【The Floating World】(Chapter 3)

Ruins and black smoke billowed, the village that was filled with laughter yesterday was now a scene of devastation. After
a brief reorganization, the army headed further east, where the Green Troll tribe and Hill Giants awaited their extermination. Therefore,
only eighty mercenaries were left to escort the "spoils of war" back to Damia City, and this place became a temporary transit point. A
thousand soldiers were stationed here to guard the army's reserve rations.
A string of sobbing, lop-eared mini-bunny girls, these girls with already red eyes now
even redder, stumbled along, driven by these villains. Lying on a creaking wooden cart
was the unfocused Ina, the little shrew who had caused the mercenaries so much suffering, her collarbone pierced by two iron skewers and
pinned to the cart. Although her exposed genitals bore many dirty handprints, there were no signs of male sexual intercourse
.
Had these mercenaries changed their ways? The answer, of course, is no. Their master, Balthazar, enjoys
deflowering young girls, which is why Ina and the other girls escaped this fate. But their luck is temporary.
Once they enter the human world, where money swirls everywhere, these girls will be passed from
man to man…
As night falls, the barracks in the tribal village are filled with the sounds of drinking games and shouts, interspersed with the screams of women.
These married women have become temporary military prostitutes. Rosie unfortunately becomes one of them. Even though she possesses stunning
beauty, because she is not a virgin, she cannot satisfy the lord's perverse tastes.
Balthazar, who dislikes the soldiers, is overjoyed. As soon as night falls and the soldiers finish their meal, they wait
outside a row of makeshift thatched huts. They endure the groans rising and falling from within. As seasoned
veterans, they follow the rules: only after the officers have finished their first meal do the ordinary soldiers get their turn.
The entire camp of a thousand men formed a regiment, with a regimental commander, battalion commander, captain, and platoon leader,
totaling nearly a hundred officers and lieutenants. After selection and allocation according to rank,
the women from the elven tribe captured yesterday and the orc tribe conquered today were barely enough to fill these positions.
Time slowly passed, and each time an officer emerged smiling, pulling up his trousers, cheers erupted at the door
, followed by more soldiers crowding into the room. Occasionally, an officer would emerge with a dark face, at which point the soldiers would sigh and
go back in, carrying out the female corpses and throwing them far away.
In a separate room, Rosie knelt on the ground, waiting quietly. She could not and dared not die, for Kruger 's
only bloodline needed to live; only in this way could the flames of future revenge be ignited.
The door was pushed open, and three men entered. The regimental commander looked at the woman kneeling before him and thought, "Is this
the wife of that valiant lion-man?" "Madam's husband is a respectable adversary, and I think I should at least show due courtesy to his
family. State your demands."
Rosie held her son, Sanilan, in her arms: "Then please let this child live, and my reward will
be your most obedient servant forever."
The regimental commander lifted Rosie's chin: "It's necessary to remind you, as the defeated one, that my politeness just now
was merely formality."
Rosie met his gaze without flinching: "I saw your heroic figure on the battlefield from afar, but you are nothing but my husband
's defeated foe. Don't you want to thoroughly ravage and humiliate his wife?"
"Madam is indeed a very good persuader," the regimental commander said, turning to his two adjutants: "Take this child
out for a walk."
Rosie didn't stop him; she knew it was useless. Now all the stakes were on this man;
his joys and sorrows depended entirely on how well she served him. So, after Sanilan left, Rosie immediately took off her
cloth dress and helped the regimental commander undress, then knelt there
waiting, just as she had done when she was with her husband.
Her silver hair was like snow, her back smooth as jade, and her large tail trembled with excitement and shyness. The regimental commander looked
at the woman of another race and felt a pang of pity. Regardless of race, a
mother would always step forward when her children are in danger. Yes! She didn't possess the agility of a night elf, nor the ferocity of the lion girl from earlier that day,
but she cleverly used her body to secure her children's survival. She was, in fact, a woman worthy of respect.
Shaking his head to shake off the pang of pity, he rallied himself. "I'm a soldier," he thought, "I don't know when I'll die on
the battlefield. Since there's such a beautiful woman before me, why not take advantage of this opportunity? Am I going to wait until I'm dead to regret it?" The regimental
commander pressed himself against Rosie's buttocks from behind, lifting her furry tail. He could feel her body
trembling slightly, and a surge of desire for conquest exploded in his mind.
