Hailanxing

Keenkram, a land favored by the gods. Apart from the supreme gods and demons,
five intelligent races live on this continent: humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, and dragons.

Humans, with a lifespan of 100-150 years, can use martial arts and magic. With a population of fifteen million, they are the dominant ethnic group on the continent of
Keenkram . They occupy the vast majority of the fertile lands, divided into
four major powers: the three great kingdoms of Lovi and La, Sa or Haikaokanglilu, and As, and the Free City Alliance in the south.

The Winged Ones, with a lifespan of 1000-1200 years, are said to have been granted wings and divine power by the gods upon those favored by them
, representing their rule over the continent. When Winged Ones fight or are emotionally agitated, a pair of
wings composed of elements sprouts from their backs, possessing magical power comparable to that of high-ranking elves. Adult Winged Ones possess their own special skills.
In the year 1533 of the Light Calendar, there were 15,786 Winged Ones on the continent.

Perhaps the gods favored women more, for there is a 50% chance that the children of ordinary human men and winged women will be
winged, while the children of winged men and ordinary human women will always be ordinary humans.

Orcs, with a lifespan of 70-100 years, are physically strong but cannot use magic. They usually resemble humans,
but some of their organs possess beast-like characteristics. In battle, they can transform into beasts, increasing their combat power by 150%-300% and gaining
access to their unique skills. Approximately 10,000 or so live in the northern wastelands of the continent. They are divided into lion,
wolf, tiger, and eagle clans based on their beast-like characteristics.

Elves, with a lifespan of 600-3000 years, have pointed ears and handsome appearances. They are physically weak but
possess an excellent aptitude for magic. The elf race is divided into nine ranks from bottom to top. Legend says that first-rank elves have a lifespan of 3000 years,
but the most numerous ninth-rank elves only have a lifespan of 600 years. Elves can form contracts with humans to enhance their
magical power. Currently, their population is 200,000, scattered throughout the mountains and forests.

Dwarves, with a lifespan of 800-1000 years, are only two-thirds the height of humans and are skilled weapon crafters. Their population is approximately
2 million, scattered throughout the continent.

Dragons, with a lifespan of 3000-9000 years, possess extremely high magic resistance and powerful physiques; they are near-godlike beings,
their numbers unknown.

Half-orcs, half-elves, are a mixed race of humans, orcs, and elves. They have low social status and are widely used as
servants .

Job advancement: Apprentice Swordsman – Junior Swordsman –
Intermediate Great Swordsman – Sword Master – Senior Swordsman – Sword Saint. Apprentice Mage – Junior Mage – Intermediate Mage – Great Mage – Archmage – Archmage. Attendant
– Apprentice Priest – Priest, Divine Warrior – High Priest, Divine Knight, Divine Knight – Messenger – Temple Master, High Priest, Elder .

Eve of Maple

Forest Castle . Vandina. Crivedo, the second daughter of Count Crivedo. The Crivedo family is
one of the oldest noble families in the Kingdom of Lovigila, possessing noble lineage. Count and Countess Crivedo have five children: their
eldest son Victor, eldest daughter Helen, Eve, her twin sister Sarah, and their younger brother Charlie, who is four years younger than them.
Compared to the typical Lightwing couple who have only one or two children, the Crivedo family is quite large.

Victor, the eldest son, was transferred to the northern frontier to defend against the orcs 150 years before Eve was born, and Eve never
met her 163-year-older brother. No new members were born into the Crivedo family for 149 years after his birth,
but Victor gained four more siblings between 1503 and 1521 of the Calendar of Light. Apart from Victor, the entire
Crivedo family lived on their ancestral fiefdom—Great Maple Forest Castle.

Great Maple Forest Castle is extremely hot in the summer, making it difficult to sleep even at midnight. I went to the garden for a while to enjoy
the night breeze, then felt sleepy and went back to my room to go upstairs to sleep.

As I passed the stairwell, I heard some strange noises coming from behind the door. I paused, startled. Only
Sarah . The maids would all be resting at this hour. Who could it be? I quietly went to the door and peeked inside.

Through the crack in the door, I could vaguely see Sarah and Little John embracing intimately.

Little John was Old John the carpenter's youngest son, 18 years old, and a half-orc.

It seemed they had been making out here for quite some time. Sarah's clothes were half off, revealing most of her snow-white skin.
She was panting softly, her eyes gazing at Little John with watery eyes, and a pair of shimmering white wings hung down her back.

Little John gently rolled up Sarah's nightgown to her waist. Between her two crystal-clear, jade-like legs, the skirt's
shadow obscured her view, but the thin nightgown was damp. Sarah moaned softly as she unbuckled
Little John's belt.

John laid Sarah on the ground, lifting her legs slightly apart so they were wrapped around his waist,
revealing her wet vulva. Sarah's face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and she breathed softly, "No...don't do this...
" John, however, admired her writhing flower, his right hand caressing her smooth, soft abdomen, his fingertips teasingly
tracing .

"Mmm...ah..." Sarah bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling, uttering a murmur that was both helpless and excited.
I watched, my heart pounding, my gaze shifting to John's lower body. John's penis
was already erect, ready to charge at any moment.

John's penis rubbed and touched Sarah's labia lightly, brushing against them. Sarah's body burned like fire, aroused by the heat, both
ashamed anxious. She moaned softly, "Ah...so...so hot...you...you...don't...don't tease me anymore...
I...ah..." Her delicate petals bloomed a breathtaking crimson, nectar flowing endlessly,
soaking John's genitals and making them glisten.

Seeing Sarah's expression of desperate restraint, a mixture of sorrow and shyness, John's passion
surged softly and thrust into her petals. Although his penis was already slippery from the nectar,
the orc's unusually large size was still too overwhelming for Sarah's small, exquisite vagina. With each
thrust, Sarah trembled and cried out.

John chuckled, "Little slut, do you know how powerful this is...take it easy..." As he spoke,
he reached out and caressed Sarah's smooth, tender breasts, playing with them with pleasure. Sarah felt a tingling sensation in her chest, her body went limp, and she moaned
softly , "You... ah... you... hurry up... don't worry about me..."

Little John ignored Sarah, pinching her two cherry-like erect nipples and rubbing them back and forth with his thumb and forefinger.
Sarah lightly punched Little John's chest with her fist, saying coquettishly, "You... you're so annoying... don't... don't wait for me...
then... then... ah!

ah..." After Little John played with her nipples for a while, she couldn't bear it anymore and gasped for breath again.

Seeing Sarah's burning passion, John thrust repeatedly into her, like an advancing army,
each penetration bringing Sarah even greater pleasure.

"Ah...ah! Ah, ah, um..." Sarah, overwhelmed by the young orc's love,
moaned in a daze, her delicate breasts pressing against his hairy chest, feeling the powerful masculine
presence. Their faces met, and they immediately began to kiss passionately, their unrestrained sounds turning into deep, seductive moans.

John suddenly pulled away from her lips, rising to a kneeling position, lifting Sarah's legs and hoisting them onto his shoulders,
his hands supporting her slender waist. Their joined bodies arched high, making continuous sizzling sounds, and a bright red
object could be seen constantly entering and exiting the tender secret place of the young girl. Overwhelmed with shame, I watched this lewd scene, my heart
pounding , my body huddled together, thinking, "Sarah and John are doing this...it's amazing...ah! I
...I..." Seeing Sarah's entranced, blissful state, I couldn't help but feel my face burning, my legs clamping tightly together.

John thrust with all his might, reaching the peak of his excitement, when suddenly he pressed down on Sarah's knees, pushing forward with a jolt, his knees
hitting her breasts as if to flip her over.

"Ah! Ah, ah...so...so good...mmm..." Sarah's body arched as John pushed her,
her penis swaying back and forth with each thrust, as if floating in the sky.

Sarah's back was on the ground, her white feathers swaying back and forth, her breasts squeezed to the sides by her knees,
fragrant sweat splattering, some dripping from her nipples. John pressed one arm across the inside of her knees, while his other hand
played with her soft, white buttocks, caressing and kneading them, his hands warm and soft.

"Ah!" Sarah was overwhelmed by pleasure, panting heavily from the relentless onslaught.
She cried out in a pained voice, "Ah...I...I...umm...no...I really can't take it anymore...Brother...Brother...I
...ah..." Little John gasped for breath, increasing the speed of his thrusts, like a storm, driving Sarah to a frenzy of excitement.
Her goddess-like figure appeared even more fragile, her head swaying wildly, sweat pouring down her face . She couldn't utter a word, only
her silvery moans jingling.

I peeked through the crack in the door and heard Sarah's moans growing more rapid, my heart pounding louder and louder. I was so ashamed I
didn't know what to do. I wanted to leave, but for some reason, I couldn't control myself.

In the stairwell, Little John's excitement reached its peak. With a thrust, his semen burst forth like a stampede of horses,
violently penetrating Sarah's body. Sarah trembled violently, as if a raging wave had thrown her into
the air , and for a moment she lost consciousness.

"Ah...ahhh!" The high-pitched cries subsided slightly as Sarah's face collapsed to the ground, panting heavily .
Her sweat-dampened blonde hair clung to her body, dripping from her forehead and the ends of her hair, still
reeling from the passion. As soon as John withdrew his penis, a torrent of fluid gushed from between Sarah's legs, some clear, some cloudy, some
bubbling . I couldn't help but blush and my heart pound.

Sarah, her face flushed, lay on the ground, panting, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. John, panting, reached out with his right hand,
touching Sarah's clenched petals, collecting some of the fluid. His palm caressed Sarah's youthful body,
leaving a glistening wet patch wherever it touched.

My legs were weak, my whole body limp. Seeing my sister, who looked almost exactly like me, in such a lewd
state, my body resonated with her.

While I was lost in thought, Sarah lazily and weakly propped herself up, lowering her head towards John's lower body,
her hands playing with his resting member. Under Sarah's caresses and massage, his penis
gradually hardened again. Sarah's red lips parted slightly, her fragrant tongue lightly licking the erect tip. Her lips
moved forward, kissing and licking it tenderly, the touch indescribably gentle. His penis, wet and glistening, made even more slurping sounds in Sarah's
mouth .

John trembled, suddenly sitting up and wrapping his arms around Sarah's neck, thrusting his hips, pumping in and out of Sarah's mouth
. Sarah used every technique imaginable—sucking, blowing, kneading, and rubbing—on John's penis.
Enveloped by her warm lips and tongue, John felt an indescribable pleasure, his lower body already fully prepared for a passionate encounter.

"Mmm...uh..." Sarah responded to John's thrusts, her neck swaying slightly, her delicate tongue
tirelessly licking in circles, nearly causing his fiery member to erupt each time.

Seeing this, my heart burned with rage. I unconsciously touched my crotch; it was already soaked with sweat,
the hem especially damp, clearly having been overflowing for some time. My heart pounded, my cheeks burned, my thoughts were in turmoil,
and I murmured to myself, "Really...is it comfortable?" My fingers trembled slightly as I slipped them under my skirt to dry them,
then tentatively inserted my right index finger into the wet opening. Beads of sweat appeared on my delicate skin, and I gasped,
"Ah...ah..."

The already warm, moist walls of my flesh, filled with desire, tightly gripped my fingers. My left hand also slid under my skirt,
kneading my silky thighs. "I'm not a slutty woman...I can't...stop..."
The thought suddenly popped into my head.

His index finger, however, didn't hesitate, uncontrollably stirring within the narrow opening, the wet sounds
filling the air .

"Mmm...uh..." With her mouth stuffed full of John's, Sarah could only utter muffled sounds. John
held Sarah's back, caressing her delicate body, breathing softly as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Sarah's
mouth was filled with his kisses, and with John constantly teasing the most sensitive parts of her body, she became increasingly aroused. She closed
her eyes to suckle recklessly, swallowing the tip of his penis and sucking hard.

"Ugh...I...no...ah...ah..." My mind struggled, but my body helplessly
betrayed me. My long dress was soaked with sweat, highlighting my youthful breasts, and my legs were splattered with sticky
nectar. His fingers freely entered and exited my honeyed opening. Incredible pleasure surged forth, my mind and body unable
to cooperate , my attempts to refuse seemed to turn into incoherent moans of desire.

John reveled in Sarah's oral caresses, his lower body throbbing with pleasure. His right hand, however, explored her
groin, his hairy fingers becoming wet. Sarah, doubly stimulated, her heart pounded,
her voice grew hoarse, her brows furrowed. Suddenly, she released John's wet, sticky penis, panting softly, pleading, "I
want it again..."

Her words were incredibly seductive. John, who was about to ejaculate in her mouth,
lost control, his blood rushing to his head. A stream of white fluid gushed out, splashing unreservedly onto her yearning face
.

"Oh my...!" I exclaimed in surprise, startled. Sarah's eyes were wide open, her face
covered in semen, and a few drops of white fluid clung to the corners of her mouth, indicating that a considerable amount had been sprayed into her mouth as well. A surge of intense shame and
a strange sensation suddenly coursed through my lower body, and a wave of lewdness washed over me.

The next morning, I avoided Sarah, wondering if she had recognized my voice from the night before. Every time I
saw Sarah, my face flushed and my heart raced. Sarah seemed not to have heard my last sound, remaining
as lively and cheerful as ever.

Her long yellow silk dress paired with a beige vest perfectly accentuated her figure, and her long golden hair, tied
in a bun, bounced behind her, radiating youthful energy. I could hardly
reconcile the bright young woman before me with the lewd scene of the previous night.

The entire morning passed as usual, spent in the garden learning basic magic and music with Sister Helen,
court etiquette and dance with Lady Hua Lian, and listening to Teacher Fu Ke Ruo recount literature and continental history... everything
was as usual.

The afternoon was the hottest time of day, and also our nap time. I said "Good afternoon" to Sarah
and went into my room. Sarah followed me in.

"What's wrong? Go back inside."

Sarah smiled brightly, then suddenly hugged me tightly from behind, kneading my breasts, which almost startled me.

"Sarah, what are you doing? Don't play pranks."

"This isn't a prank, it's punishment for your sister."

"Punishment?"

"That's right, you were the one peeping last night, weren't you?"

Sarah turned my face to kiss me, her tongue forcing its way through my teeth like a snake, entering my mouth and intertwining with
Sarah 's tongue.

