[The invincible Viscount Orpheus was tricked by his servants and became a defeated sex slave to a spoiled brat.] [Author: Michael Joe Egg]

Author: Michael Joe Egg
Word Count: 16988

Holy Roman Empire, Count de Medici, Starank Territory, Kattegat Riverbank.
Sunlight, like scattered gold, rippled and danced on the vast river's surface, the turbulent waves flowing
ceaselessly . An island, about four miles long and half a mile wide, jutted into the river like a cold-forged blade
, cleaving the mighty river and proudly enduring millennia of erosion.
This island was the core of the Starank Territory. Since
the arrival of barbarians five hundred years ago, this island, connecting the German inland river to the North Sea, had been forged into
an . When northern pirates launched their invasions, this territory, founded by the Starank family
, served as a towering iron fortress, blocking their downstream advance. For five hundred years, the Starank family had risen and
fallen , consistently serving as the guardian of the northern border of the Holy Roman Empire.
It seemed nothing had changed; the Holy Roman Empire remained Rome, and the Romans' adoration of their
gods and emperors had never wavered.
But the world was subtly shifting. A month earlier, the unexpected death of the former Holy Roman Emperor, Rautlüt, had occurred.
Three days later, at the late emperor's funeral, the noble bloodline of the twelve electors was consumed by a sudden fire
, leaving the entire upper echelons of the Holy Roman Empire in an awkward and brief power vacuum.
In the vacant positions of emperor and electors, fifty-four large and small
vassal states were engaged in fierce infighting, from underhanded assassinations in the shadows to open fratricide among fellow Christians
. Three opposing camps had formed, each vying for imperial power.
The royalists, supporting the young son of the late Emperor Rautlüt, were mostly small, wavering
vassal states lacking diplomatic alliances.
The Sayer family, who had decided to establish a new dynasty and adopt a system of noble co-rule, possessing twelve vassal
states, and the Medici family, who had used the promise of ceding territory after becoming emperor as leverage to lure the Viking king of the north into leading an army to suppress the other lords
, were both powerful. "Times have changed, my lord. Nobles must also form alliances for self-preservation. A new Roman dynasty is about to begin."
Riding on his majestic Gato, the eldest son of the Medici family, Medici, exuded a
striking presence, his magnificent attire accentuating his handsome features. Mr. Hook chuckled, patiently picking up a piece of dried meat and dangling it
before , like luring a lowly fish, enticing the horse to spur its hooves and gallop towards the river.
"The Starranc family is the most powerful among the royalists. If we can persuade them and gain their
support , victory in this war to decide the next emperor will be the Medici family's for the taking."
The man named Medici... Hook's son turned to the hundred or so well-equipped soldiers following him and asked
, "You are the intelligent men I chose, those who have pledged allegiance to the Medici family. Tell me, who currently governs the territory
of Starank ?"
"The great 'Meteor's Radiance,' Viscountess Orpheus of Starank," replied a
burly, powerfully built, and naked man.
"I, or rather every native of Starank who grew up here, have heard tales of Miss Orpheus since
childhood . Although she is nineteen, the same age as me, and an unmarried woman, if you underestimate her
courage and astonishing wisdom..." the man laughed, claiming to be a native of Starank who had learned martial arts from the snowy plains of Eastern Europe, where witchcraft was prevalent
. It was a strange statement, but this often-smiling, rather affable giant
quickly became friends with the unruly Hook. "That's enough." Hook
flicked , angrily cracking his whip. The whip lashed out like a whirlwind, tearing the sound barrier,
leaving a faint white mark on the man's bewildered face.
"I know Orpheus Starank better than you do. The young nobles of Holy Rome often gather together,
and she's the most pretentious of them all."
"She's just a whore who likes to fawn over serfs, putting on airs, riding a white horse and pretending to be a righteous knight."
Hook's handsome face darkened. "What is she? At last year's noble coming-of-age ceremony, she
just said a few nice words with a blank face and got the Emperor's praise. That was clearly a banquet held for me."
"Whore!! Whore...whore." As he cursed, Hook recalled Miss Orpheus riding her white
horse, her slender figure, the majesty emanating from her golden lion eyes, and the foul language involuntarily deepened.
"The Medici family has only one mission this time: to gain the support of the Starlank, or to destroy
the Starlank 's manpower. We cannot allow the Starlank to be stuck in this most important northern valley when the Danish king marches south!"
Ahead lies the Starlank's vassal castle, with a garrison of two hundred men. My father gave me three hundred men for the expedition,
plus one hundred mercenary soldiers I recruited locally. "A significant advantage." "Ophie, war is not a game of
make-believe , not a place where a weakling like you can run rampant." "Mubach! When you face
that bitch, don't kill her."
"Your will, master."
The burly man who had just been whipped by Hook was unconcerned, his bronze, explosive muscles twitching casually,
creating terrifying muscle waves. "I'll hold back, as long as you're willing to let me play with you too."
Unbeknownst to them, Hook's beast had already wandered to the vicinity of a low bridge—the only route connecting
the mainland to the isolated island in the river. "Woo...!!!" When
the camp horn, following the long-standing tradition, emitted a long blast followed by two short blasts across the valley , the entire column finally halted. While the soldiers, exhausted, huddled together, panting heavily, Hook didn't dismount , he systematically dispatched varying numbers of scouts in all directions. Even the cavalry, after dismounting and patrolling, immediately began felling nearby trees, using the thick branches to build makeshift chevaux-de-frise. Although Hook disliked Orpheus's pretentious and hypocritical manner, after spending time with him, he had to learn some valuable qualities of a leader. Finally, Hook looked with satisfaction at his well-equipped force of about five hundred men and sent a messenger to the island. "Invite Miss Orpheus to the camp for a banquet. I want to know if she is still as arrogant and foolish as ever." It wasn't until the banquet that the naive Hook realized that, as the host of the camp, he had once again become a supporting character to Viscount Orpheus. As the lady took her seat, the nobles and knights gathered and sat in the seats that represented their respective ranks.

