City of Desire

The biting wind lashed at everything like a whip, the world howling with a childlike shriek, swirling snowflakes dancing in the air.

But on this road, the resilient always managed to withstand it, many even venturing through the blizzard.

A soft, bright silver light, like a lamp, dispelled the wind, making the raging snowflakes as transparent as air. This incredibly simple magic was wielded by a twenty-five-year-old youth.

He held a slender, seemingly fragile sword in his right hand, its tip the source of light. He said affectionately to the girl beside him, "Anya, don't worry, we'll be at the next city to rest soon."

Anya was his younger sister, nineteen years old, her delicate face always carrying a touch of childlike innocence. A sky-blue dress, meticulously crafted by artisans, clung to her exquisite figure, making any man drool.

The reason An Situ had learned simple magic and swordsmanship was that he felt bringing his sister on this mission was a mistake, leaving home in Taiyuan.

But he was a good older brother, not yet—no! He would be a good older brother in the future!
Thinking of this, An Situ smiled at Anya, who returned a sweet smile and began to whine to her brother, "When we get to the next city-state, I want to eat the best food and stay in the best inn!"

...

Entering the city-state region, An Situ sheathed his sword. The city-states before him had strikingly different architectural styles, with towering obsidian towers particularly eye-catching. This city looked like a legendary ghost town, yet it was full of life.
Perhaps it was a city-state that relied on war for survival, but what did it have to do with them? An Situ led his sister forward.

The guards quickly stopped them; they were clearly well-trained, and after a thorough check, they let them through. The city gate opened to reveal a tin-roofed house covering a hundred square meters. An Situ sensed the magic within it.

"Young man, you should know that getting out won't be easy," a person wearing a white cloak and a hood muttered to himself.

An Situ gestured for Anya to wait, then walked to the white-robed man and took out a bag of gold coins: "Look..."
"I don't want money." The white-robed man pushed the bag away, then smiled: "Welcome to the City of Lust. Here you can do whatever you want, even kill. Leaving is simple; from the moment you stepped in, you were labeled."

An Situ quickly looked himself over, but there was no change. The white-robed man continued: "If you want to leave, conquer a hundred women, or the woman ranked number one on the list, and that little girl counts too. Once you've done all that, the two of you can leave." "

You..." An Situ drew his longsword, preparing to pierce the villain's heart.

Suddenly, the surrounding air became heavy, the magical energy capable of tearing An Situ to shreds in an instant: "Young man, this isn't your territory. Think about how you're going to survive today."

An Situ swallowed hard, finally slowly sheathing his sword, forcing a smile at Anya, and then receiving his label.

Hanging it around his neck, An Situ helped his sister hang it on her clothes as well. Anya was clearly dissatisfied with everything, but even more dissatisfied was that her brother had blindfolded her!

"Hey, hey!" Anya grabbed An Situ's hand with her slender, soft hand: "I'll tell Father when we get back and give you a good scolding! How dare you bully me!"

An Situ pulled her hand away; he had never been so harsh with Anya before: "Now listen to me!"

Soon, An Situ opened the door. Actually, the place looked quite nice, but there were hardly any people around, mostly fully armed guards.

After walking through the first street, An Situ immediately blushed. There were women openly sucking men's penises on the street!

There were also many men and women carrying others on their backs, dressed in tattered clothes, some even being used as mounts—it was utterly disgusting.

Seeing a notice board, An Situ roughly read the contents: this city-state still used currency, although your currency might have been stolen from someone else.

Below were even prices for male and female slaves. An Situ shuddered, glancing at Anya beside him. If she left him for even a minute, who knew what would happen!

An Situ knew he couldn't escape, but he also couldn't actually rape a hundred women. An Situ looked at a list…

Chapter One: Complete Victory. The fifth list listed the top five men and women. Very few men dared to challenge the men, and most women who did became slaves.

But… An Situ was worried about his sister. It was too chaotic here. Even in a comfortable inn, An Situ was still uneasy, but he couldn't just do nothing!

He led his sister for several hundred meters until they finally saw a more satisfactory inn. An Situ led his sister inside.

The interior was luxuriously decorated, with smooth marble floors covered by red carpets, various works of art hanging on the white walls, and the head of a deadly beast hanging above the large fireplace.

Directly opposite was a counter with seven staff members. Approaching the counter, one of the staff members politely said, "This place is designed to ensure safety. Please keep your ambitions to yourself; just don't damage the furniture in the room."
The security here was excellent, at least compared to the city of lust. An Situ had booked a large room for five days. Only after receiving the key did An Situ remove the blindfold from Anya's eyes.

"Wow! Brother, this place is amazing! When are we going to eat here?" Seeing his sister's delighted expression, An Situ really didn't want to dampen her spirits.

"Poor thing, she looks like she just arrived."

"Yeah, yeah, that girl looks only sixteen?"

"Such a good kid, what a waste to be here."

"Stop talking!"

An Situ glared at them fiercely. Anya was clearly still excited and hadn't heard the whispers.
"Hmm...you really can't go out." These were An Situ's first words as he closed the door. "It's dangerous outside. I'll bring the things back."

"I'm already..."

An Situ immediately interrupted Anya's argument, "I'm an adult! But you look like a child! Your appearance and behavior! You've been spoiled by me and your parents!"

An Situ left the room and locked the door with his key, thus locking Anya inside.
An Situ considered contacting his family, but that was simply a pipe dream. It was like having a priceless gem, but no one could afford it.

On the raging streets, An Situ tried to avoid the monsters, searching for a restaurant. He also looked at the ubiquitous bulletin boards.

They contained a lot of information, even treasure hunting quests to earn money, but if you exceeded the limits, the magic placed on you beforehand would kill you.

He found a restaurant, ordered a few dishes Anya liked, then some dishes he had never heard of, and finally a few desserts.

After waiting for about ten minutes, An Situ emerged from the restaurant carrying a large bag. He made his way back to the hotel without any trouble.

"An Ya?" An Situ called tentatively, but received only a silent reply: "It's ready! I've put the food on the table!"

The guest room had a small study, but the door was now tightly closed. An Situ arranged the food, took a deep breath of the aroma, and picked up his chopsticks.

The food during camping trips had been terrible; by the end, even the roasted game had run out of seasoning. Now… An Situ devoured his dinner in a flash, then lay contentedly on the soft bed.

An Situ glanced at the study, where there was a crack that immediately closed, as if it had never been opened at all. An Situ smiled, knowing that his sister's anger had subsided by half.

"Alright, alright, it was wrong of me to yell at you." An Situ sat up and looked at the study. "But it is indeed very, very dangerous here, so please listen to me, okay?"

Anya showed her slender arm and made a disdainful gesture before walking out.

