ruling the brothel

"I, Kerufart, the second prince of the Falt Empire, hereby declare

! From this moment forward, the Kingdom of Serania will vanish from history forever, replaced by the vassal state of Serania!"

As the people of the defeated nation looked up at the wild man with long black hair and two contrasting, evil eyes (one red, one black), standing on the city walls, cutting down the Queen Bee banner of Serania and replacing it with the Blood Hammer banner of the Eastern Empire, everyone understood the fact that the Kingdom of Serania, which had lasted for hundreds of years, had fallen. Among these people, most of the men wore expressions of joy, while the women appeared angry and desperate. Admittedly, although the Eastern Empire possessed formidable military strength, the fall of the Kingdom of Serania, which had ruled for centuries, stemmed from its internal corruption. Approximately two hundred years ago, when the first Queen of Serania seized the throne through assassination and beauty, the era of female supremacy began. To secure their power, the Queen and her female supporters enacted various laws, appointed female officials, impeached men, and established laws that promoted female superiority over men, thus beginning over two centuries of female-dominated rule. Essentially, a wise queen can lead a nation to prosperity, but the queens of Serania throughout history have consistently lacked the necessary qualities of a wise ruler. The queens and their female nobles preferred to exacerbate gender tensions by abusing their already precarious power. This reached its peak during the reign of the last queen, Rasika, when the arrogance and extravagance of the female nobles reached their extreme. They reduced men to outcasts, forbidding them from participating in any state affairs, forcing them to perform the lowest levels of labor for life, and even restricting their right to mate, allowing only women to choose. At this point, male anger reached its zenith. When the arrogant and unruly second prince of the Eastern Empire, Keru, led his army under the Iron Hammer to suppress the borders of Serania, war broke out. Within a short time, male mobs rioted across the country, overthrowing their female rulers. They burned down their luxurious mansions, trampled these high-ranking women underfoot, stripped them of their fine clothes, and endlessly vented their pent-up lust. The entire kingdom descended into a world of sex and fire.

Even as their kingdom crumbled, the self-proclaimed noble women of Serania clung to a sliver of hope, clinging to illusions until negotiations failed and Queen Rasika, who had fled, was captured and brought back to the capital. These women still held onto unrealistic fantasies that the empire would preserve their power and status. However, they were unaware of the tyrannical ruler they were about to face.

Kelufalt, through unknown means, secured independent rule over Serania, renaming the Kingdom of Serania a vassal state, with Kelufalt as regent. The Queen Bee banner, a symbol of the queen's power, was subjected to extreme insult. People adorned it with various images, such as the queen bee being pinned down and mated by numerous drones—a highly degrading symbol of the world of prostitution. Prince Kelufalt even enacted a series of horrifying laws.

"Ah, ah, no, please don't be so rough!" Princess Celis appeared on the city walls. The once noble and gentle princess was now stripped naked, her snow-white, delicate body exposed to everyone's gaze. The wild prince stood atop the city wall facing the people, while Celis was forced to face him directly. She was suspended in mid-air, her entire body exposed. The people below could clearly see the princess's private parts, her once-noble vulva now completely shaved. Celis clung tightly to the prince, her legs spread, hanging suspended in mid-air. Keru made no attempt to grab her, simply standing there, cruelly watching the princess shamefully expose her private parts to the people below. She dared not loosen her grip, for the man before her showed no pity; his eyes were only for pleasure.

"Alright, Your Highness, what are you still doing? Do you still enjoy being seen naked like this?" Keru laughed, reaching out to fondle and tease Celis's firm breasts, squeezing and deforming them. The princess dared not resist, only helplessly shaking her head and letting out weak moans.

"Haha, I never thought I'd get to see Princess Celis's buttocks so close up, they're truly beautiful." The men below swallowed hard. They were once the oppressed lower class, where even looking at a woman, let alone having sex, could result in punishment. Now, however, they were free citizens. Ironically, the once oppressed now felt a surge of affection for this invader. They stood below the city walls, watching these once unapproachable women become their playthings.

"As expected, the noble Princess Celis is an exhibitionist." Kairu chuckled, moving one of his hands under Celis's body, his fingers teasing the princess's sensitive vulva. Her body, never touched by a man before, trembled slightly. Kairu's technique was superb; the girl experiencing sex for the first time couldn't withstand the pleasure, and her body quickly responded.

"I...I beg you, please, let me go." Celis blushed and nodded. She knew that if she continued like this, her body would betray her next time. She paused, then announced loudly in a voice befitting a princess, "Everyone, all citizens of Celania, I, Celis, here...ah...to announce to you all, from this day forward...from this day forward, our Kingdom of Celania will be renamed the vassal state of Celania, and the second prince of the Eastern Empire of Falt will become our regent..."

"Good, well done! Long live Regent Kairu! Long live the Falt Empire!"

"From this moment forward, Regent Kairu will proclaim the following decrees...Ah!!" Suddenly, Celis screamed. Caught completely off guard, Kairu pierced her hymen with his penis, thrusting straight into her core. The brief, intense pain made Celis's beautiful body tremble violently, almost causing her to fall off Kairu. From below, it was clearly visible that red silk flowed from between the princess's fair and beautiful legs, with one drop even dripping onto the people below the city.

Although few, the crowd immediately understood what had happened on the city walls, and burst into laughter.

"Haha, well done! The noble princess has been deflowered in public!"

"Long live Regent Kairu! Long live the vassal state of Serania!"

Bathed in the laughter of the crowd, Celis was terrified by the sudden turn of events. In that brief moment, thinking of this, Celis began to sob sadly, "Why, why did this happen? It's too much..."

"Ha, Princess Celis, are you still planning to keep your virginity? Understand your situation! If you displease me, I'll throw you naked off the city walls and have you gang-raped by the people below. I bet they'll cheer!" Kairu laughed, then began to thrust violently, making Celis's snow-white body sway back and forth.

“You, you're such a demon!”

“Yes, I like that word.” Keru laughed, gently pushing Celis's naked body towards the city gate, immediately startling the princess. Celis looked at him helplessly, reading his coldness, and bit her lip.

“First, Serania will pardon all male slaves, making them free. Male citizens will also be exempt from their previous taxes, and the original Seranian laws will no longer apply, replaced by the Empire's National Law, ah!!!

” Celis suddenly gasped, her beautiful hair flying in the air.

"Long live Regent Kairu!"

