Legend of the Yakuza: The Complete 15 Episodes Author: Black Moon

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"Legend of the Extreme Path"
Author: Black Moon
Volume
1, Chapter 1: The Queen of Gale
As dusk fell and the sun set, night descended upon the earth. The most vibrant place in the capital was naturally
not the bed where poor couples desperately made love, but this night market, a gathering place for all sorts of people.
Naturally, a young man like myself wouldn't fall behind the trend.
Within this night market, virginity, naked female slaves, privately made weapons, alchemists' medicines—
you name it, they had it, and of course, gambling was a business. The bustling dark night market became
a symbol of the capital's immorality and rampant desires.
And I, Elios-Lafran, was the leader of a gang that was as small as could be. There are only five members
, and I come here almost every night to make my fortune, fleecing those rich, privileged young nobles who, besides knowing how to be born into wealth, are
all fat and have pockets full of money.
We rely on the currently popular midnight horse races,
held every night in the desolate mountains and forests next to the night market. It's a race that doesn't discriminate based on background; anyone with a horse can participate.
Often, I'm penniless, let alone able to afford a magnificent steed, let alone a seven- or
eight-year-old horse. But everyone has their lucky breaks. I recently
bought a pair of superior soul-catching gloves at a bargain auction. Using these gloves, I painstakingly captured a
malevolent spirit horse that was causing a ruckus in the neighborhood.
With this spirit horse, though reduced to rotting flesh and bones, still yearning to gallop across the land again,
I've been invincible so far, except for the emperor's horse.
I call this horse "Hard Bones." It's not only won me a lot of money, but it's also brought me
many .
Tonight I'm racing again, intending to break my winning streak.
Mo Shi'ai said, "Boss! This time it looks bad. Our opponent has somehow found a
unicorn . I think we'll lose every last copper coin we bet." Mo Shi'ai is my
most outstanding and capable fighter, a noteworthy figure. He's a half-orc, actually the only non-
pure human under my command—we're short-handed. His head is basically a tiger's head, and his body is covered in long hair; it's
impossible to see any human blood in him. He's impulsive, warlike, and only knows how to act recklessly.
"What's there to be afraid of! The rules don't allow flying,
so ? Besides, do you think those spendthrifts' mediocre riding skills can beat me? Watch me!
" "They probably think the same way. That's why they brought in Elia, the Queen of Gale, who has won thirty-eight consecutive races
."
"Ha! She really shouldn't be underestimated."
I've heard many rumors about this Queen of Gale. Rumor has it that she's a beautiful,
gentle refined woman. But not only is her riding skill superb, her courage and spirit are unmatched by ordinary men
. I've long wanted to meet this opponent, and today is the perfect opportunity.
"Mount up! Before the race, let's pay our respects to this mysterious female rider."
Just as I was about to mount, a carriage pushed through the noisy crowd and came to my side.
A handsome, mature man with green hair gracefully stepped down from the driver's seat. He wore
a silk shirt and a deerskin coat, not only made of precious materials but also tailored by a renowned tailor from the capital. The impeccable tailoring
accentuated his tall and imposing figure.
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Young Master! The Master is critically ill. You must come back with me immediately to see him
one .
" "You're bringing this up again, Pablo Diaz. This persistent pestering is typical of you. I have nothing
to say to him. We'll talk after my race." After mounting my horse, I flicked my whip, signaling him not to
block my way.
This man was my father's most capable deputy, capable of managing even the most extraordinary individuals under his command with
impunity.
With my father critically ill, by conventional moral standards, someone busy having fun couldn't be a
good person. But the complexities of my family situation cannot be explained in a few words. However, everyone here is an escape from
worldly constraints, seeking fleeting pleasures. They will only grumble and complain about the obstacles I face.
"The situation is worse than before. Master's health is failing, and Miss has been
weeping ."
I may not care about my father's life or death, but my sister is my precious darling. I cannot ignore such a situation.
"We'll talk about it when I get back. I'll go see Emma in a few days."
My gang may be small, but anyone in the underworld knows that reputation is a form of strength, sometimes even more
important than actual ability. Now that I've registered for the competition and the bets have been placed, I cannot give up without
a fight.
"Since Elios's father has died, why don't you just admit defeat and go back for the funeral? There's no point in wasting
time here; you'll lose whether you compete or not anyway." My opponents, a group of noble scions, took the opportunity to
mock and ridicule me.
"Who did I think it was! Turns out it's just a bunch of defeated dogs. Come to think of it, I should thank you for giving
me so much money to enjoy."
"Don't be so smug. We won't lose again today. You can be as arrogant as you think you are after you've beaten her."
Next, a stunningly beautiful woman rode out from the crowd on a rare and precious unicorn.
Compared to my simple clothes, she was dressed in traditional rider's attire. Pure white, form-fitting trousers encased
her slender, shapely legs, while her bright red coat, besides being alluring and sexy, accentuated her
curvaceous figure, especially her naturally full breasts and slender, elegant waist.
Beneath her dashing black riding hat was a long, brown head of hair, simply tied up at shoulder
height , the smooth, glossy strands gently blowing in the night breeze. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, surpassing all others; her demeanor was calm and
elegant , her smile warm and gentle. Far from being aloof and unapproachable, she possessed a familiar and comforting quality.
She seemed like a familiar, beautiful older sister.
"Little brother, if you have urgent business at home, I can plead for you and return the bet. Otherwise, if you
force yourself to compete, I feel it's unfair of you to win." I never imagined that the legendary Gale Queen
would be such a kind and polite older sister.
Although her tone was sincere and gentle, and she was a few years older than me, this
attitude only fueled my pride and unwillingness to be inferior. I wasn't a child begging for candy; though young,
I was still the leader of my own group.
On my beloved horse, Hard Bones, I gently stroked the rotting flesh on its neck and said, "Good brother! This time, as the eldest brother
, I've been underestimated. You must avenge me. In this capital, we're the fastest team, always
cooperating and helping each other. Even if our opponent is the Gale Queen with a 38-game winning streak? We've already won 37,
and today is our 38th."
I confidently and arrogantly stared at Elia, refusing to be looked down upon. The stubborn man stood up abruptly, responding to me
with a deafening neigh.
Truly my good partner.
"Alright! I bet a thousand gold coins we'll win."
A stir immediately erupted among the crowd. In truth, this was a fortune I couldn't earn even in a year. The onlookers
and numerous gamblers discussed it animatedly.
"Young man, don't act impulsively and do something you'll regret," Elijah said regretfully, shaking his head.
The nobles retorted angrily, "Who do you think you are! Do you think you're guaranteed to win? Even a
piece wouldn't be worth a thousand gold coins!
" The bookmaker in charge of the race coldly replied, "Although we're old acquaintances,
here apart from nobles, everyone bets are real money. You can't bet if you don't have the money.
" "I'll bet the five of us, plus this tough horse. Is that enough?
" "Don't talk big. If you really lose, I'll sell you all into slavery, and I'll take
the horse Don't blame me for not making this clear beforehand."
What a stingy fellow!
"You'd better get your money ready, because you're definitely going to lose."
I wasn't betting recklessly. I had already calculated how to win by taking a risk. Although the odds were only 50%,
it was enough. If I lost, even selling my pants wouldn't be enough to cover the losses. However, I'm not the kind of person
who dwells on failure all the time. If I really fail, I'll get back up from where I started. Constantly worrying about failure
will prevent you from even walking. What kind of gangster are you if you don't have guts!
"Aria, let's begin," I said challengingly.
"Consider this a concede. Your family situation has thrown you into disarray, and now you've acted rashly,
placing bets recklessly. I don't want you to live the rest of your life as a slave," this
older woman said with pity, which angered me even more.
"I think you're just afraid of losing!"
"I've never lost a match since I started out."
"Then let's raise the stakes a bit higher. The loser has to spend the night with the other. How about it? Are you in or not?"
Elia couldn't help but laugh, "You little rascal, does that mean I have to spend
the night with you no matter what? A kid like you can't satisfy me. If I win, you can go home
and see your father!"
After increasing the stakes, both sides prepared to compete. Pablodia thanked Elia with concern
and promised her a reward equivalent to a prize if she won. Before setting off, Mo Shiai and his men
gave me a victory sign, and I proudly raised my thumb in approval.
The track was packed with spectators, constantly cheering for their chosen teams.
The glamorous woman, responsible for announcing the start of the race, walked to the middle of the track and reached into her skirt.
Facing my strongest opponent yet, I couldn't help feeling a little nervous, but even more excited.
I temporarily put aside my sister Emma, who was constantly troubling me, and the matter of "father." As for
what would happen if I lost? I didn't think I would lose at all.
Amidst a chorus of whistles, the glamorous woman held her fragrant, freshly removed panties in her hand.
The race would begin when she threw the panties at the audience.
"I hate these rituals that treat women like playthings. And
the best her jade-like face flushed.
"Is that so? I love this kind of play, though. If you want to teach me a lesson, show me your true skills."
The panties were gone.
We each spurred our mounts forward with all our might, and in an instant, four pairs of hooves kicked up a cloud of dust.
The instant someone in the crowd managed to snatch the briefs, Elijah had already broken free of me and
charged ahead.
So fast! No wonder she's a unicorn; her explosive power was even stronger than I estimated. She truly was like a gust of wind,
worthy of the title "Queen of Gale.
" Among equines, when it comes to speed, first comes the ordinary horse, then the thoroughbred, next the winged horse, and
the pinnacle is none other than the unicorn.
My mount, Hardbone, was a thoroughbred in life. After death, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, it became an undead
spirit horse, its speed approaching that of a winged horse, but still a level below a unicorn.
No matter how fast I spurred my horse, Hardbone simply couldn't catch up to its rival, the unicorn. However, this wasn't entirely without
its advantages. Staying close behind Elijah allowed me to admire the beautiful sway of her round, full buttocks as I
rode . Although
I was at a disadvantage, it was still too early to say who would win.
Soon we left the flat ground and entered a winding mountain path. Dense forests stretched to both sides,
the path was extremely narrow, and the surface was covered in mud and gravel. Neither Elia's unicorn nor my beloved horse, Hardbones
, could reach their full speed. At this point, the most crucial factor was how well we two riders could
coordinate as one, using our best skills to navigate the turns.
I considered myself one of the best riders out there. But Elia was no less formidable; she
skillfully preventing me from overtaking her.
The mountains and vegetation on both sides seemed to fly past us. I tried again and again to overtake them,
but Elia always blocked my path.
"What? Do you want to admit defeat? It seems pathetic to be a slave for life.
It's good for young people to be impulsive and passionate, but being too impulsive will only bring trouble. A man's knees are worth gold. If you kneel down and admit your mistake
, I can feign defeat and let you win. Of course, all the prize money will be mine, and you'll have to honor our previous agreement to see
your father .
" "Miss Elia, don't you think your maternal love is excessive? Did you just give birth?"
Not only did I not appreciate her kindness, but I also mocked her good intentions.
The Gale Queen's face darkened. She stopped trying to persuade me and instead charged forward with all her might, trying to leave me far behind.
"As for speed, my horse is no match for yours. And as for riding skills, I truly underestimated you, but I
can still win."
"Go ahead, you tough nut to crack!
" I refused to back down, charging forward regardless of Elia's unicorn blocking my way.
At such lightning speed, a collision between two horses would inevitably result in
a tumble, the rider suffering broken bones and death.
Elia showed no intention of yielding, but in the final moments before mutual destruction, she hesitantly sent her unicorn
flying, the two narrowly missing each other.
"Flying like that is a foul; if you do it again, you'll be disqualified," I
said smugly.
"You lazy bum, is this the only way you can use brute force?" Elia shouted angrily from behind me.
"You can only blame yourself for lacking the courage to collide. Besides, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory; if you know yourself
but not your enemy, you can only rely on luck."
I'd known the path to victory for a long time. On the plains, I couldn't possibly defeat Elia's unicorn.
But on the mountain trails, I could use a charging tactic. My Ghost Horse was practically dead; I had no
fear of death or injury. Once we clashed, only the unicorn would be hurt. I was also confident that my
skills would allow me to land safely during the collision.
Furthermore, Hardbones isn't a living being and doesn't experience fatigue, while I, as a man, have
a physical advantage and more stamina than Elia, which I can expend during the race. So, although we weren't as fast as their
combination, and Elia, as the jockey, had the advantage of being lighter, my combination with Hardbones was definitely a match for them.
"Faster! Faster! Faster! We need to leave her out of sight!"
I spurred Hardbone to gallop, speeding along the dark mountain path.