"Alright, stop being childish. Anya, what I'm about to tell you..." An Situ didn't want to further anger his spoiled sister.

Anya chuckled, "I'm not angry, judging from your expression. But what's wrong here?"

An Situ didn't lie, but he didn't tell the whole story either: "It's chaotic here. You might see someone being dismembered if you look out the window. It's best to keep the curtains drawn, and..."

Anya blinked her big eyes, waiting for An Situ to continue. An Situ continued, "We can't leave. I have to do something before we can leave."

"Go find Father! How can there be a place like this on this main road? I'll have the army raze this place to the ground!" Anya angrily began eating the food in front of her.

"I'm sorry you've had to suffer these past few days. I have a few things to take care of." An Situ said, then began rummaging through his backpack for a dagger.

Anya put down her chopsticks, full of worry: "Isn't it dangerous outside?"

"We have to go home!" An Situ's tone was filled with anger, helplessness, and determination, which Anya had already caught.

"Is there anything I can do?" Anya asked, almost as if it were a pointless question.

An Situ shook his head and said nothing. After finding the dagger, he paused for a moment: "Of course, listen to me and protect yourself."

If anything really happened, how could Anya, who was powerless, protect herself? But he had to get out!
...

Eight people had already challenged the fifth-ranked person, and they had all become slaves. An Situ was confident that even if he couldn't win, he could escape.

After going through a series of procedures, An Situ saw his target. She wasn't beautiful, at least not compared to Anya, but she was still outstanding in appearance and had a perfect figure.

She didn't come alone. Judging from her clothes, she should be a mage. She was indeed of high rank, but why did she bring so many people with her?

"Another one looking for death!" The mage waved his hand, and the slaves immediately swarmed forward.

Their steps, eyes, and movements were all those of low-class brutes! An Situ drew his sword and thrust at one of them, who actually stupidly used his fist to meet the attack.

Suddenly, golden light enveloped the fist, blocking the attack. Then everyone began to be strengthened by magic.

Enveloped in golden light, the people mindlessly charged towards An Situ. An Situ, not to be outdone, skillfully maneuvered through the crowd, utilizing her superior strength.

She was relentlessly draining the mage's magic, and before she could even catch her breath, it was practically a form of entertainment.

Finding an opening, An Situ leaped backward, sweeping her sword to force back the crowd. Her lips trembled as she chanted an incantation, using magic to tense her leg muscles, she soared into the air, flying directly over the crowd to the mage's side.
An Situ could see she was very weak; mages need mental energy to cast spells, and a powerful mage could go ten days without sleep.

An Situ clung to the mage like a leech, finally shattering her shield with a single sword strike, followed by a punch that knocked her to the ground.

The fifth-ranked mage's strength was nothing special, posing no challenge whatsoever. An Situ squatted beside the mage, looking at her deathly pale face: "Hand over your money, I want half."

"I'll give you 90% if you take me to safety." The mage had already taken out his bag of gold coins.

An Situ took half, then gave the other half to her: "The reward is tempting, but I have many things to do."

An Situ walked two meters, and the men immediately surrounded her. An Situ naturally knew what they wanted to do, but she didn't turn back or stop.

A group of men pushed her to the ground and began tearing at her clothes. They roughly rubbed her breasts, and before she could say anything, someone's tongue was already in her mouth.

Humiliation brought tears to her eyes. Her pants were torn in several places, but they eventually pulled them off.

She immediately tried to futilely tighten her snow-white thighs, but this only fueled their frenzy. They each spread one leg open, and one of them licked her through her white panties.

She writhed, gasping for breath, trying to stifle her cries. She pleaded with An Situ, "Please save me! I'll do anything you want, I'm still a virgin, I won't..."
Suddenly, two hands gripped her nipples, causing her to groan softly. Her lower body trembled, but quickly stopped. She collapsed weakly to the ground, awaiting their further humiliation.

"Virgin? The biggest one, give her something exciting!" They not only wanted to gang rape her, but also inflict pain, so they prepared to get straight to the point.

When she saw the penis, twice the size of an average man's, fear made her move backward, but these were futile struggles.

The last piece of clothing on her body was ripped off, leaving only the sleeves on her arms. Her white panties were soaked with saliva and vaginal fluid, her labia barely visible beneath.

The man sat on the ground with his legs spread apart. She was forcibly pried open, and several men pulled her legs up. The man on the ground grabbed her snow-white thighs, his penis rubbing back and forth through her panties.

He whispered in her ear, his hot breath making her neck shrink to the left: "Look down at yourself, my master."

Suddenly, someone suggested, "Boss, I think we should get a mirror so she can see it with her own eyes."
"Good! Whoever came up with this idea! You're second!" He then waved for them to buy a mirror, obviously a very large one.

The man pulled her panties down to her knees and rubbed his glans back and forth against her labia. She kept her head tilted back, not wanting to see herself being violated in such a humiliating position.

The mirror was brought over, and her penis was already soaked with vaginal fluid. She was forced to look in the mirror, displayed in a humiliating position to everyone and to herself.

She looked at her naked body, her lower body rubbing against her, dripping with lustful fluid, her breasts flushed, her nipples erect. She wanted to close her eyes or turn away, but she couldn't.

The glans parted her labia, slowly sliding in, or rather, looking for an opportunity to thrust directly into her tight flesh.

"Stop!" An Situ pushed through the crowd, his sword pointed at the genitals of the two naked men and women.
With the sharp sword pointed at his genitals, the man was almost immediately terrified, throwing the woman heavily to the ground.

The leader of these people clearly knew they couldn't afford to offend An Situ, but they didn't want to give up easily either: "I know you want her, but let us first..."

"It's me!" An Situ punched the man in the chest: "Disappear right now."
After everyone dispersed, An Situ threw her a pair of ripped pants: "I'll take you to your clothing store later. And are you really a virgin?"

She thought An Situ was going to do *that* to her, but it was much better than being raped by a group of people. But actually, An Situ had no intention of doing that. She bit her lip and nodded.

An Situ first explained his identity outside, but after revealing his name, she was completely shocked: "You are... the son of King Tarian Jasonlow! What are you doing here?"

"My family was on a mission, and I ended up here by chance. Judging from your appearance, you should be of East Asian descent." Black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin—if such fair skin could be considered yellow.

An Situ only spoke to her without looking at her; after all, he was still a young man full of vigor. After changing into more presentable clothes, An Situ told her the purpose of saving her.

"Although I saved you, you'd better not anger me. Even if you slap me, I won't be angry. You know you're a smart person," An Situ said in a threatening tone.

Reaching the inn's door, An Situ noticed the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, so he coughed lightly and asked, "And what's your name? I feel that East Asian names sound strange, but simple, hmm?"

"Fang Yixue," Fang Yixue answered softly.

