Ethereal female warrior

"Roar—"

With a dying roar, the enormous alien monster, its wings flapping in the air, finally plummeted helplessly to the ground. Its immense mass caused it to crash like a meteorite, shaking even the earth. The dust and ash it kicked up formed a storm, blotting out the sun and plunging the day into darkness.

Centered on the monster, everything around it seemed to lose its life. Stone walls, beams, and ceilings began to crack and crumble, collapsing and scattering like dust, leaving only mountains of rubble. Countless ashes poured onto the ground with a deafening roar. The once magnificent palace was reduced to ruins in an instant; everything was heading towards its end.

"...Pfft...Ha!!!"

This was the third time. Sharp tentacles pierced the man's thick chest once more. As the cold spikes pierced his hardened flesh, warm blood uncontrollably gushed out, along with the man's vibrant life force.

"Finally...finally it's over!" The man held a Japanese

sword that shimmered with a pale purple light. Upon closer inspection, the light originated from the magatama (comma-shaped ornament) at the end of the hilt. He was a ninja wearing a black mask and a black bodysuit. Now, his mask had been blown away by the blood he coughed up, revealing a handsome face covered in blood and wounds. Only his eyes shone with unwavering resolve, as if demonstrating his absolute determination to the superhuman monster before him. He gripped the blade even tighter.

"Evil... demon, begone! You are not... not of this world! Die!" Hearing this

, the monster, also on the verge of death, struggled to raise its head—half of which had been severed by a blade and soaked in blood resembling viscous oil—staring incredulously at the man who had killed it and was about to be killed by it. Its face showed no fear or anger, but rather a calm as clear as a cloudless sky. Stunned by the man's reaction, the monster slightly opened its mouth, its massive body emitting only a faint sound, like the flutter of a mosquito's wings.

"■■■■■" These were syllables inaudible to human ears; it seemed impossible for a human throat to produce such a sound.

But even though the man couldn't understand it, he could roughly grasp its meaning. The sword in his hand gradually dimmed, and although his face grew paler with each drop of blood, his eyes held only a calm composure, as if he had finally unloaded a heavy burden and genuinely relaxed.

"Ah, I know, with such a severe wound, I definitely won't live much longer!" "Calmly announcing his impending death, the man no longer looked at the hideous monster before him. He struggled to take a step, but his body, weakened by blood loss, was utterly powerless. Even the leg he had just lifted trembled uncontrollably. So, the man gripped his sword in reverse, using the dazzling divine blade as a crutch, and with great difficulty, limped to the wall.

'But, just this moment, this instant is enough. I have no more mission, no more karmic burdens. Ha, isn't this what they call freedom?' The man released the sword that had been supporting his body, and his once strong and robust flesh collapsed to the ground like plastic. He looked extremely painful, yet also seemed relieved, shaking his head, smiling bitterly, sighing, and straightening up against the wall.

The man looked at the dying monster—no, to be precise, his gaze was fixed on the monster's enormous eyeballs, as if using those crimson eyes as a mirror, looking at himself through them.

'Total destruction… the end of the dragon god and the demon god who have been fighting since ancient times! Ha!'" "Actually... it's not so bad... is it...?" Then, the man uttered his final words!

Thus, after two years, the battle between the Dragon Ninja—Ryu Hayabusa—and the Ancestor of Demons—the Demon God—ended with the simultaneous demise of both. And now, it is ...

three years later, after this earth-shattering event.

Just past midnight, while

most

people were still in bed dreaming, a dark figure, its face obscured, wandered through a deserted alley. Judging solely from its physique and movements, it was likely a rather robust man, but his physique was… excessively so.

From any angle, this man was clearly over seven feet tall, and his limbs could only be described as thick, massive, and muscular, like sculpted granite pillars. If it weren't for his intact human form, one might mistake him for some kind of monster. On

this colossal figure's shoulder was a bag that was neither too large nor too small… oh, no, that's not quite right. Relative to a man's size, it was a rather large rectangular bag in human proportions. Judging from the bag, this hemp bag was enormous; if it stood upright, it would probably be about the same height as an average woman, yet narrower than her body. This inevitably aroused curiosity about its contents. What was it?

He walked slowly and laboriously through the deserted alley at night, panting and sweating profusely, yet his broad strides didn't slow down at all. He moved with the utmost caution, as if avoiding something dangerous, not daring to slacken his pace for the slightest. For someone of his size, such timidity was truly comical.

