peak of satisfaction slowly 　　withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and weak, crying out involuntarily for more. 　　 Suddenly, Sisley grabbed my sweaty hair, pressing my face against his crotch, looking at his still-erect penis...

His erect penis trembled before my eyes. I knew what Sisley wanted to do. Though I was ashamed to speak, my
body was still immersed in the afterglow of the intense lovemaking. How could I resist the thirst for lust? With Sisley's slow thrusts
, I gently licked, slowly matching his rhythm.
The smell wasn't pleasant, but I enjoyed it, quietly savoring it, letting the man thrust in and out of my mouth
, occasionally letting out soft moans. His hands caressed my breasts, making my desire surge like a tide.
If I hadn't been completely drained by the intense lovemaking, I probably would have wanted to go again
!
Lifting my beautiful face, I gently wiped the semen from my face. Sisley's greedy eyes
were scrutinizing my naked, youthful body, full of both maturity and youthful charm, as if he wanted to do it again
. A pair of demonic hands caressed my back, stirring my wings of light. Glancing at Bissi and Siming to the side
, he said, "You're truly the best woman. How could they possibly be worthy of you!"
I closed my eyes, involuntarily letting out a soft, joyful sigh. Sisley's advances had stirred
my heart, making me crave intimacy. "Then...then...what about you?"
"You're very clever," Sisley smiled, not answering my question, slowly approaching my face, as beautiful as a pear blossom after the rain
, and gently kissed my lips. I initially intended to refuse, but this kiss seemed to ignite my passion,
fueling my carnal desires. I responded to him breathlessly, our kisses growing more passionate with each breath. When Sisley released me
, my face was flushed, my breath soft and delicate, as radiant as a flower touched by morning dew. "What do you think?"
"Mmm…I…you…mmm…" I blushed, Sisley's hands already caressing my
body again. I willingly accepted his needs, experiencing unimaginable pleasure, unable to control myself!
The magnificent night sky
… "Whoosh, whoosh! Bang!" A streak of red light shot into the night sky, exploding with a crisp sound. Countless fireworks followed
, blooming into a beautiful display against the brilliant starry sky, even obscuring the moonlight.
The annual Sea God Festival in Hailan City had officially begun.
I wore an elegant and noble light blue off-the-shoulder fitted evening gown, revealing my jade-like
arms, my face flushed, the afterglow of that night still lingering. I wore a beautiful platinum necklace,
adorned with a light blue Heart of the Sea, which I had just bought in Hailan. Sarah wore a charming
pink evening gown, adorned with a matching pink rose boutonniere. Viscount Sisley
walked beside us in a black suit.
Viscount Sisley was also a legendary figure in Hailan. Born into a minor noble family, he left at seventeen to
travel alone to the East, returning to Hailan at forty-seven with a vast collection of jewels, instantly becoming one of Hailan's wealthiest
men. However, when he returned, his family had completely declined, swallowed up by the Marquis of Made. Such
things happened daily, and unfortunately, the Marquis of Made encountered Sisley. This created
a rift between them. In just over a year, leveraging the immense wealth he brought from the East, he utterly defeated Marquis Made
, establishing a vast commercial empire. However, Marquis Made maintained
his last vestige of power through trade with the three northern kingdoms. Compared to the Free City Alliance, whether it was Rovijira, Sa, Haikaokanglilu, or Asgard, these cities
were far more conservative and placed greater emphasis on lineage and social standing. The high-ranking nobles preferred to trust Marquis Made rather than
trade with Sisley, who came from a lower-ranking noble family. This time, Sisley was willing to trade with us on such favorable terms, partly
because my family was Marquis Made's largest business partner in Rovijira, and partly because he hoped to
use this opportunity to penetrate the noble market of the three northern kingdoms. Perhaps the latter reason was even more important to him.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at Viscount Sisley. What kind of person was he? Gray hair,
a face that seemed weathered yet resolute, a lean and upright figure exuding explosive power. The power of the "Hibiscus Mud"
was truly overwhelming. For five days, our bodies were overflowing with desire, engaging in constant, frenzied intercourse. I
spent those five days almost naked, and whenever Sisley left, I would caress my body, awaiting his arrival
. I couldn't help but stare at him, mesmerized.
"What's wrong?" Hearing Sisley's voice, my face flushed crimson, and I quickly shook my head.
