In the last chapter of the fairy tale

In the first chapter

of the fairy tale, "Margaret!", Snow White saw Prince Charming striding towards her from afar. She winked at Cinderella, quickly put down her brush, and bowed respectfully. Prince Charming glared at her and Cinderella beside him. "I've called you so many times, why didn't you answer me?" "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you..." Snow White lowered her head, her fair skin flushed with nervousness, her large, bright eyes filled with excessive fear, her small, red lips trembling, and her slightly disheveled black hair that covered one eye, but it did not obscure her stunning beauty. Margaret's features were lively, and every gesture exuded an endearing charm, making it hard not to want to kiss her. "I know you wouldn't dare." Prince Charming tossed his golden hair, took the reins of his beloved pure white, strong, and tall horse, and said coldly. "I'm going out to hunt swans. You all stay home and watch the house." "Open the gate." Cinderella ordered the servants to open the fence around the stable. The prince on the white horse spurred his horse and galloped away without looking back, leaving behind a cloud of dust. "Cinderella, let's go have breakfast." Their expressions relaxed as the prince left. Snow White turned back and smiled at her. "Okay, sister." Cinderella tied her bright red hair into a ponytail and happily took Margaret's hand as they left the stable and headed for the hall. "Where's Aurora?" Halfway through breakfast, Margaret casually asked the servant beside her. "She's probably still sleeping." A plump figure suddenly appeared beside Cinderella. It was her fairy godmother. She sat down with a smile, picked up Cinderella's juice, and took a big gulp. "Lost again?" Cinderella glared at her, noticing the heavy bags under her eyes; she must have stayed up all night playing mahjong with the three guardian fairies again. "It's alright," she chuckled awkwardly, quickly changing the subject, "You guys went to help him tidy up the stables again this morning?" "Yes, I wonder who the next princess to suffer will be?" Margaret Lisa smiled bitterly, not particularly heartbroken. When she first entered the palace, the handsome, charming prince who doted on her was long gone. Within months of entering the palace, the prince began seeking a second spring in his life. While she minded his infidelity, she could barely tolerate it. What she couldn't accept was his arrogance, pride, and volatile temper; he always treated her like a servant. Currently, Philip's favorites were Ariel and Aurora, but even so, these two beauties couldn't satisfy him. So he still told other women he was an unmarried prince and then hunted his prey. Margaret Lisa wasn't jealous; in fact, she was numb to it all. How could she have ever fallen for someone like that? "Sister... have you considered what we suggested to you back then?" Cinderella frowned, her voice earnest. "You mean leaving here?" Margaret shook her head. "I don't know who I can rely on... where can I go if I leave here?" "Aurora and I have the protection of a fairy godmother; he can't do anything to us," Cinderella said. "But you're different from us, sister. You have no one to rely on. How long do you want to live like this?" "Margaret, don't you have a group of children living in the forest?" the Fairy Godmother suggested. "Why don't you go and seek refuge with them?" "The seven dwarfs..." Snow White sighed, a slight smile spreading across her white face. "I do miss them a little... but it's been so long. I'm afraid I'll get lost." "You don't need to worry about that. I heard there's a guide living in the forest west of the castle who helps people find their way." The one who answered this time was none other than Aurora, who had just woken up. Her golden hair was loose, and she walked down the stairs naked. Aurora's long, golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, its disheveled appearance adding a touch of decadent sexiness. Her large, bright, deep blue eyes blinked as if they could speak, and her full, moist lips made her a true beauty. Compared to Margaret Lisa's delicate features, Aurora possessed a more unrestrained beauty. Not to mention her ample breasts, full, white, and perky, with small, adorable pink nipples. Her voluptuous, curvaceous figure was the envy of many, and only someone with such a physique dared to so openly display her body. "You slept naked again...you'll catch a cold!" Cinderella scolded Aurora, then continued, "Sister, how do you feel?" "We'll protect you...and we'll have servants send you living expenses regularly. We absolutely won't let you suffer, sister," Aurora said, tenderly holding Margaret Lisa's hand. "Thank you all for thinking of me so much..." Aurora stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then decided, "Alright... I'll be off now!" "Remember to say goodbye to Ariel at the aquarium, she'll miss you terribly." Aurora patted Margaret Lisa. "I'll pack your belongings." "Phillip shouldn't be back until tonight," Cinderella said. "Be sure to let us know if there are any problems. We'll protect you." 　　　　　*** *** *** *** After saying goodbye to Margaret Lisa, Aurora went back to her room in the attic, a smug look on her face. "Aurora, what's making you so happy?" the red guardian fairy asked first. "Nothing much, just finally got rid of that woman, it feels so good." Aurora rolled around on the bed. "Don't say that. She's your sister. She didn't mistreat you when you entered the castle, did she?" "I'm a princess of a kingdom. I should be her equal. What right do I have to call her sister? Snow White, Snow White, she's an ugly duckling!" Aurora cursed indignantly. "That country bumpkin Cinderella is fine, she just has an extra servant." "Now she's gone, just as you wanted?" The green guardian fairy frowned and smiled bitterly. "It's better she left, so you won't bully her again." "Heh, that's why I handed her over to that 'guide'." After saying that, Aurora laughed triumphantly. "Aurora! You've gone too far!" The red fairy couldn't help but get angry. "Don't worry... she won't die." Aurora's eyes were lewd. "Maybe she's enjoying it right now." 　　　　　*** *** *** *** The dark and eerie forest was filled with towering trees that grew densely intertwined. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, and the only sound in the quiet was the cacophony of insects. Margaretia pulled her robe tighter to keep from the cold, damp air. She tried to follow the paths people had taken, following the sparse patches of grass, but the forest was so vast that even the slightest traces of cartwheels and footprints were extremely rare. She could only rely on her instincts, hoping to find a guide. Margaretia wasn't actually afraid; she only felt free. Joy and excitement made her steps light, and she couldn't help but sing. "Miss..." A voice suddenly called out as she saw a figure sitting leisurely in a tree in the distance, startling her. "Sorry I startled you." The man jumped down from the tree, and Margaretsa got a good look at his face. He was quite tall, with long hair down his back. His rugged, handsome features and strong facial lines made him seem unapproachable, yet the carefree smile and roguish charm he exuded made it hard to look away. "It's dangerous for a girl to wander around this forest alone. Are you lost?" The man's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a gentle friendliness mixed with a hint of danger, making her unsure whether to trust him.

“I’m not lost.” Margaret removed the hood of her robe. “I’m looking for a guide.”

The man was greatly impressed by Margaret’s beauty, and his wicked smile deepened. “You’re from the castle. You’re so beautiful, you must be the Snow Queen.”

“I’m not…” Margaret quickly explained. “I was just passing by…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” The man stroked his stubble and said, “What do you need a guide for?”

“You know him?”

“I am the guide.”

“Really!? I’m looking for the Seven Dwarfs’ home, but I went there seven years ago, so…”

“Don’t worry, the guide knows everything,” the man grinned wickedly at Margaret’s low-cut dress, revealing two canine teeth, and approached her beautiful body with ill intent. “But I need some payment…”

Margaret covered her chest in fright and immediately moved away from him. “How dare you! You dare to flirt with me!…”

“I won’t force you.” The man shrugged, looking helpless. "You're a woman alone. If you can find your way, go by yourself. The roads here are full of forks, swamps, and venomous snakes and wild beasts. Be prepared."

Margaret hugged herself, trembling, and couldn't help but shed tears of grievance.

The man shook his head. He couldn't stand a woman's tears. He pulled her into his arms, ignoring Margaret's gasps and trembling. He felt the soft, fragrant scent wafting towards him, making him tremble with excitement. She felt the man's body approaching, the passionate warmth and powerful muscles making her heart race.

"I heard that although the king enjoys pleasure every night, he has long neglected you," the man said, his strong arms leaving Margaret nowhere to escape. It had been years since she last made love with Philip. Margaret looked at the handsome man before her, still afraid, yet seemingly expecting something.

"You're talking nonsense!" she protested. "Don't touch me! I'll scream!"

"Do I need to remind you, this is my territory?" The man smiled smugly, pulling open Margarita's robe and skirt to reveal her long, slender, fair legs. "As expected of the Queen, you are absolutely beautiful." Hearing his praise, she felt extremely ashamed, yet also a little happy.

"No...don't..." Margarita struggled, watching the man forcefully tear open her skirt and top, exposing her almost completely naked before him. Shame made her want to disappear, yet at the same time, she felt a little anticipation for the burning desire in the man's eyes. Although she was angry at her own thoughts, she had no time to think about them. The burly man took off his clothes, revealing his erect penis and sexy, hairy, muscular body. Margarita shyly turned her face away.

The man turned her body towards him, leaning her against a smooth tree trunk, and gently licked her delicate, sensitive nipples. Although not as large and voluptuous as Aurora's, Margarita's breasts were full and soft, with erect, soft, and smooth pink nipples. The man caressed her entire body, tracing her exquisite curves, causing her to gasp softly and collapse into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, feeling the strong man holding her tightly, yet without feeling any strain.

She felt her own vulnerability and was angry at her submissiveness.