Seemingly exhausted, he stopped and looked up, only to see dark clouds obscuring the moon. Not only in the alley, but even on the bustling streets during the day, visibility was extremely low. A surge of joy filled him, and he quickly recovered. He sighed, swayed, and trudged out onto the street, dragging the thick bag on his back.

Stepping onto the street seemed to invigorate him; his previously exhausted movements became strangely agile. His strides grew longer and faster, and he tossed the cumbersome bag to the ground, dragging it along by one end.

The empty street was silent, save for the sound of the bag scraping against the ground.

Who knew... After walking for a long time, the man finally arrived at his destination—a manor located on the outskirts of a small town. It was surrounded by high fences, with lush vegetation and towering trees standing side-by-side. As the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, the manor resembled the heart of a dark, dense forest, deep and eerie, seemingly some otherworldly realm.

The location was remote, and due to years of neglect, it was long deserted. Weeds grew rampant, vegetation grew wildly, and various miscellaneous items were piled up everywhere. The ruins were so vast that even the streetlights couldn't illuminate them; only the moonlight, like a thin veil, gently filtered down, becoming the sole source of light. Under the moonlight, the dilapidated manor appeared as nothing more than a series of blurry black shadows.

Soon, hurried footsteps broke the silence. Heavy footsteps approached from afar; it was a man carrying a load. Perhaps he was too lazy to search for the gate in this ridiculously large manor. With a loud crash, a section of the dilapidated wall on the west side of the manor was shoved open by this tall, burly man. The man kicked the door open, sending brick dust flying as the uninvited guest burst in.

He stopped, glancing around to check for any sign of life. Seeing no one and complete silence, he walked forward to the door of an abandoned wine cellar within the estate. He crouched down, and with a swift movement, pushed aside the sand-covered gatehouse, which was now quite a distance away. He then began groping through the dilapidated ground, clearing away the trash and clods of earth, clearly digging for something.

A short while later, in… On the cleaned ground appeared a six-pointed star-shaped ring, about a meter in diameter, seemingly some kind of strange summoning circle. The man looked at the circle and smiled, then raised his hand, gesturing with his fingertips as if writing some kind of text.

With his movement, the circle on the ground emitted a dazzling light, gradually illuminating the entire manor. Under the circle's illumination, we could finally see the tall man's appearance—no, perhaps at this moment we shouldn't call it a man anymore!

Its hair, like a blazing green flame, flickered and rose like a candle. Its strangely shaped eyes, unlike human round pupils, were triangles set between two crescent-shaped points. Its skin was rough and dry, reminiscent of cracked earth, covered in hard scales. Most terrifyingly, it possessed bison-like, curved horns. Undoubtedly, "it" was a demon.

As the demon finished its spell, the light of the magic circle, at its peak, began to dim. However, a dark shadow began to emerge from the center of the light, slowly twisting and expanding. A figure emerged from the ring of light—a man about 185 cm tall. A black tailcoat bulged from his broad body. The shadow cast by his top hat obscured his face, but his strong, long shoulders were visible. He held an ornately carved cane in his right hand, his tall body standing ramrod straight, like a towering tree.

After a while, the light of the magic circle completely dimmed, and everything returned to its previous stillness and darkness, as if the previous light had been an illusion. Even the magic circle on the ground had vanished without a trace. If it weren't for the fact that someone had actually walked out of the magic circle and was still standing in front of the demon, it would have been impossible to verify what had just happened.

"For...the King...I offer...a...woman!"

The already bizarre situation became even more strange. The enormous demon bowed deeply, kneeling on one knee before the man in black, its head bowed low, and presented the cloth bag it had been carrying with both hands.

The man in black adjusted the brim of his hat, moved the saucer-like disc upwards, and then proudly raised his head. Although his eyes showed utter disdain for the demon before him, he couldn't hide the glint of anticipation in them when he saw the cloth bag.

He slowly reached out towards the bag, then gently lifted it. Upon closer inspection, even his fingers gripping the bag were trembling slightly, as if he were doing something sacred and momentous, concerning his very destiny. His entire being was filled with intense excitement, daring not to be the slightest bit negligent or frivolous.

But a second after opening the bag, the man froze in place, still holding the bag open, like a lifeless stone statue. The reason was simple: the contents of the bag were far beyond his expectations.

