【Lamian Period】(1-6)

Author: Mask Word Count: 40160

Ram Chronicle Watch alone www movie online HD free version Mandarin version br/>Story Background:
Ram is a huge continent, almost covering 90% of the world's land area. Its shape resembles a huge and twisted clover.
Ram is a giant trading city located in the central part of the Ram continent. Sandwiched in the disputed area between three major powers, it was ruled a "free and independent city" 16 years ago (in 1884) and named after the continent. The distribution of power within the city is very complex. The three giant countries, Charon, Niel, and Fent, all have troops stationed in Ram. In order to balance the power of the three countries in the neutral zone, the first trilateral joint conference agreed that the troops stationed in Ram by the three countries must maintain the same number of troops, uniforms, military etiquette, and firepower. The only slight difference is the composition of their weaponry. Because it cannot surpass the other two countries in terms of the size of its troops, over time, the troops have become a burden on the country. In recent years, all three countries have tacitly reduced their troop expenditures, leading to rampant corruption and a sharp decline in combat effectiveness. Their embassies in Ram have become their primary interest representatives, vying for power on Ram's political and economic stage. Furthermore, while the embassies also serve as military supervisors, their actual effectiveness is minimal. They
have formed
a distorted network of relationships with business associations representing merchant groups, local gangs, and the local government and police. Moreover, Ram cannot possess armed forces; in addition to being prohibited from having an army, citizens are also forbidden from possessing gunpowder weapons and legally recognized alchemical agents and mutants. It is a neutral zone where money reigns supreme…
Charon, a vast military empire located in southern Ram. In 1600, after Emperor Lontel unified the small kingdoms of southern Ram, he established a constitutional monarchy, becoming a historically recognized wise ruler. Although the system is still in place today (1900), King Charonnia IV, as monarch, possesses the greatest real power since the inception of the constitutional system.
He held absolute power over the military and personnel appointments, implementing an iron-fisted rule and promoting a culture that valued strength above all else, while resisting aristocracy. This rendered the parliamentary group powerless, turning it into a puppet of the monarchy. In September 1889, a shocking event erupted nationwide. Members of parliament, dissatisfied with the emperor's autocratic rule, led a coup d'état, the 35-year-old Vice-Speaker of Parliament, Mrs. Lindsay (widowed in 1872). However, Speaker Tasmantal betrayed the coup to the emperor, leading to the arrest of almost all participating members of parliament. In October, the emperor ordered the extermination of the families involved in the coup. Due to the wide-ranging implications, even nobles with only familial ties were labeled as traitors, resulting in the near annihilation of the original imperial nobility. Public executions across the country continued until mid-December, when the emperor finally ordered an end to the massacres. The following January, the national calendar was changed to Charon Year 1.
Niel, a giant republic occupying the northeastern continent, has existed for 1900 years. Its cultural consciousness once swept across the entire continent; the cultural history of any nation is incomplete without Niel's culture. Even today, in 1900, Niel's language remains the common language of the continent, and its era names are still used by the various nations. Niel's calendar uses 30 days per month and 12 months per year. It enjoys great peace, having not experienced war for nearly a century. While powerful, it has no ambition for expansion and maintains a neutral foreign policy. However, a strange rumor has emerged in recent years: Niel's century of peace is actually a preparation for war, a plan to use this time to conquer the entire continent and revive the glory of the continent's three kingdoms a thousand years ago.
Fent, a united nation located at the western end of the Ram continent, was formed during a period of war by the union of small states at the western end of the continent. It established its military foundation through its unique alchemy technology, eventually becoming a nation. Abundant mineral resources spurred the development of alchemy, with alchemical products exported to various countries. However, because alchemical agents could also be used as weapons, exports were subject to joint control by Charon and Neill in 1865, causing trade to plummet. This led to domestic political instability and subsequent unrest. Various factions seized the opportunity to infiltrate and attempt to steal alchemical technology.
In this time of national crisis, an organization called "The Alchemists" suddenly emerged. Its members, using their cunning and skill, cooperated with the remaining united government to swiftly quell the internal strife, purge key departments of infiltrators, and stabilize the situation. They consolidated national power in just five years, a remarkably rapid pace. In 1884, at the first Tripartite Conference, the Alchemists secured for Fenton the legal export rights to alchemical agents, granting them equal rights in trade volume and export restrictions with other countries' arms trade.
However, this was the Alchemists' final stage. The following year, the "Alchemist" organization was completely banned, annihilated in a single year by the united government's crackdown. The general public, who viewed the "Alchemists" as national heroes, didn't even have time to react. Rumors then circulated that the "Alchemists" opposed excessive national expansion, suggesting a policy of domestic stability that contradicted the government's views, leading to their betrayal…
Alchemical Potions: In their long scientific research, the Fent people discovered and invented numerous potions with various unique effects. These were collectively known as alchemical potions, or simply alchemical drugs. Alienated Humans: Due to the needs of war, the Fent people first attempted to use alchemical potions to enhance the human body. After extensive experimentation and the sacrifice of many test subjects, the Fent people invented numerous alchemical potions for strengthening the human body. The duration of these potions varied, from a few minutes to a lifetime. Long-term users often gained physical abilities beyond those of ordinary people, but most experienced side effects. These human weapons were called Alienated Humans.