Rosie knelt there, feeling her tail being lifted, then a finger pressing against her anus. This was
something she loved to do before each encounter with Kruger, but now everything had changed.
The screams and lewd laughter of men around them made the place seem unusually desolate. The company commander's
erect penis pressed against Rosie's bright red petals, rubbing gently a few times before disappearing. Tight, soft, and incredibly resilient
, the sensation was even better than with a virgin, giving the company commander a blissful, almost ethereal feeling.
The man inside her remained motionless for a long time, and Rosie, afraid to turn around, mistakenly assumed he was asking her to take the initiative
. Since she was willing to sacrifice her chastity, what did a little shame matter? Rosie gritted her teeth and began to actively pleasure and serve
him.
The euphoric feeling hadn't faded when even stronger stimulation followed; the pressure of the overlapping muscles created
a rush of pleasure to her brain. The company commander quickly pressed down on her swaying waist to stop her movements; he didn't
want to ejaculate so quickly.
The woman beneath him obediently remained motionless, waiting quietly. After a long while, the company commander finally suppressed
the urge to ejaculate. This time, he wanted to take the initiative; otherwise, a few more twists from the woman and he'd be finished.
The screams around them turned into intermittent moans, indicating that the women's resistance had failed.
Unlike the other rooms, where the men were noisy, laughing, and cursing, Rosie's room was completely silent except for the creaking of the bed . The company commander
asked
, "Why aren't you screaming or moaning?"
Rosie replied, "I...I don't know how."
The company commander said, "Men like it when women moan and groan when they're being penetrated."
Rosie: "I...yes, um...ah..."
The regimental commander: "...! Never mind, this feels strange. Turn around, I want to look at your face while we make
love."
Rosie's face was covered in tears as she faced upwards, but her legs wrapped around his waist without the slightest
hesitation.
What a lovely and admirable woman. Perhaps one day when I die in battle, my wife will be like this!
Thinking this, the regimental commander suddenly blurted out, "Be my wife, then no soldier here will dare touch you and
your child."
Rosie was stunned. She never expected the man who appeared as a conqueror and possessed her to utter such earth-shattering
words. "No, I can tolerate you possessing my body, but I cannot tolerate you humiliating my soul.
My heart has only one warrior named Kruger; his smile, his might, and his heroic figure are the last pure land in my heart."
Rosie's refusal filled the regimental commander with both admiration and heartache. They stopped speaking and simply made love in silence. Actually, the regimental
commander didn't notice that he had been very gentle from the beginning until now...
After ejaculating, the regimental commander collapsed weakly onto the woman, panting heavily. Rosie remained
motionless in her split-legged position, awaiting the man's next command. This apparent submission was, in fact, a silent resistance.
The regimental commander understood her meaning, but couldn't help asking again, "Have you considered my suggestion?"
Rosie didn't answer but knelt there, asking in return, "Master, are you satisfied?"
"Sigh!" The regimental commander sighed and began to put on his uniform, his movements so slow, using the slowest possible
pace to buy time.
The door opened, and the soldiers waiting outside gave a perfunctory salute before swarming in. Amidst laughter, Rosie was pushed
down; how mysterious the body of a woman from another race was to humans. Countless hands roamed over Rosie's body; her playful,
adorable large ears and fluffy long tail were all so novel.
The room was packed with fifteen men; the initial curiosity gradually transformed into an uncontrollable desire, and before they knew it,
gentleness had turned into brutality. Her full breasts were squeezed out of
shape by five or six rough hands, and her glossy white tail hairs were maliciously tugged.
In the crowd, Rosie's legs were hoisted onto a soldier's shoulders, but before he could even make a thrust, she
was kicked away by a foot that seemed to fly out of nowhere. The chaotic crowd roared with laughter, and then her fair legs
were hoisted up again by other men.
Rosie remained silent throughout. In this world, women were merely appendages of men, and
the consequences of every powerful figure falling were tragic.
A wise woman would choose submission.