Sisley was about to press for more information, but seeing my shy expression, he forgot to ask. Sarah
had left us sometime earlier. A subtle silence fell between us as we stood side-by-side
in the crowded Poseidon Square, neither of us uttering a word. Under the blue night sky, beneath the brilliant fireworks, our hearts
silently intertwined.
This was a moment of equality for all; before God, everyone was so insignificant. Everyone, noble or
commoner, had to cast aside their status and walk to Poseidon Square to participate in the sacred ceremony. The crowds at Poseidon Square surged suddenly,
with only soldiers guarding a narrow passage leading from the Temple of Hailan to the Altar of Poseidon.
Keenkram consisted of five large temples: the Temple of the Holy Mountain, the Temple of the Earth God of Longsa, the Temple of the Fire God of Nyusippi,
the Temple of the Wind God of Kunzesi, and the Temple of the Sea God of Hailan. These temples were dedicated to
the five main gods: the God of Light, the Goddess of Earth, the God of Fire, the God of Wind, and the God of the Sea. The Temple of Hailan was primarily dedicated to the Sea God; this massive, azure-blue temple stood
seven or eight hundred meters from the sea, grand in scale and imposing in its presence. The Temple of Hailan, separated by Poseidon Square, led to
the Altar of Poseidon, which stood majestically on the shore. The Altar of Poseidon was built specifically for the worship of the Sea God; it was entirely black and perched on a cliff several meters high by the sea
. It bore numerous chisel marks, as if it had been carved from the entire cliff face.
Suddenly, the fireworks stopped, and all the lights in the area went out. The noisy Poseidon Plaza suddenly fell silent
, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were fixed on the temple entrance, where a
group of indistinct figures could be vaguely seen.
"Boom! Whoosh!" A drumbeat was followed by the distinctive giant conch shell horn of the Poseidon Temple.
Simultaneously, lights illuminated the area from the temple entrance to the Poseidon Altar. A priest in a white robe stood at the temple entrance, holding...

Holding a silver staff inlaid with a huge blue crystal, he approached the altar of Neptune, 　　accompanied by seven priestesses holding musical instruments . He was none other than Bo Dese Rios, the current High Priest of the Temple of Hyland and the High Priest of the Sea God.
After he passed, the lights dimmed instantly, plunging everything into darkness, and remained silent for about a minute. When the lights came on again
,
Bo Dese Rios stood in the center of the altar, motionless like a statue, his white robes fluttering in the sea breeze
.
The Sea God Festival was about to begin, and everyone waited in silence, with only the waves crashing
against the altar. A soft pluck of a harp string served as the opening note.
As Bo Dese Rios's song began, the grand feast of the seven seas commenced.
Across the endless waves, counting the seven seas, where is the just and vast domain of the Sea God? The lights illuminated the right side of the altar
, where a priestess leaned against a huge harp. She wore a pale lavender-colored high-
necked gown, long-sleeved and flowing, her crimson hair styled in a bun, with creamy white ribbons draped over her shoulders. The exaggeratedly voluminous
skirt spread out in overlapping layers on the altar of Neptune. The pale yellow harp was as tall as an adult; she had to stretch her slender
arms to pluck the highest note.
The Lira was the source of the seven seas, existing since the beginning of time. From the beginning of the universe,
the gods who ruled the seven seas were born here. Desai. The deep, resonant song of Leo stirred long-forgotten
memories in everyone's heart, yet without sadness, it ignited an expectation for the realization of dreams. Humans live simultaneously in memories and dreams
; when dreams are shattered, memories overflow and cease to be renewed.
A joyful conch shell sound rang out. A female priestess in yellow robes played a conch shell, dancing lightly,
like a water sprite leaping on the waves, light and joyful.
Bluenan is the garden of the sea god. Bright sunshine and gentle breezes caress the sea's surface, fish leap high on the waves .
The most beautiful ocean in the world, the sea god's most beloved place. Tranquil and gentle songs lead people on a journey through the sea god's garden.
Floating on the surface of Bluenan, rising and falling with the waves, watching the fish leap and chase each other.
A yellow-clad priestess disappears into the darkness, and a priestess in silver-scaled white armor emerges,
the silver bells on her wrists tinkling clearly. Her dance is light and agile, displaying a free spirit that refuses to be bound
, like a swift wind urging the clouds to churn.
One day, the sea god falls into deep thought: "Endless heavens and earth, does my domain have an end? If so, where is it?"
The supreme ruler of the waters leaves beautiful Bluenan and wanders to Winkini. The song rises and falls with its rhythm, twisting
and turning, making one deeply feel the sea god's anguish.
