Howling Wolf Legend

Rigel the Howling Wolf.

The man with this name, with his striking blond hair, stood out among the children of the desert. As a child, he was trafficked to the desert and attacked by members of the warband, forced to wander alone between various tribes and small warbands.

He survived, developing a silver tongue and formidable fighting skills. At thirteen, he joined the Howling Wolf Warband, receiving the glorious surname of the Howling Wolf family. From then on, he followed Duger in countless battles, and in that legendary ambush, he and another man, Gers, were the only two followers remaining.

The blond Rigel was known as the dashing and witty rider-commander, a brilliant strategist and warrior of the Howling Wolf Warband. His intelligence and martial prowess made him Duger's most valued "left hand."

Of course—the right hand was Gers, the "Predator" who also survived the ambush.

However, neither of them could compare to the treasure of Duger, the jewel of the chapter—Noelle, the daughter of Howling Wolves. This wondrous girl, feared by their enemies and known as the "Silver-Haired Witch."

In the ancient castle "Yellow Sand Castle," under the dim light, a small girl with long, silver-blue hair obediently wrapped around her small body leaned against the sofa, her legs tapping high on the table, listlessly reading a book.

"...Once upon a time. The world was in chaos. The Creator God sent dragons of all colors to reshape the world... gold, silver, red, blue, white, green, black... Eventually, the beautiful world became habitable, and various intelligent races gradually emerged, and the dragons, as gods, watched over them..." "...The Creator God rested, but the dragon gods became arrogant and domineering." They multiplied into a vast family, arbitrarily dominating various races, even fighting amongst themselves… When the Creator God awoke, he was furious and banished the Dragon Gods. They were either imprisoned in the void or completely stripped of their divine power… Only their unworthy descendants, uncared for, remained in the world, no longer magical, no longer noble. Some even interbred with mindless creatures, creating secondary dragon species. From then on, the legend of the dragon ceased…” The girl read aloud in a clear, melodious voice… Rigel stood quietly to the side, silently playing the role of a guard.

“…Is this the book about dragons you mentioned…? In the end, it didn’t say anything useful. I want to know about silver dragons; there’s absolutely nothing.” “Miss…this is just the library of Yellow Sand Castle. In such a desolate place, finding even one book is a blessing…If you really want to find such detailed information, you must go to the Empire, to the Imperial Capital Library.”

“…In that case, let’s go to the Empire. When can we go to the Empire? Every time I ask, Duger always gives me the runaround!” "

The girl pouted and said coquettishly

, "...Miss, it's easy for you to say, but the Empire isn't exactly a peaceful place. You've forgotten, just two years ago, we eliminated the Empire-recognized county governor, Shagar. Even now, Lord Duger's relationship with the Empire isn't very stable. If we really have to go, Lord Duger will have to make proper arrangements." "...That Duger guy, he's really starting to get boring..." "Huh?"

The princess-like girl suddenly began criticizing her father, making Rigel embarrassed.

"...Shagar is the Empire's lackey, isn't that what they used to say?" "What they said, this castle was just a pile of sand the Empire didn't want... and yet, even though Shagar died, we still moved in." "Miss, Lord Duger said that to control the desert, simply destroying all enemies isn't enough... Besides, his vision extends far beyond this sandcastle. 'Once the desert is completely pacified, the might of our Howling Wolves will soon shake the world again,' that's what he told his riders."

"Ha, is that so... So he went out to kill those mindless, stupid orcs? Was this all ordered by the Empire? Our warband doesn't even consider them a threat." Rigel was at a loss for words.

...

The Loess Plateau is vast and boundless. Beyond the Empire and the desert, on the desolate, expansive lands, live numerous races with little or no intelligence.

Some green-skinned orcs are among them.

Even in barren wastelands devoid of grass and water, places untouched by warbands, strange orcs seemed to spring from the ground, wandering in tribes and warbands.

Of course, the desert warbands were unparalleled in combat, slaughtering any number of wandering orcs they encountered. But the fragile borders of the empire were different. Constantly harassed and suffering, the empire had to maintain a certain level of goodwill with the desert, exchanging recognition of authority and resource assistance for the desert warbands' help in defending the borders against the orcs…

And now, Duger was leading an army to annihilate approaching orc tribes at the empire's request, leaving him and the little princess to remain in this desolate castle to guard it.

'…My lord must have considered this.'

'…Didn't you consider this too?'

The girl suddenly stared intently at him, startling Rigel.

