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"Commander Allen, please stop your futile resistance and surrender! Come back with us
for a fair trial!"

Twenty-odd Royal Guards surrounded me, blocking all the streets.
There was no way to escape . I had been hiding in the city for days, unable to find a way out, but finally, they found
my hiding place. Was I to be captured here?

"Listen to me, this is a false accusation! My father is not the kind of person who would betray his country!"

"Yes, we also don't want to believe that the Marshal would accept bribes from the enemy… but we have found evidence
, and His Majesty has personally issued an arrest warrant. If you resist arrest, it will be considered treason. Please don't put your subordinates in a difficult position…"

The captain leading the group hesitated, but it seemed he had no intention of giving way. After all, His Majesty the Emperor had
directly issued an edict to arrest me. If they couldn't bring me to justice soon, they would probably be punished too.

The Royal Guard, once under my command, is highly trained and not easily breached. Although
I am confident of victory against them, a forceful breakout requires the resolve to kill. I
cannot bring myself to kill these former subordinates. Moreover, resisting arrest and killing
would be tantamount to raising the flag of rebellion, further deepening the suspicion of treason and putting my father in a more unfavorable position.

Our family—the Paladin family—is a long-established military family in the country, following
the royal family since the time of the founding emperor, serving the empire generation after generation, fighting on the battlefield, and achieving countless military exploits. My father, the Grand Duke of Kyrgyzstan, serves as
the Grand Marshal of the Empire, holding supreme military power. In recent years, the enemy state of Isis in the south has repeatedly
launched attacks, attempting to seize our fertile and resource-rich lands, but my father has repelled them all. The enemy,
terrified, retreated to the canyon bordering the two countries, building fortifications at the pass and adopting a defensive posture. Our side has
deployed defenses at the canyon's exit, and for the past two years, the two sides have been locked in a stalemate, maintaining a tense situation.

My father is seen as a guardian deity of the nation by the people. Such a hero should not be associated with treason
. However, rumors have recently spread that the Theocracy, unable to defeat my father in open warfare
, is secretly bribing him to surrender. Anyone with common sense knows this is a rumor.
In a defeated nation, no one escapes unscathed. Surrender is only a last resort in defeat;
why would someone who has clearly won deliberately surrender for a bribe? They're not stupid.

Yet, while the Emperor outwardly claims to trust my father, he secretly orders Chancellor Bram to lead a search of the Marshal's mansion
. The result? A large quantity of gold and silver jewels produced by the Theocracy is found in the treasury. Everyone was stunned. The storeroom
clearly hadn't contained these things. My father, a man of unwavering loyalty and integrity, had never
possessed any wealth. He was clearly framed. But my father, upright and stubborn, believed that if he hadn't done anything wrong
, the law would clear his name, so he accepted his arrest without resistance. I escaped in the chaos.

This was clearly a conspiracy. We needed to find out who was spreading rumors and find
clear evidence of our innocence to truly clear our names; otherwise, it would remain a Rashomon-like situation! I thought
Bram was the most suspicious. This wrongful conviction was very likely orchestrated by him from beginning to end, and he was my primary
target. But even if it wasn't him, it was clear he wanted to use this opportunity for political maneuvering. He wouldn't
treat us fairly or objectively. If we didn't investigate the truth ourselves, we would hardly receive a fair trial.

Chancellor Bram held absolute power in domestic affairs and was considered my father's political rival. He was the country's leading pacifist
, advocating for ceding territory and paying tribute to the enemy in exchange for a truce—utterly absurd! The situation was
clearly overwhelmingly in our favor; it should be the other side ceding territory and paying reparations. However, the Chancellor argued that
war, win or lose, severely depleted national resources, squandered the budget, and cost innocent soldiers their lives. He
believed the military should be downsized and investment made in economic development, allowing the people to recuperate, even if it meant ceding a piece of land or two.
My father couldn't accept this, and the two often argued.

However, the newly enthroned Ninth Emperor is incompetent and weak-willed, easily influenced by slander. The entire
court has gradually fallen under the control of the prime minister, and foreign policy has shifted towards peace talks. Perhaps His Majesty feels uneasy about the military power being in
the hands of . My father, that old-fashioned man, is not the kind of person who would flatter the emperor
, and his achievements are too great to behold. The secret order to search the Marshal's Mansion shows that His Majesty does not actually trust us.
The problem with this hereditary imperial system is that it is difficult to ensure that every emperor will be a wise ruler.

In order to advise His Majesty more directly, my father recently suggested that his daughter... that is, my sister Ellie, be married to the royal family
. Ellie is a well-known beauty in the royal city, and one of the three high-ranking priestesses of the Moonlight Temple.
She has profound knowledge of holy magic and can be described as both beautiful and talented. In addition, she inherited the paladin bloodline of the Paladin family
. Countless nobles have come to propose marriage to her. His Majesty naturally agreed to the marriage. However, just
as the royal family began preparing for the wedding, rumors of my father's treason spread throughout the city. Clearly, this was a deliberate attempt
to sabotage the marriage and weaken the pro-war faction. It was hard not to suspect a conspiracy by the pro-peace faction.

"His Majesty has given the order, and I have no choice but to obey. Commander, please forgive my rudeness!"

At the captain's command, the twenty-odd soldiers around him drew their swords. It seemed my time to act had come to an end
. However, after wandering the streets these past few days, public opinion generally didn't believe my father would
commit treason. I estimated that the pro-peace faction wouldn't dare ignore this sentiment and rashly execute my father. They would likely spend time fabricating more false accusations
and going through a lengthy trial to convict him, giving us time to rescue him. Now I can't
continue my activities; the rest depends on my cousin Leon. I sent him a message by carrier pigeon on my first day of escape—
thankfully, I did.

My cousin Leon Scott is my father's adopted son; we grew up together and are like brothers. He
is a distant relative, a descendant of my great-aunt, and thus he inherited a diluted paladin bloodline, allowing him to use
some basic paladin martial arts. He also carries the Scott family's scout lineage, enabling him to stay informed of
any developments on the battlefield. He is my father's trusted right-hand man in troop deployments, possessing rich combat experience. He currently
leads a large force guarding the canyon entrance where the two nations are at war, allowing my father to remain on the second line and prioritize
dealing with the pro-peace faction's sabotage from the rear.

Incidentally, it's worth noting that the law of this world dictates that innate talent bestowed by blood far surpasses acquired effort
, making bloodline extremely important. Some families are blessed with special expertise, such as swordsmiths.
The Smith family can forge top-tier swords that can cut through iron like butter, the Medson family of potion makers can concoct
rare secret medicines, and our Paladin family of paladins are born divine generals! The men are proficient in martial arts, and the women
are proficient in magic, so they naturally become the leaders of the martial arts families. Simply put, it means that the members of these families
can become high-ranking soldiers with special abilities.

These families, blessed by the moon goddess, possess extraordinary abilities, but at the cost of
low birth rates. Usually, it is a single lineage or one son and one daughter, and it is extremely rare for them to have more than three offspring
. It is probably a shackle imposed by the gods to prevent the power from overflowing, and from a certain perspective, it is
like a curse.

In addition to the low birth rate, only the eldest son will inherit the pure bloodline from generation to generation.
The bloodline inherited by the descendants of the second son or daughter will become increasingly diluted after a few generations, and the abilities will also be greatly
weakened with each generation, disappearing completely after about four generations.

"Inheriting bloodline" and "inheriting lineage" are different concepts. The children of a bloodline inheritor generally
inherit the pure abilities; these children are called "inheriting lineage." However, the eldest son is special; he
inherits the bloodline, meaning his offspring will also possess the pure abilities, and
his eldest son will then carry on his bloodline.

Other siblings only inherit the lineage. For example, Ellie, while possessing
100% paladin abilities, has a
diminishing power when her children inherit her bloodline, skipping generations. The power decreases with each generation, almost disappearing by the fourth generation. For instance, Leon's cousin
could only learn very basic paladin skills. Even so, it remains a precious power. Paladins
are the strongest combat class, and even by the fourth generation, they are not necessarily weaker than the head of an ordinary martial arts family.
One reason nobles vie to marry Ellie is the hope that their descendants will receive this blessing.

Although my cousin Leon's bloodline strength is relatively weak in combat, his tactical and strategic acumen more than
compensates for his lack of martial prowess. He is both intelligent and brave, currently the second-best general in the country after my father. If he can
lead an army back to the capital to oversee operations, he can deter the conspirators operating in the shadows and petition His Majesty for
an opportunity to uncover the truth.

In a last resort, he could even resort to a military coup to rescue my father. Although I know
my father least wants things to turn out that way, which is why he didn't resist arrest immediately. Using force might save his life
, but it would deepen the rift with the royal family, which is not a fundamental solution
. Once the royal family's prestige is tarnished, they will be even more dissatisfied with the samurai and completely side with the pro-peace faction. But if no other way can be found, force will be the only option.
A loyal subject like my father cannot die unjustly; I hope it doesn't come to that.