"Most of the territory of the vassal state of Serania will henceforth be under the rule of the Empire, except for the capital city of Leia and the surrounding area. Leia will be renamed the City of Brothels, and all eligible women of Serania who meet the physical requirements will be relocated to the City of Brothels. All other women of the original Serania will be reduced to slavery and exiled to various places! Ah!!!" With that, Kairu thrust his penis deep into the princess's vagina, feeling the wonderful sensation of his glans being enveloped by the narrow walls of her vagina. Princess Celis was indeed a rare intellectual among the female nobles of Serania; even in this situation, her words remained precise and flawless.

Upon hearing this, the bound women of the nation cried out in despair and anger. They began to storm out in protest, but were subdued by the soldiers. However, these female nobles were still unaware of what awaited them next.

“From, from now on… begin… ah!!” As she spoke, Celis twisted her beautiful waist, tilted her head back, and let out a moan that was difficult to decipher. Another burst of laughter erupted below. The princess, blushing with embarrassment, finally recovered. “The vassal state, the vassal state of Celania, will issue a new currency called Prostitute Coin… All women must pay a certain amount of Prostitute Coins each month. The specific amount will vary depending on each person's circumstances. Generally speaking, all female citizens will be divided into five classes, called Prostitutes. The treatment of different classes will be… ah… all… different, ah!!!” She finished with another soft gasp.

“How do you get Prostitute Coins?” someone asked from below.

“Prostitute Coins can be purchased with money, but… but only for men. And, all women… ah, women who want Prostitute Coins must provide sexual services to men… If, if they cannot pay the required amount of Prostitute Coins each month, they will be punished, even having their Prostitute class lowered…”

“Prostitute classes… what are the differences? Be specific!” people shouted from below.

"The higher the rank of the prostitute, the more restrictions they face in their movements, and the more prostitution currency they pay each month. For example... for example, lower-ranking prostitutes are not allowed to relieve themselves in private; they must, must relieve themselves in public, in designated areas. If they are caught relieving themselves in private, they will be punished, ah!!!"

"Hey, as a princess, aren't you going to set an example and show them your rank?" After saying that, Kairu thrust into her again, making the poor princess tremble violently, and beads of sweat even appeared on her beautiful body.

"The, the lowest, fifth-rank prostitute..." Celis said, blushing.

"Fifth-rank, isn't that the lowest rank? Prostitutes are just whores!" People suddenly had an idea.

"That's right, then Your Highness, you are the lowest-ranking prostitute, which means you are the most promiscuous of prostitutes, so we'll call you a prostitute princess!"

"Prostitute princess, prostitute princess Celis!" The laughter of the crowd rose and fell below, and the princess blushed with shame, wishing she could find a place to hide!

“Good name, Celis the whore, keep going.” Kairu seemed aroused, and he began to increase the speed of his thrusts. From below, you could see Celis's supple body swaying alluringly in mid-air, emitting seductive gasps. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the princess above, her bare buttocks exposed, moaning as she was being penetrated, watching her vile fluids flow from her noble vulva and drip into the crowd below, whereupon the people cheered again.

“Ah, ah, no, don’t do this, please…” Celis closed her eyes tightly, her arms wrapped tightly around the enemy who was humiliating her, and then, tears streaming down her face, she said intermittently, “Fifth, fifth-class prostitutes cannot reach orgasm without permission.”

“Did I agree to your orgasm?”

“No, no… but, but I…” Celis blushed. How could a princess experiencing sex for the first time resist such sexual temptation? Her breathing grew heavier, and more and more fluid flowed between her legs. “I… I won’t break, please, don’t, don’t penetrate me anymore!!!!!!!!!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Celis, experiencing sex for the first time, reached orgasm uncontrollably. She hugged the man tightly, her face flushed and trembling involuntarily from excitement and shame. Her vaginal fluid dripped uncontrollably into the crowd below, and immediately the crowd roared.

“Bitch princess, whore Celis, you’ve orgasmed, you must be punished!”

“Yes, punished!” the people below shouted.

Cecilia finally understood what she had done. Looking pitifully at the cruel man before her, she shook her head helplessly, "Please, no, no, please..."

"You are a princess, a member of royalty. Shouldn't you demonstrate our new laws to the people?" With that, he gave her a gentle push. Cecilia's naked, smooth body traced an arc in the air as she screamed and fell, only to be caught by the waiting crowd... "So, are you all satisfied with my plan?" In the meeting hall, Keru asked his ministers with a smile.

"Very good, Your Highness. I think that in this way, our brothel will one day become the second Seraman!" Some ministers were very interested in Keru's proposal, but others disagreed.

"However, Your Highness, I'm afraid that if we do this, there will be opposition within the empire, such as Mysera of the Blazing Knights."

"Hmm, that wretched woman, she is indeed a problem, hmm?" Keru paused, then kicked her in dissatisfaction. Immediately, a woman's groan came from under the table. A petite maid was performing oral sex on the new regent. "Keep doing it like this. Don't swallow it unless I give the order, didn't I say so?"

"No, no, Master, ah!!!" The maid shook her head frantically, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the semen that had been in her mouth accidentally spilled out.

"Useless slave, damn it, take her away and demote her to prostitute!" Ignoring the maid's cries, two soldiers took the poor maid away.

"How pitiful, but Your Highness, you are truly wicked." The strategist said with a smile, "At your rate, many women will break down."

At this moment, the door was opened again, and a beautiful woman covered in semen was brought in.

Her body, face, thighs, and even her lower body when she was standing were covered in obscene white fluid, clearly indicating that she had been raped for a long time.

“This looks really good, Princess Celis.” Kel, stroking his chin, gestured for her to come closer. “Kneel down, crawl over here. If your people aren’t up to it, their princess will take their place.”

Celis hesitated for a moment, then helplessly dragged her weak body to Kel’s side. She opened her mouth, still covered in semen, and gently took his penis in.

“Hmm, your oral skills still need some work.” Kel, reclining leisurely in his chair, said with an air of enjoyment. “I heard there are still some remnants lurking in the capital. Your queen is unpopular. It seems they want to save you.”

(II) Queen’s Inspection

After a month of preparation, the brothel capital, Lyria, began to operate officially under the leadership of the new regent. As a vassal state, Lyria’s main responsibility was to bring a large amount of revenue to the empire, which had been at war for many years. Therefore, not only the original female nobles of Lyria, but also women captured from neighboring countries were brought into this largest brothel district called the capital to serve as prostitutes who made a living by providing sexual services. Meanwhile, Regent Kairu paved roads, attracting a large number of merchants and nobles to the city for enjoyment and tourism. The brothel capital, Leia, quickly became the most famous tourist city in the empire.