The mutants shone brightly in Fent's war of unification and became known to the world.
One continent: From 501 to 901 Neil, the entire continent was unified by Neil.
Chapter One: Childhood Sweethearts,
Section One
(October 5, 1900 Neil. Now, in a tavern in the slums of the free city of Ram)
"Simon may be a bastard, but he's a bastard who knows his limits. He's not like those third-rate thugs who are always wasting their time and never have enough to eat, nor is he like those stupid petty bosses who never know when to stop. For him, when he's hungry, simple food is more precious than gold; when he's thirsty, plain water is better than fine wine." In a corner of the tavern, a girl of about 20 years old, with her back to a group of burly men drinking in the tavern, spoke while pouring drinks at the bar.
"Huh? What does this have to do with payment?" A shifty-eyed man asked, sipping his cloudy wine.
"Big sister, isn't this just short-sightedness? You're too biased towards Simon. This womanizer caused such a big mess this time. If it weren't for your feelings for him——" A small bottle flew over. The man who was speaking clicked his tongue and quickly dodged, reaching out to catch it. Judging from his skillful movements, this wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this. With a "smack," the bottle hit him squarely in the face.
The others around burst into laughter.
"Strange, you usually manage to dodge it?" The surrounding people laughed again.
"I usually let you dodge it on purpose," a slightly older-looking man said while drinking. "Why bring up something you shouldn't." "
What do you mean short-sightedness? I was just using a metaphor, a metaphor! Do you understand?" The girl who had been pouring the wine turned around gracefully, hands on her hips, frowning as she spoke.
"Yes, yes. That brat Simon dared to treat you like that, and you're still going to defend him? Why don't you get him drunk and let you have your way with him—" Before she could finish speaking, there was another familiar "slap." The people around shook their heads, already used to it.
"Don't mention Simon again. Your task now is to do your own thing and keep a close eye on those outsiders. I have a bad feeling lately." The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly changed. The girl who had just been laughing and joking with the men instantly transformed, her face filled with murderous intent. Most people would have been frightened. But the men seemed used to it, their smiles fading as they nodded to each other, put down their glasses, and dispersed through the main entrance.
"I feel bad too, Haiya. Although things haven't changed much in the neighborhood these past few years, everyone has been happy and fulfilled. But the things that have happened recently... I really don't know how long this can last."
The older man was the last to stand up, smiling and giving Haiya a comforting look before slowly walking towards the door.
"Morton, I know it's selfish to say this. But no matter what happens, I'll be with Simon." The girl crossed her arms and lowered her head as she spoke.
"..." The man named Morton remained silent. He nodded to the girl named Haiya at the door and walked out of the tavern.
"Oh dear, what a waste of two bottles of wine. We'll charge them next time." The girl switched back to her usual business smile, patted her face, and hung a "Open for Business" sign at the shop entrance.
(Nil, October 2, 1900. Three days earlier, the slums.)
Simon was curious.
The slums were a huge shantytown in the southwest corner of Ram, a small area that stood out starkly from Ram, a metropolis renowned for its wealth, and had always been a headache for the Ram government.
Because of its proximity to the southwestern border, foreigners from Fent and Charon frequently complained to the local police station. The complaints were mostly about petty theft and robbery. Petty—at least that's what the local police officers thought. The Ram government had even sent people to carry out clean-up operations in the slums. Unfortunately, besides being a breeding ground for thieves, the slums were also known for their winding alleys that made escape easy and their uneven terrain unsuitable for pursuit.
Add
that the combination of enthusiastic smiles, intoxicating liquor, and red envelopes found in one's belongings when sober, and the crackdown would fizzle out, becoming an annual year-end routine. Every year in early December, the "crackdown" personnel would move into the slums for a month-long operation. Everyone would naturally cooperate by temporarily "suspending business," engaging in more legitimate activities. For example, brewing bootlegging, repairing pickpocketing gear, or sharpening robbery knives. The government officials and soldiers supposedly "stationed" in the slums were actually stationed in their military camps at least half a mile away. Their presence in the slums was merely to purchase scarce goods not included in ordinary soldiers' rations, such as tobacco, liquor, and women with attractive faces and more shapely figures.
Therefore, their presence seemed highly illogical.
First of all, it was October. Secondly, although these men were cloaked and hooded, their gait, shoes, and Simon's probing reactions as he deliberately passed by indicated that they were well-trained soldiers. Even more intriguing was the fact that their leader was a woman. Although half her face was hidden by the hood and her figure by the cloak, it was easy to see that she possessed an extraordinary air and was undoubtedly beautiful. Her every move suggested a very good figure and skillful agility. These men treated their leader with utmost respect, showing no sign of frivolity. It was clear that these nine soldiers were not local ruffians, nor were they mercenaries. Sixteen years ago, Ram was declared a "free and independent city" by the Tripartite Conference, meaning that Charon, Fent, and Niel had reached an agreement stripping Ram of its right to be a complete "nation." Ram could not possess an army; these elite soldiers must be the heart and soul of the central government. And that woman—though her background was unclear, her rank was certainly high. Being sent to such a place meant she had an unusual mission.