Originally, I wanted to find clues myself as soon as possible, but unfortunately, things are tense right now, and
there are . As a result, I've spent most of my time on the run, and I can't fight these pursuers because of my position.
My room for maneuver is limited, and it seems that continuing like this will not achieve anything. I'll have to ask my cousin for help from now on.

"Alright, alright, I understand. I'll just surrender. There's no point in fighting you."

"Yes, thank you very much for your understanding. Please disarm me if I may."

After my longsword and armor were confiscated, I was handed over to Kraken, the deputy commander of the Royal Guard. Although I was
entrusted with training the soldiers of the Royal Guard and was given the title of commander, the actual operation of the guard was
in the hands of this deputy commander sent by the royal family. Therefore, I never considered him my subordinate. Rather,
he was the underground commander of the Royal Guard, since the Royal Guard was a force directly under the royal family.

This wouldn't normally be a big deal, since the Royal Guard
is disproportionately small compared to the regular army, only responsible for guarding the area around the palace. However, with
the regular army all deployed to the front lines to confront the enemy, this small guard controls the entire royal city
, a tight security perimeter that makes escape impossible, let alone investigation.
That's why I hoped my cousin would bring back a division to oversee things, giving us
a numerical advantage.

After Kraken rewarded the captains, he escorted me alone. I initially thought I'd be imprisoned in the official
state prison, but he led me to an inconspicuous house, pushed open a cupboard, and led me into a
long, winding underground passage that was disorienting.

"Hey Kraken, where are we going? Aren't you going to lock me up in jail?"

"Shut up, you'll find out when we get there. Hurry up."

How arrogant. I'm not even in handcuffs or shackles right now; I could take you down with my bare hands. But
he probably knows I can't attack a royal confidant given my current position. The fact that he's escorting me alone
means he has secrets even the Imperial Guards can't know. I couldn't help but feel curious, wondering
what he was up to.

(Note: A quarter of an hour is fifteen minutes; this time unit is used due to the world's setting.)

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, we pushed open a heavy iron door and arrived at an underground prison. It
was clearly not officially established; it felt like some nobleman had built it privately. And the guards who greeted us weren't ordinary
jailers. I was taken aback.

The woman leading the group had long silver hair, bewitching dark purple eyes, and deep brown skin. She wore
a revealing low-cut mesh magic gown and a high-slit wizard's dress, and held a staff shaped like a snake's head.
I recognized her at a glance as a sorcerer, the highest-ranking magical soldier in the Kingdom of Essis, specializing in evil curse
magic. There were only four such sorcerers in the entire kingdom, and their status was equivalent to that of a priestess in my country. She could be considered a high-ranking figure in an enemy country
.

What further confirmed her identity were the six berserkers following her. Whenever a sorcerer appeared on
the battlefield they were always accompanied by a group of berserker guards. Each of them was over two meters tall,
with a burly build and exceptionally well-developed muscles. They wore full-face iron masks, revealing only their fierce, murderous eyes
. These were combat puppets created by the sorcerer over many years using dark magic, completely devoid of their own will.
It was said that they felt no pain and did not tire; if the sorcerer supplied them with magic, they could even
fight continuously without sleep. Although their attack power wasn't high, they were extremely durable, primarily used as human shields.

I originally thought this incident was just an internal political struggle between the pro-war and pro-peace factions, but I was wrong.
It's simple. A powerful figure in the court is secretly colluding with the enemy and betraying the country. Even the sorcerers from the Kingdom of Isis have infiltrated the capital
without anyone knowing. This is incredibly audacious.

"Hey Kraken, can you explain to me why a sorcerer from an enemy country is here?"

"Who knows? This isn't my level to concern myself with. I was instructed to simply bring them here and leave everything
else alone. That's it then, my mission is complete. Farewell."

Facing my angry glare, Kraken simply wore an indifferent expression, calmly closing the iron gate
and leaving. The conspirator who can command Kraken… could it be His Majesty? No, His Majesty is so afraid of death; he
was terrified just hearing the rumor of his father's treason. He wouldn't dare
deal , and it's hard to believe His Majesty has any reason to collude with the enemy.
There aren't many people in the entire court with the power to command Kraken. It must be some treacherous minister within the core of power, right?

If we can escape from here and expose this, the royal family will naturally find out the truth. His Majesty
cannot sit idly by while important officials collude with enemy countries. The range of suspects is small, and the investigation won't be difficult. We
can follow the clues from the instigator of Kraken and the master of the underground prison. Finding out who the real traitor is
will clear our family's name. Perhaps I've turned misfortune into blessing, grasping a corner of the truth.

However… we need to be able to escape first. The enemy has a sorcerer and six berserkers. If I
had a sword, I'm confident I could win, but now, unarmed, I can't quickly inflict
enough fatal damage. I'll be overwhelmed by the number and brute force of the berserkers, and then defeated by the sorcerer's magical attacks
. The enemy had clearly anticipated my potential to seize their weapons; the berserkers wore
spiked knuckle dusters, which I couldn't take anyway…

I mentally simulated several battle scenarios. Even if I activated my Holy Aura and combined it with hand-to-hand
combat techniques, at best I could only take down three berserkers before losing. Perhaps
it was best to play it safe for now. Since they specifically brought me here, they must have other motives besides simply
wanting to kill me. As long as I didn't attack first, I probably wouldn't be attacked either. I had to wait for them
to lower their guard before seizing a momentary opening to launch a surprise attack and eliminate the sorcerer first to have any chance of winning.

"Hehe... I've heard so much about you, General Allen Paladin. To be able to calmly analyze and correctly
understand your situation even when at a disadvantage shows you're not just a reckless brave man. My father often mentions you, saying you
've killed several of our generals on the battlefield; you're a young hero. I've always wanted to meet you."

The sorceress girl greeted me with a fearless smile. Although her attitude was relaxed, she
subtly kept herself out of my immediate attack range, or in
a position where the berserker could intercept my attacks. This girl seems difficult to deal with; how annoying. For now, I'll give up attacking and
try to extract as much information as possible.

"You flatter me too much. I think you're quite impressive too. May I ask your name, Miss?"

"Oh, well, I can tell you my name. I'm Sheila, Sheila Isis.
Please take care of me in the coming days."

Sheila gave me a meaningful, ambiguous smile, lifted her skirt, and gave me a ladylike curtsy.

"Oh? My apologies. So, what brings Your Highness the Princess of the Theocracy to our country? Surely
it's not just to see me?"

"Hehe... You're quite the joker. My purpose here is, of course, a secret. But I have something for you
to do, which you'll soon find out. Please come this way."

Sigh, it seems extracting information won't be so easy. My initial instinct was that they might
turn prisoners like me into berserkers, but upon closer inspection, that would require years of modifying the target
's physique and mind. Infiltrating an enemy country is risky, so it's more
likely a short-term infiltration for a political purpose, not some long-term project.

As I was led deeper into the prison, I carefully observed my surroundings.
This first level we were in wasn't holding anyone. Inside the iron bars were daily necessities and food, and
clothes were hanging out to dry, unlocked. It seemed this level was where Sheila and the berserkers rested.

At the end of the corridor, a spiral stone staircase led down to the second level. Even before reaching the top
, a pungent, musky odor filled the air. The second level was much larger than the upper level, dark and damp. Cells there
held numerous women, their bodies strapped to various strangely constructed sex toys. Their erogenous zones
were constantly being stimulated, each woman wearing an expression of ecstatic pleasure. Arousal fluid dripped from their groins
, and sweet, moaning sounds filled the air. The entire space reeked of the erotic scent of women in heat.

The second level wasn't managed by berserkers or jailers, but by a few maid-like girls.
The prisoners seemed to be ordinary women, unlikely to resist. The maids' job was simply
to feed and water the prisoners and clean their bodies. The maids remained remarkably calm and unperturbed as they watched the disheveled women bound to the sex toys
, displaying the same attitude one would show when tending livestock in a pasture.

"Your Highness risked your life to infiltrate the enemy country, only to hide here and do these stupid things? You
really have a lot of leisure time."

"Oh... because my partner asked me to train some obedient slaves to be given to your country's nobles as
pets or something. I happened to have some time, so I couldn't refuse. It's just doing a favor on the side..."

Sheila remained unfazed by my sarcasm and instead complained about her partner. However,
this also confirmed once again that there were indeed people in our country colluding with the Holy Kingdom, and I wondered what they were plotting.

"But this is just a warm-up act before the main show. Now that all the actors are here,
the real show can begin. Our stage is further inside, so let's keep going."