"Okay, okay, actually I'm not as fierce as I look. I just suddenly came here, and I have someone to protect, you know." An Situ sighed. "Of course, I just don't want to use a brooding person to keep my sister company, but I want you to know that I'm not a tyrant here, at least not yet."

This was a double entendre, and Fang Yixue, being smart, nodded without saying anything.

...

"Girls, come and have dinner!" An Situ was very happy to see Anya and Fang Yixue chatting so harmoniously; this was the first decent smile his sister had shown while locked up here.

(I'm about to have sex, but the protagonist interrupts me. Are you going to scold me? Hehehe. I promised that the second chapter would start with sex, and the budget is that the third chapter will basically be sex. The fourth chapter probably won't have any sex at all. Since it's a silly and cute story, I need to consider how to write it, so the updates will be slower. Please forgive me.)

Chapter 2: Lolicon

(This chapter might be a bit messy, mainly to lay the groundwork for later and introduce a few new characters)

Night was approaching, and I thought I'd find a cheaper hotel to stay in, since this was the closest one to us.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, An Situ frowned at the damp and foul-smelling interior and inquired about the price.

It was surprisingly cheap; walking up the stairs, An Situ felt that five or six people might collapse on top of it, making the room barely acceptable.

"Bang bang bang!" An Situ put down his luggage, responded, and went to open the door.

Standing in the doorway was a scantily clad woman holding a small notebook: "Please choose a female slave to buy."

"No need." An Situ was disgusted by this sales tactic and prepared to close the door.

The woman pressed down on An Situ's hand: "Nobody stays here. If you don't follow the rules, please leave."

An Situ was used to this kind of physical contact, so this didn't faze him at all: "I don't know, and unless you can knock me to the floor and throw me out, I'll stay here."
No longer holding back, An Situ pulled the woman's hand away and slammed the door shut. An Situ almost immediately prepared for battle.

A few minutes later, the knocking sounded again.

An Situ gripped the dagger at his waist, responded, and slowly walked to the door. He wondered what kind of enemy was on the other side and how to deal with them. A few seconds later, he turned the doorknob and opened the door almost instantaneously.

At the same time, the gleaming dagger was raised high in his hand, ready to parry or attack at any moment. But An Situ paused. It was the same woman.

She held a glass of juice, looking at An Situ with a mixture of confusion and fear, hesitant and timid. Then, as if summoning immense courage, she stepped into the room.

An Situ cautiously took the juice, glancing at the door to make sure no one was there before feeling slightly relieved. Only then did he notice that the woman had closed the door.

An Situ was about to reprimand her and kick her out: "Hey! Is this how you provide service? This…"

The woman suddenly pressed close to An Situ. His first reaction was to attack, but his skin wasn't pierced; he was actually unharmed.

An Situ took a step back, about to say something, but the woman leaned closer again. An Situ continued to back away until his back hit the door.

With the woman so close, her soft, firm breasts pressed against his body, An Situ prepared to stop her.

Suddenly, the woman wrapped her arms around An Situ's neck, looking into his eyes. An Situ felt his face burning; he could see his own face turning red. Startled, An Situ pushed the woman away like a shy young girl.

The woman chuckled and left without looking back. Reaching the counter, she knocked on it: "He's just a pretentious brat trying to act mature. You can force him."

The man, who was dozing, nodded, then waved and mumbled, "Ah Biao, come out and work! Number 2010. If the money's small, take it all."

He then succumbed to exhaustion again. After taking the man named Ah Biao away, the woman went behind the counter and leaned on the man's back, her voice seductive: "Who were you with yesterday? You look so listless. I'm short of money again."

The man remained uninterested, turned around, and waved his hand: "Forget it today. I'll give you that kid's money later, consider it a gift. Let me sleep for a bit."

The woman sat on the man's lap with her legs spread, reaching into his pants and stroking his genitals: "Let Ah Biao handle it later. I really am short of money."

...

An Situ brandished his dagger, forcing him back before creating distance and drawing his longsword. In a flash, An Situ unleashed tremendous power in his arms, his right leg shattering the wooden floor as he sped away.

The longsword clashed with the dagger, cracking it rapidly before shattering it into pieces with a groan.

Then came a common assassin technique: stabilizing himself with his left foot, he swept his right leg across A Biao's knee, taking a step forward and delivering a powerful hook punch to the abdomen.

An Situ's right foot had barely touched the ground when he withdrew, then ghost-like stalked behind the man, unleashing a double punch that instantly bent A Biao's knee.

An Situ feigned a press on his back, then leaped, somersaulting and changing direction in mid-air, landing perfectly. A Biao knelt on the ground, clutching his abdomen, his head almost hitting the ground.

So cool! An Situ even began to admire the assassin profession at that moment. In the blink of an eye, An Situ prepared to interrogate A Biao. "

...

Mmm, ah!" The woman trembled as the sudden thrust penetrated her deeply.

The man kneaded her breasts, occasionally flicking her nipples, but his lower body remained still.

The woman wrapped her legs around the man's waist, stroking his broad back with her hands: "Move, mmm...
don't pinch, mmm...you..."

The man occasionally pinched her nipples hard, or thrust violently into her still not fully wet vagina, making her unable to utter a word.

"I want a room." Suddenly, someone knocked on the counter, the voice calm yet cold, unfazed by what they saw.

The man said irritably that he was closing the door, then vented his anger directly on the woman, biting hard on her purplish-red nipples, thrusting forcefully with his lower body, causing the woman to moan repeatedly.

"Mmm, mmm, you...mmm...someone...mmm, ah!" The woman held the man's head, stretching her neck back, breathing heavily and softly.

The man knocked on the counter again: "I need a room."

The man ignored the words, his lower body continuing to thrust rapidly. He moved his mouth close to the woman's ear and breathed, "Let others see how wanton you are."

He stimulated her ear with his tongue, then, while thrusting, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, making her moans even louder.

"I said I wanted a room, I don't want to say it anymore."

The woman's lower body made squelching sounds, her body trembling slightly with excitement. Her hands kneaded her breasts, completely forgetting there was an "audience" in front of her, utterly immersed in pleasure: "Mmm...faster...mmm...
and...mmm...I'm feeling it!"

This time, the sound of banging on the counter was even louder: "One last time, I want a room."

His voice was cold and calm, but it sent chills down one's spine. Of course, for the passionate couple, this voice came from a thousand miles away. What was he saying?

The woman's full breasts swayed with the man's movements. The man slowed his thrusting, preparing to change positions, and picked up the woman.

The woman cooperated by tightening her legs around the man's waist, then hugged him. The two kissed passionately, exchanging saliva.

Just as the two were lost in the throes of sex, the man suddenly released his grip, collapsing to his knees before withdrawing his penis. A bloody hole appeared on the left side of his neck.