Of course, as a special city, Leia was heavily guarded; only those who had undergone rigorous screening were allowed entry. The city was largely reorganized into two main areas: the brothel district and the civilian district. The civilian district was for the original male residents of Serania, who generally engaged in ordinary civilian work. The brothel district, however, was designed for the wealthy and powerful who came to patronize the city, and was luxuriously furnished and secluded.

The most eye-catching figures in the city were the beautiful prostitutes, mostly former Seranian noblewomen. These women, once high and mighty, were now plunged into hell, stripped of all dignity and subjected to the wanton humiliation of the men they had once considered lowly. As prostitutes, they had to sell their bodies and dignity to survive. However, the new policy completely exposed the vanity, weakness, and selfishness inherent in these Seranian noblewomen. Women, prone to comparison, were divided into five classes. Through effort, they could qualify as so-called first-class prostitutes. First-class prostitutes were similar to normal women in many ways, enjoying a considerable degree of freedom. Aside from still having to pay a certain amount of prostitution currency, they faced little financial pressure. Moreover, those who achieved first-class status were undoubtedly winners in the power struggle; they could even effortlessly attract men to pay them and enter high-society parties—essentially high-class prostitutes.

However, the number of women who could become first-class prostitutes was quite limited. Therefore, even among prostitutes themselves, comparisons, slander, and persecution of those of lower status were commonplace. These despicable women even used this absurd hierarchical system to ridicule their fellow slaves, completely failing to understand that they merely wore a seemingly more noble title; no matter how noble a slave was, they were still a slave.

Were prostitutes forever prostitutes? Of course not. Utter despair would only turn these women into heartless, lifeless flesh. Therefore, the policy stipulated that any woman who fulfilled her prostitution obligations for a certain number of years, or a particularly outstanding first-class prostitute, could hope to regain her freedom. Supported by this illusory hope, the women could hardly muster any desperate resistance. They could only sadly flaunt their once-noble bodies, serving one man after another like bitches, dreaming of the day of liberation. The

hierarchical system of prostitution was one of the most incomprehensible things to these women, because it had almost no clear regulations. Women in prison were periodically sent in batches to Regent Kairu and a few of his trusted ministers, or to a few designated prostitution judges, who would determine their rank as prostitutes. Thus, the ability to please these powerful figures was a crucial moment that determined a prostitute's fate. Unfortunately, most prostitutes had no power to influence the outcome of the judgment. A single whim of a prostitution judge could reduce a noble woman to the lowest of the low. In fact, many noble women, whether because of their beauty or their proud personalities, were degraded to the lowest of the low by the judges with their malicious intent. The prostitution judges wielded immense power in the capital, even controlling the life and death of prostitutes. Because all female slaves had to be assessed by them to officially become prostitutes, and the number of prostitution judges was extremely small, a large number of fresh women remained imprisoned in the dungeons even after a month, anxiously awaiting their day of becoming prostitutes.

Each prostitute had a base price and a quota of prostitution currency when selling her body, but even among prostitutes of the same rank, the base price and quota were variable, set by a special department. After each batch of newcomers joined the ranks of prostitutes, they underwent a short period of training, learning some sexual knowledge and skills. Then, they were taken to the square by special individuals called "Prostitute Guards," where their value, rank, and other information were publicly displayed to everyone. Only then were these women officially considered members of the prostitute community.

The once elegant and luxurious capital city had become a paradise for male lust. To earn enough prostitute currency each month, women had to use all their abilities to please any man, even selling their dignity, crawling on the ground like dogs in public to be played with. Obscene scenes of men and women engaging in sexual intercourse were everywhere in the streets. One after another, noble women were violated and humiliated by these lowly commoners. In the early morning crowd, two figures wearing wide cloaks walked slowly down the street. No one knew that one of these two was Keru, the ruler of the vassal state of Serania, and the other was Rasika, the last queen of Serania, known as the Queen of White Sands. Although her entire body was shrouded in a cloak, it couldn't conceal the queen's regal and noble aura. Rasika was voluptuous and beautiful, with delicate skin and smooth white hair; every gesture exuded sensuality. Even as a defeated woman, this proud and extravagant queen still strived to maintain the dignity of a ruler, seemingly lacking sufficient understanding of her current situation.

Keru led Queen Rasika to a square, already crowded with people in the early morning. They were all former Seranian men or tourists, gathered around a tall, semi-circular stage. Behind the stage were several rooms, with people constantly going in and out.

"What's going on here?" Rasika asked Keru sternly. "Tell me."

"Why don't you just look?" Keru seemed unperturbed by the queen's indifference, shrugging and pointing to the stage. Before Rasika could even turn around, the men erupted in enthusiastic cheers. A young woman in a formal dress was brought onto the stage. She should have been a noble and pure maiden, but now she was reduced to a slave, forced to sit on the stage, displaying her body. The girl hung her head in humiliation, motionless.

"This is today's first new prostitute. Um, her name is..." A man next to her paused, quickly checking his records.

"Phil, isn't that our pure little Phil?" Before he could finish checking, someone shouted from below, "That heartless businesswoman's only daughter, huh? Her mother did so many wicked things, let her daughter pay for it with her body!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Take it off! Quickly strip her naked! Let us see what pure Phil looks like underneath!" The men below clamored. The guards nodded, and one of them walked to the trembling girl, roughly slashing open her pure white evening gown with a short sword. Then, with a forceful rip, the clothes scattered, exposing the girl's slender and beautiful body to the crowd's view.

Phil was terrified and almost cried. This was the first time the pure girl had exposed her body to men, especially in front of so many lustful men. Completely stripped naked, the girl immediately shed tears of fear.

"Oh, surprisingly strong?" Kairu pulled the Queen through the crowd, whistling as he watched the girl trembling with shame on the stage. Actually, for a girl like her, experiencing something like this all of a sudden was quite impressive.

“Hey, step forward a bit. From now on, you’re going to start selling yourself. Let the people below take a good look at you. Maybe some of them will become your regulars.” The prostitute erotically stroked the girl’s sensitive area between her legs, then pushed her to the front of the stage from behind.

“Not bad at all, just like a pure lily. Hey, you bitch Phil, turn around and let us see your ass!”

“Here, here, damn it, can’t you spread your legs? Let me see how tight your hole is, how much money I can pay to fuck you!”