Sheila smiled mysteriously, urging me to continue. At the end of the second level, we went down another flight of stairs
to the third level. There was only one extra-large cell here, clean and bright, filled with the natural
fragrance of flowers and plants. There was a plush carpet on the floor, and against the inner wall was a luxurious bed... the kind of
soft, fluffy, high-end bed used by nobles, with curtains hanging down. Except for the iron bars surrounding the entrance, it hardly looked like a prison cell
; it was more like a suite in a luxury hotel.

However, the girl squatting on that large bed... upon closer inspection, wasn't that the girl I had been thinking about these past few days?
Was that my younger sister, Ellie? Ellie's head was bowed, her face filled with sorrow. Her pretty face, though delicate, showed
signs of weariness. Even when she heard noises coming from the stairs, she seemed indifferent and didn't look up. She
was only wearing a semi-transparent, thin bathrobe, her mature and sexy body partially revealed. Her fair
skin, full breasts, slender waist, and long, beautiful legs, along with her elegant light golden hair cascading down
her chest , made her look like a legendary moon goddess.

I had never seen my sister naked after she had developed, and for a moment I was mesmerized, but it was like
admiring a perfect work of art... It wasn't a lewd gaze. I wasn't so shameless as to
lust after my own sister. I was simply admiring her; she truly deserved to be called a renowned beauty in the capital. Even in
clothes that seemed designed to seduce men, there was no hint of lewdness. Instead, she exuded a
pure and ethereal beauty.

"Ellie!"

"Huh? Brother... Waaah!"

The moment Ellie looked up and saw me, her expression brightened, but then, as if remembering something
, she shyly covered her chest and curled up into a ball. But I had no time to indulge her shyness
; I was more concerned about her safety and rushed over to check on her.

"Ellie, are you alright? Did they do anything to you? Were you abused?"

"Um... I'm fine, but I was given a sealing potion, so I can't use my skills for now..."

I had originally thought that if I teamed up with Ellie, I would be confident of defeating Sheila and the other seven. The priestess's
blessing-type spiritual power could nullify the sorcerer's curse-type magic, which was a kind of elemental advantage. With
Ellie's support and assistance, I could easily take them down. However, the enemy wasn't stupid; they had already taken
precautions and sealed Ellie's spiritual power beforehand.

This sealed potion is a rare item produced exclusively by our country's magic potion master family. It is specially used on
prisoners of war or convicts with powerful skills. The sealing effect can last for one or two months. Enemy countries do not have this technology,
and only a few noble families in our country possess this item. Therefore, Sheila's partner is among these people
. I absolutely must find a way to get this information out of the country.

"Oh dear... let me add something. We're about to start doing what to her now... Hehe, Ellie
Paladin, daughter of a traitor, you're no longer qualified to marry into the royal family. From now on, you'll be
trained and given to my partner as a concubine. He promises to treat you well~"

"Nonsense! My father didn't betray the country, and I'm not the daughter of a traitor! Rather than have
my body defiled by a treacherous minister, I'd rather die to prove my innocence!"

Faced with Sheila's outrageous words, Ellie retorted sharply without hesitation. Her personality was actually gentle on the outside but strong
on the inside, and she also possessed the pride of a paladin family. She would never allow the enemy to frame and insult her. Rather than be humiliated,
she would rather die. This was a response very much in Ellie's style.

"Is that so? Well then, the disobedient child is of no use anymore, so you
can die as you wish, together with your brother. Oh, poor brother, he has to die because of his sister's willfulness
. Let me think... I should start with the ones who are capable of fighting... I'll cut off his arm first..."

"Um... this... I..."

Ellie looked at a loss upon hearing this, her momentum suddenly weakened, and in the end she could only look at me
for help. It seems that although she was willing to die herself, she did not want to see me implicated. So she specially
brought me here to use me as a hostage to force my sister to submit?

Although I am not a coward, I must live to
spread outside. Even if my cousin Leon leads the troops to rescue my father, if we cannot find out the truth and clear
his name, it will be seen as a coup d'état, a stain that our Holy Knight family cannot bear.
I've discovered this crime is more meticulous than I imagined; it seems to have been planned for a long time, and it won't be easy to track down.
Therefore, the clues I have are crucial. Even if I have to endure humiliation, I must live and find a way to escape.

"Ellie, I don't think it's worth dying like this. Only

by living can there be hope." I couldn't easily tell Sheila about my plans, so how could I convey this to Ellie? I
could only look at her earnestly, urging her not to give up! We have a more important mission to complete! I
shouted this in my heart, and after a few seconds of eye contact, Ellie, perhaps reading something,
had a resolute and determined look in her eyes.

"Brother is right. I shouldn't have been so impulsive. I'll listen to you."

She cooperated with the reaction I expected. Of course, she couldn't possibly know
what I was thinking just by looking at my eyes; at most, she could only understand that I seemed to have other plans, and decided to gamble with me based on her trust in me
. In this situation, choosing death would be an easier relief, while choosing to live a life of ignominy
is a much more difficult path, requiring profound awareness. Ellie has no idea
what I'm planning to do, yet she's willing to sacrifice herself to cooperate with me, all because of the deep trust we've built up since childhood.

"Excellent~ You two are both sensible people, so without further ado, General Allen will
take charge of the training! First, please apply this lubricant to Miss Ellie's private parts, then fix her to that
torture device over there."

Hmm... I didn't expect to have to personally take charge of torturing Ellie. Although
it's much more reassuring to have her by my side than to hand her over to the enemy, this is ethically problematic. Just the first step...
applying this oil to that part of her body... I don't even know where to begin. It's so embarrassing.

"Waaah... Brother, please let me do this myself, please..."

Ellie looked so ashamed she was about to cry. It seemed she was
also . I turned to Sheila and asked for her consent with my eyes. She just shrugged indifferently, indicating that
she would leave it all to me. So I handed the bottle to Ellie, who knelt with her back to me and carefully applied the
oil to her private parts. After all, it was a very delicate organ, and if a foreign object
were to be inserted without lubrication, it would definitely tear. So this was a necessary procedure.

After finishing applying the oil, Ellie's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing became rapid. I led her to
the sex toy in the corner of the room. I hadn't paid much attention to it before and thought it was just an ordinary chair, but upon closer inspection,
there was a wooden rod protruding from between her legs, shaped like a man's penis.
It was engraved with strange patterns; this was… the thing that was going to enter Ellie's body…

"I'm sorry, Ellie, for making you suffer this humiliation… It's all my fault for being so useless…"

"Please don't say that, let's cheer each other on, I won't lose to this thing!"

Ellie tried to show a strong smile, aligning her vaginal opening with the rod-like object and lowering her waist.
A muffled groan was heard, her beautiful face pale with pain, and the blood symbolizing the loss of her purity
slowly trickled down the wooden rod-like object. My sister's first time was with this thing…! Damn it,
although I felt heartbroken and sad, there was nothing I could do. I could only obediently let her sit down, then pick up
two leather straps hanging on the wall and tie her to the chair. The two leather straps tightened the upper and lower edges of her breasts, making
her already proud and full breasts even more prominent.

Once secured, the rod-like object began to move inside her, emitting a soft buzzing sound. It seemed
the pain of deflowering hadn't subsided; Ellie winced in pain, but stubbornly endured it without uttering a sound. She
didn't want me to see her miserable state, so she tried to squeeze her legs together, covering her chest with her hands and her mouth.
Seeing this, I wisely turned away to ease her embarrassment and stood in front of her, blocking Sheila's view. This
was the only protection I could offer her at the moment.

"Hehe…that's right. Behave yourself, okay? Follow the schedule and you'll get what you deserve. If you resist, you'll
suffer . I have to take my leave now. Please enjoy yourselves~"

Sheila, still wearing an ambiguous smile, bowed and left, taking two berserkers with her,
leaving four standing outside the door, staring intently through the iron bars. Although these guys are practically
muscle in their heads, possessing no self-awareness beyond obeying orders,
and wouldn't react to Ellie's disheveled state—perhaps just being watched by four dogs—their gaze
is still unsettling. So I continued to stand in front of Ellie.

Meanwhile, I began considering escape routes. My first target was
the atrium above the center of the room, a common design in the basements of noble mansions. A tunnel was carved from the ground to the basement
, using transparent crystals to refract outside light for illumination, and magically created rainproof ventilation holes.
Sunlight and airflow prevented stored supplies from rotting and molding.

Normally, climbing this passage would lead directly to the ground, but upon closer inspection, the walls
were specially made—not ordinary stone bricks, but thick, perfectly polished steel plates. This offered no
footholds, and the surface was coated with a thick layer of grease, making it easy to slip and slide
. It seemed this route was blocked; a direct, forceful approach was necessary.

