Human bestiality

In the Rogue Encampment, at the New Rogue Bar, destroyed countless times, returning veterans boasted, drank, and exchanged information. A newly recruited druid casually inquired about the synthesis mutation of summoning. Before the druid at his table could answer, a barbarian at another table struck up a conversation, speaking in a low voice as if it were a secret. But even with his loud voice lowered, the barbarian's words could be heard clearly in every corner of the bar. "Want to summon a mutant? It's all about affinity! Affinity! The higher the affinity of your summoned creature…" "Hmph! Everyone knows the higher the affinity of your summoned creature, the higher the success rate of summoning a mutant. The problem is how to raise affinity! If you don't know, then shut up…" "Ha! You've come to the right person!" "What? A barbarian knows more than a druid? Are you some kind of beast fetishist…?" "Take it or leave it. I'm asking you, in the Rogue Encampment, who's the strongest at summoning mutants than a druid?" "Probably that heinous, wicked harem elder?" "Exactly… I heard it from Elder Van… So… a dozen years ago… like this… like that…" The barbarian launched into a fifteen-minute tirade… "Seeing the Venomous Vine on the verge of death, Elder Fan himself was seriously injured, and he only had one jar of red medicine on him. He knew he couldn't possibly break through the encirclement without drinking it himself. Should he drink it? Or should the Venomous Vine drink it? That was the question. Elder Fan took out the red medicine and fed it to the Venomous Vine, saying, 'I, Wu Fan, am not a good person. Shameless, cowardly, greedy, incompetent—many flaws can be found in me. But I am a man. I dare not say I am upright and honorable, but at least I should have a clear conscience. My intelligence is not low, and I don't act solely on instinct. The Venomous Vine's help to me, accompanying me through my loneliest days, is vividly remembered. I haven't forgotten it for a moment. It cannot be erased by absurd reasons like instinct or low intelligence. My conscience can be hidden, but it absolutely cannot be eaten by dogs. I cannot watch it die now.' With that, the Venomous Vine erupted…" "Hmph, a clear conscience? A conscience can't be eaten by dogs? I can't believe humans are worse than summoned creatures..." A job-changer, so ordinary-looking he'd be easily lost in a crowd, couldn't stand it anymore. He dropped the nonsensical words and his money for drinks, heading straight for Women's Street. Women's Street, as the name suggests, is a conglomerate of brothels within the Rogue Encampment. Every woman there is a pitiful woman who has lost her family and has no one to rely on. To support themselves or their equally unable-to-work family members, they have no choice but to take this job. The women here don't have low status; at least, even noble job-changers can't force them into prostitution. Some women, with their skilled bedroom arts, have successfully married and become wives, even becoming second or third wives of powerful families. Of course, people still have some reservations about prostitutes, so becoming a legitimate wife is practically impossible. The weak rely on each other for support. There's always more physical labor than they can do, and besides, there are always a few days each month when they can't work. If they don't help each other, will they go hungry during those days? The unique environment fostered a distinctive circle. When mutual assistance became a habit, forgetting one's roots became even rarer. Those who had succeeded in making it would often help those who hadn't, and those who hadn't would pass on any news that the larger community was interested in. This was the fundamental structure of Women's Street. The main street of Women's Street was dotted with tents, some open, some closed. Open tents were for guests to wait in; guests would look around outside before entering. Closed tents meant guests were already working inside. The ordinary-looking job seeker wandered through the twists and turns of the main street and entered a dilapidated house in a side alley. Inside was a woman with long, brown-gold hair past her shoulders, an oval face, and bright, lively eyes that seemed to hold an indescribable allure. She was undeniably beautiful, though her height was rather short, which detracted from her overall beauty. She wore only a light veil, just covering her chest, which accentuated her full figure and slender waist. The glimpses of her rosy hue were captivating. Her lower body was completely naked, the triangle formed by her brown-gold pubic hair perfectly covering her private parts. The glistening wetness indicated she had just been masturbating, leaving much to the imagination. The job changer, however, seemed unfazed, showing no interest whatsoever. "Oh...you're back, earlier than usual..." "Aunt Peti, aren't you working today? Why aren't you at the tent?" "It's Sister Peti...my little Vess...I want you to keep me company today." As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around Vess's (the ordinary-looking job changer) neck. "Aunt Peti, you raised me!" Caught off guard by a glimpse of a deep cleavage through the thin fabric, coupled with the shapely body gently pressed against his skin, Vess couldn't help but swallow hard. "It's Petit! Good to know, hurry up and take off your pants to repay your kindness in raising me, or... are you disgusted by Petit's dirty body now that you've changed jobs?" (Author's note: If someone