The others sat directly on the carpeted grass.
"God has given us food, honor, and courage; let us repay God with these three gifts!"
Orpheus Starank stood up, raising her wine glass. The determination in her eyes infected everyone. She tilted her
head back and downed a full glass of red wine in one gulp.
Her face, cold and majestic like a king's, her long and agile limbs—just standing in the camp, Orpheus
Starank exuded a noble and powerful aura. Her fair, snow-white face, thin lips slightly parted, and her slightly narrowed
phoenix eyes and sharp golden pupils gave the duchess an air of quiet authority.
The Viscountess wore a magnificent white and yellow iron crown—a white iron ring made of mithril
from which three golden spear-like horns pierced the sky. This imposing and elegant ornament made the already
tall Miss Orpheus, standing at 1.7 meters, appear as imposing as noblemen. To an ordinary person looking at the Viscountess, those
three towering golden thorns would seem like a queen's crown, majestic and unapproachable. Her long
, straight, waist-length black hair cascaded quietly in the summer breeze. Hook imagined that even the wind
would be intimidated by Viscount Orpheus's appearance,不敢触动那陽鉦的黑鉦縥的发丝 (不敢动动那陽鉦的发丝).
What a terrifying and annoying woman! Just sitting next to her made Hook, who usually acted like a bully, extremely
uncomfortable.
"You're trembling, Hook,"
Hook, who was secretly cursing in his dream, was suddenly awakened by Miss Orpheus's prompting (or perhaps mockery?) from his left.
Unable to distinguish between dream and reality, Hook seemed to see the woman smile.
Smile.
Good heavens, though it was just a very formal, barely perceptible smile, a smile
shouldn't appear on Orpheus's face in Hook's mind.
It must be an illusion, right?
The man thought awkwardly.
"The Saye family is heading towards ruin."
Viscount Orpheus elegantly raised her hand, firmly grasping Hook Medici's trembling shoulders. Under the
forceful pressure, Hook's already frail body instantly stiffened into a rigid, upright position.
From Hook's stiff perspective, her slender arms were covered by a well-fitting, dark blue suit.
The close-fitting fabric accentuated Viscount Orpheus's curvaceous figure, exuding a strict, ascetic aloofness that
attracted the covetous yet fearful gazes of the men in the military camp.
After calming the inexplicably trembling and weak-willed young master before her, Miss Orpheus naturally
took over the dominant role at the banquet. Her authoritative and dignified voice echoed throughout the small tent, transforming
the trap into a stage for analyzing the situation.
"...In short, the Sayer family is large but ineffective, dividing their forces into four routes to cover up the
food shortages caused by their long-term lack of war preparation. Patriarch Polachur went west to block the Duke of France, only increasing their losses. The eldest son in the east
was bogged down by the Uch vassals, and the army led by the second son in the south has already been defeated by the Papals. Now,
their grandfather is attacking from the north... If we defeat them... ambush them in the valley... the heroes of the new dynasty...
wipe them out ... land titles..."
While Hook was distracted, Miss Orpheus began to persuade several of the accompanying nobles to defect.
When Hook came to his senses, he found himself unable to get a word in edgewise.
Compared to the powerful and charismatic Viscount Orpheus, the idle and dissolute Hook was like
a weak child. He didn't even know how to refute her; Orpheus could
easily make Hook's frail spirit tremble at the slightest raising of her voice.
"She's like my father,
" Hook thought dejectedly.
In just ten minutes, the self-assured, supposedly weaker party, wielding considerable power, was
like a child holding a pair of scissors in front of an adult but too afraid to swing them.
Enough!
What dignity, what bearing, what composure! How could a mere viscount pretend to be a king?
I am the one who holds the power of the Starlank family in my hands!
I should be the one to pin this arrogant sow down and humiliate her, not just stand there watching her
do as !
Overwhelmed by the intense inner torment, the already uncomfortable Lord Hook suddenly feigned a
furious expression, his face contorted in a rage, and smashed the wine glass on the table.
"Silence, Hook."
Turning his head, Viscount Orpheus coldly rebuked Hook, his golden lion eyes like those of a ravenous beast, possessing
the disdain of an emperor looking down on roadside trash, garbage, and a male dog.
Cold, hard, and domineering, with leadership far exceeding that of ordinary people—these were the qualities Hook couldn't stand others displaying to him.
After all, Hook knew he was completely devoid of these qualities; he was nothing more than a boy holding sharp scissors but
afraid to sob aloud.
The more he realized his own insignificance, the more the man felt anger and jealousy towards Viscount Orpheus,
who This rapid, vicious emotion, along with the cold beauty
's indifference towards a flea or clown, boiled like molten lava, even surpassing his own weakness and fear towards Hook.
"Stop it, Orpheus! Don't give me that crap!"
"Get a grip, you bitch! My army arrived before the Yesa family."
"Surrender or die! I'll use your father's skull as a bowl!"
Hook used his anger, irrationality, and foul language to mask his inner inferiority and fear. His terrible
language skills left him without a single piece of valid reasoning to stand up to Viscount Orpheus,
not even the most basic polite words. The useless Hook, baring his teeth and brandishing what he called the army's "scissors,"
threatened the Viscount.
The various nobles at the banquet mostly crossed their arms, wearing contemptuous and smug smiles,
watching the sudden outburst of young master Hook with indifference.
The nobles under the Medici family were only attracted by the promise of sharing the spoils of victory;
they didn't believe they had any unwavering loyalty to the Medici family.
Young Master Hook suddenly revealed his true nature, his ridiculous, trembling, and furious behavior clearly etching his weakness
onto his very being. In
the dog-eat-dog adult world, a young pig who only knows how to throw tantrums and flaunt his possessions, once
discovered , will surely fall into the tragic
fate of being devoured, beaten, and drained of marrow by ruthless and cunning hunters.