Caution, caution, and no rash actions were advised. Countless thoughts flashed through Simon's mind. Simon was usually a meticulous person, never overlooking details that ordinary people would easily miss, and his plans for everyone were notoriously thorough. But 17-year-old Simon was in the prime of his youth, just like any other 17-year-old in the slums: curious, greedy, and lustful. Only, Simon was far smarter than the average boy.
These ten men were definitely easy prey. Not counting the money on them (these kinds of people weren't there for leisure but for business; to do business, you need money, and their masters must be very wealthy), just look at their attire. Even their ten hooded cloaks were top-of-the-line. Simon had examined them closely as he passed by; the cloaks were flawless, without a single seam. These weren't ordinary soldiers' cloaks; they were high-grade military protective gear.
Therefore, the military boots and other equipment peeking out from under the cloaks must also be of high quality. The most alluring thing, of course, was the beautiful woman. Just thinking about the stunning face he'd caught glimpses of as he walked by made Simon's heart pound. Every year, several rape cases occurred in the slums, but they were always swept under the rug—Haiya never disturbed these criminals' fun. She also never demanded that her men suppress their normal physiological needs. This was one of the reasons why Haiya, as a woman, could maintain her position as the leader. A mature woman with exceptional beauty and a hot figure, and of high status, possibly even a military officer—this was far too much for a 17-year-old boy, both physically and mentally.
Even Simon, a clever boy, whose principles of caution and discretion were swayed by his inner desires, found himself unable to resist.
The group of
ten settled into the only inn in the slums. Located on the south side of the slums, the inn was small; the ten people occupied four rooms, taking up most of the inn. The woman in charge had a single room upstairs, while the remaining nine occupied three large rooms on the ground floor.
Simon stood out too much in the nearly deserted inn. Aside from overhearing a few whispers on the roof, he couldn't glean anything else and almost got discovered by the woman. Simon had no choice but to leave and think of another way.
In fact, it was strange enough for an inn to exist in the slums. The inn had almost no customers throughout the year, except in October when some philandering soldiers would sneak in with women for the night. A normal inn simply couldn't survive. However, the true owner of the inn wasn't the yawning old man at the front desk, but Haiya. Two years ago, Simon discovered some discrepancies in the inn's accounts and mentioned it to Haiya. Haiya, unusually, changed the subject in front of Simon. Increasingly curious, Simon investigated on his own. Since then, Simon had turned a blind eye to Haiya's affairs, pretending to be as close to her as before in public, but becoming extremely cold and even verbally abusive when alone with her.
One night, Simon went alone to Haiya's tavern. Simon, who never drank, downed most of the tavern's strongest liquor in one gulp and began frantically tearing at Haiya's clothes. Haiya initially resisted desperately, but Simon's skills had improved significantly in the past two years, and she was no match for him. Simon found an opportunity to tie her hands behind her back and push her to the ground. Simon roughly ripped off Haiya's outer garment and then pulled out the dagger Haiya had given her, slashing her undershirt to shreds. Haiya gave up resisting at this point. She had long been mentally prepared to have sex with Simon, but she never imagined that her first time with him would begin like this. Simon grabbed the shredded shirt and ripped out the pieces of fabric that were pressing down on Haiya. Now Haiya was only wearing a bra. Haiya took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. Simon had never seen her breasts before; would he not like them? Without time to think, Simon had already cut the bra and pulled out Haiya's breasts. Haya closed her eyes, quietly awaiting the coming storm. But half a day passed, and Simon merely clutched his breasts tightly, making no further move.
Suspicious, Haya opened her eyes to see Simon's expression growing increasingly grim. Simon remained motionless, staring intently at her breasts. Simon's grip tightened, squeezing Haya's breasts until they were distorted.
Haiya felt excruciating pain in her breasts and couldn't help but scream. Simon, already distraught, was jolted awake by Haiya's scream. All the questions he wanted to ask came out as, "Haiya, are you still—" Simon took a breath, looking at the bewildered Haiya, and finished the question, enunciating each word clearly, "—a virgin?" Tears welled up in Haiya's eyes, and her body went limp. Haiya turned her head away, avoiding Simon's gaze. Simon pinched Haiya's nipple hard, pressing her further, "Haiya, tell me, are you a virgin?" Haiya's chest heaved with anger, tears welling in her eyes, but she remained silent.
Until Haiya felt Simon was about to rip her nipple off, she finally couldn't hold back any longer, straightened her upper body, opened her eyes, and yelled at Simon, "I'm not!"