The crowd below was in an uproar. As the only daughter of a wealthy merchant, the pure and gentle Phil was actually quite popular among the people. But unfortunately, because of her heartless mother, people transferred their anger to her poor daughter.

People went back and forth below, forcing the girl to repeatedly perform various shameful actions to show herself. This situation lasted for a long time, until Phil began to pant.

“Alright, now let’s announce her rank and base price.” The prostitute guard cleared his throat. “Prostitute Phil, this woman’s rank is… fourth-class prostitute, and her base price is…”

“Great! Great! Pure Phil is a fourth-class prostitute, that means I can have my way with her a few times when I’m bored!” The excited shouts drowned out the prostitute guard’s voice; it seemed Phil was indeed very popular.

“No, this isn’t true…” Phil looked at the prostitute guard in horror, shaking her head helplessly. She understood perfectly what a fourth-class prostitute meant. A fourth-class prostitute was practically a public prostitute, with extremely limited daily rights, such as not being allowed to relieve herself in private, having to stay in designated areas, and even not being able to refuse sexual advances from VIP guests. The thought of becoming a public plaything for men filled her with despair, tears streaming down her face.

But the prostitute guards were used to this kind of thing; seeing once-high and mighty women now reduced to such wretchedness was their greatest pleasure. The more noble a woman was before, the more degraded she became—the more excited they were. One of the guards walked up to the nearly collapsing Phil, grabbed her hair, and put a collar around her neck, locking it in place. He then attached a small tag to a buckle around her neck, prominently displaying "

Fourth-Class Prostitute," with the base price listed on the back, available for customers to check at any time. The price was updated approximately once a year.

The final steps were tattooing and piercing; fourth-class prostitutes would have a tattoo on one of their breasts or buttocks, representing their status. After these procedures were completed, the innocent Phil would officially begin her humiliating life as a fourth-class prostitute, a life of sexual slavery. But before that, she had one more thing to sell… "This woman is still a virgin, the innocent Phil remains innocent! Who, who is willing to pay a high price for this purity!" These words caused another uproar, with people bidding. Ultimately, Phil's virginity was bought by an obese young man. The girl discovered in despair that this young man was none other than the very same boy who had proposed to her years ago and been mocked. The boy's family had once been powerful and influential, but due to the predominance of male descendants, their prestige plummeted, and they were even ridiculed and ostracized by other families. No one could have imagined that their former weakness would now save the family, while Phil's family, traditionally predominantly female, was utterly destroyed and reduced to slavery. Faced with the malicious young man, all Phil could do was sob in despair. She heard that his family had taken the right side in the war and gained considerable power, so the worst-case scenario was that she would be rented by him indefinitely, becoming his private slave and plaything.

"Hehe, little Phil, do you remember me? You once rejected me fiercely in front of everyone, calling me lewd and obscene." The boy leered at the beautiful girl before him, then reached out and groped her helpless body. "But now, I'll buy you and take you home. Not only will you be a virgin, but I'll make you spread your legs every day for me to fuck, until you're heavily pregnant. If you give birth to a boy, he'll be castrated and sent to Seraman as a slave soldier. Your daughter will stay here as a child prostitute. Phil is so beautiful, your daughter will definitely be beautiful too, won't she?"

Laughter immediately erupted in the square. Phil would soon be taken away to get a tattoo, then processed into a formal fourth-class prostitute, before being taken home by the fat boy to be played with as a private slave. Endless humiliation and despair awaited her. As the man's loud voice rang out, the second woman made her formal appearance… “What do you think, Your Highness Queen Rasika?” Keru said with a smile, “Are you satisfied with your new kingdom? Don't forget you are their queen.”

“You, how dare you treat me like this! I am a noble queen!” Rasika's face turned ashen. “Don't compare me to them!”

“Hahahaha, you are truly ridiculous, Your Highness.” Keru's expression was like that of someone who had gone mad with laughter. “Of course you are not comparable to them, I promise, I promise, hahahahaha!!!”

They continued walking forward, and along the way, they could see women being raped by men everywhere. After the men withdrew their thick, semen-covered penises from their once noble buttocks, the raped women had to force smiles. "Thank you, thank you for your patronage."

These women, once noblewomen, even nobles, were now lowly sex slaves. The stark contrast was unacceptable to many, and the cries of women could be heard throughout the alleyways.

At noon, Queen Rasika was brought to the city wall by Keru, where a lively scene unfolded. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Celis, known as the Holy Maiden of Serania, was being held by a prostitute's judge, carried out of the city like a baby being urinated, and suspended in mid-air.

Directly below her, a group of men knelt in a knightly posture, except that they were all facing upwards, their faces filled with lewd grins.

"Ah, ah, no, please, I really can't say it anymore." Celis, held atop the city wall, her female genitalia completely exposed to the eyes of the crowd, looked extremely uncomfortable, her body red and trembling.

"What are you pretending to be, a saint? You fifth-class prostitute, it's not the first time you've cried out like this, what's there to be unable to say!" "Yes, yes!" "Ugh, this is too much." "Ceres looked back helplessly at the prostitution judge behind her. From the cruel look in his eyes, the princess understood her fate. She cleared her throat sadly and tried to speak in a solemn tone, '

Pious and obedient sons of Serania, you have accumulated much experience in this matter… Ah… no, I can't take it anymore.' 'Fuck you, you filthy bitch, do you want to be gang-raped again?' someone cursed from below.

'No, no… cough, you have accumulated much experience in this matter, proving your love for our country and your extensive knowledge of prostitution with your actions. Now, in the name of Princess Seres of Serania, I bestow upon you the title of Prostitution Guard… Ah… please, don't make me finish…' The princess covered her eyes with her hands, shaking her head repeatedly.

'It seems Princess Seres truly cares for the people and is preparing to provide free entertainment to the poor again,' the prostitution judge said leisurely. '

Yes, I'm sorry.' " "Ceres mustered her courage," she said, "From this day forward, with hearts of debauchery and devotion, become the guardians of the brothel, the watchers of the prostitutes. Continue your efforts, and ruthlessly guide your guests to toy with us prostitutes!" "Yes, Your Highness," the men replied, "we will become the guardians of the brothel. We swear by the dignity of the brothel guards, to dedicate our strength every day to the prosperity of the brothel." The men raised their heads, finished their prayer, and awaited the next scene. "

May the gods bless you, and bless the birth of the brothel's child!" With that, the brothel judge reached out and pulled the urethral plug from Princess Seres's urethra. Immediately, the holy water accumulated in the princess's urethra was sprinkled upon the crowd below amidst her sorrowful cries.