As the distance between us widened, a heavenly melody rose from behind me. The lyrics
were simple and relatable, merely guiding people towards goodness and praising the beauty of the world—commonplace themes—yet their effect was
anything but ordinary.
Elijah's song possessed a magical quality, akin to a priest's
incantation used to deliver the souls of the dead and undead. This not only significantly slowed Hardbone's speed but also dampened my fighting spirit.
Soon, Elijah caught up again from behind.
The tense atmosphere suddenly eased. We no longer felt like we were gambling our chastity and lives
in a midnight horse race, but rather like a couple riding through the mountains. Although a voice inside me urged me not to give up,
influenced by the song, I felt that being together no longer mattered. More enjoyable than winning or losing was
the pleasure of riding along the mountain path with a beautiful companion.
I watched as Elia gave me a knowing smile before galloping down
the mountain .
As we approached the mountain's edge, in my dazed state, Mo Shi'ai and
the woman who had just pulled down her underwear suddenly burst onto the road, blocking Elia's path.
"Danger!
" To avoid trampling Mo Shi'ai and the other woman under her hooves, Elia was forced to stop singing and
swerve her unicorn sharply, charging into the jungle at the mountainside.
"Whew! That was close!"
Luckily, I had instructed Mo Shi'ai to use this tactic against Elia.
Now, taking advantage of my regained clarity, I spurred my horse on, letting the stubborn horse take the lead once more.
Fortunately, I had the skilled orc Mo Shi'ai under my command; otherwise, this plan, where I could easily be trampled to death under
a horse would have been impossible to execute.
I didn't even have time to greet Mo Shi'ai, galloping wildly until I reached flat ground.
Meanwhile, Elia's unicorn caught up again, about ten horse lengths behind.
"Brother! Run with all your might, or I'll never be worthy of being a human being again, destined to be a
slave to the ox and horse!
" The finish line was just over three thousand feet away.
Elia closed the gap to within five horse lengths, desperately urging her mount to accelerate.
"Go! Go!
" In the final, split-second decision, I crossed the finish line. Looking back, Elia had already overtaken
me.
Had I lost, won, or was it a draw? For a moment, even I was bewildered.
I nervously glanced at the spectators waiting at the finish line, and after a brief silence, the crowd erupted in cheers
, surging towards me. The opposing nobles cursed the heavens for letting me win again.
Later, I asked my subordinates and learned that I had narrowly defeated the seemingly invincible
Gale .
I was genuinely terrified, but quickly joined the crowd's celebration. This time, I
not only won a thousand gold coins, but also had Queen Elijah by my side for a night.
With this money, I wouldn't have to worry for a year; I couldn't help but be happy.
To celebrate, I opened a bottle of champagne, spraying it at the cheering crowd, and then
drank with my companions. After thoroughly mocking the opposing nobles, I entrusted the collection of prize money and bets to
Moshiai and went to find Elijah alone.
Elia, the beautiful older sister who had just tasted defeat, was sitting alone on the grass, trying to tidy herself up.
The intense match had not only left her long, black hair disheveled, but also a light
sheen of sweat .
She was wiping the golden beads of sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief and fanning herself with a paper fan.
Seeing me approaching, she stopped gracefully, straightened her clothes, and stood up. Her pretty face was flushed with
shyness .
"Now it's time for you to keep your promise, Queen Elijah." "
Do I look like someone who doesn't keep promises? But you must keep yours!" Elijah's face turned even redder.
Gazing at the beautiful curves of her breasts beneath her bright red coat, I felt a surge of excitement.
"Let's go somewhere else!" I said, looking at the noisy crowd around us. As for Persephone, he didn't
give up as usual, but waited silently. It seemed the old man's illness was indeed quite serious.
"Then come with me." Elijah naturally took my hand and led me forward. Feeling
the soft, boneless fingers in my hand, I admired Elijah's older sisterly style.
I hadn't expected her to be so bold; perhaps she'd be in charge tonight
! After walking for about ten minutes, we left the crowds behind. We arrived at a deserted grassland, where we could still
see the beautiful night view of the capital city's myriad lights.
"Here, we can escape the struggles of the mundane world and enjoy the tranquility of nature,"
Elijah said, taking off her bright red coat and spreading it on the grass as a mat.
"It's so hot and humid after the match! Do you mind if I unbutton a few buttons?"
Elijah said gently, like she would to a younger brother.
"Don't even mention buttons! I wouldn't mind if you took everything off, or I could take them off for you.
Occasionally having sex in the open is a good option."
"Could you please be a little more refined? I agreed to spend the night with you, but I'm neither a prostitute nor some
promiscuous woman who readily offers herself," Elia said sharply.
"You want to back out now?" I said, slightly annoyed.
The Gale Queen's tone softened. "Our agreement was for me to spend one night with you, and I'm
right here beside you now. Any other actions weren't included. Please
don't wander to the wrong places, especially lustful ones."
This…this girl, she's playing word games like this. And indeed, I didn't directly use terms like "sleep together" or
"have sex ," but any mature woman would understand the meaning of "spend the night with me."
Chapter Two: A Kiss of Fragrance
? Elijah, a shrewd glint in her eyes, said, "A man's word is his bond.
What you said, I'll do. Any objections?"
"Besides, I really do have feelings for you! A mature man knows how to seize the opportunity, because humans
aren't just animals driven by lust. A relationship between a man and a woman doesn't necessarily have to involve sex. I can be your
confidante too."
A mature beauty is indeed not easy to handle. Elijah alternated between a firm rejection and a soft plea. I had no choice but
to give in , but my male instincts still strongly clamored for this alluring woman
, and I didn't want to give up.
As if reading my mind, Elijah continued, "Sigh! You really are persistent. How about I
agree to a date with you next time? And what happens after the date, of course, depends on whether the two of you are mutually attracted.
" Under her sweet, soft-spoken attack and implicit invitation, I finally completely collapsed.
"Don't portray me like a pervert. My intention was merely to shake hands and kiss. As for
taking off my clothes, I just wanted to see your embarrassed and shy expression," I retorted defiantly. "I
understand! I understand! It was my wicked intentions that led me to misunderstand you, a gentleman like yourself," she
chuckled seeing through me.
"Come! Come to my side, let's have a private chat. But don't get any ulterior motives." Removing
her hat and letting her flowing hair fall loose, Elijah patted the grass beside her with captivating charm.
Since that's the case, I didn't stand on ceremony. I casually lay down next to her and directly took her slender,
delicate fingers in my hand.
"Aren't you being a bit too eager?" Elijah glared at me, complaining.
"It's human nature for a gentleman to love a lady. Although I'm not a gentleman, I'm more benevolent than any gentleman."
Bathed in the gentle night breeze, with beauty beside me, even my heart felt peaceful and joyful.
"Ellios. Lafran. The leader of one of the two largest gangs in the capital, the only son of the Lafran gang leader,
why are you so obsessed with midnight horse racing? Are you also a rich kid who abandons social norms and indulges in the pursuit of speed and adventure
?"
"Rich kid? You've investigated my background?" I said, my face full of displeasure.
"Of course! My ability to win every battle is due not only to skill but also to wisdom. Otherwise, I wouldn't have specifically learned songs for the deceased from the priest in response to your ghostly
horse."
"Then it can only be said that your investigation was very incomplete."
For some reason, sitting beside Elia, looking at her beautiful eyes that sparkled like stars in the night, and the kind and peaceful smile
on ... I felt an urge to let go of all constraints and vent my frustrations, as if I
were talking to a long-time confidant.
"Since your father is critically ill, why don't you go see him? You know, if he dies, you'll never see him again
in your life ," Elia earnestly advised, but it only fueled my anger.
"I'm not your child! You're so concerned about others, why don't you have a child for me? Then you
can fully express your maternal instincts."
"You're good at hurting people with your words!" Elia, deeply hurt, shut her mouth and ignored me,
trying to pull her hand away, but I wouldn't let go.
"Let's not talk about me anymore. I'm more curious about the true identity of the Gale Queen, and what
her reasons for participating in the competition."
"Then first, guess how old I am?" Elia leaned down and asked me.
"Twenty-five or twenty-six, I guess." She had a rose scent about her, just the right amount of fragrance to intoxicate the senses.
"You little rascal, you're so good at sweet-talking." Elijah flicked my forehead with her finger, giving me a light punishment.
"Ouch! How old are you anyway?"
"It's a secret!"
"So you were just teasing me."
"Age is a woman's secret, so naturally I can't just say it casually. In short, I'm no longer young."
"Who said that? I think you're more charming than many fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls."
This time, Elijah didn't laugh. Instead, she said quite seriously, "No matter how capable a woman is,
she needs a man. I'm a woman with no real ability, so I've always relied on being someone's
mistress a living."
"What? Are you looking down on me?" Elijah asked with a slightly self-deprecating expression.
"No! Whether it's wife, concubine, pet, or slave, it's just a relationship between a man and a woman." I
said this, but I wasn't happy inside. Although I knew that at Elijah's age, it was impossible for her not to have a man and certainly
not still a virgin. But the thought that Minghua was already taken still left me with a strange sense of loss.
My mind naturally drifted to fantasies about what it would be
like .
"So I advise you not to have any improper thoughts. Wouldn't it be better if we just been friends? I
don't want you to get hurt because of me.
" Reflecting on Elijah's words, it seemed she had some feelings for me too.
"To die under a peony is to die a romantic death; seducing someone else's mistress is also a pleasure."
I raised my upper body to forcefully kiss Elijah, but she skillfully dodged me.
"Don't think too much. Going back to what we were talking about, aren't you really going to see your father? He's your
family .
" "If he really is my father, I will go no matter what." A storm of emotions surged within me
—anger, unease, fear, and longing.
"When I was five, my mother was kicked out of our home, and I was taken with her. Rumor had it that it was because of
her affair, and my father, Norman Lafranc, always suspected I wasn't his biological child.
After being kicked out, my mother died soon after, and I lived almost like a street child. Occasionally, my father would let me
stay in his white house for a day or two. Unable to earn a living, I relied on his charity like a beggar for over
ten years . I wasn't even sure who my father was. I didn't want to believe my mother would cheat on me, yet
I couldn't prove her innocence. If Norman Lafranc really was my father, I should hate him
for the years my mother and me. But what if he wasn't? The thought of being the bastard child of some unknown man, and
surviving only because of the pity of a man whose wife was cheated on... such complicated feelings, can you understand?"
Once she uttered the first sentence, it flowed like a mighty river that couldn't be stopped. I wondered why I would
confide my long-held anxieties to a stranger. I even clenched my fists in the end.
"You must have suffered a lot,"
Elia said, kissing my cheek tenderly.
"I think a real man shouldn't run away. Perhaps you could go and find out the truth." "
I don't want to go. We're just strangers who met by chance. Don't try to persuade me anymore."
At this point, I felt a bit disillusioned, even my lust had vanished, and I thought of getting up to leave.
As I stood up to leave, Elia said urgently, "I know you have a younger sister, and I have two
older sisters. They both married the same man, but the second sister was jealous of the eldest and murdered her, ultimately
tearing our family apart. The children are the ones who suffer the most. Can you bear to let your sister face
the pain of losing her father alone?"
I continued walking without looking back. Elia, though kind and beautiful, was far too nosy.
A woman must know when to keep quiet, except when she's under a man.
Family? Let's say I really am Norman Lavran's son. I have a half-sister, Emma,
and my thirteen-year-old aunt, Elena, who was left to care for me after my grandfather died last year. Speaking of Elena, she's
quite a headache.
As for my young sister Emma, she doesn't understand the adult world and always tries to stick close to me
. If there's anyone who makes me feel the warmth of family, it's her.
Thinking of that small figure following behind me, I can't remain indifferent.
I remember when I was ten, Emma came to visit me and was kidnapped by another gang.
Although stood up to fight back, they were adults, and I ended up being beaten black and blue. During
the days of imprisonment, we encouraged each other to never be separated again and to escape together someday.
"Are you really going to be so heartless?"
"I don't want to see that old man, but if I don't go, Emma will cry nonstop.
Next time you see Sister Elia, don't forget you promised to give me your kiss.
" "You won't regret doing this! And when did I agree to let you kiss me?!"
"Next time we meet, at least let me kiss you on the lips." I waved goodbye to Elia without looking back
.
Back at the arena, the crowd continued watching the next match, while Pablo Diaz remained faithfully
waiting.
"Let's go." Understanding his loyalty and good intentions, I thought it wouldn't hurt to go. "
That's wonderful, young master. The master has been waiting for a long time. In fact, the master only recently figured out his father-son
relationship with you, so he wants to entrust his affairs to you, as well as his property and the gang." Perhaps afraid I would change my mind,
Pablo Diaz used this to tempt me.