Those violet-jewel-like eyes were incredibly beautiful to Rigel. But normally, he never dared to look at them too closely.

Now, the little princess of the Howling Wolf Legion was alone with him in a room, her gaze fixed on him unbearably. Rigel had no choice but to meet her gaze. And upon seeing her, he was struck by the girl's eyes, like whirlpools, almost stealing his soul.

Despite looking only ten years old, she exuded an irresistible allure, like a beautiful young woman.

Beneath the fire's shadow, only her eyes seemed to reflect a purplish-red glow. Beneath her exquisite silver-blue hair were the graceful curves of her face, and on her small, pointed chin, her small, cherry-red lips seemed to curve into a faint smile…

Rigel's heart skipped a beat, then he clicked his tongue in amazement. Even someone as experienced with women as himself was captivated by such a smile; it was utterly humiliating…

Rigel quickly chuckled lightly, trying to cover it up.

"…Miss, I don't know what you mean."

"I've heard that you're not only skilled with your hands, but also exceptionally intelligent, which is why you became Duger's left hand." "I wonder, what exactly is going on in such a clever mind?" The little princess suddenly hummed in a coquettish tone, her already pleasant voice becoming soft and tingling.

"Tell me, what exactly is Duger plotting? And what are your thoughts? Don't tell me that all you have in your clever head is boring talk like 'following Duger's orders'! I'd be really disappointed in Brother Rigel then." As

she spoke, the girl stretched out one of her bare white feet and began to rub it suggestively against Rigel's foot, who was standing to the side.

(...Ugh. This damn little brat... has she entered witch mode again?!) Rigel groaned. Sometimes, the young lady would suddenly become so interested out of boredom, and once she got into the mood to tease her subordinates, almost no one except Duger could handle her... So taking care of the little princess was never an easy task.

"Miss, you're still young...it's better not to joke like that..."

Suddenly, Rigel wondered if he had said something wrong.

"...Yeah...that's how it is...I felt something was off. Yes, it does feel a little strange to always act like a child."

The girl muttered thoughtfully to herself. Rigel knew it was definitely not a good sign.

"...Rigel, I have something to ask you, you can't avoid it." "What...?"

"You tell me... in these four years, I haven't grown up at all. Aren't you all surprised at all?" "...Haha... what are you saying?"

"Look, whether it's my height, my head, or this, or this, I'm exactly the same as I was that day..." The girl gently tapped her chest and buttocks, tilting her head as she said, "You never tell me, but you must be wondering in your hearts... what happened to Duger's daughter? Did she become a witch, or did she come back from the dead, or maybe I'm just a fake..." Rigel was sweating profusely. This question was too dangerous, but the girl didn't seem like someone who could be easily brushed off.

"...Miss, no matter what the situation is, we, the Sons of Howling Wolves, will only do our best to serve Lord Duger and you, Miss. There's nothing to think about..." "Hehe, a clever answer, but it's useless now. Today, there are some things you have to know even if you don't know them." The girl seemed to have made up her mind, paused for a moment, then smiled mischievously and closed her eyes.

At the same time, something strange happened. The girl's body seemed to emit a silvery glow, with shimmering silver particles floating in the air like wisps of smoke. This smoke gently swirled around the girl's body, and then her figure instantly blurred within the smoke.

A moment later, the smoke disappeared, and when the girl reappeared, she had become a different person (no... not a different person, but someone who had grown up, many years older!). She was almost a head taller than before, and the 'little princess' of the Howling Wolf Legion who had appeared in the same spot had become a graceful young woman.

She looked to be at least fifteen or sixteen years old. If the original young lady was only ten years old and somewhat flat-chested, just beginning to develop, then now she was a curvaceous, stunningly beautiful young woman with the beginnings of womanhood

. Her dazzling silver hair still flowed as before, but if her waist-length hair had almost covered most of her small body, now the girl's silver hair was paired with a curvaceous figure. The girl stood gracefully before Rigel, her long, slender, snow-white legs appearing remarkably tall. The light from the fireplace in the castle's dark chamber shone brightly, the shadows and light outlining her exquisitely beautiful figure.

The girl who had previously looked up at him was now almost eye-to-eye with him. Her eyes, shimmering with a dim purple light in the backlight, remained unchanged, but now held a greater allure.

"Um… Brother Rigel, I'm so sorry, you've seen something you shouldn't have,"

the girl's voice said, her tone unchanged, now slightly lower and more gentle and melodious… yet the underlying danger remained undiminished.