"The holy water is here; now I bestow upon you the name of brothel guards!" The brothel judge finished speaking, and the entire crowd erupted in cheers.

"How does it feel this time?" "Kairu laughed and pointed at Celis, whose face was flushed with shame. "Princess Celis is your sister's woman, your own niece, isn't she?" "I hate her. She deserves it. How dare she threaten my rule! Kairu, I order you to punish her severely and make her an even more despicable sex toy!" "Haha, I will consider Her Majesty's opinion." Then, the two continued to tour the city until evening, under the setting sun. When they came to an alley, four boys were raping a pitiful woman. The man who seemed to be the leader was holding the woman's slender waist and thrusting repeatedly, while the woman cried out something.

"Please, I, I don't want the prostitute's money anymore, let me go, I won't be able to catch up at this rate!" "What's the rush? There's still me, we haven't ejaculated yet!" After the leader boy ejaculated into the woman's vagina, his companion immediately took his place.

"No, no, please, I'll go crazy if this continues, I've been holding back for so long, if I don't catch up this time, ah!!!" "The woman braced herself against the wall, and the boy, holding her in a rear-entry position, penetrated her. Her beautiful breasts swayed back and forth during the vigorous movements. She struggled and cried for some unknown reason. Finally, after the man behind her ejaculated and released her, she abandoned her money, lifted her skirt, and ran towards the distant square.

" "What happened?" Rasika asked, but Kairu didn't answer directly. Instead, he followed the woman to a huge central square. It was already crowded with people. Many prostitutes and workers stood on a fenced-off platform. Many women, mostly dressed in elegant gowns, stood in a line, blushing, anxiously anticipating something. Each face was filled with a mixture of expectation and shame.

"Please, let me in! I've been holding it in all day! I'll break down if this continues!" The woman who had tried to rush in was stopped by the prostitutes.

"Time's up, you filthy bitch. If you're so desperate to pee, just find a man to do it for you." "One of the guards roughly slapped the woman to the ground."

"But, but..." The woman cried as she got up, but at that moment, the cathedral clock rang. All the noisy men around simultaneously held their breath and stared silently at the women on the platform. After the ringing, at the command of the guard, the women, especially the noblewomen in their gorgeous gowns, began one by one to slowly lift their skirts, revealing their full, sexy thighs. Then, blushing, they slowly squatted down, spreading their legs like prostitutes in front of the surrounding men. Each of them had a white sticker on their urethra. The women peeled off the sticker with one hand, then relaxed and began to urinate in front of the large number of men. Row after row of urine, following the stepped, winding channels, slowly converged into a single line, flowing into the ditches set up on the side.

This was a scene of beauties urinating that could not be seen or even imagined elsewhere. The magnificent sight of so many noblewomen lined up in rows, spreading their legs to expose their genitals to urinate caused some to ejaculate on the spot.

This was, in fact, part of Kairu's new policy. Prostitutes of the third rank and below were denied the right to urinate freely. Each prostitute was required to wear a specially treated urine film, which, once removed, could not be reused. Any prostitute found without a urine film in her urethra would be severely punished. Only the wealthy possessed such films, so if a prostitute wanted to urinate, she had to please someone who had one, and have it reapplied immediately after she finished. For many women with an urgent need to urinate, this meant enduring immense humiliation.

Of course, these scheduled public urination sites effectively solved the problem of women's difficulty in urinating. After urinating, everyone could change their urine film, free of charge, provided that tourists were provided with a public performance.

Watching their shameful but liberated companions on stage, the women who had missed their urination time could only desperately beg the men around them. But all they received was ridicule and mockery. For these poor men who could only watch public urination, nothing was more pleasurable than seeing a pitiful woman punished or even demoted. Now, only one path awaits this poor woman: before her urethra loses control, she must untie the urethral membrane covering her lower body, thus gaining the freedom to urinate. But the price may be even more severe…” How shameless! We, the noblewomen of Serania, would actually do such a despicable thing!” Queen Rasika said with disdain. “

Oh, Your Majesty seems quite unconcerned?” Kairu smiled. “I suppose you think you can do better than them. These women go to great lengths to earn prostitution coins.” “They’re just stupid. If they can’t get prostitution coins, can’t they use money?” Looking at Rasika’s self-righteous expression, Kairu felt like he was about to burst out laughing. “Hahaha, as expected of Queen Rasika of White Sands, you are truly born to be a queen! I think you will definitely do better than all the prostitutes, really.” “Alright, Queen Rasika.” Kairu cleared his throat. “The inspection is now over.” However, he seemed unaware of the true meaning behind the queen’s mask.

(III) The "Female Torture Wall

" Ah, what beautiful, large buttocks these are!

The vassal state of Serania, once the capital of the Queen, took a different name when the kingdom fell.

The city of brothels, Serania's former city guard captain, Colin, was currently patrolling a large wall with a bucket in his hand.

This was a special wall called the "Female Torture Wall," where, at regular intervals, a beautiful, naked buttock would be revealed from the other side, all standing with their legs spread apart, their long, bare legs forced into this shameful posture. Many of these legs wore silk stockings with high heels, indicating their former status, while also fully exposing the women's private parts.

This "Female Torture Wall" was originally a pornographic device from afar, but the second prince of the empire who conquered Serania—Kairu—used it to punish the prostitutes of the brothel city. Once prostitutes violate the newly enacted prostitution control law, one of the penalties is that they must be imprisoned within these female confinement walls, performing public service for the entire public. During this time, they receive no prostitution currency for their labor.

Colin walked along, trying to recall the beautiful, alluring buttocks before him, which used to belong to those arrogant women. These women once controlled the entire country, wearing the most luxurious gowns and enjoying all the extravagance; now they were reduced to the lowest of the low, prostitutes. Thinking of this, Colin sighed. To be fair, from a man's perspective, the new regent's treatment of the men in the occupied country was not bad. Many had regained their jobs and a certain degree of dignity, at least much better than during the reign of Queen Baisha.

Now, as sunset approached, the public service activities at the female confinement walls had ended. Walking along the wall, Colin could see that every snow-white buttock was swollen and red, the vaginas wide open, constantly leaking men's semen, and even urine. On the female torture wall, prostitutes could do almost anything without paying any fees, so the area was always filled with men, mostly from the low-income class. Even in their current vassal state of Serania, they rarely had access to women, so this wall became their best outlet for pent-up desires.