I sneered, "Only now does he want to mend his father-son relationship with me and compensate me for my losses?"
Facing the speechless Pablo Diaz, I climbed into the carriage first. The exterior was a very common
wooden carriage, but the interior was made of iron; this carriage was essentially an armored chariot.
Of course, ordinary people wouldn't use such a carriage, except for the military. But my father did, because he was the head of the largest
gang in the capital, a mafia boss with five thousand men under his command. Countless people tried to assassinate him every year.
As I sat in the car, my mind began to race.
As the son of a powerful underworld figure, I should be commanding a large following. Yet here I was, dressed in rags, while
my father 's men were in fine clothes. Although I was my father's only son, I
was kicked out of the house along with my mother because of suspicions surrounding her infidelity.
Like any normal person treated this way, I naturally hated my father, hated him to
the core. But who could I blame? Including myself; those involved in the underworld are rarely good people. There's no smoke without
fire. Although it's been confirmed that we are father and son, my mother could still have had an affair. Imagine
if I were in his shoes; it would be hard not to suspect. Why did my father want to see me before he died?
I can't completely trust the inheritance he left me. It's even possible that Norman Lafranc discovered the adulterer's identity and wanted to kill me to vent his hatred before he died.
Although my mother was a stunning beauty, and I inherited her blonde hair and blue eyes, giving me a handsome appearance, in
my eyes she was a virtuous and gentle woman, a kind of wooden beauty, gentle, strong, and with an indescribable sorrow.
I simply couldn't believe that such a good woman would cheat on her husband.
"It's been several months since I heard the news of my father's illness. How is he now?"
"As the gang leader, what would
happen ? Not only would other gangs take the opportunity to seize territory, but even the authorities would want to kick us while we're down. So
, although the gang leader is ill, he has to pretend it's just a minor ailment like a cold. Except for the core members of the gang, no one
knows how serious the situation is. The doctor has said it wouldn't be surprising if he passed away at any time." Pablo Diaz lowered his
head in silent sorrow.
As for this father with whom I have such a cold and distant relationship, I wouldn't be saddened at all if he died.
If I had any goal in life, it would be to surpass him in the underworld. He had five thousand
men and I wanted ten thousand. And it would be impossible to achieve that without ten or twenty years. But suddenly
, that goal is about to vanish. Life is just too illogical. For a mob boss to die so unexpectedly from illness
is unimaginable. I still wanted to one day step out of his shadow and show off my power in front of him. This
fate is too cruel.
I didn't say much to Pablo Diaz in the carriage, but he's generally a good person. Over the years, whenever
I got into trouble, he would lend a hand. But it was only a small helping hand; I mostly had to solve things
myself .
When the carriage swayed and wobbled halfway through the journey, suddenly there was a loud "boom," and the
heavy armored carriage was overturned.
The carriage was in chaos. I collapsed onto Pablo Diaz, and upon getting up, I saw a
dent half a foot deep in the carriage.
"Looks like there's been an assassination attempt. Young Master, you go to the White House first. I'll handle this." Pablo Diaz
calmly drew his sidearm and, along with several bodyguards, climbed out of the window.
I followed closely behind, saying, "Who do you think I am? Do you think I'd just abandon you and run away
? Give me a weapon, and I'll fight."
"Like father, like son. With you as our son, we have nothing to worry about in the future." Pablo
Diaz looked at me with admiration, drew a dagger from his pocket and gave it to me, then sent someone else back to report.
Stepping outside, I found myself on a main street in the capital, where the enemy was launching attacks with small catapults through the narrow alleys and side streets .
As carriages overturned, three assassins of varying heights, each wielding a gun, sword, and axe, dressed in black,
swept in like three dark gusts of wind.
The moment the two sides clashed, the gun-wielding assassin intercepted Persephone.
"Whoosh!
" The swordsman, swift and
deadly His methods were cold and ruthless, his movements agile and swift.
The assassin tasked with dealing with me was short in stature, but wielded a large axe. Despite his small size,
he possessed greater strength than I did.
His short stature and deliberate use of heavy weapons not only facilitated defense but also combined with his swift speed and
destructive power , making him like a rolling iron hedgehog.
I, armed only with a few inches of dagger, was like a mouse trying to catch a turtle – utterly helpless. To make matters worse, the
sword-wielding assassin, after dealing with the bodyguards, turned his attack on me.
If I hadn't listened to Elijah's advice to go see my father, I wouldn't be in this predicament. *Spit!
* To avoid being attacked from both sides, I somersaulted back into the carriage.
The short man wielded his heavy axe, slashing furiously at the carriage. I seized the opportunity to slash at
his arm with my dagger. We exchanged blows for over ten moves, I holding my ground firmly, preventing him from advancing an inch.
The carriage was cramped, and the shorter one's height and the smaller their weapon, the more advantageous it was. Therefore, the sword-wielding assassin dared not rush
in , but waited outside for his companion to drive me out.
Suddenly, a flash of silver light struck from behind the dwarf, as fast as lightning.
This dwarf was truly skilled; with a swift turn of his axe, he blocked the unavoidable attack. Upon closer inspection, I
saw that the attacker also used an axe, but a much larger and heavier double-bladed axe. The two axes clashed, creating
a series of sparks like stardust.
"Little Elena!
" It was my aunt, thirteen-year-old Elena, who came to my rescue in this critical moment.
"Leave no survivors."
Elena casually uttered these four words, then swept the short man more than ten
feet away with her double-bladed axe, tossed me a longsword belonging to the dead bodyguard, and chased after the enemy again.
The girl before me was no stranger. Elena was the daughter of my lecherous grandfather, born in his later years. She had half
bear-beastman blood, and on the surface, she was a quiet, introverted, and
taciturn . She had icy blue eyes and long brown hair tied in two buns. As for her figure
, it was basically just beginning to develop, nothing particularly noteworthy.
Yet this rather cute little girl, dressed in a school uniform and wielding a double-bladed axe, was powerfully
slaying her enemies. And she happened to be my aunt, an elder relative, six years younger than me.
After my grandfather died, he lived with my father for a year. Later, because he couldn't get along with my stepmother, he moved in with me for several months against my
wishes . In short, she was a troublesome little firecracker.
With one more longsword, one less enemy. The whole situation reversed. I leaped out of the carriage and bravely
attacked the assassin who also wielded a longsword.
Although he was experienced and skilled, his moves were sharp and swift like mercury. But my
combination of longsword attack and dagger defense was not something he could break through in a short time.
In the three-on-three battle, I was slightly at a disadvantage, Pablodia had a slight advantage, while Elena had
the upper hand , relentlessly pursuing her opponent.
Seeing that the prolonged battle was unfavorable, the three assassins finally fled in different directions. Unaware that they had reinforcements and traps, we
had no choice but to abandon the pursuit.
"They escaped." Elena's pretty face showed slight indignation, like a tiger that had lost its prey.
"Elena, what are you doing here
?" "I saw you were out all night and didn't come home, so I came out to look for you."
"Nonsense! I'm not a child, and it's none of your business when I go home."
"Disrespectful!" After saying this, Elena had no intention of giving a real explanation, and simply took matters into her
own hands to straighten the carriage.
Don't let her petite figure fool you; she could
push the armored carriage that several grown men couldn't budge by herself. Little Elena sat on the horse, lowered her waist, and with a sharp shout, pushed the thousand-pound armored carriage inch by inch. Her
superhuman strength came from her orc bloodline.
Regarding Elena's maternal family, all I know is that her grandfather was a chieftain named White Bear, and her mother
was swindled out of her money and sexually exploited by her friend, a man named John, and ended up as a prostitute in the capital. As for her orcish features,
the only one is her pair of adorable brown bear ears, cleverly hidden inside her school uniform hood.
It's truly admirable how skillful the owner was; aside from the ears and tails, orcish women mostly resemble
human women. Otherwise, if they were all like Cheng Moshiai, who would be interested in sleeping with them
? "Young master and young lady, let's hurry back to the White House. I'll have someone take care of the bodies here." Bai
Baodia personally sat in the driver's seat, cautiously surveying the surroundings. Once nothing seemed amiss, he quickly whipped the whip and drove off.
"How did you find me? Did you sniff me out? Why did you bring an axe with you?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Little Elena crossed her arms and lowered her head, seemingly deep in thought.
"Children should listen to adults!"
"Nephew should listen to his aunt too, but you never seem to." I sulked, annoyed, and said no more.
Even if my aunt was a little girl who had lost her father and was bullied by her sister-in-law, I
wouldn't have felt sorry for her and let her stay at my house. But she moved in without even a greeting. Although I had
told her to move back, after she showed me her double-edged sword, I had nothing more to say. However, Xiao Yi is indeed
a well-behaved girl. Without me asking, she took care of all the housework and kitchen work.
I guessed that because of her pitiful background and lack of family care, she was independent and self-reliant, but also introverted,
dull, and not good with words.
Her sudden rescue just now couldn't be a coincidence; someone must have notified her. This
is very important, but given her personality, since she's unwilling to talk about it, no matter how I ask, I won't get any answers.
Were those assassins there to kill Pablo Diaz or to kill me? I haven't yet made
an enemy or foe capable of hiring assassins of that caliber. If they were truly after me, could it be
that Father really intends to leave his inheritance to me? Otherwise, I can't think of any other reason. There might be other assassins
appearing one after another. Should I give up on seeing Father
? The thought of being alone during the attack, certain to be torn to pieces, is too much to ignore.
After much deliberation, I decided to go, regardless of whether I get the inheritance or not. I'm a person who
clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. No matter what their motives are for killing me, I will definitely retaliate. I'm not a coward who thinks of
living a secluded and carefree life; I'm someone who wants to build a great empire. How can I tolerate being bullied like this
? Soon after, we arrived at Father's "residence," the White House, without any incident. Although it was just a white
mansion, its design wasn't too ornate, but its simplicity reflected the owner's calm and composed personality. But in the underworld,
the White House is a legend. Countless people have broken in to kill my father, many of them
legendary figures, yet all have met their demise.
The White House, however, is a source of deep resentment for me. Born here, I was supposed to
inherit the house, and I should have grown up here. But I'm not allowed to enter except for holidays and family birthdays
.
And all of this began with my mother's early death.
Shortly after she was kicked out of the house on suspicion of infidelity, my father took a concubine named Nora.
Now, my closest relative is my sister, Emma. Even before she was born, her concubine mother often
bullied me, the son of the first wife, and this only intensified when she became pregnant. At that time, I hated this unborn half-child as much as I
hated my father and stepmother. When my sister was born,
because she couldn't give birth to a son, I'll never forget the mournful face of that wretched concubine; it still makes me laugh whenever
I think of it .
Perhaps it was fate playing tricks, but my wicked mother gave birth to an introverted, kind, timid daughter, and
for some reason, she always seemed to like being close to me. Emma looks like her mother, which I find very annoying. When I was little, my
favorite thing to do was to catch snakes and frogs and scare her half to death—it felt so good! Then I'd pretend
it wasn't my problem and comfort her, of course, I couldn't let that wretched woman know any of this.
When I entered the gate, I was greeted by a welcoming party on both sides, and in the vast courtyard, Emma
was sitting with her large group of cats and dogs.
As soon as she saw me enter, she ran over with a sorrowful expression.
Emma is fourteen years old, with long, silky black hair like her mother,
eyes as black as the universe, a beautiful oval face, and delicate, leaf-like red lips.
As she grew older, the long dresses she wore changed from cute little girl styles to revealing and flamboyant adult styles.
Although she didn't like it, her mother, who made her fortune by selling her body, forced her to dress like this.
Like today's dress, the lower half was a typical round, wide, apricot-yellow long skirt, pretty enough.
But the focus was on the upper body, exposing her fair, slender arms, all the way to her shoulders, the slit at the chest extremely low,
revealing a third of her slightly protruding breasts and small cleavage. The back was even more outrageous,
with no clothing up to her waist to cover her smooth, pink, bare back.
This was a feast for the eyes of the group of beasts flanking me, making them drool. Her
whore mother's reason for her daughter's protest was that it was all for her daughter's good. Women wear clothes entirely for men to see;
they want you to wear smaller and smaller clothes, but not wearing anything is too vulgar, so this is just right.
I knew that slut's intentions perfectly well. Once my father died, the inheritance and the gang would all fall into her and
her daughter's hands. With Emma's personality, how could she possibly control the underworld figures across the land? Naturally, she wanted a wealthy and
influential son-in-law.