If the enemy doesn't have any sorcerers, I can still handle the four berserkers. I'll use my ultimate technique
to blast a hole in the iron fence, then defeat the berserkers and escape. However, if there are as many as four opponents
, the battle will drag on. If Sheila notices the commotion on the first floor and comes running, it will be my
defeat. I hope to wait until their guard is down, ideally when Sheila is out, before making my move.

(Note: One hour is two hours; using hours feels more ancient.)

Time passed amidst the annoying buzzing. When sunlight streamed vertically into the room from the courtyard, it was
noon, and the maidservant promptly brought in lunch. Looking back at Ellie, the pain seemed to
have lessened somewhat. Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, her starry eyes were half-closed, and her cheeks were flushed. She
still covered her mouth and remained silent, though her breathing had become more rapid.
Nearly three hours had passed since I was brought here at dawn, and Ellie had been tortured like this for so long.
The sweat on her body had soaked through her thin bathrobe, making it almost completely transparent and clinging to her skin.

After the buzzing stopped, Ellie finally let out a weak sigh of relief, her tense body relaxing,
her face extreme exhaustion. I quickly gave her some water. Before feeding her, I tasted all the food
to make sure it wasn't laced with any strange poisons. Then I selected the mildest-seasoned dishes for Ellie.
These dishes were common delicacies on a noble's table, not at all like what a prisoner would eat. But Ellie indeed
had little appetite, eating much less than usual. Although she had always appeared strong, the pain she was enduring
was probably unimaginable to me.

But I'm powerless to protect her now; instead, I'm playing the role of tormenting her. After
a short , it's another three hours of continuous sex with instruments. Even when I turn my back to her, I can still hear
her breathing becoming increasingly labored, occasionally letting out a soft, coquettish nasal sound
. Although it's to clear my family's name of the injustice they suffered, isn't this making Ellie bear everything alone? I'm
torn, unsure if my choice is right.

Those three agonizing hours felt incredibly long, each second stretching endlessly. When the buzzing finally stopped, it was
dusk. Only a faint orange sunset shone through the courtyard, darkening the room. Only
the torches stuck at the top of the stairs outside could illuminate a corner of the fence.

According to the training schedule, there was only one meal a day at noon, and after bathing in the evening, they went straight to bed,
sleeping for about five hours, just enough to allow their tired bodies to rest fully. After a whole day of training
, Ellie looked very weak, her legs were so weak that she could barely stand, and I had to carry her
to the bath.

Walking through the curtain in the corner of the cell, turning a 90-degree turn, there was a
luxurious bath. The walls were embedded with magical ores that sealed the light spirits, providing soft spatial lighting
. The spacious bath in the center was decorated with an oriental-style garden, and the water was fresh spring water from underground,
heated to a comfortable temperature by fire spirit ores in the waterway. Such equipment was something that even noble families didn't
have. Those few ores alone must have been incredibly expensive, and to have them installed in this underground cell,
the owner of this prison must have lived a life of unimaginable extravagance.

"Ellie, can you still move? Do you need me to help you?"

"Um...no, no, I can do it myself, thank you for your concern."

We were soaking naked in the bathtub, back to back. Ellie must still feel ashamed
; she seemed subtly nervous, using polite language somewhat shyly. It was my first time bathing like this with my fully developed
sister, and hearing the sounds of her bathing behind me, I felt equally embarrassed.
To ease this feeling, we started talking about what happened after our family was framed.

Ellie told me that she was
arrested by the Royal Guard on her way home after a prayer ceremony at the Moonlight Temple. Her spiritual power was inexplicably sealed, and she was imprisoned here. During this time,
she received no news from the outside world, only hearing from the guards that the Holy Knight family was accused of treason. She was constantly
worried about my father and my safety and didn't dare resist, so she obediently remained imprisoned.

I told her what I learned during our escape: my father was indeed imprisoned in the official prison, and
the conspirators behind the plot probably didn't dare to make arbitrary convictions and sentences yet. I had already sent a message to my cousin asking him to bring troops to rescue us.
The remaining issue was that if the evidence we had could be passed on, it would become irrefutable proof
to overturn expose the real traitors. Therefore, we had to survive to protect our family's reputation.

"Ellie, I will definitely find a chance to get you out of here. Until then, I'm afraid you'll have to suffer..."

"It's okay, I trust you, brother. Just think about what you want to do, don't worry about me
. If there's a chance... even if only you escape..."

"Don't talk nonsense. Since you said you trust me, of course we should escape together."

"Um... I'm sorry, then it's all up to you~"

Although it was a bit of a boast, we were really at a disadvantage. Whether we had a chance to
survive depended on when the other side would be less vigilant. That wasn't up to me. All I could do was
seize the opportunity when it came! But even in this disadvantageous situation, we still needed hope to support our spirits
and keep going. A general has to pretend to be very confident. Sometimes, leading troops into battle is like that too.

After her bath, Ellie seemed to feel a bit better. She lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep. I
lay on the carpet on the floor, gazing at the clear night sky through the skylight. Sigh… It’s only
a few feet from here to the ground, yet it’s not easy to reach. Is there a good escape plan…

Tonight is the night of the full moon. When the moonlight shines down at midnight, having Ellie stand in the moonlight
should restore a considerable amount of her spiritual power. The principle of the sealed potion is to cause the energy in the body to dissipate and not
recover naturally. However, Ellie’s class is the Priestess of the Moon Temple. This special magical unit can quickly recover energy under the moonlight
, and the recovery speed will exceed the dissipation effect of the potion.

This way, if the battle were to break out at the fence, it would be overwhelmingly advantageous for us. The problem is, if the enemy retreats
to the stairs to defend, we can't pursue them. Ellie will lose her
spiritual power once she leaves the courtyard bathed in moonlight. The enemy can simply maintain their distance and wait for midnight to pass. It's difficult for me to protect Ellie while
keeping the enemy tied down at the fence. I've done various wargame simulations in my mind, but I can't find a foolproof
plan. It seems this strategy won't work...

Damn it... I have too few resources. If I could at least have a sword, I wouldn't need
such complicated calculations. One strike, one kill, and they'd be gone in seconds.
It's a disgrace that the Holy Knights, the strongest fighting force, are struggling with a few berserkers.

I pondered various tactics, but ultimately none were satisfactory. I had no choice but to go to sleep for now,
ending my first day in this prison.

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Tenth Day of Imprisonment—

The morning sunlight streamed through the courtyard onto my face. I sighed as I woke up.
Ten days had passed since I was locked up here, and I couldn't think of a good way to escape. In the end, I could only try to
break through head-on when they weren't looking, but the problem lay in their troop deployment.

I sat up and looked outside. Four berserkers were still staring intently at this spot outside the fence. These four guys
had been blocking the door for ten days straight, without sleep or rest. They really didn't need to take turns resting. This meant that
Sheila was transmitting energy through the magical connection. Although she hadn't shown her face for the past ten days, I should
conservatively estimate that she had stayed in this prison the whole time.

If I want to launch a surprise attack, I must take down these guys at the entrance before Sheila arrives to support me
, otherwise I'll be outnumbered. Considering the time it took her to run from the first level,
taking down four berserkers in that time will be difficult. If I can reduce it by one more
, it will be manageable. It seems the enemy has calculated their troop deployment; Sheila seems very shrewd.

Breaking out now is a gamble that Sheila won't arrive immediately, but that's too risky. Since Ellie
has already made such a sacrifice, I want to wait for the best opportunity to strike. I only have one
chance; it would be too much to fail due to recklessness. For now, I should continue to play it safe and wait for
them to lower their guard further before making my move.

"Ellie, wake up, it's light now."

"Hmm? Good morning, brother..."

Ellie sat up sleepily after I shook her awake. She still looked very tired.
After all, she had been tormented for so long every day for days. With her spiritual power sealed, her body
and mind were no different from an ordinary weak woman. She was just holding on with sheer willpower, but it was obvious that
she was severely exhausted. After Ellie sat up, her loose, thin bathrobe slipped down to her wrists, revealing

a pair of full, round breasts. However, she was neither shy nor did she try to cover them up. Perhaps she didn't have the energy to care about such things . After all, we had been together day and night for the past ten days, and if we made a fuss every time an awkward situation occurred, it would never end. "Sorry... I still can't find an opportunity to make a move. Please hold on a little longer..." "Hmm... It's okay, I can continue. It's not as painful as it was at the beginning. Don't worry." Ellie probably understood that the breakout couldn't be rushed, so she pretended to be cheerful to comfort me. I really felt bad for her. I wish I could take her place and suffer instead. After she took the lubricant from my hand and applied it , she resignedly sat on the sex toy. Once I secured her firmly, the familiar buzzing sound began. Ellie leaned back in the chair in a relaxed manner, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, her legs slightly apart. She no longer tried to cover her chest or close her legs, nor did she try to suppress her moans. She probably knew that even if she tried to hold back, it would be futile. She could only give up and let out melodious moans in rhythm with the thrusting of the wooden stick between her legs.
















