Diablo

This fanfiction is woven from my overwhelming love for the characters created by Qi Niang. The dark world she depicts is beautiful; humanity is kind, deception is reduced to a prank, and ordinary people possess great courage, knowing how to sacrifice and remaining grateful—these are the qualities that allow one to survive disaster.
If the people in this dark world resemble most post-apocalyptic stories, I probably won't read it; such a people would be more environmentally friendly and healthier if they simply died. As this
is my first time writing, I can only imitate the masters. I'm too obsessed with Lao Ni (who deliberately focuses only on the wickedness of humanity, never mentioning its goodness), so I'm writing about a trace of filth beneath Qi Niang's beautiful world. Plus, as Gu Daxia said, hatred can transform into love, but when hatred ceases, that love can transform into murderous intent.
It is precisely this love for the characters in Qi Niang's works that transforms into murderous intent… (this is just an excuse).
I've always believed that authentic hentai is the work and property of the original author; therefore, my protagonist is someone else, and the story is different.
The main motivation for creating this fanfiction is to vent my frustration for someone who is usually either the female lead or a minor supporting character in a typical story…
someone that even I, Qi Niang, probably wouldn't remember.
1. In the
Rogue Encampment of Women's Street, at the New Rogue Bar, which has been destroyed countless times, newly trained job changers are bragging, drinking, and exchanging information.
A newly promoted druid casually asks about the synthesis mutation of summoning. Before the druid at the same table can answer, a barbarian at another table strikes up a conversation as if it were a secret, lowering his voice as if it were a secret. But even if the barbarian lowers his voice, every corner of the bar can hear him clearly.
"I want to increase the affinity of my summoned creatures! Affection! The higher the affinity of my summoned creatures..." "Hmph! Everyone knows that the higher the affinity of the summoned creatures, the higher the success rate of summoning a monster. The problem is how to increase affinity! If you don't know, then shut up..." "Ha! You've come to the right person!" "How come a barbarian knows more than a druid? Are you some kind of beast fetishist..." "Take it or leave it. I'm asking you, in the Rogue Encampment, who is the strongest at summoning monsters compared to a druid?" "Probably that heinous, wicked harem elder." "Exactly... I heard it from Elder Van...
Speaking of which...
more than ten years ago... like this and that... like this and that..."
The barbarian launched into a long rant for a quarter of an hour...
"Seeing that the Venomous Flower Vine was on the verge of death, Elder Fan himself was seriously injured and only had one cup of red medicine left. He knew he couldn't possibly break through the encirclement without drinking it himself. Drinking the Venomous Flower Vine's medicine was a problem." Elder Fan took out the red medicine and fed it to the Venomous Flower Vine, saying, "I, Wu Fan, am not a good person. Shameless, cowardly, greedy, incompetent—many flaws can be found in me. But I am a man. I dare not say I am upright, but at least I must have a clear conscience.
I, Wu Fan, am not unintelligent, and I don't act solely on instinct. The Venomous Flower Vine's help to me, accompanying me through my loneliest days, is all vividly remembered. I haven't forgotten it for a moment. It cannot be erased by absurd reasons like 'instinct' or 'low intelligence.' My conscience can be hidden, but it absolutely cannot be eaten by dogs. I cannot watch it die now.
" With that, the Venomous Flower Vine erupted…
"Hmph, a clear conscience shouldn't be eaten by dogs. I ca
n't believe humans are worse off than summoned creatures..." A job changer, so ordinary-looking he'd be easily lost in a crowd, couldn't take it anymore. He dropped the nonsensical words and his money for drinks, heading straight for Women's Street.
Women's Street, as the name suggests, is a brothel complex within the Rogue Encampment. Every woman there is a pitiful woman who has lost her family and has no one to rely on. To support themselves or their equally unable-to-work family members, they have no choice but to take this job. The women here don't have low status; at least, even noble job changers can't force them into transactions.
Some women, thanks to their skilled bedroom arts, have successfully married and become wives. There have even been second and third wives of prominent families. Of course, people still have some reservations about prostitutes, so becoming a legitimate wife is practically impossible.