As the moon shifted, the interplay of moonlight and shadows in the manor revealed a woman inside the half-opened sack. Her hands, clasped together, were bound with rope from her wrists to her forearms, her elbows bent and tied around her neck, and her ankles and knees taped together. She was completely unable to break free, no wonder she hadn't been able to struggle the whole way.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." The woman gasped for breath. Perhaps seeing the man in black, intermittent cries for help escaped her gagged mouth. She stared desperately at the man who had opened the sack, her eyes filled with pleading and expectation, her beautiful face contorted in despair. She...she probably felt she had found her savior! So, without thinking twice, she desperately tried to grasp at this last hope.

Unfortunately…

“Fuck your mother!!!” The man finally recovered from his shock, but his reaction was completely unexpected and inconsistent with his elegant attire. He roared furiously, like a beast in human skin, and viciously raised his foot to kick the demon who was kneeling devoutly before him.

BOOM!!!

The flying foot struck, and upon contact with the demon's granite-like chest muscles, the collision was like a train crashing at 300 kilometers per hour. Even a mere proximity would cause a violent shock that would rupture eardrums and reel one from the brain. The kneeling demon was

overwhelmingly superior; this was an undeniable fact, obvious to anyone. Its size far surpassed the man's, and its weight was probably more than twice that of the man. The difference in muscle and bone structure was also incomparable. The man's kick should have been completely ineffective; moreover, facing such a behemoth, it wouldn't have been surprising if his leg had broken on the spot.

However, incredibly, like a bizarre magic trick manipulating the human eye, the man in black was completely unharmed by his kick. Conversely, the enormous demon, seemingly formed from solidified mountain rocks, was sent flying like a cannonball exploding. The woman he was holding was also blown aside by the shockwave, rolling several times across the overgrown ground before finally coming to a stop against a decorative fence.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." The pain was excruciating. The impact of the fall and the tumbling had left the poor woman dazed and disoriented. Her face was bloodless, her lips deathly pale, and her vision blurred. Her frail limbs thrashed wildly, unable to break free from the ropes and tape binding her. Fear—

only fear filled her heart. Her face was contorted, her body trembled, and her mind felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave. She was so grateful that the gag was still sealed in her mouth; otherwise, she would have screamed in agony!

Is it possible for a bicycle to outrun a car? Is it possible for a baby to be stronger than an adult? Is it possible for a strong tiger to be repelled by a cat? These seemingly nonsensical and whimsical things actually happened before the woman's eyes.

Right before her eyes, the man in black, who at least outwardly appeared to be some kind of human being, was frantically beating the monster that had abducted her, and he was beating him with intense killing intent, showing absolutely no mercy.

"Fuck your mother's idiot, you're mentally challenged, don't you even have a shred of memory? You fucking piece of trash, who did I tell you to find? Who is it? Huh! Tell me! You dare to mess with me, is that fun? Huh! Is that fucking fun?"

The seemingly gentle man was roaring and howling like a madman. He grabbed the demon's neck and swung his fists, punching the demon's face again and again. The huge demon was as vulnerable as tofu. Its nose was twisted and dented under the fists, its hard cheekbones cracked and shattered, and pieces of flesh torn apart by the impact, stained with blood, fell from its face.

"Huff... Huff... Waaah..." The woman lying on the ground was completely oblivious to the pain. Staring at the horrific scene, her eyes widened, tears streaming down her face. Unable to break free from her restraints and gripped by fear, she could only twist her body, move her shoulders, use her forehead for support, and contract her thighs and abdomen, struggling to move like a mollusk. Even if it was just for a second, a centimeter, she wanted to escape this place as quickly as possible.

As if simply beating her with his hands wasn't enough to vent his anger, the man released his grip. Now, without support, the demon's head slammed weakly to the ground. Its entire body remained motionless, seemingly close to death. Yet, the man still raised his foot, frantically stomping on the deformed skull on the ground. The impact crushed the demon's skull, causing it to slam against the ground again and again. The deafening roar, accompanied by shattered bones and thick blood, echoed throughout the dilapidated manor.

"Damn piece of trash, can't even do a decent job! Die...die...die...die! Ah, ah...ah!!!" Hundreds of punches and kicks had already been exchanged. The man's surging attacks were like a rushing waterfall, his ferocious roars like the howls of an unparalleled beast. His chilling killing intent was overwhelming, so strong that it made people hesitate, even unable to breathe. It was cruel and violent.