A chaste woman would choose death.
A foolish woman would choose to accept her fate.
What kind of woman was she? Rosie didn't know what kind of woman she was.
After several struggles, someone finally entered Rosie's body. Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the man grinned foolishly
, then pressed his hands against Rosie's waist and began to thrust wildly. He knew that with so many wolves and so little meat, if he didn't take advantage of this opportunity to
have his way with her as much as possible, this beautiful woman might be gang-raped to death tomorrow.
The flesh of her vulva was churned and tossed about by the penis, and after a moment of silence, the crowd erupted into chaos again.
A quick-reacting soldier pulled Rosie's chin, tilting her head back, then pinched her cheeks with two fingers, forced open her mouth, and shoved his
swollen penis inside.
The scene became increasingly chaotic. Rosie's petite body, only 1.55 meters tall, was covered by men, her outstretched limbs
becoming tools for the soldiers to vent their desires.
The regimental commander never left the doorway. He didn't understand why he cared so much about this foreign woman
. An inexplicable impulse made him wait. The regimental commander didn't care that the woman loved her dead husband, nor
did he care that she was being violated by other men. If the woman inside cried out for help or even made a sound, he would rush
in to protect her.
Time slowly passed, and apart from the man's panting as he thrust and the comfortable moans before ejaculation,
the woman, whose name the regimental commander didn't even know, remained completely silent. Could it be... that she had already...?
The regimental commander dared not think further.
As the highest commander of this camp, the regimental commander felt like a coward. If he liked her, why didn't he
fight for her? Instead, he watched the woman become a camp prostitute. I must have her, even without physical pleasure, just
watching her for a lifetime would be enough.
"Get the hell out of my way!" the regimental commander roared, smashing through the crowd like a madman. Except for the
soldier who was about to ejaculate and was too engrossed to hear, everyone was startled by their commander and stood at attention, saluting.
He grabbed the man's hair and threw him far behind like a sandbag, raising his hand to block the man's ejaculating semen
. The regimental commander no longer wanted the woman to suffer any more humiliation. The room was eerily quiet; no one knew what had gotten into their commander
.
Rosie slowly opened her eyes. Although her eyelids were covered in semen, she could still see who it was: "Do you think
I would fall in love with the murderer of my husband?"
"I don't care. I will protect you with my life... and your child," the regimental commander said, his words
hesitant yet firm.
Rosie stared for a while before speaking: "Can I take this as an order?" The regimental commander didn't answer, but removed
his cloak and draped it over Rosie, then swept the woman up in his arms and strode out. Rosie didn't speak again; she didn't know if
her choice was right or wrong.
The soldiers blankly made way, watching their commander leave with the foreign woman in his arms. No one wanted to, or rather,
dared to, stop him. The regimental commander thought so too, but just as he reached the door, a man in a purple robe stopped him: "Oh!"
Tsk...tsk, what a display of authority. "The lord promised a reward, and you, a mere regimental commander,
dare to disobey?"
The regimental commander was taken aback, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes. "Mr. Cardiff, please remember
, I am the supreme commander here. All affairs in the camp are under my jurisdiction. Also, as your advisor, didn't you go to war with the legion long ago?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive my rudeness. I simply forgot something.
Please make yourself at home," Cardiff bowed respectfully.
"Hmph!" The regimental commander strode past the man without even glancing at him. This
Cardiff, who had suddenly arrived a year ago, was adept at flattery and had quickly gained Balthazar's trust within days of entering the lord's manor. Meanwhile, the originally steady
and reliable lord, for some unknown reason, had been incited by Cardiff to massively expand his army, drawing
the attention of surrounding powers and creating a chain reaction that made the entire chaotic kingdom extremely tense… "
A sycophantic villain! If he dares to say another word today, I'll make sure he bleeds five times over," the regimental commander thought viciously.
Rosie, however, nervously looked around, because she didn't see her son, Sanilan. Adopting a gentler expression, the regimental
commander said, "Don't worry, I just saw the adjutant take your son to the lakeside outside the camp. Should I send someone to
call him back now?"