"Brother... Father... Father he...
" Emma threw herself into my arms like a fledgling swallow, letting me place my hands on her slender waist and fragrant shoulders, allowing her to sob
sadly in my embrace.
"It's alright! I'm here..." I gently patted Emma's back to soothe her agitated emotions,
my heart overflowing with sorrow.
Chapter Three: The Gangster Heir
Originally, I disliked Emma more than I liked her, because she possessed everything I lacked.
The key to changing our sibling relationship was my mother's death.
At the time, I was just a child; how could I possibly pay for my mother's medical expenses with only part-time work money? My mother's life was at stake,
and I was willing to shamelessly beg my father, but she wouldn't allow it. Seeing her grow increasingly
thin and sickly, I was going crazy. The only solution I could think of was to get Emma to steal
money from the house.
With Emma's money, I was able to afford a doctor. Although my mother ultimately didn't survive, this incident
changed my only remaining family member from my mother to my sister. Later, that bitch found out. She
not only forbade Emma from seeing me for months but also had my father's men beat me up. I'll get my revenge sooner or later
! And then there was that kidnapping incident that tormented my sister and me.
"Miss, please don't cry anymore! It will arouse suspicion. The master is a lucky man," Pablo Diaz
said politely offering my sister a handkerchief
. In my eyes, he was just like everyone else, harboring ulterior motives towards my sister. But it's understandable! Who could blame her? Emma was so
alluring, and her mother, a rare find, constantly made her wear clothes so small they were practically untouchable, to seduce
men.
How could someone like me carry a handkerchief? I could only watch
with received handkerchiefs from other men to wipe her tear-streaked face.
"Elliot, Emma, I'll go see my brother first," said Little Ilya, her usually expressionless face
unusually etched with worry.
I nodded, gesturing for her to go ahead, while I focused on comforting Emma and stopping her sobs.
I placed my hand on Emma's shoulder, and together we walked into a marble-built circular gazebo in the garden.
"What will happen to our family if Dad dies?"
"Don't worry, you have Father's inheritance. You don't need to worry about food or shelter, and besides, I, your brother,
will take care of you. If necessary, you and Xiao Yi should move into my house." Emma's eyes were red from crying, and seeing her
like that broke my heart.
"Not only that..." Emma hesitated, lowering her head.
"No matter what, your brother will protect you. It won't be like that time."
I couldn't help but recall the time we were kidnapped together when we were little. The kidnappers wanted to cut off Emma's finger
to blackmail Father. Emma cried desperately, begging me for help. Even though I offered to give her my own finger, the kidnappers
wouldn't accept it. In the end, I could only helplessly watch as the kidnappers chopped off Emma's little finger.
The scene is forever etched in my memory.
Things are different now. I am no longer a helpless child. I will never let anyone hurt Emma again.
"Mother says we orphans and widows can't protect the gang on our own. If Father passes away, she'll
choose a husband for me to be the new gang leader. Brother, I don't want to marry someone I don't like."
Perhaps my Oedipus complex is really severe. Even if Emma is willing, I don't want to hand her over to another
man, especially not against her will.
"With your brother here, no one can force you," I boldly assured her, patting my chest. No matter what Emma's mother, that
bitch Nora, thinks, I will never agree.
With my persuasion and comfort, Emma finally temporarily put aside her worries and sorrows.
"Let's go see Father!" I took Emma's soft, boneless hand and strode towards home, a
home that had already ostracized me.
Compared to the magnificent mansion, my coarse linen clothes seemed utterly unworthy.
I entered the lavishly decorated bedroom, filled with the stench of a slut, and saw
my father, over fifty, lying on a bed the size of a dragon's bed.
Was this really my father? I asked myself, unable to believe it.
My father, who commanded five thousand followers, possessed an imposing, intimidating aura; ordinary people wouldn't dare even glance at him.
Now, lying in a hospital bed, his cheeks sunken, his forehead wrinkled, his breath shallow and labored. The only thing unchanged
was his pair of menacing eyes, so fierce they made one afraid to even take a deep breath.
"You've come, Elios?" My father looked at me with eyes full of longing and regret.
"Yes," I replied coldly. The broken father-son relationship wasn't easily
repaired .
"Do you still hate me for kicking you and your mother out of the house?"
"If you were me, could you forget?" I sneered.
"I was wrong back then! I, with all my wisdom, was deceived by a woman I loved. Even if
I wanted to make amends now, would you still forgive me?"
After much hesitation, I mustered my courage and asked, "I've always wanted to ask you this, but I've never been able to say it. Today might
be the last chance. Mother, she really did..."
"Her body may have been, but her heart never betrayed me. I wronged her." Every
word my father spoke was filled with endless remorse.
At that moment, I didn't truly understand my father's words; I only felt as if I had fallen into a hell of despair.
Even my virtuous mother could commit adultery.
"Now my life is like a candle flickering in the wind. I'm leaving the gang and my inheritance to you. You must take good care of your
sister Emma and your aunt Elena. I've already arranged for people to assist you. Are you willing to accept?"
Seeing my silence, my father asked again with all his might, "Are you willing?"
Regardless of his tone or expression, my father was serious. He was a man of his word, whether dealing with his underworld rivals, his subordinates
, or his family. With just a word of agreement, I could suppress my burning desire for revenge against my father,
forgive him, and accept his compensation. His five thousand henchmen and vast fortune would all be mine.
But the resentment and discontent I harbored for years couldn't simply vanish overnight. If I agreed, it would
be tantamount to forgiving him, allowing him to leave this world in peace. If I refused, he would die with regret, while
I would gain the satisfaction of revenge.
For someone who had spent most of their life struggling to make ends meet, the allure of inheritance and a
powerful gang was immense!
But! My inability to relinquish my pride wasn't just about saving face. I was only nineteen, talented and young, and I believed
I could absolutely achieve my ambitions. If anything else strengthened my resolve, it was my
love for my mother. She had raised me with unwavering care and never complained; I could never betray her.
"If agreeing will make you happier, then I'll agree!"
Frankly, greed was one reason I agreed. But because of my mother's infidelity
, the three of us had suffered terribly. Since I could choose an easier path, I was willing to abandon the resentment I'd harbored for over a decade
of my father's mistreatment. Besides, only in this way could I protect Emma.
"I haven't fulfilled my duty to raise you," my father sighed like an old man, extending
his once strong and powerful hand, now thin and bony, to take my hand.
"In the end, all I can tell you is that life in the underworld isn't easy. There are two major gangs in the capital: my
Lavron Gang and the White Whale Gang. There are seven or eight medium-sized gangs, and countless smaller ones.
It's rare for a gang to last ten years. As for those that last decades, even if the gang still exists, the leader's family
has already moved to several countries. You are my only son, but I haven't properly raised you. How to protect
the gang and not become a spendthrift is entirely up to you!"
"If you don't want to go down the underworld path, I can hand the gang over to someone else and leave you only the assets.
But the underworld is the underworld; even if you don't want to be one, others won't accept it! Besides, I climbed to this position by accumulating
countless unable to avenge themselves against me, will come after you. If you really decide to do this,
you absolutely must leave this country and live an ordinary life under an assumed name.
" "I won't run away, Dad! Running away is a sign of weakness. The weak can only be dominated by the strong. I want
to make a name for myself in the underworld, just like you." Kindness is often taken advantage of, and even without my father, I
'd already been involved in the underworld. Now, I won't back down.
"Good! With such spirit, I don't need to worry anymore. My time is running out,
maybe only a few hours or less. Please forgive me for letting you down one more time. I want to
spend my remaining life with the woman I love. I owe her so much."
My father smiled kindly and gestured for me to leave the room. Sadly, I released my father's hand, which I had
n't .
At the same time, I was filled with regret! I could have lived in this big house, had enough to eat
, lived a life free from having to depend on others, and had a happy childhood. If my mother hadn't cheated on me, none of
this would have happened. When I become the new gang leader, I will find that adulterer and tear him to pieces.
Just as I was about to leave, my father coughed violently, finally covering his mouth with his hand. I was about to go
to him when a woman dressed entirely in black, her face veiled, emerged from behind the screen.
After my father coughed for a while, the woman quietly wiped the blood from her palm with a towel from the bedside.
I hadn't realized my father had other lovers besides my mother and stepmother, Nora.
"You've had a hard time!" my father said with a sigh, a smile appearing on his pale face.
"To survive in the underworld, you still have a lot to learn. Learn from Pablodia. You must never let
your enemies or allies see you weak. If your enemies see you, they'll attack fearlessly; if your
allies morale will plummet, their confidence will crumble, and they might even betray you. I've arranged for a lawyer to handle the inheritance. You
can leave now! I have her to keep me company." The woman didn't speak, but she held
my father as she sat on the edge of the bed, ready to spend the rest of their time together.
After leaving the room, I stayed at the White House. My father passed away the following night, and we didn't
see each other again.
After explaining my father's death, Pablo Diaz and the lawyer discussed with me the inheritance and the succession to
the gang leader position. It wasn't until late at night that the lawyer finally left, and I was exhausted. I didn't shed a single
tear for my father's death; I was sad, but what could I expect from a father and son without any bond
? "Next, we need to prepare the funeral! We'll hold it after the inheritance, to prevent other gangs from taking advantage."
"Let's not sleep tonight! Go to the bar and get a bottle of liquor, the best one."
Sitting in the living room, on the sofa so soft it felt like I could sink into it, was incredibly comfortable.
Compared to my dilapidated house, with its worn-out wooden furniture, it was indescribably pleasant.
I still can't believe this big house is mine. Looking towards the bar, I saw countless expensive
glasses, gleaming and reflecting the lights; any one of them would cost a fortune. Not to mention the rare,
collectible spirits. I know there's a lot to learn about alcohol, and many different kinds. But I usually only afford beer, except...
I'd received a complimentary champagne gift from the organizers after winning the competition; what fine wine had I tasted there
? The aroma of the wine filled the room as soon as the bottle was opened.
"Life is truly unpredictable! My father died so easily. I thought it would take me over a decade
to achieve what he has today. But yesterday I was just a poor boy, and today I'm the leader of a gang. But
… human desires are truly insatiable. I'm already thinking about how to swallow up other gangs and take control of the capital." Imagining
my future conquest of the capital, a surge of ambition welled up within me.
"Our Lafran gang will surely achieve the great cause of unifying the capital's underworld." Deeply agreeing, Pablodia
offered me a glass, and we each took one.
"Clang! To the new gang leader!" Pablodia then toasted me. The
wine was sweet and fragrant upon first sip, with a subtle spiciness that lingered long after finishing. For the first time in nineteen years,
I truly understood the feeling of enjoying life, moving from one realm to another, a
realm reserved only for the elite and the successful.
Having spent the entire night without sleep, with bloodshot eyes, Pablo Diaz said, "Young Master! I have a piece of advice for you.
The inheritance left by the Master belongs to you. But the gang isn't. It's not something the Master can simply give away as he sees fit. If you lack the strength,
someone will challenge you, and if things go wrong, we'll all lose our lives. The generational change in gangs often ends in
bloodshed. I followed your father for many years; consider this my repayment to him. Let's have another drink!"
After downing my drink, I silently reminded myself not to become too complacent.
"What happened to Mo Shi'ai and the others after the midnight horse race?"
"They went home after celebrating."
"A thousand gold coins… If I had lost, I probably couldn't pay off this gambling debt even if I sold myself. But
what is a thousand gold coins to me now!"
"But it seems the young master gambled too riskily."
I retorted, "No success without risk." Bai Baodia lowered his head, lost in thought.
Suddenly inheriting such a vast fortune, I was indeed a little too intoxicated. At the time, I never imagined
that these thousand gold coins would later save my life.
"I have three things I need you to do for me."
"Please give your orders, Boss."
"First, arrange for my five men to join the gang. We need manpower right now, so I'll set aside the fact that they're not exactly skilled,
but those who will be loyal to me will be given priority. Second, regarding my father's body, please find someone to freeze it for me.
Finally, find my mother's lover from back then. I'll skin him alive and put his skin on the door of the White House as a rug."
Thinking of the culprit who caused me so much suffering for so many years, I was determined to avenge myself.
"I'll take care of the first two immediately. As for the last one, Master already killed those lovers back then."
I was speechless with surprise, and after a long while, I said, "You said a group, not just one."
"Yes.
" Recalling the memories of my mother, she was so gentle and kind. It's one thing to say she was deceived by villains and had her
feelings manipulated. She couldn't possibly be so promiscuous as to have a large group of lovers; there must be some hidden story.