raised for money thinks a prostitute is dirty, they're not human.) "Aunt Petit, I'm not disgusted by you, how are you? This isn't like you!" "Hehe... Petit might be going ashore soon. A Kurast-level paladin wants to marry me, and then you'll be all alone, I'm worried..." "Even though I just changed jobs, I'm still a necromancer, okay... I can take care of myself." "I'm not worried about that, what I'm worried about is..." Petit reached into Vis's pants, playing with his genitals, "this." "Without me watching, that slut Shaka could tear you apart. Who told you to be careless when you went to the toilet? She's been nagging me about this weapon for years." "Aunt Petit... I consider you my mother." "If you treat me like a mother, then do your job properly. I don't remember raising you into a coward who wouldn't even sleep with a woman. If you don't treat me like a mother, then what are you hesitating for? Come on." Without giving Vees a chance to argue, he pulled out his penis, aimed it at his wet vagina, and found that even with his toes outstretched, he couldn't take in this beast. With a slight pull from the hand hanging around Vees's neck, he gently lifted the penis, and it slid eight or nine-tenths of the way into Pete's vagina. Pete was petite, and after the penis entered, her feet didn't touch the ground; her entire weight was supported by Vees's penis. Pete's weight caused the penis to pass directly through the cervix and press against the uterine wall. This intense impact even made the battle-hardened Pete lose her composure. The force of Vees's hand on her neck naturally dissipated, and his hand slid down Vees's chest, causing her to fall backward. Vees, who was initially at a loss, reacted quickly, fearing that Pete would fall, and hurriedly scooped her up and held her tightly in his arms. With that, the penis plunged deep into her vagina, and Pete felt as if her uterus was being pierced. Stimulated by the intertwined pain and pleasure, Pete snapped out of her daze. "Ugh... Little Vis... you're so cruel... you just... ruined... Pete-nee..." What would a teenager say in this situation? Vis didn't respond; rather, he couldn't respond anymore, or rather, he had responded entirely with his actions. He held her tightly, thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting again, with all his might, wanting only to merge them into one. The idea that virgins lack technique is universally true, even those raised in brothels. No matter how much you observe, there are always some techniques you can't learn without hands-on experience. "Ah... um... um... mmm... um... ah... mmm... um... um..." Pete endured wave after wave of impacts. With each thrust, the pressure she applied to Vess's arms increased or decreased, sometimes groaning, sometimes moaning, communicating with him in this most primal way, guiding him to possess her body, filling her emptiness. Vess's legs, supporting the weight of two people and the reaction force of the thrusts, felt a little weak, so he leaned against the wall for leverage. Leaning against the wall made the angle of force problematic, making penetration more difficult; by a stroke of luck, he turned Pete around, letting the wall bear part of her weight, and grabbed her thighs with both hands, making it easier to penetrate. Each thrust felt like it was penetrating her womb. "Mmm...no...oh...I...I...can't...take it...anymore...ah...no...ah...oh..." The walls of the house weren't exactly high quality; the rough interior made Pete uncomfortable, her pelvis throbbing against the walls with each thrust, causing a dull ache that made Pete realize something was wrong. Most women would just have to endure it, waiting for their partner to climax. Pete, however, was a seasoned pro, finding an opening to change positions was a piece of cake for her. She waited until the penis was inserted as shallowly as possible before tightening her vaginal muscles. The novice Vis couldn't react in time. Naturally, the insertion was shallow, and the withdrawal was much deeper. At that moment, Pete twisted her body, pressing her hands against the wall and raising her legs, rotating 180 degrees around the penis inside her, then landing on her feet, successfully transitioning from a front-entry position to a standing, arched-back position. Vess felt a tingling, electric-like sensation travel from his spinal cord to his brain. He tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and held on tightly to his precarious ejaculation before thrusting all the way in. The arched back position allows for deeper penetration than the straight front position, and with this thrust, he couldn't hold back any longer; his semen filled Pete's interior. If Vess had been more experienced, knowing to pause or thrust gently a few times, he wouldn't have ejaculated so quickly. Pete was satisfied, but she knew it wouldn't end there; her opponent was a virgin. Virgins are creatures who won't stop until they've exhausted all their energy during sex, and she knew how terrifying Vess's stamina was, something she'd watched grow up.When Vess was a child, his mother wanted him to undergo druid training, but he couldn't become a druid; he developed nothing except physical strength. Later, when he became a necromancer, his stamina was exactly three times higher than a normal druid's. As expected, Vess immediately picked up his weapon again and resumed the relentless piston-like movements. With a deep thrust of that weapon, the battle blared once more. Vess slightly bent over, his hands reaching