"So sensitive..." The man parted her legs, feeling their wetness and glistening. He chuckled wickedly, caressing Margaret's soft, pink vulva, teasing her until her face flushed red. "Look at you, the Queen is so wet...?" Margaret was mortified, tears streaming down her face. The man laughed again, placing his large penis between Margaret's legs, letting her wet labia soak into his penis. This action made Margaret tremble and moan. "Snow Queen, may I enter your honey pot?"

She shook her head, closing her eyes in pain, unable to answer his inappropriate question. The man gently entered Margaret's body. The taut, soft touch amazed him. Margaret was equally astonished by the man's size; his full, hard erection swelled up her lower body, causing her to whimper, a sound that was hard to tell if it was excitement or pain, "Ugh... Ahh..."

The man kneaded her full, soft buttocks forcefully, nibbling at her pink neck, and began to thrust rapidly and forcefully. How could the delicate Margaret withstand such intense thrusting? Each thrust drove her to madness, and she could only moan helplessly, gripping the man's strong arms tightly as he led her to her climax. "Haa... Ahh... Ah..."

With a low growl of release, the man released one of her legs, thrusting as if trying to penetrate her sweet, tender flesh. She couldn't help but scream, letting the man tremble on her body as he ejaculated his thick semen into her.

"I'm sorry..." A little girl's voice startled Margaret. Startled, she quickly withdrew from the man's still-erect penis, ignoring the wet fluids sliding down her thighs, and hid behind him, feeling utterly humiliated.

The man, however, seemed completely unsurprised by the little girl's appearance. "Hello?"

"Mr. Wolf, I want to go to my grandma's house. Can you tell me how?" The cute little girl, about eight years old, wearing a red cloak, cautiously looked at the man.

He was Wolf? Margaret picked up her discarded dress and cloak to cover her exposed body, looking at the man and the little girl.

The man seemed full of energy, his eyes still gleaming with malice as he looked at the young girl. "Of course I can tell you where it is, but you have to do as I say."

Margaret couldn't help but get angry and forcefully hit Wolf on the head. "You won't even spare such a small girl?"

"I've always been a lolicon!" the wolf grinned. "Then, little sister, how about you take off your underwear and give it to your brother?"

"Okay." The little girl obediently agreed, putting down the basket she was carrying and obediently taking off her underwear.

Margaret quickly stopped the little girl, but the wolf said calmly, "Even if you stop her, she won't find the Seven Dwarfs' house, and she won't find her grandmother's house, you understand?"

"You bastard!" Margaret shouted angrily at him, but seeing the wolf's leisurely smile, she knew that her roar was unlikely to have any effect.

"It's fate, you can't defy it." The wolf smiled wickedly, a hint of helplessness and depth in his expression. "Just like you, Cinderella, Aurora, and Ariel all had to marry Prince Philip, and this little girl will become mine too. You know that, don't you? So I advise you to mind your own business."

Margaret was speechless, watching the little girl innocently hand over her white panties. The wolf took them and began to suck on them wantonly. Margaret trembled all over, her brow furrowed, clearly not understanding what he was saying.

“If you’re looking for the Seven Dwarfs, there aren’t any here,” the wolf said, continuing his lewd grin, giving the little girl in red another instruction. “But I know if you go this way, you’ll come to a stream. Follow the stream downstream, and there’s a mine. Seven miners live there. I think they’re the ones you’re looking for.”

“But…”

“Get lost!” The wolf looked at her with lustful eyes and howled wildly. “I can eat anyone…you know? I’m going to die anyway…I don’t care…”

Margaret was terrified. Forgetting her naked body, she grabbed her bundle from the ground, bowed to the wolf, and ran away without looking back.

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Chapter Two

Margarita ran a long way, only daring to stop at the stream. Calming her pounding heart, she breathed heavily, finally managing to catch her breath. Looking at her torn clothes, she reluctantly took them off and changed into new, clean clothes from her bundle before continuing.

Reaching the stream, Margarita scooped up some water to drink. She saw a beautiful girl, dressed in finery, saying to another girl beside her, "Fill my golden cup with some water; I'm thirsty."

"I don't want it! If you want to drink, kneel down and drink it yourself! I'm no longer your maid!" the other girl, plain-looking and dressed as a maid, said arrogantly and rudely.

Margarita couldn't bear it any longer. "Give me the cup; I'll fill it for you," she said.

The beautiful girl, unbearably thirsty, thanked Margarita profusely with an urgent and pained expression.

Margarita took the cup from the rude maid and knelt down to scoop water, but the spout of the golden cup quickly closed, preventing water from entering. Margarita found this strange and tried several times without success. She turned to the girl and said, "I'm sorry, I can't fill your golden cup. Could you please give me another cup?" The girl

didn't say anything, but dismounted and walked to the stream, kneeling down to drink. The girl felt ashamed of this behavior. Just then, a voice came from her arms: "Oh dear, your mother will be very distressed and sad if she finds out." The voice then fell into the stream with a whoosh. It turned out to be a tuft of hair.

"You dropped something!" Margarita reminded the girl, but the girl looked up, wiped her sweat, and mounted her horse, not hearing her at all. The maid quickly picked up the tuft of hair and put it in her bosom.

"Take it back to her," Margarita said.

"I didn't take anything," the maid denied, following the princess as she rode away. Margaret felt utterly bewildered. She picked up the golden cup beside her, intending to give chase, but was astonished to find it filled with water. The cup wasn't sealed; its smooth surface, exquisite carving, and rounded rim were wide open, with no lid to seal it.

Why had it been so tightly sealed just now? Margaret remembered what the wolf had said—that it was all fate, and that she should mind her own business. Was this princess destined never to drink the water from the golden cup? Was the maid destined to steal a lock of hair from the princess's bosom?

Margaret brushed the withered leaves off her clothes, stood up, and decided not to chase after their horses, continuing to walk upstream along the stream.

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"Lunch is ready!" The lunch bell rang, and several ragged men quickly crawled out of the dark, cold pit. Ignoring the dust still clinging to their faces, they sat down in a makeshift shed, each taking their lunch portion and eating heartily. Two men arrived late; one wore a mischievous smile, while the other had a stern face.

"Happy Fruit, what's got you so happy?" Sitting nearby, wearing a blue shirt and glasses, looking somewhat refined while slowly chewing and looking at a map, the know-it-all couldn't help but ask curiously when he saw Happy Fruit's beaming face.

Happy Fruit, in a yellow vest, revealed his little tiger teeth, his smile still incredibly bright. "Angry said he saw a woman, and I said that's impossible."

"At this time of day, the forest is so dangerous. How could there be a woman? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"I'm not mistaken!" Angry, his face flushed, crossed his arms tightly, refusing the lunch his companion offered him. "Although I didn't see her face clearly, I'm certain it was a woman by the stream." "

How about this, I'll go down with you to take a look," Know-It-All suggested. "This forest is so dangerous; even if there is a woman, she might not be a good person. We should be careful."

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It should be around here. This hill is practically a mining area; finding seven people in such a large area is quite difficult. Margaret put down her luggage, sat down by the stream, and, disregarding all etiquette, grabbed the hem of her skirt and sleeve to wipe the sweat dripping from her forehead with the cool stream water.

Suddenly, she heard a sound from the bushes. Margaret Lisa stood up alertly and saw a huge, brightly colored snake emerge from the grass, hissing and moving towards her. A chill ran down her spine, and she grabbed her bundle from the ground, ready to flee.

"Don't move!" a man suddenly shouted, stopping her in her tracks. The man leaped from the bushes, axe in hand, and chopped down hard on the snake's head. In an instant, the python's head was severed. Margaret Lisa looked at the man's lean arms and broad shoulders, thanking him profusely.

"The more you try to escape, the more it will attack, understand?" Know-It-All hoisted the python, as thick as an arm, onto his shoulder, turned to look at Margaret, his expression calm. "You are…"

"My name is Margaret… I come from the castle… I'm looking for seven miners in these mountains…"

"Margaret?" Know-It-All paused, quickly searching his memory for the name, then exclaimed in surprise, "Snow White… oh no… it should be Snow White Queen… Is that you?"

"You are…"

"Because Your Majesty has become even more beautiful and mature, and I thought it impossible to meet Your Majesty in this place, I didn't recognize you. I'm truly sorry." Know-It-All bowed deeply. "I am Know-It-All. I wonder if Your Majesty still remembers me."

"Know-It-All...?" Margaret looked at Know-It-All in surprise. He was tall and slender, his face somewhat dirty, but one could still see the gentle features and mild expression behind his glasses. His bare upper body had muscles more robust than the average person's and many old scars, showing that nature had forged their resilient physiques in such an environment. "Seven years ago, you were all small and thin... how could you..."

"It's all thanks to the Queen. When the Snow Queen entered the castle, she gave us many rewards and blessings, allowing us child laborers who suffered abuse in the mines to grow tall and strong." Know-It-All said, "The brothers will be very happy to see you!"

Tears streamed down Margaret's face. She knelt down, so moved that she could hardly stand up. Although she had a thousand words to say, the fatigue of the journey overwhelmed her, and she fainted.

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"How could you be so heartless?" A slap landed on Cinderella's face, sending her sprawling to the ground. She glared fiercely at Cinderella, who had struck her. Just imagining the mistreatment her sister might suffer made her tremble with rage.