After watching Bai Baodia respectfully withdraw, I put down my wine glass.
I could delegate other matters to him, but there was one thing I had to do personally: examine my father's body.
Although I believed that with my father's shrewdness, no one could poison him, I couldn't rule out
the .
Afterwards, my father's funeral and the matter of succeeding as gang leader kept me dizzy and my mood became
anxious and volatile. Even worse, there might be government spies within the gang, because the capital's security authorities seemed to have learned
of my father's death and had intensified their investigation of our gang, clearly a show of force.
In this chaotic moment, someone came to inform the Gale Queen that she requested to see me, the new gang leader.
"Didn't I give orders to keep Father's death a secret? How come it's like the whole world already knows?"
I roared at Pablo Diaz in a fit of rage.
Pablo Diaz, trembling with fear, said, "I will definitely investigate thoroughly and find out who leaked the news."
I finally managed to calm down. Pablo Diaz was a long-time loyalist of Father's, and during his illness,
he was practically acting as the temporary leader. Even if he had no reason to be so unreasonable, I shouldn't have treated him like this. Was it
from drinking too much, or from lack of sleep lately? I've been uncontrollably irritable and short-tempered lately, unlike
my usual self.
A chill ran down my spine; I felt something was amiss. I decided to quit drinking immediately and take good
care of my health. The bigger problem wasn't my health, but the fact that I didn't have anyone intelligent or
trustworthy around me; I had to do everything myself.
Temporarily setting aside worldly troubles, I recalled the allure of the Gale Queen. Although I desperately wanted to take Elia to
my bed, I didn't have the time for that right now. What I never expected was that such a tempting
offer would be delivered to my doorstep.
I met Elia alone in my father's former study.
The Gale Queen, who had once been radiant, entered without her usual dazzling beauty, dressed in black mourning clothes. Her brows
furrowed with sorrow and weariness, a sight that broke my heart.
"I didn't expect you to be not only such a skilled rider but also so well-informed, coming to offer your condolences so soon."
"You misunderstand! The more important reason I'm wearing mourning clothes is that my lover, who has been supporting me, has just
passed away ." Elia's furrowed brow suggested she had been deeply in love with that man.
"I'm quite curious how you still know I've taken over Father's position, even though I've kept it a secret."
Aria, her brow furrowed, replied, "A perceptive person would naturally notice. The White House hasn't had
a doctor come to treat any patients these past few days." I wouldn't have noticed a problem in such a small place if she hadn't pointed it out.
"So, you've come all this way to ask for something? Things are different now; I can offer some financial
assistance." Her appearance made me feel a pang of pity.
Although Aria wore a simple black mourning dress, it was very form-fitting, which only accentuated
the beautiful curves of her figure. While I spoke so politely, I was secretly hoping that
Aria be asking me to keep her as a mistress.
After a moment's hesitation, Elia said, "Excuse me! These past few days, I simply couldn't survive without alcohol, humanity's best
friend ." Elia took out a small metal bottle and
took a swig from her soft, fragrant lips in front of me.
Then, she straightened up and said, "I don't lack money, but there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."
"Just say it," I said. "Didn't you say you wanted to be my confidante? How could I
stand idly by ?" I took the opportunity to move from opposite Elia to sit next to her.
"I'm looking for help to get my adoptive father out of prison."
"That's easy! In the Empire, as long as you have money, prisoners can come and go as they please, right? Wait,
could he be some political prisoner who committed treason? That would be difficult to handle."
Elia quickly protested, "No! He's an innocent man falsely accused of murder. The problem lies with
the prison where he's imprisoned—the infamous No Return Island Prison."
Elia then explained the situation at No Return Island Prison in detail. Since the warden was a
second- , he wasn't short of money. Moreover, the warden seemed to harbor an unusual hatred for prisoners, not only
killing them arbitrarily but also unusually cracking down on corruption and ruling with extreme severity. Giving prisoners food and clothing would
be one thing , but bribing the guards to release a prisoner was simply impossible.
"It seems rescuing them won't be easy."
"Of course I understand that, otherwise I wouldn't have the audacity to come here for help. But now, having just lost my lover
, I feel incredibly lonely and yearn for family more than ever." Elijah shook her bottle, her face flushed with alcohol
.
"I can't guarantee I can rescue them, but I'll do my best. The problem is, even though I'm the boss
, my men need to eat. As the saying goes, the government doesn't support starving soldiers."
I'm running a gang, not a charity. I don't really care how much money Elijah gives me; I'd rather
she suggest I keep a mistress, or even offer herself to me for a night.
If neither of those options work, doing her a favor might be a good idea.
Business should start where you know it, and I'm most familiar with midnight horse racing. I plan to establish a formal
racetrack and openly operate a horse racing betting business. Of course, to guarantee profits, I'll have to rig the horses and influence the race
results. " Aria should be able to help me with this.
" After a moment's thought, Aria said, "Regarding the reward, I'll have to see what kind of rescue work you're planning to do
first . But I'm sure it won't disappoint you and your brother.
" "Then I'll contact you later. But listen to me, drinking too much is bad for your health." I took the opportunity to grasp
Aria's slender hand holding the bottle; her skin was milky white and smooth, like a young girl's.
"Thank you for your concern. Although I'm a good-for-nothing, living as someone's mistress
, I genuinely love that person. Occasionally drowning my sorrows in alcohol is one of the benefits of being an adult."
"I'll take my leave now. I look forward to your good news." Aria used this excuse to
free my grasp.
After seeing the beauty off, I quickly ordered my men to investigate her background and origins. The result was that
, apart from her living alone in a villa on the outskirts of the capital, they found no other information. She was as
mysterious as someone without a past.
Who exactly is Elia's lover? Not only can he provide for her, but he also has the power
to erase her entire past.
More than the mysterious and unpredictable Queen of the Gale, there's something else I'm more concerned about: how to deal with
that wretched bitch, Nora. I've considered having her killed, dismembered, and dumped in the bay. But she's still Emma's
mother , and I don't want to go too far. At the very least, I want to humiliate her and kick her out of the
house. I'd rather she take nothing with her, strip her naked and throw her out into the streets.
I've never believed in karma, but looking back on this incident, I truly believe in
retribution. It's as if there's a master controlling everything.
The first time that bitch asked to see me alone after my father's death was several days later. I've hated
Emma's mother, Nora. Bertia, for over ten years.
She was a woman in her thirties, but her face was wrinkle-free; even if she made a living selling her beauty, she still
possessed a certain allure. Her hair was as black and lustrous as Emma's, styled in a bun common among wealthy women in the capital. Her black
eyes were as cunning as those of a fox or a jackal.
She wore a tight-fitting black dress, with a triangular, semi-transparent black veil on her left shoulder, revealing just a third of
one of her breasts. The slit in the hem of the long dress went all the way up to her thigh, revealing her alluring, snow-white skin. Her voluptuous body could
certainly seduce many.
She held a black folding fan, swaying it gently with a thousand charms, a foxy smile playing on her lips.
I even wondered if this wanton woman, deliberately trying to seduce me, was wearing any underwear at all. What a slut!
But her body really aroused me; perhaps it wouldn't be bad to give her a good fuck before kicking her out.
Although it's said that heroes are inherently lustful, my desires in this area have been particularly strong lately.
"Hey! You haven't dared to come out for days; I thought you'd already eloped. I didn't expect you'd have the audacity to come see me.
My father's body is barely cold, and you're dressed like this? You're truly a shameless slut."
"This is my home, how could I leave! Besides, life is a business! I sell my body, and your father
is willing to pay—everyone's happy. Of course, his grievances with his ex-wife are his private matter, not included in our
transaction. It's unreasonable for you to hate me." This harlot, sighing and complaining, kept crossing
her legs , as if she wouldn't be satisfied unless someone could see her panties.
"Although my father kicked my mother out of the house, all these years of your cruelty and abuse towards me were simply because you were afraid he
would acknowledge me as his son. All your scheming over the past ten years has been in vain; in the end, you've gained nothing."
Having thoroughly mocked this vixen, I felt a great sense of satisfaction. Especially the phrase "all that scheming was for nothing,"
which made her feigned composure change color.
"I'll get straight to the point! I want to do business with you."
"Business? With your old, faded, thick-skinned, and cheap body, I won't spend a single copper coin on you."
"On her body." Seeing her furious expression, I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Am I really worthless? I know you hate me. Many people are willing to pay to have sex with someone they hate. I'm
confident I'm well-maintained, at least I still have some looks."
This slut said with a forced smile, her pink legs actually reaching down between my legs.
Bitch! She really wasn't wearing underwear. But knowing that I was actually erect was infuriating.
I pushed her legs away, about to hurl insults, when she spoke first.
"Don't worry, it's not me you're selling, it's Emma! Your most beloved sister."
"Are you crazy! She's my half-sister, do you think I'm like you? I'm not an
incestuous pervert." My first reaction was that this woman was insane. But then…
? “So-called incest only counts if she and you share the same father’s blood. If he was born from some other man I
seduced , then naturally there’s no issue of incest.”
The fox-like woman, her chin partially hidden by her fan, looked at me with a lewd gaze.
In that instant, the desire that had been suppressed within me finally ignited.
I have a sister complex, but I’ve managed to control it. But the fact that we’re not related by blood is
like adding fuel to the fire. If I accept the fox-like woman’s suggestion, Emma will be mine forever. Just thinking of that pitiful
figure makes me feel like a child who has received a rare toy. Especially since the fox-like woman has always wanted to sell her for a high price, and
seeing Emma in someone else’s arms fills me with jealousy and hatred.
Chapter Four: The Promiscuous Mother Offers Her Daughter
? "My demands aren't many, just that my daughter and I can continue living here, our quality of life remains the same,
and a monthly allowance is enough!"
"That's all.
" "Ah! I forgot to add, there's no limit to the allowance."
"What a vicious mother who sells her daughter for personal gain!" If looks could burn people, I would have already turned this
filthy bitch into charcoal.
"It doesn't matter if you don't agree, you're not the only buyer anyway, Emma is a bit pitiful. What if she ends
up with some sadomasochistic old man..."
"I'll agree to this deal, immediately put away your fox tail and get out of my sight."
The mother fox, leisurely standing up, grumbled discontentedly, "You pretend to care for Emma all the time, aren't you
the same kind of person as me? But I covet money, you covet beauty..."
After , she only dared to utter the remaining curses in her heart.
Regardless of the vixen's malicious gossip, I knew in my heart that my desire wasn't simply for Emma's
beauty, but a love so intense that possessing her alone couldn't satisfy me.
For the next few days, like a child awaiting a festival, I suppressed my elation and
worked diligently. I met with each of the gang's leaders, announcing my succession. Outwardly, I continued to conceal the news of her death. The most troublesome thing
was that Marina, the sheriff of the capital, was using this opportunity to further suppress our gang.
At this crucial time, I had asked Pablo Diaz to place my five former subordinates within the gang, and he had
done so. Because a bloody civil war was likely to erupt soon, I needed a few loyal men by
my side .
My father's funeral was held secretly, with only family and a few elders in attendance.
Now that my father was buried, I thought I should put aside my limited grief and strive for the future. But first, I'd like to open my presents
today .
When I found Emma, she was sitting alone in the shrine in the basement, wearing
a lovely black mourning dress adorned with ruffles and bows. Her eyes were filled with tears; she looked so delicate and
pitiful lovable that one longed to hold her close.
Thanks to the fox spirit's attire, the long, tight-fitting dress accentuated Emma's small, exquisite
breasts . Her neck revealed smooth, milky-white skin, so dazzling and intoxicating.
Although the shrine was now simply and solemnly decorated, it had originally been my father's underground torture chamber, used not only
to entertain guests but also to interrogate female prisoners. The walls were actually magically
created one-way glass, allowing for secret observation. And Pablodia, as I had instructed, had
captured the fox spirit inside.
I wanted her to watch my daughter being raped by me, and then expose her for selling her daughter for personal gain in front of Emma. Afterwards, I wanted
her to change Emma's birth documents, removing my father's name. Then I can legally marry Emma
. As for the vixen, once she's no longer of use, I'll strip her naked and kick her out.
"Brother! Father's gone, leaving only the three of us. What will we do now? Can I rely on
you?
" Tears streamed down her face, her sister pleading helplessly. Could I refuse?
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you for Father until you get married." I mentally made up my mind—until you marry
me .
Emma walked up to me, bowed her head, and sobbed. I gently pressed her shoulders, playing with her hair.
"Do you remember when we were kidnapped together as children? That room was just as dark as this one."
