【Chaos in Another World】(Chapter 1 Yesenia)

Chapter 1 Yesenia
The Holy Kingdom of Tritland. The largest nation on the continent of Wiltan.
Throughout the millennia of history on this continent, countless empires and kingdoms have risen and fallen. But
never before has a nation been called a "United Kingdom." The name originates from
its founding a thousand years ago, when its leader was Holliwell. Although Tritland was the strongest nation, it was still unable to subdue
the surrounding large duchies. While these duchies and Holliwell had this unpleasant relationship,
they also had to jointly face the covetous gaze of the Reuenthal Empire to the north. Although Holliwell's territory was in the north,
these duchies understood that Holliwell alone could not withstand the Reuenthal Empire's attacks;
a situation of mutual dependence would inevitably arise.
Therefore, the concept of a United Kingdom emerged. However, for over a thousand years,
every emperor who ascended the throne in the Tritland royal family had desired to annex these duchies and become an empire.
And now, this wish was about to be fulfilled. Over a thousand years, the Reuenthal Empire had long since declined
. With the threat gone, the Tritland royal family began pursuing its imperial ambitions. Furthermore, the southern
duchies had become far from united over the years.
Finally, in the new continental era 5777, the Tritland imperial era 1328, and the fourth year of Viliel X
, although still nominally a united kingdom, only the largest, the Duchy of Tempel, remained struggling.
The empire's dominance was nearing completion.
In the southwest, the Duchy of Tempel. This was once a peaceful and prosperous land, but since
a cold war with a neighboring duchy a century ago, it had fallen into decline.
Now, the duchy was ruled by Vikelen, the thirty-fourth head of the Tempel family.
The people were impoverished, unemployment soared, famine raged everywhere, and the duchy had to single-handedly resist the immense Tritland royal
family. It had become a place barely clinging to life. If it weren't for Vikeren's tyrannical policies, his relentless execution of
those who attempted to defect, this place would have been deserted long ago.
Late at night, in the Tempel family castle, in an incredibly luxurious bedroom, a woman stood by the window,
gazing at the starry sky. Her slightly damp, wavy long hair indicated she had just bathed. She wore only a
thin, gauze dress, barely concealing her alluring figure. In the dim starlight,
her full, pert breasts and the two rosy nipples atop them were clearly visible. Her flat
stomach led to a smooth expanse below. Her shapely, long legs stood together; though she was no longer
the innocent girl she once was, having experienced the major events of life, her legs remained tightly closed, like a virgin's
, leaving no gap. Her delicate, pretty feet stood on the magnificent carpet.
Although it was the dead of winter, with snow falling heavily outside and the fireplace burning brightly inside, it
was still bitterly cold. But this woman, barely twenty years old, seemed oblivious to all this. Even with her body
ice-cold, she stood by the coldest window.
She wondered how long she had been in this world. Twenty-two years. Today was her
birthday, but there were no candles, no cake, no celebration, no laughter, only impending cruelty.
The thought made her want to vomit.
"Why is God treating me like this?" For the past twenty-two years, she had constantly asked
herself this question.
She was originally from another world, just an ordinary man. In his youth, he had been dissolute and
had his fantasies. But reality was cruel; in the end, an ordinary wife, an ordinary job, an ordinary family.
The debt of children, ten seconds of pleasure, exchanged for twenty years of suffering. But although it sounded terrible, she had gotten used to
it.
He thought this was his life, but unexpectedly, at the age of thirty, a
calamity befell him. However, he didn't regret it. Those insurance policies he paid every year weren't for nothing.
Even if the insurance company argued with his family, he believed they would ultimately receive a huge
sum of money, enough to live comfortably for the rest of their lives, if not extravagantly.
But he didn't expect that fate wouldn't let him go; he was reborn into this magical
world. He didn't object to his current gender, perhaps because of the numbness of his previous
life; a change of appearance didn't bother him. Besides, although his family wasn't extremely wealthy,
they were comfortably well-off. His father was a businessman, running a liquor business with a good income.
From a young age, he had a deep longing for the upper class because of his father. On this continent, commoners
had two paths to improve their social status. Men could achieve military merit, but the risks of war were too great; heroes were either
imprisoned or buried alive. The woman, relying on her looks, became a member of the imperial family through marriage; while not
exactly glamorous, it was still decent enough.
With this in mind, her father made Yesenia learn various etiquettes, spending exorbitant sums to teach
those that commoners had no need for. Yesenia didn't find this shameful
; her main concern was that she would one day lie naked beneath a man, something she found hard to accept.