As the horns sounded, a solemn and dignified priestess in a blue robe entered the stage, her dance ancient and elegant.
"O boundless ocean, Pavya, you are the embodiment of the sea god's majesty. No one can conquer you; only the gods know
what your other shore is," Desai Rios sang in a deep, resonant voice, inspiring
boundless reverence for the Greatest Ocean, Pavya.
The next instant, a dazzling light forced the audience to squint. A priestess adorned with a waist drum
danced out like a whirlwind, her hands striking the drum repeatedly with a rapid, rain-like sound.
"Evil shrouds Gerikihu. The people of Gerikihu believe in lies from darkness, vainly challenging the sea god's authority.
To step into the god's realm, they must endure the sea god's wrath. Raging waves have submerged the entire continent; this place has become a new
ocean." Short, continuous notes swept in like a storm, and the people trembled in the sea god's anger.
The drumbeats faded, and a melodious flute began to play. A long-haired girl emerged, playing a silver flute.
Her long black hair and white robes fluttered in the wind, her dance gentle and serene.
The most beloved daughter of the sea god Nephia, fragile as she was, could not withstand the storms of the sea, not even the gentle waves of Brunan.
The sea god created a new home for his daughter, the gentlest sea, Nephia. The azure light of Nephia illuminated the entire altar.
Po. Desai. Rios extended a pair of enormous wings of light, over ten meters long. The azure wings fluttered gently, and six
maidens danced gracefully around him. Po
. Desai. Rios began to sing:
"Our selfless and steadfast faith is offered by us, loyal people. The sea god bestows upon you divine blessings. He channeled the seawater
into Allencia and borrowed powerful monsoon winds from the wind god, allowing us to travel through his realm to distant lands, bringing
prosperity and strength to Kaiyan Crame…
" The song ended, the lights came on, and everyone erupted in thunderous applause and cheers,
paying homage to the sea god, the closest to the Hailan people. I too was awakened by the songs and dances, a surge of emotion welling in my eyes,
tears of feeling streaming down my face, filled with reverence for the sea god.
Bo. Desai. Rios and six priestesses returned to the temple; the festival was over, and a grand
carnival ball was about to begin. Fireworks once again adorned the night sky with splendor, and the whole city was filled with joyous laughter. The
magnificent banquet in the mangrove garden was reaching its climax. Commoners had no place in such an event, even though it
was the city's largest garden, supposedly open to every Hailan citizen, and even though today was the Sea God Festival, where everyone was equal.
Sisley led me and a large group of local and foreign nobles around, and I took the opportunity to slip away. I sipped
a glass of red wine, leaning against a corner, savoring it, waiting for Sisley. I fantasized about our tender embrace. These past few days,
my body had been burning with desire, a fire that had never subsided. I was extremely sensitive; the slightest stimulation would make me
lose control. Sisley said it was a side effect of the medication he took that day, and it would be fine after a few days when the effects wore off.
"Beautiful lady, would you like to dance with us?" Two elegantly dressed young men invited me
. One of them was wearing a knight's uniform.
"No! I'm waiting for someone." I politely but firmly refused them.
"Viscount Sisley?" The young knight pointed into the distance, and sure enough, I saw Sisley
dancing with a woman at the other end. My heart ached, and my eyes welled up with tears.
The young knight took my hand and invited me, saying, "A beautiful lady like you shouldn't be standing here alone
. I'd like to invite you to dance."
I remained silent, letting him hold my waist and sway gently to the rhythm. My eyes kept glancing
towards Sisley, hoping he would see me. The young knight deliberately led me to another side, so
I couldn't see Sisley.
Tonight, I wore my hair straight, a golden waterfall cascading down to my waist, and a light blue long dress cinched my
slender waist. The young knight embraced me as we danced, his hands gently pressing against my soft breasts, his hands
lightly caressing my back, secretly applying pressure to press my breasts closer to his chest, enjoying
the wonderfully elastic feel of my flesh. Through our pressed bodies, I could feel his penis erect in his trousers
, thrusting against my body with each dance step.
His movements became increasingly unruly; my breasts felt tingly and itchy from the rubbing against his chest, and I could feel
the heat of his penis pressing against me, causing my face to flush red. Just as I was about to break free, the song ended, and another
man came up to invite me. Out of politeness, I accepted his invitation.