The nobles, their banquet interrupted, whispered amongst themselves, seemingly trying to recruit someone more charismatic and capable.
Miss Orpheus lowered her head. In a despicable silence, she seemed to inflict the most vicious [
malice
[Pig] [Idiot] [Waste] [Little brat]
[Weak] [Irritable] [Immature] [Easy to bully]
[Moneybags] [Rat] [Bastard] [Inevitable slave]
A shameful silence! A terrible silence!
Everyone present, including the composed Miss Orpheus, grinned, looking at Hook like a dark, inhuman
monster, seeing through the weakness and incompetence hidden beneath his sudden outburst! "What...what are you looking at?"
Anger subsided amidst loud curses. The boundless silence and tangible malice of the others at the banquet sent a shiver down
Hook's spine. Sensibility faded, fear returned, and the familiar incompetence and rage once again dominated him.
"Ah...ah...you..."
Unable to utter a coherent sound, like a clown in a circus, young Master Hook stood in
the center of the silent mockery, his arm raised high, drenched in sweat, not daring to lower it.
Let alone lower it, perhaps even breathing would be a grave mistake.
[What was I doing just now?]
Through his tear-filled, trembling eyes, frozen in fear and collapse, amidst boundless silence and contempt,
young Master Hook clearly heard Orpheus's soft laugh.
"A pig is a pig."
"Hahahaha, young Master Hook!"
"Yay!" "Young Master, what are you doing, Young Master?" "I can do that too." After Orpheus spoke, the camp
erupted in noise again, the nobles laughing and joking, drinking and telling jokes, no one
paying any attention to the embarrassed young Master Hook to the side.
The chair that originally belonged to young Master Hook was casually occupied by a stout nobleman who
chatted with the elegant Miss Orpheus.
At the banquet, the nobles of Holy Rome laughed heartily. Many of them had
fought side-by-side on the steppes, but more often they had slaughtered each other. Although the grand interests of the new dynasty had once led them
to organize a coalition to prepare for a bloody war against the Starank family, upon seeing the more reliable Orpheus and her plans,
they prayed aloud to each other, blessing one another in the name of God.
Everything happening in the chaotic and turbulent banquet hall
was so natural.
This was the world of adult nobles.
As for that forgotten clown…
“Ah… Ahhhhhhh… Orpheus! I’ll kill you!!!” Having experienced extreme
anger and fear, young Master Hook fell into a strange calm, a calm that gave him immense courage, attempting
to reclaim his dignity through the most direct form of violence. As for the question of
who was more qualified to commit violence—the dissolute young master or the eldest daughter of a military aristocracy— Hook had long since disregarded it. How dare a mere, pretentious sow viscount defy the noble count's son, who was born with a huge penis?! "I'm going to kill you! Aaaaaaah!" Indulging in the pathetic fantasy of whipping Orpheus into a writhing, begging-for-mercy sow, young master Hook grabbed a riding crop from the table, took a large step, and lashed it at the indifferent Viscount Orpheus. This was Hook's favorite pastime; this riding crop, imbued with terrifying magic, was a weapon he had acquired at great expense from the Turks . Even though Hook had never learned martial arts, one lash from it was enough to leave those serfs with their skin torn open, wishing they were dead! "Whoosh!" The two-foot-long whip whistled through the air, creating visible separation surfaces in its wake. The fundamental were completely severed, cleanly separated by the whip's power. "Snap!" Viscount Orpheus's counterattack was swift. The whip, like a demon charging from the abyss, was dispersed by a decisive, powerful high kick. A long, black-stockinged leg flashed past, its shadow transforming into a tangible, azure blade of battle aura. Under Orpheus's deliberate control, it grazed Hook's cheek, tearing a tiny crack in his forehead. Finally, the rounded black-stockinged leg, adorned with a brown leather shoe, rested near Hook's bewildered earlobe. "Like a wild beast out of control, Hook. You are afraid of violence, and you commit violence because of fear." "Like a low-intelligence pig." "Drip." The finest drops of blood, turning into mist, slowly seeped from the fine wounds on Hook's cheeks. The blood, sticky and slowly crawling on his skin, caused Hook to scream desperately and frantically . " You vile sow ! Aa ... With a jolt, his muscular upper body, adorned with mysterious tattoos reminiscent of a primitive tribe, trembled. Like a ferocious warrior from a barbarian myth , Mubach unleashed a deafening explosion of power, launching himself skyward. A violent vortex of flesh formed a swirling vortex that devoured everything in its path, culminating in a powerful slam into Viscount Orpheus behind Hook. The muscular giant was met with a familiar whip kick, and amidst a deafening roar like a tidal wave, a long , black shadow erupted from Orpheus's leg strike. In the aftershocks of the sweeping force, clean, knife-like gashes appeared beneath his feet. His movements were like thunder, swift as a shooting star. [Shadow of the Meteor] Orpheus. Starrank was no mere showman. "Boom! Boom! Crack!" Exaggerated sonic booms, the collision of stockinged feet and the giant's pectoral muscles—the perfect drumbeat for the battlefield. Layers of whip-like kicks rippled from Orpheus's black-stockinged legs, stabbing towards Mubach, who was right in front of her. In an instant, countless kicks were unleashed. Without pausing, Orpheus darted and weaved through the military camp, her thighs continuing their dance of motion. The tangible wind blades of battle aura slanted outwards. Amidst the dazzling attacks , the power in each kick rapidly increased. Orpheus's leg technique, as dazzling as a meteor, delivered its final , most destructive strike, aimed at Mubach's muscular chest and abdomen! "Muda muda muda muda!!!!" The roaring giant was toyed with by Viscount Orpheus's exquisite leg techniques, and the occasional heavy blows made him irritable.

"Step back!"
A deafening roar followed Ophie's final, 180-degree high kick.