inside Qing Sha, touching her full breasts, feeling their weight as he lifted them from below. Her breasts, too large to be grasped in one hand, were soft and elastic, deforming with Vess's ministrations. As time passed, repeated orgasms caused Pete to lose control of the battle; her strength was exhausted. Her moans gradually weakened, slowly turning into muffled groans, then into slight panting, and finally even panting ceased. Before completely losing consciousness, she vaguely remembered being placed face down on the bed, her lower body being lifted and thrust into. Petty was prepared to be ruined when she decided to sacrifice herself, both to persuade her best friend's son and to avenge her sister and mother. In her dazed state, her last thought was, "Am I courting death?" The next day, the two of them woke up naked in bed. "Why?" "Well... it's so that the virgin chicken I've raised for years won't be given away to someone else..." "Really? That's all?" "Hmm... I don't want to tarnish my reputation. How can I be as innocent as the ones raised in Women's Street?" "That reason is even more far-fetched than before..." "Well... to prevent you from accidentally killing someone with your big stick, I'll use you as a test subject first. Anyway, killing your own family doesn't cost you your life." "Are you just trying to fob me off, or are you just trying to fob me off?" "...Because my adopted son's bestial bloodline is about to awaken, transforming him into a rapist demon that even a billion horses couldn't trample to death. For the safety of the Rogue Encampment and Women's Street, the girl who raised this beast has no choice but to shoulder the responsibility and serve the demon herself." "You can't play like that... You're the rapist demon, your whole family is rapist... No, no, no... You're the only rapist demon in your family... And you damn well better stop watching the Beast Duke series, it's already ruined your brain! A girl, my foot! Hmph!" "Your sister Petty is only 25, isn't she a teenager? And she's reading the 'Beast Duke' series... It's for work, you know. Saying a line or two is better than any aphrodisiac or virility drug; men love that. If you don't learn a few tricks from the books, you won't keep customers... Sometimes customers even bring the books to play with. There was this barbarian named Doug or something, who said he couldn't read, so he called a few sisters over, had one of them read aloud, and the others acted it out. He played the duke, and he had a blast... You tell me, you can't be unfamiliar with these books, can you?" (Suddenly I want to tease that old Ni who always calls prostitutes and even forces his son to call them prostitutes: Who taught you not to know them?) "These days, even prostitutes need to be educated. The sisters who used to be illiterate now regularly go to the general store to buy books. (The books are bought at the general store; Wu Fan once bought a novel while buying equipment, see the main story for details.)" "But those cheap guys who write letters for others, they say they're tutoring the girls, but they end up in bed with them, and they don't even need to pay for prostitutes anymore..." "I said...you seem to have a lot of resentment towards the Duke of Beasts series..." "No...I really admire the author...she must be a chameleon, ridden by thousands and penetrated by tens of thousands..." "There's no incense in the dark world." "Then her clothes are like teleportation scrolls, torn hundreds of thousands of times...No...I should say she's a very respectable, highly skilled, and virtuous senior who has slew hundreds of thousands of men. Otherwise, how could she have come up with so many tricks...If she didn't deliberately use tricks, to use all the moves in the book in her career, she would have to work for at least 80 years! She's not even human!" "Aunt Petty, how much resentment do you have towards the author of Duke of Beasts!" (Author's note: The forbidden books in the Royal Library, plus the millennia-old heritage of the Elven race, are no less than the little yellow books in the head of a gluttonous nun, and not something a small prostitute can glimpse.) "Call me Sister Petit. Okay... back to the point, you need to conquer Women's Street." "What? I want to conquer Women's Street for no reason? What for? Hmm... what use is it besides doing something?" "Don't think I don't know. You've always wanted to get justice for your mother, and you couldn't hold back after changing jobs. You have no manpower, no money, no intelligence, no strength. Are you just going to go alone with a grudge? That's suicide. Listen to Sister Petit. Conquer Women's Street, and you'll get manpower and intelligence all at once. Everything will be easier. You have the resources to conquer Women's Street. Training is no problem. I've personally tested it... Also... don't think that defeating Sister Petit will make you invincible. It's not because I'm afraid you'll be traumatized by your first defeat... that's why I haven't given you any control... Don't believe me? Try riding me tonight! I'll drain you dry..." At the Rogue Encampment, Wu Fan's house, the emotionless princess kept sneezing. "My lord, Little Jasmine... seems to be sick." "Brother Wu, you're not quite up to the task of managing the household. You haven't taken good care of the family..." "But it's not your fault, brother. You're not home often anyway." "Little Sarah is so considerate." "Brother, this won't do. Since you're not up to par, consider it punishment. Just take good care of