Only then did Haiya realize that the Simon she knew so well was now crying like a child. Simon, utterly exhausted, buried his face in Haiya's chest and wept. After a while, Simon untied Haiya, who was bound behind her back, and stood up. He turned away, desperately avoiding eye contact with her body. Haiya lay motionless on the ground, one hand covering her chest, the other shielding her eyes. The two remained frozen in this position until the sky began to lighten. Simon shouted at Haiya, "Ugly freak!" and stormed out.
For a while afterward, their relationship became strange. Those around them noticed something amiss, but Haiya brushed it off. Of course, everyone could see how much Haiya loved Simon, so they simply assumed it was a lovers' quarrel and didn't pry.
Two nights ago, Simon suddenly knocked on the tavern door. For the past two years, Simon hadn't come to see her alone in the middle of the night. "Haiya, open the door, it's me." Hearing Simon's slightly excited voice, Haiya paused for half a minute before quickly jumping out of bed. "Please wait a moment, I'm getting dressed." Haiya called downstairs while hurriedly tidying up her room. She put away the dagger she had oiled and left to dry by the window before bed, sorted out the accounts spread out on the table, and there was a pile of reports submitted by her subordinates on her desk (Haiya required all her subordinates to be literate, which had previously given them a headache). She didn't have time to sort them out, so she opened the box next to her where she kept her clothes and swept all the reports inside. "Right, I can't wear this old-fashioned nightgown," Haiya opened the box she had just closed and pulled out a bright red, wide-necked nightgown made by Neil. She took off her old pajamas and stuffed them into the closet. Haiya glanced at herself in the full-length mirror by the bed, then stamped her feet in frustration
. "Even underwear won't do!" There was no time to change. Haiya gritted her teeth, ripped off her bra, and kicked her panties off the floor, sending them both off the bed. Just as Haiya was about to put on the sexy nightgown, she heard the door open. The nightgown was only up to her neck; Haiya was still completely naked, facing the door. Hearing the door open, Haiya froze, unsure what to do. With the
nightgown still over her head, she couldn't see what was happening at the doorway. After the door opened, there was no movement. "That means he's been watching." Haiya's face was probably redder than the nightgown itself.
Simon had seen Haiya naked more than once, and Haiya was confident in her figure, but that didn't mean she wanted Simon to stare at her like that. Before she could say anything, Simon spoke first: "I need you to help me investigate a group of ten people who are currently staying at your run-down hotel." Simon finished speaking and stomped downstairs.
If Simon wanted, he could walk without making a sound. The sound of his footsteps was clearly to let her know he was gone, meaning he had been watching her…
These past two years, Simon had become increasingly lecherous, yet he was only interested in her… Thinking of this, Haiya's eyes stung. She quickly put on her pajamas, mustered her courage, and rushed to the window, wanting to confront Simon.
From the window came Simon's voice: "Among those ten people, the leader is a woman, and she has a much better figure than you."
"…", Haiya grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it out the window, speechless with anger for a long time, then kicked the trunk hard, creating a hole.
Simon hadn't gone far; he was currently squatting in the shadows of a dark alley next to the tavern, reminiscing about the past.
It wasn't that Hya wasn't pretty, nor that her figure lacked femininity, nor that Simon wasn't interested in women, nor did he have a virginity complex. Simon's first experience was with a woman named Hannah—Hannah was a female thief from the slums, Hya's trusted henchman.
Over the past two years, Simon had had numerous sexual encounters with women in the slums, including Hannah. Almost none of the pretty girls over 15 in the slums were virgins. Even if they were, they or their families would find a suitable buyer in a brothel to sell their virginity for a good price. Every time Simon did this, someone would report him to Hya. Everyone was puzzled as to why Hya tolerated Simon's philandering repeatedly. The
women in the slums were naturally afraid of Hya causing trouble, but Simon was the most handsome young man in the slums, and he was indeed skilled at seducing women; no one could resist his charm. Even when Simon patronized prostitutes, they never charged him. The women who had relations with Simon weren't bad-looking, but most were far less attractive than Hya. Few among them were more beautiful than Hya; their breasts were fuller, rounder, and firmer, and their legs longer and straighter. Hya was very skilled; long-term training had given her a more toned figure than the average woman, without an ounce of excess fat. Hya's abdomen, legs, and breasts were the envy of all women of average appearance. However, since that incident two years ago, Hya's body held no attraction for Simon anymore.
Hya had lost both her parents at a young age and ran the tavern alone. She met Simon when she was 10 years old. Eight-year-old Simon had collapsed in a garbage dump next to the tavern and was taken in by Hya, and they had lived together ever since. When Simon woke up, he refused to speak, but Hya didn't ask anything; she simply cared for him diligently for two months. After two months, Hya learned Simon's name and age. Afterward, Hya taught him martial arts and survival skills. Hya's feelings for Simon went far beyond those between family members. As they grew older, Hya became increasingly open about her feelings for Simon. Simon also loved Hya deeply; no other woman could compare to her in his heart. However, because they had spent so much time together since childhood, and lacked the right atmosphere and opportunity, Simon never took the final step with Hya.