In , her slender, jade-like body stretched out in an inverted "卜" shape, as if time had reversed, as if a galaxy
had swirled, countless forces converging on a meteor-like, dazzling kick. With a deafening roar, the expanding storm completely shook the giant man
as flew upside down.
"Ugh..." Broken arms, shattered ribs, twisted neck, even gouged out eyes—the cruelty of Ophie's
dazzling, meteor-like leg techniques was on full display of her magnificent martial arts. Mubach ultimately
couldn't withstand it. With the final kick from that black-stockinged, beautiful foot, his burly limbs went limp, and he collapsed to his knees on the floor.
A large amount of pungent blood flowed from his torn throat, lips, and ears, pooling on
the damp, muddy ground.
With a gurgling
sound, like a ball, Mubach's corpse rolled all the way to Young Master Hook's side, causing this inexperienced
spoiled brat to feel his heart clench in the midst of the dramatic events. His limbs
went weak , and his eyes rolled back.
The useless Hook fainted from fright.
For the next few days, Hook was confined to a narrow cage. The Medici
family were betrayed and turned into lackeys of the Starlank family, with ample water and
food provided to him daily.
Confined in his cage, Hook could only glean intelligence from scattered fragments of information.
Orpheus incited his soldiers to ambush the two thousand-strong Saye
Northern Expeditionary Army . He then waited there, luring three thousand of the Saye family's elite reinforcements into the jungle and setting
them ablaze. Viscount Orpheus's daring raids within the army made the name "Shadow of the Meteor" renowned throughout Central Europe.
Now that the Sayer family's power has waned and the royalists are at their zenith, Viscount Orpheus might
become .
In contrast, young Master Hook, who last year was laughing and joking with Orpheus and held himself in high esteem, could only slump dejectedly in
the prison cart, awaiting his family's ransom.
The thought of seeing his father again filled Hook with panic.
"I might as well die here
," Hook thought cowardly. He didn't even dare to see Viscount Orpheus again… the future Duke
.
If he did, his last shred of pitiful pride as the eldest son of the family would surely drive him to suicide.
"A hero is one who retains abundant courage after enduring hardship. Living is living; only
by living can one prepare for a comeback. Death solves nothing." The rustling sounds beside the prison cart
startled young Master Hook. He was about to speak when two rough hands covered his mouth. "Waaah... You're not dead?
Mubach ?"
The newcomer was none other than Mubach, the man who had fought alongside them that day but was brutally kicked to death by Viscount Orpheus's superior legwork . Now, the burly man
was a completely different beast, wearing a brand-new linen short-sleeved shirt and carrying a spice-like bottle and some miscellaneous
keys. "Hey, Grandpa Mubach won't die easily. Hook, I have a chance for you to turn things around." "
I don't want to hear it, it's probably some despicable trick." "Despicable but useful, you're not exactly a gentleman."
"To be frank, I'm despicable but useless, I'll mess everything up, Mubach, I had hundreds of men
and captured by Orpheus alone...
" Hook complained, "I don't want to do anything anymore. I'm a piece of trash, I just want to wait for the ransom and
go back to being a reclusive rich man."
"It's about the plan to deal with Orpheus. Starank, I'm very confident." Mubach grinned,
a finger peeking through a small hole, a lewd smile on his face. "I know you're afraid of her, but she's not that scary. I've slept with
too many women. Strip away the pretense, and women are all the same—warriors, scholars, even
noblewomen and queens, I've been with them all. A little girl like Orpheus isn't difficult to handle; she's so proud and arrogant.
" In the eerie night, Mubach's white teeth gleamed. "After I woke up, I immediately pleased
her with my tongue. I know what these young, promising sows like, just like I can quickly please you."
Mubach shook the small medicine bottle in his arms. "I used magic to control the cook who provides her meals. Thank goodness,
this foolish sow, to appear approachable, eats exactly the same food as us." "I have
many drugs for dealing with women." "Things... well, you know, I've tried it. Even the strongest female warrior in the North Sea is still just a slut who moans after consuming
these ." "?? You mean..." Hook's heart pounded,
intrigued by Mubach's words, "You can take that woman down in one go?" "Not so fast. Orpheus isn't some ignorant
North Sea woman who can mistake anything unpalatable for precious salt. I'll
put different drugs in her food over several days, along with her underwear and shoes, plus her horny stockinged feet. I
'll also devise a plan to distract everyone else and play with her in a secluded place." "Then what can I do? You can
do it yourself." Hook sneered, "Nobody shares spoils with a good-for-nothing."
"You've gotten a little smarter." Mubach teasingly stroked Hook's messy, bird's-nest-like hair, "
You don't need to do anything. Just in a few days, I'll use the excuse of wanting to protect the [former master's reputation]
to get you to challenge her to a duel." "Absurd!" "
I told you, I'll curry favor with her. I am a rare talent in the eyes of Orpheus. You
, Hook, are a piece of trash, a former master who tarnishes my reputation, a
tool to buy my loyalty to her family's cause." "She will duel with my former master, Hook, in front of me alone,
kill you, grant you a respectable noble title, and then gain my loyalty." "And I'm not facing the powerful
[Meteor Radiance], but a sow whose body is corrupted by drugs without her even realizing it, right? I accept."
Hook didn't completely believe her, but he adopted an indifferent attitude, figuring things couldn't get any worse than they were now.
"It's not about being shameful, you just don't have the courage to refuse me."
Mubach laughed humiliatingly, shoving Hook's head away. "My master, to put it kindly, you
get to play with that sow Orpheus now. She's someone you could only ever dream about masturbating to." "
When treat me like a master? You're just lying to me!" Hook muttered in dissatisfaction. "I can't entirely blame you, maybe
no one would ever truly accept a piece of trash as their master."
"Hmph, in a few days, you'll have a slutty, subservient sow slave who'll do whatever she wants to you."