The woman was startled by this sudden turn of events and immediately pushed the corpse aside, trying to keep her distance from the man—no, the man's corpse—who had just been making love with her.

Only then did she look at the man behind the counter. He was dressed as an assassin, the distinctive hood obscuring only half her face. He was wiping blood from his hidden blade with a rag.

"I apologize for interrupting your transaction. I need a room now, and you can pay the fine if the authorities come. This is my payment." With that, the man tossed several diamond-encrusted coins onto the table.

The woman stood up tremblingly, finding her legs weak from the afterglow of sex and from fear.

Having finished, the woman sat down in a chair, wiping the blood and some vaginal fluid from her body with a tissue, and then found some clothes.

"Hey!" An Situ threw A Biao to the ground. "I've taken care of him. I hope you won't bother me."

Nobody here? An Situ shrugged and went straight back to his room.

...

In a central location of the City of Lust, in a three-story house with ornate tiled roofs, the curtains of the bedroom on the third floor were tightly drawn.

"Damn it! You bastard! Come and fight me one-on-one if you dare!" The young man tried to break free from the ropes binding him, but the ropes remained tightly bound, showing no sign of loosening, like...

"like a little mouth sucking on my glans!" A fat man had a girl of only seventeen or eighteen years old pinned beneath him, her vulva overflowing with her pure testament.

The ropes bound his body like pythons, making him feel desperate and suffocated. He roared, kicking his legs frantically at the floor, but could only watch with wide, angry eyes as his sister was violated.

The girl was soaked with sweat, some of her own and others'. Each thrust made her tremble, her bound hands clenched into fists of humiliation and pain.

After a few forceful thrusts, the obese man ejaculated into the girl's body and withdrew his penis with satisfaction.

"You! I'm going to kill you!" the man roared, wanting to drink the blood of the beast before him dry. "Not now, not tomorrow, but later I'll make you wish you were dead."

The obese man fondled the girl's face. "Not now, maybe tomorrow, maybe you won't even want to later."

The man pinched the girl's chin, kissed her forcefully, and whispered in her ear, "Remember these few times, you're so good, maybe ten times in a row, it'll all be thanks to your brother."

The girl shook her head in terror, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. The man's hand moved to her clitoris and teased it.

The girl arched her back, completing a beautiful and alluring curve. After her orgasm, the girl collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily.

But this only lasted a dozen seconds. Suddenly, she gasped, letting out a painful groan amidst the squelching and slapping sounds…

…

The obese man finally stopped his brutality: “I always keep my word. Now I need to rest. I might not enjoy your sister for the rest of the month.” The obese man wiped away the last bit of semen: “Of course! Only for one month!” Then he slapped the girl’s swollen vulva.

The girl’s mind was blank; she seemed to be on the verge of death. She only knew that she was in great pain; everything else… was blank.

“Hmm… Although you just enjoyed it, I will respect your wishes,” said a slender woman. She was around thirty years old, but her face and figure were impeccable. With her blonde hair and white dress, she was as captivating as an ice queen. “Outside, she should be the daughter of a powerful family, around twenty years old.” “Twenty
? That’s barely acceptable. Is she a virgin?” Actually, he cared a lot about age and whether she was still a virgin. Even if her face and figure were a little lacking, it wouldn’t matter, but coming from a powerful family should be good enough.
"She should be a virgin, no magical image data." The woman continued reporting, "What do you mean?"
The obese man waved his hand, "Alright, alright, we'll do the dressing up later. You look, well... you are indeed much younger than other women, but still too 'old.' So I think you should find a suitable person to be my assistant, perhaps..."

The obese man's eyes immediately flashed with expectant light, "Now take your salary for this year and next year and get out! I've really had enough of you, you old woman!"

In the bedroom, the man had already shouted until his voice was hoarse. He was painfully pricking himself with needles, watching his sister gasp for breath like a fish out of water, completely naked.

Bang! The obese man pushed open the door, looking at the man in the corner with a kind smile, as if he had come to save them: "Now your sister has been promoted."

Chapter 3: Resurrection In the morning, An Situ practiced magic and swordsmanship as usual. Magic was just for consolidation, but swordsmanship was what An Situ valued most.

No one knows the limits of human physical strength, but Ansitu understands that his family, and even other families, possess unique lineages, with physical strength surpassing that of ordinary people being a given.

Ansitu's family possesses a power, vaguely described, sometimes summarized in a single sentence: "Light originates from darkness, and darkness gives rise to light."

This power is somewhat similar to that of paladins—a healing power and an inexhaustible source of strength, derived from bloodline and faith.

Ansitu vaguely remembers practicing with an old man with a wooden sword as a child, then with paladins, and occasionally learning assassin swordsmanship for about three years afterward.

The fundamentals, fighting with faith, and how to win a battle by any means—these still benefit Ansitu greatly.

On his way to the restaurant, Ansitu saw an assassin, clad in raven-black leather, with a hood he almost never removed…

In his memory, assassins were white; the deceased assassin said all assassins were like that, dressed in white cloth, with a red, waist-length cloak draped over their left shoulder… very bright, unlike an assassin.

After thinking it over, An Situ went to the restaurant from yesterday, ate breakfast, looked at the sky, and realized that people were probably still asleep. An Situ decided to check the list first.

It was like a duel, mostly gloomy, except for the top spot on the male leaderboard. An Situ decided to explore the area.

The heart of the City of Desire.

"No, no, no!" The man stared at his sister, his eyes burning with rage and the demon within him: "Not today! Not tomorrow! No matter the cost, I will kill him!"

His sister collapsed into her brother's arms, sobbing: "Please don't be like this! We can't do it! We both..."

"We both have to live!" The brother, almost heartbroken, held his sister: "You and I, we both have to get out of here alive. I'm sorry... I... I can't... I can't..."

He wiped away his tears, patting his sister's back: "Alright, alright, I'll try to find a good way. You've suffered."

How he longed to collapse into someone else's arms in anguish, how he longed to exchange his life for that villain's!
But his sister only had him left. But...

it was almost noon when An Situ, carrying food, knocked on the door of the inn where Anna was staying. Fang Yixue opened the door; his sister was still asleep.

After preparing, An Situ and Fang Yixue sat down side by side. An Situ picked up a pastry and asked, "What kind of magic do you know?"
Fang Yixue put down her chopsticks and held up two fingers: "Support magic and lightning magic."

A perfectly normal mage, An Situ wasn't too concerned about that: "So, can a support spell that bursts instantly be sustained for a long time?"

Fang Yixue thought for a moment, then adorably frowned: "Burst? Support magic has that?"
An Situ swallowed the pastry and leaned back on the sofa: "I'll give you a performance at the arena later. You eat first, just answer a few questions for me."