"Mmm... mmm..."

I was stunned by the hug and kiss from my twin sister. I had hugged Sarah countless times, but
this the first time in my life I had ever been in this situation, and strangely, I didn't feel any disgust.

My clothes were taken off without me realizing it, and I lay completely naked on the bed. Sarah also pressed
herself against me , licking my lips, neck, ears, breasts, nipples, armpits... I felt excited. Finally,
when Sarah sucked on my overflowing labia, I quickly reached orgasm.

"Ah... Sister's body smells so good..."

Sarah used her lesbian techniques to completely subdue me.

"So this is what it feels like..."

I finally regained my senses and asked, "Sarah, when did you find out about me?"

"I heard you when you opened the door, but I wasn't sure. When I heard your voice, I knew it was
you!"

"Then..."

"Don't worry," Sarah smiled when she saw me hesitate, "John didn't find out about you, he's not that smart
!"

"How long have you been together? I mean, like last night..." I asked another question.

"About two weeks, on the night of the birthday party..." Sarah told me about her
relationship with John.

July 18th, a month ago, was my and Sarah's birthday. Our father held
a grand .

Sixteen years old, in high society, represents the beginning of formal social interaction. The ball, held by the Earl, the governor of Chigao Province
and the most powerful noble family, was extremely luxurious, and all the high-ranking officials and nobles of Chigao attended.
During no one noticed Sarah slipping out and encountering John, who was peeking from outside. They tasted the forbidden fruit, and from
then on, they met almost every night. What surprised me most was that it wasn't just John; Sarah also
had relationships with several other men.

"Are you crazy? What about the coming-of-age ceremony? You'll be burned at the stake!" According to the divine commandments, every
believer must remain chaste until they participate in the coming-of-age ceremony. The coming-of-age ceremony is
a rite of held every three years. All believers aged 16-18 who haven't participated can attend. Last year
, when I was 15, it happened to be held, and Sarah and I will have to wait two years until we're 18 to participate.

If it's discovered during the coming-of-age ceremony that one is not chaste, they will be burned at the stake for blasphemy. Although
most of the time it's just a formality that can be concealed, or one can bribe the priests to get away with it, these are only possible when
no one knows . If it becomes public knowledge, no one will dare to protect them. Sarah's
unbridled relationship with several men simultaneously is extremely dangerous.

"Don't worry, my dear sister is here for you! I'm using your name!"

"What..."

"Haha!" Sarah laughed at my nervous look. "Don't worry, I was just joking.
But isn't my special skill coming in handy?"

Besides having a stronger sense of the elements than ordinary people, Winged People also possess their own special skills. Each Winged Person
's special skill is different and will manifest upon reaching adulthood. My special skill is "Moonlight Flowing Water,"
a legendary ability of the Moon Goddess, a handmaiden of the God of Light. I only mastered it this spring, and no one else
knows about it except Sarah. As a divine technique, "Moonlight Flowing Water" is said to temporarily grant the recipient a god-like
body. Although I can't fully unleash the power of this divine skill to grant the recipient divine power, I can make them
as holy as a god, at least allowing them to pass the coming-of-age ceremony openly and honestly.

"I don't care about you!" I rolled my eyes at Sarah, feeling relieved.

Sarah snuggled against me, teasing my body. My body quickly became aroused again, and just as I
began to actively respond to her movements, Sarah stopped and lay down on my bed to sleep.

"Hey!" I nudged her shoulder, my face flushed, half from annoyance and half from
lingering physical desire.

"Ugh... I want to sleep..." Sarah mumbled in response.

"Go back... this is my room... go back to sleep..." No matter how I nudged her,
Sarah remained fast asleep.

I reluctantly lay down beside her, but Sarah took up most of the bed and kept pushing against me, eventually knocking
me off.

"Hey—" I stood by the bed and nudged her, "What do you want..."

"Go sleep in my room... the door's unlocked..." Sarah mumbled, unresponsive to my attempts to dissuade
her.

Left with no other choice, I put on my nightgown, opened the door, and prepared to sleep in Sarah's room.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, Sarah jumped out of bed, slammed the door shut, and immediately locked
it. Her silvery laughter rang out from the other side of the door, but no matter how much I knocked, there was no answer.

As I opened the door, someone hugged me from behind, their hands expertly working, one
grasping my breast, the other carefully exploring my genitals. My body trembled as if electrocuted.
"Who is it?"

"Sarah, it's me." My heart seemed to suddenly relax; was this Sarah's plan? Then he
bit my ear, my head resting against his body, and he scooped me up and tossed me onto the bedroom bed. I
saw his face; he was a man in his thirties. He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him, but it didn't matter.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the moment.

He was wicked, his tongue wicked, from my mouth to my nipples, all with a gentle touch. The itchy
sensation drove me crazy; my vagina was instantly wet with desire. His right hand slipped under my skirt,
caressing , while his left hand pressed against my breast, pinching my nipple. An electric current surged through
me, making my heart pound.

Seeing my reaction, he grew bolder, swiftly and cleanly removing my clothes.
Naked , my body twisted on the bed, and he kept turning me towards him. He had already pulled
down his pants, revealing a penis hanging at his waist—quite large, to be honest. I unconsciously reached out and grasped it; it wasn't
fully erect.

His movements gradually became rougher. He leaned closer, bringing his penis to my mouth. Good heavens! Never having tried
this before I instinctively turned my head away, but he immediately pulled it back, continuing to
thrust his penis into my mouth. This time, I didn't resist, taking it into my mouth just like Sarah had done the night before.

His penis grew larger under my sucking; it was so thick, its salty, slightly masculine
scent captivating me.

I sucked on it with all my might, licking its head with my tongue and holding his testicles in my mouth with my lips. I don't know
why I was so engrossed; I had never done anything like this before.

He became excited by my oral sex: "Oh... Sarah... your mouth is so lewd, you seem to be a genius
little slut!

Oh..." As he spoke, he was still pinching my budding nipples, which were already hard.
Stimulated by his words, I worked even harder, taking his almost slender penis completely into
my mouth , feeling how full it was.

He continued to tease me with his words: "Baby, I've wanted you for so long! Haha! Seeing how hard you're working
, I'll repay you properly later, I'll definitely fuck you well." After saying that, he suddenly pulled his penis
out of my mouth.

"Oh..." I couldn't help but groan, as if someone had taken something precious away from me. His lewd
words excited me, and why I was excited surprised me. I, from a prestigious family, was actually doing such a thing;
oral sex was something I couldn't imagine.

He pressed himself against me, kissing me roughly, his thick penis grinding against the entrance of my vagina. I
held him passionately, feeling the pleasure he brought to every part of my body.

Caught off guard, his penis suddenly plunged into my vagina. "Ugh...ugh..." I cried out, oh my god!
The sudden pain made me close my eyes tightly, shake my head, and bite the sheets with my lip.

He began to thrust, from slow to fast, from light to heavy. Soon after he started, the pain of being a virgin
had transformed into a longing to be penetrated.

"Ugh..." Being a novice, I had no experience whatsoever. But the flesh surrounding his penis
moved naturally, enticing him to go deeper. "Ah..." My moans turned into cries, and I arched my back
to receive his penis. "Ah..."

My cries became almost sobbing, my body felt like it was floating on clouds, the pleasure rising in my vagina making
me tremble and shudder as I reached orgasm.

"My darling, look at you, so slutty. What, hasn't a man fucked you in a long time? I
've had my turn for a while, how come you've already orgasmed? Hmm, is it good? Noble lady!" Am I really slutty? I
writhed my body to his words, enjoying the pleasure his penis brought me.

"Who is he?"

"Jerritt, or Jemick, I can't remember. He's in the guard. Don't judge a book by its cover, his
sex drive is stronger than any orc's. He's been bothering me these past few days."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, at least three or four times a day!"

"That many times?" I was surprised, thinking of the guard who wasn't very strong. "And
what about Little John?"

Sarah sighed. "He's eighteen now, and they say seventeen or eighteen is the age when orcs have the strongest
sex drive They'll even want to insert their penis into a hole in the wall."

"Heh, actually, it's not just orcs, humans are like that too."

"But the people around him are a problem. I'm trying to avoid provoking him, but he
looks at me like a beast, and as soon as we meet, he wants to have sex with me. He doesn't care where we are!"

Sarah discovered Little John's problem a week ago, ever since she and Little John had sex. Little John's
eyes had taken on a wild desire when he looked at women. Especially when he saw Sarah, even in the garden or on
the stairs , he would immediately pull Sarah to a secluded place to have sex.

“I’m always worried he’ll pounce on any woman he sees.”

Sarah’s exaggerated description only aroused my sympathy: “He’s in
a state of sexual frustration, and you’re teasing him, of course he can’t control himself. Half-orcs his age are most
interested , you should know that.”

“If that were all, it wouldn’t be so bad, but…”

“Is there another problem?”

“He might… peep.”

The window of my and Sarah’s room faces the garden, and you can climb from the garden to the window.

“Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

Sarah shook her head. “I saw it clearly! I don’t want anyone spying on my room!”

“How could that be…”

“Maybe his desires are at their peak…”

“To suspect him without evidence is unfair to John, isn’t it?”

“I only noticed it once. It was the night before last. I was sleeping in my room when a
dark shadow . I got up to look, and just then the shadow disappeared…”

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes, I am."

"Weren't you asleep? Why did you wake up?"

"I wasn't asleep at that time."

"What were you doing?"

"Really...do you even need to ask? I wasn't alone!"

"This..." I couldn't speak.

Sarah's sexual skills were extremely high. After seeing her performance last night and this afternoon, I had no doubt about that.
Considering that she was still a virgin half a month ago, I could imagine how she had spent the past two weeks.

"Ah..." We were originally lying face to face, caressing each other's breasts or genitals, but Sarah suddenly turned
my body over to lie face down, and then straddled me, making me unable to move.

"Ouch! What are you doing?"

"Hehe, I have a new idea."

Sarah twisted my hands behind my back, tied them together with a silk scarf, and whispered
her plan in my ear.

"What is this? I don't want to!"

From childhood to adulthood, when we played together, Sarah was always the one in control. This was the first
time .

"Hehe, I think a little bit of masochism wouldn't be bad, right?"

After Sarah tied my hands, she spread her legs and lifted her waist.

“No, it’s embarrassing… I’m your sister…”

“There’s nothing embarrassing about it. Just now, when I used this thing, you rolled your eyes and moaned, and came many times. I
want my sister to have some more pleasure.”

“That would kill me. Besides, it’s time to go have afternoon tea…”

“Don’t worry, there’s still plenty of time.”

Sarah took out a fake wooden double-headed phallus and inserted one end into her own body. “Let’s begin!”
Sarah spread my buttocks apart and thrust her lower body forward forcefully, inserting it to the root with a “plop.”

“Ah… um…”

“Scream, moan…”

Sarah used the fake phallus to rape her twin sister, while simultaneously experiencing sadistic excitement. The fake phallus was
very , filled with elastic animal glue, and the joint was elastic, so it could
be used in various ways regardless of the position of each vagina.

“Ugh… ah…” I quickly let out a moan of pleasure, and sweat appeared on my smooth skin.

The fake phallus, like a real penis, performed piston-like movements, each time bringing out a large amount of nectar that flowed onto
the sheets .

"Ah... um..."

Seeing that I was about to reach my peak of arousal, Sarah suddenly pulled out the dildo, leaving an open, fleshy
hole overflowing with a fluid like rice water.

"Ah... what's going on?" I looked at Sarah with surprise.

Sarah smiled wickedly: "I think... someone who refuses to grant their sister's request shouldn't let her have
pleasure..."

"This... you..." I was surprised.

Sarah looked at my tearful expression and said, "Sister, I'm your only sister..."

"That's a different matter! Ah... hurry... ah..."

"Sister..." Akiko inserted it again, thrusting in and out two or three times in succession, and
pulled it out again when I twisted my body in arousal.

"Ah... no..."

"If sister can grant my request, I'll let sister have pleasure."

"Ah... Sarah... you're a devil..."

"Why am I a devil? There are very few sisters as considerate as me, why won't you
grant my request?"

"I don't want to... ah..."

After the third insertion, she began thrusting again, and soon pulled it out again. Each time, I felt extremely dissatisfied and
began to plead, "Please... let me cum first..."

"Hehe... Sister, are you agreeing to my request...?"

I finally gave in, "Ah... okay... so hurry..."

"Really agreed? You have to do whatever I say!"

"Okay... so hurry..."

"You have to swear."

"I swear in the name of the God of Light... I agree... hurry..."

"Okay! Sister, just enjoy it!"

Sarah penetrated me, twisting violently, while reaching down to caress my clitoris. I reached
the peak , letting out a beastly cry: "Oh... um... oh... ah..."

One orgasm followed another, Sarah's rhythm sometimes intense, sometimes slow. After ten minutes of
this , I reached twenty orgasms, finally passing out.

"You must never forget your swearing." Sarah said, then happily went back.

"Really... I fell for it again..." I bit my lip, watching Sarah leave. I had promised to seduce Little John and prevent him from succeeding, to see just how far

his desire could go. “I’m so stupid, why did I have to seduce a half-orc…” “I’m her sister… but every time it’s me being used by her…” I muttered to myself. I always listened to her, it was like a master-slave relationship. No matter what, I couldn’t resist Sarah. Even if I refused, I would still give in in the end, just like before. “Ah… why can’t I resist Sarah?” In the game of desire , I put on the silk lily dress that had been imported from Haifa this year and styled my hair in the most popular style in Lonsa this year. My naked body under the white dress was still enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm, and my body was still excited. The cool silk rubbed against my slightly swollen pink nipples, bringing waves of pleasure. Sarah said that my body was very sensitive, and that I could easily reach orgasm and get excited easily, whether I was with her or that Jay or something. Sarah was already sitting at the small, milky-white round table, elegantly sipping the high-quality black tea from Asi, still wearing a pale yellow gauze dress, her long hair tied back in two braids. When she saw me, she gave me a strange look . I remembered our promise, my heart fluttered, and my face flushed slightly. I glanced back at her, greeted my father, mother, and sister Helen , and took my seat. My father never attended our afternoon tea; why was he here today? Sure enough, not long after I sat down, my father spoke, "Eve, next month is the Sea God Festival in Hailan, and I 've received an invitation. I hope you can attend in my place."