Aurora stood up and kicked Cinderella hard in the stomach, leaving her almost unable to move. "Foolish woman... I kindly didn't chase you away, and you dare hit me... Are you tired of living?" She finished, adding another kick. "How long do you think your fairy godmother can protect you?!"

"Aurora... don't go too far..." The green guardian fairy tugged at Aurora's sleeve, her face showing difficulty as she tried to persuade her.

"I don't need your help! Lock her in the basement!" Aurora ordered, but the guardian fairies hesitated, afraid to move.

"Philip is back!" a servant announced quickly. Aurora hurriedly urged the fairies to hurry, and they quickly bound the screaming Cinderella and took her to the basement to be locked up with the Fairy Godmother.

Aurora quickly put on a silk dress and went down the stairs to the hall.

The door opened, and Aurora bowed to Philip, who was embracing a beautiful woman. Philip saw her and beckoned her over. "Lanny, this is Aurora. Aurora, take her to freshen up, then wait for me in Jasmine's room upstairs."

"Yes." Aurora took Lanny's beautiful, soft hand and led her up the corridor. Lanny, unaware of what was about to happen, simply smiled warmly at the beautiful Aurora.

"Hello Lanny, my name is Aurora, I'm your sister." Aurora led Lanny to the bathtub next to the room and gently untied Lanny's hair ornaments. "Let's take a bath first."

"Yes...?" Lanny looked on in confusion as Aurora removed her clothes until she was completely naked. "I'm sorry... sister... shall we bathe together?"

"We're both women, and sisters, there's no need to be so formal." Aurora approached the bathtub, picked up a ladle, filled it with warm water and bath powder, and began to wash Lanny. Lani felt awkward, her body stiffening. Aurora gently massaged Lani's body while praising her carefully, "Lani is so beautiful, your skin is so white and delicate, it's like it could be broken with a touch."

"Thank you, sister...you are very beautiful too..." Lani said shyly, watching Aurora directly cup her breasts and carefully caress them, even emphasizing the scrubbing of her tender nipples, making them erect, and she couldn't help but want to make a sound.

"Sister...don't do this...Lani can wash herself..." Lani resisted, but Aurora moved the foam powder downwards, attacking her tender and sensitive private parts, finally making Lani kneel down.

"Lani, be good, let sister clean you properly..." Aurora smiled, gently opening Lani's soft labia with her fingers, finding it smooth and sticky inside. "If I'm not clean... Prince Philip will be unhappy..."

Lani moaned shyly, her legs tightly clamped together, struggling against the waves of pleasure emanating from her lower abdomen. Unfortunately, the sensation was too intense, and she could only lie limply.

Aurora watched, a lewd smile on her face. Her movements weren't more provocative or unrestrained; she simply teased and washed Lani gently, then rinsed off the soap with a ladle, carefully dried her body, and gently helped her put on a bathrobe before leading her to room number five on the east side.

"Still wet?" Aurora asked, reaching inside Lani's bathrobe before Lani could answer, her fingers probing her still-wet private parts.

Lani's face flushed like an apple. She watched as Aurora smiled, gently stroking the jasmine carving on the door latch, then softly pushed open the door. Sure enough, she saw Philip on the large bed in the room.

"Lani, come here." Philip pulled back the covers and beckoned, and Lani leaned over, lying down beside him.

Without a word, Philip kissed Lanny's lips. Lanny, experiencing her lover's passionate kiss for the first time, felt dizzy. Philip forcefully spread her legs, cupping and kneading her full breasts. His already swollen desire pressed against Lanny's sensitive nipples. Although Lanny was already wet from the teasing in the bathroom, the pressure of such a large object against her caused her shyness to turn into panic.

"Your Highness…no…it hurts…" Lanny struggled, her body stiff.

"Don't worry, it always hurts the first time. It'll be over soon. Aurora, bring me the things," Philip commanded.

She stood up and saw Aurora completely naked, holding four ropes in one hand and a bottle of white liquid in the other. She had tied Lanny's hands to the two posts at the head of the bed and bound her knees and hands together. Lani felt helpless and frightened, tears streaming down her face. Looking at her beloved's face, she longed for a sense of security and support, but Philip only stared at her lower body, his eyes filled with lustful desire.

"Don't be afraid, little sister. I'm just worried you might hurt His Highness if you struggle too much. Just relax," Aurora patted her gently, comforting her softly.

"Sister, I don't want this...it hurts so much...please untie me...ahhh!!" Before she could finish speaking, Philip's magnificent penis had already penetrated Lani's tender body, the pain causing her to scream.

"Ah...so tight..." Philip enjoyed the feeling of Lani's soft and tight body, thrusting wildly, the sound of Lani's screams and cries giving him a sadistic pleasure.

Aurora poured some of the liquid she had on Lanny's chest and abdomen, letting the cool, sticky liquid flow downwards to moisturize Lanny's labia, which had been abruptly penetrated. She then located the small nipple between the labia, using this caress to make Lanny feel more comfortable. Aurora even brought her lips close to Lanny's nipple, gently teasing it with her tongue, watching as the lines of Lanny's face relaxed slightly.

This liquid was a lubricant brought from Ariel's hometown, extracted from various natural seaweeds, with the fragrance and color of flowers and herbs. It not only moisturized and beautified the skin but also soothed wounds and calmed pain. Because Philip's sexual practices were reckless, they kept many bottles of this lubricant in their room, in colors such as jasmine, violet, lily, rose, and sunflower, and of course, different fragrances.

Aurora gave Lanny the jasmine lubricant so that Prince Philip would remember the scent of each of his sisters, while she herself was scented with rose.

On the east side of the castle, each room is named after a different flower, and each door latch is adorned with floral carvings. The castle servants diligently clean these unused rooms, as if it were all preordained. From the moment Aurora entered the castle, she had a vague idea of what was going on. The names and fragrances of these flowers seemed to extend endlessly along the eastward corridor.

"Come on up," Philip patted Aurora, who then flipped over and straddled Lanny, her buttocks facing Philip. Philip boldly reached out and teased Aurora's exposed vulva, and Aurora moaned as she embraced Lanny.

The soft touch of their skin, combined with the sticky fluid and rising body temperature, made Lanny feel incredibly shy. Hearing Aurora's intoxicating moans only fueled her desire. Lanny could only blush and stare blankly at her sister, who was swaying on top of her, her expression glazed over. The physical pain remained intense, causing her to scream shrilly, her body stiff and rigid, only despair and agony burning like flames.

Thus, Lani, her beautiful face etched with sorrow, moved into the Jasmine Flower Room, becoming Philip's fifth wife.

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Chapter Three

Margaret opened her eyes, the unfamiliar scene before her taking her a while to regain her senses. She sat up, leaning against the bedside, looking at the bright view outside the window. Had she slept for a long time? Taking a closer sniff, she realized the entire room was filled with the fragrant aroma of meat broth. Come to think of it, Margaret hadn't eaten all day and was indeed a little hungry.

Soon after, a man entered, exclaiming upon seeing Margaret, "She's awake! She's awake! The Queen has awakened!" Several men rushed in, their footsteps echoing throughout the house. The man in orange carried a plate with a bowl of meat broth on it.

They approached her, and the know-it-all said, "Your Majesty, are you feeling alright? Is anything bothering you?"

"Don't call me Your Majesty, just call me Margaret. I've come here to escape the castle, to escape Philip, to escape the word 'Queen.'" Margaret smiled at their seemingly worried faces, her expression relaxed and self-satisfied. She couldn't let her negative emotions affect them, she thought. "It's so good to see you all. You're my only support. If you don't mind, may I live with you again?"

The five men nodded repeatedly. The know-it-all said, "We'll protect you. You can stay here without worry, Margaret."

"But," the man in red said, his face contorted with anger—a look he always wore—"If Prince Philip finds out you're here, aren't we doomed?"

"I'm sorry...Angry...If this weren't my last refuge...I wouldn't have ventured into the forest alone to find you..." Margaret lowered her eyes, her expression filled with remorse. Memories flooded back, and she was afraid she would burst into tears.

But she wouldn't. She had survived being hunted down by her stepmother's resentment, and she knew she could do it again. She had always supported herself with a strong smile every day.

"Don't mind him. He actually wants you to stay here and not leave! That's why he said those things! He was furious when you left us like that," Pistachio laughed heartily. "That guy is so dishonest! He clearly misses you terribly! He cried so much when you married Philip and left us!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Angry's face flushed red, and she angrily slapped Pistachio's hand. Although the force was considerable, Pistachio still laughed loudly.

"This place is very secluded; no one will find us! And our mine is located on high ground, so we can see everyone who approaches," Know-It-All said.

"Thank you."

"It's a bit late, but we still have to go to the mine today." Pistachio stood up and said. "You should rest more, no need to rush to help with anything."

"Fool, you stay and take care of Margaret," said Angry. "Sneezer must be getting impatient waiting for us in the stands. We're already very late."

"Be careful on the road." Margaret smiled and saw the five of them off.

"Margaret, this is broth, have some." The man in the purple clothes had a cute smile on his face, but he accidentally kicked the corner of the bed and almost spilled the warm broth he had just served.

Margaret took the broth and asked with a smile, "You must be Fool? You all seem to have never changed, that's nice." She lowered her head, not expecting that tears would drip into the broth.