Two years ago, Simon inadvertently discovered a secret relationship between Hya and the Ram City Merchants' Association.
Since then, Simon has come to understand many things, including why Hya could become the leader of the slums at such a young age, why she could run a hotel that was perpetually empty of customers, and many other things.
Chapter Two: A Feast of Debauchery,
Section One
(One day in June 1898, two years ago)
That night, Hya, alone in a cloak carrying a black leather trunk, boarded a black carriage and left the slums. Although Hya kept her cloak tightly closed, Simon noticed that underneath she was wearing a sexy top that she never wore, even when they were alone.
A few days earlier, Simon had secretly approached Hannah to discuss the matter and asked her to secretly investigate any leads. Hannah, one of Hya's trusted subordinates, was initially puzzled as to why Simon would seek her help—he usually went directly to Hya. Simon confided all his suspicions to Hannah and asked for her assistance in investigating the matter. Hannah readily agreed to gather information for him. Early that morning, Hannah personally came to inform Simon to prepare. The two donned practical gear and had been waiting at Hya's tavern, which also served as her residence, since noon.
Simon and Hannah exchanged a glance under the moonlight and quietly followed the carriage a short distance behind. Soon, the carriage arrived at a merchant guild hall located east of the slums, in the southern suburbs of Ram City. Haiya alighted alone and entered the hall through the main entrance. Simon hid on the roof of a nearby building, not daring to enter. He wasn't afraid of the guild hall's guards; their shoddy defenses were practically invisible to him. He was just afraid his suspicions would come true; he still clung to a sliver of hope that the nightmare would be delayed, even if only for one night.
"Silly boy, what could Haiya possibly want? Haiya is two years older than you, she's 19. It's normal for her to have some social interactions. Let me watch the main entrance, you go around and watch the back door. Your Haiya misses you so much, maybe she'll sneak out the back door soon." Hannah, seemingly understanding Simon's thoughts, approached, her tone a mix of comfort and teasing.
Simon, increasingly agitated, slipped away from Hannah and secretly sneaked to the other side of the Chamber of Commerce.
He waited alone at the back door until dawn before Haya emerged. From the shadows, Simon could see clearly: her gait was unsteady, her breathing somewhat disordered, her clothes disheveled under her cloak, and the once-fitting, sexy top was now loose at the chest, revealing that Haya wasn't wearing a bra. Haya was in excellent physical condition; she must have been engaged in strenuous activity since the previous night to appear so exhausted. Watching all this, an unprecedented emotion welled up within Simon—disgust, resentment, a touch of bewilderment, followed by an overwhelming surge of anger, a resentment that would drive him mad if left unvented. He felt betrayed, betrayed by Haya.
He had been betrayed once before when he was eight, and Haya had saved him then. From that moment on, Haya had become his pillar of support, his reason for living. Now, Haiya was gone too, and there was nothing left for him to live for. He pulled out the dagger Haiya had given him from his pocket; the dagger was incredibly sharp. When Haiya gave him the dagger, she had told him that killing should always be a last resort, and she hoped he would never have to use it. Simon felt very sorry for Haiya; he had never disobeyed her. This time, he would make an exception. No, Simon thought again, Haiya betrayed him first; he had nothing to do wrong her.
After waiting another quarter of an hour, three more middle-aged men came out of the back door. A large, stout man struggled to climb onto a large carriage bearing the emblem of the Chamber of Commerce, and the other two followed. The carriage headed towards the city of Ram. Simon couldn't wait to meet Hannah and followed alone. He kept his distance from the carriage, looking for an opportunity to strike. The woods in the suburbs, the low houses in the outer city, and the brick buildings in the inner city would all be cover for Simon. Like the wind, swift and silent, no one could stop him, and no one could see him. Simon had never felt so light, so sharp. To him, the three beasts in the carriage were already dead.
Right, they were beasts, so what was Haiya? A sow? Simon couldn't help but smile bitterly at the thought.
The carriage stopped briefly at a post station in the outer city, where the attendant sprayed water on the overheated steel axles and checked the carriage's condition. After the short stop, the group set off again towards the inner city. Simon seized the opportunity to quietly slip under the carriage, waiting for his chance to strike.
The roads in the outer city were poor, but the merchant guild carriage, larger than usual, moved with ease, speeding steadily along the yellow-white dirt road. The three people inside were still savoring the revelry of not long ago.
"That woman this time was absolutely amazing."
"Of course, the women I recommend are never mediocre."
"Her figure is indeed outstanding, but what does she do? I've been with many women, and that kind of figure doesn't lie. Even a slender ordinary girl could never have that kind of well-trained waist and legs. Besides, she's very young, which rules out the possibility that she's a soldier." The voice of this man was the most distinctive among the three, very magnetic.
"Well said, no wonder you're an expert at playing with women."