Leaving behind these suggestive words, Hook's crude plan came to an end.
Ten days later...
at the Starank family castle celebrating their victory.
The castle hall, now quiet after the celebratory festivities, was devoid of any trace of the banquet's clamor. Only the exhausted Miss Orpheus remained, fast asleep under the influence of the tampered alcohol used in
the celebration .
"Miss Orpheus." A
radiant Mubach tentatively waved his hand in front of Orpheus's eyelids. The dim light cast
a huge, sinister shadow on his hand, beneath which, the fair-skinned Miss Orpheus slept peacefully, her head tilted to one side. "Miss Orpheus!" The cunning servant raised his voice, his rough fingers provocatively touching Viscount Orpheus's smooth eyelids. The close contact of flesh against flesh allowed his fingers to feel the warmth of real flesh. He boldly pinched the soft flesh of Orpheus's eyelids and lifted them upwards. The once majestic and spirited golden lion's eyes widened listlessly, their unfocused, vacant gaze revealing a fragility as soft as tofu. The pupils shifted to detect or intimidate . "Arrogant, useless sow," Mubach scoffed shamelessly, seeing Ophie asleep. He lowered his eyelids and turned to pick up the Viscountess's lead-brown moss deerskin boots. A finely crafted gold-embroidered leather strap hung beside the boots, smooth to the touch. Gold inlays adorned the boot shafts, and a combat-grade steel plate . Mubach wasn't a shoe fetishist; he gently removed the shoes, revealing Ophie's perfectly smooth, slightly oily feet beneath grey stockings . Without needing any fancy equipment, Mubach pulled a bottle of essential oil tinged with pinkish nectar from his pocket, meticulously dabbed some with his finger, and then evenly applied it to the Viscountess's glossy black stockings. His strong index finger patiently massaged the various acupoints on the soles of her alluring black-stockinged feet, repeatedly moving her round, luscious feet back and forth, swaying , squeezing and impacting. From the broad soles to the firm arches, the viscous pink essential oil mixed with fine, slippery sweat, under the dim light, resembled the most tempting sauce being poured over a plump, soon-to-be-slaughtered sow. "Ha... Ooh~" The viscountess, under the influence of alcohol and drugs, was also aroused by the friction of their exposed bodies. Her usually valiant feet were quickly transformed into wanton, limp flesh toys by the essential oil. Her slender waist uncontrollably pushed upwards, her swan neck raised high, her sweet breath turbid and chaotic. Her feet, lifted high, gradually tightened due to the lack of support. A low swayed her slender waist excitedly, her wanton buttocks undulating in response to the tingling stimulation in her feet. Mubach applied the oil for a while longer, then noticed that Ophie's breathing became increasingly heavy. Her obese, round thighs and slender waist trembled uncontrollably, and her beautiful flesh, along with her oily black silk feet, trembled and wrapped around the man's waist. He knew that this beast, stimulated by the essential oil, was about to climax. "Save the water for later." Mubach teasedly slipped his leather shoes back into her wet, black-stockinged feet. The stuffy soles would further enhance the effects of . In less than half an hour, the majestic Meteor Glory would be knocked to the ground in endless regret by a good-for-nothing playboy. Wiping away the transparent filth that had dripped from Ophie's crotch onto the wooden chair with a tissue, Mubach stood aside, quietly waiting for the beauty to awaken. —————————————————— Ophie had lost count of how many times she had fallen asleep while thinking. It seemed to have happened this week; her insomnia was getting longer and longer, and she often inexplicably fainted while browsing parchment scrolls late at night. These past few days, the drowsiness had become increasingly pronounced. At the victory banquet celebrating the end of the civil war and the royalists the ultimate winners, even though she had only drunk a few extra sips of wine at the urging of her subordinates, her consciousness had become intoxicated by the dim lighting and the ruby-red color of the wine. Pants…foot soles…so sticky, so hot, like stepping in filthy liquid. Ugh…there’s still a lot of cleanup work to do tomorrow, like crowning that boy who looks like a woman as emperor, the seventh emperor of the Lautrean dynasty. Then I’ll have to listen to those old, decrepit bastards nagging again. Honestly, it was my victory . The exhaustion of sleep and the trivialities made the Viscount feel inexplicably irritable, yet her ideals and education told her that she was on the path to becoming a duke, and any anger was unreasonable. “Mubach!” Shouting the guard’s name, Orpheus needed to vent this unusual rage. Whether it was conversation or a fight, this newly sworn, honest servant was a good choice. “Willing to serve you, Your Excellency Duke Orpheus.” Mubach, who had been waiting for a long time, stretched and strolled over to Orpheus. "I'd be happy to tell you some entertaining stories." Having nothing much to do after waking up, Orpheus briefly outlined the itinerary for the next day and, bored out of his mind, listened to Mubach's monologue. The conversation ranged from the struggle for the Holy Roman throne to the conflict between the Papacy and the Queen's faction in the Pisa Republic, the westward expansion of the centaurs from the Eastern European steppes, and the recent submission of the weakened Persians to the Tatar Samoan Khanate, which was preparing to pay tribute to the Tuoba clan in the Far East. The topic was mostly subtly shifted by Mubach, with Orpheus offering a few comments, and the burly man seamlessly connecting with his extensive knowledge , offering a few plausible compliments before moving on to the next interesting story. What a capable man! Orpheus was increasingly admiring this eloquent attendant; courageous, resourceful, and skilled in social interaction—perfect as a scribe or something, provided he was loyal. He must have been working for that good-for-nothing Hook before. Speaking of Hook… Sensing Orpheus's thoughts, Mubach naturally brought it up. He feigned hesitation, and after receiving permission, invited Hook and Orpheus to a duel. "Hook? That good-for-nothing young master will die." "Please grant him honor, Lord Orpheus, this is my last wish for my former master." "If it's you… then so be it." Orpheus was happy to trade the good-for-nothing young master for the loyalty of his subordinates.