Rigel couldn't help but swallow. (This is terrible. Such a development… For now, we can only play it by ear.) "Let me tell you a secret… Although I bear the name of Noel, daughter of Duger, unfortunately, I am not human, but a silver dragon… Only you and Duger know this secret. What do you think we should do?

If the secret is leaked, what do you think Duger will do to you? Hey—what do you think?" The girl approached silently, like a demon, her voice a terrifying whisper from the shadows,

"Ha… Haha… I, Rigel, have always been loyal to Lord Duger and Miss. Nothing more.

Whatever secrets Miss may have, whatever Miss wishes, whatever Lord Duger wishes to do with me, I will have no complaints…" "

…Is that so? You really will be loyal to me?"

"Of course… Then, even if I make a capricious request, it's the same?" "…This… Of course." Rigel was very puzzled, but in this situation, he had no choice but to comply with the girl's wishes.

"Even if it means disobeying Lord Duger's orders?" "

(Gulp------Is this going to kill me?) Rigel felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat, but the girl's purple eyes were fixed on him from below. Rigel felt as if those beautiful, dazzling pupils were sucking him in like a whirlpool... Even though he had seen countless storms, he felt a little breathless at this moment... Then the girl's unique fragrance suddenly entered his nostrils, bringing an unparalleled sense of relaxation and comfort, instantly relieving the tension in his brain.

And the girl's gaze, which had been fixed on him, softened slightly... "Hehe... It's okay... I was just saying... Like, like asking Brother Rigel to take me outside to relax or something... because I'm so bored... I won't let you get scolded by Dugger." "...No problem." "

Hmm?" "

The young lady's orders are my mission... Whatever the young lady says, Rigel will do." "I guarantee that..."

But then she changed the subject, "Miss and Lord Duger are the entire Howling Wolf Legion. Serving Miss is serving Lord Duger, so how could there be any conflict?" Rigel said with a forced smile.

"………………Heh…Alright, you really are clever and eloquent. You win." The girl seemed to admit defeat. "

…But letting you get away like this would be underestimating me…" Before Rigel could react, the girl suddenly began to move.

She was still standing at a great distance from Rigel, her hands suddenly rising slightly, and then—although it was in the dimly lit castle hall, and only illuminated by the fireplace, the girl's figure was difficult to see clearly in the shadows. But

clearly, something rustled, the sound of clothes brushing against skin.

Rigel then realized. After Miss Noel 'transformed' into a girl, she was still wearing the same simple white top she had worn before—just a loose, thin blouse serving as her underwear. Because of her increased height, her original top had naturally been pulled up, exposing the girl's slender waist. Her rather large breasts pushed the fabric high, now barely covering her chest, clearly ill-fitting.

Glancing down nervously, Rigel's mouth instantly went dry… (No way…

from the beginning, that little girl wasn't wearing anything underneath???… It's just that the clothes were too long at first, covering her waist and hips, so he hadn't seen clearly? This little girl, so casual in the house!) If his deduction was correct, their beloved Princess Noel, now a graceful young woman, was standing before him wearing only an ill-fitting, thin outer garment, hanging like a vest around her chest and shoulders… while the rest of her body was completely naked…

Rigel felt a strange desire rising from within him.

This wasn't a princess, she was clearly a little witch! What was she thinking? Rigel

's heart pounded, but he had to admit he was aroused. A sense of danger rose within him, but simultaneously, a restless urge surged from his lower body. He swallowed hard; the girl's scent was intoxicating, and her beautiful, ethereal face was watching him with a half-smile. Even in various places and with various women, being gazed upon and approached by a beauty of the leader's daughter's caliber was unprecedented… But was this a blessing or a curse?

Then, for some reason, the girl seemed to take a deep breath, but Rigel didn't understand what it meant… He didn't smell particularly special. All the women he'd been with could testify… What was this girl saying? …“…Look, Noelle's clothes don't fit anymore… What should we do?” Noelle raised her hands, actually lifting the hem of her clothes.

Rigel hurriedly looked away, but the girl who had approached him smiled coquettishly and leaned in closer. Her beautiful face seemed slightly flushed, perhaps he was mistaken, as she drew nearer, her hazy eyes concealing a shyness like a young girl experiencing the forbidden fruit of first love.

(It's almost like… she's fallen for me… cough cough, I shouldn't think like that. Judging by her confident demeanor, she must be teasing me.)

Even so, Rigel couldn't help but feel a slight stirring in his heart. What was the girl's intention…? If that confident teasing truly contained some affection, what should he do?