"Oh? I'd like to hear more." "
What I said earlier wasn't clear enough. Even female soldiers might not have such a well-proportioned figure. The first time I saw her, I knew her body must be exceptional. When she took off her coat, I noticed how long, slender, and strong her legs were. The tight-fitting top was also the finishing touch, showcasing her figure to the fullest extent. Was it your idea to have her wear a tight-fitting top?"
Simon could hear the three men talking clearly from under the car. A tight-fitting top, and one that exposed her legs. Those were specially made by Hya for the women in the gang; they were very practical for movement.
"It wasn't my idea."
"Maybe she prepared them herself?"
"If this girl prepared them herself, then she must be a very experienced woman who understands men very well."
"That's not surprising; these women from the slums are born prostitutes."
"She's not a virgin anymore; I've slept with her countless times."
Hearing this, Simon's heart skipped a beat and began to pound wildly. How long had Hya been doing this? "I was initially disappointed when I saw her in the bodysuit, but when she took it off, I admit I was stunned for a few seconds. I hadn't felt that surge of desire in a long time. Bodysuits can indeed alter a woman's figure, but once they're off, her true form is revealed. No matter how good her actual figure is, it can't compare to how she looks in the bodysuit. That's why I don't like women wearing bodysuits when I'm with them. But this girl's figure was exactly the same as the bodysuit's shape. She had almost no excess fat, and more importantly, the muscle definition didn't detract from her beauty. I've only ever met one woman like that." "
You mean your secretary? Oh, right, since we're talking about muscles. Last time he suddenly had the idea to play with a woman with a strong physique and asked me to find one for him."
"Shut up! You actually managed to find a woman like that? She's stronger than the bodyguard standing guard at my door."
"I went to great lengths to find him a female officer, and she was quite pretty, not too bulky. I even personally delivered her to his residence, but when he saw her, instead of thanking me, he yelled at me." "
Enough of that. I knew it the moment I touched her butt. Women like that are unresponsive; their butts are as hard as bricks, and she wasn't a virgin." "
Complaints aside, there wasn't time to find other women. He had someone take me away and then dragged the woman upstairs."
"I touched her for a while, but she didn't react at all. She was dry and tight inside, and I ejaculated after a few thrusts. After I finished, she actually stood at attention and saluted me! She even asked me with a cold smile, 'Can I leave now?'" "
The other two burst into laughter.
'She's unlucky. If she hadn't been so ungrateful, none of this would have happened.'
'I grabbed a vase from the side and smashed it. Who does she think she is, daring to ask me, 'Can we leave now?' Who does she think she is?' 'If
he didn't want to go, he called everyone in the villa and tied the female officer's hands and feet to two pillars in the hall. Every male in the manor, without exception, went to have sex with her.' '
Including my dog and horse.' '
The woman's screams were so loud I could hear them. I rushed back to his manor and saw two hunting dogs, one in front and one behind, having sex with her. I told him to gag her immediately.'"
"I regret it now, it's a pity I didn't hear the sound of her filthy mouth. Eight hunting dogs took her four rounds, then I had someone bring a horse. I wanted to see how long this bitch could stay hard." "
After that, the two of us sat down to drink and watch. His men injected that thoroughbred with aphrodisiacs, and the horse's penis was frighteningly large. Plus, the woman's vagina was very tight, and his men stood on both sides and tried to pry her genitals open with their hands, but they couldn't insert the whip. Later, I came up with a plan: I tied the horse to the woman's back, placed the whip at the entrance of her vagina, and then whipped the horse. Unexpectedly, the horse was quite cooperative, and with a whoosh, it went in, making a mess of blood."
"While you were setting this up, that filthy woman kept staring at me, it gave me the creeps."
"That woman was really tough. The aphrodisiac was too strong; the horse was charging around like a madman, almost snapping the reins. For the first few minutes, she was so overwhelmed she was rolling her eyes back, still cursing intermittently.
I watched the horse thrusting her enormous breasts up and down, and I got excited, aiming at those breasts and whipping them several times.
He sat to the side of the woman, constantly whipping the horse. In the end, the horse took almost ninety minutes to finish, and with each slap of the whip inside the woman's belly, a pool of blood would be drawn. Who knew that after being done like that, the woman still—" "
She still had the strength to curse me and even grabbed my pants."
"I really admire her. Losing so much blood, yet still conscious."
"I felt a surge of heat up at that moment, and I didn't even feel sleepy anymore."
"It wasn't you who did it, what's there to be sleepy about?" The other two burst into laughter again.
"She probably doesn't understand. Once she's in my hands, no matter her identity, she's just a piece of my flesh. I can cut her up however I want, and prepare her however I want." "
Afterwards, I treated the woman's wounds and gave her some nutrients and blood-regenerating agents.
It was only the middle of the night. He called me to go with him and the woman in a carriage to another place." "
Section Two
: "We were going to tie the woman up, but she actually asked to put on her military uniform and walk herself.
Her bra and panties were left in the upstairs room. She just wore the uniform, walked straight out the door, got into the carriage, and sat there." "
So composed. I think this woman has already come to her senses." The man who had been silent until now, interrupted, finally spoke, his tone full of admiration.