The weak rely on and help each other. Physical labor is never-ending, and there are always a few days each month when they can't work. If they don't help each other, will they go hungry during those days?
This unique environment forms a unique circle. When mutual help becomes a habit, forgetting one's roots is even rarer. Those who have succeeded in getting out of poverty often help their sisters who haven't, and those who haven't, when they hear news that the larger family is interested in them, will remember to send a message.
This is the fundamental structure of Women's Street.
The main street of Women's Street is filled with tents, some open, some closed. Open tents are for guests; customers look around outside before entering. Closed tents are for guests already working inside.
The ordinary-looking job seeker wandered through the main street of Women's Street, twisting and turning, until he entered a dilapidated house in a side alley.
Inside was a woman with long, brown-gold hair past her shoulders, an oval face, and bright, lively eyes that seemed to hold an indescribable allure.
She was undeniably beautiful, though her height was rather short, which detracted from her overall beauty.
She wore only a light veil, just covering her chest, which accentuated her full figure and slender waist. The glimpses of her rosy hue were alluring.
Her lower body was completely naked, the triangle formed by her brown-gold pubic hair perfectly covering her private parts. The glistening wetness indicated she had just been masturbating, fueling endless fantasies.
The job-changer, however, seemed unfazed, showing no interest whatsoever.
"Oh...you're back, earlier than usual..."
"Aunt Peti, aren't you working today? Why aren't you at the tent?"
"It's Sister Peti...my little Vess...I want you to keep me company today."
As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around Vess's (the ordinary-looking job-changer's) neck.
"Aunt Peti, you raised me!" Caught off guard by a glimpse of a deep cleavage through the thin fabric, coupled with the shapely body gently pressed against her, Vess couldn't help but swallow hard.
"It's Petit! Good to know, hurry up and take off your pants to repay your kindness in raising me, or... are you disgusted by Petit's dirty body now that you've changed jobs?"
(Author's note: If someone raised for money thinks a prostitute is dirty, they're not human.)
"Aunt Petit, I'm not disgusted by you, what's wrong with you? This isn't your usual self!"
"Hehe... Petit might be going ashore soon. A Kurast-level paladin wants to marry me, and then you'll be all alone. I'm worried about you..." "
Even though I just changed jobs, I'm still a necromancer, okay... I can take care of myself." "
I'm not worried about that. What I'm worried about is..." Petit reached into Vis's pants and started playing with his genitals, "This."
"Without me watching, that slut Shaka could tear you apart.
Who told you to be so careless when you went to the toilet? She's been nagging me about this weapon for years."
"Aunt Petit... I consider you my mother."
"If you treat me like a mother, then do your job properly. I don't remember raising you into a coward who wouldn't even sleep with a woman.
If you don't treat me like a mother, then what are you holding back for?" Without giving Vess a chance to reply, he pulled out his penis, aimed it at his soaking wet vagina, and found that even with his toes outstretched, he couldn't take in this beast.
With a slight pull from the hand hanging around Vess's neck, he gently lifted the penis, and it slid eight or nine-tenths of the way into Pete's vagina.
Pete was petite, and after the penis entered, her feet didn't touch the ground; her entire weight was supported by Vess's penis.
Pete's weight caused the penis to pass directly through the cervix and press against the uterine wall. This intense impact even made the battle-hardened Pete lose her composure.
The force of the hand on Vess's neck naturally dissipated, and the hand slid down Vess's chest, causing her to fall backward.
Seeing this, Viss, who had been at a loss, reacted quickly, fearing that Petty would fall, and hurriedly scooped her up and held her tightly in his arms.
With this, his penis thrust into her vagina, and Petty felt as if her uterus was being pierced.
Stimulated by the intertwined pain and pleasure, Petty awoke from her daze.
"Ugh... Little Viss... you're so cruel... you just... ruined... Petty-sister..."
What could a teenager say in this situation
? Viss didn't respond; rather, he was unable to respond, or rather, he had responded entirely with his actions.
Holding her tightly, thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting again, thrusting with all his might, wanting only to merge them into one. The
idea that virgins lack technique is universally true, even those raised in brothels.