"Ah! Damn it...Pah! Hah!? Is he dead already? What kind of trash did Sal give me! So weak, he died in less than two moves? Are low-level demons just low-level demons? Utterly useless."

So, naturally, under the relentless onslaught, even though the demon's vitality far surpassed that of ordinary creatures, it couldn't withstand it. Its shattered skull and decaying internal organs were undoubtedly fatal, and it was now lifeless.

However, the man in black continued to curse and rant at the immobile corpse. In his eyes, this ugly demon was probably not even a life! His actions were as if he were merely stomping on an annoying cockroach.

"Ugh..." Just as the man was still sulking, intending to vent his frustration on the mangled corpse, a mournful scream came from behind him. The sound was fleeting, abruptly cut short, but filled with a desperate, terrified lament—undoubtedly the cry of a frightened young girl.

"Oh—" The man then remembered there was another bystander. He looked back with interest and saw a girl lying on the ground, bound and unable to move. In front of her were several tangled thorn bushes, their sharp thorns blending silently into the undergrowth, making them difficult to spot. It seemed she had tried to sneak through the bushes to escape, but the thorns had scratched her, causing her to scream.

The girl seemed to realize the man had discovered her. Her body stiffened as if frozen. She dared not move, nor did she have the courage to move. In the end, she gave up: the girl bent her head in despair, her forehead covered in sweat, pressed against the cold ground, covered in dust. Her breathing became faster and faster, her nasal congestion heavier and heavier, her painful sobs drawn out. The tears that had been swirling in her eyes could no longer be held back, pouring out like a torrential downpour, like a broken faucet.

"Ugh... Ughhhhhh!" She didn't turn around, but she could clearly hear the man's footsteps. Ahh, he was approaching her step by step, and... he was right beside her!

The burly figure was stretched long by the moonlight, and the heavy shadow completely covered the girl. The man slowly squatted down, raised his hand, and untied the cloth strip that was covering the girl's lips and tied tightly to the back of her head. But before the girl could spit out the cloth bag from her mouth, the man impatiently grabbed her slender shoulders and quickly pulled her up without saying a word.

"Whoa!!" The woman didn't even have a chance to react. A powerful force came from her shoulder, and she was flung into the air like a kite with a broken string. Her slender, frail body barely overcame gravity and rose into the air before finally falling back into freefall. Just as the girl was struggling to cope with the ups and downs, the man timely opened his arms and caught her steadily, holding her firmly in his arms in a princess carry.

The girl finally found support, and lying in the man's arms, she felt much more relaxed. However, the violent impact still made her dizzy and weak. When she finally caught her breath and her vision cleared a bit, she mustered up the courage to look up and saw the face of the man who had held her. She was so frightened that she almost screamed.

As the moon rose higher, the direction of the light gradually changed. The manor, previously shrouded in darkness, was finally bathed in a cold light, allowing the woman to see the man's face, hidden in the shadow of his hat.

Tall and imposing, with a robust and broad physique, he possessed an impeccably strong body for a man, along with striking light brown skin, wild eyes that seemed to belong to some kind of beast, and two sharp teeth that slightly upturned at the corners of his mouth. Without a doubt, this man was not human.

"No! No! No!" Upon seeing the man's face, the woman's fragile heart completely collapsed. The hope she had finally grasped vanished like a mirage. She screamed in agony, wishing her voice could summon a passerby to save her! But alas, even this last glimmer of hope was gone; the area seemed utterly deserted.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the poor girl's fear and screams, the man in black stared lustfully at the lovely woman in his arms, his gaze lewd and greedy, as if he were repeatedly ogling the pitiful girl.

"I didn't notice before, but you're quite cute, aren't you?"

The woman had flaxen hair piled up, adorned with bright red flower-shaped hair ornaments. Although her forehead was covered in sweat and her face was smeared with mud, her beautiful face and dignified features could not be concealed. She wore a red off-shoulder long dress, which made her fair shoulders appear even more white and translucent. The bright dress was divided in two at the sides, and with her slight struggle, her smooth and shapely thighs were faintly visible.

"That good-for-nothing wasn't entirely useless after all; he did leave me a nice gift! I haven't had any fun in ages!" As he spoke, the man took two steps forward, carrying the woman, and stopped in front of an abandoned pavilion in the manor. He looked at the girl, grinned lewdly, and carefully placed her down on a pillar supporting the pavilion.