But the girl did something even more radical, making the situation between them irreparable.

…

The man felt two pointed things gently resting on his outer garment at his abdomen. Rigel, who wasn't wearing heavy armor and was only dressed in ordinary cloth indoors, instantly understood what they were.

They were the tender buds of a young girl, ready to bloom. Before they could even be displayed in the air for people to kill, the girl before him pressed them against him. For reasons unknown, she pressed herself against him, lifting her shirt to reveal two virgin breasts—soft yet full mounds of flesh—deliberately offered up by the girl.

As if stimulated by the tips brushing against the fabric, the girl let out a soft moan, then looked up at him with a bewildered expression, utterly endearing.

With a plaintive air, the girl's beautiful eyes shifted slightly, and she breathed out a tense sigh before slowly speaking, "...Noelle's...Brother Rigel, can you feel it...?" "...I didn't expect it to feel so good, Brother Rigel...is it good?" "...Yes, of course...Miss, please don't." "

...Don't say that, Brother Rigel...You're the first person to 'feel' Noelle like this...In the Howling Wolf Legion, you're the only one with such luck..." "...Heh, that's really something, I'm impressed...Miss, tell me...what do you want?" "I want to feel Brother Rigel's aura...After growing up, I suddenly feel the need for more energy...Brother Rigel, you have to be aroused by me properly...Let your aura permeate Noelle's entire body, otherwise, I can't let you go."

"...Miss, you're really pushing me into a fire pit!" "If it's Noelle, what's wrong with Brother jumping in?" "...You!!" --"

In an instant, the girl's soft, warm hands had already grasped Rigel's. Then, she pressed them against two rounded mounds.

They were the girl's naked, delicate buttocks. Incredibly soft and full of the elasticity of youthful flesh, the cool, plump buttocks were easily grasped with a gentle squeeze. The man's large hands sank into the girl's beautiful flesh. It was as if, in the next moment, he could grasp their hands and place the girl's lustful lower body onto his fiery weapon—the girl let out a soft gasp—then, she raised her eyes, her meaningful gaze fixed quietly on Rigel, as if she could see right through the man before her

'...You want me...don't you?'" "

Okay...but on one condition. Remember this feeling...remember your thoughts about me..." "Keep looking at me, look at me with this kind of gaze...remember this secret between us, and I promise I won't tell anyone."

"...As long as you promise me...um..."

The girl's body seemed to soften against the man's, her two mounds of flesh pressing against his muscular chest, while the cleavage formed between her smooth thighs and torso gently squeezed and rubbed against his thighs. "...I'll come and tell you more about my secret anytime, is it a deal?" The man then realized that he was breathing heavily and was drenched in sweat. He had almost missed the voices coming from the castle, which were approaching from afar.

(Thank goodness!! This little girl, she can be so focused.)

"Okay, it's a deal..."

With complicated emotions, the man gently pushed the girl away.

Then the messenger rushed in,

"Reporting to Lord Rigel, Miss. An emergency." "The White Horse Legion has marched out..." Noelle, who had already darted to the sofa and covered herself with a blanket, impressed Rigel greatly.

Exchanging a glance with her, they understood that with Duger and most of the forces fighting outside, only they could lead the army to save the situation. Noelle was

now

quite content.

Since realizing that "mist" existed in multiple forms, Noelle understood that it could reflect the desires of human beings, radiating an atmosphere.

No, not just desire, but also hatred and the urge to kill. Naked emotions were easier to "smell," and desire alone was the most exhilarating of these emotions.

Teasing the handsome blond boy Rigel was incredibly fun. On one hand, his aura was extremely well-controlled, allowing one to see his inner turmoil; on the other hand, he was the most interesting person in the legion besides Duger.

Although there was no clear reason, Noelle felt that this person would become the most interesting "pawn" in the future, so she would just wait and see.

However

, the current situation is also quite troublesome for the Howling Wolf Legion.

The White Horse Legion—a long-time rival of the Howling Wolf Legion—shares a similarly proud history and tradition. Though smaller in size, their fighting strength has always been formidable. However, they have been overshadowed by the Howling Wolf's recent prominence.

The White Horse Legion's leader, the seasoned cavalry commander Tengger, has consistently caused Duger considerable trouble, but Duger always manages to turn the tables on Tengger at the last moment.