He was older and looked like a businessman. He was bolder than the previous knight, not only holding me
tightly but also groping my round, upturned buttocks. I wiggled my hips trying to escape, but he only
pressed closer, causing my vulva to rub against his penis, which was visibly swollen and
hard. I blushed even more with embarrassment. The rubbing made my vagina a little wet. I gently tried to push
him away, but he only held me tighter. I couldn't move him and became even more anxious and flustered.
At this moment, the younger knight gestured to the businessman, and the two of them led me to a secluded corner with their dance steps.
They made me sit in the middle of the sofa, and the two of them sat on either side of me, groping me all over.
The young knight's devilish hand slipped inside my collar, kneading and squeezing my breasts. To make matters worse, he
then slipped his fingers inside my bra, teasing my nipples until they hardened. A moment later,
the merchant's hand entered. I was dazed and confused, only able to whisper repeatedly, "No! No!"
But four hands roamed all over my body, making me weak and weak, my lower body already overflowing with lustful fluids
.
The young knight, not yet satisfied, kissed my lips, his tongue penetrating my mouth, teasing my
tongue. In a daze, I naturally returned his kiss, our tongues intertwining in a deep kiss. Encouraged, the young knight kissed
even deeper.
The merchant, not to be outdone, continued to knead my breasts with one hand while the other reached for my thigh,
brazenly groping and kneading my delicate skin through my long skirt. Caught between two attackers, I was utterly powerless
to resist. The merchant, emboldened by the lack of resistance, thrust upwards towards my vulva. His fingers touched my wet
mons pubis; the slippery, lustful fluids had already soaked through my silk skirt. Curious, he pressed on it, causing even more fluid to gush out
, revealing a large wet patch on the light blue hem.
The merchant looked up and saw that the young knight had unbuckled his belt and pulled out his penis.
He was still kissing me passionately, holding my slender hands and making me stroke his penis. It was hard, with
drops of semen leaking out, leaving me no time to resist the invaders.
The merchant looked around. It was a dark corner, with a few sparse potted plants blocking the view.
The lights in the hall were dim and flickering; surely no one would notice us here, and even if someone did, they would likely know
to leave. So he made up his mind, reached under my skirt, lifted it up to my waist, and
pulled my panties down to my ankles.
I was shocked, but with my mouth and hands entangled, I could only kick my legs, trying to stop him. Unexpectedly,
this made things easier for him; with a flick of his wrist, he pulled the entire garment away from my ankles, completely exposing my lower body to the two
men.
The merchant knew my vulnerable spot, and without letting me breathe, he buried his head between my legs, his tongue
licking my clitoris. I trembled violently; now both my orifices were being licked and kissed by men, my body felt like it
was flying, especially the mouth on my vulva, licking and sucking, sometimes even penetrating deep into my vagina, making me
wet with desire, my clitoris trembling. Seeing how wet I was, the merchant reached under my buttocks and found them soaking wet.
His fingers playfully touched my anus, making me tremble even more. Suddenly, he pressed down on my anus and
thrust his index finger about halfway inside.
I had never experienced such a double assault. My uterus contracted repeatedly, my juices flowed even more profusely, I made muffled sounds, and my buttocks
involuntarily arched, reaching a climax.
The young knight, unable to endure any longer, gestured to the merchant, and they switched
places. The merchant pressed his juice-covered lips to my cherry lips. I was disoriented and instinctively opened my mouth,
kissing him passionately. The young knight, however, grabbed my ankles, half-squatting, his penis pressed against the entrance, the glans
wet with my juices. With a couple of thrusts, he lowered his hips and plunged his entire penis into me.
His penis was long and thick, easily sliding in and out of my vagina. He looked down at his wet, sticky penis,
thrusting in and out of my noble and beautiful body, extremely excited. My tender vagina felt a constant tingling and itchy pleasure,
my juices almost gushing out, my vaginal muscles involuntarily contracting in waves. This was incredibly pleasurable for the young knight. Perhaps he
wasn't very skilled to begin with, and the scene was too stimulating. After only a few thrusts, his back went numb. He
quickly pressed his penis against my vagina and ejaculated a thick stream of semen.
I wanted to stop him, but the hot semen made my legs automatically wrap around him, and then my pink buttocks twisted and arched,
and I had another orgasm.
Seeing that the young knight was finished, the merchant also took out his penis.
This merchant was a bit short and fat, and not very attractive, but his penis was quite long, with a small glans and
a pointed shape. At this moment, he raised his penis and turned me from a supine position to a kneeling position, exposing my entire
buttocks. The merchant pressed the head of his penis against my vulva, and my moist labia were easily penetrated. He then thrust his penis
in forcefully, smoothly reaching the very end and piercing my clitoris.