Jasmine until she recovers." "Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, I'm getting sick too! I want to take care of her too!" "Spare me, wait... Aren't mercenaries supposed to be immune to illness?" "Even if a maid who's been played with until she's tired of you gets sick, it won't be a big deal... Your Highness, you beastly duke with only lust, take some expired birth control pills that cure colds." "I have absolutely no hope for my stupid master's concern." "Ah... Fanfan is falling into despair."Otherwise, how could anyone come up with so many tricks? If you don't deliberately use fancy tricks, and you want to use all the moves in the book throughout your career, you'd have to work for at least 80 years! You're not even human! "Aunt Petty, how much resentment do you harbor towards the author of 'The Beast Duke'?!" (Author's note: The forbidden books in the Royal Library, combined with the millennia-old heritage of the Elven race, are no less numerous than the erotic books in the head of a gluttonous nun; they are not something a mere prostitute could possibly glimpse.) "You should call me Sister Petty. Okay... back to the point, you want to conquer Women's Street." "What? I want to conquer Women's Street for no reason? What for? Hmm... I should say, what use is it besides doing something?" "Don't think I don't know. You've always wanted to seek justice for your mother, and after your job change, you couldn't hold back any longer. You have no manpower, no money, no intelligence, no strength. Are you really going to go alone just because of a grudge? That's suicide. Listen to Sister Petty, conquer Women's Street, and you'll immediately have manpower and intelligence; everything will be easier. Your capital is to conquer Women's Street..." "Training is no problem, I've personally tested it... And also... don't think you're invincible just because you defeated me. It's not that I'm afraid you'll be traumatized by your first defeat... that's why I haven't given you the upper hand yet... Don't believe me? Try riding me tonight! I'll drain you dry..." At the Rogue Encampment, at Wu Fan's house, the emotionless princess kept sneezing. "My lord, little Jasmine... seems to be sick." "Brother Wu, you're not quite up to the task of managing the household, you haven't taken good care of the family..." "But it's not my fault, I'm not home often." Little Sarah is so considerate. "Brother, this won't do. Since you failed, consider it punishment. Just take good care of Jasmine until she recovers." "Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, I want to get sick too! I want to take care of her too!" "Spare me! Wait…aren't mercenaries immune to illness?" "A maid who's been played with until she's tired of you won't find much novelty in getting sick, so it doesn't matter…Your Highness, you beastly duke with only lust, take expired birth control pills that cure colds." "I have absolutely no hope for my idiot master's concern." "Ah…Fanfan is falling into despair."Otherwise, how could anyone come up with so many tricks? If you don't deliberately use fancy tricks, and you want to use all the moves in the book throughout your career, you'd have to work for at least 80 years! You're not even human! "Aunt Petty, how much resentment do you harbor towards the author of 'The Beast Duke'?!" (Author's note: The forbidden books in the Royal Library, combined with the millennia-old heritage of the Elven race, are no less numerous than the erotic books in the head of a gluttonous nun; they are not something a mere prostitute could possibly glimpse.) "You should call me Sister Petty. Okay... back to the point, you want to conquer Women's Street." "What? I want to conquer Women's Street for no reason? What for? Hmm... I should say, what use is it besides doing something?" "Don't think I don't know. You've always wanted to seek justice for your mother, and after your job change, you couldn't hold back any longer. You have no manpower, no money, no intelligence, no strength. Are you really going to go alone just because of a grudge? That's suicide. Listen to Sister Petty, conquer Women's Street, and you'll immediately have manpower and intelligence; everything will be easier. Your capital is to conquer Women's Street..." "Training is no problem, I've personally tested it... And also... don't think you're invincible just because you defeated me. It's not that I'm afraid you'll be traumatized by your first defeat... that's why I haven't given you the upper hand yet... Don't believe me? Try riding me tonight! I'll drain you dry..." At the Rogue Encampment, at Wu Fan's house, the emotionless princess kept sneezing. "My lord, little Jasmine... seems to be sick." "Brother Wu, you're not quite up to the task of managing the household, you haven't taken good care of the family..." "But it's not my fault, I'm not home often." Little Sarah is so considerate. "Brother, this won't do. Since you failed, consider it punishment. Just take good care of Jasmine until she recovers." "Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, I want to get sick too! I want to take care of her too!" "Spare me! Wait…aren't mercenaries immune to illness?" "A maid who's been played with until she's tired of you won't find much novelty in getting sick, so it doesn't matter…Your Highness, you beastly duke with only lust, take expired birth control pills that cure colds." "I have absolutely no hope for my idiot master's concern." "Ah…Fanfan is falling into despair."

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