Rosie's heart eased slightly. Just as she was about to say she could walk, she saw the man holding her
turn away slowly, his face filled with disbelief, and a warm sensation soaked the cloak covering her. Looking down, Rosie
gasped, covering her mouth with her hands in shock. She saw countless white threads piercing the regimental commander's chest, measles-like
drops of blood staining the man before her red.
The regimental commander swayed, struggling to maintain his balance, but ultimately collapsed to the ground. He couldn't understand
why a civilian staff officer would conceal such formidable strength. Could he really kill the highest-ranking officer in the military camp and still survive?
Cardiff seemed to read his mind, and crouched down under the astonished gazes of the soldiers: "The regimental
commander wanted to know why before he died, didn't he? Don't worry! I'll send these fools to hell to tell you,
hehe... hahaha!"
The regimental commander knew he was dying, but he still held Rosie tightly, coughing up several
mouthfuls of blood as he tried to calm himself before saying, "I'm sorry, it seems I can't protect you anymore. I have a request, may I know your name before I die
?"
"You can't protect my child after you die, what good is knowing my name?" Rosie replied cruelly. However
, he immediately softened his tone and said, "You're a man too, is there anything you want to say before you leave?"
"Heh, cough...cough! My name is Krun," the regimental commander, who had fallen in love with Rosie, died suddenly
.
"Krun, ah, only one character different from my husband's name," Rosie said with a bitter smile.
Seeing their commander suddenly killed, the soldiers instinctively drew their weapons, and the entire camp erupted into chaos. Cardiff
's eyes flashed with blue light as he laughed strangely, and countless white threads formed a protective shield around his body, blocking the soldiers' attacks within a three-meter radius.
A chilling incantation echoed through the sky: "Evil spirits adrift in the world, the dead wandering among humans, alter
the laws of nature and return to the land of the dead. Confusion and bewilderment, hatred and sorrow, the path of light has vanished without a trace.
Open your heart, devour everything—the Abyss of Corpses!"
As the incantation finished, the magic circle pre-set throughout the camp lit up with a fluorescent green six-pointed star, and a wine-red mist
filled the air, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face. The soldiers who had been frantically hacking at the Cardiff shield stopped, then
raised their weapons again, this time to strike their comrades.
Like a meat grinder, the mindless soldiers destroyed everything in their path. The first victims
were the women who had been raped all night; these women, who had just been tools for men to vent their desires, were now being mercilessly
dismembered. Then, even the brothers who had just been discussing their experiences with women plunged their knives into their opponents'
bodies…
The tribe's drainage ditches were filled with blood, and in less than ten minutes, the entire camp fell into a deathly silence.
The two lieutenants, who had run back frantically carrying a child, stared in disbelief at the scene before them, then began to vomit violently
.
The silver-threaded barrier opened, and Cardiff breathed in the lingering vengeful spirits that filled the camp, a feeling that
made him feel blissfully light.
Rosie was equally terrified by the scene before her. She wanted to call out to Sanilan, but her mouth trembled uncontrollably,
and she couldn't utter a single word. The words of the Bertok Snow Wolf High Priest kept echoing in her ears: "You are a woman cursed by the devil
; your love and attention will bring endless destruction to those you love!"
"Mother...Mother! Where are you?" Little Sanilan broke free from the vomiting lieutenant and waded through the
muddy, bloody water, searching for her mother.
Hearing her son's cries and seeing the demonic man's狰狞 smile, Rosie suddenly felt a surge of strength.
She broke free from Krun's embrace, took a few steps forward, and knelt at Cardiff's feet, clinging to his legs and pleading, "Please, spare
my child! If you spare him, I... I will become your slave, the lowest of slaves!"
"Oh, really? I don't even know what the lowest of slaves looks like," Cardiff, in high spirits after his killing spree
, glanced at the stumbling child in the distance and unusually teased.