Although the prostitutes were of low status, beautiful women were still a resource, so Colin's daily task was to maintain their privacy. Like the other prostitute guards, he would carry a bucket to each woman's buttocks and take out a brush to wash them, their buttocks dripping with vaginal fluid. Colin would first pour cold water over their buttocks, then slowly clean the area around their buttocks with the brush, ensuring these large, white buttocks were thoroughly cleaned for their work the next day.

"Ah~~~" A woman's moan came from the other side of the wall as Colin brushed a particularly beautiful buttock. This wall was actually two-sided; one side depicted the woman's lower body, and the other her upper body, so usually one woman could be used by two men at the same time. Furthermore, they were completely isolated from each other. The woman locked to one side of the wall had no idea when, who, or how her lower body would be violated—a form of torture for any woman.

This woman was clearly the same; she hadn't expected her lower body to be suddenly stimulated, reacting instinctively. It seemed she had just started working there. From Colin's perspective, he could clearly see a beautiful, snow-white bottom writhing helplessly against the wall, her legs trembling—it was incredibly cute. Colin couldn't resist reaching out and kneading those soft, alluring buttocks, enjoying the gentle tremors caused by the stimulation.

After washing all the buttocks, Colin began the next task. Many men remained around, waiting for the next performance even though their time was up. Colin took out something that looked like a water pipe, followed by a syringe. In the Empire of Falt, a powerful civilization had allowed this ancient nation to master an excellent hygiene system early on, which the Regent used within the brothel.

Next came the internal cleaning, essentially a form of enema. Colin and the other prostitutes used syringes to inject water into the two holes in these women's buttocks, holes that had been penetrated by countless men. They then pressed their hands against their abdomens to feel the amount of water inside. Because their bodies were separated by a wall, the water pressure deformed the women, causing them to writhe in pain. From the outside, it looked like a large buttock and a pair of beautiful legs trembling helplessly.

Then Colin and the other prostitutes plugged the two holes in each buttock. Next, the men watching found amusement, placing bets on which buttock would last the longest.

"This one in the middle, that woman used to be some kind of lady. Judging by her wild ways, she can definitely last a long time." "No, I like this buttock. The one by the door, I remember this buttock, she used to be a female guard." "I bet on the whitest buttock. I remember she used to be the daughter of a very wealthy man. I always just drooled over her, hehe." The men's lewd words continued, while the trembling of the large buttocks intensified. Colin looked at each buttock with satisfaction. No matter which one it was, it would eventually ejaculate, it was just a matter of which one would suffer less pain.

Soon, the first cork was released with a spray of fluid. The second, the third… Throughout, Colin kept his gaze fixed on the buttocks of the newly arrived prostitute. It was the buttocks of a fourth-class prostitute, who had been reported a few days earlier for urinating in the wrong place or without the permission of a man with a urine sample. The person who reported her was another fourth-class prostitute; her former friend had also been demoted from fourth-class to third-class prostitute for the same reason.

Colin remembered how elegant and talented this woman had once been—Mia, a noblewoman from Asenia. In the former royal capital, now the brothel capital of Leia, the tragedy of women like this was being repeated every time. Mia was clearly unaccustomed to the torture of this wall of female torture; the poor woman's lower body was twitching under the infusion of enema fluid. Although she had tried, the plug in her anus had been expelled, but the cork stuck in her vagina remained. The helpless woman cried out for help, but was immediately met with the sound of a slap.

Her buttocks were still twitching, so you could clearly see the flesh contracting and sweat seeping from her skin. Mia helplessly shook her lower body, but she couldn't squeeze out the cork. Seeing the woman's predicament, the men below cheered continuously.

"Haha, look at this stupid woman who can't squeeze it out, how ridiculous!" "No, it should be called lewd, she seems to really enjoy being given an enema." The men's jokes made the woman even more anxious, ignoring the warnings from the prostitute guards on the other side of the wall, constantly calling for help. Finally, Colin frowned and inserted the cork. After all, the prostitute guards' duty was to protect every prostitute, but this protection was actually maintenance, keeping these prostitutes' bodies always ready for use.

After the woman was relieved, Colin went up and then stretched out his fingers, repeatedly digging into the two holes that the woman had cleaned, making sure they were clean. He stretched out his hand, constantly digging, and Mia, being played with, groaned. Just as she was about to climax, Colin released his hand.

Nighttime was the rest time for these prostitutes. The women, exhausted from a day's work, were suddenly locked inside the walls in the same position. But at least they could rest. Colin and the other prostitute guards' task was to ensure these buttocks got a proper rest; after all, from a normal man's perspective, these naked buttocks were incredibly alluring. Without protection, they probably wouldn't have a moment's rest.

Of course, there's always a way. A young man approached Colin under the moonlight. The young man spoke to Colin and gave him some gold coins. Then he pointed to Miss Mia's large buttocks. Colin nodded, and the young man walked to Mia's buttocks.

The young man grinned pervertedly, reaching out to grope and fondle Mia's alluring buttocks. Colin only remembered that this young man was called Gula; he seemed quite wealthy and harbored hatred towards Mia, but he didn't know the specifics.

Mia was fast asleep when the stimulation from her lower body jolted her awake, and the woman let out a moan.

"Remember, no shooting, or you'll have to pay double." Colin pointed, then opened the door in the center of the wall. He turned to the other side and gagged the terrified Mia, whose neck collar still bore a small sign indicating she was a prostitute. "Just bear with it, don't disturb others." As Colin approached, the perverted young man, Gula, was already playing with Mia's helpless buttocks.

"Heh heh, indeed, the more elegant a woman is, the more lewd she is." Gula laughed, the sticky fluid between his two separated fingers forming several glistening threads. Then, Colin saw that Gula was holding something in his other hand. He opened his hand and found it was a baby mouse. Gula placed the baby mouse on Mia's high, protruding buttocks. As soon as it was placed there, Mia on that side let out a series of whimpers, her beautiful buttocks shaking continuously.

Because of the female torture wall, the other side of Mia's body, which was separated, had no idea what was happening. The poor woman felt something furry crawling along her buttocks, inching its way into the two fleshy openings behind her. Mia was terrified; she whimpered and struggled helplessly.