Now that my mouth was no longer obstructed, I couldn't help but moan, "Ah...oh..."
The merchant had been holding back for too long, so he immediately began thrusting and pounding relentlessly, showing no mercy. The pointed head of his penis gave me
a unique sensation. I wanted to scream loudly, but I was afraid of being discovered. I felt both shy and pleasurable,
not daring to be too wanton, only letting out soft moans of "hmm...mmm..."
The merchant leaned over my back, kissing my snow-white neck and ears, making my whole body tremble. He
whispered in my ear , "You're so beautiful... I feel so good..."
I finally let out a moan, "Ah... ah... ouch... I feel... good too..."
The businessman wasn't one to last long either. Hearing my moans, he tensed up and thrust about fifty times,
reaching the crucial moment. His penis swelled, the glans both sore and numb. He said, "Good sister... I'm going to cum...
ah... cum... no...
I'll hold back... to make you feel even better... hold back... I'll thrust..."
Luckily, I was also pushed to my peak at this moment. I didn't care if others could hear, and my little mouth couldn't help but cry out
, "Ouch...!" My juices sprayed everywhere, reaching my third orgasm.
My vagina contracted powerfully during the orgasm, and the businessman, feeling both pleasure and bliss, could no longer hold back
. Goosebumps rose, and he too ejaculated.
I collapsed on the sofa, the bison leather sofa soaked with my juices. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac,
my sensitivity was incredibly high.
The two men caressed me with satisfaction. After a long while, we got up and tidied our clothes, but
the young knight snatched my underwear, saying it was a souvenir. I blushed deeply with embarrassment. The three men bid each other a tender farewell
, and I kissed each of them for a while before they let me go back to the dance floor.
I straightened my light blue dress and, taking advantage of the height of the dance, blended into the crowd.
The flush after our lovemaking added to my alluring charm, attracting many men's gazes. Two or three men, in
particular, stared lustfully at me, their eyes scanning from my buttocks to my thighs; I could clearly
feel their burning intensity. It was now past midnight, and my encounter with those two men had lasted two or three hours,
longer than I had imagined.
As the brilliant fireworks soared into the sky again, people poured out of the gardens into the streets for the final revelry, and I
followed the surging crowd.
In just a minute, I felt many restless hands around my buttocks. A man
's hand was lifting my skirt, reaching from my thighs to my buttocks… I couldn't help but groan; I was completely powerless to resist. 　　 This stranger's hand, through my underwear, touched the tip of my lower abdomen. As I walked out of the mangrove garden 　　, my heart was filled with anticipation. At that moment, a warm liquid was overflowing from my body. I
hated that 　　damned Sisley for making my body so sensitive and then leaving me alone. 　　My whole body was burning with lust, making me perfect food for lecherous men. The realism of being in a crowd especially brought me 　　extraordinary pleasure, the joy of having sex with someone and being abused. 　　 Two or three lecherous men's fingers were touching my lower body... their hot breath on me as they did so. 　　The sensual reaction caused my fluids to trickle down my thighs... 　　 Seeing that I offered no resistance even as my thighs were touched, the lecherous men became increasingly ruthless. 　　 "No!" I struggled through the crowd, trying to escape their clutches. 　　 The boldest of them chased me through the streets and alleys, grabbing my waist, his hot 　　breath constantly whispering in my ear: "Baby, don't run away, I'll give you the ultimate pleasure! Or do you want everyone to see the evidence of your lewdness 　　?" 　　 "What?" 　　 He gently kissed my neck, his right hand reaching down to my lower body. A patch of my blue silk evening dress was wet, becoming 　　semi-transparent. 　　 Sticky and clinging to my legs, it highlighted my private area, making my naked lower body visible beneath the dress 　　. "Am I really going to walk out like this?" My heart trembled secretly, my face flushed with shame, but my body 　　reacted involuntarily. The strange stimulation shattered my will to resist. I helplessly let him pull me 　　forward, my body pressed against his. 　　 People on the street looked at us with envy. The man was tall, dressed in a long black robe, his face obscured by his hood 　　. 　　 The woman, almost held in his arms, shyly lowered her head; she was a beautiful woman. Every movement of her alluring figure 　　was captivating. 　　 He led me to the top of Hailan's tallest observation tower, the heart of the city, where brilliant fireworks rose all around us 　　. 　　 From the top, Hailan's buildings stretched out before us. Only the two of us were on the top. This tower, a 　　place of prayer for favorable winds, held great significance for Hailan, a city built on shipping; it wasn't a place one could easily ascend. 　　 He put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the edge of the tower, helping me stand before the two-foot-high bluestone railing. 　　 "I love it here. Baby, standing here, don't you feel like everyone in this sinful world is 　　looking up at your skirt?" 　　 "..." The strong sea breeze made me sway slightly, afraid I might accidentally fall from the thirty-meter- 　　high tower. 　　 "Hahaha..." 　　 He laughed loudly, placing his hand on my buttocks. My firm buttocks moved slightly, but ultimately 　　remained still. He lifted my skirt, revealing most of my long, white thighs. I pressed 　　my legs tightly together, afraid to move. 　　 He whispered in my ear, "You have to masturbate in front of everyone in Hailan." 　　 "What?" 　　 "I want you to spread your legs, align your lovely vulva with Hailan, and then, in front of half a million people in the city..."