"Sell him." "Bring him up here." Mubach smiled as he walked to the cage where Hook was imprisoned. With a powerful
squeeze , the steel bars shattered like mud. Moonlight shone on Hook's dejected face. "The appointed time has arrived.
You'll soon be able to enjoy Orpheus's arrogant, obese body." "I can't beat her."
Faced with the inevitable, Hook instinctively tried to escape.
"Why don't you go yourself? Don't drag me away. You fuck your woman, I'll find a horse and run home, and I'll
pay ."
"I've smeared Moran's honey in that sow's shoes; her slutty feet will cum after a few twitches. Anyone can do it."
Under the moonlight, Mubach's bald head gleamed, his features hidden in the shadows, revealing no joy, only a grin. "Just
do it."
Mubach led Hook to the training grounds outside the castle and then brought Orpheus over. He couldn't let Hook die
inside the Starlank family's castle; it would give others cause for gossip.
The duel outside the castle was a one-on-one affair, a matter of life and death. If Hook won, he would clear his name; if he died, he would simply die
in the wilderness, unrelated to the Starank family. They could just say that young master Hook couldn't bear the ransom and ran away on his own—
a plausible excuse.
Orpheus, of course, didn't believe Hook had any skill. She herself was drunk and confused, so she followed
Mubach alone to this training ground in the wilderness.
Her brown low-top boots stomped on the damp, muddy ground. Miss Orpheus staggered, her shoes feeling wet inside.
Her black-stockinged feet felt like they were stepping on a muddy rubber. With each stomp, Miss Orpheus felt a strange pleasure in her tightening abdominal muscles and
softening hips.
Orpheus guessed that alcohol had seeped into her shoes. She wanted to take them off and clean them, but didn't want the servants to see
her somewhat private soles.
"With no one around, this so-called duel is more like a one-sided murder,"
Orpheus sneered, trying to ease the awkwardness. "You're more impatient than I expected, Mubach. Eager to get rid of your
former master is a turn-off for a servant."
"In the end, you're just a fame-hungry fellow,"
Viscount Orpheus scoffed disdainfully. But pursuing fame and fortune is fine;
having power and desire makes it easier to control, right? With desire, one can toil and struggle for oneself.
Mubach watched with amusement as Miss Orpheus limped along, her self-righteously tightening her legs in a lewd manner,
and chuckled.
Having desire is about pinning down this arrogant, beautiful sow and fucking her to death. Trying to
seduce is laughable.
Hook and Orpheus finally reunited under the moonlight.
Lady Orpheus wore a golden crown, her fitted coat fluttering without wind. Her hips twisted restlessly; the burning
heat and inexplicably refreshing tingling sensation on the soles of her feet gave the Viscountess a sense of impending incontinence.
"In the name of the supreme Jesus, witness this duel." Mubach clapped his hands with a hearty laugh, letting the
nonchalant young master Hook emerge
. Seeing Hook's fearful expression, head bowed and panting, completely unable to look Orpheus in the eye, Mubach snapped his fingers comically.
The weather in the wilderness was scorching, the ground steaming with pale white light, making Miss Orpheus's figure appear even more robust
. Her coat was soaked with sweat, and her private abdomen was revealed through her fitted shirt, revealing her glossy, slender, beautiful flesh.
Her cold face and hazy black stockings were bathed in moonlight, appearing pure white, holy and majestic, much like an angel symbolizing power in a Comorian
epic painting, or a magnificent goddess meticulously sculpted by artisans in the Starank Castle.
"If you can't win, you'll die." Hook swallowed hard, cautiously retreating, and asked again, unwilling to give up, "I still
have a chance, right... so we can meet again sometime." "..." Without answering, Viscount Orpheus's steps quickened
, becoming blurry, and in an instant, she was two steps in front of Young Master Hook. "Ouch..." The essential oil in her shoe had
completely evaporated with the movement of her small feet. Orpheus cried out in pain, a blush of shame flashing across her face. She had just stomped hard on the ground
, but her black-stockinged, fleshy foot felt as if she had stepped on a piece of meat, warm and soft. The pink, solidified
bumps perfectly corresponded to the acupoints on Orpheus's foot. The initial sensation was pain,
then numbness, and finally a warm, comfortable feeling of exhaustion. The friction between the essential oil and her beautiful fleshy foot made a sizzling sound, and
foot sweat and essential oil spurted out like love juice during intercourse, releasing an erotic current that briefly made Orpheus lose her senses.
"Ahhh."
Viscount Orpheus suddenly rolled his eyes back, his lips parted wide, and he let out an uncontrolled, ambiguous moan. A stream of murky
white liquid suddenly soaked through his round, long, black-stockinged thighs. As if in a spasm, all his muscles completely lost control,
limp and overlapping, trembling with Miss Orpheus's embarrassed, heavy breathing.
"Masaka." "Well done, Mubach!" …
Hook's eyes lit up at Orpheus's weak reaction. The useless young master's frail, scarred hand met
Orpheus's trembling, soft flesh head-on.
Then, like steel colliding, a deafening roar, like mountains shattering, spread from the area covered by his palm
.
A slap—the most humiliating and useless fighting technique—yet the dazed Orpheus didn't even try to dodge.
His dignified face was bruised by Hook's blow.
"Don't be so smug… brat… ha…" His eyes were glazed, his watery golden lion pupils filled
with base lust. Even if Orpheus was slow to react, he sensed something was wrong from Hook's words.
"Mubach!"
The humiliation of betrayal and the slap from the useless young master rekindled Orpheus's
desire .