By bending slightly down to look between her legs, one could vaguely see the round-headed wooden stick
moving in and out of Ellie's lower body. It rotated clockwise around its central axis while simultaneously extending and retracting in a piston-like
motion. Initially, the thrusting was quite slow, then gradually accelerated, accelerated, and accelerated again. Ellie's
moans grew increasingly passionate and frantic. Each time the stick was withdrawn,
a large amount of clear, viscous fluid was scraped from the umbrella-shaped tip, flowing down the stick to the drain hole directly below it.

The increasingly rapid penetrating torture continued until Ellie reached orgasm, at which point it would pause briefly. During orgasm, she would let out a high-pitched and
long cry, her entire body tensing and arching backward, her fingers and toes curling up.
After a few convulsions, she would collapse limply, but she wouldn't get a rest. The stick would then begin the next round
of slow thrusting, then gradually accelerate again until Ellie reached orgasm, and so on indefinitely.

After several orgasms, Ellie would become delirious and unaware of her surroundings.
Thanks to this, she wouldn't notice my gaze or feel any shame. I didn't intentionally want to see her
orgasm; I was simply responsible for keeping her hydrated. Whether she was panting heavily, drenched in sweat
, or leaking copious amounts of vaginal fluid, all of this caused continuous dehydration. So, I had to take advantage of
the brief pauses in the thrusting to lift Ellie's chin and drip water into her mouth. Because Ellie was panting heavily
, directly pouring water would cause her to choke, so I could only drip small amounts frequently, doing this after each orgasm. This
continued for three hours until the buzzing stopped, and the maid brought lunch on time.

"Alright, Ellie, take a short rest and it's time to eat."

"Eh... is it already noon...?"

Ellie, gradually regaining her senses, responded groggily. It seemed she hadn't even
noticed the passage of time while being disciplined. She was completely exhausted and didn't have the strength to feed herself
. I had to break her food into small pieces and feed her, just like taking care of a patient. Over the past
few days, Ellie's gaze towards me had begun to show a hint of dependence.

Because she was swallowing food much more slowly now, and I was asking her to eat more to replenish her nutrition,
lunchtime took almost an hour. Then, the next three hours of discipline would begin. By the
time it was over, the sun had already set. I carried the now nearly exhausted Ellie to the bathhouse.

"Brother... help me wash, I can't do anything right now..."

She looked at me with that dependent look again. Although I felt there were some ethical issues... this was my sister asking
me for help, not the time to think about those trivial matters. After I put her down, I first went
behind her and started washing her back. Ellie's bare back was warm and flawless, her skin soft and smooth,
the touch was so captivating that it seemed to stick to my palm. As I washed her like this, her breathing became rapid again for some reason.

"Hmm... Brother... the front... needs washing too... please..."

Ellie's tone had a subtle, almost coquettish quality. I felt awkward facing her directly,
so I stayed behind her, turned my head away, and wrapped my arms around her. I cupped her round,
firm breasts in my hands and washed them. My fingers
sank Ellie's breathing seemed to become even sweeter. Then... as I was washing
, I accidentally touched her hard nipple. Ellie let out a small scream and
trembled as if she had been electrocuted. I was startled and quickly released her.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No...don't stop...keep touching me...ah...um...just a little bit...I'm about to come..."

Ellie's reaction was a little strange, and her voice sounded like she was in a lot of pain. I leaned forward to look and was surprised
to find that Ellie's hand was sliding up and down between her legs, teasing her private parts
. Her face had a half-dreaming, half-awake look on her face.

"Uh...don't do that, Ellie, cheer up."

"I'm sorry...I feel so uncomfortable...I need to release it...it'll be okay in a bit...help me..."

Ellie whimpered in discomfort, her expression looking very distressed...but also like she had a bit of pleasure in it.
I didn't know what to do with her like this, but I couldn't just leave her like this. In the end, I hugged her again and
pinched her two erect nipples, gently kneading them. I saw her unconsciously twisting her body in my arms
, finally moaning and curling up into a ball, then slowly going limp. This...is that coming?

"Ellie, have you calmed down?"

"Um... I'm sorry for making you look so embarrassing... My body is suddenly acting a little strange..."

Ellie seemed very ashamed, lowering her head and covering her face with her hands, her ears turning red with embarrassment
. Hmm... this is the usual her. But has she been negatively affected during the training? I
couldn't help but worry about her health, feeling that we couldn't let this drag on any longer...

"Ellie, how about we break out tomorrow? If Sheila doesn't react quickly enough, I'll win."

"Hmm... I have no objection if you think that's a good idea, but you always tell me...
you can't act on emotion when marching and fighting. Please think it over carefully before making a decision."

Sigh... I really lost my composure, and now it's my sister's turn to remind me. We've been taught since childhood
to be almost ruthlessly calm on the battlefield, and to be willing to abandon our families when necessary. Now, I
bear the great responsibility of protecting our family's name. Even if I use Ellie as a pawn, she won't blame me.

Of course, if I judged that now was the best time to act, then I could go all out,
but my judgment wouldn't need to take Ellie's situation into account; that's what she meant. But truly abandoning
my own sister would be a difficult and heavy choice. Perhaps I'm still too immature as a warrior
. After bathing, I lay on the floor pondering this question, unable to find an answer, and finally
fell asleep close to midnight.

In my hazy state, I smelled a strong honey scent. Something sticky had been poured over me
. Although I quickly became alert and awake, it was already too late. Opening my eyes, I saw
Sheila, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, giving me a seductive smile. I tried to get up but couldn't move, and I couldn't speak.
The liquid on my body… uh, it wasn't a liquid at all, but a paralyzing slime, a specialty of the Southern Kingdom of Isis
, covering my entire body and slowly moving. Normally, the paralyzing effect wouldn't be this intense
; it would only slow down movement, not render me completely immobile.

"Hehe... This is pretty powerful, isn't it? This is a specially modified familiar, with several times
the paralysis effect against men, but the downside is that it becomes ineffective against women..."

Even so, Sheila shouldn't be trying to attack me. I don't know what she's up to. This
paralysis effect will only last for a quarter of an hour at most. Then there's this honey-scented smoke... The room
is filled with smoke. This is probably some kind of sorcerer's hypnotic smoke technique. The smell makes me feel calm and drowsy
, but it doesn't seem to work on someone who's trained. I used my inner energy to resist the smoke, remaining awake and
staring intently at Sheila. Now, I just need to wait for the paralysis effect to wear off, then I'll jump up and kill her...

But she probably knows that paralysis and the hypnotic smoke can't hold me off for long. She doesn't have a berserker with her, so is she just going
to come here and offer herself up? What is this woman thinking...?

"Oh, don't be so nervous. This is just a dream for you. You won't remember
anything . Just follow your heart's desires now. Don't worry about anything
else, understand~ Ellie-chan?"

"Yes... follow your desires... understand..."

"Hehe... what a good girl, Ellie-chan. Alright, go on~"

Ellie swayed towards me from the bedside. She was completely naked, and her exposed body
had an ethereal beauty under the moonlight. But her eyes were vacant and her face was expressionless, as if she were under some kind of evil
spell. I wanted to call her but couldn't make a sound. She straddled my lap, pulled down my pants, and
took out my penis.

"Hmm...this is...brother's..."

She leaned down and stared at the thing, her previously lifeless eyes igniting with a strange passion.
A sweet smile appeared on her lips as she brought her face close and kissed the tip of the thing, then
gently licked it back and forth with her tongue. Although I didn't want to look at Ellie with a sexual gaze, I couldn't help but feel
my penis getting hard and erect under such erotic service. It was just a pathetic physiological instinct.

"I'm sorry... These past few days, being locked up together, I don't know why I developed strange thoughts about you, brother.
Isn't this kind of sister disgusting? But I still want to use my body to make you feel good..."

Ellie had somehow learned the skills of servicing men. She shouldn't have had any
experience with this before being locked up here, but she skillfully took the entire penis into her mouth,
wrapping it with her warm, moist oral mucosa and sucking it skillfully. My penis, lacking any female experience, was being gently squeezed like this.
Unable to hold back any longer, I shamelessly ejaculated all of it into Ellie's mouth, which she drank down completely.

After the violent ejaculation, a subtle feeling of exhaustion spread throughout my body. Combined with the extra breath-inducing
sedatives I'd inhaled while my breathing was erratic, my head began to feel dizzy, and my thoughts became sluggish. Ellie continued
to pull open my shirt and kiss my chest. I could only let her do as she pleased,
feeling a faint burning sensation all over my skin. I saw Sheila injecting magic into the slime... Was she really
going to attack me after all? But the power is so weak… at most it will only cause minor flesh wounds… too weak…
what is Sheila doing…?