"I remember! It was a terrible memory! Luckily, I had you with me, brother. Can I
rely on you like I did then?" Emma asked me softly and trustingly.
Hearing my sister's words, my heart bled. I took her slender fingers to look at them; only
one little finger was missing. Looking at the severed finger on Emma's hand, recalling her screams, cries, and trembling
figure , my heart felt like it was shattering! But things will be different from now on. Emma will belong only to me,
and no one but me can bully her.
Little boys have a habit of bullying girls they like to get their attention.
I used to think I was like that, especially seeing the image of her despicable mother in Emma. But when I
found my father's underground training room, I realized that I wasn't actually trying to attract Emma's attention through bullying; I
was a sadist who enjoyed sexual BDSM.
Just like my father!
When I received my father's inheritance, what excited me most wasn't seeing the money or the wine, but finding...
Upon reaching the basement, where various sex toys were displayed, I said,
"Close your eyes!"
I gently kissed Emma's forehead and spoke with deep affection.
Emma, not understanding what I intended to do, obediently followed her brother's command and closed her eyes.
I took out a rope I had prepared beforehand and, with trembling hands of excitement, bound Emma's hands together
.
"What does this mean, brother!" Emma asked, confused but unaware of fear, like an ignorant puppy,
completely oblivious to the impending disaster.
Her innocent appearance only fueled my lust.
"To deepen our sibling bond, I want to become one with Emma," I said, my chest overflowing with a feeling of spiritual and physical
unity.
I grabbed her soft, delicate breasts; small, yet incredibly supple.
"Brother, what are you doing? You can't touch that!" Emma cried out in alarm, shrinking
back
With a forceful tear, Emma's mourning clothes were ripped open, along with her underwear, revealing her translucent
breasts, so fresh and lovely.
Startled, Emma screamed and ran away.
"Not listening to your brother isn't being a good child! Why can't you understand your brother's love? You need to be
punished properly."
I tied the other end of the rope into a loop, and like a cowboy catching a bull, I threw it to lasso Emma and pulled her down.
Emma fell to the ground, sobbing pitifully
, a heart-wrenching sight. I am human, too. And the one crying is my precious sister; how could I not feel pain!
But amidst the heartache, I was also wildly excited. Emma looked so much like his mother; tormenting her was as exciting and pleasurable as
torturing that bitch. Besides, I'd already decided to marry Emma, and
there shouldn't be secrets between husband and wife. So even if it meant making her suffer, I had to make her understand
the pleasure , because I couldn't deceive my own feelings. I could only transform her into a body that enjoyed sadomasochism.
"Brother, what did Emma do wrong? I apologize, please forgive me," Emma pleaded,
tears streaming down her face, like a little rabbit caught in a trap.
"Yes! The mistake is that you're that bitch's daughter. And you're so adorable, I love you so much I
can't help but love you, I can't hate you. It's all your fault, you're the one who attracted me and turned me into this pervert."
Pulling Emma to my feet, I stomped on her stomach, tearing her mourning dress, revealing
her slender, long, and smooth legs. Imagine how Emma would grip my waist with those fair,
delicate . The thought drove me wild.
"No…
" What a clear, melodious cry! Like a fairy, like an angel, like a goddess. It
captivated .
I bound Emma's thighs and calves together, making it even harder for her to struggle. Those slender, beautiful legs
still needed to develop and become more perfect. But already, they were so white and alluring, they were irresistible. I couldn't help but
lick and suck them.
Like a lamb to the slaughter, Emma trembled all over.
Looking at the basement walls, imagining that bitch's worried expression as she looked at her daughter because of my roughness,
I felt a surge of joy.
I tied ropes all over Emma's body, especially around her chest, crossing them in a diamond shape
to make appear even more prominent and full. Emma's small, firm breasts, white with a rosy tint, were tightly bound with rope.
Her face was flushed, the ropes causing poor blood circulation, her complexion red and her breathing rapid,
as if she were sexually aroused.
"Is it hard?"
"Ugh!" Her beautiful face, glistening with tears, nodded frantically, her long black hair cascading to the ground.
"Just bear with it a little longer, and you'll understand the joy of being a woman."
Like a great pianist performing his masterpiece, I
played on the beautiful, slender body of my sister with my ten fingers, producing ethereal, joyful sounds.
I used
all on Emma. Ten fingers gently caressed, twisted, teased, and played
with her slender arms, flat stomach, round buttocks, delectable legs, and tender breasts. Sometimes rapid, sometimes violent, sometimes gentle. The caresses elevated Emma from the hell of bondage to a paradise of blissful pleasure. Immersed in pleasure, Emma gradually felt the soul-stirring current coursing through her body; her nose emitted meaningless whimpers, and she suppressed a wild, unrestrained cry. Suddenly, I tightened the ropes, binding Emma's entire body, causing her to scream in pain. A complex, bewildered expression appeared on Emma's face; she could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure . The most important aspect of sadomasochism is transforming pain into pleasure. I repeatedly caressed her, arousing Emma's senses. When , I ruthlessly tightened the ropes, making her moan and whimper. Under my torment, Emma's entire body was soaked with her own sweat, her clothes clinging to her torso, making her appear even more sensual, especially her small buttocks beneath the wet clothes. The ropes, deeply embedded in her mounds, were already damp with her love juices. Emma, her face flushed, gasped, "Brother...you're so strange today! So scary, completely different from usual...and..." Her brother, whom she usually trusted unconditionally, had now become a semi-mad sadist; Emma must have been filled with fear and dread. In a moment of tenderness, I kicked the ropes, lifting her halfway up, causing the ropes to sink even deeper, her moans rising higher, tinged with a hint of pleasure. "Emma! Emma! Why do you have that bitch's blood in your veins? Look how despicable you are! You're still a virgin, and look how wet you are down there! Do you really enjoy being tied up? Do you really enjoy being..."

"Is it torture? Emma is such a bad girl!" I stroked her face tenderly, my trembling sister
driving me to madness.
"You feel pleasure, don't you! Being humiliated and abused by your older brother, you actually feel
waves of pleasure, like an electric current. You pervert."
I spat, and on Emma's beautiful face, I stomped on her delicate breasts, twisting them hard.
"You've exposed my secret!" Emma burst into tears, struggling as if she were in a scorching heat, her skin
flushed .
"It's so mean! It's too much! Brother, you're bullying me... I... I'm not a pervert... Waaah...
" It was a heartfelt cry, so poignant it brought tears to my eyes.
My tone softened as I said, "Even though you're that lowly woman's daughter, I can't help but
like you. I'm so infatuated with you that I don't even care about our sibling relationship anymore. From now on, I'll protect
and love you, you masochistic little pervert, on behalf of your father!" I pinched Emma's flushed, sweaty face.
I turned Emma's body over, like a female dog crawling on the ground, then stripped off all my clothes and,
like a male dog, transformed into a beast, using my erect member to invade and conquer Emma.
My fourteen-year-old sister's vagina was incredibly tight, yet passionately wet.
Tearing away the symbol of Emma's virginity, I entered her body, feeling immense joy and excruciating
pain .
My sister was tied up, and I raped her against her will. As her brother, how could I not
feel heartache ? But beyond my role as her brother, my feelings were far more complex. Deep down, another part of me
hated Emma for being that bitch's daughter. And I thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of tormenting and violating her. Life is always full of
contradictions and I was no exception. Tears of regret welled in my eyes, yet my lower body was throbbing with erection.
Alas! Men are always beasts. But I shouldn't blame myself too much; it's all fate 's cruel joke
. If men didn't have their animalistic instincts, how could they procreate? I blamed the greatest sin on heaven and continued to diligently fuck my sister.
At their point of union, the virgin's blood mixed with love juice, dripping onto the floor. The innocent
Emma, now like a lustful beast, emitted cries that appeared to be in pain but concealed a growing pleasure
.
Calling her a lustful beast might be an exaggeration, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, I've made up my mind to turn Emma into a lustful beast in
the future .
Emma's lower body was warm and soft, constantly oozing obscene love fluids and contracting under my thrusting and
teasing , giving me an indescribable pleasure.
"Brother...we're siblings...we can't do such immoral things..." Emma cried out in anguish,
yet she continued to murmur incoherently.
I firmly believed that Emma possessed a noble soul like an angel, but her body carried the blood of that harlot.
Emma never looked down on me, her poor older brother; she was always willing to help my mother and me with our difficult lives,
but she possessed a harlot-like body inherited from her mother. No matter how kind her heart was, the original sin of her flesh
could never be erased. Only by tormenting her body could I atone for her sins.
"Why not! Even though you feel pain, don't you also feel pleasure? This is your brother's
love for you, accept it."
I increased the speed of my thrusts, not only feeling intoxicating pleasure from the front, but also experiencing a soul-stirring
sensual ecstasy .
Emma cried and moaned, as delicate as a rose that would break with the slightest touch.
I ruthlessly ravaged her until I exploded inside her. The overwhelming,
heavenly pleasure that filled my entire body left me stunned.
"No..."
Amidst her cries of sorrow, Emma's vagina instinctively contracted in response to the invasion of my semen.
After being completely satisfied, I planned to reveal that we were not related by blood. The reason I didn't
say it at first was to see Emma's pained expression when she thought she was committing incest. Secondly, it's because I
have . I can't bear it
. I'm truly a wicked brother to the core! Even though we're not blood-related.
I'll expose that scoundrel who sells his daughter for personal gain, further hurting Emma. And in her most helpless
moment, only I can comfort her. That way, Emma will belong to me completely, body and soul.
My plan is indeed like this. Emma, in despair, will understand and accept my
love. From now on, what I'll do is begin my delightful "brotherly training" of my sister.
However! Is it the unpredictability of life, or am my abilities still too immature? Things aren't as I
imagined
… The basement door suddenly opened, and a noisy commotion came from the soundproofed room.
Besides Persephone, the she-fox and a group of soldiers entered.
A group of soldiers!
I was utterly astonished, like a mouse before a cat. Leading the way inside was
Marina Aubert .
Her name was renowned throughout the capital; her father was a legendary hero, and her mother a
female dragon disguised as a human. Their interracial marriage resulted in her, a stunning beauty with dragon blood,
possessing both , and captivating all who beheld her.
Her tall, voluptuous figure was perfectly balanced, like a goddess from heaven. Her wavy golden
hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her mesmerizing sapphire eyes shone with sharp, arrow-like glints.
Her cherry-red lips, adorned with dragon horns, combined with her imposing presence, made her appear like a Valkyrie descended from the heavens
.
She wore a snow-white silk shawl and a matching, narrow-fitting long skirt. Although her smooth, lustrous skin was
concealed , her voluptuous figure, with its prominent breasts and buttocks, was undeniably
stunning.
If she were merely a beautiful woman, I would at most spend some time admiring her beauty. But in this
crime-ridden capital, she was a powerful sheriff, feared by every criminal, whose abilities surpassed even her beauty.
Every year, she arrests or kills countless heinous criminals on the spot.
In fact, she's come to the White House several times in the past few days, ostensibly to investigate my father's crimes before his death,
but in reality, to show off to me, the new gang leader.
But today, of all days, she barged into the basement while I was raping Emma.
"Sheriff Marina, you must help! This beast raped his
half- bullying us two weak women! You must arrest him to uphold the law!
" That vile woman, with her fake crying face, was wiping tears and snot with a handkerchief, clearly trying to
kill me, preferably on the spot.
I was drenched in sweat, watching Marina's disgusted expression, as if she were looking at a dead dog.
With fluid, effortless movements, she drew an aluminum stick from her person, ready to strike.
Marina frowned and scolded, "Ellios Lavran, I'm
arresting . Quickly put on your clothes and get rid of that shameful..." She then stopped,
her pretty face falling. Just then, Emma, half-naked and covered in sweat and
vaginal fluid from the intrusion of so many strangers, burst into tears.
At this moment, I had no choice but to take a gamble: to fight naked, to kidnap Marina as a hostage and
escape with Emma.
"Emma, get dressed, let's escape together!" I shouted, charging head-on at the renowned
sheriff .
Marina, her face contorted with displeasure, darted forward instead of retreating, charging to my side. Wielding her staff with the
agility , she attacked with lightning speed, instantly trapping me beneath her blade.
If I had a weapon, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state. But unarmed, trapped in an underground chamber
with nowhere to escape, how could I withstand her relentless, overwhelming
onslaught
? Soon, she subdued me and pinned me to the ground. The aluminum staff pressed against my lower abdomen, yet I remained erect.