"Margaret... are you alright...?" Fool carefully reached out and patted Margaret's back, then took his sleeve and put it close to her face to wipe away her tears.

"Thank you... I really don't know what I would have done without you all..." Margaretsa, perhaps burdened by too much grievance and resentment, burst into tears while hugging Hutudan.

"Margaretsa..." Hutudan patted her hand, warm and gentle, his face always bearing a warm smile, "We'll always be with you... Don't worry..."

Margaretsa hugged him tighter, feeling Hutudan's warm body temperature. Hutudan was the shortest of the seven, always following her around, helping her hang out the laundry, tasting the freshly cooked food, always with a childish face. Now he had grown into a mature man, even the tallest and thinnest among them. Even clumsy as he was, he could still say things like he wanted to protect her, which made her feel so gratified and happy.

Not long after, she noticed something strange about Hutudan's body. The body pressed against her seemed stiff, and there felt like something was pressing against her lower abdomen. When she realized what it was, her face turned as red as Hutudan's. At the same time, the simpleton jumped back as if electrocuted and ran away without looking back.

Come to think of it, seven years ago they were just children; now they were grown men in their twenties. In this remote mountain area, with no outlet for their needs, it was normal for them to have a physical reaction. Margaret swallowed hard, mustered her courage, and decided to chase after him.

Then she saw the simpleton huddled in a corner of the corridor, sobbing. Her heart ached. She went over and patted him. "Simpleton, what's wrong...?"

"I'm sorry!" The simpleton's face was flushed, just like his shy friend, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, I don't mind at all..." Margaret patted him. "Shall we go back to the room?"

"I...I'm too ashamed to face you!" The simpleton buried his face in his collar, making Margaret laugh.

"But I'm so hungry! I want some broth. I'll only drink it if you come inside with me, okay?"

The idiot hugged his knees, hesitated for a long time, and then cautiously replied, "Okay..."

Although the atmosphere was silent, Margaretia still ate some broth, satisfying her long-empty stomach. She asked the idiot who was tidying up, "Your house has been rebuilt, hasn't it?"

The idiot's long hair covered his eyes, and he didn't say a word; to be precise, he couldn't make a sound.

"I told you I don't mind... so don't be nervous anymore," Margaretia patted him, but as soon as she touched his body, she felt him bounce.

He was very nervous, but this nervous and shy state seemed to make Margaretia feel both heartache and excitement. To be honest, just now, she felt the idiot's body was so excited for her, and she felt very happy. She had long forgotten what sex was, and didn't know what normal male-female lovemaking was.

Recalling the wild wolf she encountered in the forest, she surprisingly didn't find the contact disgusting or unpleasant. In fact, the wolf's touch made her heart race without being too reckless. She leaned closer and hugged him from behind. "I said I don't mind...be good..."

"Margarita..." The idiot turned around, head bowed, and said, "I'm sorry...I like you so much...but I embarrassed myself in front of you..."

"It's okay..." Margarita hugged the idiot, feeling her body swirling with various emotions. Perhaps in the midst of this confusion, she reached out and touched the idiot's crotch, causing the beast that had just calmed down to rise again, stiffening against his pants. "

Margarita..." The idiot's face flushed even redder with embarrassment, his body stiffening even more, almost unable to move.

"Relax a little..." Her face was flushed just as much. She pulled down his pants, and seeing his exposed penis, she became even more excited, stroking it. Watching his shy yet excited expression, she gently took his large penis into her mouth.

"Margarita... wait a minute..." The fool felt warm and comfortable, but the guilt in his heart was still overwhelming. He pushed her away slightly, but unexpectedly, she took off her clothes, revealing her naked skin.

Seeing such a beautiful woman naked for the first time, the fool was greatly shocked. He pulled the blanket over Margarita, "Margarita! You can't do this!" The fool's voice was louder, his expression complex, "You're not this kind of woman... you can't do this!"

Although life in the mining area was hard and busy, it was also quite boring. Although they were both of marriageable age, life in the mining area was very unstable. Women who married into the area would usually run away within two or three months. So they had to solve the problem with money. Every two months, they would transport ore to the city to exchange for money. The women and the scent of cosmetics in the city intoxicated them. They often used the copper coins earned from exchanging several cartloads of ore to buy a woman who might be glamorous, decadent, weary, or vulgar, to satisfy their empty and lonely physical needs.

But Margaret was not such a woman. As a queen, how could she be made to suffer such humiliation for her own needs?

Margaret shook her head, opened her arms, tears already soaking her face. "Look at me, I am not any kind of woman, just your Margaret." For who knows how long, she had felt loved and needed. Margaret was lonely. Born without a mother, she had always wandered alone in the castle. After her stepmother arrived, she lived a life of constant anxiety. Finally, she thought she had found the love of her life, but beneath the sweet, wealthy, and romantic sugar-coated love lay a decisive tragedy of women fighting each other, of power and enjoyment, of money and reality, of beauty and life.

And it was under such torment day after day that she almost gave up hope of living a good life.

But now, she wanted to live for herself. She didn't want to be a princess with an eternally wealthy life, but rather a simple happiness where a warm embrace would readily accept her. Tears streamed down her face as she clearly felt the young man's green eyes, like a clear, calm lake, generously and embracing her.

The idiot, as always, pressed himself against her body, kissing her brows, cheeks, and even down to her neck. Her heart swelled, and she gently cupped his erect penis in her hands, like a fragile piece of glass, continuing what she had just begun. Through her breathing, the idiot's expression showed a hint of pain and endurance. She stopped, soothing his rapid breathing, kissing his face, his shoulders, and his chest.

The simpleton's appearance was gentle yet childlike. His slightly dark skin and tall, slender body had remarkably precise proportions. Compared to the know-it-all's lean physique, his arms appeared more robust and powerful. His hands were also large, with sensual lines formed by the muscles along his joints. These large hands gently roamed over Margaret's body, slowly cupping her fair and tender breasts.

He dared not use too much force, but he couldn't resist his curiosity, playfully teasing the two pink nipples resting on her nipples with his fingertips. This action caused her to let out soft moans and gasps, which aroused his playful desire. He began to tentatively search her body for places that could make her make sounds, kissing her palms, her navel, and her back, making her feel itchy all over. She could only stretch out her arms to resist his chest.

The foolish man parted Margaret's legs, carefully examining her beautiful private parts, then tried to gently caress them with his hands. Margaret couldn't bear this toying any longer; her physical and mental excitement surged to the point of almost bursting her body. She disregarded her pride, urging him to quickly merge with her. "Hurry...hurry up and come in..."

Encouraged, he impatiently lifted her round, elastic buttocks and thrust into her wet, tender vulva. Feeling the warm, moist lips tightly gripping him, he trembled with pleasure and began to thrust passionately. Margaret felt his strong, thick penis trembling and thrusting inside her. The overwhelming feeling of fullness and satisfaction made her unable to control her frenzied state, and she could only moan ecstatically.

The tears that had been streaming down her face continued to flow. The idiot held her close, gently cupping her face to wipe away her tears, constantly asking, "Does it hurt? Is it uncomfortable? Was I too rough?" His technique might not have been as refined and wild as Wild Wolf's, but the tenderness and care in his subtle movements were something Margaret could see.

Driven by excitement and physical stimulation, his movements gradually became more vigorous. With his passionate shaking, her vulva emitted continuous, lascivious sounds. Accompanied by increasingly heightened emotions and near-hysterical moans, both their body temperatures rose to their peak. Finally, he trembled as he ejaculated his thick, sticky semen into her overflowing body.

"Are you alright, Margaret?" The idiot quickly dressed and asked anxiously. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. You've asked me so many times. Thank you for being so gentle with me." She sniffed and sat up.

He blushed. "I'll go heat up the soup for you!" Before he could finish, he tripped over the bedsheet and fell to the floor.

"I'll go with you," she said, shaking her head. She dressed, helped the often-falling dopey up, tidied herself up a bit, and was about to go back to tidy the sheets when she saw "dopey" carved on the headboard. Turning around, she saw that the other beds also had their names carved on them. Just like seven years ago, only now the person had grown up, and the beds were much bigger and wider.

Compared to seven years ago, all the furniture was larger. Although the bed was still a little messy, it was so much better than the dusty, dirty little house she had seen before.

"You're both very good," Margaret patted the scatterbrained boy, who seemed lost in thought. "You've all been sweeping and tidying up."

"Hmm..." he murmured, as if waking from a dream. "That's what the know-it-all stipulated. He set the house rules, and we have to take turns cleaning every week."

They went to the kitchen, and Margaret opened the pot lid, ladling some soup into a bowl. "But the kitchen is still empty. How about this, I'll make your favorite apple pie and roast chicken tonight!"

"Really?!" The scatterbrain jumped up excitedly. "Long live Margaret!"

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Chapter 4

A lithe figure floated past the cellar. The guards respectfully let her pass. She was short and stout, wearing a pink and blue dress, with a pair of transparent wings on her back. It was Aurora's blue guardian fairy. She floated lightly through the cellar to the innermost room, where she saw Cinderella with disheveled hair.

"Cinderella! Are you alright?"

Cinderella looked up, her face filled with panic. "Fairy... why are you here? It's dangerous here."