“Brother… I love you, if one day we can be in love… I will give
you everything…”

Ellie murmured seductive words, lying on top of me, our bodies
intertwined . I deeply felt the soft touch of the girl’s beautiful body, especially the pair of full breasts on her chest
. The feeling of them pressing against me was indescribably comfortable. I almost instinctively wanted to hug her body
, but I still couldn’t move.

Then Ellie’s whole body emitted a faint glow. It was midnight, and under the moonlight of the waning moon, she
recovered some spiritual power and cast a low-level healing spell. The divine healing power covered my
whole body through Ellie’s body, healing the burns on the surface of my skin. The original burning and stinging sensation was dispelled, and I felt much more refreshed.

Ellie hugged me tightly and began kissing me. Although the lingering smell of semen in her mouth made me
feel a little repulsed, the comfort emanating from her body outweighed it all. I could clearly feel that
uniquely feminine softness gently enveloping my entire body, almost as if it were melting into my skin.
As Ellie kissed me, I was immersed in this comfort, and my consciousness gradually drifted away...

"Hehe... Ellie-chan did a great job! Your magical talent is truly enviable... From now on
, I'll be relying on you every day. Let's complete this great project together~"

...

...

The eleventh day after my imprisonment—

the morning sunlight streamed through the courtyard onto my face. As usual, I looked towards the entrance and was pleasantly surprised
to find only three berserkers remaining guarding the fence. This was the perfect force for my breakout, effectively
splitting the enemy's strength in two. Before the second wave of reinforcements arrived, I could easily defeat these three
, then focus on the reinforcements. With only three berserkers protecting her, Sira would have a hard time defending against my attacks.
Defeating her would be my victory!

Had the enemy finally lowered their guard? Or was there a trap? In any case, now was the best
time to strike. I resolved to subtly circulate my inner energy, but noticed that for some reason, I
only had about 70% of my remaining energy. Even if I could defeat the three berserkers at the gate,
it wouldn't be enough to fight the second wave of reinforcements. After all, using my ultimate technique to break through the iron fence was a huge drain on my energy.

Damn it… such a good opportunity, why am I so short of energy? I stretched
my limbs and felt nothing unusual. If I had to say… my muscles seemed a little less firm?
My muscles are the result of years of martial arts training. While they may not be as abnormally developed as the muscles of a berserker
… they are still far beyond the level of an average warrior, providing powerful explosive force and defense, which
complements .

But I feel like the calluses on the surface of my muscles aren't as thick as usual today, the calluses on my sword-wielding hands are
thinner, and the scars from battle wounds are fainter. Is this just my imagination
? I feel like I'm not in good shape today. Even though it's a rare opportunity to have one less berserker, I guess I'll have to give it up for now
… I'll wait until my energy is fully restored before making any plans. The fighting spirit that surged in my chest has subsided again.

"Ellie, wake up, it's daylight."

Another day, as usual, has begun…

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The twentieth day after imprisonment—

The morning sunlight streamed through the courtyard onto my face. As usual, I looked towards the entrance upon waking. Since
the eleventh day, the guards at the fence had maintained three berserkers, rotating shifts,
making it unclear whether Sheila was still nearby. Was this a ploy to lure her out or a ruse
? That cunning woman… I really couldn't read her mind.

However, the energy recovery I was waiting for hadn't materialized; instead, it was gradually decreasing, now only about
40% remaining. Observing it these past few days, it seemed like I was under the influence of an incomplete sealing potion—the energy
recovery rate was slowing, while the rate of natural loss and dissipation was increasing, resulting in a continuous, slow decline in energy.

Furthermore, my body has been undergoing subtle changes every day. It wasn't an illusion; over the past ten days, my muscles
have gradually become loose and deflated, like air has been released. I no longer resemble a warrior
; now I'm more like a laborer or miner. Consequently, my attack and defense abilities have decreased
, and my energy cannot be replenished, making my combat strength far inferior to before.

Although I don't understand the cause of these changes, continuing like this is practically a death sentence. Should I make
a final, desperate attempt? In the current situation, if Sheila were still here, I definitely wouldn't be able to defeat her. I can only assume
she's out on errands. If I use my ultimate technique to break through the fence… I won't have the strength to
fight those three guys at the gate. I can only sidestep them and escape at full speed towards the gate. As long as I don't
encounter Sheila's obstruction on the first floor, I can escape smoothly. This is the most feasible plan at the moment.

But this also means I have to abandon Ellie and escape alone. I struggled internally for a long time, but I still couldn't do such a
cruel thing. If I escape like this, I'll definitely feel guilty for the rest of my life! Anyway, I'm not sure if Sheila
is even there, so rushing out now would be gambling with the odds. It's better to wait until the next full moon night,
when Ellie can use divine magic to restore my energy before making a move. For now, I'll just have to be patient.

Speaking of Ellie, her situation isn't good either. After twenty days of "training," her body is
gradually deteriorating. Besides encouraging her, I can't offer any real salvation. I often
feel guilty about this. If she hadn't cooperated with me, she wouldn't be like this. But it's too late now, so I can only grit my teeth
and persevere. Otherwise, all my previous efforts will be in vain.

"Ellie, wake up, it's dawn."

I called to her as usual, but found that she was already awake, facing the wall and
sobbing softly.

"Waaah... I think I can't go on anymore, brother, don't worry about me, just run away..."

"How could I do that? Don't say such discouraging things, be good, hang in there a little longer, okay?"

I gently stroked Ellie's head with my palm, and she seemed to enjoy it, her emotions gradually calming
down .

"Waaah... Brother is always like this, you're so cunning, knowing I can't refuse..."

Ellie turned around, looking at me with that dependent gaze again, now with an indescribable
persistence and longing. Whenever she looked at me so passionately, I felt a tickle in my heart. This wasn't
the look a younger sister should have when looking at her older brother. I forced down my distracting thoughts and handed the bottle of lubricant to Ellie.
She shook her head, spreading her legs for me to see. Her groin was already covered in sticky, sticky fluid…

“Brother… when I woke up this morning, I was just thinking about being disciplined again… and
so much fluid just naturally came out. I’ve become such a horny girl. I’m so afraid
that you’ll hate me… Waaah…”

Ellie looked sad, and tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke. I could only offer verbal comfort;
there was nothing else I could do to help.

“Don’t think like that. No matter what Ellie becomes, I won’t hate you. There’s nothing
to worry about. Come here, sweetie.”

Ellie was coaxed and quickly became very compliant. I led her to the sex toys.

"No... like this... ugh... please... don't look at me... ahh...!"

As Ellie sat down on the wooden stick, she couldn't help but show a satisfied expression, letting out a sweet
sigh. A large amount of lustful juice overflowed from her mysterious slit. I pretended to be calm and used
a belt to tie her to the sex toy. Ellie's already full breasts had swelled up even more in recent days. Even if I
opened my palm as wide as possible, I still couldn't hold them. The visual impact of the belt tightening around them was dazzling. The beautiful
pink nipples at the tips were already erect due to pleasure.

Once her body was secured, a buzzing sound began, and Ellie quickly became delirious.
The wooden stick thrust in and out of her, making gurgling, obscene sounds. Ellie breathed
sweetly and seductively with the rhythm of the thrusts, sounds that seemed to be seducing men. Her love juices flowed incessantly as if she had lost
control her bladder, unable to drain completely through the drain holes in the chair. Warm, clear fluids continuously overflowed
onto the seat and dripped from the edges onto the floor.

In recent days, Ellie's tolerance for pleasure had decreased significantly, and the frequency of her orgasms
had become shorter and shorter. She would immediately orgasm as soon as the wooden stick accelerated. Ellie's expression was relaxed, her face flushed
, her eyes filled with desire. Under the repeated forced orgasms, her beautiful face was covered with joyful tears and
saliva, emitting sexy moans. Her lovely tongue unconsciously darted out slightly. Her
chaotic appearance, immersed in pleasure, was no different from the women she had seen on the second floor.

Drips of water into her mouth weren't enough, so I simply wet two fingers and put them in her mouth. She
would unconsciously suck and lick them, her face filled with ecstasy. She looked like a docile
little animal, so endearing. Watching her both seductive and adorable aroused state, and listening to her soft, seductive moans
, my penis uncontrollably became erect. I shouldn't have lustful thoughts about my own sister. If I didn't
restrain myself, wouldn't I be deviating from my chivalrous duty?

After a day of training, we went to the bathhouse. As usual, I had to help Ellie release the pent-up pleasure within her.
This was something I did every day. At first, it was just to help her relieve herself, but without realizing it, I gradually became addicted to it. Her luxurious and beautiful body was truly irresistible, and there was a special sense of transgression
when I caressed her . I knew I shouldn't do it, but it only made it more exciting.