No matter how much you observe, there are always some techniques that you can't learn without hands-on experience.
"Ah... um... um... mmm... um... ah... mmm... um... um..."
Pete endured wave after wave of impacts. With each thrust, the pressure she applied to Vess's arms increased or decreased, sometimes groaning, sometimes moaning, communicating with him in this most primal way, guiding him to possess her body, filling her emptiness.
Vess's legs, supporting the weight of two people and the reaction force of the thrusts, felt a little weak, so he leaned against the wall for leverage.
Leaning against the wall made the angle of penetration problematic, making insertion more difficult;
by a stroke of luck, he turned Pete around, letting the wall bear part of her weight, and grabbed her thighs with both hands, making it easier to penetrate. Each thrust felt like it was penetrating her womb.
"Mmm...no...oh...I...I...can't...take it...anymore...ah...no...ah...oh..."
The walls of the house weren't exactly high quality; the rough interior made Pete uncomfortable, her pelvis throbbing against the walls with each thrust, causing a dull ache that made Pete realize something was wrong.
Most women would just have to endure it, waiting for their partner to climax. Pete, however, was a seasoned pro, finding an opening and changing positions was a piece of cake for her. She waited until the penis was inserted as shallowly as possible before tightening her vaginal muscles. The novice Vis couldn't react in time,
so the insertion was naturally shallow, and the withdrawal was naturally deeper.
At that moment, Pete twisted her body, pressing her hands against the wall and raising her legs, turning 180 degrees around the penis inside her, then landing on her feet, successfully transitioning from a front-entry position to a standing, arched-back position.
Vess felt a tingling, electric-like sensation travel from his spine to his brain. He tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and held on tightly to his trembling seminal vesicle before thrusting all the way in.
The arched back position allows for deeper penetration than the straight front position, and with this thrust, he couldn't hold back any longer; his semen filled Pety's interior.
If Vess had been more experienced, knowing to pause or thrust lightly a few times, he wouldn't have ejaculated so quickly.
Pety was satisfied, but she knew things wouldn't end there; her opponent was a virgin.
Virgins are creatures who won't stop until they've exhausted all their stamina during sex, and she knew how terrifying Vess's stamina was, something she'd watched grow up.
His mother had wanted him to undergo druid training when he was young, but he couldn't be a druid; he hadn't developed anything except physical strength. Later, when he became a necromancer, his stamina was exactly three times that of a normal druid.
As expected, Vess immediately resumed his attack, and the piston-like movements began again without any hesitation.
With the weapon plunged deep inside, it served as a clarion call for the renewed war.
Vess bent slightly, his hands slipping inside Qing Sha's body, touching her full breasts, feeling their weight as he lifted them from below. Her breasts, too large to be grasped in one hand, were soft and elastic, deforming with Vess's ministrations.
As time passed, repeated orgasms caused Petty to lose control of the situation; her strength was exhausted. Her moans gradually weakened, slowly turning into muffled groans, then into soft panting, and finally even panting ceased.
Before completely losing consciousness, she vaguely remembered being placed face down on the bed, her lower body being lifted and penetrated.
Petty had been prepared to be broken when she decided to sacrifice herself, to persuade her best friend's son, and even more so to avenge her sister and mother, her best friend. In her
final moments of ecstasy, her last thought was: "Am I courting death?"
The next day, the two naked people awoke in bed.
"Why?"
"Well... it's so that the virgin chicken I've raised for years won't be given away to someone else..."
"No way, that's the reason!"
"Hmm... I don't want to tarnish my reputation. How can I be as innocent as the ones raised in Women's Street!"
"That reason is even more far-fetched than before..."
"Well... to prevent you from accidentally killing someone with your big stick, I'll use you as a test subject first. Anyway, killing your own family doesn't cost you your life."
"Are you just trying to fob me off, or are you just trying to fob me off?"
"...Because my adopted son's bestial bloodline is about to awaken, transforming him into a rapist demon that even a billion horses couldn't trample to death. For the safety of the Rogue Encampment and Women's Street, the girl who raised this beast has no choice but to shoulder the responsibility and serve the demon herself."