Fortunately, in this region, male chauvinism was even more pronounced than in the feudal era of her previous life.
Over the course of ten years, the subjugation and education of women gradually transformed Yesenia.
At six years old, Yesenia had a younger brother. She adored Vero,
treating him like a brother, even her own child. This behavior contained a great deal of affection from Yesenia,
but she didn't foresee that her careful nurturing would bring him a painful past.
When Vero was five, his delicate features were more than enough to make him look like a girl. This brought him trouble. When
Vero had been missing for a whole day, and his family was extremely worried, the police brought him back unconscious and naked
. It turned out that several nobles had taken a liking to Vero, and the five-year-old was powerless to resist.
When Yesenia saw her younger brother Vero covered in wounds, blood still flowing from his thin legs, she burst into tears
. Their father fared somewhat better, but their mother fainted upon seeing him. That night, Yesenia
cleaned Vero's wounds and washed his body. In the days that followed, Yesenia not only failed to learn her lesson but
also spoiled Vero even more.
However, the human heart is unpredictable. This humiliation changed Vero considerably. Although
he remained a gentle and kind brother in front of his sister, he made a vow to become an
incredibly brave warrior, protecting his family from harm, especially his sister Yesenia.
To this end, he resolutely decided to learn martial arts. Their mother disagreed, but their father
agreed. From then on, the family had an additional expense, which consumed almost ninety percent of their income,
forcing them to live a meager life. However, their parents didn't object.
But Vero's vow was shattered before it could be fulfilled. When Yesenia was sixteen, disaster
struck again. This time, however, it wasn't her, but her family. Her father, burdened with
the school fees for two children, worked even harder in his business, which flourished. This success, however,
aroused the jealousy of his competitors. Thus, they resorted to framing and other despicable tactics.
During a police search, her father was "accidentally" killed by the police for "resisting."
Yesenia, the woman of the family, and her emaciated mother were thrown into prison. That same year,
the last duchy of the United Kingdom, the Duchy of Tempel, began to bear the heavy burden of the Empire, with frequent border clashes. Although
each battle was a hard-fought one for Tempel, everyone understood that it was merely
a game played by Tritland. In this dire shortage of manpower, ten-year-old Velo, who had only completed
basic training and had received no martial arts or weapons training, was dragged onto the battlefield as
cannon fodder.
He was disheartened—no, utterly devoid of any will to live. Yesenia had no idea which
deity she had angered to deserve such torment.
In the dungeon, thankfully men and women were separated, otherwise…
However, even so, how could the guards let this beautiful mother and daughter go? Fortunately, thanks to her mother's valiant protection
, Yesenia was not violated. But each time, Yesenia witnessed her mother
being tortured by multiple men in various inhuman ways. At first, she considered offering herself in return, but
gradually, numbness set in, and coupled with her mother's smile, she slowly stopped crying.
Two months, just two months, the mother, having lost her husband, separated from her son, and
violated by other men in front of her daughter, finally could not bear it any longer and died under the manipulation of a prison guard. Even
after she was dead, she had to serve several more men before being thrown like garbage into a pile of corpses, burned
to ashes, and scattered in the fields.
Yesenia did not cry, or perhaps she had no more tears left. She knew that without her mother's protection
, she would…
However, things didn't turn out that way. Just as Yesenia was being dragged out by the jailer, who had long coveted her, and prepared to be violated
, someone rescued her. But don't misunderstand, the person who rescued her didn't have good intentions.
The person who rescued her was the mayor of the city, whose purpose was to find a stunningly beautiful woman to offer to Vikeren in
exchange for his trust, so that she could escape and not perish with this corrupt duchy.
Upon entering, he saw Yesenia, already stripped naked, and his eyes immediately lit up. In short, Yesenia
's virginity was temporarily preserved, but she knew she would suffer even more cruel treatment.
For six months, Yesenia endured inhuman treatment. The mayor who rescued her, along with
people he'd found from somewhere, trained her on how to please men. Yesenia initially resisted, even enduring whips, candles
, hunger… all sorts of tortures. Then, she was greeted by men. Although
her virginity was preserved for various reasons, her entire body was already filthy, except for that area
. Her cherry lips, her anus, her well-developed breasts, and her
exquisitely beautiful face were all covered in men's semen countless times. Gradually, Yesenia
succumbed once more. She understood a principle: either die or submit. But having died once, she no longer
had the courage.