Regardless, I did it because Ellie had a need. After the training session, without my
caresses, her body would itch and ache so much that she couldn't sleep. I had no choice but to comply.
I could only justify it to myself by saying that I wouldn't do it again once the cause disappeared, otherwise I wouldn't be able to continue.

"I'm sorry, brother, I always have to ask you to do these things for me..."

I feel like Ellie's personality is getting weaker and weaker? She was just humble, quiet, and easily embarrassed before
, but after being locked up here, she has become more and more docile and lacks confidence, as if she can be manipulated at will
. Her attitude makes me want to bully her.

"You say that, but you have such a hungry look on your face?"

"Ugh...it's because if I don't release it...I won't be able to calm down..."

"Okay, don't be shy. There's no one else here. This is just a secret between us. Feel free
to give yourself to me..."

Ellie's shy yet eager expression was so cute. I pulled her into my arms,
grabbed her breasts and gently kneaded them. The soft flesh changed shape in my hands. Ellie's body
quickly lost its strength, and her expression became dazed. She turned her head to look up at me and slowly brought her cherry lips to my lips
. I naturally kissed her. Our tongues intertwined, and the wonderful
pleasure made my mind gradually go blank. Even though it was the first time I kissed her, I felt a strange sense of familiarity.

We continued our passionate kiss, and I felt Ellie's hand boldly grasp my penis, rubbing it up and down
with varying pressure . I had been holding back all day, and now, suddenly
being squeezed like this by her soft little hands, I felt my waist go weak, as if I was about to ejaculate...

"Gurgle... Ellie, if you keep doing this... I'm going to cum..."

"Mmm... cum... I'm almost there too... Let's... together... ooh... nipples... oh...!"

As I ejaculated, I pinched Ellie's nipples hard, and she trembled violently from the stimulation,
reaching orgasm along with me. After catching my breath, I continued to hold her tenderly and rest. Her soft, fragrant body
felt very comfortable to hold. We had become a little numb from doing this every day, and only when we were here,
demanding from each other, could we temporarily put aside our identity concerns, and our behavior gradually became bolder. But as soon as we left
this bathhouse, we would return to our ordinary brother-sister relationship.

"Hmm... Brother's semen... so sticky..."

Ellie murmured against my chest, her expression still lingering, making it hard for me
to tell if she was deliberately flirting or if it was just a natural, unintentional remark...

"You... still not calmed down? Shall I continue?"

"Huh? No... continuing will make things weird... I'll want to be with you... so no...!"

Ellie crossed her arms over her chest timidly, looking rather embarrassed, seemingly genuinely refusing.
Sigh... then don't say things that are digging your own grave! Although I was curious to see
what she meant by "making things weird," I also knew there were certain red lines I couldn't cross. My
role was just to relieve Ellie's pain, at most I could only caress her. Kissing her now was already crossing a line
, and going any further to be with her was absolutely out of the question.

After showering, we returned to our sibling relationship. She slept on the bed, and I slept on the floor, maintaining a proper
distance. Although she still looked at me with that dependent gaze, she wouldn't make any intimate moves.

Ellie, exhausted from the day, quickly fell asleep, while I lay on the floor, troubled. In
the twenty days we'd been imprisoned here, both of us had undergone some changes. My fighting strength had weakened, which
was also a concern, but I was more worried about Ellie's condition—her physical degeneration, her personality shift, her mental
instability. I never imagined that "training" would produce such a drastic change; I thought simply
enduring the shame and humiliation would be enough.

Sheila's main target was undoubtedly Ellie; I was merely a hostage used as leverage. Weakening
my fighting strength was just a defensive measure. The changes in Ellie were what she truly desired,
but I hadn't been able to stop it, hence my anxiety. Our daily routines were simple, Sheila
hadn't caused any more trouble, and the food's composition seemed normal. I didn't know why we had changed
, so I was at a loss.

The conclusion was still that we had to find a way to escape first, and then find a way to treat her. This meant I couldn't possibly abandon
Ellie and run away alone. The final battle would be on the night of the full moon in ten days. I just hoped we could hold out until
then. I was so worried that I didn't fall asleep until almost midnight.

In my hazy state, I smelled a strong honey scent, and my whole body was
enveloped in something like mud. I woke up with a start to find the room filled with smoke, a kind of intoxicating mist that could disorient me. I
quickly activated my inner energy to maintain my consciousness, and then I saw Sheila walk from the doorway to Ellie's bedside. I tried desperately
to get up, but my body wouldn't move, and I couldn't make a sound.

"Ellie-chan, wake up, it's time for sweet dreams again. You don't need to suppress your desires anymore
, it's all just a dream, so go ahead and do all sorts of lewd things to your beloved brother~"

"Mmm...it's all...a dream..."

Ellie, who was fast asleep, sat up after being woken up by Sheila, but perhaps it wasn't quite awake. She just
walked to my side like a sleepwalker, took off her bathrobe, and straddled my lap naked.

"Brother...please make me feel good with my body..."

Ellie's tone was full of sweet affection as she smoothly pulled off my clothes. This scene felt
strangely familiar. Even though Ellie hadn't started touching my body yet, my penis had already
hardened on its own, as if anticipating what was to come. Ellie smiled sweetly at this and leaned down to
insert into her cleavage.

"I'll use my breasts on you today... Please cum all of it..."

Ellie cupped her breasts in her hands and skillfully rubbed them against my penis. The soft, smooth flesh brought me intense
pleasure . She would occasionally lower her head and suck on the tip of my penis, looking fascinated
and making hissing sounds. It was as if she had mastered my body's weakness, continuously stimulating sensitive areas that I
didn't know existed. This alluring and sexy posture... was completely unlike the Ellie I knew. My penis
couldn't last long before she made it throb, and the urge to ejaculate surged.

"Hmm... I like you so much... Brother... I want to be yours... I want to be
messed up ... I can hardly control myself anymore, but this kind of thing can't be allowed, right? So...
I can only... um...?"

Ellie's words were cut short because I had already ejaculated. She quickly opened her mouth to catch it and continued to
suck out all the remaining semen from my urethra. After being squeezed like this, I felt a subtle sense of exhaustion spread
throughout my body, my true energy was also disordered, and I began to feel drowsy. The slime covering my body
burned the surface of my skin with weak energy, while Ellie used the light of the crescent moon shining down from the skylight to activate a basic healing spell
. Her body overlapped with mine, healing the damage caused by the slime.

Ellie held me tightly as she kissed me, our tongues entwined in a sticky embrace. Her
semen flowed down my throat, and I was forced to swallow it. Although it smelled and was sticky, I didn't feel
any aversion. The girl's beautiful body clung to mine, and I could clearly feel the delicate, smooth touch unique to
women , as tender as a newborn baby. That feeling enveloped my entire body
, almost as if it were seeping into me. As Ellie kissed me, I was immersed in this comfort, and my consciousness
gradually drifted into the distance...

...

...

The twenty-first day after my imprisonment—

The morning sunlight shone on my face through the courtyard. As usual, I looked towards the door after waking up.
There were only two berserkers guarding the fence left. It seemed that Sheila completely underestimated me. My energy
continued to decline today, and I only had about 20% left. I couldn't even unleash the secret technique to break through the iron fence.

In terms of physical strength… he's become worse than a farmer; his muscles have completely disappeared… his skin
is now just the feel of fat. His complexion has also lightened, even his pores have become smaller, and it doesn't feel
as rough as before. Overall, he looks like a pale-faced scholar, like those lazy civil officials.

With this physique, even if he fully replenishes his energy, I don't know how much power he can unleash. The final
outcome depends on how weak the enemy's defenses are. For now, he can only try to appear weak, making Sheila think he's
no threat and diverting her forces elsewhere, then he can catch her off guard! Until then, he has to
continue pretending to be obedient.

"Ellie, wake up, it's daylight."

Another day, as usual, begins…

=====================================


Thirty Days After Imprisonment—

The morning sun shone through the courtyard onto my face. Counting the days, tonight's midnight is the final battle.
Although Ellie was forced to take the sealed potion, under the full moon, she can use higher-level holy magic
, including spells to restore her teammates' energy. This means I can unleash my martial arts techniques continuously. Ellie's
move is a very rare skill; few priestesses throughout history have possessed it. Ellie hasn't even been on the battlefield yet
, so Sheila probably didn't expect her to have this ability.

Now, I have absolutely no energy left, completely zero. Sheila might be gradually lowering her guard
, and there's only one berserker left at the door. If I suddenly regain my energy, it will have a surprising effect.

My body... I never imagined it could deteriorate to this extent. From the civil servant-like appearance of ten days ago, it continues
to worsen. My limbs and torso have become thin and slender... completely devoid of strength. My skin has become pale
and delicate... as if a slight scratch would draw blood. Even my height has decreased... I used to be
two heads taller than Ellie, but now I'm almost the same height. I feel like this body... if you ignore the flat chest and the engorged
penis... the rest looks like a woman's body...