Rosie was speechless; she had only said it casually. But seeing Sanilan approaching, in desperation, Rosie began kissing the bloodstains on Cardiff's boots, then slowly unbuckled his belt, 　　sucking and licking
his penis like a thirsty female beast. 　　Four-year-old Sanilan, of course, didn't understand what his mother was doing, but he could sense that she was trying to please 　　the man. But why lick his private parts? Sanilan didn't understand, nor did he want to understand. 　　The smell here was unbearable; he only wanted his mother to take him away, because the red color terrified him. 　　Standing timidly to the side, watching his mother, whose back was turned, still diligently performing oral sex, Sanilan felt two 　　chilling gazes fixed on him. Instinctively, he hugged his mother's body; the slick, fishy smell on her back 　　almost made him faint. 　　Rosie knew her son was behind her, but she dared not slacken in the slightest, still diligently serving 　　the man who held Sanilan's life in his hands, using her meager knowledge of oral sex to give him as much pleasure as possible. Even when gang-raped, 　　she hadn't uttered a sound, but now she began to try moaning through her nose. Rosie knew he was a crazed killer; 　　all reason was unnecessary for this man. 　　The fishy, bitter, salty, and copious amount of semen, too much to swallow, was ejaculated wave after wave into her mouth. Rosie 　　forced a smile like the lowest prostitute, wagging her tail in a gesture of utmost humility. 　　"That felt so good, no wonder Nitoms loves playing around with women so much," Cardiff said, waving his hand.

A silver streak shot out like lightning, instantly killing the two adjutants who had just vomited.
Hearing two screams in the distance, Rosie clung to Cardiff's legs again: "Master,
I'll do anything for this child!"
"Mother, I'm scared," little Sanilan shook his mother's arm.
A sudden shove sent Rosie ripping apart, her face contorted as she screamed, "Get out...get out, get as far away as possible! Just seeing you makes me
sick, get out...!" Tears streamed down Rosie's face as she cruelly kicked Sanilan away. Seeing her son fall, she wanted to
help him up, but feared that letting go would endanger him; the agonizing pain tore her heart apart.
Cardiff chuckled mockingly, "How about this? I'm quite merciful. You and your son can choose who dies first
."
Rosie finally understood that all her efforts had failed. This man had been playing a cat-and-mouse game from the beginning;
he had no intention of leaving a single survivor. Since pleading was futile, even the slightest chance for Sanilan would be
worthwhile. Rosie slowly raised her pretty face, her smile blooming like a flower, a smile that even the ruthless Cardiff was momentarily
stunned by.
Seizing the opportunity, Rosie thrust herself into his abdomen, shouting, "Sanilan, listen to me, run! Don't look back
!" Then, she bit down hard on the penis that had humiliated her.
After a brief moment of shock, Cardiff grinned maliciously, tensing his abdomen to avoid the final blow. He
grabbed Rosie's long ears and lifted her into the air, looking at her shattered teeth and mouthful of blood as she bit down hard, saying
, "I told you I'm merciful. You'll die in ten breaths, and then I'll torment your child until he commits
suicide. Haha... Thank my mercy!"
Two breaths later, Rosie's two long ears flew into the sky; four breaths later, her tail landed on the ground; seven
breaths later, her uterus, filled with semen, was pulled out; ten breaths later, her headless body collapsed limply.
Satisfied, Cardiff tied the head to his waist, patted Rosie, whose eyes were still wide open in pain, and
chased after his final prey with a playful attitude. One after another, silver threads playfully tore at the skin of his opponent, tormenting the child before him until
he cried out for his parents. Cardiff never considered bullying the young a shameful task.
Fear drove Sanilan to run desperately. Although he was too young to understand the meaning of fear, instinct
made him start running after hearing his mother's words. How far could a child run? In fright, fear, and panic,
Sanilan ran to the edge of the lake outside the tribe, his clothes, torn and pierced by the silver threads, covered in blood and
mud.
Cardiff followed at a leisurely pace. The child's physical condition was quite good; despite so many external
injuries, he could still run a long distance. He figured a little more stimulation would make things even more interesting. Silver threads transformed into
tiny hooks with barbs, which Cardiff intended to embed into Sanilan's body.
Each stride caused excruciating pain as the barbs dug into flesh. The exhausted body finally collapsed under the continuous stimulation
, and Sanilan stumbled and fell, unable to rise again.
"Useless trash, finished after just a few strokes. What a waste of my enthusiasm," Cardiff thought, utterly disappointed.
He prepared to embed all the hooks into Sanilan's body. His hand was raised but didn't fall. Cardiff
glanced at the water and found nothing. He thought to himself that he had gotten a little too excited about killing today.