"Of course, she thinks she bears the fate of 'the entire family.'"
Ram has no army; this female officer could only be from the Ram army stationed by the three major powers. The man speaking must be a courier who specializes in sourcing women for high-ranking officials. The other speaker, with a heavy, hoarse voice, must be the fat man, undoubtedly a powerful official in the chamber of commerce. Although this errand boy was constantly flattering the other two, the fact that his residence wasn't far from the high-ranking official's mansion suggested that while his status was lower than theirs, he was no ordinary person either.
"That place is a bit far, it took almost half an hour to get there. He didn't stop for the whole way."
"I'm still furious. That slut's been fucked raw, and she's still acting all high and mighty with me." "
As soon as he got on the bus, he dragged that woman off her seat and made her kneel on the ground."
"Why was she sitting?"
"He made that woman stick her ass up and put her hands on the ground, then lit a cigarette and put his feet on her back.
After a while, he stepped on her neck and pressed her face to the ground, then sat down on her big, sticking-out ass." "
That bitch definitely did it on purpose, I fell to the ground with a thud."
"Maybe you were too heavy?" Simon thought, this pimp can joke about his clients, his status can't be too low.
"Bullshit. That woman was asking for trouble." "
He asked the driver for a whip, then pulled down the woman's pants and stuffed it in her mouth, making her stay in the same position, and whipped her ass until we arrived."
"Only then did this slut realize how powerful I was, and she just lay there motionless while I whipped her."
"When we were almost there, he stubbed out his cigarette on the woman's butt and told her to put her pants back on. When she spat them out, I saw that the sturdy military pants were almost torn apart in her mouth."
"She made me take the woman and follow him into a dark room in the basement of the guild hall."
"That was the guild's punishment room. When I opened the door and lit the stove, that arrogant slut immediately stood frozen at the door."
"You call that a punishment room? That's a torture chamber. Our equipment there probably isn't as complete as yours."
Simon understood that police officers in Ram were not allowed to set up private torture chambers. This pimp must be a high-ranking military officer!
An officer who can secretly mobilize female officers from foreign troops and has a residence within Ram territory—his identity is already very narrowed down. What's noteworthy is why he's so subservient to the two Rams.
"We spent the entire second half of the night dealing with this woman. I pretended not to know anything about her, interrogating her about who she was, where she came from, and whether she had any special mission."
The troops from the three major powers stationed in Ram wore identical uniforms, gave Ram salutes, and spoke standard Nie, to show equality.
So her previous actions hadn't revealed much about her true identity.
"I also pretended not to know anything and deliberately lied so the female soldier could hear."
"He's quick-witted; he loudly told me that the woman was brought by a middleman and that he didn't know anything about her."
"So what did you do after that?" The man who had been silent became interested and pressed for details.
The man who spoke the least must be of higher status than the two men, Simon thought.
"Later, I heard there was an unexpected surprise. I was thirsty, so you told him to speak, but I went out halfway through and haven't had a chance to continue. Tell us in detail." The fat man stopped and started gulping down water.
"Then let me speak." The officer also drank some water and then spoke for 20 minutes straight. They stripped the female officer of her uniform and tied her up. Then they used all sorts of torture instruments to interrogate the woman. The woman remained silent at first, only letting out screams after being subjected to severe torture. They spent the rest of the night forcing the woman to reveal her identity and background. Whenever she fainted from the pain, they would splash salt water on her to wake her up.
"When she fainted for the tenth time, it was almost dawn. There was no light outside in the basement, so I lied to the woman and said we had plenty of time, and the night was only half over."
"Standard military interrogation methods," the highest-ranking man said approvingly.
"Yes, I don't believe there are any secrets in this world that can't be extracted through torture. At that time, although this woman still refused to say anything, I clearly saw that her eyes had changed. Years of experience in interrogation have taught me that it's the kind of look that only someone who has a secret in their heart would have." "
I've been upstairs sleeping for half the night, and you still haven't gotten anything out of me." The fat man, who had been silent all along, interrupted him.
"I admit this woman's endurance is truly remarkable. At that moment, I was certain: this woman definitely has something going on."
"Oh, how so?"
"I've met quite a few female soldiers, and she's not the most stubborn one. I once interrogated a female spy from Neil, but in the end, I couldn't get any information out of her. That spy had a model's figure, but her body was nowhere near as muscular as this woman's. For the first few days of torture, she kept a cold, stern face and didn't utter a word. Later, I injected her with an aphrodisiac, and the entire interrogation team took turns with her for a day and a night before she started panting." — He narrowed down the possibilities again, ruling out the possibility that this man belonged to Neil's garrison.
"Couldn't get anything out of her? Didn't you say…" The fat man beside him sounded somewhat gloating.
"At that time, I hadn't even used half of my criminal law. Later, she died mysteriously in her cell, and the coroner found an overdose of aphrodisiacs in her system—I'm sure that wasn't her real cause of death—otherwise, I wouldn't have been sent here to serve as a garrison."