Gula continued to play with Mia's buttocks, and when the baby mouse hesitated at the entrance, the young man, perhaps not satisfied, grabbed it and placed it at the woman's opening. Instantly, the little animal scurried into Mia's opening, causing her large buttocks to shake violently as if electrocuted, her long legs trembling. Colin whistled; he seemed quite satisfied with the perverted young man's game. Gula's torture was clearly not over; the baby mouse continued to dart around inside Mia's opening, causing her body to tremble violently, and her upper body on the other side of the wall emitted alluring moans.

The young man, Ragu, chuckled and reached out, kneading the soft flesh between Mia's snow-white legs. Immediately, Mia's body went limp. Perhaps it was due to pleasure, but Mia kept shifting her ample buttocks, trying to escape the young man's torment. From the outside, Mia's pitiful buttocks writhed alluringly.

Ragu's teasing wasn't over. He continued to grope Mia's already terrified, plump buttocks, one hand at her anus, the other touching the noblewoman's incredibly sensitive clitoris between her legs. A gentle pinch caused her lower body to tense instantly.

The little mouse inside her vagina, startled by the sudden pressure, screamed and thrashed wildly inside Mia's vagina, causing the noblewoman to tremble.

"Looks quite interesting," Colin shrugged, then moved to Mia's upper body on the other side of the wall. The woman, bound by wooden shackles, stared at the prostitute guard with tears in her eyes. However, Colin was no saint either. The duty of the prostitute guards was to protect the safety of the prostitutes, a physically demanding job, but also granting them the right to freely enjoy the company of prostitutes of the third rank or lower.

Colin walked up to Mia, then extended his penis, removed the gag, and replaced it with a hollow ring that required her to open her mouth. This easily slid in, and Mia, having her two holes being played with, felt immense pain as Colin's large penis pounded against her mouth like a battering ram. Soon, Mia was drooling profusely.

Meanwhile, the stimulation to her lower body was even more painful. These furry little creatures were a woman's natural enemy, let alone having them inside her vagina. Mia was completely unaware of what was happening behind her; it was this fear of the unknown that drove her almost mad.

Mia's lower body was already leaking vaginal fluid under the perverted youth's manipulation; her beautiful legs were trembling, and her pink vagina was overflowing with fluid. The little mouse stuck in Mia's vaginal opening actually took a liking to the vaginal fluids, licking them gleefully inside the woman's pitiful orifice. This caused the noblewoman's plump buttocks to sway wildly, looking incredibly alluring.

Ragu played with her like this, watching the once high and mighty Mia, now suffering from the agony of his malicious manipulation. For a long time, this perverted young man had fantasized about Mia's beautiful figure and masturbated countless times. Finally, the situation reversed; with his modest wealth, Ragu set his sights firmly on Mia.

Watching Mia helplessly swaying her plump buttocks from the stimulation and orgasm, the other prostitutes curiously gathered around. These men, aroused by the young man's game, pulled out their penises and began to vent their lust on the surrounding buttocks.

That night, along the wall of female torture, there were only the muffled cries of women and the low moans of men in pleasure. There was still some time before dawn. Once it was light, the next round of service would begin, and for the women on the female torture wall, it would be another long day.

Colin finally finished ejaculating into Mia's mouth and walked alone to the nearby resting place. Just as the prostitutes were preparing to rest, a sharp, pointed weapon was pressed against Colin's groin.

"Long time no see, Colin," a cold, alluring female voice said in his ear. "Shut up and cooperate with us." Colin turned around and saw several tall, beautiful women in tight-fitting clothes. Each of them was graceful and had a heroic air about them. At their waists, each woman carried a slender, pointed sword. Longer and sharper than the rapiers used in Western spears, it resembled a bee's sting. This weapon was called a bee sting.

They were the Queen of Serania's most elite guards, the Queen's Guards, whom people called the Queen's Bee Knights.

(IV) Prostitutes and Prostitutes

As night fell, Princess Celis stood atop the city walls, looking down at the brightly lit town below. The once-saintly maiden of Serania had become a fifth-class prostitute, the lowest rank in the vassal state of Serania. Within the city, Celis was forced to serve the ministers of this defeated nation as a princess. The graceful Celis was now wearing an almost completely transparent gauze dress, half-hidden and half-revealed by her alluring, snow-white skin. The transparent pink lace panties between her legs were even more suggestive. This dress was what Celis wore most often in the castle; it was exquisitely crafted, yet utterly obscene, just like Celis's current predicament.

“How beautiful and peaceful the town of Leia looked from here before,” Celis sighed sadly. “And now, in every house lit up by these lights, how many once-pure girls are living miserable lives, raped by men?” “Princess,” a maid standing quietly by the corridor said. These maids in the castle were also required to expose their breasts for amusement. “Please bear with it. I’ve heard that the Queen Bee Knights have infiltrated this place. Perhaps…” “The Bee Knights?” Celis gazed down at the city walls, a cool breeze ruffling her hair. “Can they really save us here, no, even all of Serania?” “Your Highness Celis, what are you saying? The Bee Knights can certainly do it. They are the people we in Serania are most proud of.” “Yes, proud female warriors, a manifestation of Serania’s feminist power.” Celis gently shook her head. "Well, I hope they can save us." A gentle evening breeze blew, causing the curtains on the balcony to flutter. The maid eagerly awaited the return of the Bee Knights, but she couldn't understand why Princess Celis looked so melancholy.

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How are things lately? Are you satisfied with your new country?" On the city road, Regent Kairu smiled at Queen Rasika before him. Queen Rasika of White Sands hadn't yet been officially classified as a prostitute, meaning this proud and arrogant queen hadn't yet been punished. The queen of a fallen kingdom still wore her magnificent silver fox fur dress, maintaining her haughty demeanor.

However, her expression was far from pleasant. Rasika was led to a nobleman's mansion, where a lewd banquet was being held. The spectators were newly promoted male nobles, enjoying fine wine and food, watching the scene with the air of victors. Beside them, the first-class prostitutes of the brothel capital, Leia, nestled close to the nobles, looking at their compatriots with the same air of triumph.

In the center of the room was a group of men and women. The women were all former noblewomen of Serania, but unlike other fallen and tragic women, these women, once socialites, had become opportunistic, fully utilizing their beauty and cunning to become the highest-ranking prostitutes in the brothel capital of Leia. At times, these women even forgot their social standing, moving freely among the upper classes as high-class prostitutes.

On the other side were men, all young and handsome. These were Queen Rasika's male servants. Although Serania was a feminist society, ultimately, women alone could not support a society independently.