"A mere child's play!" With Lord Orpheus's shout, a beam of light, like crystal, surged forth
from his long, black-stockinged
legs. Like a supreme divine weapon capable of splitting the seas and breaking waves, it easily tore through the air in front of him, making a soft sound, and in an instant, it enveloped Hook's body . Amidst the sharp whistling sound, the surging energy ripped apart the ground behind Hook. The seemingly endless moonlight under the boundless night sky also seemed to hide behind the clouds for refuge under the Viscount's sweeping attack, and a huge, unhealable crack appeared in the air for a brief moment. "Aaaaaaaahh ... The moon, fearful, darts away, plunging the world into darkness. An enraged duchess, dazzling long legs in black stockings, a muscular, dodging man, and a trembling, good-for-nothing young master.

The woman's screams, the sonic boom of a whip kick cutting through the air, Mubach's cries of pain, and Hook's pleas for mercy.
The stench of blood, the stench of sweat, the rich scent of grass, the dust of the loess, and the fragrance of a woman.
The collision of flesh against flesh, the friction of long legs against the air, the shimmering light reflected from the viscount's crown as it swayed wildly.
In Hook's eyes, as he lay sprawled, the world might have been still, or it might have been real, but it had nothing to do with him,
this dazed and confused fellow.
Had the wailing Mubach been kicked to death by the viscountess again?
Hook didn't know; he only felt that the viscountess's rapid movements in his vision were slowing down, and the way she pursued
the fierce her genitals was somewhat comical.
Her final high kick aimed at Mubach's eardrums, the battle cry from her mouth—it was no warrior's voice, but a strained
sigh and an awkward echo, no different from those female pigs nearing orgasm in a brothel.
With each contraction of her beautiful hips, a gush of lustful fluid spurted out. After killing her formidable enemy, she knelt on the ground, letting her love juices flow freely,
her eyes glazed over, saliva overflowing. Surely she was no match for this great man?
The time had come?
The time should have come.
No need for a roar, Hook unleashed the most powerful pounce of his life.
In Lord Orpheus's shocked and frustrated lion-like eyes, the seemingly dead good-for-nothing young master
roared .
The man was like a raging storm, a tidal wave, a collapsing mountain. The impact of their flesh against flesh produced
a deafening sound that shattered Orpheus's eardrums. Trembling like a wild beast, the viscount, caught off guard and knocked to the ground
, could no longer unleash his once-unbeatable meteoric leg. Exhausted, his body a sensitive, throbbing mass, each leg extension
felt like being tormented by intercourse. For the first time in her life, she was at a disadvantage in this struggle!
Impact! Roll! Grab!
The most primal physical combat! The most primal position of conquest!
Men overpower women! Slaves overpower arrogant and conceited beasts!
"Alaramutadamutadamutadaoraoraoraduraduradura..."
Lord Orpheus's endless elbow strikes, punches, and knee strikes seemed to fall into a bottomless pit,
absorbed by Hook's most resilient and emotionless body, and then succumbed to endless attrition. Like
water dripping on stone, countless frictions of lust and the savage impacts of the man tore apart Orpheus's condensed strength and will.
After Orpheus's strength was shattered, young master Hook, like a self-taught warrior, maliciously attacked
Orpheus 's armpits, chest, inner thighs, and twitching stockinged feet, completely exhausting Orpheus's remaining strength
.
As the moonlight once again flowed through the clouds, a scene of debauchery unfolded in the dark wilderness.
Amidst the loud curses between the two, Viscount Orpheus's long, soft, black-stockinged legs were forcibly
pried apart by Hook's large hands. The Viscount's knees were forced against the grass, and her round, white buttocks were humiliatingly thrust upwards. The defeated female lay
helplessly on the ground, only able to maintain her balance with her tattered breasts and the crown on her head.
The diminutive Hook rode atop the long-limbed Viscount, like a victorious god who had tamed a fiery red horse.
The mare galloped repeatedly, from the muddy ground to the stone slabs where she and her master had wrestled,
until finally, the sudden insertion of a finger into her anus caused her to lose her strength, collapsing completely onto the stone slabs, her love juices overflowing, the air thick with the stench of sex
.
"Ah..."
Orpheus's body, repeatedly climaxing, was utterly exhausted. Her limbs felt as if they had been soaking in a warm hot spring, tingling and disintegrating
. Already utterly worn out, she had experienced ecstasy, and the Viscount's strength and willpower had been
completely captivated; even the power to curse had vanished.
The viscount's glistening, tender pink flesh proved this point.
However, given the viscount's stamina, killing Hook would still be a piece of cake after a few minutes of rest
.
"Pfft!" Hook smiled and pulled out his steaming
, ten-centimeter-long penis, thrusting it into the viscount's already soaked
crotch.
"Ah ... Without needing to go through the motions of shallow thrusting and deep penetration, Hook's chaotic thrusting nearly destroyed the Viscount's remaining resistance. Her beautiful flesh , like the lowest sow, was repeatedly pounded in and out by the useless young master. Her strong, jade-like body went limp as mud, her bones long since worn down by pleasure. Viscount Ophie maintained her idiotic , debased state entirely thanks to that ordinary-sized penis. Hook's hands didn't stop either, roaming over Viscount Ophie's smooth, delicate, and exquisitely shaped silk-stockinged thighs, bringing waves of trembling and moans . His hot breath hit her brown silk-stockinged feet, sending another and her overflowing vulva gushed out more love juice. "Haha ... A pair of long, soft, jade-like feet were displayed before Hook's eyes. The crimson soles glistened with glistening, lubricating fluid. The long toes were neatly clustered together, curling inwards, the fine, soft gaps between them revealing a rosy, tender , and smooth curve formed by the contraction of the toe pads. The sexy, mature crimson soles were like tender flower buds, ready to bloom. The ankles were smooth and rounded, the insteps were greyish-white and glossy; the upright, spirited insteps were covered with delicate skin , devoid of any obstructive veins—pure, long, plump, and alluring flesh. Hook buried his face in that unusually wide and thick fleshy foot, licking and sucking wildly like a wolfhound. His head bobbed exaggeratedly up and down, the splashing sounds loud and erotic. His tongue rolled and stirred in the black silk stockings, sucking out the essential oil, sweat, and accumulated love fluid from the toes, which gushed out like a flood, swallowing it in large gulps. The man's red tongue curled and moved back and forth between the toes, each time releasing streams of clear water . The two long legs initially kicked wildly, but gradually crossed and closed, intertwining and clamping tightly around Hook's head, folding and compressing. The fleshy buttocks being fucked kept unconsciously lifting upwards, the tongue and fleshy foot pressed even closer. The Viscount seemed to be crying and panting, sticking out his small tongue like a fan, his mouth forming a rolling "O" shape, utterly humiliated.