"You're just being smug, aren't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have earned this much money in your entire life."
"That's right, that's right, I thank you both for your appreciation."
"Get to the point." The highest-ranking person beside him was getting impatient.
"Alright, was that woman Neil I mentioned earlier considered skilled at enduring torture?"
"Of course. Although you didn't thoroughly interrogate her, it must have been incredibly difficult. She remained completely silent, and you couldn't extract anything from her. The female officer in the Chamber of Commerce's disciplinary room last month probably couldn't do that." "
No, no, no, sir, you misunderstand. Whether someone makes a sound during torture—whether they curse the interrogator or scream—and how loud they are, none of that matters. It has little to do with the victim's physical strength, willpower, or whether information can be extracted."
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After he left, I tried no fewer than twenty different torture devices on that woman, consistently questioning her about three things: which country's garrison she was from, her background, and her ulterior motives? As an ordinary female officer assigned to the Ram garrison, would she really go to such lengths to conceal her nationality or origin? There must be other secrets besides her identity." "
But some people value dignity more than life."
"That's right, but she could sit in our carriage without batting an eye after being gang-raped by men, dogs, and horses for half the night." "
...That only shows she didn't value her own body."
"Yes, I forgot to tell you, I actually know her background. She was kidnapped and raped when she was in the Central Army. So I wanted to test her further. I chained her neck and made her lie on the ground squealing like a pig, or I whipped her buttocks with a steel whip; I made her give me a blowjob with her big breasts, or I burned the needle marks on her breasts with cigarette butts. Those big breasts had at least twenty or forty or fifty holes from the needles."
"You forced her to choose between dignity and her body?"
Simon, under the car, was terrified. Not long ago, Haiya had willingly given her body to such a group of people. Was Haiya injured? Thinking of this, Simon forced himself to dismiss the thought: even if Haiya was tortured by them, it was her own fault.
Section Three
. "That's right. Her dignity was trampled upon, or her body was tortured; she could only choose one." "
Then?"
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha," the officer in the car let out that sharp, chilling laughter for the first time, sending shivers down one's spine. "Too bad you didn't see her crawling on her knees, making pig-like noises as she dragged her still-bleeding knees and calves to my feet. I took off my clothes and sat on the torture bench, and she held her breasts, riddled with needle marks, and gave me a blowjob. I kept urging her on, whipping her buttocks, telling her to clench her fists, and she strained her large breasts until they bled. I deliberately ejaculated on the ground and told her to lick it clean, which she did."
"..."
"..." The other two were speechless.
"It was truly unexpected. Not only did she not care about her own body, but she didn't even care about her so-called dignity at that time.
She must have sensed something to choose to keep the secret by sacrificing herself like this. She was completely different from when she was at your residence. You should really appreciate how miserable she was when she served me. I believe she could have easily obeyed my demands in a more perfunctory way, but she chose a relatively more painful method." "
Perhaps she had already broken down."
"No, I can read a lot from a person's eyes. She thought we either just wanted to play around or had given up on continuing the torture. Making her kneel down and squeal like a pig, performing breast sex, and licking semen were just ordinary men venting their desires. She must have been thinking: as long as I satisfy me as much as possible, and then reveal my background and origins, I can escape that day." "
But she was wrong. She had fallen into my trap. Afterwards, I didn't let her go, nor did I return to the military camp.
I decided to continue using this torture room."
"You woke me up. I'm not as free as you; I have work to do at the Chamber of Commerce. I agreed to lend him the house for a day. Then I left."
"After seeing him off, I rested for a while and went back to the basement. I smiled and said to the female officer, 'It's dawn.' Usually, they're brought out to play and sent back at dawn. She looked relieved. Just as she was about to stand up, I kicked her down and strapped her to a rack that hadn't been used the night
before." "I asked her if she was upset about what had happened." "
She closed her eyes. I hate prisoners who don't look me in the eye, so I ordered her to open them. She tried to turn her head, but because her hair was strapped to the center of the beam, her neck couldn't move freely. Her body started trembling, and she said to me, 'Before, you and that pig—'" He paused here, probably to check the expression on the fat man's face.
"—And what that pig did to me—" She took a deep breath, looked me in the eye, and said, "—It was your order and right, sir, and I obeyed without question." "
I was stunned for a few seconds. I continued to ask her, "Then why were you trembling?"
"She actually said it was because she was excited by being favored by the sir."
"She could still be so stubborn then?" The fat man beside her was a little incredulous. "You didn't send her back, and you played with her to this extent. If you can't get anything out of her in the end, she will definitely report you when she gets back."
"If I really can't get anything out of her in the end, she will definitely be tortured to death in that torture chamber. There will be no consequences. I will report that she escaped."
Hearing this, Simon became even more agitated. Simon desperately tried to get rid of all thoughts related to Haiya in his mind, tried to regulate his breathing, and listened carefully to this devilish man tell the story to the end.

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