Fang Yixue ate a few bites, then looked back at An Situ, then looked back at him again after a few more bites, repeating this four times.

"Hahaha!" An Situ laughed unrestrainedly: "Alright, alright, ask me after you finish eating! I'm not that scary, so far you've done well."

An Situ listened to Fang Yixue's opinion; his chances of winning against the number one were only 30%. Although eager to succeed, An Situ remained relatively calm.

Ansto had booked a very small stage in the arena. Seeing that the two were not dueling, the audience went to watch from other arenas.

An Situ demonstrated his seven so-called burst-type auxiliary spells. After watching, Fang Yixue
clicked her tongue in amazement: "This is incredible! Auxiliary spells can't be injected into the human body, and it's practically impossible with all magic!" An Situ sheathed his sword, looking at Fang Yixue with a puzzled expression, waiting for her explanation. Fang Yixue recalled her knowledge and then vaguely explained: "Hmm, I remember reading about it in a book somewhere. It's a kind of sublimation of the human body…
instantaneous absorption and release of magical energy, then used for an instantaneous burst… and, and what?"
Fang Yixue shook her head and casually ran her fingers through her hair: "Anyway, my ancestral bloodline is very good; I can be considered a waveless mage." Seeing An Situ's puzzled expression, Fang Yixue simplified: "It means others can't tell you can use magic, but with skillful use, you can achieve the desired effect."

When encountering an enemy with impenetrable defenses, An Situ's instantaneous burst couldn't break through the defenses…
"Wow! He's here! He's here!" A woman dressed as a maid shouted in disbelief.

It was the assassin! An Situ immediately left the arena, ignoring Fang Yixue's calls, and went straight to the audience seats.

His opponent was also an assassin, dressed like the female assassin he remembered, but clearly adorned with jewels and gold embroidery.

"Wow! So cool! But it's never as clean as I want to see!" the maid exclaimed excitedly.

"Hey!" the man next to him nudged her with his elbow. "Just because you're my equal doesn't mean you're my family. Don't embarrass yourself here!"

The maid immediately leaned on the man's shoulder, blushing and rubbing against his strong shoulder like a cat. "You're embarrassing yourself in bed too."

An Situ ignored their teasing. But could love really be found here? Right, that so-called master-servant relationship between the man and woman from before.

Suddenly, the fight began. Fang Yixue arrived late; An Situ had already saved her a seat, regardless of whether she wanted to watch or not.

An Situ simply filtered out the surrounding noise and watched the match.

Their longswords clashed, seemingly exchanging a word. Suddenly, the female assassin's hidden blade slid out, and the male assassin leaped back, deflecting her opponent's blade with terrifying speed.

The difference in skill was immense, yet after exchanging words, the female assassin launched an attack. Her speed and explosive power were so great that even An Situ couldn't see her; a simple combo could kill her instantly.

The male assassin's hidden blade popped out, his serpentine arm flashing past in a blur, snapping the female assassin's half-thrust blade in two.

An Situ gasped. This was just a basic move; if she moved—no! Just standing there, the female assassin would be sent to hell in a second.

After exchanging a few words, the male assassin flew into a rage, his short sword aimed directly at the female assassin's throat. An assassin pulled an axe from her sleeve, immediately parrying, narrowly avoiding having her throat pierced.

The short sword immediately changed trajectory and slashed forward. The female assassin lowered her body to move, but the male assassin knocked the axe away with his left hand and, with his right hand, released the short sword and pinned down the female assassin who was about to move.

With a graceful back roll, he caught the axe precisely in mid-air. The female assassin was too slow; by the time she reacted, the axe had already deeply penetrated her shoulder.

An Situ remembered to strike unexpectedly, using a hidden blade or catching a weapon, forcing the enemy to bend over while simultaneously piercing their intestines with the blade.

The cloak behind the assassin wasn't for showing off, except for the red cloak on his left shoulder, but this fight wasn't anything special.

"Hmm? You're not a maid? Then who are you to him?" the maid pointed at An Situ.
An Situ also turned his head. Fang Yixue was actually chatting with her. An Situ almost said, "My sister's friend."

"Sister! Wow! Is she the same age as me?" the maid asked curiously.

The maid's mistress smiled at Anstu. She was a few years older than him, but her full head of silver hair and deep eyes made her look older.

"Hello, my name is Snook Waldson. I came here a year ago," Waldson said, extending his hand.
Anstu shook his hand. "Anstu Jason Lowe, you came here a few days ago."

"Jason Lowe…" Waldson thought for a long time, then widened his eyes in disbelief, shaking Anstu's arm vigorously. "I've been to your city! To attend my brother's paladin ceremony!"

Anstu and Waldson chatted amiably, and the four of them went to a restaurant near the city center.
After a few rounds of drinks, Waldson and Anstu were both fine, but Enid, who had only come to try it out, was completely drunk.

"Excuse my bluntness, but this place is incredibly chaotic." He glanced at Enid beside him. "When I rescued her, she was already... you know, but in the end, we still... fell in love. It's unbelievable, I still find it unbelievable."

Waldson took a sip of his strong liquor and continued, "You need to be careful. There's a powerful figure around here who focuses on girls under twenty, and of course, he'll take any woman he finds."

Girls and women... Anstu felt there were a few girls here? As far as he knew, there were two, and perhaps another one had been tricked into coming here.

"To be honest, after experiencing all this, I think, I want to crush this power. It's dark here, but here, things that can be called cruel..." Waldson looked sadly at Enid, who was babbling incoherently. "I think..."

Ansitu, a sensible man, simply shook his head. "You've got what you wanted. I don't want to take risks, as you said, but we're isolated. I can be injured, but! I have a sister here, in the City of Lust!"

"In the City of Lust, there's only darkness!" A discordant, low, and loud voice startled everyone.
Lying at the door of the private room was the body of a scantily clad waiter—the assassin! Was he haunting him?
The assassin chuckled, everyone staring at him. Ansitu desperately wished light could shine through the hood and reveal his face.

The assassin was at the door. Ansitu almost drew his sword and lunged forward, but suddenly the assassin removed his hood. Ansitu was speechless; time seemed to freeze.

Ansitu felt as if he had been dragged back many years, to the time when the assassin, gravely ill, was dead! There was even a tombstone, and there was that strange yet familiar face!

"You...you're still alive!" An Situ stammered after a long while.

Chapter Four: The Blood of the Elf "Of course." He pulled his hood up again. "I heard your conversation."

Everyone looked at Ansitu, who nodded after a long pause, then asked, "How... I mean, why back then?"

He stroked his bearded chin, then turned to Waldson. "Good, tell me why you saved her, and why you had that thought just now?"