Years of repeated clashes have led both sides to gradually acknowledge each other's strength—more importantly, Tengger has aged and can no longer launch attacks with the ferocity of his youth. The White Horse Legion has entered a period of consolidation. Thus, both sides have ceased hostilities, maintaining a period of peace for several years. This is why Duger can confidently march beyond the desert without worrying about the White Horse Legion's threat.

But—why would they suddenly rebel?

After the remaining generals and strategists briefly exchanged their intelligence, time was of the essence, and all cavalry units were urgently dispatched.

Noel only knew that—it seemed—[Tengger was dead].

And it seemed he had been dead for some time, but the news of his death hadn't reached the Howling Wolf Legion.

His son had inherited the White Horse Legion, and seemed to be a formidable figure. In a short time, he had gained the loyalty of his father's old troops and then launched a lightning-fast challenge to the Howling Wolf's dominance.

Not simple at all; he had caught the Howling Wolf completely off guard.

...

Then, in the chaotic attack, Noel and the main force of the Howling Wolf became separated... He was supposed to lead a small force to support the main force in attacking the enemy's flank, but after fighting in the sudden sandstorm, he got lost...

Noel aimlessly dragged his halberd and rode his horse across the desert.

'Ugh...so boring.'

To be honest, he wasn't in any danger; no one could kill him anyway. He could just wait for the sandstorm to clear and then slowly find his way back by following the celestial signs. It was just incredibly boring.

Knowing that she wasn't suited for such a complicated mission, Noel would have preferred to simply accept the order and eliminate the attacking enemy generals one by one—that would have been more in line with her style.

However, given the urgency of the situation and the lack of manpower, Noel had no choice but to obey the orders of Rigel, who had become the temporary commander.

(Ah, thinking of Brother Rigel, that scene just now really made my heart pound.) Noelle's face flushed slightly. After all, it was the first time she had directly played with fire with the men of the Howling Wolves. Even though it was a planned move, it was actually a Pyrrhic victory.

(...I'm not skilled enough yet. Actively rubbing against Brother Rigel's body like that is getting a little exciting... But seeing that usually smug, clever, and charming man so flustered makes it worth it... But I still need to control myself. If I just make him comfortable, I won't see anything more interesting...)

This carefree girlish thought was completely out of place in the grim desert.

But after a moment, Noelle couldn't relax like that anymore.

Suddenly, shouts of battle grew louder as they approached. Noelle was startled, only then remembering the simple fact that even if she was lost, she couldn't have strayed too far from the battlefield, and now, she was probably surrounded by the enemy!

He immediately spurred his horse forward, but it was too late—

several riders brushed past him, and Noelle reflexively swept her halberd, one of them falling from his horse.

The other riders, recognizing Noelle, were terrified and fled in all directions, shouting.

...

Then, Noelle understood what they had been doing.

Call for reinforcements.

"--Take this!"

Suddenly, a rider and a man charged out from the sandstorm. Noelle casually swung her halberd, which nearly slipped from her grasp. (What...such strength! Couldn't she handle it without increasing her energy output?) Noelle was startled. Looking closer, she saw the opponent in silver helmet and armor; both the horse and the rider were exceptionally valiant. Clearly, he was the enemy's commander. Her heart sank, and she swung her massive weapon to knock him away.

...(Huh??)

But the opponent dodged like a circus performer on horseback, and the silver spear struck her abdomen without her noticing. With a muffled groan, Noelle was knocked off her horse.

She looked up, only to find a spear tip pressed against her throat…

“Uh… Am I really that bad… No, why is my body so much heavier than before… Ah, I’m so clumsy--”

Noelle only now realized that after transforming into the body of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, she hadn’t been able to remember her body size and balance at all. So now, apart from her superhuman strength, she was truly useless.

“Is this the level of the lord of the Howling Wolf Clan, with such embarrassing horsemanship?” A loud voice rang out.

Noelle dusted herself off and calmly got up. A handsome rider, his eyes sharp as lightning, looked down from his white horse, spear in hand.

When he saw the girl on the ground, the rider’s expression changed slightly.

His gaze fixed on her, and he remained silent for a moment.

“…Excuse me, I’m not the lord, just a girl.” “That’s too modest. Noelle, known as the Silver-Haired Witch, daughter of Duger, you must be it.” “

It’s me.” "So you are... the prince of the white horse?"

This handsome general in white riding a white horse could only be the commander of the White Horse Legion. But Noel couldn't resist teasing him

. "Hehe... if that's what you think, that's fine too. But first, you'll have to surrender obediently, little girl of the Howling Wolf family."

...

And so, Noel was bound hand and foot by the general's men, carried on horseback, and taken back to the White Horse Legion's camp as a trophy.