The annual Sea God Festival was the most important festival in Hyland, and almost all the nobles of the continent were invited.
This was definitely not the reason my father wanted me to go to Hyland. But I still respectfully agreed. "

I want to go too!" Sarah exclaimed. She was determined not to miss the chance to go to the most prosperous port city in all of Keenklam . My father glanced at my mother and readily agreed. Sarah couldn't hide her excitement and kicked my foot under the table. "Marquis Made of Hyland is my friend. You don't need to rush back. You can stay with him for a few more days and bring back some things," my father added casually. This should be the main point of our trip. In the following days, my mother and sister Helen gave us many instructions, and Sarah was busy preparing for the trip and didn't have time to bother me. I breathed a sigh of relief and focused on preparing my things. On August 11th, 1533 of the Calendar of Light, the large traveling group set off. In addition to Sarah and me, there were 4 maids and 28 male servants. My father sent a squadron of cavalry to protect us. What surprised me most was that Little John was also in the group. Sarah watched me from a distance, secretly laughing. Great Maple Forest Castle was located in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Rovijira, about a twenty-day journey to Hailan in the south. Except for the Weize Forest at the border between the two countries, the area was densely populated, so there was plenty of time . Along the way, Sarah used various excuses to bring Little John to her side, but never let him succeed. She often lifted my skirt when I wasn't looking, wetting my clothes, letting Little John admire my exposed legs and half-hidden breasts. After a few days, Little John's eyes were filled with tears, he breathed heavily, and his gaze seemed to want to devour me whole. The four maids all kept their distance from him. After eleven days of travel, we left Rovijira and entered the territory of the Free City Alliance. The Weize Forest was just a sparse patch of forest, and it seemed it would disappear soon. That night, we camped on a clearing by the river. After being bathed by four maids, I returned to my tent. Among the group, only Sarah and I could enjoy hot water; the others had to go downstream to the river to bathe. I lay lazily on the comfortable mat, my hands unconsciously rubbing against my burning cheeks. For ten days, I had been constantly exposed to Little John, not only tormenting him but also pushing my body to its limit. Since that time, I hadn't had any contact with a man. Sarah slept in the same tent with me every day but hadn't touched me, and my desire had been building up. Just now, when Little John's eyes were fixed on my bare legs, my clitoris had become glistening with dew. "Shh, shh, shh..." My hands slipped into my silk robe, sliding down my collarbone to my lower body, then moving to my increasingly full breasts. Then, as my fingertips traced the peaks of my breasts, I felt a faint electric current rise up my spine. "Mmm... ah..." I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, my hands remaining still against my chest. Unbuttoning the robe covering my breasts, I saw a small, protruding bump rising from the pale pink areola, slowly becoming more pointed. The nipple stood erect; I'd never seen such a clear change before. My hands began to move again. "Shh, shh, shh..." The white silk robe made a rustling sound. Because I didn't want to make too much noise, I was extremely careful with my touch, but even so , this slight contact ignited a burning desire within me. My hands moved from my chest to my lower abdomen, down to my toes, and then back again. My healthy calf muscles slowly opened, and my hands slid from between my bent knees to the inside of my thighs, all the way to the girl's private parts. Just then ... "Mmm, ah..." A tight pressure arose from my mature waist, forcing me to close my legs. "Chirp!" A few drops of foam appeared from the honeypot between my legs. This extremely itchy, tingling, and incredibly sweet sensation spread from my waist. Suddenly… I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. “Who?” I asked tremulously, too afraid to turn around. Immediately, I heard a familiar voice—Sarah’s healthy, energetic voice. “Ha-ha-~ It’s Sarah.” “It’s you! What…” My heart was still pounding, and I replied curtly. “Why are you talking like that? I came back because I was worried about you…” “Worried about what?” I racked my brains, trying to think of something that could possibly cause Sarah, with her childlike nature, to worry. Sarah leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Someone’s spying on you behind the tent…” “Thump!” My earlier worry resurfaced, and for a moment, my heart felt like it had stopped. "Really?" "It's Little John! I saw him crouching behind the tent, you just keep going... let's do it together..." "Together, with you..." Hearing Sarah's unexpected invitation, I didn't think about how to answer first, but instead loudly scolded Sarah: "What nonsense are you talking about, you idiot! Anyway, I'm not in the mood ..." My mind flashed back to the heart-pounding experience just now, "Were we... seen?" A strange and intense pleasure swept through my body. "Not in the mood... at least a little bit, right?" Sarah comforted my body. "Hmm, it seems..." Sarah seemed to have seen through my thoughts, although her answer was quite ambiguous, she unconsciously gave me a positive response. Hearing my answer, Sarah happily said to her: "That's right! That's more like it!" I secretly cried out in my heart that I was in trouble, but it was too late. "This, I said, I don't..." "What? You promised me..." Sarah rubbed her breasts through the thin nightgown she was wearing. "Sister! Look, look, the little boss is standing up now!" Sarah exclaimed exaggeratedly. The fabric of her nightgown was thin, so her erect were immediately very noticeable. "Oh, I see..." I looked at Sarah's full breasts and the nipples that were pushing up high from under her nightgown. I smelled a hint of sensuality, and my heart naturally raced. "How is it? Can you see it?" "Yes, I can see it..."

“So next…”

“Shh… hiss…” Sarah reached out and untied the belt of her nightgown, revealing her fair and round breasts, white and
fluffy like freshly steamed cakes.

“Hey, now you understand! My nipples are erect right now!”

“Gulp…” Startled by Sarah’s explicit words, I made an
unpleasant sound and swallowed hard. A strange throbbing sensation lingered around my chest, growing
stronger .

“Hey! Do you understand now? Or not quite?”

After being asked again, I said excitedly, “I understand… I understand. Sarah’s
nipples are standing straight up…”

“What about you, sister? How are you? Are your nipples erect?”

I felt a little uncomfortable being asked that. After turning slightly in bed, my nipples
rubbed against the inside of my nightgown, and the same sensation returned, running down my spine.

"Ah..."

"What's wrong?"

The left breast suddenly stood up, and I could feel the tip of the breast pushing up the fabric,
clearly feeling the "erection.

" "Um, um... the left... the left breast... stood up..."

"Really?..." Sarah chuckled softly, "Yeah, so you're getting excited too
..." Sarah stroked her breasts through her clothes again, this time paying special attention to the nipples.

"I see!"

Although the exchange between the two was quite simple, I could tell that Sarah was very excited.
"Next, open your clothes..."

I opened the pajamas, which had already been divided into two pieces, revealing my small and delicate breasts.

"You... can you see them?"

"Yeah! I see them. Wow! Your breasts are so cute! Yeah! Small and delicate..."

Sarah shouted as if she were introducing them, and I felt a little embarrassed by her words.

"Don't... don't look at me like that..."

Sarah had unknowingly started the game, and after I understood the rules of the game, I used
the communication of voices to seduce Little John outside.

I felt an inappropriate gaze fixed on my exposed chest, and at the same time, I saw my twin
sister's well-developed breasts. A strange flutter filled her chest.

"Sister!"

"Thump!" Sarah's suddenly lowered voice felt like it had grabbed my heart.

"Wh-what..."

"It's about to begin..."

"Thump, thump!"

Hearing Sarah's announcement that it was about to begin, I stiffened with tension.

"Ready? Just follow my instructions! That will definitely make him uncomfortable
..." Sarah whispered. "Okay!"

"Well, first, rub your breasts..."

I hesitated for a moment, and in that instant, my nipples became erect. My hand rested on my
breasts, which moved up and down with my breath, and then I slowly and gently rubbed them... Because I was so nervous, I accidentally used
too much force, and my fingers sank into the unripe fruit. Developing breasts are especially sensitive, and even
a little too much force causes considerable pain. So, my fingers sank completely into my breasts, and gripping them tightly
caused intense pain.

"Hmm!"

"What's wrong?"

I moved my hand away from my chest. "It hurts! It hurts so much right after I rubbed my breasts
..."

"Ah! No! Don't treat a girl's body like a refugee. You have to be very gentle, very gentle
..."

Sarah's tone was like she was lecturing someone.

"How is it? Does it feel good?" Sarah asked me.

Around the area where my hand was rubbing, a
feeling like an itch, or like someone was tickling me, kept spreading, making it impossible to stay still and unable to stop. A wave of pleasure washed over my body.
The fingers that had been giving me an inexplicable itching sensation wove together waves of tingling sensation.

"It feels so good... This feels so good..."

Sarah then gave me another task, "Okay! That's enough about the breasts. Now, slowly move
your hand down... and then to the navel, this time above the navel..."

Following Sarah's instructions, after flat chest, I slowly stroked around the navel. Slightly
sweaty hands slid down to the abdomen, then back to the chest… The remote-controlled caresses stubbornly repeated, the girl's
slender hands feeling the newly awakened pleasure beneath her delicate skin.

“Next, the nipples!”

Receiving the next instruction, I moved my right hand, which had been resting on the edge of the pajamas button, back to her chest.

“First, pinch the little head between your thumb and forefinger and rub it vigorously!”

Rub and rub and rub and rub…

“Then, stroke the peak with your forefinger…”

Flick and flick…

“Mmm…” An urge to cry out surged up to my throat.

“Then, squeeze it a little tighter…”

I poured pressure into my two fingers as if I were scolding the arrogant little nipples.

“Ah!” My sensory center was struck by a sharp and sweet sensation, emitting a cute cry.

“Eek!”

“That’s the sound you make, understand?”

Although I felt like I was being played with and offered a silent protest, I didn’t want to stop this secret
lesson. Even if I wanted to stop, my feverish body probably wouldn't allow it!

"Touch your breasts again... Yes, yes, yes! Don't just touch one side! The other side too
... And don't forget your little head! Next, move your hand down to the side of your abdomen!"

I finally followed Sarah's every word completely, my buttocks wriggling on the sheets
.

"There... it's so hot between my thighs..." From that "hot" feeling to
the feeling of "wanting to touch," it didn't take long. "I want to touch there, I want to use my fingers to play with
the area ..." The unspeakable desire welling up from deep within my body had reached an unbearable point. But...
Yes, I don't know if Sarah understands my feelings, but she never gives me any indication that she'll touch my private parts.

"Hey! Sarah..."

"What is it?"

Her tone suggests she already knows, but is just pretending not to.

"Um, that... I..."

"What's wrong? Are you tired? Shall we call it a day?"

"No, no! It's not like that!"

I've strayed from my initial goal and am completely absorbed in this game.

"Um, this..."

"Um... there seems a little strange there..."

"There? Where?"

Of course, the answer is already clear, although I feel quite embarrassed, but Sarah
pretends not to know and insists that I clarify.

"There is there!"

"What are you talking about, sister! What do you mean there, here? How am I supposed to know if you don't explain clearly?"

"Hmm..."

Sarah seems determined to get me to specify the name of "there."

In my heart, there may be various factors causing inner turmoil and struggle, but in the end,
what often triumphs is the most direct and intense physical desire.

“That’s…”

“What is it?”

“Your little hole…”

“Pfft! It’s there! What’s wrong with it?”

“It…it’s so hot there!”

Sarah should have given some instructions by now, but instead of the expected
instructions, there was a moment of silence. I was so embarrassed that I was almost crying,
but I still mustered up my courage and said, “Next! What do we do next?”

Sarah seemed to realize that she had gone too far! So she said to her, “Want to touch it?”

I nodded like a child.

“Take off your nightgown!”

Then, I sat on the mattress, straightened my back slightly, and took off my nightgown in one go. The cool
air, my slightly hunched body, and my fair skin under the light created a pleasing sight.

“Haha! I see it! I see the jungle! I see it very clearly!”

“Ah…”

Seeing her cheeks, which were already red, become even redder, my expression didn’t
change , but her burning forehead was so red that it could evaporate water droplets. The exposed girl's private parts
revealed a deep vertical groove etched into the soft, swollen oval inner folds, like
a "crack," through which wisps of flesh could be seen. Sparse, soft golden hairs dotted the upper part of the cleft, not yet
"dense" or "lush." It would take time for them to grow so abundantly!

"He saw it! He saw it! Little John saw my most embarrassing spot!"

Through the tent, I could clearly feel Little John's gaze fixed on me. This
feeling made me very uncomfortable, and my private parts began to feel inexplicably sensitive.

Sarah couldn't help but make "hmm" sounds, and at the same time, she said to me in an even more teasing tone, "Your private parts
must be hot from touching them so much! It's okay, Sarah will blow on them for you!"

"Whoosh...whoosh..."

"Ah whoosh..."

The swaying grass in the wind seemed to make me deeply feel Sarah's caress. My not-yet-fully-mature body
suddenly trembled slightly, the vibrating sensation coursing through my entire body, and I involuntarily closed my legs tightly.

“You seem ready, right? First, touch that spot again, gently…”

“Mmm…” I spread my legs open again.

Just as my hand was about to reach its destination, Sarah spoke again, “Got it?
Just like when you touched my breasts, don’t be too hasty! You have to be slow, gentle, and approach little by little.”

“Mmm…”

I, who had been nodding vigorously just now, now tilted my head slightly to the left like a sleeping cat, letting Sarah
gently stroke my private parts with her hand. My entire triangular area was covered by her palm,
feeling the soft, slippery texture, and the muscles above my pubic bone twitching back and forth with the movement of her hand.
If you only described the sensation reaching my fingertips, it would be like the feeling of applying cold cream to my cheek.

“Sister, you’re about to drool down there too!”

Sarah said, and I quickly pulled my hand away from my private parts. Sure enough, there was a
small, shiny spot on my palm, as if it had been licked with a tongue.

Love fluid flowed out…

I shifted my gaze to between my legs, and there it was, the petals that had stubbornly clung together
had parted, revealing a crack that seemed to be smiling, and deep within the crack was a clear fluid. Pressing against my private parts, the fluid
immediately dispersed. A phenomenon I had only ever heard of before, I was finally able to see with my own eyes,
and I gasped in amazement. However, while the fluid was enough to moisten the crack, it was only a very small amount, not as
much as Sarah had described, to the point of being soaking wet.

“How is it? Does it feel wet down there?”

“Mmm…”

“Now, use your fingertips to gently scratch that crack.”