"Masturbation. You need to put your hand under your skirt and touch your most private place—right here at the highest point of Hailan
."
"This…"
"Do you want me to say it again loudly?"
"No! I'll do it." I reluctantly put my hand under my skirt.
Then he said, "Do it properly. I won't let you go until you climax."
I put my hand under my skirt to my private parts, then lowered the skirt to cover my hands. He pulled up my skirt and commanded
, "Don't cover it up. Although you're masturbating in front of everyone in Hailan, I'm monitoring you on their behalf. Lift your
skirt up a bit, do it seriously, don't try to fool me. You'd better be quick, otherwise
I won't care if someone comes."
My private parts were exposed by the hand that had slipped under my skirt. The index and middle fingers moved gently between my labia. The
rising fireworks occasionally illuminated my body, making my hairy private parts clearly visible in the firelight.
I looked around to see if anyone was approaching. The tension and humiliation of being discovered
excited me, my labia began to open, and nectar began to secrete.
"How could this be..." A guilty pleasure quickly spread through my lower abdomen and spine. My clitoris
gradually hardened, and each time my fingers circled my labia, they were covered in nectar; when they circled my clitoris, a sweet current
shot through my brain. "No...
...I can't..."
Against my willpower, my clitoris hardened further, and my fingers moved faster and faster. My face flushed red, and I desperately tried to suppress a 　　 moan
.
Just then, footsteps sounded behind me. My whole body stiffened. Listening to the footsteps, thankfully they weren't
coming this way, but were getting further and further away. I was so nervous I was sweating profusely. Just at the peak of my tension, he suddenly reached out
and placed his hand outside my vagina. "Oh, so wet. Looks like you're very excited, hehe..."
His fingers probed between my labia. I placed my hands on his, but didn't dare to stop him. His hands
caressed my clitoris, very gently, as if touching a fragile work of art, or as if playing with paint
.
Suddenly, he grabbed my firm, protruding breasts from behind and began to knead them forcefully.
I struggled, trying to push his strong hands away, trembling as I said, "Stop! I'm not that kind of woman!"
He ignored my struggles, and while starting to unbutton my evening dress, he whispered in my ear, "Baby,
you need to think this through. If I call out, the guards on the tower will come up. You don't want that. " "Don't
deceive your body, having an affair with a man at the ball, getting so excited in front of everyone in Hailan and still saying you're not
a harlot..."
I lowered my head and stopped struggling. He slowly unbuttoned my evening dress, letting it slide down my shoulders, revealing my firm
, snow-white breasts and a beautiful, deep cleavage. He reached into my cleavage, pinching my nipples with his fingers and kneading
my soft, elastic breasts.
My pert and elastic breasts, freed from their restraints, seemed eager to spring out,
trembling and standing tall in the air. My small, pink nipples, stimulated by his caresses, were already erect.
The beautiful, slightly red areolas, highlighting the nipples, made one's mouth water, tempting one to bite them.
"Ah!" "Truly a masterpiece of God..." the man couldn't help but exclaim.
I tried to cover my breasts with my hands, but they were impossible to hide
, and I couldn't stop the man's intrusive hands. My beautiful breasts were constantly being kneaded and squeezed. I twisted and turned, unable to break free from the fingers that tightly gripped my breasts,
yet a strange feeling crept into my heart.
"Baby, take off the rest of your clothes yourself!"
I hesitated sadly for a moment, but knew it was too late to turn back. In front of the man, I unbuttoned my skirt.