...

...

Several hours later, the silver-armored general finally arrived at the main tent.

Removing his helmet, beneath his distinctive dark red hair was the face of a young man. Noel scrutinized him closely; the man's cold and heroic features exuded an extraordinary air.

(If this person is the commander of the White Horse Battle Group, then he is obviously the successor of that old leader Tengger… probably his son. He seems to be no ordinary person.) On the other hand, Noel was simply tied up with ropes and placed on a chair. For several hours, she sat there without any treatment, and no one came to speak to her, which made Noel very annoyed.

However, Noel's stomach was empty, and she didn't want to waste the effort of struggling to escape. It seemed that her subordinates had been instructed from the beginning to hand her over to their commander for disposal. So she simply waited for the handsome commander to return.

"You haven't introduced yourself yet, my apologies. I am Qiuger, the son of Tengger, the leader of the White Horse Battle Group. The one who will ultimately rule this desert."

The man stood before Noel, slightly raising his chin, declaring with an arrogant gaze.

"…Tell me, how should I deal with you?" "...Miss Noelle, the Witch of Howling Wolves..." Noelle remained silent, simply gazing at him as if trying to see right through his soul.

The man showed no sign of backing down, returning her gaze with a piercing intensity.

(Hmm...a powerful soul, not someone easily fooled.) Thinking this, Noelle gave up and looked away.

However, a rich aura enveloped her mind... (...What is this??)

Surprised by the strange 'aura,' Noelle sensed it herself and became certain it was the desire emanating from the man opposite her.

(...So that's it. He seems so handsome and composed, yet he already has feelings for me. He's a true man.)

But an interesting idea formed in her mind.

"Hey...aren't you going to untie the lady first?" "

I could. But I've heard that silver-haired witches have many tricks up their sleeves, and their superhuman strength is invincible. Tell me...should I release you?"

The man asked with a slight smile, as if teasing a young girl.

Noelle smiled slyly, "...I was just defeated by you...but you're waiting to use some weird trick to ambush me. At this close range, you have no chance of winning. So, it's better not to untie me..." "...Hahahaha!!"

Chougher laughed heartily, instead reaching out to untie Noelle.

Noelle was taken aback by this reaction.

However, once untied, the girl's body instantly closed in on the man, flashing behind him, trying to grab his throat from behind with her arm. Wearing only ordinary leather armor, the dagger inside having already been confiscated during a search, Noelle's only weapons were her own body and superhuman strength.

"Oh! Miss, you really aren't polite."

"Huh??" The

man seemed prepared, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. With a swift sidestep, his strange technique caught Noelle off guard, causing her to flinch and fall to the ground before she could even react. The girl's hand missed its mark, and instead, her arm was grabbed, instantly throwing her off balance. She landed awkwardly in front of the man, who casually lifted her up and pinned her to the ground. One of his hands was crossed behind her back, while his other hand gripped her neck, and his much stronger legs held her firmly in place. The man then half-collapsed onto the fur carpet of the tent, while Noelle lay humiliated in his arms, completely restrained.

Noelle knew that in terms of strength, she shouldn't have lost to the man.

While his fighting skills were exquisite, her terrifying strength alone should have been enough to break free… that was how it should have been.

But as soon as Noelle entered the man's embrace, she realized that he too had long since reached the legendary rank. While she didn't know how his combat skills compared to those of Duger and Shagar, who had become legendary warriors many years ago, this man was undoubtedly a being far superior to ordinary humans in both strength and technique.

His strength was also no less than her own at her usual level.

And even if she used all her strength, she might not be able to break through his fixed techniques, and she would be completely at his mercy afterward—which was utterly pointless.

After all, she hadn't intended to defeat this man through brute force; there was no benefit in it.

"Hmm--Ah~~"

Noel, who was instantly defeated, let out a slight cry of surprise, but the end of her voice became unexpectedly charming. She stopped abruptly, feeling a little uncomfortable,

but the man stopped her mid-sentence and chuckled, "How is it, howling wolf witch, did your little trick work?" "It didn't work... Lord Queger lives up to his reputation, I lost." "...But, Lord Queger has time to play wrestling games with me here... I guess today's attack didn't have any special results."

"...What?" The man's smugness suddenly faltered.