"I'm sorry you've suffered so much. I've come to rescue you."

"Fairy... I can't find my Fairy Godmother... I can't go anywhere..." Cinderella shook her head.

"Don't worry," said the Blue Fairy. "You need to go through the west gate, cross the path by the pond, and enter the forest. She'll meet you there."

"How can I go through the west gate? It's heavily guarded, isn't it? Wait... the west? Isn't that the forest over there with the guide?"

"Don't worry, the guide is dead. Trust me, there won't be any problems," said the Blue Fairy. "Just find your Fairy Godmother quickly, and you can reunite with Margaret. Don't come back to the castle. Aurora sees you as a thorn in her side and will try everything to kill you."

"Okay..." Cinderella nodded.

"I'll turn you into a mouse. Remember, you only have fifteen minutes. You'd better hurry."

"I understand." Cinderella thanked the fairy and accepted the spell, transforming into a white mouse. She ran up the cellar stairs, one floor at a time, towards the west side of the castle.

After she left, the Blue Guardian Fairy hurried to the Rose Chamber on the east side to report. "Everything's done."

"Good. Remember to tell the guards not to stop her." Aurora yawned, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Cinderella struggled through the corridor, past the guards, and reached the pond at the west gate. Since the bridge over the west gate was retracted, she had to jump into the pond and swim vigorously to the other side. After swimming for a while, she felt her body gradually growing larger, and her chest and back, which were originally covered in white hair, became smooth. She knew the spell was about to wear off, so she swam faster.

Having finally reached the shore, she had almost returned to her original appearance. To avoid being seen by the guards at the west gate, she crouched low and rushed into the forest floor, making sure no one had spotted her.

"Huff..." She gasped for breath, rested for a moment, wrung out her soaked clothes and hair, and turned to look at the quiet forest, seemingly seeing no one.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement in the bushes. "Godmother?"

Suddenly, a huge man jumped out of the bushes, shoving her to the ground, scaring Cinderella half to death. "Oh dear, another beauty. The people in the castle are really good to me."

Cinderella didn't scream, but forcefully suppressed her wildly beating heart, punching and kicking the wolf, struggling desperately. Although this was a strange and barbaric man, who looked anything but kind, Cinderella relaxed slightly because of his carefree attitude.

"Shh...don't move..." The wolf gently covered her mouth, his other hand reaching for her long, fair thighs, caressing them wantonly. Cinderella was furious. With a slight twist of her waist, she clamped his head between her legs, pinning the wolf to the ground.

"Who are you? Where's my godmother?!" she demanded, her voice harsh as she held him tightly.

"You're so rude. I gave up being a naive little girl going to my grandmother's house and came all this way to save you." The wolf's face nestled between Cinderella's legs, a grin on his face as he answered.

"Save me?"

"Shh...don't move..." The wolf easily escaped from between her legs, grabbing her hand, his expression turning serious and cautious.

"Again!?" Cinderella wanted to give him another beating, but she also heard strange noises coming from the woods.

"Hide in the bushes over there! Don't come out until I call you!" the wolf commanded, and Cinderella had no choice but to obey.

From the bushes emerged a fully equipped hunter, rifle pointed at the wolf.

"Hmph, I knew it was you just from the footsteps," the wolf scoffed. "What brings you here today?"

"You defeated wretch," the hunter's smile held a nostalgic air of seeing a longtime friend, tinged with danger and confidence. "What are you doing here causing trouble?"

"The woman you're trying to kill," the wolf gestured with his thumb towards Cinderella, "I was the one who set my sights on her first."

"I'm just doing this for money," the hunter said, a hint of helplessness in his expression. "I advise you not to go against Queen Aurora."

It really was Aurora? Cinderella suddenly understood. It was better for her to die outside the city than locked in the cellar; Philip would have a hard time explaining it, so she had the Blue Guardian Fairy put on this act. She finally understood.

"I heard you gave up on Little Red Riding Hood as your prey?" the hunter said, silently raising his rifle and cocking it. "I thought you were afraid of me, but I didn't expect you to come here to die."

"Wait!" Cinderella quickly called out, stopping the hunter from pulling the trigger. "Please stop! Sir Hunter."

"Hey, didn't I tell you to hide? What are you doing out here?" the wolf snarled.

Cinderella bravely stepped out of the bushes, her face calm. "Sir Hunter... please don't hurt him... if Queen Aurora's target is me... then..."

"You..." The hunter's expression seemed unable to maintain its previous indifference. Perhaps it was because Cinderella's clothes were soaked and clung to her body, making her look quite sexy.

"Please don't kill him... okay..." Cinderella was a smart girl. Years of oppression had made her strong and perceptive, and she was quite good at observing the atmosphere around her. She sobbed, her shoulders trembling, and she clearly felt the hunter's movements stop.

Just then, the wolf pounced and snatched the hunting rifle.

A chilling gunshot pierced the sky, startling all the birds in the forest into flying away. Aurora, who was inside the Rose Chamber, clearly heard the gunshot and couldn't help but laugh. She clutched her blanket, turned over, and went back to sleep.

The hunter lay in a pool of blood. The wolf approached the hunter's body, confirmed he was dead, and then slowly slung the rifle over his shoulder.

"It's alright...it's alright..." He quickly approached Cinderella and helped her up.

"Phew...that was terrifying..." Cinderella stood up, her face relaxed and smug; her tears were long gone. "I thought I was going to have to use my body..."

"You were faking it?" The wolf laughed. This woman was truly formidable. "You didn't even seem panicked when you saw the corpse? Why is that?"

"My family lives behind the cemetery." Cinderella took some usable items from the hunter's body. Then she stepped forward and hugged the wolf, taking the hunting rifle from behind him and slinging it over her own back. The hug made the wolf careless, and by the time he realized it, the gun was already in her hand.

"You didn't need me to save you at all!" The wolf wasn't angry; instead, he laughed heartily, genuinely admiring the clever and courageous woman before him.

"Who are you? Who sent you to save me?" Cinderella pointed the hunting rifle at the wolf, calmly.

"I'm the guide, what everyone calls the wolf. It was your fairy godmother who sent me to save you." The wolf led her into the forest. "I was already at that little girl's grandmother's house, almost there, when she came running for help."

"Where is she?" "

Her wand was broken by Aurora's men and can no longer be used, so she went back to repair it. She also asked me to take you to the Snow Queen. This is her keepsake." The wolf took a white cloth from his pocket, a slightly amused expression on his face.

Upon opening the cloth, Cinderella was shocked to find it was the Fairy Godmother's underwear. "You didn't ask her for directions too, did you?!" "

She really wanted to, but I reluctantly accepted ten gold coins." The wolf rolled his eyes. "I'm not that indiscriminate. But, if it were you..." "

I haven't even asked you for directions yet, you'd better stay away from me."

"Yes, yes...! Why are you being so fierce..." The wolf chuckled, feigning disappointment, "Even the Snow Queen obediently gave in to me..." "

That's because I don't have a gun." She rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm starting to like you." The wolf smiled even more broadly, and before she could answer, he put his arm around her shoulder. The two disappeared into the forest, beginning their search for the person they were looking for.

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The miners wolfed down the entire table of food, greatly increasing Margaret's sense of accomplishment. She brewed them chrysanthemum tea and started chatting about their recent situations, but for some reason, the conversation drifted to Margaret. She figured she couldn't keep it from them for long, so she told them the truth.

"He abused you for seven years, and you didn't let us know anything?" The angry one was the first to erupt in anger, slamming his fist on the table. "Don't you even remember how we sent you away?!"

"I had no choice… If it weren't for my sisters covering for me this time, I don't think I would have been able to escape." "

That guy is too much! How could he let you go out and find new women?! Can any other woman compare to Margaret?!" Even the simple-minded one was angry; his smile vanished, and his face flushed even redder from his own words.

"No, that's not it...the other sisters are all princesses too..." Margaret said, a little shy looking at the confused boy's expression. "My three younger sisters are all very beautiful..."

"That's not the point...Achoo! You have to protect yourself, don't let anyone bully you, okay...Achoo!" the sneezing boy said intermittently. "You're just too nice, that's why you get bullied!"

"But at least you escaped, that's a good thing." Pistachio smiled and tried to smooth things over for everyone.

"Don't worry, we'll all protect you here." Know-It-All patted Margaret, and she smiled knowingly.

The sneezing boy next to her sneezed four times in a row, and Margaret quickly took out a towel to wipe him. "Is it late? You should go to sleep, your sneezing is worse than usual..."

"It is a bit late...I'm sleepy too..." Sleepiness was already on Know-It-All's lap.

"Okay, everyone go to bed then." Margaret urged.

"We'll sleep in the living room," the know-it-all said matter-of-factly. "You can sleep in the bedroom."

"How can that be? You'll catch a cold," she shook her head. "I used to be able to sleep in all three of your beds by myself, but now we can all sleep together."

Margaretia understood their concerns, but she wanted them to sleep soundly. Although she knew she might disturb their sleep, she couldn't expect them to always sleep in the living room.

Thinking about what happened with the simpleton that afternoon, Margaretia felt shy but didn't regret it. Before meeting them, she hadn't thought about these things, but now, she wasn't afraid of them. She wasn't the Margaretia of the past, disdaining a boring life where one kiss could lead to falling in love.