The light blue skirt slid down from my waist to my long, white thighs, revealing my white, semi-transparent skin and my pink, moist,
mysterious area. I was now standing completely naked before the man. Standing there naked,
under his lecherous gaze, my white skin seemed stained with shame, and my whole body exuded a seductive aura.
"Such a beautiful body, baby, it's such a waste that you're dressed. Isn't it better to be naked like this!" He
wrapped his arms around me from behind, rendering me immobile, and began roughly caressing my breasts.
This brutal action, however, only aroused the intense sensual response already surging within me. My forehead, damp
with sweat from my blond hair, swayed intermittently, and the man's hands followed suit, caressing my breasts. An ordinary lecher wouldn't
do this; it only heightened my anticipation.
"Ah..."
I couldn't help but moan. The man then grabbed my hand and guided it to his crotch
... His "manhood," now freed from his robes, was burning hot and erect.
My rationality almost completely collapsed. I involuntarily grasped his genitals. Although we had just had intense
intercourse, my body felt as if it had been abstinent for a long time, filled with a craving for a man.
It was indeed a "manhood" I hadn't touched in a long time; in my small palm, it was hot and hard, almost too big to hold.
I never imagined that such a man existed in this world, possessing such a "thing.
" My former sensuality had begun to melt away under the burning flames of desire.
"Ah..."
I groaned again as the man rubbed his penis against the crevice of my buttocks, the tip slowly rubbing
against the entrance.
Suddenly, the man pressed his waist down, inserting the tip into my opening.
My face was already flushed red. I closed my eyes, terrified. My body so desperately craved a man
. What if someone found out? But I didn't care anymore. I spread my legs, letting
the tip of his penis slowly sink in two, three times. When it penetrated all at once, I couldn't help but cry out.
The flames of desire burned several times brighter than usual.
"Ah..."
My body was finally liberated, my womb filled with a sense of reality. All my nerves seemed to have
fully awakened.
"Fantastic, Miss Crivado!"
A male voice rang in my ears, startling me. I thought it was an illusion, but when I came to my senses, I clearly
heard the next words…
"No, it's Eve!"
I turned my head in horror, but I couldn't see the man's face behind me.
The man's laughter rang in my ears, and his actions resumed.
"Oh…"
I wanted to escape, but the "man" beneath me kept my body immersed in pleasure.
Everything was ruined; this man knew my identity perfectly well. Unlike Sisley, he wouldn't disrupt our
cooperation.
I had only wanted to indulge myself in Hyland, far from Rovijra, so I was almost indiscriminate with men
and hadn't restrained Sarah's behavior. Hyland was so far away that Sarah and I rarely appeared in public. But
… this man, and those two at the ball… revealing my identity at a time like this, what does he want?
Will he spread the news? If money can solve this, thank goodness.
Someone like him, who can enter forbidden areas, is unlikely to be satisfied with just having sex with me.
I absolutely cannot accept it if people spread my lewd behavior to Rovijara.
Leaving Rovijara feels like becoming a different woman, but now, I must uphold my identity as a member of the Crivedo family
and my status as a countess.
When I left Rovijara, no matter how lewd I was, I always thought that once I returned home, I could immediately return
to the world of the second daughter of the Crivedo family, at least outwardly maintaining a noble and pure image. It was this
sense of security that sustained me.
Now, this man has destroyed my inner security…
The sudden stimulation and the panic in my heart caused the elements within me to run rampant uncontrollably. The top of the Wind-Viewing Tower, originally a sacred place of prayer
, was filled with all sorts of elements. The light element surged uncontrollably into my body,
swirling wildly within me. I couldn't suppress the chaotic elements within me, and it seemed I was about to explode and die.
"The countess's scent is indeed extraordinary, worthy of her ancient noble lineage!"
The black-robed man continued his actions on me, a vast and boundless, ocean-like, powerful water
element suppressing the chaos within my elements. The elemental power on the Wind-Viewing Tower also seemed to accept a challenge, becoming exceptionally strong
.
"Oh..." The chaos of elements can only be suppressed with the same element, but my light element
achieved a wondrous balance with the naturally gathered elemental power on the Wind-Viewing Tower and that powerful water element. My body was limp,
unable to muster any strength, yet my senses were exceptionally sensitive. My will was completely focused on the pleasure of the man and woman, as if I had forgotten the black-
robed man's malice, forgotten the uncontrollable elements within me, and passionately responded to him.