"...It's nothing, just consider it the witch's clairvoyance~ But judging from the past short time, if you had defeated our Howling Wolf garrison, you should be celebrating on our territory by now. Instead, you've returned to your tent to play such a shameful game with my daughter. Perhaps you can only get something from me..." "...With Duger gone, what makes you think your remaining forces can get away with this?" "Noel, I know Duger's left-hand man—that Rigel—very well. While not an unparalleled warrior, he's always been shrewd, steady, and meticulous in his strategies and defenses. If you haven't made proper preparations and are merely trying to disrupt us with a surprise attack to find a weakness and break through, it might be difficult to succeed from the start... If I'm not mistaken, you probably don't have any other special Sengoku this time besides me." "

..."

"And yet, what you've done is essentially a silent, sudden stab in the back by the Howling Wolf Legion. If we can't quickly take our home base, your situation will be dire when Lord Dugger returns."

*Tch*

Suddenly, the man tightened his grip, pressing heavily on Noelle's neck. Noelle felt her breath catch, her head spin, and her body slumped softly. *Ah* She let out a soft sigh. This…it actually feels quite comfortable… "What are you thinking, so arrogant? Don't forget you're just a piece of meat in my hands. Now that you're in my grasp, why don't you obediently beg for leniency? What are you thinking, you little bitch?" "…Hehe, Noelle, I'm your most important bargaining chip now. What are you worried about? Besides, aren't you the one asking me how to deal with me? I—" The man impatiently tightened his grip again.

A surge of frenzied desire rose, forming a mist that enveloped Noelle, making her dizzy with its stench

. (A desire to humiliate me, to make me suffer, to punish my foul mouth… to make me be properly dealt with, and then to obediently beg him… Heh, at this distance, such desire is so clearly expressed, this mist is truly interesting…)

Noelle was intoxicated, her body slightly struggling and twisting under the man's resentful suppression, slowly feeling a desire of her own making. (Being treated like this feels so good, being steamed by such naked desire feels so good.)

'Have you learned your lesson? If you want to speak to me, be more respectful. If your beautiful little mouth is too foul, don't blame me for gagging it.'

'…Hehe, I know. But if it's your [that], gagging my mouth is fine too.' 'What did you say?'

The man moved slightly beneath her. But his voice held more surprise.

"Lord Choger, don't misunderstand. Although you don't believe me, I'm on your side... I have an idea that can end this matter in the best way possible, as long as you listen to me." "Don't try to play tricks."

"Of course not. Lord Choger. I know what you're thinking. However, Noel, my thoughts are the same...

If you want to settle this matter, first... please make me your woman."...

...

What should have been a tense and solemn tent was now filled with the heavy breathing of a man and the delicate moans of a young girl on the camp bed.

Choger had succumbed to his desire. From the very beginning, seeing the girl fall beneath his invincible silver spear on the battlefield had inexplicably stirred his heartstrings.

The slender body of that girl, covered by silver-blue hair, was that of a female reaper wielding that terrifying halberd.

However, upon closer examination of the girl's appearance, he had never seen such a beautiful woman before. Such a contrast, such a wondrous encounter, so strange it seemed like myth and legend. Even the peerless knight who had roamed the desert for twenty years had never imagined that such a silver fairy, so incongruous with the desert landscape, would exist.

And now, she was in his hands.

His strong heart was inexplicably thrown into disarray by this little girl. And his failure to achieve his strategic objective was also easily confirmed by the girl's words.

Originally, his only remaining option was to use the girl as leverage to negotiate a good price with the Howling Wolf Legion, but now, he was bewitched.

"...Make Noelle your woman--"

These words drove the man's thoughts mad like an aphrodisiac. No matter how arrogant he was as the leader of the desert legion, now all he wanted was to violate this beautiful girl, make her accountable for her words, make her his woman... What else mattered!

The girl's wild leather armor was easily torn open by the man, the buttons popping off one after another.

What emerged was a dazzlingly white pigeon, completely out of place with the desert and fur.

A faint blush of blood tinged the snow-white maternal flesh. The delicate, pink nipples shyly revealed themselves to the man, their bashfulness mirroring the girl's pitiful, half-open eyes and turned-down face.

The man, unable to contain his thirst, bent down to suckle those goddess-like peaks.

"Ah—"

the girl couldn't suppress her reserve and let out a slightly hoarse moan.

The man felt a thrill of conquest, his lower body hardening even more.

...

The man frantically sucked on his own breasts. Noel felt

a ticklish, pleasurable sensation that melted her heart. Waves of intoxicating desire seemed to inhale into her lungs with the mist, infecting her as well, causing her lower body to throb and gushing forth.