The six miners discussed with troubled expressions, only the simpleton, with his silly expression, agreed with her.

“But Margarita…” Pistachio said, blushing, “It’s not right for us grown men to do this…”

“There’s nothing wrong with it! I slept with Margarita today too!” Clumsy Egg grabbed her hand and shook it playfully, “If you guys don’t sleep, then the two of us will sleep by ourselves…”

“I want to sleep too!” Several miners hurriedly ran upstairs and began to move their beds together, wanting to put them next to Clumsy Egg’s bed.

“No fighting, you know?” Margarita said, “How about we put all our beds together and take turns. Tonight, Pistachio and Shy Ghost will sleep next to me.”

Clumsy Egg’s face fell, and she could only appease him, “You’ve already slept with me once today, so you have to wait until next time, okay?”

“Is it just sleeping?” Pistachio asked with a smile, and was immediately beaten up by his companions.

"Of course, you need to sleep soundly," Margaret said, helping the scatterbrained miners take off their coats, trousers, and boots. "You have to work tomorrow, so getting some sleep is very important."

Come to think of it, they were probably in their early twenties, about four or five years younger than Margaret, so she always felt comfortable giving them orders.

Even in their current excitement, they quickly fell asleep due to the day's fatigue. After getting them into bed, she turned off the light, took off her long skirt and top, and lay down in her soft, light slip.

The one lying on the left, the cheerful one, turned to face Margaret. He was the most handsome of the seven miners, with large eyes set in a perpetually smiling face, a very straight nose, and two prominent canine teeth when he smiled. The few freckles on his face didn't detract from his appearance; instead, they made him look cute. He wasn't tall, but he always stood out among them. He smiled at Margaret, extended his arm for her to rest her head on. She obediently lifted her head and lay on his arm, watching him sleep contentedly. She couldn't help but smile too.

She had worried too much. They were still children. Even though he exuded masculine allure, overflowing with pheromones, shirtless or sweating profusely, stimulating her body, deep down, they were still big kids.

She closed her eyes, hoping to end this tiring yet fulfilling day. But she felt a pressure. She opened her eyes and looked back, only to find the shy boy hugging her from behind, his arms around her waist, his legs straddling hers.

He was indeed asleep, his eyes closed, his slightly childish face flushed. She gently released his hands and pushed him to the right, allowing him to turn over. Unexpectedly, he had his right leg trapped between his legs, while his left leg was tangled with the pistachio, impossible to pull free. Margaret's legs were thus spread wide open.

She felt both ashamed and anxious, wanting to quickly close her legs, but the two large men were too strong; struggling would only cause injury. Since they were under the covers and no one could see, she decided to wait and find another opportunity to pull her legs apart.

"What's wrong?" Pistachio seemed to notice her unusual behavior. She thought he would release her legs, but instead, after asking, he naturally wrapped his arms around her, his hand brazenly resting on her stomach, and then fell asleep.

"Pistachio…?"

She patted him, and he responded dazedly, "Hmm?"

"Help me… my legs…" Pistachio nodded, murmuring, "Good girl, good girl…" He placed his hand on her soft mons pubis and rubbed it downwards. The practiced movements brought a rapid surge of pleasure that almost made her scream, and she quickly covered her private parts with both hands.

Actually, during the years Margaret was queen, Pistachio had been married. He had a wife who came from the farm, but because she was often taken advantage of by these young men and her life was unstable, she eventually escaped back to the countryside and was remarried elsewhere.

Pistachio quickly rubbed her erogenous zones between her legs, vaguely feeling his fingertips gradually becoming wet, and hearing her breathing. He became bolder and extended his middle finger, probing into her soft, moist vagina.

Pistachio wasn't fully awake yet, but his body was as sensitive as a reflex. He knew she was ready, so he stroked his penis and then thrust into her.

"Ah... ahh... ah..." Margaret finally couldn't help but cry out. With Pistachio's thrusts, she moaned softly, and Pistachio gradually regained consciousness with the rhythm of his own body.

Realizing what he was doing, Pistachio leaned down to look at Margaret, and actually smiled again. "It's you...no wonder you're acting different...it feels so good..."

"Ah..." Margaret kissed his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, her gaze full of allure. "Don't go so deep...okay?"

Pistachio's eyes were intoxicated by her wantonness, and he thrust even more intensely, making her make even louder noises.

This sound indeed startled the shy guy beside him. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and saw the two passionate people in front of him. In the darkness, it was hard to see that his face was flushed. He hid under the covers, making sure they hadn't seen him get up, before slowly taking out his penis. He began to look at her expression with ecstasy, listening to her intoxicating moans, and constantly stroking his most passionate spot.

Unfortunately, she still found out. Her gaze met the shy man's flushed face, showing neither impatience nor disgust. Instead, she reached down to his crotch, gently stroking him. When the pistachio noticed, he flipped Margaret over, thrusting hard from behind. She lay on top of him, passionately kissing and sucking his enormous penis. Though his face was burning, the shy man also reached out and freely kneaded her full, round breasts.

Margaret felt she was at her most beautiful in this moment. Being violated and played with by two men, she felt like a great goddess being worshipped, adored, and desired. The two bed boards creaked softly. In the darkness, some were awake, some were asleep. The awakened boards, like those supporting the act of lovemaking, trembled silently, in rhythm.

The night was long and deep, and something always stirred within the darkness.

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Episode 5

It was already evening. The wolf and Cinderella, having traveled a long way, had to find a comfortable spot to start a fire and warm themselves. The wolf caught a rabbit from a nearby burrow and returned to find her shivering by the fire.

"Aren't you cold?" the wolf asked, tearing the rabbit into pieces.

"I'm okay..." she replied, her lips pale as she rubbed her hands.

"Really?" she stubbornly insisted. The wolf rolled his eyes. It was November, and she had jumped into the pond and was soaked. The temperature had plummeted that night, and her clothes were almost frozen solid. How could she not be cold?

Cinderella skewered the rabbit meat through a clean branch and roasted it over the fire, handing him a small packet of white powder. "I found this on the hunter…it's salt…"

The wolf took it, touching her icy fingers, and couldn't help but frown. "You're almost frozen. Do you want to take your clothes off?"

"No!" Cinderella shook her head vigorously. "I can warm myself by the fire; my clothes will dry quickly."

"Oh dear." The wolf chuckled, turning the meat in his hands. "I won't do anything to you, don't worry. You can use my coat to cover yourself."

"Don't even try!" She glared at him fiercely.

"I am a lecher, that's true! But I would never force myself on a woman I like." The wolf took out a small knife and sliced the slightly heated meat to ensure even cooking, glancing sideways at her flushed cheeks.

"What's wrong with you?" he said again, making her blush. She felt a secret thrill, but because she didn't know him well enough, and his tone and expression seemed like a joke, Cinderella couldn't fully trust him. "I don't even know if you're a good person or a bad person." "

I wasn't a good person from the start," the wolf said, his expression surprisingly serious. "A good person or a bad person is judged by their actions, right? But I'm different. I wasn't a good person from the beginning. My very existence is for doing bad things."

"I don't understand," she said, looking at him without speaking. After a while, she stood up. "But I'm going to take off my clothes. Turn around."

The wolf tossed her his coat and turned to focus on processing the rabbit meat. Cinderella carefully took off her clothes, hung them on a branch, and then hid inside the wolf's thick but warm coat.

"You were peeking," Cinderella said, her face burning red.

"I only said I wouldn't force myself on you, not that I wouldn't peek," the wolf grinned. "Your legs are long and beautiful."

"You're a pervert," she quickly changed the subject, saying, "Margaret is prettier, with big, bright eyes and fair, smooth skin. You should like her more."

"She is indeed a beauty," the wolf said, looking at her expression, sensing that Cinderella seemed insecure. "But her upper-class, courtly personality is hard to handle. It's like everyone should treat her well, and she cries at the slightest grievance."

"Sister, like Aurora and Ariel, grew up in royalty and never suffered much hardship. That's why they felt so unbalanced after marrying Philip." He handed her the grilled meat, and she carefully took a bite. "What kind of meat is this?"

"Rabbit." He continued, "And you?"

"I'm fine. I've always lived in that kind of environment. I won't give in to fate." She said with a smile, "But compared to my sister and stepmother, Aurora is quite good to me!"

"But I want to ask you, what are your plans after finding Margaret?"

"I don't know. To be honest, I'm tired of being a princess. If Aurora likes it so much, let her be. But I still have to bring this news to my sister to prevent any danger." She said, "Maybe, I'll just find a place to survive, live a good life with my godmother, and stay away from the castle."

"Want to come with me?" The wolf sat a little closer to her. "I shouldn't be any worse than Philip, you know. Do you want to confirm?"

"Sure. Can I confirm with my shotgun?" She winked at him and laughed heartily.

"I just love your personality." The wolf laughed too, taking a big bite of the meat in front of him. She looked at the man in front of her, who was devouring his food. Although he was always unreasonable and barbaric, he was also quite gentle, perhaps trustworthy. Speaking of which, she wondered how the Fairy Godmother and Margaret were doing.