Wait a minute! Before he could even look up, Cardiff was blasted back dozens of meters by the overwhelming wind, only to discover that his attacker was
an unusually large barn owl. Good heavens, when did a barn owl, which normally hunts mice at night, grow to five meters long?
The owl, seeing it hadn't caught anything, cooed and used its beak to hook the Sani Blue, then fluttered away.
Wait a minute! If a barn owl could grow that big, it would be a magical beast, let alone a five-meter behemoth. Could
it be a dragon in disguise? Someone must be manipulating things behind the scenes!
After the owl had flown a hundred meters, it "poof" turned into a piece of yellow paper. Cardiff finally sensed something, because he
heard an annoyed female voice: "You stinky older sister, if you're going to teach someone, teach them the whole thing! Why make them figure out the rest on their own? It's
such a hassle!"
Cardiff's gaze returned to the water's surface, only to see a black dot almost flashing as it approached from afar.
Dressed in a green robe, her hair wrapped in a white turban, a sword sheath slung across her back, and her lotus-like
feet resting on a precious blade, this was none other than Nalan Mingyue. The moment she stepped ashore, her sword automatically returned to its sheath. Nalan Mingyue crouched down, saying, "Oh dear...oh dear! I've
just arrived in this unfamiliar place and I've already run into a headache. Poor child, I don't know how to heal, so please bear with the pain."
Nalan Mingyue rolled up her sleeves and, with extremely simple, crude, and violent methods, forcefully pulled the hooks from Sanilan's body .
Sanilan had been barely holding on, but after Nalan Mingyue's intervention, he was almost completely dead. Fortunately,
Nalan Mingyue promptly took out a jade bottle and fed him two pills; otherwise, Sanilan would have been killed by this reckless
woman before Cardiff even had a chance to intervene.
Cardiff really wanted to help, but every time the thought arose and he was about to act, the woman's sword
would slightly unsheath, revealing a glint of cold light.
Having barely managed to save the child, Nalan Mingyue wiped her sweat with a sigh of relief and asked, "Excuse me for disturbing
you, but is there a very wicked guy here who's covered in flames?"
"I don't know. Those who are irrelevant, please leave quickly and don't delay my business," Cardiff initially intended to kill her,
but subconsciously changed his mind and told Nalan Mingyue to leave, his "get lost" becoming a gentle "leave.
" "Oh, sorry to bother you," Nalan Mingyue said apologetically, then picked up Sanilan and prepared to leave.
This was an arrogant woman; Cardiff sensed no magical fluctuations emanating from her. The Book of God
had designated me as the Apostle of Pride among the Seven Deadly Sins, but now it seemed this woman was even more arrogant than him.
In mage combat, time and distance were crucial for victory, and Cardiff, having killed countless people, was exceptionally skilled in this.
He unleashed dozens of instantaneous lightning balls with a series of swift movements, not truly expecting these low-level spells to harm anyone. The lightning
balls were merely a smokescreen; the real killing move was two poisonous silver threads hidden behind them. After completing these steps, Cardiff
began chanting more advanced incantations, intending to crush his enemy without giving them any chance to breathe.
"Trouble!" Nalan Mingyue tossed out a paper talisman, which floated in the air. She then joined two fingers together: "Clear
Yang Heaven, Turbid Yin Earth, Summon Swift Ice!" The talisman ignited instantly, and a transparent ice wall, ten meters high and wide and five zhang thick
, appeared out of thin air, intercepting all the attacks.
"Seriously, I've been lost at sea for so long, and I finally made it ashore. I just want to rest.
Hey, I said we're not fighting anymore, okay?" Nalan Mingyue's bright eyes peered through the ice wall at the other person.
Not fighting? Are you really stupid or just pretending?! Have you ever seen a mage stop chanting a spell halfway through?
Unless they want to die! Cardiff didn't understand where this strangely dressed woman who was chanting strange spells came from.
Did she say she just landed because she was a sea creature?
Seeing that the other person still hadn't stopped, Nalan Mingyue revealed a mischievous smile: "You asked for trouble.
Oh, and don't cry if you lose."

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