Waldson looked at Ansitu, who looked helpless. Waldson then looked at Enid with a lingering gaze. "Besides fighting, I've interacted with many people here. I saw Enid, and because she's not much older than me, and has an outstanding presence and appearance, I took a few extra glances. Then I passed by Sije's room and heard..."

"Ansitu." He sat down in an empty chair. "You're cautious, but cautious in the wrong place. You'll harm her."

Ansitu frowned slightly, but he knew it, and he couldn't change it. "Sacrifice? I mean, what's your real name?"

"That's fine as a name." The ritual carefully examined everyone in the room. "Anstu, your father believed his daughter needed protection, and so do you. But Anstu, without your daily bruises, you're the weakest here now."

Everyone was surprised. The three of them looked at Enid simultaneously. The ritual slapped the table. "Enid? Looks like she's asleep. Everyone has their strengths. She's young and looks frail, but she's skilled with archery and firearms."

The ritual's words were loaded with meaning. "Anstu, if you were always six years old, how would you feel when your father left?"

Anstu looked down at the floor, his eyes flashing with confusion and urgency. The ritual then offered his final advice: "Your father once said that one grows through adversity. Without experiencing adversity and losing one's fortress… one will drift with the tide!"

Looking at the pensive Anstu, the ritual pulled Waldson aside. "I've been watching you for a long time. Now let's get down to business."

…

Wardson gripped the dagger offered by the priest tightly, his trembling hand unable to stop from raging: “That beast!”

The priest glanced at Fang Yixue, who was sitting uneasily to the side, then lowered his voice: “Go check on my team first, then persuade Ansitu to defeat him. I have what I want, and you have what you want. Bloodline doesn’t matter; you are a member of the Holy Knight family!”

…

“Ten million!” A strong arm was raised high, revealing a price that shocked everyone.

“Ten million once! Ten million twice! Ten million sold!”

Everyone was confused; a price of one million at most was already considered foolish enough not to understand the difference between one and one.
This was the human auction house of the City of Lust, and of course, other species were also auctioned, such as animals for riding, and the darlings of the forest—elves. The one

being auctioned now was a female elf, but she wasn’t particularly unique. Elves, both male and female, were all perfect in appearance and figure, but there were always higher mountains to climb, and among elves, she was only average.

"Hey!" One of the guards looked at the man who had just spent ten million to buy the female elf and whispered to his companion, "That's the guy with the greatsword! He's got incredible luck! A nouveau riche, look at him, he's completely dumbfounded!"

Another chimed in, "Exactly! He can buy a top-quality woman for a few tens of thousands, what's so great about elves?"

"That's because you haven't played around with them! Hahaha."

"Get lost!"

The man from before, wearing a leather vest that revealed most of his muscular physique, with a faint scar on his face, strode down the cobblestone path with a leaf between his teeth.

"Lord Garnarin!" An elderly man with gray hair approached Garnarin with a fawning expression. "Thank you so much for patronizing my business."

Garnarin glanced at the old man beside him, took out ten crystals from his pocket, and stuffed them into the old man's pocket. "Payment done. I request that she change her clothes. I'll do it myself."

The old man nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes! I'll immediately have the best craftsman send over his most prized creation! Someone! Go find the best clothes!"

"Alright, the payment has been made. You can leave now." Garnarin said somewhat impatiently. "Just have someone send the clothes over."

The old man suddenly looked like he'd swallowed a fishbone. "Huh? It won't be sent over immediately. It'll take several hours. Send it over?"

Garnarin spat out the leaf in his mouth, put his hands on the old man's shoulders, and said, "I said send it over, so I'll do it. I like ordering people around, understand?"

After looking at the old man for a few seconds in a daze, Garnarin burst into laughter and then walked into a private room. These were places where someone would "use" the paid customers immediately.

Arriving at a beautiful two-story house, Garnarin unlocked the door with his key. He recognized the furnishings and sat down on the soft sofa.

"Hey! You should know how to make tea, right?" Garnarin said, looking at the raggedly dressed female elf. "After you make the tea, go take a bath!"

Perhaps because of Garnarin's imposing appearance, the female elf hesitated for a while, only moving after Garnarin coughed.

In her haste, the elf didn't wash her hands, quickly brewed a pot of tea, and then placed it in front of Garnarin. Only then did she notice that her hands had soiled the beautiful teapot.

Seeing the hesitant elf, Garnarin stood up and snatched the teapot and teacups from her. "I'm not that picky! Go take a bath!"

The elf cautiously went upstairs, instinctively drawing the curtains, but what good was that?

"Alright, alright!" Garnarin tossed the man a gold coin. "Put your clothes away and get out of here!"
The elf hugged her knees in the pool, terrified. She had never felt such fear. She had been knocked unconscious while gathering herbs, and then beaten up. Now, her virginity was about to be lost…

How could humans be like this? Elves considered themselves superior to all other races, so they maintained a policy of non-interference towards human interactions.

But… she hugged herself tighter, burying her head, covered in long golden hair, in the water, hoping it would temporarily distract her from what was about to happen.

After washing, the female elf came downstairs wrapped in a towel, her wet golden hair tucked behind her ears, her delicate pink skin glowing in the sunlight.

Garnarin was slightly taken aback: "You haven't slept with anyone before, have you?!"

The female elf nodded slightly. Garnason stood up, gripped the hilt of the greatsword on his back, almost drawing it, but suddenly remembered something and lowered his hand: "Throw away the towel!"

With that, Garnason went to get his clothes, and using them, he simply rolled the elf's towel off. "What a nuisance!"
The elf's graceful figure was revealed, her firm breasts standing tall, her hairless genitals rounded like steamed buns. She reflexively covered her private parts.

Garnason circled her a few times, nodded, and then placed his hands on the elf's smooth back.
The female elf trembled, but dared not move, only able to purse her lips.

"Hey! I'll give you a little blood," Garnason said casually, as if he were talking to a lamb to the slaughter.

Hearing this, the female elf spoke for the first time, and immediately moved away from Garnason: "No, don't kill me!"

Garnason spat: "Hey! If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already! I spent ten million! Come here! If you delay any longer, I won't be able to hold back after I bleed you out!"

"Come here!" Garnason looked at the terrified female elf with a look of exasperation.

Garnason leaped directly to the elf's side, pinned her to the ground, and threw his clothes at her: "Hurry up and get dressed! I'll tell you on the way!"

He didn't want to have any issues with his lower body before he finished, but he did have a physical reaction, but he could only endure it.

...

"We'll be there soon." The priest led Waldson to a small path.

"More than twenty people?" Waldson looked at the unfathomable person in front of him, but he had hit the nail on the head.
Matsuri nodded: "Don't underestimate that fat man's power."

They walked in silence until they reached a mediocre two-story building. Matsuri knocked on the door, and a casual voice came from inside: "Come in!"