"Hmm? You're not reacting to my teasing anymore? What a pity." He finished eating, tossing the twigs and bones aside with a disappointed expression. "Go to sleep now. If you want water, I'll fetch it for you from the stream. Don't fetch it yourself, I'm afraid you'll fall in."

"But my clothes aren't dry yet..."

The wolf looked at what he had and had no choice but to take off his last shirt and give it to her, exposing his chest. "Take this one too, don't take any more, I have no clothes left to take off."

"You'll catch a cold." She handed the shirt back to him, her face flushed, her eyes filled with unwavering determination. "We can sleep together... that way I won't be cold..."

"Kill me..." The wolf pressed his forehead, looking troubled. "You don't actually think I can't do anything, do you?"

"So, do you want it or not...?" Cinderella said fiercely.

"Okay, okay..." He had no choice but to comply, opening her coat, and the two of them embraced naked, then covered their bodies with the coat, muttering, "...one minute you want it...the next you say no, I really don't understand you."

"You're so nagging..." She was already flushed, and hugged him tightly. His body temperature was high and warm, his thick, elastic chest covered with body hair, making her feel quite safe.

She remembered the first time she saw Philip, his handsome features, tall and upright figure, and a slightly unapproachable seriousness on his face. She was wearing a light and bright silver-white dress, with sparkling glass shoes on her feet, and they were dancing in the center of the ballroom. He kept praising her for being so beautiful, for her beautiful smile, and asked her name, where she lived, and why he didn't see her on the guest list. She just lowered her head and smiled faintly, without saying a word.

She remembered Philip's gentle smile and courteous manner. That night, in the spacious hall filled with clinking glasses, strings of magnificent crystal chandeliers hung down, their light dazzling, accompanied by beautiful music. The admiring glances of the nobles filled the room. Although it only lasted a few hours, the scene was clearly etched in her memory.

Whenever she missed her father and felt heartbroken, or whenever she cried because of Philip after their marriage, she would recall this memory. Although she understood perfectly well that Philip loved her for that beautiful night, for the way she swayed in her flowing, elegant dress and shimmering glass slippers, not for Cinderella scrubbing stables, collecting garbage, wearing an apron and carrying a broom.

She understood perfectly well that he was merely lingering on the memory of their first encounter, which was why he married her with the promise of a high heel. His wealth and romance had blinded her, making her believe she could hold onto a future as fragile as a glass slipper, and the happiness he offered.

Every night, the midnight chimes seemed to remind her that dreams eventually end.

"Are you crying?" he asked, feeling the slight tremor in his arms.

"No," she shook her head, wiping her face haphazardly before burying her blushing cheeks against his chest.

"Hey… I have something to tell you," the wolf said earnestly, "You're very strong. I believe you will be happy." She possessed a courage he lacked, a courage to challenge her fate, to not complain, and to stick to her own ideas—that was truly remarkable. He thought of himself, forced to accept his fate from the start, never knowing how to resist, blindly doing things he disliked, until he became numb. In truth, no matter how fate dictates, one still has the right to choose their own path. He had never tried this before.

He never imagined that if he hadn't attacked the little girl in the red hat, he would still be alive today, and even if he had encountered his nemesis, the hunter, he would have emerged victorious. This was the first time he had made such a choice.

"Um... thank you..." As if by telepathy, he seemed to know what she was thinking, and Cinderella tightened her arms, her embrace filled with gratitude and emotion.

"And..." He suddenly rolled over and pinned her down, looking at her beneath him as she frantically covered her chest and genitals, her appearance so delicate, lovely, and beautiful. "I'm erect, get on me."

"You idiot!" She raised her knee and kicked him hard in the groin.

Unfortunately, he seemed to have anticipated her move, so he blocked it easily, and then gently stroked her thigh. "You're really fierce..."

"Don't talk about erections, that's disgusting." Her face was flushed.

"You mean... you can't say that, but you can do it?" Wild Wolf kissed her, looking at her blushing, shy face and the glimpse of spring peeking through her fingers, seemingly without any intention of resistance. He raised his lips slightly, approaching her face, but instead of immediately kissing her soft, red lips, he lingered in front of her as if teasing her, simply using his dangerous scent and breath to make her submit.

And she, unable to resist, quickly looked up and kissed him. Seeing the smug, mischievous smile in his eyes, she was furious and started punching him wildly.

"Okay, okay...it's my fault..." he laughed, pulling her into his arms and forcefully kissing her flushed cheeks and lips. His tongue abruptly entered her mouth, a possessive act that told her what was about to happen.

"I want you." He didn't ask if she could. His wild, unrestrained desire wouldn't allow her to refuse, and she knew the wolf had given her a chance. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her passionately, embracing her soft breasts, making her bite her lower lip, feeling her body heat up from his touch.

He extended his tongue, gently teasing her nipples, feeling her rapid breathing, almost making her cry out. His tongue moved faster and deeper, exploring her tender, sweet triangle. He lifted her thighs, bringing them to his lips to kiss, feeling her body stiffen.

"Are you holding back...?" He looked at her tearful expression and the tears welling in her eyes, and couldn't help but laugh.

"It's none of your business..." she wiped away her tears, stubbornly.

"Don't be afraid... you're beautiful..." he said, his expression sincere with a hint of intoxication, continuing to passionately use his lips and tongue to make her submit. Hearing her moans about to escape, he was seized by a playful impulse and picked her up, making her straddle him. Although she was still limp and unsteady, she was still somewhat at a loss.

He pulled her head down and gave her a deep kiss, encouraging her and giving her confidence. Her round breasts touched his body, and her trembling little hands tried to roam over his body, finally unbuttoning his trousers. Seeing the huge penis inside, Cinderella's movements stopped, or rather, she was stunned.

"This..." Her cheeks flushed red, and she dared not reach out to touch the terrifying thing in front of her. His penis was thick and long, the tip like a samurai sword, slightly erect. "This...that...this is impossible..."

"Good girl..." He took her hand and guided it to his. She felt the soft, firm skin beneath her. She gently stroked and teased it, feeling the bulging veins inside, eager to pounce, which made her a little scared. But she closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and licked it slightly. Feeling the muscles in his abdomen tighten beneath her, she boldly took his huge penis into her mouth, circling the tip of his glans with her tongue.

Her technique wasn't particularly good, but she was earnest and tried very hard to make him feel good, which pleased Wild Wolf. His rapid breathing made her relax a little more, making her more accepting of what was about to happen.

"Sit on top..." Just like before, he lifted her up and placed her on his lower abdomen. Although her expression was fearful, he could also sense her desire. Her body, which hadn't been intimate for a long time, had become so sensitive and incredibly wet. She carefully positioned herself at his firm angle, slowly feeling his massive size filling her body.

"Does it hurt?" She shook her head. Seeing her slightly furrowed brows and flushed face, he smiled smugly. "I feel so warm and comfortable."

"Really..." She supported her limp body with her hands, watching his equally rapid breathing. She bit her lower lip and began to sway her hips, trying to give him more intense pleasure. But unknowingly, this caused her to become uncontrollably comfortable, and she accidentally moaned.

"Ah... um... ah..." She thought the sound she made would be mocked by the wolf, but when she opened her eyes and saw his expression, she felt pain herself.

He held her waist, his gaze burning as he looked at her breasts bouncing with her movements. "You're so sexy... so beautiful..."

Cinderella no longer cared about saving face and cried out even more passionately, riding on the man and swaying her body rapidly. After a while, she couldn't bear the stimulation anymore and lay on top of him, panting.

But the wolf had no intention of letting her go. He embraced her body, supporting her kneeling legs, and thrust his hips into her again. She cried out, her voice weak and tearful. He squeezed her buttocks with his left hand, accelerating his thrusts deeper into her core.

Soon, the wolf pushed himself all the way in, ejaculating his thick, gushing semen into her. This action made her tremble, letting out a moan that sounded almost like a cry.

The wolf lifted her legs, flipped her over, and laid her face down on the ground, gently withdrawing from her. Seeing the overflowing semen mixed with her vaginal fluids, he raised her hips, letting the fluids flow backward.

"Have my child, I want to be with you forever..." He smiled wickedly, "If you dare say no, I will keep injecting my sperm into your body every single day until your belly grows big." He reached his hand to her wet, glistening vulva, dabbing a little of the erotic fluid onto her lips, which she licked passionately.

Even though her eyes were hazy and her body was limp, she still clearly heard what he said. Tears welled up in her eyes; she had never imagined such a romantic promise, nor did she have any reason to refuse. Perhaps happiness was really that simple. She closed her eyes, and exhaustion made her fall into a deep sleep. She felt him take her hand and kiss it, then embrace her and lay down.

The forest night was cold and gloomy, but their happiness was just beginning to shine and warm. The campfire was still burning brightly, warmly supporting their bodies as they embraced until nightfall.

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Episode 6

In the morning, they set off again for the mining area. The two walked hand in hand, their intimate actions drawing envy from onlookers. A smug smile frequently appeared on Wild Wolf's face, which would result in another beating if Cinderella noticed.

"So you're a lolicon?" Cinderella glared at him. "Then why are you with me?"

"I'm not. It was all out of necessity. I don't remember anything from so long ago!" He kept protesting his innocence. "You're the first woman I've ever liked, I swear."