"You vile, shameless beast!" Marina glared at my erection, her voice sharp and menacing as she activated
the magic on the staff. Under the high-voltage current coursing through my body, the pain was excruciating, as if my internal organs had been moved, until I lost consciousness.
When I awoke again, I was sandwiched between two soldiers. That wicked Marina
had paraded me naked through the streets before taking me directly to the temporary jail of the police station.
I didn't even have a chance to explain or comfort Emma.
Because of those two vile women, I lost the opportunity to express my love to my sister. She must
hate me, her older brother, to death now.
Looking up, I saw blue skies, white clouds, and bright sunshine. Crowds of onlookers surrounded me, along with
the screams of those damned women, as if they'd never seen a man's penis before.
A real man, of course, wouldn't act like a little woman, ashamed and embarrassed because I had no clothes.
But my heart was filled with regret and humiliation. I had underestimated Nora. That vile whore, Patia,
thought she only knew how to use her body. I never imagined she would collude with the sheriff to set this trap for me.
I was far too careless!
But I haven't lost yet. Even if I committed incest and rape, the law in the capital isn't about justice,
but a contest of wealth and power between the defendant and the plaintiff. With my money, why should I be afraid of not being able to buy a judge?
After being imprisoned in the temporary jail, the soldiers finally let me put on prison clothes. My first demand was to see Pablo
Diaz and a lawyer, but no matter how much I shouted, these money-grubbing soldiers ignored me.
Sleeping on the dirty, cold cell floor, eating bread harder than stone, and drinking tasteless water,
my confidence wavered. When I woke up the next day, I even felt like I was in a dream. Overnight, I went from a
new generation of gang leader to a prisoner of the government. This was too unreal!
After three days in prison, when I started to smell terrible, Pablo Diaz finally
came to see me with a lawyer for the first time.
The first meeting after my imprisonment was devoid of the initial excitement; I remained calm and composed, just as I always had.
The lust that had plagued me for days seemed to vanish completely after being released into my sister's body.
I had indeed been blinded by wealth, but I was no fool; three days of calm
were enough for me to thoroughly understand everything.
"Why are you so late? Bail me out immediately!"
Pablo Diaz, his face full of worry, spoke after a long pause: "Young Master! Things are not simple. Although
you only committed rape and incest, it wasn't just Madam who framed you. Just getting her into the prison to visit
me took a lot of effort."
"I know! There's also that parasitic sheriff with reptilian blood."
"Not only that, it's Prince Kaguru, the powerful backer of our rival gang, the White Whale Faction." Alas! Misfortunes never come
singly.
"I know he's a favorite of the Emperor, but do you think we don't have powerful backers? Go find Chancellor Grug
! Isn't he Dad's backer? We're no weaker than them in terms of connections, and as for money
, just use my assets—get me out of here!"
Perbodia silently endured my anger, then continued, "It's not that simple!
The elders in the gang who are dissatisfied with the young master are using this opportunity to speak to Chancellor Grug, hoping to replace you. Plus,
the Madam is on their side. The Chancellor has already decided to sacrifice you to save the king; he won't help you.
I'm alone; I can't use the young master's assets. A lawsuit is all about who has more money! But…"
Perbodia slammed his hand on the table in agitation.
"If I write you a letter of authorization, you can use my money?"
"Yes.
" The lawyer tactfully placed a document and a pen in front of me.
Without a second thought, I finished the document and handed it over. But the two people looking at it were visibly
embarrassed and at .
"Young master, why did you draw a turtle on it? You need a proper signature. This is a legal document,"
said Pablo Diaz, clearly troubled.
"I'm an illiterate nobody who can't read a single word, so of course I can only draw turtles. Isn't that what you think?"
With my mocking tone, I flipped the table over and kicked Pablo Diaz in the stomach.
Even if he was a veteran of countless battles, such a surprise attack would surely bring him down.
"Impulsiveness and recklessness are useless, young master. Calm down, I'll definitely find a way to get you out of here."
Enduring the pain and my insults, Pablo Diaz brushed the dust off his clothes and stood up.
"You're quite the loyal servant! You didn't even fight back when your master hit you."
The soldiers on guard swarmed forward, trying to capture me. I used a chair as a weapon, knocking one unconscious with a single blow,
and used all the martial arts I'd honed on the streets, holding my own against three opponents.
"Though I may be a dragon in shallow water, I'm no less than you shrimp soldiers."
The soldiers screamed for reinforcements, but I ignored them, focusing on Pablo Diaz.
"A dog is a dog. You've been my father's dog your whole life. Don't think you can take my
place now that I'm in charge."
"Young master, you've misunderstood. If you don't want to sign the documents, I'll have my lawyer take them back. I'm here
to help you, believe me!" Pablo Diaz's voice was full of bitterness and helplessness.
"Stop acting! Have your fists gotten rusty? If you want my property and gang, fight
me. If you win, I'll give it all to you." I provocatively raised my middle finger, knocked down another
soldier vented my anger on him, stomping on him hard.
"It seems we can only continue our talk once you've calmed down. If you've thought it through, tell the soldiers
. I'll come see you as soon as possible."
Chapter Five: Courtroom Kiss
Pablo Diaz didn't confess to his crimes, but finished speaking with a double meaning, and then
walked out . Heh! He really is a cunning old gangster, hiding his true strength and not falling for my trap; he had no
chance to capture the hostage.
I vented all my resentment on the soldiers, knocking down more than ten of them, but none could
subdue me. Finally, before they could bring in even more skilled fighters, I wisely retreated back to my cell.
This imposing presence and domineering aura made the soldiers no longer dare to underestimate me.
On the day Marina arrested me, I didn't think of leaving. But the White House is our base, a place with
many ; even if Pablo Diaz didn't dare or couldn't stop me, he could simply send someone to deliver a message to me. I won't be
arrested on the spot.
If there's any doubt, the fact that he ignored me for three days, then immediately presented me with numerous difficult questions upon meeting,
seeking my authorization to manage his assets, confirms everything. Not only is he certainly involved in the framing, I even
believe he's the mastermind.
In retaliation for my beatings, the soldiers then withheld food and water, placing me in solitary
confinement . In this desperate situation, I can drink my own urine; there are cockroaches and rats in the prison, so I won't starve or die of thirst
for a while . Lying idly on the cell floor all day, I haven't lost my confidence or fighting spirit. All I can think about is how to get out, because even if I had money, money I don't need is like a mirage, a castle in the air. Without someone to lobby for me, how can I bribe the judge? I can only think of two ways to leave: one is to hand over my assets to Persephone, hoping he'll spare my life considering we have no enmity and that I followed my father for many years. Of course, I wouldn't be so foolish as to believe in the compassion of gangsters. The only other option was to escape from prison. In this predicament, I couldn't help but think of my deceased father and mother. And my strange, mature-beyond-her-years aunt, Elena , and my beloved sister, Emma—she must hate me to death. Thanks to my experience growing up on the streets, if I were just a spoiled rich kid who only knew how to be waited on hand and foot, and were imprisoned by Pablo Diaz, I would have given up everything to save my life. How could I have done something as bizarre as drinking urine and eating rats and cockroaches, and how could I have possessed the muscles and martial arts skills to protect myself? In this moment of true testing, I finally understood that power in the underworld cannot be inherited through blood; one's empire must be earned through one's own hard work. If anyone is to blame, it's only myself for being blinded by Emma's beauty, unaware of the danger I was in. Pablo Diaz holds a high position in the gang. If he had married Emma, the gang leader's position would have been his. Now that I've taken both, it would be strange if he didn't get rid of me sooner. Perhaps he orchestrated my assassination attempt, but given his cunning, it seemed too reckless. If not him, then it must have been some other ambitious figure within the gang. Drinking urine is just urine therapy; I've heard it's good for your health. Eating rats and cockroaches— isn't that eat? Consider it a new taste experience. Many so-called heroes wouldn't dare do even in death, yet I can silently endure it. While in prison, besides myself, my biggest worry is my beloved sister. I tell myself that no matter how much suffering I endure, I must never give in and must escape. Then I'll make those two wretched women, Nora and Marina, taste the feeling of drinking urine—my urine, of course. And I'll make them parade naked through the streets too. The underworld's creed is an eye for an eye! Just wait and see, I'll definitely get my revenge. After several days, food and drink were finally restored. I spent a month in prison before my trial began. On the day of my court appearance, I was still wearing the prison uniform I'd been given on the first day—clothes that hadn't been washed once, even though I'd had a chance My face was covered in a beard, and my hair looked like weeds. Appearing in court like this naturally didn't earn the judge's favor. But actually, it didn't matter; the outcome of the trial was already predetermined. However, I still chose to defend myself, not only because I didn't give up hope and the pursuit of a miracle, but mainly to deliberately cause trouble for that slut and Pablo Diaz. If I could delay the trial, the bribes they spent would increase, so why not drag it out ? The teak courtroom, elegant yet solemn and dignified. In every court of the empire, behind is an image of the goddess of justice, blindfolded and holding scales, symbolizing impartial judgment regardless of wealth or status. Of course, this is only on the surface; in reality, the courts are rife with corruption. Justice and truth here are measured in copper coins; without money, there is no justice or truth.

Although I did rape Emma, we weren't related by blood, so it couldn't be considered incest. I could only
try to reduce the charge by focusing on the latter. Knowing that two charges combined would almost certainly mean
the death penalty if convicted.
But once I was in court, the situation was even harsher than I expected. Right from the start, more than ten court guards
forcibly stuffed a cloth into my mouth, preventing me from defending myself. The court held a closed-door trial, with
no spectators.
Next, the prosecutor presented evidence point by point: the clothes Emma wore that day, the rope I used. Then they questioned
Nora, that slut, and the soldiers who arrested me. The whole process took an hour,
fully .
Then the jury didn't even need to deliberate; they immediately found me guilty. That
judge , could decide my fate immediately.
Heh! No wonder those common folk believe that the person who sculpted the goddess of justice blinded her
so she wouldn't have to see the injustices in court.
As the victor, Nora, that vile woman, wore a red dress, carried a red parasol, and
dressed herself . She
didn't even consider her age or background. A shameless sly fox.
At this stage of the trial, she smugly approached the dock, ordering a soldier to remove the guillotine from my mouth, saying
, "With your lowly status, you dared to take my daughter's virginity, you stinking bastard!"
"I may be as lowly as you, drugging me to lure me into having sex with your own daughter.
Where did you put the drug?"
The harlot chuckled seductively, "So you're not entirely stupid after all. Want to know? I'll tell you. I drugged Emma
; her body emits a colorless, odorless
aphrodisiac that only works on men, causing irritability and heightened libido. But it's too late to find out now!"
Although we were enemies, facing the combined might of Persephone and Nora, I truly felt inferior.
They not only possessed strength but also the ability to endure what others could not, and were ruthless and devoid of any familial affection. He had plenty of opportunities to kill me, Pablo
Diaz, but he managed to endure until he used the sheriff to eliminate me, without fear
of public criticism. Nora was even more cunning, using her own daughter as bait—how could I resist?
"I think you understand that circumstances are beyond your control. If you hand over your property, I might spare
your life for your father's sake."
I forced back my raging anger, saying, "I want Emma to appear in court as a witness so I can interrogate her. Otherwise,
don't even think about it."
I don't know how much effort it took to hold back the string of profanities that were on the tip of my tongue.
"Do you think you have any bargaining power? What more do you want as a prisoner? I advise you to
stop dreaming .
" "Fine, if you don't agree, so be it. I'm going to die anyway, and I won't rest in peace until I see Emma."
That's what I said, but I didn't think I would die. " I'll definitely get out of here and get my revenge.
" "But you have to sign the property transfer documents first?"
"If I sign now, will you still let us meet?" I retorted fiercely.
"Fine! I'll believe you this once, you savage brat. But I warn you, don't even think about getting away with it. If you dare
to back out , I'll make sure you die a horrible death.
" The price of the negotiation was that the judge dismissed the jury due to procedural issues. A new jury would be sent to judge.
I wasn't naive enough to think there was still a chance of acquittal. But I had to see Emma no matter what
.
Justice still had its value. If Pablo and his gang wanted to seize my property, they could easily use forged
documents and deal with the authorities. But distorting justice would cost a fortune in terms of money and time
. Obtaining my signature, on the other hand, was much simpler.
After the court session, I was locked in the prison cell, waiting to be sent back to jail. It seems Persephone spent a lot of
dirty money ; the courthouse security was so tight that not even a fly could escape, let alone a person.
Just when I was in despair, two guards, one tall and one short, with their helmets pulled low, came to
take me out. There were always at least eight people escorting me. Could it be my luck turning around, and I had
a chance to escape
? They clumsily opened the iron gate, seemingly unaware of how fierce and dangerous I was.