"You can't play like that... You're the rapist demon, your whole family is rapist...
no no no... you're the only rapist demon in your whole family...
and you better stop watching the Beast Duke series, it's already ruined your brain! A girl, my foot! Hmph!"
"Your sister Petty is only 25, isn't she a teenager? And she's already reading the Duke of the Beast series... It's a job requirement. Saying a line or two is better than any aphrodisiac or male enhancement drug. Men love this kind of thing.
If you don't learn a few tricks from the books, you won't be able to keep customers... Sometimes customers even bring the books to play with. There was this barbarian named Doug or something, who said he couldn't read. He called a few sisters over, and he made one of them read aloud while the others acted it out. He played the Duke and had a blast... You tell me, you can't be unfamiliar with these books."
(Suddenly I want to make fun of that old Ni who always calls for prostitutes and even forces his son to call for prostitutes: Who taught you not to know them?)
"Now, even prostitutes need to be educated. The sisters who couldn't read before now regularly go to the general store to buy books."
(The book was bought at the general store. Wu Fan had bought a novel while buying and selling equipment; see the main story for details.)
It's cheap that group of guys who write letters for others, saying they're tutoring the girls, but they end up in bed together, and they don't even need to pay for prostitutes anymore…” “
I say…you seem to have a lot of resentment towards the Beast Duke series…”
“No…I really admire the author…she must be a chameleon, ridden by thousands and penetrated by tens of thousands…
” “The dark world has no incense.”
“Her clothes are like teleportation scrolls, torn hundreds of thousands of times…
no…I should say she's a very respectable, highly skilled, and virtuous senior in the art of killing hundreds of thousands of people.
Otherwise, how could she come up with so many tricks…
If she didn't deliberately use tricks, to use all the moves in the book in her career, she'd have to work for at least 80 years! She's not even human!”
“Aunt Petit, how much resentment do you have towards the author of Beast Duke!”
(Author's note: The forbidden books in the Royal Library, combined with the millennia-old heritage of the Elven race, are no less numerous than the erotic books in the head of the gluttonous nun; they are not something a mere prostitute could possibly glimpse.)
"Call me Sister Petty. Okay... back to the point, you need to conquer Women's Street."
"Why would I want to conquer Women's Street for no reason? What's the point... I should say, what use is it besides doing something?"
"Don't think I don't know. You've always wanted to get justice for your mother, and you couldn't hold back even more after changing jobs.
You have no manpower, no money, no intelligence, no strength. Are you going to go alone just because of your resentment?
That's suicide. Listen to Sister Petit. Conquer Women's Street, and you'll get manpower and intelligence all at once. Everything will be easier. You have the resources to conquer Women's Street. Training is no problem. I've personally tested it...
Also... don't think that defeating Sister Petit will make you invincible. It's not because I'm afraid you'll be traumatized by your first defeat...
that's why I haven't given you any control... If you don't believe me, I'll try to drain you dry with my riding position tonight..." At
the Rogue Encampment, Wu Fan's house, the emotionless princess kept sneezing.
"My lord, Little Jasmine... seems to be sick."
"Brother Wu, you're not good at managing the household. You haven't taken good care of the people at home..."
"But it's not my fault, big brother. He's not home often." Sarah is so thoughtful. "Brother, this won't do. Since you failed, consider it punishment. Just take good care of Jasmine until she recovers." "Xiao
Fan, Xiao Fan, I'm sick too! I want to take care of her too!"
"Spare me, wait...aren't mercenaries immune to illness?"
"A maid who's been played with until she's tired of you won't find much novelty in getting sick, so it doesn't matter... Your Highness, you beastly duke with only lust, take expired birth control pills that cure colds."
"I have no hope for my stupid master's concern."
"Ah...Fanfan is falling into despair."
Next episode preview: Diablo II: The Forgotten Children 2. Enmity and grudges. Did Pete really get married?
Did Vees really go to conquer Women's Street
? Who is Vees' mother's enemy? Is
Wu Fan's family just here to pad the word count?
Budget. The first member of Wu Fan's family to enter the plot is Xiao Heitan.

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