So, the training began. Within six months, Yesenia
mastered everything—body techniques, movements, and sexual skills—instantly. This amazed the women who taught her, and greatly
surprised and embarrassed Yesenia herself.
Oral sex, anal sex—she could accept any size penis without harming herself. Even
, out of consideration for her virginity, some men would insert their penises into her vagina for practice, only
without breaking her hymen.
Each time, Yesenia, who cooperated wholeheartedly, would vomit violently afterward when she was alone.
Gradually, the vomiting became a feeling of nausea, and eventually, although she still felt nauseous, she
couldn't vomit anymore.
Half a month later, the woman who had been instructing Yesenia announced that she was ready to graduate. In their eyes,
Yesenia was an absolute gem, worth a thousand gold coins—an astronomical price. However, Yesenia's value lay
elsewhere.
So, a month later, Vikeren kept Yesenia after their first meeting. That night,
Yesenia actively flattered Vikeren, becoming a woman. She wasn't a pervert, nor was
she giving up because of misfortune; she wanted to save her only remaining family member, her brother Vero, even if the hope
was extremely slim.
Sure enough, that night, Vikeren was very satisfied, and the next day she kept Yesenia in her castle
as her own possession. For the next two months, Vikeren almost completely ignored his
wife, who had long since become a haggard old woman, and spent every night at Yesenia's place. And Yesenia...
She was always proactive, employing every sexual technique imaginable, and
never refusing even the most perverse and disgusting demands of Vikeren.
Finally, two months later, feeling the time was right, she brought up Vero's matter with Vikeren.
Vikeren, currently thrusting his thick, long penis into Yesenia's anus, naturally didn't refuse and readily agreed
.
A week later, Vero, almost completely bruised and on the verge of death, was brought to Yesenia.
Seeing her ten-year-old brother in such a miserable state, Yesenia, who had sworn never to shed a tear again,
cried once more.
Because of Yesenia, Vero received excellent medical treatment. And because of Yesenia, the recovered
Vero was able to receive training from Tempel's best martial arts instructors. Vero was well aware of
the enormous price his sister had paid. If he could, he really wanted to slowly stab Vikeren to death.
But he didn't. Despite his reluctance, he accepted the situation and studied diligently, hoping that
he wouldn't miss any opportunities in the future.
A year later, with just a little scheming, Yesenia managed to get rid of the old woman who had long disliked her
, and Vikron abandoned her. Yesenia, a condemned prisoner and a slave, ascended to
the position of mistress of the Duchy of Tempel. Heh, Duchess—what a glamorous and prestigious title! But
what true feelings lay hidden beneath Yesenia's happy smile? Only she knew.
Her brother, Vero, understood perfectly well why his sister had done this. Look at him, receiving
the best training. Five years later, at sixteen, Vero, through his exceptional talent and ability, earned
the title of a full knight and became the youngest centurion in the Tempel army. However, because of Yesenia
's consideration, Vero was granted special permission to freely enter and leave the castle to visit his sister, as long as there was no war
.
The seemingly glamorous siblings were actually planning something else entirely.
Now, recalling all this, Yesenia couldn't help but sigh. Perhaps this was her fate; her
life would never be in her own hands, neither in her past life nor in this one. As
she was grieving, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Vikeren, the master of the Duchy of Tempel
, strode in with a tyrannical expression. Ignoring his travel-worn state, he plopped down on the sofa, panting.
Seeing this, Yesenia outwardly sighed, but inwardly she felt a surge of joy.
Without giving a command, Yesenia gracefully moved, taking a bottle of whiskey and an elegant
crystal glass from the nearby wine cabinet. She knelt before Vikeren, her
actions behaving like those of a subservient wife. She filled the glass and held it up to Vikeren.
Taking the glass, Vikeren tilted his head back and downed it. Seeing this, Yesenia immediately filled another glass and forced him to drink
it as well. Pouring wine, pouring wine… When the bottle was empty, Yesenia didn't fetch another
.
"What's wrong?" Vikeren asked, her voice hoarse.
Yesenia shook her head, not moving.
Yesenia, usually so obedient, was acting strangely today. But Vikeren, preoccupied with her own thoughts
, ignored her and said angrily, "Get the wine!"
Yesenia shook her head again.
"You…"
"Master…" Though husband and wife, their address was that of a master and slave. "Drinking too much strong liquor is bad for your health
, Master's age… I'm afraid… Ah!" Before she could finish, Yesenia covered her cheek and collapsed to the ground
, the empty bottle rolling on the floor.