Ophie's large, fleshy feet, soaked in top-grade aphrodisiac oil all night, were far more sensitive than her soaked
vulva .
Hook roughly sipped at Ophie's naturally smooth, jade-like toes, then
gently . His red tongue traced the Viscount's beautifully curved arches, licking down to her smooth, jade-like ankles, then
continued kissing and licking upwards, finally stopping at the Viscount's glossy, moist calves. At the same time, his free hands grasped the Viscount's
soft, fragrant feet, slowly parting the beautiful woman's long, shapely legs slightly to the sides. "
Haha ... "Ughhhhhh!" A long, delicate cry escaped from the Viscount's mouth. She lay sprawled on the stone slab like a sow, her large, round buttocks swaying back and forth. Hook roughly pounded into her plump, white flesh, the loud, lewd sounds echoing in the desolate wilderness. Her crown had long since been tossed aside in the violent spasms. The elongated sow-like face stared helplessly at the man feeding on her black-stockinged feet. Hook licked wildly in the deep, soft, narrow arch of her foot, sometimes tapping the dew-kissed sole, sometimes licking her way up to the Achilles tendon with his large tongue. Then, he spread her large, plump, white feet apart, revealing the tender, pulsating toes inside. His red tongue darted and licked the erect toes, while his hands grasped and kneaded her large, magnificent breasts, shaping them into various strange forms, like two lumps of dough. " Haha ... "Short-lived trash..." Orpheus, trembling with endless climax, sneered disdainfully. Her thighs tightened again, causing Hook, a sharp pain. She kicked Hook's face with her long legs, preparing to stand up and torture this unfortunate young master to death in revenge. However, Orpheus, whose logic had been numbed by lust, overlooked the fact that her actions as a defeated female beast were completely under Hook's control. From the moment her oil-smeared, wanton feet were grasped, the Viscount lost any possibility of escaping the red tongue and the hell of orgasm. Young Master Hook continued to smile disdainfully, his mouth pressed against an acupoint on the sole of Orpheus's right foot. His soft, tender tongue gently scraped against the suddenly tense foot, lightly tapping the creases of her flesh with his front teeth, cunningly wandering around the acupoint, hesitating to insert his tongue to press. "I've heard from Eastern monks that this place is called Yongquan Cave, a fleshy hole that accumulates all the lustful sins of you arrogant sows." Without the man's licking, the cool night wind clung to her damp soles. Just as Orpheus was feeling a little ashamed and uncomfortable, she felt Hook lift her two stockinged feet, now reduced to sex objects, high, spread them apart, and press them against his newly erect penis, his hands gripping her ankles. Without warning, the heat between her soles suddenly intensified, a frenzied force erupting, not only instantly filling the gap between her feet but also slamming heavily onto her big toes. This sudden footjob sent Orpheus's mind reeling, her hips trembling. Then came the sweeping thrusts and churning, the fiery pleasure from her soles electrifying her brain and captivating her entire body, once again stripping away Orpheus's will to fight back. Orpheus's empty brain seemed to have been baptized by the flames of that penis, a blank white expanse. His limbs writhed wildly, wasting the little strength he had just recovered. His most sensitive Yongquan acupoint was precisely captured, and it intertwined slightly with the large, purplish glans of Little Hook's penis. A stream of saliva flowed down Orpheus's mouth to his chest, and the surrounding air seemed to feel the same way, sweet and sluggish, which made the already unconscious Viscount even more confused. The hard penis thrust repeatedly between the Viscount's white jade feet, unstoppable. The black stockings were torn by the intense footjob, allowing the essential oils and love juices to thoroughly soak the arches. The penis moved in and out of the vagina with increasing force, skillfully stimulating the acupoints on the soles of the feet. No verbal humiliation was needed; the soles of her feet, now a secondary sexual organ, completely disarmed the Viscount. His limbs unconsciously clung to Hook's chest and waist like a low-intelligence python greedily craving its master's gift , feeling the soft, tofu-like abdomen and the constantly spraying flesh of her hips. Hook, pleased, stopped his penis, which was still oozing white fluid, and slowly smeared it on his crimson trophy. His fingers provocatively hovered in front of the soles of her feet, slightly twitching but without any intention of pressing. The female pig under her tongue instinctively tightened the grip of her thighs, trying to use this pathetic act to rub against the chaotic pleasure and red tongue, but for Hook, who was determined to humiliate Orpheus, this was naturally impossible. "You're Grandpa Hook's exclusive lowly sow ! A conceited, arrogant, defeated female pig who can only provide services with her slutty feet and fleshy cunt!" "Repeat!" The smug victor slapped his restless fleshy feet, looking down at the defeated, beautiful captive. " Haaah... impossible... ahh ...

The lewd marks, branded with shame, shot onto the oil-soaked fleshy feet. An endless, deadly wave of foot fetishes once again engulfed everything. Each union
of flesh and penis was like a perfect
climax , transmitting the depraved pleasure flawlessly to the fallen viscount . "
Haha
... "Let's leave the first arrogant female dolphin we hunted in a temporary hiding place." "Titles and such are no longer important." Passionately biting the Viscount's naked vulva, Hook suddenly found the right path in his boring life. "One after another, I will build the highest quality female dolphin brothel in Europe!!!"

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