I waited patiently for their signal to let me out. As soon as I stepped out, I struck with lightning speed, grabbing the shorter guard by
the chest and neck.
Huh! The shorter guard's chest was soft, and he smelled sweet; he didn't seem like a man at all.
"You lecher! After raping your sister, you didn't even spare your aunt?"
"Little...Little I...
" I never dreamed that the two guards who removed their helmets were actually Elia and Elena.
Little Yi's face was still bandaged on one side, seemingly injured.
I asked, overjoyed, "Did you come to rescue me?"
"No! We came to see my lecherous nephew one last time before he died." Little Yi glared at me angrily.
"Don't be angry, maybe he can explain!" Elijah tried to mediate.
"Emma doesn't lie." Little Yi said, then turned her back to me, ignoring me.
"Anyway, we're much relieved to see you're alright. We were worried you'd die in prison." Elijah looked at my
ragged clothes with a pained expression.
"So you really came to rescue me! Let's get out of here first, or things might get complicated."
"No! We don't have that kind of ability. Just getting in to visit her has already cost us a lot. There are
dozens of guards outside the passage; there's no way to escape. But there's one thing we need to ask you first: did you
really rape Emma?
" I believed they had already heard Emma's side of the story, and one was my confidante, the other, though
a young girl, was also my elder.
There was no way to deny it, so I had to confess that Nora had used Emma to
drug . Then I said, "Even if you can't understand, my love for Emma is real, and we're not
related by blood. If I can get Emma, I don't care what means I use."
"It's like trying to get a woman to understand men in this respect—it's like trying to find fish in a tree.
" Xiao Yi didn't say anything more, but Elia shook her head, sighed, and scolded, "The men of the Lavron family are really something!"
From this, I realized Elia seemed to know my father.
"Let me tell you first! What happened after you were arrested. The day Xiao Yi learned of your arrest,
she fought with Sheriff Marina to save you, was defeated and injured, and couldn't get out of bed for a week, almost ruining her
most precious feature. Afterwards, Perbodia outwardly tried to rescue you, but in reality, he bribed the authorities to
get rid of you. Within the gang, he used Emma's situation to attack you, calling you a beast who even raped his own sister. He incited
discontent within the gang, preparing to establish a new leader."
"Xiao Yi, I'm so sorry." Thinking of that imposing female sheriff, who had even injured Xiao Yi,
I felt a surge of anger. Grateful to Yi for risking her life to save me, I became even more determined to one day
capture Marina and teach her a lesson, to avenge my grudge.
As for Yi, that introverted little girl, she remained silent, perhaps still angry with me.
I then inquired with Elijah about the details of the gang's situation. The situation was more severe than I had anticipated. During my father's
illness, Perbodia had already seized power. My bloodline as the gang's successor, already lacking respect, had
further eroded my prestige; the situation was overwhelmingly in Perbodia's favor.
"I didn't expect Perbodia to be my opponent in this civil war, and I lost all
my chips from the start," I said with a bitter laugh. I was originally penniless; after a few days of daydreaming,
I back to square one.
"I know you've suffered a lot, but don't give up so easily," Elijah said, taking out a handkerchief to
wipe my dirty face, her concern evident.
"Do you have any alcohol on you?"
"Yes... but... even drinking won't solve the problem, I know that better than anyone
..." Although she was unmarried, Elijah, her face full of sorrow, tried to comfort me.
"Stop making excuses, just give it to me."
Reluctantly, Elijah took out her bottle, which I immediately snatched away. I
held it high above my head and gulped down several mouthfuls, then used the rest to wash my face, soaking my upper body completely.
"That feels good! I haven't washed my face in days. Elijah, who said I gave up? As long as I'm alive, I
can comeback. Now, let's figure out how to get out of here! You shouldn't be drinking anymore; you know alcohol is bad for your health.
" "It's so good that you have such determination. I was worried you'd become despondent." Seeing me
still able to smile despite my suffering, Elijah was greatly relieved.
"As long as I have money, I can get out of here," I said confidently.
"Our financial resources can't compete with Persephone's, and besides, you really have feelings for Emma... To distort the facts, we
'd need to spend far more money than Persephone."
Elia shook her head, rejecting my suggestion.
"Furthermore, raising funds in a short time means we can only sell at rock-bottom prices, and the cash we get might not even be
half of our total assets. And many documents are still in Persephone's hands."
Seeing our lack of solutions, Xiao Yi, who had been silent for a long time, flashed a menacing glint in her eyes and said, "Find some
helpers, let's break you out of prison."
Hearing Xiao Yi speak finally put my mind at ease.
"As a girl, you're always fighting and killing. First, heal your facial injuries. If you
have and can't get married, I don't want to support you for life."
I understood Xiao Yi's concern, but I didn't want her to take any more risks. Marina was skilled; breaking her out of prison would be
no easy feat .
Ignoring the thoughtful Yi gently stroking her cheek, I said, "No matter what, I can't expect you to spend money and effort to find
a solution for me. I'll write you a letter of authorization."
Luckily, Elijah had prepared paper and pen beforehand, and I quickly wrote the contents and signed it.
Before handing over the document, I said, "I'm very grateful for your help in my time of need, but there are a few things I
don't quite understand. How do you know my assets aren't as much as Pablodia's? And why did you rescue Yi in time
? Finally, we're not very close, so why were you willing to help me?"
"Do you consider me one of Pablodia's people?" Elijah was momentarily flustered, hesitant to speak, wanting
to explain but unsure where to begin.
"Then please tell me any other explanation."
"Rescuing Elena was purely coincidental. As for how much wealth you have, your father told her, and then
she told me. As for why I was willing to help, I actually had my own selfish motives. I wanted you to risk your life
to enter the No Return Island prison and rescue my adoptive father. Whether you believe me or not is up to you." Elijah looked
saddened by my suspicion, but she wasn't indignant.
"What Elijah said is true," Little Yi immediately explained.
"This thin piece of paper is my last bargaining chip. Now, I can only ask you to help me turn
the tide ." I apologetically grasped Elijah's hand. My father's loyal servant, Pablodia, had betrayed me,
and Emma might have the medicine to deal with me. Now, all I could do was believe her.
"Although I can't get you acquitted, I will definitely find a way to save your life. Once you're in
No Return Island Prison, please do everything you can to rescue my adoptive father. I will also use your money
to help you as much as possible. Take care of yourself in there."
After sending Elia and Xiao Yi away, I lay on the floor, thinking about what to do next. I finally saw a glimmer of hope in
my despair , though its light was so faint.
Although I didn't have any guarantees in exchange, I believed that Elia would never betray me.
After being taken back to the temporary prison, I didn't go to court again for another week. During this period, I didn't receive
any contact from Elia or Xiao Yi.
This time, people were allowed to attend the hearing, and what made me overjoyed was that one of my subordinates, the orc Moshiai
and Xiao Yi, were also there. Although we couldn't talk, the concern and worry in their eyes
still made my cold heart boil.
At least my brother is loyal, and although our time together was short, Xiao Yi is truly
family . The only thing I didn't see was Elijah in court.
I suspect the reason I was allowed to attend was because Elijah sold part of my assets. After
a series of behind-the-scenes transactions, Persephone could no longer maintain his power and conduct the trial behind closed doors.
And the figure I had been anxiously waiting for finally appeared
in court as a supplementary witness, holding a crumpled letter. Emma was still in mourning for her father, wearing a long, pure black
dress. Perhaps reflecting her inner pain, the dress she chose had no fancy butterflies or
lace trim.
Emma's cheeks were thin, her eyes red, clearly from recent crying, and she
avoided my gaze. Seeing her pitiful state, my heart broke.
Did she eat three meals a day? Did she sleep well every night? How had she survived the past month? Seeing how thin she had become,
I inwardly cursed myself for my carelessness. I hadn't even managed to protect my beloved
younger sister.
Then the prosecutor began questioning her, holding the clothes she was wearing when I raped her, and
the ropes that bound her.
She vividly recounted the events of that day, portraying me as a heartless beast, a
madman who only knew how to pervertedly abuse and torture his half-sister.
The prosecutor argued eloquently, "It's obvious that the defendant harbored deep resentment towards Miss Emma and her daughter for occupying
his home. He was filled with hatred and abused Miss Emma from a young age. When his father died, with no one to restrain
his lust, he erupted, disregarding morality and daring to violate the law by raping his own sister. His feelings for
Miss Emma were nothing but hatred, hatred, and more. This was a premeditated and
extremely brutal rape, a result of his hatred and lust."
Emma, a vulnerable woman, recounted in front of everyone how I had penetrated her, how I had
bound her, and how I had spat on her face. Overwhelmed with shame, she lowered her head as if guilty, her shoulders drooping limply. The audience, meanwhile, excitedly discussed the events, glancing back and forth between Emma and me. I pondered how Emma, with her seemingly pure, kind, fragile, and helpless appearance, could have attracted this beast within me, and how captivating the crime was. Watching Emma, tears welling in her eyes, trembling in the witness stand, first sobbing softly and then bursting into loud wails, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. If I could, I would rather be struck by the axe than let Emma continue to suffer this torment. When the prosecutor finished questioning, Emma, her face still wet with tears, raised her head and looked at me with her large, tender watery eyes, asking, "Brother, have you always hated Emma? Is that why you treated me like that? Is what you said in the letter true?" The letter? I hadn't written to Emma, so this letter she had must be a forgery, probably fabricated by Pablo to frame me. I desperately wanted to know what it contained, but I couldn't bear to ask Emma any more questions. My heart was bleeding, so I remained silent until the prosecutor finished his closing statement, and then I would give my own. The price of a night of pleasure was imprisonment. My beloved was so close, yet we were separated by iron bars. Looking back, I recounted my life story in court. I walked the underworld and never liked talking about my past. I didn't want anyone to know I was a child abandoned by my father. But … "The prosecutor says I hate Emma. She's the woman I hate most in the world, Nora Parthia's daughter How can I not hate her? " I asked myself, passion coursing through my veins. At that moment, my gaze met Emma's. Her eyes, though filled with fear and trepidation, still held a glimmer of trust. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I sensed a hint of affection in her eyes. "How could I not hate a sister like that? If you were me, wouldn't you hate her?" I looked around at the jury and all the spectators. "If my hatred for her is the height of a small mound!" I exclaimed, gesturing wildly, "My love for her is higher than the sky!" "She never looked down on me, her poor older brother. Even with animals like cats and dogs, seeing them abandoned, injured, and homeless on the streets, she would care for and cherish them with boundless love. She was like a loving goddess to Father's followers. In my entire life, only she grieved for me and shed tears for me when Mother passed away. If I were to die a violent death on the street one day, besides my beloved sister, I can't think of anyone else who would shed a single tear for me." "But I'm not a normal person. My love and hate for Emma are intertwined, and the form I express it is through sexual abuse. Why did I rape her, bind her, and torture her? Not because of hatred, but because of my twisted love. " "Emma, do you know how happy I was when that bitch said your father was someone else? Because I wouldn't have to watch you fall into another man's arms as your brother. I could be your man, your husband . Believe me, we're not related by blood. You won't have to bear the sin of incest." I, who remained unmoved even with a powerful enemy before me, now asked timidly, "This time, it's my turn to ask you: do you still like this brother? Even if he's a sadistic pervert." Having expressed my inner passion, I had no regrets, whatever the outcome. I said I had faith in the future , but the possibility of life imprisonment or the death penalty remained. I had no idea whether Elia could help me . I dared not look at Emma's face, and I was afraid to hear her negative answer. How could a normal, kind, and loving girl like a perverted brother? Perhaps I really was just indulging in wishful thinking, as that bitch Nora said. "Brother..." The voice that answered me wasn't filled with anger and hatred, but rather with helplessness tinged with forgiveness . I nodded.

Seeing an expression never before seen on Emma's face—an expression of love and courage.
"Brother… Emma is so scared! You were so strange that day. I've had nightmares every night since…
I'm so scared… but when I wake up in the morning, my underwear is soaked. I'm terrified by this, but Emma
can feel the love you express through the ropes beneath your crazy exterior. Perhaps I was
captured by your twisted love that day, and became a twisted person myself. Can I believe in your love, brother? Are you willing to discipline me
?"
The courtroom was silent; everyone was too shocked to move by this unexpected turn of events.
Emma left the witness stand and walked towards me with heavy steps, unconcerned about
my stench and disheveled appearance through the iron bars, raising her head to offer her red lips.

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