"Don't give me that." She smiled shyly.

"Hey, we're here. This is the mountain area where they work," Wild Wolf said, looking at the nearby mountain roads and mine entrances, seemingly not hearing any human voices. "Strange...why is nobody here today...?"

"Is it a day off?"

"Miners almost never rest, they just take shifts. This seems odd. Let's go check where they live."

"Is it far?" She wiped her sweat. "I'm a little tired."

"Not far, we'll be there in no time," he said, looking troubled. "Actually, I have a feeling..."

"What feeling? I don't understand what you're talking about..."

"I thought about it all night... and I barely managed to recall anything about them... I heard there are seven miners around here, all handsome and tall. They used to be child laborers under a nobleman, subjected to long-term abuse, but they were able to redeem themselves after meeting Snow White. After that, they continued to mine ore in this area. Most of them were married, and the women they married into were almost all gang-raped and tortured to death... Not many managed to escape..." He carefully searched his memory for this information.

"Are you kidding me!" Cinderella's face turned pale with nervousness, her heart pounding. She pulled the wolf forward quickly.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the forest. The wolf gestured for Cinderella to remain silent and slowly followed the sound. As they got closer, they saw Margaret, making love with a miner. Neither of them dared to utter a sound, just watching quietly.

Margaret, completely naked, lay on top of a miner, enjoying the pleasure of sex. She gritted her teeth, swaying her hips, even inserting her fingers into her anus, encouraging the other miner behind her to moan incessantly: "Ah...ah...my ass too...hurry up and put it in...put it inside Margaret's ass..." Hearing this, the other miner rubbed against Margaret's back for a while before thrusting into her anus.

Margaret moaned, her eyes glazed as she cried out, "Ah...so good...more...deeper..." Two miners stood before her; she held one's penis in her hand, stroking it incessantly, while the other's penis was being swallowed and sucked in her

mouth, making her words indistinct. Two other men lay exhausted on the grass nearby.

Cinderella frowned, her expression terrified, looking at the wolf; unexpectedly, he too wore a frightened expression. "What's going on...?"

"...Is Margaret's desire so strong... that even the seven of them couldn't stop her...?"

"This...this..." She stammered, thinking carefully, her sister was indeed quite sexually unsatisfied. In her sister's room, there were many strange items, and she often heard her sister masturbating alone in the room, the whole room always filled with a thick, viscous scent of violets.

"What should we do now? Should we go and call her back?" Wild Wolf said. Watching the miner who was thrusting into her lower body ejaculate, she still called for another miner to continue entering her body.

"Okay..." Cinderella walked up to them, unsure where to look. "Sister!"

"Cinderella...it's you...ahhh..." Just then, Margaret's body tensed, like a taut bow suddenly snapping. She convulsed, moaning, and her vaginal fluids gushed out like a fountain. Cinderella slightly avoided the liquid, shaking her head at the mess on the ground.

"Sister."

"How did you get here...Cinderella..." Margaret regained her senses and quickly grabbed a piece of cloth to cover herself. It was too shameful that Cinderella had seen everything.

"I'm here to tell you something..." Cinderella told Margaret everything she knew. Several miners nearby collapsed, regaining their senses and silently putting on their clothes. After learning Cinderella's origins, the miners sat down and listened attentively.

"So you must be careful...sister..."

"Don't worry...we'll protect Margaret..." the miners said eagerly.

"...Are you alright...? Aurora must have been really mean to you..." Cinderella shook her head, tentatively asking, "I'm fine...and you...?"

"I'm very happy with them..." Looking at her warm smile, Cinderella didn't say anything, even though she still had something on her mind. She could only leave the little house with the wolf.

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Looking at her preoccupied expression, he roughly knew what she was thinking.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Wild Wolf asked half-jokingly. "Are you regretting not accepting her invitation to stay at their place for one night? Let me make this clear, you're mine now, no other man is allowed to touch you."

"No, no," Cinderella said. "I just think... is this okay...?"

"What's okay?"

"Sister, being so... indulgent... letting seven men take turns... isn't that... not good..."

"Life in the castle is worse than death, and you think they're excessively licentious there, so what do you think is better?" He asked with amusement, wanting to hear her thoughts.

"I don't know... most people probably think the same way... if she could choose a man she truly loves from among them... and live a monogamous life..."

"You're so stubborn," Wild Wolf laughed, cupping her face in his hands. "Don't impose your own values on others, and don't think you should act based on what others think. Margaret has a group of friends who love her, are willing to sacrifice for her, and are willing to protect her for life, but besides them, she can't find anyone else to rely on. This kind of situation is not something most people can understand, so how can you use ordinary people's ideas to judge their behavior? Only you know your own definition of happiness, right?"

She lowered her head and remained silent, carefully considering what he said.

"You should know Margaret best, shouldn't you? Didn't she say that she is very happy? You don't need to question her feelings." Wild Wolf gently patted her head.

"Hmm... that's true." Cinderella nodded, suddenly seeing a familiar figure appear from the sky. "Ah... Fairy Godmother!"

"Baby...are you alright!" As soon as the Fairy Godmother landed, she hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry I didn't protect you properly...letting you be bullied by Aurora."

"I'm fine." Cinderella looked at the Fairy Godmother, who seemed unharmed, and felt relieved. "How did things go with Aurora?"

"It's all done." The Fairy Godmother looked smug. "The Blue Guardian Fairy has been dealt with, and someone will take care of Aurora too. You can go back to the castle anytime."

"I'm not going back...Godmother." Cinderella held the wolf's hand. "I've decided to be with him..." "

Just as I thought! The first time I saw him...I knew he could handle you..." The Godmother was calm and composed, seemingly not surprised at all. "Then I'll have them release the news of your and Margarita's deaths, so no one will disturb your lives."

Cinderella asked, "And what about you, Godmother?"

"The red and green guardian fairies and I will return to the magical world to continue protecting you. I'll appear whenever you need me," the godmother said with a smile. "My dear, I'm so sorry for giving you such a terrible marriage. I've always felt guilty about it. Now, you must take control of your future and happiness. I believe this boy can give you that." "Thank you, Godmother

." After waving goodbye to her godmother, Cinderella took the wolf's hand and embarked on their journey. They had no destination in mind, as long as they were happy along the way.

"If we need money, can we ask the fairy godmother for some?" As soon as he finished speaking, Cinderella threw a left hook. He didn't dodge her punch. Whether it was her smile, her tears, her punches and kicks, her joys and sorrows, he would accept them all.

From then on, Cinderella and the wolf lived happily ever after. Their ordinary lives could end like a fairy tale. He thought.

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"Aurora..." The prince held the naked, limp Lani in his arms, while Aurora was sucking clean Philip's already ejaculated penis. Philip suddenly asked, "Why haven't I seen Margaret and Cinderella lately?"

"Hmm?" Aurora brushed her hair aside, feigning composure. "I don't know... Is there something you need her for? Is the stable not clean enough... or...?"

"Nothing important..." Philip said, his expression seemingly a little regretful. "I just haven't seen them for many days... I miss them a little..."

These words hit Aurora like a bombshell.

"I hope this is just a rumor, but... you didn't actually do something wrong to them out of jealousy, did you?" The prince's face was expressionless, his gaze as cold as if it could pierce through her body. "

I... I... I didn't..." Aurora was so frightened that she couldn't speak, cold sweat breaking out all over her body.

"You know... I hate jealous women the most. Aurora." Philip stood up, reassuring Lanny to go to the bathroom and wait for him.

Lanny gracefully passed by the trembling Aurora, who grabbed her like a madwoman: "You betrayed me!? How dare you betray me!?"

"Guards, seize her." It wasn't Philip or Lanny who spoke, but Ariel. Two burly men pulled Aurora away, and Ariel handed Lanny the bath powder and towel she was carrying. "Go to the bathroom and wait for me and His Highness, little sister."

"Yes... big sister." Lanny nodded to Ariel, a smug smile on her face, and left.

"You two...you two dare to treat me like this...!?" Aurora roared furiously, "Don't you remember how good I was to you!?"

"Sister..." Ariel looked innocent, tears still streaming down her face, "Ariel will never forget how good you were to us...but Ariel just couldn't bear to see you so heartless...getting rid of the first two concubines...Ariel was so scared...that's why I accidentally...told His Highness the Prince about it..."

"Alright. No need to say more." Philip waved his hand, "Take her to the cellar."

"I'm sorry...Your Highness..." Ariel ran to Philip, feigning pitifulness, "Now Your Highness only has Lanny and me left as concubines...before Your Highness gets tired of us...Ariel will try her best to satisfy you."

"Hmm. You don't need to apologize... Aurora deserved it." Philip patted Ariel's head. "Let's go to the bathroom."

You didn't expect to fall into my hands, did you, Aurora? Without the three guardian fairies, you're nothing special. Ariel nodded obediently, revealing a delicate yet chilling smile.

In the castle, the eastern wing would extend endlessly. For a moment of dazzling brilliance, even if it ultimately turned to ashes and decay, or even resulted in total destruction, they didn't care. Perhaps it was to maintain the castle's glamorous appearance, to preserve the towering reputation of the royal family, or to deceive themselves into believing they had a romantic and wealthy partner.

Flowers bloomed one by one, and withered one by one.

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