However, because her hands and feet were still bound, the woman couldn't separate her legs when she landed, and she couldn't put any weight on her back. She almost fell on her bottom, but luckily, the pavilion's pillar was right behind her. As she fell backward, her back hit the pillar, and with that support, she managed to regain her balance and stand up again.

Ahead lay a demon of unknown purpose, while her back was already pressed against the wall. The poor girl had nowhere to retreat. She desperately wanted to close her eyes and pray that this nightmare would end quickly, but the demon was only half a meter away, his towering shadow completely enveloping her. The girl couldn't do it, nor could she so easily deceive herself. So, clinging to the last shred of her sanity, she spoke tremulously,

"I...I'll do anything, please...please don't hurt me!" With these pleading words, the woman, her wrists bound together, clasped her hands together, kneeling before the demon as if begging for mercy. At this moment, the woman burst into tears. Her exquisite face, adorned with two streams of clear tears, made her even more alluring and pitiful, yet it also aroused the lust of men even more.

"Hurturing you?" As if he'd heard a ridiculous joke, the demon pursed his lips, contorting his face into a grimace. He bent down, bracing one hand against the stone pillar behind her, forcing her to meet his gaze directly.

"Ah...no...please, don't...please don't do this!" The girl frantically twisted her body, but his large hand was blocking her from escaping. The demon's nose was almost touching her, yet she couldn't get away.

"Haven't had any virginity in so long! I've almost forgotten how wonderful a woman's taste is! Hehe!

Don't worry, I promise I won't hurt you, but..." The demon's lips parted, his tongue moving, releasing warm, moist breath that washed over the woman's neck. Her fair skin flushed a brilliant red, and her breathing quickened.

"Ugh... Ah, um... Please, please..." The woman now understood the demon's purpose. She instinctively felt a chill, her back instantly drenched in cold sweat. She struggled to reach out and brace herself against the demon's chest, hoping to push this inhuman male away. But when her arm touched his chest muscles, which were as solid as sandbags, she let out a shy, coquettish cry!

"Oh! You're not without sexual interest either?" Hearing the almost feminine moan, the man grinned wickedly and pounced on the woman before him, excitedly and gleefully saying, "Be a good girl and let me have my way with you!"

The sudden pressure left the woman powerless to resist, and she was immediately pushed to the ground by the demon. By the time she finally came to her senses and tried to struggle, she was already being straddled by the demon. In such an unbearable position, she would be powerless even against an ordinary man, let alone the exceptionally powerful demon who was pinning her down.

The man easily pinned the woman down. He knelt beside her, using his knee to hold down her loose skirt, and grabbed her hands, pressing them firmly to the ground over her head. The woman lay helplessly on the ground, unable to move freely. Even her legs, which could still kick, were completely useless against the man.

"No!!!!" she screamed desperately, struggling to break free, but to no avail. Finally, she seemed to understand her fate and what was to come. She gave up resisting, trembling but no longer struggling. She painfully turned her head away, unable to look at the demon on top of her, letting her long hair fall and obscure her eyes. She began to sob softly, whimpering, "I...I...this is my first time! Please, please don't be so rough. This is the only thing I'm begging you for."

"Haha, then I've really hit the jackpot! What I love most is deflowering a virgin!" The man laughed gleefully, then easily ripped open the woman's bra with his free hand, roughly pulling off her red lace bra. Her full breasts swayed restlessly from the impact, even her pink nipples stood erect like honey-colored beans on their respective peaks. "Ho, you said no, but these nipples are standing up, aren't they? You've actually been looking forward to this kind of thing, haven't you!"

Then the demon spread his five fingers, extending his palm towards... The demon's large, thick hands easily enveloped the woman's full breasts. After confirming the soft, elastic feel of her breasts, he tightened his grip, repeatedly pulling and kneading them. The once firm and rounded breasts were stretched into a lewd shape in his hands, and the cute pink nipple peeked out from between his fingers, looking like a trembling rabbit hiding in a hole—pitiful yet adorable, making one want to ruthlessly pull it out for a closer look.

"Waaah! Spare me!" The woman, seeing her proud breasts being wantonly abused and played with like toys by the demon, was overwhelmed with shame. Her cheeks burned red, and tears welled in her alluring eyes, slowly streaming down her face with soft sobs.