"Even you… even you, you slut, dare to…" Vikeren seemed unsatisfied after slapping her. He
walked up to Yesenia, his thick hands grabbing her long, golden hair. Without a shred of tenderness, he dragged
her to the ground and brutally tore off her already thin clothes.
Yesenia endured the pain but didn't scream.
Knowing full well the woman beneath him wouldn't resist, Vikeren still placed his hands on her shoulders.
Two barely audible "snap, snap" sounds rang out; both of Yesenia's arms had been dislocated.
Despite the excruciating pain, she still didn't cry out.
Removing his own clothes, Vikeren spread Yesenia's legs as wide as possible,
ignoring the fact that her vagina was still dry, and forcefully thrust inside. Faced with this, Yesenia
only furrowed her brow slightly and remained silent. She had experienced far more excruciating pain; why would
she fear such a seemingly insignificant act?
Ignoring the woman beneath him, Vikeren's incredibly strong body pounded against Yesenia,
his hands constantly pinching and squeezing her flesh. Soon, Yesenia's body was covered in bruises,
especially her two beautiful nipples, which were swollen from being pinched, and her pretty breasts were marked with
the marks of his fingers. Even so, Yesenia still let out moans mixed with pain; it wasn't feigned
, though there was some truth to it, but she also enjoyed the feeling.
Today, Vikeren was different from usual. Even when he was violent, his attitude towards Yesenia
had never been this bad. But today, he had clearly suffered some kind of blow.
Before long, Vikeren hastily ejaculated inside Yesenia. However, after releasing his pent-up desire, Vikeren
suddenly threw himself into Yesenia's arms and cried. The violent Vikeren
crying in a woman's arms was simply unimaginable.
Seeing this, a cold smile flashed across Yesenia's face. Her arms had been dislocated countless times; she
could long ago reposition them herself. Enduring the pain she was already accustomed to, and having regained control of both arms, Yesenia
embraced her husband, Vikeren, who was more than thirty years her senior, burying his head in her chest,
completely unconcerned that his disgusting tears and snot were smeared on her body.
After crying for a while, Vikeren rolled over and lay naked on the floor beside her. He took a breath, stopping...
Stopping her sobs, Vikeren said in a hoarse voice, "Erwin is dead."
Hearing this, Yesenia's face showed a startled expression, but inwardly she was overjoyed. Erwin was Vikeren
's son, his only son, and perhaps even the sole surviving member of the Tempel family. All the others, whether
relatives or direct descendants, had been wiped out by Vikeren. Now that Erwin was dead, it meant that no matter
what happened in the future, the Tempel family would be without an heir. How could Yesenia not be happy upon hearing this news?
However, at this moment, her face showed an expression of profound sorrow. Erwin, like his father
, was no good at all, arrogant and conceited, and had long coveted her. Yesenia had even tried
to seduce him, but just as he was about to penetrate her, Vikeren, having received Vilo's whispered words, caught her in
the act. The siblings' performance of this self-inflicted suffering successfully sowed discord between the father and son. Vikeren sent Erwin
to the battlefield, and then…
She got up, crawled on all fours to Vikeren's side, and, with her right hand, lifted his now limp
penis, still reeking of thick, pungent semen. Without hesitation, Yesenia stuck out her tongue and licked it
clean, then put it in her mouth and began to lick it.
"Senia…" Vikeren was somewhat surprised.
Protruding from his penis, Yesenia cried out to Vikeren with a sorrowful smile, saying, "If it weren't
for this lowly slave, young Master Erwin wouldn't have…
" "No…" Vikeren sat up, pulling Yesenia into his arms. "It's not your fault,
no… now… now I only have you left…" Having said this, without caring that Yesenia had just
swallowed his semen, Vikeren kissed her cherry lips.
Without the slightest resistance, Yesenia returned the kiss with boundless enthusiasm, completely disregarding the unbearable smell
. Their tongues met, saliva flowing freely. After a long while, Vikeren finally stopped, seemingly unsatisfied.
"Sene..." Vikeren murmured.
"What is it, Master?" A sweet voice accompanied by a sweet smile, Yesenia said gently.