I slowly extended my right index finger to the almost hairless triangle, scratching
up .

“Mmm…”

When my fingertip touched the very bottom, I let out a nasal “Mmm.” As my fingertip moved along the crack,
it felt incredibly comfortable, a sweet, honey-like sensation that spread from my waist upwards. The first joint of my index finger , slipping into
the cleft rubbed against the inner mucous membrane of my vulva. The pleasure emanating from this spot,
amplified by the back-and-forth rubbing of my finger, highlighted the girl's intense sexual desire. Captive to this masturbation game, I
felt like I'd just received a new doll, relentlessly scratching the cleft. However, this action
only dispersed the fluid secreted from the fleshy cleft, making the surrounding area shiny.

As I continued to stroke my vulva, the secreted fluid flowed out continuously, in sync with the movement of my fingers
. Finally, even my fingers, which had been scratching my vulva, were now soaked with copious amounts of fluid! Between my
legs, my vulva, panting heavily, seemed to bear the fruit of a ripe maturation, continuously oozing
wanton juice.

"So much fluid is flowing out! The fluid keeps flowing from my private parts, making my fingers all wet
."

The overwhelming sexual urge made it almost impossible for me to speak.

"I feel like... ah... I can't hold back anymore."

I said in a voice that sounded almost painful, but the pain mingled with the wet
pleasure from my private parts, bringing me to orgasm. The unhurried, gentle caresses,
under finally took effect.

"Now, doesn't your private part feel unusually aroused? It feels very comfortable and pleasurable, right?"

Sarah's ruthless exposure of my feelings made me shy and silent for a long time.

But Sarah wouldn't give up, continuing, "It's normal to feel good there! There's nothing
to be embarrassed about."

"Mmm..." I nodded, forcing myself to remain shy.

“Next, use your fingers to spread your vulva open.”

“What?”

“It’s okay! Just do as I say.”

I murmured, repeating Sarah’s instructions, and extended two fingers, sliding them
into the cleft as Sarah instructed, then spreading them wide apart.

“Ah!”

After my mouthwatering vulva was spread open, the honey-like fluid that had been between the two labia
dripped out.

Coupled with the surge of excitement, the secretion seemed even more concentrated. This concentrated fluid was much thicker and more viscous than the clear fluid
from before . Slender fingers gently pried open
the cleft . The petals were thus compressed and deformed, becoming the shape of a wine glass.
Under the light, the private parts shone brightly, revealing a cone-shaped protrusion at the soft base. A little
further down, a small sphere could be seen, so
small that it could be completely covered by a single finger, and under the light, it could be faintly seen contracting back and forth
.

"How is it? Is it done?"

"Mmm..."

The mucous membrane flower blooming between my legs, gently and skillfully holding love fluid, exuded a rich fragrance of vibrant desire
, which, when inhaled, turned into a rapid panting breath, constantly pressing down.
However, no matter how much my body language expressed reluctance, or how much unnecessary
hesitation I hesitated to conceal it, it could not hide one fact... my body was ready for the next move.

"How is it? Don't you want to? Are you going to give up?"

"Okay! Let's insert it and see!"

"Mmm!" "

My feelings at that moment were like being completely submerged in water.
The middle finger, which had been pressing tightly against the edge of the crack to try and close it, finally loosened and gradually moved towards the center. Finally, my middle finger sank back into
the muddy crevice, feeling a soft touch, and my body suddenly lost all strength.

'Hoo...' The inside of my private parts felt like it was burning, as if it had been burning for a day and a night,
as if the inside of my private parts was melting. If my finger rubbed against the mucous membrane, it would feel a little painful... No, perhaps
it should be said that compared to scratching the crack, the friction of my finger brought me greater pleasure, and it kept
gushing out from the depths of my private parts. The inner walls of my private parts had layers of protrusions like washboards. I rubbed the inner walls back and forth with
my finger , and from time to time I made a 'glug, glug' sound.

'Hmm... It's in!'

'How does it feel? Is it comfortable?'" “

Ah…it’s been so comfortable since just now…”

I didn’t seem to be paying much attention to Sarah’s questions, excitedly rubbing the inner walls
of my private .

“It’s so hot…and wet.”

A strange atmosphere filled the tent. Sarah took off her nightgown, and like me,
touched where even more thick and sticky love fluid flowed out.

“Sarah…even Sarah is soaking wet…”

“Now it’s your turn, sister.”

Although it was Sarah’s request, I still stretched out my fingers and moved them to my private parts. Then my fingers began
to rub the clitoris back and forth, like rubbing your temples when you have a headache.

“Ah, I heard it…it’s making a ‘squeak’ sound from your private parts.”

After hearing Sarah’s explicit description, I unconsciously stopped my finger movements.

“Ah! No, no…I want to hear more…”

Urged on by Sarah, I started moving again!

“You’re even wetter than me now!” "

Sarah's voice came from between my legs. I knew Sarah was peeping at me from my feet, and
John grew increasingly excited. My fingers were constantly rubbing together, and I couldn't tell if it was an illusion or reality.

'Hmm...good! A little higher up from where you just inserted your finger, is there a round, raised bump
?'

'Hmm...'

I pulled my middle finger out of my vagina, bent my head slightly, and focused my gaze between
my legs . Sure enough, just as Sarah had said, at the top of the cleft, at the tip of the closed petals, there was a small, round,
spherical bulge.

'What does my flower look like now?'" "

What does it look like..."

Although this is also part of my body, I've never really looked at this place properly before. So
I took this opportunity to examine it carefully. This small, round, bulging thing is about
the size of a three-cornered bean, with more than 80% of it covered by a soft skin of the same texture as the petals. Underneath the thin
skin the little bean has a pink body, with only a small face showing through the thin skin.

"Hmm... I see a protrusion, surrounded by skin, and it's a bit red."

"Hmm... Let's peel off the skin and see!"

"Peel... peel it off?"

"It's okay! That part can be opened anyway."

Although I was a little confused and didn't know if it was really okay, I had to
believe .

I began to gently peel off the skin covering the little bean with my index finger. The inside and the surface of the petals were lightly...
With a gentle rub, just that light touch, I felt a pleasure emanating from the stamen, and couldn't help but
let out a muffled groan: "Hmm..."

After peeling off the outer skin, the plump petals were revealed, the bright red clitoris looking as if it could be pierced with a needle
. The engorged clitoris looked far more blood-red than the mucous membrane,
resembling . Of course, the clitoris wasn't as translucent as a pomegranate.

"How is it? Did you peel off the petals?"

"Yes!"

"See! Isn't it as I said, it doesn't matter at all?"

"Yes!"

Although Sarah gave me a positive answer, I didn't really think so. The peeled area
felt painful, just like during the caress, the sensitive protrusion throbbing with pain, yet there was also a
sense of pleasure, and at the same time, a strange feeling of tightness in my small chest.

"Now, gently rub the clitoris with your fingertips!" Before

Sarah could finish speaking, I impatiently stretched out my index finger and gently swept
the surface of the pearl-like stamen with the pad of my index finger.

"Ah..." An unexpected wave of pleasure surged from my clitoris, coursing through my body. My
buttocks involuntarily lifted slightly, and the mattress beneath me vibrated. "What...what is this
feeling ...how..."

"Did you do it? Want to try again?"

Sarah muttered incantations beside me, while I continued to manipulate the petals.

"Ah...um..." My breathing became erratic and rapid, like hiccups. "Eek...ah...
um..."

The pulse of pleasure contracted, forming a wave. This wave
surged , crashing against my body with the force of an electric current. The inner walls of my genitals
responded, and fluid gushed out continuously. The love fluid flowing from the cleft stained the sheets,
dripping everywhere...

I moistened my fingertip with the fluid and then applied it to my clitoris. In this way, the clear
love fluid became the best lubricant. The friction between my fingertip and the protruding surface became much gentler, and the intensity of the stimulation
was just right.

"Slurp... slurp... slurp..."

My fingertips became smooth and shiny, moving back and forth smoothly on the surface of my clitoris. I began
to trace small circles on the surface. Intermittent pleasure gathered into a wave, gradually washing over me.

"Ah... ah... ah..."

I was overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure, unable to maintain my sitting position, and fell backward, lying horizontally
on the mat. My knees extended off the mat, my right hand playing with my petals, constantly calling out to Sarah.

"Sarah... Sarah..."

Although I knew that Little John was peeping outside, the pleasure in my body made me unable to stop and I began to feel uneasy:
"Being alone...

orgasm seems scary! So... so Sarah, come with me... please."

"Okay, I know! I'll come with my sister!"

Actually, at this moment, Sarah, listening to my naive and clumsy live broadcast of masturbation, had
almost melted herself with desire. Upon hearing my request, she readily agreed.

"Gurgle...gurgle chu..."

Sarah, as expected of someone capable of teaching others, was incredibly skilled at masturbation. Her adept finger movements had already
propelled her to the peak of pleasure.

"Ah...ah...hoo...mmm..."

"Sarah...has Sarah reached her climax too?"

"Yes! I absolutely won't let you reach your climax alone, don't be afraid, let's cheer each other on."

Sarah encouraged me, and because of this, I recklessly accelerated the rubbing of my fingers against her clitoris.

"Mmm...ah...ah..."

The soft moans of the two girls echoed in the tent.

After a long period of continuous caresses, my body had reached a state of ecstatic trance. Just a little more
...just a little more would be enough.

My body was constantly driven by the urge surging from deep within, and finally I began to pinch her clitoris
between , rubbing it up and down. "Mmm...ah..." A burst of pleasure flashed through
my consciousness. "Chuckle..."

My comfortable limbs formed an arch, my small buttocks resting on the bed.

"Ahhh..."

The sound was intense and urgent.

"Have you reached it? Have you reached the climax?"

"Yes...yes..." After me, Sarah also reached her peak, "Sarah too...ah..."

A ecstatic cry came from beside me. But I could no longer hear it. At this moment, I was already deeply immersed
in pleasure, my whole body convulsing, countless sparks dancing deep in my pupils. My name, gender,
age , location, and all other memories stored in my brain all turned into the word "pleasure,"
and then everything went blank . "Boom!" The sky changed quickly, the rumbling autumn thunder foreshadowed an impending downpour, and

instantly a strong wind arose. The bleak cold wind whipped up the tent flap, dispersing the last vestiges of warmth inside. The entire tent swayed precariously . "Ah!" Sarah and I hurriedly put on our outer clothes and ran outside. Not a single star could be seen in the sky, the entire camp in chaos, everyone was busy holding onto the tent that was swaying in the wind. Several male servants ran over and re-set up our tents, securing them firmly to the ground with wooden stakes. "Enemy attack!" The enemy's attack was incredibly sudden. The sentries had barely sounded the alarm when , almost simultaneously, a hail of arrows rained down on the five outer tents and nearby soldiers. After the first wave felled about twenty soldiers, bandits wielding sabers charged down from the hills on either side landing on top of the fallen soldiers. Over a hundred masked bandits in black, brandishing sabers, surged out of the jungle. Most of the soldiers hadn't even picked up their weapons before they were dead. The enemy had perfectly timed their attack during the , launching a surprise attack when the camp was in its most chaotic state. The company commander—a middle-aged knight with a large beard—rushed to me, caught a stray arrow and with astonishing accuracy, sent it flying straight into the throat of the leading bandit. The arrow, which had just pierced his throat, stopped its powerful penetration only when the fletching was deeply embedded in his neck muscles. He roared, "Run!" and charged towards the thief, brandishing his knight's sword.

Several knights behind him escorted Sarah and me towards the riverbank where the enemy was less numerous.

"Fuck you!" the bearded man roared, charging at the enemy, his sword like a spear, thrusting directly at the
charging sword-and-shield thief. The sturdy leather shield, capable of withstanding blades and cleavage, was instantly pierced by his longsword. The blade plunged into the thief's chest, the sound of cracking bones and the spray of blood
mingling . The enemy knights were all drawn to him, and we seized the opportunity to reach the riverbank, fighting our way back along the bank
towards a small grove of trees fifty paces away.

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream rang out as the bearded man was impaled
on . His distorted face was vaguely visible in the firelight. The camp was ablaze with fire; the enemy had cleared the obstacles, and
several knights were already in pursuit.

"Crack! Whoosh..." Twisted bolts of lightning streaked across the night sky, like a rift being torn open, and
a torrential downpour began.

The fierce wind and rain stung our skin, making it impossible to open our eyes. The heavy rain extinguished the raging fire, plunging
the world into darkness.

"Ah!" In the darkness, I raised the broken sword I had found and slashed fiercely at the vaguely visible enemy.
"Crack!" Another bolt of lightning flashed, and I clearly saw the enemy before me. Half his head was severed,
blood-tinged brain matter spilling out, red and white, only one eye remaining, staring intently at me. A hand
covered my half-scream, pulling me into the darkness.

Under the cover of the rain, we temporarily escaped the enemy. After seven days of being hunted in the mountains,
we finally reached Haifubadan, which we should have arrived at six days earlier. Now, there were only
three of us left, including Sarah and me; the other survivor was the clerk, Ximing. An entire squadron of elite cavalry had been wiped out,
yet the three of us with the weakest fighting ability had survived—it was nothing short of a miracle.

A large number of people were entering the city. We joined the surging crowd into the bustling streets. As a large border
city, all sorts of shops, restaurants, inns, and stores crowded both sides of the already packed streets.
The shouts of vendors were deafening.

After a day of rest, we arrived at the Mercenary Guild. In the current situation, relying on the mercenaries' strength was
necessary .

Entering the gate, several long benches were scattered around, with about a dozen mercenaries lounging or sitting haphazardly, the stench of sweat
mixed with the metallic rust hitting us. Ximing gestured to Sarah and me, who were visiting the Mercenary Guild for the first time, to watch our step and not
touch the weapons and luggage carelessly scattered by the mercenaries.

Two mercenaries stood at the guild's standard long counter, chatting idly with the clerk.

Ximing pulled two silver coins from his pocket: "We need a mercenary of at least a Great Swordsman to escort us
to Hailan. One gold coin. Any good recommendations?" We didn't have much money left; 300
gold coins was our limit. It was better to hire a skilled one than a group of ordinary mercenaries, since we only had
three people left anyway. The reason for heading to Hailan was partly due to Ximing's insistence, and partly because the return
journey to Great Maple Forest Fortress was much longer, requiring a re-crossing of the Weize Forest, while the route to Hailan was through densely populated towns.