I gritted my teeth, and the tips of my claws curled.
In the darkness before dawn, a man and a woman were endlessly indulging in their lewd acts atop the Watchtower.
"Ah..."
I exhaled a hot breath, my arms wrapped around him from behind... As his penis entered, the sensual
fire within me spread, and I lost the ability to think. Consumed by lust, I was completely oblivious,
intoxicated by the moment, becoming a beast chasing its own desires.
He pulled his penis out of my body, then forcefully thrust it back in.
"Ah..."
A final burst of fireworks rose in the pre-dawn sky, transforming into a shower of fiery blossoms that adorned the heavens with
unparalleled splendor. I let out a mournful cry, a surge of intense pleasure rushing to my head. A pair of pale blue wings sprouted from my back,
possessing both the fluidity of water wings and the brightness of light wings, more beautiful than ever before.
The man in black robes abandoned me immediately after finishing, while my hands rested on the blue stone railing atop the observation tower.
Semen flowed from my lower body as I was immersed in the ecstasy, shame, anxiety, and humiliation of my orgasm. At that moment, a
pleasure that transcended life and death also filled my entire body.
Epilogue
: The wheels chugged, and the carriage adorned with the nine-headed bird crest carried us towards Longsa.
It had been almost half a year since I returned from Hyland, and everything felt like a dream, an unreal dream. I was back to
the life of the Countess I knew, only Little John had never appeared again, but that didn't matter. With my
insistence, Sarah had also become much more restrained. But what I feared hadn't happened; everything was as before,
peaceful and serene.
In the spring of 1534 of the Calendar of Light, the orcs of the Northern Frontier began invading the kingdom's borders again. The king issued a summons.
Sarah and I left Great Maple Forest Castle for the capital, Longsa. I will study magic under the only light-elemental mage tower in the Kingdom of Lovijira
. Sarah is more interested in martial arts; she will become a magic swordsman,
as a pure swordsman is never the choice of a light-winged person.
In late spring, March, we arrived in Longsa and began our life in the capital.
Like all the ancient provincial nobles, my family also had a mansion in Longsa. The courtyard was also full of
maple trees, but compared to Great Maple Forest Castle, this mansion seemed too small. Longsa is further north than Great Maple Forest Castle, and the climate
is colder. When we arrived, it was still snowing. I could hardly imagine
how those orcs had crossed the Blue Cauldron River to attack the kingdom in the even colder Dashidu and Mifra.
By the time everything was settled, it was early April. The weather warmed up, grass grew on the wasteland,
food became plentiful, and the orcs retreated. Sarah's magic swordsmanship was progressing well, but I encountered
trouble. After returning from Hylan, my light wings were no longer composed solely of light element, but rather a mixture of light and water . The two elements interfered with each other, preventing me from using either one effectively, thus 　　hindering
my progress in magic .

Putting that aside, life in the capital was quite nice—a bustling and fashionable city. Compared to Longsa,
Great Maple Forest Castle was merely a rural place. Clothing, accessories, and utensils were all of the highest quality there. Compared to
the wealth of Hailan, Longsa could be described as luxurious; the lives of the nobles were enough to make the wealthy merchants of the Free City Alliance gasp.
The cooperation with Viscount Sisley had also brought the family a great deal of wealth.
Endless banquets and elaborate entertainment—this was the life of the nobles in Longsa. However, the increase in wealth
inevitably brought with it an increase in power, or rather, more wealth required greater power to maintain.
At these banquets, I met the Crown Prince of the Kingdom, Tumenica, like many noble ladies.
It was at the ball of Marquis Hua Si. To the melodious music, he embraced me and we danced gracefully.
He had just returned from the northern border, and seemed to still carry the scent of travel. At 573 years old,
in the prime of a winged being's life, he had short black hair and bright, piercing eyes that seemed to see into one's soul.
His arms were strong and powerful; he practically spun me around in his arms, making me dizzy.
"I've heard your brother mention you; Miss Eve is even more beautiful than I imagined!"
"I've also long admired Your Highness's reputation for skill in battle, and my brother is equally impressed!" A casual exchange
occurred between us.
"Oh?" Tumenichá chuckled, "It's said that Victor has never met any of your siblings?"
"Yes!" The Crown Prince's unexpected seriousness made me blush, and I whispered in explanation, "I read it in my elder brother's letter
." I didn't dare look at him again until the song ended.
The reshuffling of the kingdom's power began amidst the magnificent dance steps…
The End

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