"...Lord Qiuger, please give it to me." "

...What are you saying?"

The man, however, remained unhurried, savoring the girl's precious nipples, teasing them with his tongue until they stood erect in embarrassment, displaying his shamelessness. But he didn't respond to Noel's servile request, "I said, give it to me, Lord Choger's."

"What is it, and who is it for?"

"Meat, meat stick—my lord, come in, come in, Noel's, hole." "Is that so? Is it really okay? You are the daughter of Howling Wolf, and I am the leader of the White Horse. Why should I enter your cunt?"

The man's large hand, evilly placed on her entire forbidden territory, Noel felt a sudden wave of shame and trembling. Being completely controlled by the enemy, her lips and sensitive clitoris were being rubbed by the large hand without a trace of pity... Even more shamefully, her honey hole was flowing with water, becoming even more excited.

"...Because, because when Noel was defeated by Quegel, she fell in love with Lord Quegel at first sight. He was so incredibly powerful, and Noel only wanted to become Lord Quegel's woman... If Noel marries Lord Quegel, the White Horse and the Howling Wolf will be one family... Hehe, wouldn't that solve everything?" "Is that so...? That makes some sense. Then I'll reward you!" Noel felt the bullying pause, and opened her eyes to see the evil dragon rushing towards her jade gate. She covered her eyes with her hands,

"Ugh, ugh--------------"

Then, the moment it entered her, she seemed to be about to gush with excitement.

An unparalleled sense of fullness filled Noel's entire heart for the first time. Regardless of whether she was a mythical silver dragon before, this was the first time in her life she had been possessed by a man like this.

Regardless of her previous intentions, Noelle trembled with ecstasy, as if she were truly a virgin—no, in Qiugel's eyes, Noelle was a virgin. Even though she had been pierced by a spear, cleverly recreating her virginity was a simple matter for Noelle. The hymen specially made for Qiugel was easily breached by the peerless dragon, and the man felt a satisfied sense of accomplishment from complete possession and conquest. He couldn't help but embrace the moaning, weeping girl beneath him, frantically sucking her sweet nectar.

Noelle felt dizzy, simultaneously possessed and filled by the man, a massive surge of desire flooding her senses, making her feel like she was floating on air. Her body seemed to shimmer, emitting an aphrodisiac aura unbeknownst to the man, making him even more infatuated with the beautiful girl he had just possessed.

This infatuation manifested in the thrusting.

The powerful manipulation and thrusting caused Noelle's newly experienced vagina to overflow with white foam, leaving her completely disoriented. Noelle's face had long lost its composure. In the frenzied thrusting, her disoriented consciousness could only barely manage to make the girl appear dazed.

"Eh, hee hee hee, so good, ee-ya-----"

"Ee---so good, ah---so good" "

..."

The man, however, was not satisfied. He subtly changed the rhythm of his dragon's thrusts, alternating between deep and shallow, not easily allowing the girl to reach ultimate satisfaction.

Even, with a mischievous thought, he wickedly changed to only lightly nibbling, rubbing the girl's tender lips and clitoris, refusing to penetrate to the core, making the girl unbearably uncomfortable.

Then, with an evil smile, he whispered in the dazed girl's ear,

"You little slut...don't think you can play me for fools. Why should I marry you? I'll just play you to pieces like this, then send you back to your hometown, let them see how their jewel becomes a worn-out shoe, isn't that better?" "

...Huh? What?" "How could you do this..."

Upon hearing this, the girl seemed to panic, her eyes regaining some clarity, her soft moans turning into anxious sobs, but the walls of her lower body suddenly tightened their grip. The man chuckled wickedly, savoring the girl's pitiful and adorable reaction. He, in turn, enjoyed the dutiful sucking and service of her virgin orifice, as if he were ascending to heaven.

However, the frantic sucking of his penis was also an extremely stimulating and pleasurable experience for the girl herself. Before long, the girl's eyes were filled with intense desire again.

"...Ah--ah--ah, Lord Qiuger----so bad--so bad--" "...Noel, I lost, Noel didn't expect this------" "...You little vixen, you must have some scheme in mind...but if you don't become a slut and beg Lord Qiuger, I won't give you anything, not even a penis." Saying this, Qiuger deliberately didn't penetrate the girl's depths, letting her anxiety accumulate.

" Waaaaahh

...

A muscular, naked man, pressing tightly against a slender, silver-haired girl; brown and snow-white, massive and delicate, violent and tender—a perfect, extreme contrast. "Ugh...ah ...

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