The clerk, a man in his forties who appeared to be a mercenary, took two silver coins, gave us a perfunctory look, and noted
Ximing's name: "Find a place to wait. We'll notify you when a suitable mercenary comes along."

A mercenary in his thirties walked in, his tattered clothes and rusty greatsword causing
a stir.

"Hey buddy," one mercenary said, "it seems like making a living as a mercenary is getting easier and easier. Anyone can get a piece of the pie."

Another mercenary was even more blunt: "A vagrant picks up a broken sword and dares to become a mercenary? Don't be scared to
death ." This was a burly man, his upper body clad only in a leather jacket, his bare arms and chest muscles enough to
scare away any timid soul. Add to that his massive, thick-backed broadsword, weighing at least fifty pounds, and the vagrant's eyes darted among the indifferent
mercenaries, finding a suitable target. A mysterious, enigmatic smile played on his lips. He walked straight towards the giant.

The mercenaries were stunned by his obvious intentions. "Crazy," "Doesn't want to live," "Looking for death" whispered
amongst themselves.

Lightly kicking a chair leg, the vagrant said almost arrogantly, "Hey! Buddy, get up and give me a seat." He picked up
his , tossed it out the door like a piece of firewood, and a loud clang echoed from afar as it hit
the stone slab.

A deathly silence fell over the mercenary guild hall.

The giant, his beard bristling with rage, glared with his enormous eyes and roared deafeningly, "How dare you!"
He gripped the audacious young man's right hand, which was swinging a knife, with a powerful twist.

I averted my gaze in disbelief, but the sound of breaking bones didn't reach my ears. Turning back, I joined the other mercenaries
in disbelief at the incredible strength of the vagrant, who was now

neck and neck with the giant. The vagrant, his face ashen, locked eyes with the snarling giant. Realizing that sitting was disadvantageous, the giant
tried to stand up, but the seemingly unremarkable vagrant's unexpected strength held him firmly in place.

His temples throbbed, and the giant roared like thunder, "Hey!" startling everyone. They
strained with all their might. The vagrant's face flushed crimson, but his elbow remained as steady as a mountain.

The uproar in the hall attracted more and more mercenaries, who almost immediately split into two factions, frantically
cheering and shouting around the two men.

"Crack!" The bench groaned and shattered, and the giant's massive body landed on the ground. The vagrant raised
his left fist in victory.

"This isn't fair! I can't exert any strength sitting down."

"Bullshit." The clerk slapped the counter and stood up. "You're blind...
you don't even recognize Mad Sword Bissi!"

Bissi walked to the counter: "I'm going to Hyland on business, and I'm looking for some work. I need to leave immediately, and the price is negotiable."

"What a coincidence! Someone just wanted to hire a mercenary of at least a Great Swordsman to go to Hyland for 300 gold coins!" The clerk
turned to us. "It's my pleasure to introduce you to one of the best mercenaries in the Free City Alliance, the swordsman Mad Sword Bissi!" Bissi sized us up: "The Earl of Crivedo's family? You're here to sign a new agreement

with Marquis Made, right? " "Yes!" Bissi saw our confusion and pointed to the family crest on Ximing's clothes, saying, "I recognize this." " You've come to sign a new treaty with Marquis Made, haven't you? What's wrong? Encountering trouble?" "A treaty?" Although Sarah and I didn't know the details, judging from Ximing's expression, I knew he wasn't mistaken. "It's no secret! The Made family will exchange their salt and grain for your iron and crystals. The Made family did indeed..."

" The largest merchant in Hailan, but you've come to the wrong person this time. Made has been dealt a terrible blow by Viscount Sisley. If
it weren't for the news that he was about to sign a new treaty with Count Crivedo, he would have collapsed long ago!"

"So, it's Viscount Sisley causing us trouble?" I said.

"How could that be!" Bixi whistled lightly. "He doesn't need to do this. Made was doomed sooner or later
! But that's between them, it has nothing to do with you. You might consider cooperating with Viscount Sisley;
perhaps he'll offer you better terms."

A gentle autumn breeze blew across the sea, creating ripples. We arrived at the entrance of "Kotei."
This was a Japanese-style restaurant, said to have originated from the distant East. A
wooden courtyard, quite different in style from the architecture of various countries in Keenklam, with a small lake in the center, its surface as clear as a mirror. Surrounding it was a row of
winding corridors, divided into individual spaces by soundproofed nanmu planks. Maids dressed in Japanese attire
led us through the corridors. Wooden clogs clattered on the wooden floor.

A maid knelt down and opened a wooden door .
Inside, an elderly man with deep-set eyes, graying hair and beard, and a shrewd face sat cross-legged alone. A long scroll hung on the wall behind him, its dark contents
unreadable exuding a domineering aura.

The garden was silent.

Upon seeing us, Viscount Sisley, dressed in plain clothes, stood up, waved his hand, and said, "Welcome! Welcome! It is an
honor to have Misses Crivado grace Hyland with your presence!"

"You are too kind, Your Excellency," said Viscount Sisley. "We appreciate your hospitality!" Although Ximing was my father's
representative to the Marquis of Made, it was inappropriate for him to answer in this situation.

After some perfunctory pleasantries, we knelt around a small
square table, as instructed by the maid.

Viscount Sisley was a very good host, introducing each dish in detail and with humor,
creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere between us.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere at the banquet grew increasingly lively.

Bisi launched into a half-baked Japanese song, chugging sake, while Sarah laughed and fell into his
arms ; the two had been passionately involved on the way here.

Bisi wrapped his arms around Sarah's waist and poured sake into her mouth. He leaned down and
kissed her delicate red lips deeply, sucking the sake from her mouth. His tongue swirled noisily in Sarah's mouth, and Sarah
's face flushed red as she giggled and fell into his arms. The captivating scene left Ximing mesmerized, and he began to grope
the maid .

Only Viscount Sisley and I remained conscious. Sisley sat
upright , a kind yet indifferent smile on his face.

Bissie raised his head and gave me a provocative smile, his lecherous gaze moving down my neck
, brazenly lingering on my chest and lower abdomen. He said loudly, "Miss Eve! I think the Crevie
family should cooperate with Viscount Sisley. That bastard Ma is no good! The Viscount
is different, he's trustworthy..."

These past few days, since he got Sarah, he's teased me more than once, and I still can't stand his attitude,
especially now. Seeing Viscount Sisley's silent smile, exuding an air of self-assurance, I couldn't help but retort,
"Indeed different! Sending such a skilled expert like you to protect us is truly trustworthy!"

A strange glint flashed in Viscount Sisley's eyes, a hidden lust burning within them: "Miss Eve! How can you be so sure
that Bissie is my man?"

The words were barely out of my mouth before I regretted them. A falling out with Sisley now would be disastrous, but I couldn't remain silent.
So, I evaded the question, saying, "Bissie's behavior since we met proves it. Although he
's tried to conceal it well, too many coincidences make it seem inevitable."

Sisley stared at me for a long time, then nodded and smiled, "Good, good, good. In all these years,
Miss Eve is the most intelligent woman I've ever met. To show my respect for you, I'm willing to reach
an agreement with the Creviedo family at 15% lower than Made's price. What do you say?"

His eyes burned with a fierce fire, a stark contrast to his previous icy calm. His
gaze was so intense that I gripped the gleaming porcelain cup tightly until my knuckles turned white.
It was as if he were looking through my clothes, scrutinizing my naked body. Unlike the gazes of John, Heming,
Bissie… unlike the gazes of any man I had ever seen before, there was something beyond mere desire for my body—a
burning, all-consuming desire.

“Calm down, Eve,” I told myself, “stay calm and answer him.”

Yet, even as I said this, my skin grew hotter and hotter, and the blush that rose from my face and neck
crept unnoticed into my genitals. My awareness grew stronger, and my breasts swelled, appearing wanton and obvious beneath my
flowing clothes. I smelled myself. I had worn rose-
scented perfume before leaving, but now I seemed to smell only musk, sensuality, and the scent of sweat. “Am I wet?” I asked myself. I tried to contract my muscles, preventing the nectar from seeping out and leaving obvious marks on
my white dress .
Because I wear very little underwear—thanks to Sarah.

"Yes, Your Excellency, my family and I express our heartfelt gratitude!" Ximing gave me
a hint; judging from his expression, Sisley had offered an extremely favorable deal. After I revealed that I had discovered he
was the mastermind behind the attack on us, he didn't futilely conceal it, nor did he resort to other more extreme
methods . Instead, he frankly offered conditions that were enough to entice us. Having such a partner
is more advantageous than having such an enemy.

"Hahaha, excellent! To celebrate our successful cooperation, I invite you all to taste a delicacy from the East
." Sisley gave a few instructions to the maid, who went out. When she returned, she was carrying a
small golden basin with three legs, emanating a soul-stirring, intoxicating aroma that made one feel weak and languid.

"How fragrant!" Sarah exclaimed as soon as the maid entered.

"This is a rare fragrance called 'Dragon's Prolonged Five-Stone Incense' imported from the East. It is the most popular premium incense among the nobility of the Dragon Empire.
Even in the East, it is worth a fortune. The small censer used to hold the incense is also a fine product from the Dragon Empire. It is called an '
incense burner ' and is specially used for burning incense. It contains charcoal fire inside, and you can't tell at all from the outside."

A maidservant held up an incense burner for everyone to see. It was intricately carved, elegant and ancient, exuding a mysterious
oriental charm, and indeed, it contained burning charcoal.

Viscount Sisley gestured for the maidservant to place the burner on a wooden table, then lifted the lid, releasing an even stronger fragrance. The entire
room was enveloped in rising smoke.

"Dragon's Prolonged Five-Stone Incense can refresh the mind, making one's senses a hundredfold more acute, and it also has a miraculous
effect . Because of its pink color, it is also known as 'Hibiscus Mud'," Sisley's voice seemed to come from the clouds. My body
grew hotter and hotter, sweat dripping freely between my thighs, caressing me like an unseen lover.
I imagined the sweat trickling down to my vulva, gathering there, hissing softly.
I felt my whole body was as hot as the steamy room, yet
the heat in the soft, peach-like crevice of my buttocks was almost volcanic.

"It must be because of this incense," I thought.

The swirling smoke painted a series of dreamlike images before my eyes. My supple limbs entwined in the smoke,
and men of various forms were intertwined with me. Acquaintances and strangers... painting
every wicked and lewd idea in the dreams of a woman indulging in extreme passion.

I felt somewhat uneasy, worried that someone might read my mind. The fragrance dispelled my doubts, and I relaxed
to enjoy the sensations in my body: I felt a very strange feeling envelop me. The fine hairs on the back of my neck
all stood on end.

I saw a blurry, dark figure slip into my field of vision without my noticing. I held my breath,
and something like a ghost seemed to reach out and caress me, slowly, very familiarly, like
the slippery fingertips of an illusory man, slipping into my sexual nerves. My abdomen slowly swelled with blood, my private parts burned, and
my clitoris became extremely sensitive. But when there seems to be no way to relieve oneself, having such feelings is not
fun. I took a sip of wine, helplessly hoping it would quell my thirst, but it failed. I had an
absurd urge to touch myself, right here, just to satisfy—even if only temporarily—this
awful , painful lust. This nagging desire had been haunting me.

"Ah... um..." Sarah and Bissie were already entwined, Sarah's body throbbing
restlessly , her white wings fluttering gently. She breathed heavily, her eyes half-closed, Bissie was
between her legs, licking her genitals with his tongue. Sarah turned around hungrily and embraced Bissie. He
had already pulled down his pants, his penis pressed against Sarah's face. Sarah closed her eyes and took his penis into
her mouth .

Bissie stroked Sarah's golden, cascading hair, gently kneading it. Sarah's pent-up longing and desire
poured out all at once. She sucked on Bissie's penis with all her might, feeling it gradually grow larger
and harder .

Bissi pulled his penis from Sarah's mouth. Sarah felt a strange emptiness and quickly stretched her
head to chase his penis. But Bissi dodged, forcefully pressing Sarah to the ground and
attacking downwards. He placed his lips on one of her breasts and bit her nipple with his teeth, then
bit down very, very hard.

Sarah's hips pressed against him, her entire vulva trembling, gently trembling with her
desire . She longed for fingers to touch, to press, or for a tongue to lick… or for a penis
to thrust, to expand… anything would do. Just to be placed between her legs, to soothe her frantic hunger.
And as Bissi bit her nipple, she moaned, swayed, her hips
sliding …

The maid was also stripped of her kimono by Himin, revealing ivory skin that complemented her long black hair
perfectly.

A slender waist, firm and rounded breasts, delicate breaths, and a flushed face as she panted softly
.

Xi Ming lifted her up and placed her before a wooden table. The maid leaned against the table, half her body against it,
her buttocks awaiting Xi Ming's penis.

"Suppressing one's desires until they can no longer be suppressed before erupting is a common
practice ," Sisley said slowly, seeing through my body.

"Yes," I replied tremblingly. Imitating Sisley, I removed all my clothes, straightened my back, and
knelt beside the table, sitting upright as if dressed in full regalia for a celebration. The fragrant smoke
entered my body and mind through every inch of my skin, releasing all my lust. My heart, however, was no longer anxious as before; I gathered
the desire within me. My cheeks were flushed, and my body was soaked with sweat.

Xi Ming inserted his penis into the maid's vagina from behind, and the maid trembled, her body immediately leaning forward.
Ximing began thrusting into her overflowing vagina: "What's your name?"

"Michiko," the maid gasped.

Ximing roughly kneaded her breasts, violently thrusting into her vulva.

"Ah...faster...don't stop...ah...ah..." Michiko's upper body slumped weakly onto the wooden table,
her breasts rubbing back and forth on the table with each of Ximing's thrusts. Her vision began to blur, and she let out
exotic moans.

"Ah!" A hand unconsciously grabbed me. It was Sarah; I didn't know when she and Bissie
had come to my side, attacking my body. Bissie grabbed my breast, "Oh..." My body immediately
arched backward. I don't know when it started, but my body had become very sensitive,
reacting . At this moment, Sarah placed her hands on my back and buttocks, her fingers probing between my thighs and then returning, her head slightly raised, her expression
extremely alluring. I felt her fingers gradually approaching my anus, and my face flushed instantly. I gasped softly, "Sarah
...Sarah...you...don't..."