"Don't call me Master anymore." "
Then..." Yesenia asked, puzzled. "Have you forgotten? We are husband and wife," Vikeren said, a rare, 　　genuine smile
appearing on his face . 　　 "Really?" First surprise, then a joyful smile mixed with tears appeared on Yesenia's face 　　. "Then I...I..." 　　 "Do you know what you should call me?" Vikeren asked. 　　 "Darling...darling..." Yesenia stammered out the incredibly intimate term. 　　 Hearing this call, Vikeren inexplicably felt his sadness vanish. Even 　　his penis, which had just been released, became erect again. 　　 "Sene..." Vikeren murmured the name, slowly rising to his feet. 　　 Yesenia smiled gently, stood up, and lay down beside him on the bed, looking at Vikeren with a smile, saying, 　　"Darling, come to bed. It's too cold there." 　　 Hearing this, Vikeren was deeply moved and filled with regret, regretting that he hadn't 　　realized sooner that Yesenia was the one he should truly cherish. 　　 Yesenia lay flat on the bed, her legs together, her hands clasped on her lower abdomen, only 　　her thumbs touching. 　　 Seeing this, Vikeren smiled. This was 　　a gesture only made by nobles when marrying their first wife. 　　 Without any hint of reproach, Vikeren went to the bedside, knelt on one knee, and gently took her slender, white 　　hands, placing them to his lips and kissing them lightly. 　　 This meant that the man had opened up the woman's entire being; from then on, body and soul, this woman would 　　belong entirely to the man before him. 　　 Afterward, Vikeren rolled over and pressed himself against Yesenia's body. Yesenia, still smiling, 　　seemed unconcerned that her frail body was bearing three times her weight. She even shifted slightly to make Vikeren 　　more comfortable. 　　 Then, Yesenia proactively spread her legs. Years of experience allowed her to subtly move her lower body, 　　pressing the head of Vikeren's already erect penis against her vulva. Sensing her beloved's 　　initiative, Vikeren kissed Yesenia deeply again, his hips thrusting forward, slowly and deeply 　　penetrating her vagina. 　　 Whether feigning or genuinely, after Vikeren's penis entered her, Yesenia parted 　　her lips from his kiss and let out a long, satisfied moan. 　　 Hearing this, Vikeren's pride was greatly satisfied, and his lower body began to thrust rhythmically. 　　Yesenia cooperated actively, her long, slender legs wrapping around Vikeren's thick 　　waist, ensuring that each thrust would penetrate to the deepest part of her body. 　　 The passionate couple made love in the snow-covered castle, drenched in sweat. Their sweat mingled 　　with Yesenia's vaginal fluids, soaking the sheets beneath them. Vikeren was particularly enthusiastic today, 　　perhaps because of his first release; the second time, he lasted over an hour, making Yesenia climax 　　three times before ejaculating inside her. 　　 However, Vikeren wasn't satisfied. With Yesenia's oral sex, he quickly regained his virility and 　　mounted her again. This time, however, it wasn't a simple missionary position; Yesenia lay on 　　the bed like a female dog, and he entered her from behind. 　　 The third time, Yesenia sat on Vikeren, moving up and down wantonly. By the time 　　Vikron ejaculated again, Yesenia's labia were swollen and red. But she didn't care, 　　continuing to lick Vikron, making his penis erect once more. 　　 However, on the fourth time, just as Vikron was about to enter her again, he noticed her slightly reddened 　　labia. Vikron, who had never shown any tenderness towards women before, changed this time. He was afraid of hurting her.

Yesenia, upon learning of his pity, shed tears of happiness and willingly offered
her chrysanthemum bud.
The snow outside had long since stopped, but inside, passion burned fiercely. The winter sun always rises
late, and by the time the sky was already light, Vikeren, exhausted, ejaculated for the fifth time,
completely filling Yesenia's red lips with his semen. He then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, soon
snoring loudly.
Yesenia, however, did not sleep. Instead, she got out of bed, stood by the bed, and looked at Vikeren, letting out a cold laugh.
At this moment, Yesenia still had his semen in her mouth, and strangely, for the first time,
she did not feel nauseous from having semen in her mouth. Her throat moved,
swallowing the enormous amount of semen into her stomach, and before finishing, she even stuck out her tongue and licked it. Then, with her slender fingers, she
wiped away the remaining semen of Vikeren that still clung to her body and even her vagina, and licked it into her mouth. It seemed that in her eyes, this
had nothing to do with lewdness or perversion; she was simply slowly eroding Vikeren's life.
Turning away, she took a pill from a hidden box on the fireplace and swallowed
it. Returning to the bedside, she gave Vikeren a cold look, then, disregarding her current state of
filth, she inserted his still-semen-laden, limp penis into her vagina, lay on
top of him, her head pressed against his chest, feigning bliss, and fell into a deep sleep
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