"This feels amazing, just like... haha, it feels like kneading cotton candy! How long has it been since I've enjoyed such a wonderful touch!" The demon happily slid his five fingers, his rough fingers sinking into the woman's soft breasts. The round, full breasts became uneven with the movement of the orc's fingers, and the unspeakable stimulation ravaged the woman's breasts. The stimulation was like pain and pleasure at the same time. This feeling made the woman feel a sense of physical disgust and nausea. In an instant, she seemed to have the thought and strength to resist again.

But it was all in vain. The demon seemed to have seen through the woman's thoughts. He stopped pressing his five fingers against her breasts and instead tightened his middle and index fingers. The nipples, which had been struggling to survive between his fingers, were suddenly squeezed tightly. The nipples, which had already reacted instinctively to the orc's wanton playing, could not withstand such a brutal attack. The nipples, which had become hard and erect, felt as if they were being crushed by an iron gate. A burning pain came from the outside in, and the woman's whole body tensed up. But her entire breast was now trapped in the demon's five fingers. Where could those rosy little beans escape?

"Ooh! Ooh!" The woman cried out as the demon roughly pinched and pulled her nipples, tilting her head back. Although she tried her best to endure it, painful moans still escaped her lips. This was understandable, as she was inexperienced in sexual matters and had no knowledge of sexual stimulation. Moreover, the beastman's actions were devoid of any affection and were even too rough and aggressive. Naturally, the woman could not feel any desire. She writhed her body, but she was no different from a fish on a chopping board, only arousing the man's lust.

As expected, the demon was not satisfied. With his left hand, he pulled on the woman's breast, forcing her to lie on her side. The woman, barely clothed, had never suffered such torment. Her once full and plump breasts were violently stretched and tightened by the orc, deformed like a flattened ball. The excruciating pain caused the woman to roll on the ground, trembling all over, unable to even speak. Meanwhile, the demon, overjoyed, lowered his head and opened his blood-red maw, greedily licking the woman's other large breast. His scarlet tongue repeatedly roamed back and forth on the woman's breast, conquering and plundering, and his salty saliva soaked the entire breast like detergent.

"Please stop! It hurts so much, please...please...please, ahhhhhhh!"

Seemingly tired of the woman's pleas, the demon impatiently bit down hard on the trembling nipple on her chest. The woman's translucent red nipple offered no resistance, completely surrendering, but the demon showed no mercy. He tightly closed his front teeth, clamping and biting the poor nipple. The nipple, with nowhere to escape, not only had to endure the pressure of the sharp teeth, but also the constant invasion from the demon's tongue.

The demon continued to humiliate the woman until she was drenched in sweat. Finally satisfied with the violation of her breasts, the demon straightened up, easily grabbing the woman's hands and lifting her up. However, due to excessive panic, the woman's legs had become weak and powerless. Although she straightened her upper body because the beastman pulled her up, she couldn't stand up. Her legs were crooked and tucked together, like a roly-poly toy, swaying and rocking with the beastman's pull, but she couldn't fall down.

"Stop! Please, please! It hurts so much!" The woman's pleas were mixed with her feeble cries. Tears streamed down her face, and she trembled all over. The arms roughly held up by the male orc were swinging wildly above her head. She twisted her shoulders desperately, trying to break free, but even with all her strength, she couldn't escape the man's grasp. Despair and pain completely overwhelmed her.

The demon dragged the woman, roughly pressing her hands against the wall, forcing her upper body to lean against it. The moment her smooth, soft body touched the cold wall, she shuddered and tensed up. With her hands pulled up by the demon, she had to squat down in a panic to make them feel better. But this caused her legs, which had been tightly closed, to open wide in an M-shape, and her slit skirt fell messily, completely failing to conceal her smooth, soft thighs.

The orc, watching the woman who had been hysterically struggling moments before suddenly become as docile as a frightened rabbit, laughed loudly, "I told you I wouldn't hurt you! Cooperate with me obediently, and I guarantee you'll have a blast! Come on, let me see if you're ready inside!"

Her humble pleading brought her no relief, and her desperate pleas failed to secure her forgiveness. Tears streamed down the woman's face, her beautiful eyes devoid of their former vitality, and her helpless cries had made her voice hoarse. Her once charming and alluring face now appeared pale, weak, and utterly fragile. She had lost the courage to resist and all hope of salvation. The woman had no choice but to give up everything and let the demon toy with her; her soul seemed to have broken in despair.