Matsuri opened the door and Waldson followed her inside, but Waldson almost immediately turned his head away.
"Hey!" Garnason pushed away the female elf who had fallen into his arms: "Matsuri, you've come at the right time! Help me check if this elf's blood is suitable!"

The female elf, seeing someone enter, had instinctively thrown herself into her master's arms without a second thought, even though she was completely naked.

Matsuri approached the cowering elf and made a cut on her pink skin. The elf instinctively pulled her arm away, but it didn't actually hurt much.

Matsuri nodded: "Her bloodline is very good, but don't be too greedy. Follow the steps carefully; I'll give this blood seven points."

"An elf!" Waldson finally looked at the naked elf. Although he had roamed the Chaotic City for a year, seeing an elf's naked body suddenly made Waldson feel a moment of embarrassment.

Garnarsen, in a fit of temper, drew the greatsword from his back. In an instant, the greatsword felt as light as a feather in his hand, leaving a long gash on the elf's back.

The elf bit her lip, trying to suppress her grievances. The cut was shallow, only causing a burning sensation, but she had never been treated like this before.

"Scream if you want," Garnarsen said, watching the blood seep into the greatsword.

Then, a soft golden light shone from his left hand. Garnarsen's hand caressed the elf's arm and back, and the wound healed instantly, as if it had never existed.

"Are you a priest?" Waldson, a member of a paladin family, was very sensitive to the healing waves of priests and the healing light of paladins. Moreover, how could this licentious and robust man be a priest?

Garnarsen was about to answer when suddenly the elf began to sob, her appearance pitiful.

"I won't force you to sleep with me, stop crying!" Garnasen interrupted his next plan. "But I won't be merciful and let you go. You just need to do some housework."

The elf burst into tears, her once melodious voice now sounding heartbreaking. Garnasen frowned. "Let's talk inside! Virgins are such a hassle!"

...

"It's too late to agree now." Sije looked at the man who had been defiant. "I'm making an exception, Lorsa!"

Lorsa trembled. Although he wanted to punch him, he couldn't. Now he faced a choice: either watch his sister be hurt, or... hurt someone else!

"Have you thought it through?" Sije ran his hand over Lorsa's sister's chest. "I still doubt if you're a man, or if you're infertile?"

"Brother, no!" Hearing his sister's pleading, Lorsa wavered again.

Sije loved seeing these people like this. He smirked, his right hand moving under Lorsa's sister's skirt.

Without warning, he thrust his fingers into her still swollen vagina: "It's still dry inside, Lorsa, hurry up and choose."

Jesse began to slowly rub her pink flesh, enjoying watching Lorsa's expression, then quickened his movements.

Hearing his sister's moans, Lorsa almost did it, but looking into her eyes, he couldn't!
Jesse felt the girl's vagina was already wet, but Lorsa had basically made up her mind. Jesse withdrew his fingers, expressing his dissatisfaction: "You've annoyed me. In a few days, I'll show you properly. This is just a demonstration!"

Jesse forcefully shoved three thick fingers into Lorsa's sister's vagina, feeling the texture inside. Jesse began to furiously rotate his fingers, forcefully poking the flesh.

The girl's legs were intertwined, unable to hold back her moans, her hands covering her lower abdomen, the pain and stimulation stimulating her nerves.

"Ah!" Jesse suddenly inserted all three fingers into her vagina, and her legs went weak, collapsing to the ground.

"If I hadn't done too much yesterday, I wouldn't be letting it go like this today." With that, Jesse pulled his finger out and kicked Lorsa. "I still have a lot of tricks up my sleeve!"

He called out to the girl, who looked back at her brother and followed Jesse out of the room...

Chapter 5: The Chaotic Legion (Part 1)

"It's going to start in a few months?" Garnason was still looking at the greatsword that had absorbed elven blood, occasionally flicking it and listening intently. "After this job, I won't owe you anything. From now on, you can do your own 'great mercy'."

The priest nodded. "I know. I only need you to do this. Now, this is Garnason, son of the weapon master Galvina, and apprentice of the greatsword master Starr."

Vardson bowed respectfully and extended his right hand. "Hello, my name is Vardson."

Garnason touched Vardson's hand. "Don't be so formal! Vardson? Tell me what you're good at."
"I'm more skilled with warhammers." Vardson said, looking at Garnason who was still expecting him to say something.
Garnason slung his greatsword over his shoulder. "If you get past me, I'll tell you, and I'll even forge you a warhammer."

The priestess chose to go outside to watch the battle. The female elf in the living room was still sobbing. Garnason couldn't help but complain, "It's good you've fallen into my hands. I've never been so merciful. You'd better be sensible."

Standing in the courtyard, Waldson found a warhammer on the weapon rack. Garnason brandished his greatsword to build momentum: "Let me see your attack."

A perfect attack involves planning the next move; an attack full of flaws will inevitably be countered and killed, especially with heavy weapons.

Waldson gripped the warhammer tightly and roared. An expression incongruous with his demeanor and appearance solidified on his face—a serious, passionate, and determined expression.

As he charged, his hand movements changed rapidly, the warhammer in his hands as effortlessly as a tree branch. Then, he charged forward and slammed the hammer directly at Garnason.

Without the slightest mercy, Garnason parried with his sword, the resounding clang of metal echoing throughout the courtyard.

"The movements, the power, and the details—perfect!" Garnason praised, his approval of Waldson evident in this single strike.

...

Ansitu, comforted by Fang Yixue, returned to normal. At this moment, Enid also woke up, but was still disoriented: "Hmm? Where's Waldson?"

Waldson had left that night, and it was now noon. Ansitu wondered what they had been doing. He had made up his mind; he couldn't continue like this.

He remembered how much his father had spoiled him, but ultimately, at his insistence, he had been left battered and bruised. Perhaps he couldn't spoil his sister like that anymore…

"Enid, he went out on business. Shall we go for a walk?" Fang Yixue sat down beside the still somewhat dazed Enid.

Enid nodded. "Okay, now I have someone to confide in."

This left Fang Yixue somewhat confused. "Could it be that Waldson is just...?"

Enid shook her head, though suddenly overcome with sadness, she still praised Waldson. "He's a good person. He's much older than me, but he's a good person, it's just..." Ansitu

waved his hand. "You two go outside to talk. I don't want to hear your innermost thoughts. Be careful. Activate this if something goes wrong."

Ansitu took out an octagonal disc engraved with runes. "You're a powerful mage, but be careful. Remember, this is the City of Lust."

He should go back and see his sister. He'd been gone long enough, not even bringing her lunch or breakfast.

After buying some food, Ansitu returned to the inn. Anya was leaning against the window, looking at the street with a complex and fearful gaze.

An Situ had already anticipated what might happen and spoke first: "You saw everything? This is how it is here, Anya. I'm so sorry. I can't hide it from you anymore, and you need to defend yourself, Anya. I have to work hard to get out."