"Ah...ahh!" While I was distracted, another hand had already touched my secret place, coming from
behind . Ximing and Michiko had also turned their attention to me. Michiko's hand rubbed against my wet labia,
her slightly bent fingers scratching the tender flesh around them with her nails, attacking from both sides with Sarah.

"Hmm, hmm!" This sudden attack caused my body to tremble considerably. I could barely see that Michiko was lying
on the wooden table, her expression a half-smile, her full breasts almost pressed against my lower abdomen, swaying slightly with her movements.

Just then, Michiko's fingers had already entered my honey hole, and in one go, two fingers. I
screamed in shock, my body trembled, all the strength seemed to have vanished, I sighed, and lowered my head, my shoulders...
Trembling uncontrollably, I murmured absentmindedly, "I... ah... ha... ah..."

Michiko laughed, "Is it comfortable?" My body trembled, and I gasped, "You... you're messing around... ah
... ha...

um, ah, ah, ah..." At this moment, Ximing straddled Michiko and penetrated her from behind. At the same time,
he lowered his head and buried it between my not-so-full, but beautifully shapely breasts, kneading them vigorously with both hands. Michiko also kept
inserting and withdrawing her fingers, while on the other side, she coordinated with Ximing's movements, relieving the lust within her body, breathing
softly . I was attacked from both sides by four people, and Michiko got there first. Under the stimulation of her fingers, my groin
felt hot, and my body was half-melted. I could only moan softly, sweating profusely.

Bixi pushed Sarah aside and stood behind me, his penis rubbing against my neck, pulling my head back.
He put his penis to my mouth, and I immediately took it into my mouth, sucking on Bixi's large penis from below.

After a while, Bixi and Ximing exchanged a glance. Bixi pulled his penis out, and I immediately felt
a of emptiness. The two of them put me down, facing the wooden table. Bixi stood behind me,
smeared some of the vaginal fluid that had flowed from my vagina onto his penis, then used his hands to spread my legs, and slowly inserted the head of his penis into my vulva
. At this moment, Ximing sat on the wooden table, making me kneel down and take his penis into my mouth. I was extremely
anxious, and I tried to push myself away by bracing my hands on the ground, but as soon as Bixi started thrusting, I couldn't hold back anymore, and my face was already
rubbing against the inside of Ximing's thigh. Ximing thrust his waist, and my face was pressed against his penis as he began to stroke it up and down
. Every time Bixi's penis went deeper, my body would involuntarily move forward, burying my face between Ximing's thighs.

Sarah and Michiko were also adding fuel to the fire, as if they were already used to attacking from both sides. Their movements
were not only seamless but also complementary, each touch stimulating the other. Sarah gently sucked and nibbled at my firm, sensitive
breasts , her tongue licking and teasing them. At times, she would
forcefully knead and pinch my parted, round buttocks, her fingers occasionally teasing my anus. Michiko's hands gently and freely massaged
my bare back, occasionally sneaking attacks on the breast Sarah had left vacant. Her lips burned with kisses on my
ears, shoulders, and cheeks.

I was exhausted from their ministrations, only able to let them take what they wanted, moaning softly. But I firmly remembered
Sisley's instructions, trying my best not to reach the peak of ecstasy.

After what seemed like an eternity, everything calmed down. A cool sensation washed over me. I opened my eyes. Sisley
was wiping me with a damp silk towel. Sarah and the other three were fast asleep on the floor beside me,
their bodies covered in semen. If it weren't for Sisley, I probably would be like them now.

“You did very well! My good girl.” Sisley put down the silk scarf in his hand. “Better than I imagined.
You will experience the greatest pleasure.”

Sisley helped me lie flat on the floor. His words reignited my slightly calmed desire. My
long, delicate hair was damp and draped over my shoulders, with a few strands clinging to my flushed forehead. I breathed heavily, closed
my beautiful eyes, and lay calmly on the floor. The flames of desire within me were more intense than before.

I moaned continuously. His slender fingers gently caressed my breasts, the fingertips carrying a slightly icy
touch. But this did not help to quell the heat within me; instead, it fueled
the fire within me, making my snow-white skin flush crimson.

Through the swirling smoke, I could vaguely see Sisley's nimble right hand slowly moving down, gently touching my
tender, red path. In my dazed state, I seemed to lose control, instinctively accepting Sisley's teasing. His slender
fingers slowly broke through the entrance of my secret passage, sliding deep inside. When his fingertips touched the walls, the
burning heat made me cry out in pleasure.

"Do you know another use for 'Hibiscus Mud'?" Xisi used his fingertips to pick up some pink
ointment and spread it evenly on my vaginal walls, his slender fingers exploring continuously. "Applying '
Hibiscus can give you an incredibly intense orgasm, making you feel like you're in heaven... This is
a secret that not many people in the East know, do you want to try it?"

Even without the influence of drugs, I was already hopelessly intoxicated, spreading my legs as wide as possible,
twisting my body, rubbing myself on the floor, my breath coming in short gasps.

My emotions grew more and more excited, my breathing became faster and more rapid, my high breasts bounced rhythmically
, and my fair skin, as white as spring snow, burned hotter and hotter. I knew my self-control was
nearing its limit; the burning desire made me feel hot all over, and I desperately wanted to be taken by a man immediately.

I lay on the floor, my firm, snow-white buttocks raised high. Sisley's left hand slid over,
slipping between my still-dried thighs, slowly breaking through the flushed path and drawing out the honeyed fluid. I
pressed my mouth, desperately trying not to cry out, but Sisley's left hand moved more and more violently, my
knees and elbows trembling uncontrollably. Yet his left hand was like a devil, probing slower and slower, his icy
fingertips constantly teasing the burning path. The stark contrast between ice and heat did not cool my desire;
instead, it stimulated me even more. His fingers, hooking and pushing, drew out more and more honeyed fluid, the sticky
liquid sliding down my legs, stopping just as I was about to reach orgasm, a mixture of pleasure and pain.
What I desire is not merely this finger. How I wish that what fills my secret passage right now is Sisley's
burning , throbbing member, thrusting into me mercilessly, breaking through her defenses again and again, completely conquering me. My
body desperately craved physical pleasure, and it grew increasingly intense, as if I were bewitched. A pair of pure white
wings unknowingly extended from my back, fluttering; even I couldn't believe my own urgency
.

Seeing me so engrossed in lust, unable to extricate myself, a wicked smile slowly spread across Sisley's face. He was right; the Eastern aphrodisiac was indeed effective. He just hadn't expected that the waves of lust within me would erupt so intensely
on the first use . The Eastern friend who told him about this method also told him about the drug's side effects. However, long-term use would make 's body extremely sensitive, plunging one into a hell of lust, yet unable to derive pleasure from ordinary intercourse, unable to break free from the drug's control. Some Eastern men use this drug to conquer women, controlling their bodies; even if their hearts want to leave, their bodies cannot escape the drug's control. He never dared to try it until now.

Heavens.

I was lost in passion when suddenly I felt something, and I wondered if the heavens knew my pain. Sisley
's penis, both gentle and intense, possessed me. A gentle yet intense possession, a gentle yet intense violation.
One of his hands firmly held my slender waist, guiding me to meet his rhythm, allowing him to penetrate deeper and deeper into my
core. His other hand slid to my breasts, greedily and skillfully kneading my smooth, firm breasts,
slowly and steadily sending me to paradise, until I could no longer suppress my cries of pleasure.

Under Sisley's powerful control, I moaned softly, my buttocks thrusting back and forth in response. With
each thrust, his penis, burning with immense desire, plunged deep into the depths of my flower, making me
feel even more joyful.

Sisley's technique was so skillful, his thrusts so intense; he was clearly a seasoned expert in this art,
more skilled than any man I had ever been with before. I was consumed by lust, surrendering myself to his
possession and wanton play, letting him take me to ecstasy time and again, driving me to the brink of death.

His stamina far surpassed that of any man I'd ever been with before. As I released my pent-up desire, utterly exhausted,
Sisley pressed me down, thrusting deeper and more intensely into my depths. Each deep,
shallow thrust, each impact on my clitoris, filled me with ecstasy. Having released my pent-up desire once more, I finally understood the true
meaning of ultimate ecstasy—a level I'd never reached before!

His frenzied thrusting quickly brought me to my climax. The drug had
shortened my orgasm time considerably, as if burning my soul and life itself, leaving me utterly drained.
Conquered by the overwhelming pleasure, I collapsed, moaning softly. His penis, which had just brought me to such ecstasy,
slowly withdrew. The emptiness made me cry weakly, involuntarily begging for more.

Suddenly, Sisley grabbed my sweaty hair and pressed my face against his crotch. Watching his still-erect
penis tremble before my eyes, I knew what Sisley wanted to do. Though I was too ashamed to speak, my
body was still immersed in the afterglow of the intense lovemaking. How could I resist the thirst for lust? With Sisley's slow
thrusts , I gently licked, slowly matching his rhythm.

The smell wasn't pleasant, but I enjoyed it, quietly savoring it, letting the man
thrust in and , occasionally letting out soft moans. His hands caressed my breasts, making my desire surge like a tide.
If I hadn't been completely drained by the intense lovemaking, I probably would have wanted to go
again !

I tilted my head back, my beautiful face radiant with a captivating allure, and gently wiped the semen from my cheek. Sisley's greedy eyes were
scrutinizing my naked body, a body brimming with both mature and youthful charm, as if he wanted to relive it all
. A pair of demonic hands caressed my back, stimulating my wings of light. Glancing at Bissie and Siming to the side
, I said, "You're truly the best woman. How could they possibly be worthy of you!"

I closed my eyes, involuntarily letting out a soft, pleasurable sigh. Sisley's violation of me had stirred
my heart, making me crave the pleasures of the bedchamber. "Then...then...what about you?"

"You're very clever," Sisley smiled, not answering my question, and slowly
approached , gently kissing my lips. I initially intended to refuse, but this kiss ignited my passion,
fueling my carnal desires. I responded breathlessly, our kisses growing increasingly passionate. When Sisley
released , my face was flushed, my breath coming in soft gasps, as radiant as a flower touched by morning dew. "What do you think?"

"Mmm…I…you…mmm…" I murmured, my face burning with embarrassment. Sisley's hands were already caressing my
body again. I willingly accepted his needs, experiencing unimaginable pleasure, unable to control myself!

The magnificent night sky…

"Whoosh, whoosh! Bang!" A streak of red light shot into the night sky, exploding with a crisp sound. Countless fireworks
followed , creating a beautiful display against the brilliant starry sky, even obscuring the moonlight.

The annual Sea God Festival in Hailan City had officially begun.

I wore an elegant and noble light blue off-the-shoulder fitted evening gown, revealing my jade-like
arms, my face flushed, the afterglow of that night's ecstasy still lingering. I wore a beautiful platinum necklace
adorned with a light blue Heart of the Sea, recently purchased in Hailan. Sarah wore a charming
pink evening gown, adorned with a matching pink rose boutonniere. Viscount Sisley
walked beside us in a black suit.

Viscount Sisley was also a legendary figure in Hailan. Born into a minor noble family, he left at seventeen to
travel alone to the East, returning to Hailan at forty-seven with a vast collection of jewels, instantly becoming one of Hailan's
wealthiest men . However, when he returned, his family had completely declined, swallowed up by the Marquis of Made.
Such things happened daily; unfortunately, the Marquis of Made encountered Sisley, creating a rift
between . In just over a year, leveraging the immense wealth he brought from the East, he utterly defeated Marquis Made
, establishing a vast commercial empire. However, Marquis Made
maintained . Compared to the Free City Alliance, whether it was Rovijira, Sa, Haikaokanglilu, or Asgo
, they were all more conservative and placed greater emphasis on lineage and social standing. The high-ranking nobles preferred to trust Marquis Made rather than trade with Sisley,
who came lower-ranking noble family. This time, Sisley was willing to trade with us on such favorable terms,
partly because my family was Marquis Made's largest business partner in Rovijira, and partly because he hoped
to use this opportunity to penetrate the noble market of the three northern kingdoms. Perhaps the latter reason was even more important to him.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at Viscount Sisley. What kind of person was he? Gray hair,
a face that seemed weathered yet resolute, a lean and upright figure exuding explosive power. The power of the "Hibiscus Mud"
was truly overwhelming. For five days, our bodies were overflowing with desire, engaging in constant, frenzied intercourse. I spent those five days
almost completely naked, and whenever Sisley left, I would soothe myself, awaiting his
return. I couldn't help but stare at him, mesmerized.

"What's wrong?" Hearing Sisley's voice, my face flushed crimson, and I quickly shook my head.
Sisley was about to press for more information, but seeing my shy expression, he forgot to ask. Sarah
had left us sometime earlier. For a moment, a subtle silence fell between us as we stood side by side.
In the crowded Poseidon Square, no one uttered a single word. Under the blue night sky and amidst the dazzling fireworks,
hearts silently intertwined.

This was a moment of equality for all; before the gods, everyone seemed so insignificant. Everyone, noble and
commoner alike, had to set aside their status and walk to Poseidon Square to participate in the sacred ceremony. The crowds surged in Poseidon Square,
with only soldiers guarding a narrow passage leading from the Temple of Hailan to the Altar of Neptune.

Keenkram consisted of five large temples: the Temple of the Holy Mountain, the Temple of the Earth God of Longsa, the Temple of the Fire God of Nyusibhi, the Temple of the Wind
God of Kunzesi, and the Temple of the Sea God of Hailan. These temples were dedicated to the five main gods: the God of Light, the Goddess of Earth, the God of Fire, the God of Wind, and the God
of the Sea The Temple of Hailan was primarily dedicated to the Sea God; the enormous, azure-blue temple was built
seven or eight hundred meters from the sea, grand in scale and imposing in its presence. It was separated from the temple by Poseidon Square, leading to
the Altar of Neptune standing on the shore. The Sea God Altar, built specifically for the worship of the sea god, is entirely black and perched
atop a cliff several meters high by the sea. Numerous chisel marks mark its surface, suggesting it was carved almost entirely from the cliff face.