The man showed no mercy, as if in a hurry. He lifted the woman's long skirt, then, finding the fluttering hem in the way, he ripped it to shreds. The woman's lower body was now completely naked, with nothing to cover her. By the moonlight, the orc had a clear view of the girl's most intimate parts. The lace trim on her thin, dark red panties swayed with her restless movements. At the bottom of the panties, a damp patch, like a fallen leaf, revealed a deeper, more erotic color, resembling a tightly closed mouth, full of allure.

"Oh dear! It's wet down there too. Aren't you ready? Can I go now?" The orc impatiently shook his lower body, his already erect member bulging out like a tent, revealing the ferocious size of his member.

The woman watched helplessly as the demon closed in. She couldn't even utter a cry, let alone struggle or resist. Completely paralyzed with despair, she resembled a catfish on a chopping board, desperately pleading for a swift and merciless end. But how could the demon's next move be so easily resolved? The woman, her eyes vacant and almost devoid of consciousness, collapsed, like a puppet at the mercy of her captors.

But then… something unexpected happened!

*Thud!

* That was the sound of a cold, sharp blade piercing flesh, the sound of warm blood gushing from her body!

Simultaneously, the sound of life slowly fading away.

"Gah…ga ga…ahhhhhh!" The demon, who should have been enjoying the woman's body, now let out a pathetic cry. He released his grip on the woman, staring in disbelief at the blade piercing his chest!

"Dragon Priestess!

Aa

...

Originally, the jirupan was just an undergarment worn under the white robe for ceremonies, and its length was no more than half that of the white robe. It could be said to be just an alternative kind of underwear. However, this woman was only wearing a jirupan without the white robe, and this jirupan was also terribly loose. Not only was it sleeveless, but even the armpit part was cut off, leaving her bare white shoulders and arms completely exposed. Only from her forearms did she wear a gorgeous white sleeve.

The crimson hem of the garment resembled a scarf, extending from the back of the neck and straight past the woman's erect, sexy collarbone. The red and white color scheme accentuated a pure and elegant air. However, the garment was designed to be thin and short for lightness, with the long lapels crossing over the woman's ample breasts and extending to her waist, but it was barely noticeable. The woman's heavy, white breasts were full, round, and firm, especially the cleavage that stretched across her chest, a deep and unfathomable valley. This stark contrast was incredibly alluring. However, her side breasts were even more striking, because the garment was completely bare from the armpits to the sides of her abdomen. In other words, one could admire the beautiful shape and indentations of her breasts simply from the side.

As for the woman's crimson hakama, while traditional crimson hakama are loose and long, this woman, to ensure agility and flexibility, had incorporated elements of the hunting hakama's waistband, creating a tight-fitting and lightweight style. The crimson fabric was pulled up to her lower abdomen, pressing down on her crisscrossing top and connecting with a sash tied with deep red cords. The sashes ran down her thighs, deliberately leaving gaps, boldly exposing the entire outer side of her flawless white thighs. Moreover, the sashes were tied higher than usual, revealing her rounded, pert buttocks from the side – a truly seductive act.

This woman, named Momiji, was none other than the legendary "Dragon Priestess."

"Don't think you can do whatever you want forever! We, no, Sal will find... that woman who inherited the 'Thunder Bloodline' that stole power from the Demon God... sooner or later..." The demon roared hoarsely, the sharp, curved blade of his naginata snapping his spine. He could only straighten his back by the blade against his chest, unable even to turn his neck to look at the woman who had taken his life.

"We will make her give birth to a new Demon God for us... Pfft... Gaaaaaah!

The world ultimately belongs to our demon race..." The man let out his final roar! And as his voice faded, his life finally came to an end!

Hongye coldly stared at the demon before her. She had been lying in wait in this manor for a long time. Whether this demon had killed the previous monster, or tried to rape the poor girl who had been kidnapped, or even now, as she had personally killed this demon, her expression had not changed in the slightest. It was as if she had merely crushed an ant, without even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"This isn't it either..." Hongye pulled out the blood-stained weapon. She gently slung the huge naginata over her back, then turned around without a word, muttering to herself as if in self-hypnosis, "It doesn't matter, I will kill you all sooner or later! Those hateful demons must be completely wiped out!"

The night was still long, and so was our story. The priestess, twisted by the loss of the Dragon God's Fang, and the demons, who, though having lost their evil god, were trying to create a new one, had only just begun their struggle!

The key to everything lies with Raido, the ninja who stole the power of the demon god, and his daughter, Honoka Kousaka, from whom she inherited that evil power. The battle for her is now unfolding in the shadows.

[The End]

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