Queen Rasika needed these handsome male servants to entertain her. After the fall of Serania, female prostitutes became the new lowest rung of the country. Many men were liberated and became free citizens, but not all.

After all, some people have special tastes, whether men or women. Some young, handsome men also became part of the prostitution community, and most of Rasika's male servants were among them.

"Ah, no, please, madam." Before everyone's eyes, the handsome man, stripped naked, was forced to lie on the ground, while a noblewoman straddled him, her beautiful hips swaying up and down. The man was clearly not having an easy time; it was evident he had ejaculated more than once, and was quite weak after being repeatedly drained of his semen.

"Continue, continue, let the adults enjoy your intercourse, second-class prostitutes." A blonde woman with a noblewoman's hairstyle poured wine for the powerful among them. Her eyes were wanton, her clothing half-revealing, exuding sexual allure. In the brothel capital of Leia, only those with enough cunning and the ability to exploit female charm could climb to the position of first-class prostitute.

"Ah, ahhh, again, it's going to come in again." The second-class prostitute cried out repeatedly, her body covered in sweat, her breasts heaving violently. Then, with her high-pitched moans, the man beneath her ejaculated, collapsing to the ground, exhausted.

"Lady Delina, aren't they your compatriots?" The nobleman reached out and touched the beautiful breasts of the blonde beauty beside him.

"No, what are you saying, sir? Don't you think I'm different from them?" Delina, a first-class prostitute, said sweetly. Delina was a typical first-class prostitute, one of the representatives, who had climbed to the top by stepping on her fellow prostitutes. But in such a society, who had the right to criticize her?

The lewd performance in the center of the arena continued, with several other couples engaging in intercourse. And the male prostitutes didn't just engage in these erotic performances with female prostitutes. There were many other services to attract female tourists, such as homosexual performances by handsome men, and the ejaculation services for beautiful young men.

"Hmph, what a bunch of shameless trash." The Regent noticed that Rasika's eyes were on the male prostitutes when she spoke. This almost made him laugh out loud.

"Alright, I'm in the mood today, I'll accompany our Queen on a tour of her city." "Your Highness, it's late, isn't it a bit dangerous to travel at night?" a subordinate reminded her.

"Ha, dangerous? What danger could some naked prostitutes pose to me, or are you talking about our Queen?" "What do mere soldiers know? I would never do such a dishonorable thing." The Queen of White Sands tossed her hair, adjusted her silver fox fur shawl, and walked out arrogantly in her high heels.

...

This was a brothel. Serania originally had no brothels, but the Regent quickly built quite a few in the brothel capital, Leia, for tourists' entertainment. Although prostitution had long been legalized and open in Leia, and prostitutes no longer needed to choose brothels as their places of prostitution, under the harsh policies and competitive pressure among prostitutes, many still chose to join brothel organizations to obtain the required amount of prostitution currency.

Brothels organize prostitution to replace the prostitutes' payment of prostitution fees, but this often results in more intense and organized prostitution activities. Generally, a prostitute who joins a brothel will engage in more prostitution activities per month than a freelance prostitute. Of course, because the prostitution fees that prostitutes must pay vary depending on their rank, brothels generally only accept fourth- and third-rank prostitutes, while the lowest-ranking fifth-rank prostitutes must find their own way through alternative means. A brothel

is ultimately a brothel; its essence is to acquire wealth, not to sell sex. Therefore, all owners and organizers of brothels are generally free agents, the vast majority of whom are men. However, brothels recruit some madams and young prostitutes to become madams to be responsible for and guide prostitution. Trish is one of them. She was once a third-rank prostitute in the brothel capital, but after betraying her best friend Mia, she was promoted from third-rank and joined the ranks of madams. She then used even lower-ranking prostitutes to make money for the organization, eventually becoming a second-rank prostitute.

"Your Majesty, do you know why such strong antagonism has formed among your people?" Kairu led Rasika to a brothel, where both of them were, of course, disguised.

"Ah, are you two guests? I have the best women in the city here." Trish pulled over a young girl. The girl looked very young, her legs were bent low, and her eyes held a hint of shyness. She was clearly a newcomer to prostitution, and probably of low rank, forced into the brothel. Trish showed the two girls her still-developing breasts. "She's a virgin. Want to try some?" "No, I... I don't want to..." The girl shook her head, backing away step by step.

"Looks like the women here aren't quite trained yet." Kelvin snorted. Perhaps because of his striking appearance, Trish assumed the man before her must be wealthy.

Trish, a tall and beautiful woman, quickly gave Kelvin a fawning smile and nudged the girl. "No, no, no, she's a fourth-class prostitute as certified by the prostitution judge. Your Excellency will surely like her." "Oh, Your Excellency, she's just a fourth-class prostitute. Choose me! I'm third-class, much better than this little bitch!" Another prostitute suddenly appeared, eagerly flattering him. One could imagine how fierce the competition was.

"What do you think?" Kelvin chuckled, nudging Rasika beside him.

"Hmph, a bunch of lowly commoners." Rasika scoffed. The queen had barely spoken when she was immediately recognized. Trish's eyes widened; she could hardly believe her eyes. Standing before her was the queen she thought had long since fallen from grace, and Queen Rasika remained as arrogant as ever.

"Queen Rasika."

"Well, it seems the people in this city still consider you their queen." Kelvin said with a smile.

“Of course, I am the noble Queen of Serania, as I have been, as I am now, and as I will always be,

” Rasika declared loudly. “For you, as citizens of Serania, to commit such a despicable act is a disgrace to our nation.” “I…I am truly sorry, Your Majesty,” Trish said, stunned. She couldn’t understand why their queen could stand there so majestically even in the face of national ruin.

“Don’t forget, Serania is now my vassal state,” Keru reminded her. “Don’t you think we should do it the way we do it now?” “Yes, you’re absolutely right.” Rasika glanced around furtively, then cleared her throat and said loudly, “Since it’s the work of the new Seranian law, then let’s do it according to the current law.” Rasika turned to Trish: “How do you usually punish prostitutes like this here?” “Punishment like this…” Trish hesitated, “However, we have other preparations to entertain you, my lords.” “That looks like an interesting game.” Keru laughed. “

Then let’s do it that way, I’d like to see it too.” Rasika laughed as well.

However, no one noticed that Queen Rasika’s eyes were scanning the surroundings, and a flow of people was beginning to move among the prostitutes that were everywhere in the brothel.

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