Suddenly, the fireworks stopped, and all the lights went out. The noisy Sea God Square fell into an eerie
silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were fixed on the temple entrance, where
a group of .

"Boom! Whoosh!" A drumbeat was followed by the distinctive giant conch shell horn of the Sealand Temple.
Simultaneously, lights illuminated the area from the temple entrance to the Sea God Altar. A priest in a white robe stood at the temple entrance, holding
a silver staff inlaid with a large blue crystal, and walked towards the Sea God Altar, accompanied by seven female priestesses carrying musical instruments
. He was none other than Bo Dese Rios, the current High Priest of the Sealand Temple and the Sea God.

After he passed, the lights dimmed instantly, plunging the area into complete darkness, remaining silent for about a minute. When the lights came back
on , Bo...

Desai Leos stood motionless like a statue in the center of the altar, his white robes
billowing .

The sea god's festival was about to begin, and everyone waited in silence, save for the waves
crashing against the altar. A soft pluck of a string served as the opening note.

As Desai Leos's song began, the grand feast of the seven seas commenced.

Across endless waves, counting the seven seas, where is the just and vast realm of the sea god? Lights illuminated
the right side of the altar, where a priestess leaned against a massive harp. She wore a lavender-colored high-
necked gown with long sleeves and a long skirt, her crimson hair styled in a bun, and milky-white ribbons draped over her shoulders. The exaggeratedly
voluminous skirt spread out on the altar. The pale yellow harp was as tall as an adult, and she had to stretch
her slender arms to pluck the highest note on the shortest string.

Lira is the source of the seven seas, existing since the beginning of time. Long ago,
the gods who ruled the seven seas were born here. The deep, resonant song of Desai Leos stirs long-forgotten
memories in everyone's heart, yet without sadness, it ignites anticipation for dreams to be realized. Humans live simultaneously in memories and
dreams ; when dreams are shattered, memories overflow and cease to be renewed.

A joyful conch shell sounds. A goddess in yellow robes plays her conch shell, dancing lightly,
like a water sprite leaping on the waves, light and joyful.

Brunan is the garden of the sea god. Bright sunshine and gentle breezes caress the sea's surface; fish leap high on the waves. The most beautiful ocean in
the world the sea god's most beloved place. A tranquil, gentle song leads everyone to wander through the sea god's garden.
Floating on the sea of Brunan, rising and falling with the waves, watching the fish leap and chase each other.

The yellow-clad priestess vanished into the darkness, and a priestess in silver-scaled white armor emerged, the silver bells on
her wrists tinkling softly. Her dance was light and agile, displaying
a free spirit that refused to be bound, urging the clouds to churn and churn like a swift wind.

One day, the sea god fell into deep thought: "Endless heavens and earth, does my domain have an end? If so, where is it?
The supreme ruler of the waters left the beautiful Brunan and wandered to Winkini." The song's rhythm rose and fell,
twisting and turning, deeply conveying the sea god's anguish.

The horns sounded, and a solemn priestess in a blue robe appeared, her dance ancient and elegant.

"Boundless ocean, Pavya, you are the embodiment of the sea god's majesty. No one can conquer you; only the gods know what your other shore is." Desai Leos sang in a deep, resonant voice, inspiring boundless reverence
for the ocean . The next instant, a dazzling light caused the audience to squint. A goddess priestess adorned with a waist drum danced out like a whirlwind, her hands striking the drum repeatedly with a rapid, rain-like sound. Evil shrouded the people of Jerikihu. They believed in lies from the darkness, daring to challenge the authority step into his realm. They had to endure the sea god's wrath. Raging waves engulfed the entire continent, turning this place into a new ocean. Short, continuous notes swept in like a storm, and the people trembled in the sea god's anger. The drumbeats faded, and a melodious flute began to play. A long-haired girl emerged, playing a silver flute. Her long black hair and white robes fluttered in the wind, her dance gentle and serene. Nephia, the sea god's most beloved daughter, was too fragile to withstand the storms of the sea, even the gentle waves of Brunan. The sea god created a new home for his daughter, the gentlest sea . Nephia's azure light illuminated the entire altar of the sea god, and Po. Dese. Rios extended a pair of enormous wings of light, over ten meters long. The azure wings fluttered gently, and six maidens danced gracefully around him. Po. Dese. Rios began to sing. " Our selfless and steadfast faith is offered by our loyal people! O Sea God, you are blessed! He brought the seawater to Elencia and borrowed the strong monsoon winds from the Wind God, allowing us to travel through his lands to distant places, bringing prosperity and strength to Keenkram ..." The song ended, the lights came on, and everyone erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, paying homage to the Sea God, the closest person to the Hailan people. I too was awakened by the song and dance, a surge of emotion welling up in my eyes, tears of feeling flowing down my cheeks, filled with reverence for the Sea God. Bo. Desai. Rios and six goddess priestesses returned to the temple. The festival was over, and next came a grand carnival ball. Fireworks once again adorned the night sky with splendor, and the whole city was filled with joyous laughter. The magnificent banquet in the Mangrove Garden was reaching its climax. Commoners had no place in such an event, even though it was the city's largest garden, declared open to every Hailan person, and although today was the Sea God Festival, where everyone was equal.

After Sisley led me and a large group of local and foreign nobles on a social tour, I took the opportunity to slip away. I
sipped a glass of red wine, leaning against a corner, savoring it, waiting for Sisley. I fantasized about our tender embrace; for the past few days
, my body had been ablaze with desire, an unquenchable fire that made me extremely sensitive,
easily overwhelmed by the slightest stimulation. Sisley said it was a side effect of the medication he'd taken that day, and that it would wear off in a few days.

"Beautiful lady, would you like to dance with us?" two elegantly dressed young men
invited . One of them was dressed in knight's uniform.

"No! I'm waiting for someone," I politely but firmly refused.

"Viscount Sisley?" The young knight pointed into the distance, and sure enough, I saw Sisley
dancing with a woman at the other end. My heart ached, and my eyes welled up with tears.

The young knight took my hand and invited me, saying, "A beautiful lady like you shouldn't be standing here alone
. I'd like to invite you to dance."

I didn't refuse, letting him put his arm around my waist and gently sway to the rhythm. My eyes remained fixed
on Sisley, hoping he would see me. The young knight deliberately led me to another side, so
I wouldn't see Sisley.

Tonight, I had my hair straight, cascading like a golden waterfall to my waist, and wore a light blue long dress that cinched my
slender waist. The young knight embraced me, dancing with me, his hands gently pressing against my soft breasts, his hands
lightly caressing my back, secretly applying pressure to press my breasts closer to his chest, enjoying
the wonderfully elastic feel of my flesh. Through our pressed bodies, I could feel his penis
hardening , thrusting against my body with each dance step.

His movements became increasingly illicit; my breasts felt tingly and itchy from the rubbing against his chest, and I
could feel the heat of his penis pressing against me, making my face flush red. Just as I was about to break free, the song ended, and
another man came up to invite me. Out of politeness, I accepted his invitation.

He was older and looked like a businessman. He was bolder than the knight before, not only holding me
tightly but also groping my round, pert buttocks with both hands. I tried to shake my pink buttocks to get away, but he only
pressed me tighter, so that my vulva was rubbing against his penis, which was obviously
swollen and hard. I blushed even more with embarrassment. The rubbing made my vagina a little wet. I tried to push
him away gently, but he only held me tighter. I couldn't push him away, and I became more anxious and flustered.

At this moment, the young knight gestured to the merchant, and the two of them led me to a secluded corner with a dance. They
made me sit in the middle of the sofa, and the two of them sat on either side of me and began to grope me.

The young knight's devilish hand reached into my neckline and squeezed and kneaded my breasts. What was worse, he
put his fingers inside my bra and kept teasing my nipples, which were hard. A moment later,
the merchant's hand slipped inside. I was dazed and confused, only able to whisper repeatedly, "No! No!"

But four hands roamed all over my body, making me weak, and my juices were already flowing freely down
my genitals.

The young knight, not yet satisfied, kissed my lips, his tongue probing deep into my mouth, teasing my
tongue. In a daze, I naturally returned his kiss, our tongues intertwining in a deep embrace. Encouraged, the young knight kissed
even more deeply.

The merchant, not to be outdone, continued to knead my breasts with one hand while the other reached for my thigh, brazenly groping and kneading my delicate skin through my long
skirt . Caught between two attackers, I was utterly
powerless to resist. Undeterred, the merchant grew bolder and thrust upwards towards my vulva. His fingers touched my wet
mons pubis; the slippery, lustful fluid had already soaked through my silk skirt. Curious, he pressed against it, causing even more fluid to gush out
, revealing a large wet patch on the light blue hem.

The merchant looked up and saw that the young knight had unbuckled his belt and pulled out his penis.
He was still kissing me passionately, holding my slender hands and making me stroke his penis. His penis was hard,
leaking a few drops of semen, leaving me no time to resist the invader.

The merchant looked around. It was a dark corner, with a few sparse potted plants blocking the view. The lights in
the hall were dim and flickering; surely no one would notice us here, and even if someone did, they would
likely leave. He made up his mind, reached under my skirt, lifted it up to my waist, and
pulled my underwear down to my ankles.

I was startled, but with my mouth and hands entangled, I could only kick my legs, trying to stop him.
Unexpectedly this made things easier for him; with a flick of his wrist, he pulled the entire garment away from my ankles, completely exposing my lower body to
the two men.

The merchant, knowing my vulnerable spot, didn't let me breathe, immediately burying his head between my legs, his tongue
licking my clitoris. My whole body trembled violently; now both my orifices were being licked and kissed by men, my body felt like it
was flying with pleasure, especially the mouth on my vulva, licking and sucking, sometimes even penetrating deep into my vagina, making me
wet profusely, my clitoris trembling. Seeing how wet I was, the merchant reached down and scooped up my buttocks, finding them indeed soaking wet.
His fingers playfully touched my anus, making me tremble even more. Suddenly, he pressed down on my anus and thrust forcefully,
about half of his index finger inserted into my anus.

I had never experienced such a double assault. My uterus contracted repeatedly, my juices flowed even more profusely, I made muffled sounds, and
my hips involuntarily thrust forward, reaching a climax.

The young knight could no longer restrain himself and gestured to the merchant, and the two switched
places . The merchant pressed his lips, dripping with my juices, against mine. I was disoriented and instinctively opened my mouth,
kissing him passionately. The young knight, however, grabbed my ankles, half-squatting, his penis pressed against my entrance, the glans
wet with my juices. After a couple of thrusts, he plunged his hips in, fully penetrating me.

His penis, long and short, moved easily in and out of my vagina. He looked down at his wet, sticky penis,
thrusting in and out of my noble and beautiful body, utterly excited. A constant tingling and itchy pleasure emanated from my tender opening,
my juices practically gushing out. My vaginal muscles involuntarily contracted in waves, which was incredibly pleasurable for the young knight. Perhaps he
wasn't very skilled to begin with, and the scene was just too stimulating. After only a few thrusts, his spine went numb. He
quickly pressed his penis against my vagina and ejaculated a thick stream of semen.

I initially wanted to stop him, but the hot semen caused my legs to automatically wrap around him, and my pink buttocks twisted and arched as I reached
another orgasm.

Seeing the young knight was finished, the merchant pulled out his penis.

This merchant was short and stout, not particularly attractive, but his penis was quite long, with a small glans and
a pointed shape. He then raised his penis, shifting me from a supine position to a kneeling position, exposing my entire
buttocks. The merchant pressed the glans against my vulva, easily penetrating my moist labia. He thrust his penis forcefully
, reaching its full length, piercing my clitoris.

Now that my mouth was unobstructed, I couldn't help but moan, "Ah...oh..."

The merchant had endured for so long, so he immediately began thrusting and pounding without mercy. The pointed glans gave me
a unique sensation. I wanted to scream loudly, but I was afraid of being discovered. I felt both shy and pleasurable,
not daring to be too wanton, only letting out soft moans of "hmm...mmm..."

The merchant leaned over my back, kissing my snow-white neck and ears, making me tremble all over. He
whispered in my ear , "You're so beautiful... I feel so good..."

I finally let out a moan, "Ah... ah... oh... I feel... good too..."

The businessman wasn't one to last long either. Hearing my moans, he tensed up and quickly thrust about fifty times.
He was at the crucial moment, his penis throbbing, his glans both sore and numb. He said, "Good sister... I'm going to cum...
ah... cum... no...

I'll hold back... to make you feel even better... hold back... I'll thrust..."

Luckily, I was also pushed to my peak at this moment. I didn't care if others could hear me. My little mouth couldn't help but cry
out, "Ouch...!" Honey sprayed everywhere, and I reached my third orgasm.

My vagina contracted powerfully during the orgasm, and the businessman was gripped by pleasure and beauty. He couldn't hold back any longer,
goosebumps rose, and he also ejaculated.

I collapsed on the sofa, the bison leather sofa was soaked everywhere, covered in my vaginal fluid. Under
the influence of my sensitivity was incredibly high.

The two men caressed me with satisfaction. After a long while, we finally got up and tidied our clothes, but my
underwear was snatched by the young knight, who said he wanted it as a souvenir. I blushed deeply with embarrassment. The three of them
said , and I kissed each of them for a while before they let me go and return to the dance floor.

I straightened my light blue dress and, taking advantage of the height of the dance, blended into the crowd.
The blush after our lovemaking added to my alluring charm, attracting the attention of many men. Two or three of
them stared at me with lustful eyes, their gazes lingering from my buttocks down to my thighs. I could clearly
feel their burning intensity. It was already past midnight, and my encounter with those two men had lasted two or three hours, longer than I
had imagined .

As the brilliant fireworks soared into the sky again, people poured out of the gardens into the streets for the final revelry, and I
followed the surging crowd.

In just a minute, I felt many eager hands around my buttocks. A man
's hand was lifting my skirt, moving from my thigh down to my buttocks... I couldn't help but moan; I was
completely powerless to resist.

This stranger's hand, through my underwear, touched the tip of my lower abdomen. As I walked out of the mangrove garden
, my heart was filled with anticipation. At that moment, a warm liquid was overflowing from my body. I
hated that damned Sisley for making my body so sensitive and then abandoning me.
My whole body was burning with lust, making me perfect food for these perverts. The realism of being in a crowd amplified the
intense pleasure within me, the joy of intercourse and being tortured.