Anya didn't move or speak, just looked at the street outside. She didn't seem angry, but that chilling beauty made An Situ's heart skip a beat.

His sister was like this when she was angry, but... An Situ was suppressing this feeling; he needed to change his mind.

"Calm down, eat something, and then we'll talk." An Situ put the food on the coffee table and sat on the sofa, looking at his sister with worry.

Although he was anxious, An Situ didn't show it. He was waiting. He didn't know what Anya was thinking, but it certainly wouldn't be anything good... at least not now.

"Hmm? He was very resistant to your relationship with him outside?" Fang Yixue asked, somewhat puzzled.

Enid sighed, "Outside, I always appear as his maid, and he's very cold towards me..."

"Have you asked why?" Fang Yixue was trying to comfort Enid, but she herself was clueless.

Enid nodded, a cute wrinkle appearing between her brows, "But he never says why... I'm worried..."

"But he said he loves you yesterday!" Fang Yixue answered almost immediately, and Enid looked very sad.
Faced with the question, Fang Yixue recounted what she had seen and heard, then said that Waldson and Ji had left, but that everything would be alright.

The two chatted as they walked down a poor street, lined with tiled houses and even some wooden huts.

"Sister, don't go any further in, let's go another street," Enid suddenly suggested.

"It's alright, it's alright, I've never been here before, just taking a look around. There's no one here, and I'll protect you,"
Fang Yixue said smugly, letting magical elements dance around her.

Enid still had some doubts: "But how powerful are you?"

After all, she was ranked tenth on the list; what danger could this wretched place possibly pose? Then she took out a disc: "And this too, don't be afraid."

Fang Yixue then began to recount the events of the previous night, and Enid gradually relaxed, occasionally chuckling softly.

Suddenly, a girl stumbled out of a room, her face filled with terror, collapsing to the ground and screaming for help.

The two ran over to investigate. The girl said there was a monster inside. Although the place was chaotic, how could there be a monster?

Fang Yixue asked Enid to take care of her, then turned to look into the dark room. Suddenly, the girl pushed Enid away and covered Fang Yixue's mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

It all happened so suddenly. Enid watched as a man walked out of the room, followed by another.
"Didn't expect to catch an old acquaintance today!" One of the men ordered the men beside him, "Go and call the brothers."

Enid suddenly reached for her waist, a gleaming musket pointed at the girl: "Let her go!"
The man carelessly reached for the chest of the unconscious Fang Yixue: "She's my tool, kill her as you please. The musket only has one shot, are you going to kill her or..."

Smoke rose from the muzzle, and a lead bullet shattered the man's left shoulder: "You talk too much! You don't have a chance... Ugh!"

The girl tackled Enid, she was younger than Enid, but... Enid swung the musket and knocked the girl unconscious. Fang

Yixue slowly opened her eyes. The man was trembling, his arm almost detached, veins bulging, sweat covering his face, but he didn't scream, not even a sound.

Only then did Fang Yixue react, a low incantation flowing from her lips, lightning elements dancing in her palm under her control.

"This is my territory!" A dagger flew towards her in response.

The dagger pierced through the lightning magic in Fang Yixue's hand, and the magic immediately dissipated—a magical dagger!

"Oh! You're from the East too, little girl." The man had a pleasant baritone voice, and Fang Yixue looked in the direction of the voice.

The man was dressed in formal attire for a banquet, with a beautifully curved scimitar hanging at his waist, enveloped in a magical aura.

His appearance was ordinary, but his demeanor was elegant and refined: "If you surrender, I might show you some leniency."
"Why?" Fang Yixue was unconvinced, preparing to deliver a fatal blow by surprise: "You're that confident?"

The man's lips curled slightly: "I hope your strength is as pleasing to me as your appearance."

A blur flashed beside Fang Yixue, a hand chop to her neck, and a slight smile before she fainted: "Your knowledge of magic is too rudimentary."

"Little sister, put down your musket." The man looked again at Enid's dark muzzle: "Lead bullets can't outrun magic."

Enid's eyes were fixed on the man, her hands gripping the musket tightly, looking like a little girl just starting out in training.

The man raised his hands, teasing Enid: "Relax, aim for my head. It's a bit far, but the accuracy isn't low. Come on?"

The man gave a benevolent smile, but this smile only intensified Enid's fear. Imagine a serial killer chopping off human limbs and smiling at you—that was too...

"Too clever!" The man stretched out his long, calloused hand: "Give me the musket. I'll ask some questions. If I find anything interesting, you and she can leave." The man kicked the unconscious Fang Yixue with his leather shoe.

Enid finally handed the musket to the man, who nodded in satisfaction and patted her on the shoulder. "Tell me your identity first."

Enid was clever; she went around in circles, mentioning several powerful figures, including Jesse.

"Oh? That fat old man? I'm afraid those guys will sell you back." The man looked at the terrified Enid with amusement, then turned to the men who had just arrived.

"I also know an assassin!"

"I know many too."

"His name is Ji, he..."

The man gestured for Enid to be quiet, then returned the musket to her. "Tell me about him. I hope you don't do anything foolish, little angel."

The sudden fatherly gentleness relieved Enid, and she could only embellish the story.

Fang Yixue was relatively safe; those men who wanted to vent their anger on their old enemy were driven away. It seemed this man was the leader here.

"Even if you find the pastor, you won't be able to save his arm!"

"I really want to fuck her until she can't get out of bed!"

"Twice! This is fucking terrible!"

The little girl stared wide-eyed, grabbing one of the arms: "I've done it, let me and my mother go."

The man, furious, kicked her to the ground: "Sell this guy to Cijer! We'll keep her mother!" "

Give me back my mother!" The little girl struggled to her feet, only to be kicked to the ground again.

"I'm really not interested in you, otherwise I would have let you experience the same pleasure as your mother long ago!" The man walked towards a house and opened the door.

One of the women was riding a man, moaning. Although she was in her thirties, her face and figure were still alluring.

"Mom!" the girl cried, stumbling to the front of the house, only to be grabbed by the man.
The woman burst into tears upon seeing her daughter. The man beneath her quickened his thrusts, her two full breasts swaying with the rise and fall of her body.

"Hey! If you cry again, you'll hurt your daughter too!" The man beneath him immediately stopped thrusting and turned to look at the still-crying girl.

"No! She's just a child, you can't..." She sobbed uncontrollably.
"Behave yourself, imagine I'm your husband." The man smiled cruelly, "But don't forget, I'm not. I'm a man who won't even spare your daughter, hahaha!"

The woman, sobbing, began to move on her own, in front of her daughter, on top of other men, letting other men's penises enter and exit her vagina, in front of her daughter!

...[The End]

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