Two or three perverts' fingers touched my lower body... the sight of them breathing hot air around me,
the sensual reaction causing my fluids to flow down my thighs...

and seeing that I offered no resistance even when my thighs were being touched, the perverts became more ruthless.

"No!" I struggled through the crowd, trying to escape their clutches.

The boldest of them chased me through the streets and alleys, his arms around my waist, his
hot breath : "Baby, don't run away, I'll give you the ultimate pleasure! Or do you want everyone to see
evidence of your lewdness?"

"What?"

He gently kissed my neck, his right hand reaching down to my genitals. A patch of my blue silk evening dress was wet,
becoming semi-transparent.

It clung stickily to my legs, highlighting my private area, making it obvious to everyone that my naked
genitals were hidden beneath the dress. "Am I supposed to walk out like this?" My heart trembled secretly, my face flushed with shame, but my body
reacted involuntarily. The strange stimulation shattered my will to resist, and I helplessly let him pull me
forward, my body pressed against his.

People on the street looked at us with envy. The man was tall, wearing a long black robe, his face obscured by his hood
.

The woman was almost being held in front of him, her head bowed shyly; she was a beautiful woman.
Every move was full of alluring charm.

He led me to the top of Hailan's tallest observation tower, the very heart of the city, where brilliant fireworks
rose all around us.

From the top, Hailan's buildings stretched out before us. Only the two of us were on top; this tower, a place of prayer
for favorable winds held immense significance for Hailan, a city built on shipping, and wasn't a place anyone could easily ascend.

He put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the edge of the tower, helping me stand before the barely two-foot-high bluestone railing.

"I love it here. Baby, standing here, don't you feel like everyone in this sinful world is
looking up at your skirt?"

"..." The strong sea breeze made me sway slightly, afraid I might accidentally fall from the thirty-meter-
high tower.

"Hahaha..."

He laughed heartily, placing his hand on my buttocks. My firm, elastic buttocks twitched slightly, but
ultimately remained still. He lifted my skirt, revealing a large portion of my long, snow-white thighs. I pressed
my legs together tightly, afraid to move an inch.

He whispered in my ear, "You're going to masturbate in front of everyone in Hailan."

"What?"

"I want you to spread your legs, position your lovely vulva directly in front of Hailan, and then
masturbate in front of half a million people in the city. You're going to put your hand under your skirt and touch your most private place—right here, at the highest
point ."

"This…"

"Do you want me to say it again loudly?"

"No! I'll do it anyway." I reluctantly put my hands under my skirt.

Then he said, "Do it properly. I won't let you go until you climax."

I put my hands under my skirt to my private parts, then lowered the skirt to cover my hands. He pulled up my skirt and commanded
, "Don't cover them up. Even though you're masturbating in front of everyone in Hailan, I'm monitoring you on their behalf. Lift
your skirt up a bit, do it seriously, don't try to fool me. You'd better be quick, or
I won't care if someone comes over."

My private parts were exposed by the hand that had been inside my skirt. His index and middle fingers moved gently between my labia.
The towering fireworks occasionally illuminated my body, and my hairy private parts were clearly visible in the firelight.

I looked around to see if anyone was coming. The tension and humiliation
of excited me all over, my labia began to open, and nectar began to secrete.

"How could this be..." The excitement mixed with guilt quickly spread through my lower abdomen and spine.
My clitoris gradually hardened, and each time my fingers circled my labia, they were coated with nectar. A sweet current
shot through my brain as they circled my clitoris again. "No…

I can't…"

Contrary to my willpower, my clitoris hardened, and my fingers moved faster and faster. My face flushed red, and I desperately tried
to suppress a moan.

Then, footsteps sounded behind me. My whole body stiffened. Listening to the footsteps, thankfully they weren't coming
towards , but were receding into the distance. I was sweating profusely with tension. At this peak of tension, he suddenly reached
out and placed his hand outside my vagina. "Oh, so wet. Looks like you're very excited, hehe…"

His fingers probed between my labia. I placed my hands on his, but dared not stop him. His hands
caressed my clitoris gently, as if touching a fragile work of art, or as if mixing
paint .

Suddenly, he grabbed my firm, protruding breasts from behind and began to knead them forcefully.

I struggled, trying to pry his strong hands off, trembling as I said, "Stop! I'm not that kind of woman!"

He ignored my struggles, starting to unbutton my evening dress while whispering in my ear, "Baby,
think this through. If I call out, the guards on the tower will come up. You don't want that. Don't
deceive your body, having an affair with a man at a ball, getting so excited in front of everyone in Hailan and still claiming you
're not a harlot..."

I lowered my head and stopped struggling. He slowly unbuttoned my evening dress, letting it slip off my shoulders, revealing my
firm, snow-white breasts and a beautiful, deep cleavage. He slipped his hand into my cleavage, pinching my nipples with his fingers and kneading
my soft, elastic breasts.

My pert and elastic breasts, freed from their restraints, seemed eager to spring out, trembling
and standing tall in the air. My small, pink nipples, stimulated by his touch, were already erect.
The beautiful, slightly red areolas, highlighting the nipples, made one's mouth water, tempting one to bite them.

"Ah! Truly a masterpiece of God..." the man couldn't help but exclaim.

I tried to cover my breasts with my hands, but they were impossible to hide, and I couldn't stop the man's invasive hands. My beautiful
breasts were constantly being kneaded and squeezed, and I kept twisting my body, unable to break free from the fingers that were tightly gripping my breasts,
yet a strange feeling crept into my heart.

"Baby, take off the rest of your clothes yourself!"

I hesitated sadly for a moment, but I knew that things were beyond repair, and I unbuttoned my skirt in front of the man.
The light blue skirt slid down from my waist to my feet from my snow-white, slender thighs, revealing my white, semi-transparent skin and my pink,
moist mysterious area. I was now standing naked in front of the man. Standing there completely naked,
under the man's lewd gaze, my snow-white skin seemed to be stained with shame, and my whole body exuded a bewitching aura.

"What a beautiful body, baby, it's such a waste that you're wearing clothes, isn't it better to be naked like this!" He
hugged me from behind, making me unable to move, and began to roughly caress my breasts.

Such rough actions, however, only aroused the already intense sensual reactions within me. My forehead
, damp with sweat, swayed occasionally against my blond hair, and the man's hand followed suit, caressing my breasts. An ordinary lecher wouldn't
do this, which only heightened my anticipation.

"Ah..."

I couldn't help but groan, and the man then grabbed my hand, guiding it to his crotch...

The "manhood," which had broken free from his robe, was hot and erect.

My rationality almost completely collapsed, and I involuntarily grasped the man's genitals. Although we had just had intense
intercourse, my body felt as if it had been abstinent for a long time, filled with a longing for a man.

It was indeed a "manhood" I hadn't touched in a long time; it was hot and hard in my small palm, almost too big to hold.
I never imagined that there were men in this world who possessed such "things."

My former sensuality began to melt under the burning flames of lust.

"Ah ah..."

I groaned again as the man rubbed his penis against the crotch of my buttocks, letting the tip of his penis touch
the entrance, slowly rubbing.

Suddenly, the man pressed his waist down, inserting the tip into my mouth.

My face was already flushed red. I closed my eyes, terrified. My body was so eager
for a man . What if someone found out? But I didn't care anymore. I spread my legs, letting
the tip of his penis slowly sink in two or three times. When it penetrated me all at once, I couldn't help but cry out.
The flames of lust burned several times brighter than usual.

"Ah..."

My body was finally liberated, my womb filled with a real sensation. All my nerves seemed to have
fully awakened.

"That's wonderful, Miss Crivado!"

A male voice rang in my ears. I was startled, thinking it was my imagination, but when I came to my senses, I
clearly heard what followed...

"No, it's Eve!"

I turned my head in horror, but I couldn't see the man's face behind me.

The man's laughter rang in my ears, and his movements began again.

"Oh..."

I wanted to escape, but the "man" below kept my body immersed in pleasure.

Everything's been ruined. This man knows my identity perfectly well. Unlike Sisley, he won't sabotage the
partnership with my family.

I only wanted to indulge myself a bit in Hyland, far from Rovijra, so I was practically indiscriminate with men.
There was no restraint on Sarah's behavior. Due to Hyland's remoteness, Sarah and I rarely appeared in public.
But … this man, and those two at the ball… what does he intend to do by revealing my identity at a time like this?
Will he spread the news? If money can solve this, thank goodness.
Someone like him, who can enter forbidden areas, is unlikely to be satisfied with merely having sex with me.

I absolutely cannot accept it if people spread my lewd behavior to Lovijira.

Leaving Lovijira, I feel like a different woman, but now, I must uphold my identity as a member of the Crivedo family
and my status as a countess.

When I left Lovijira, no matter how lewd I was, I always thought that once I returned home, I could immediately
return to the world of the second daughter of the Crivedo family, at least outwardly maintaining a noble and pure image. It was
this sense of security that sustained me.

Now, this man has shattered my inner security…

the sudden stimulation and the panic in my heart have caused the elements within me to run rampant uncontrollably. The top of the Wind-Viewing Tower, originally
a sacred place , was filled with all sorts of elements. The light element surged uncontrollably into my body,
swirling wildly within me. I couldn't suppress the chaotic elements within me, and it seemed I was about to explode and die.

"The countess's scent is indeed extraordinary, worthy of her ancient noble lineage!"

The man in black robes continued his actions on me, a vast and boundless water
element, as powerful as the ocean, suppressing the chaos of the elements within me. The elemental power on the Wind-Viewing Tower also seemed to accept the challenge, becoming exceptionally
strong .

"Oh..." The chaos of elements can only be suppressed with the same element, but my light element achieved a strange balance with the elemental power
naturally and that powerful water element. My body was limp,
unable to exert any strength, yet my senses were exceptionally sensitive. My will was completely focused on the lovemaking of the man and woman, as if I had forgotten
the black-robed man's malice, forgotten the uncontrollable elements within me, and passionately responded to him.

I gritted my teeth, and the tips of my claws curled.

In the darkness before dawn, a man and a woman were endlessly indulging in their lewd acts on the top of the Wind-Viewing Tower.

"Ah..."

I exhaled a hot breath, my arms wrapped around him from behind... As his penis entered,
the sensual spread, and I lost the ability to think. Consumed by lust, I was
completely unaware, intoxicated by the sensation, becoming a beast chasing its own desires.

He pulled his penis out of me, then forcefully thrust it back in.

"Ah..."

A final burst of fireworks rose in the pre-dawn sky, transforming into a shower of fiery blossoms, adorning the heavens
with unparalleled splendor. I let out a mournful cry, a surge of intense pleasure rushing to my head. A
pair possessing both the fluidity of water wings and the brightness of light wings, more beautiful than ever before.

The black-robed man abandoned me immediately after finishing, while my hands pressed against the blue stone railing atop the observation tower,
semen flowing from my lower body, immersed in the ecstasy, shame, anxiety, and humiliation of orgasm. At that moment, a pleasure
transcending life and death also filled my entire being.

The wheels

chugged and rumbled as the carriage, adorned with the nine-headed bird crest, carried us toward Lonsa.

Almost half a year had passed since our return from Hyland, and it all felt like a dream, an unreal dream. I was back to
the life of a countess I knew, only little John hadn't appeared again, but that didn't matter. At my
insistence, Sarah had also become much more restrained. But what I feared hadn't happened; everything was as before,
peaceful and serene.

In the spring of 1534 in the Calendar of Light, the orcs of the Northern Frontier began invading the kingdom's borders again. The King issued a summons.
Sarah and I left Great Maple Forest Castle for the capital, Lonsa. I would
study magic under Tower Bacha, the only light-elemental mage in the Kingdom of Lovijira. Sarah was more interested in martial arts; she would become a magic swordsman,
for a pure swordsman would never be the choice of a light-winged person.

In late spring, March, we arrived in Lonsa and began our life in the capital.

Like all the ancient noble families of the provinces, my family also had a mansion in Lonsa. The courtyard was also filled with
maple trees, but compared to Great Maple Forest Castle, this residence seemed too small. Longsa was further north than Great Maple Forest Castle, and
the climate was colder; when we arrived, snow was still falling. I could hardly imagine
how those orcs had crossed the Blue Cauldron River to attack the kingdom from the even colder Dashido and Mifrath.

By the time everything was settled, it was early April. The weather warmed up, grass grew on the wasteland,
food became plentiful, and the orcs retreated. Sarah's magic swordsmanship was progressing well, but I encountered
trouble. Since returning from Hylan, my light wings were no longer composed of pure light element, but a mixture of light and
water elements. The two elements interfered with each other, preventing me from using either one smoothly, so my
magic progress was slow.

Putting that aside, life in the capital was quite nice—a bustling, fashionable city. Compared to Longsa,
Great Maple Forest Castle was just a rural place. Clothing, accessories, and utensils were all the best there. Compared to Hailan
's wealth, Longsa's could only be described as extravagant; the lives of its nobles would leave even the wealthiest merchants of the Free City Alliance speechless.
The partnership with Viscount Sisley had also brought the family immense riches.

Endless banquets and elaborate entertainment—this was the life of the Longsa nobility. However,
increased inevitably brought increased power, or rather, more wealth required greater power to maintain it.

At these banquets, I met Crown Prince Tumenica, like many noble ladies.

It was at Marquis Hua Si's ball. To the strains of melodious music, he embraced me as we danced.
He had just returned from the northern border, still seemingly carrying the scent of travel. At 573 years old,
in the prime of a winged being's life, he had short black hair and bright, piercing eyes that seemed to see into one's soul.
His arms were strong and powerful; he practically spun me around in his arms, making me dizzy.

“I’ve heard your brother mention you; Miss Eve is even more beautiful than I imagined!”

“I’ve also long admired Your Highness’s reputation for skill in battle, and my brother is equally impressed!” A casual exchange of pleasantries ensued between
us .

“Oh?” Tumenichá chuckled, “I heard that Victor has never met any of your siblings?”

“Yes!” The Crown Prince’s unexpected seriousness made me blush, and I whispered in defense, “I read it in my elder brother’s letter
.” I didn’t dare look at him again until the song ended.

Amidst the magnificent dance steps, the reshuffling of the kingdom's power began...

The End

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