Fortunately, there's only one berserker left outside the fence. If I replenish my energy, I can still handle him,
as long as he doesn't receive any reinforcements. Now I can only pray that things go smoothly. Although
I'm not confident, whether I win or lose, it's the last day. After that, I won't have to put up with this kind of humiliation anymore. Thinking about
this actually makes me feel lighter.

"Ellie, wake up, it's daylight."

Ellie, exhausted both physically and mentally, still seemed half-asleep, obediently
strapped to the sex toy. Her body had completely succumbed to depravity; even the slowest thrusting of the wooden stick was enough to bring her
to orgasm. The stick had no chance to speed up at all. Under this punishment of the slowest speed, Ellie experienced one
orgasm after another, her expression completely melting. The sour, pungent smell of a girl in heat overpowered the original
scent of the air freshener in the room, an aroma that seemed to be inviting men, making me incredibly aroused.

But although my mind was excited... my body remained calm. My penis was completely erect. Over the past ten days
, as my physique had shrunk, my penis had gradually become shorter, and the semen I ejaculated had become increasingly thin.
Today, it was completely unable to get erect, feeling like an impotent penis. If it weren't for this,
I might have already violated Ellie. I've heard that when humans realize their lives are in danger, they instinctively want to
leave offspring, and I'm probably in that state right now... I especially want to insert my penis into Ellie's vagina, to
spread my seed inside her... But now I'm willing but unable, and I don't know whether to feel fortunate or regretful... The

fact that I feel this way probably means that I intuitively think I have little chance of winning tonight's decisive battle .
My confidence is bound to be shaken, having degenerated from a strong and muscular physique to this effeminate body .
From the beginning, I wanted to wait for a moment when I could win with absolute certainty, but the odds of winning
have gradually decreased, leaving me with no choice but to fight a desperate battle, gambling on a tiny hope of victory. But
this is still better than surrendering completely.

After a day of training, Ellie's vaginal opening couldn't immediately close; it remained
slightly open and lewdly wriggling. On the way to the bath, her love juices dripped continuously, leaving a long trail of water on the passage
. I carried her to the bath in a princess carry as usual, but her body felt heavier
. Of course, Ellie's weight hadn't increased; it was just that my arm strength had greatly diminished.
I couldn't even lift such a light and petite girl. If I couldn't undo these changes after escaping, my life as a warrior would
probably be over...

Once in the bath, I helped Ellie release her pent-up desire as usual, but even after one round, she still looked
incredibly thirsty. Seeing her so aroused made me want to continue teasing her.
Although I could no longer get an erection, the filthy emotions within me hadn't diminished; on the contrary, they had intensified. I
now saw Ellie completely as a woman, wanting to see her lost in pleasure in my hands.

"Ellie... your body is still restless, isn't it? Don't hold back today, just go for it!"

"Ugh... I told you I couldn't... the feelings I've managed to suppress will... anyway, I just can't..."

Ellie, as usual, crossed her arms over her chest, looking timid. But her incredibly weak
aura gave the impression that if you were a little forceful with her, she would definitely submit.

"Stop being so stubborn. We're breaking out at midnight tonight. How are we supposed to fight like this
? I need to clean you up."

I found an excuse to justify my actions. My hand went around her chest and directly towards the
mysterious area between her legs. Because we've always had an unspoken understanding that we would never touch
that area, Ellie seemed completely surprised that I would target that area. She froze for a moment, and it was too late when she tried to close her thighs
. My fingers were inserted into her smooth little hole and gently thrust in and out. Ellie let out a soft moan
, and the soft flesh of her hole wrapped around my fingers on its own.

"Ah...there...hmm...stop...ooh...ahh...so good...no...let me go..."

Her vagina, having been subjected to the sex toys for so long, had become extremely sensitive. Under the friction of the fingers, her waist rose up
, and she begged for mercy while twisting her body to try to escape the pleasure. I held her body down, and my fingers continued to
probe deeper into her vagina, stirring haphazardly. Ellie's moans grew louder, and her vaginal muscles contracted in waves.

"Ah...ahh...I can't hold back anymore...ooh...being stirred...so good...coming...coming again...ooh..."

A woman's body is truly amazing; such a simple action made her seem very comfortable. Ellie experienced
one orgasm after another under the invasion of the fingers, and her waist spasmed. Her original evasive movements turned into
accommodating movements, and she began to actively twist her waist to seek pleasure. The expression on her face also became wanton.

"Ah...like this...I can't take it anymore...I like...I like you so much...brother...brother...ahhh...!"

Ellie's voice grew increasingly faint, finally reaching a peak
of intense climax while calling out to me and crying. She collapsed into my arms like a broken doll. When she awoke from her dazed state
, her previously clinging gaze became even more morbid. She pressed herself intimately against me, burying her face in
my chest and repeatedly asking for kisses, like a clingy pet.

"Brother...I like you...I never want to leave you again..."

"Uh...yes...I like you too, Ellie..."

Ellie's uncharacteristic enthusiasm startled me. Suddenly, I didn't know how to react. Was this what
she meant by becoming strange? Why did she become like this after an climax? Would it recover after a while
? Or would there be a way to cure it after we escaped? Because I didn't understand what was happening,
I was filled with questions.

"If we escape successfully, will we still be together? Will my brother marry me?"

"Well... let's talk about that after we escape. Good luck in the battle later."

I really couldn't answer that question... so I avoided it. Our glorious paladin family has always
upheld justice and followed the rules. We absolutely cannot allow scandals like incest between siblings. Ellie should understand that
, but she clearly looked disappointed when she heard my answer, though she still nodded obediently.

"Yes... I'll do whatever you say, brother..."

"You must be tired after being tortured all day. Get some sleep. I'll wake you up at midnight."

I carried Ellie back to bed, but she still didn't want to let go of me. I could only sit on the edge of the bed and hold her
hand until she fell asleep, then I lay back down on the floor and waited for midnight to arrive. Just as midnight approached
, puffs of white smoke suddenly billowed into the room. I smelled a strong honey aroma. Although I immediately
covered my mouth and nose in alarm, I was completely out of energy. Even with my body pressed tightly against the ground, I
couldn't escape the smoke that filled the entire space. I struggled a few more times, but eventually passed out.

... When I awoke, it was already midnight

.

I was trapped inside a sticky slime
, unable to move a finger or make a sound. My clothes were completely off, and
Ellie, who was straddling my lap, was also naked. The full moonlight shone through the skylight onto Ellie's naked body,
creating a dreamlike beauty.

Although her body was so sexy, making me want to kiss her, my penis remained completely
still. Ellie reached out and teased my limp, short penis, a faint
smile on her face.

"Brother... I truly want to give you my body, I so desperately want to have your child, I
can't hold back any longer... but... you're fertile... I feel a sense of relief..."

Ellie's eyes began to look sickly again, lovingly stroking my drooping penis before moving down
to play with my scrotum.

"I can't forgive myself for having this desire, and I don't want to cause trouble for the family, but I
love you so much, brother, I can't be satisfied with just a brother-sister relationship anymore, and I'm so afraid that in the future I'll only be able to
watch you unite with other women, just imagining it makes me feel like I'm going to break down, so..."

Ellie looked dazed, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

"So... the only way is to turn you into a girl, there's no other way. It's all your fault
, you know, women in love are terrifying, from now on please live as my older sister~"

Wait... why did it end like this? Looking at Ellie's unfocused eyes, I felt as if she was
under some kind of mind-manipulation spell. I wanted to call out to her, to jump up and shake her awake, but my body
was under a powerful paralysis, completely unresponsive. The only one capable of such actions was… Just as I expected
, the name had barely surfaced in my mind when I saw Sheila calmly walk into the room from outside the fence.

"So, Ellie-chan, the long-lost great magic—Bio-Information Rewriting,
the duet of destruction and rebirth… Tonight, we've finally reached the final movement. Let's finish the rest in one go, Ellie-chan~"

"Yes… Lady Sheila…"

Ellie obeyed Sheila's instructions, activating a high-level healing spell, her entire body enveloped in a soft white light.

"Heh heh… Let's start with that poor, impotent penis, take this!"

Sheila's snake-headed staff emitted a dark green aura of curse magic as she unleashed a powerful offensive spell
. A glob of acidic venom shot from the snake's mouth—an acid so potent it would instantly
vaporize even steel armor. The venom struck the slime… yet it remained unharmed, merely
enveloping the green venom in its transparent body. The venom floated and swayed until it reached my groin…

I was utterly helpless, forced to watch in despair as the venom adhered to my genitals.
A searing pain shot through me; my penis and scrotum dissolved instantly. I tried to scream but
couldn't . Cold sweat poured down my body, but the powerful paralysis had dulled my senses
; otherwise, I likely would have fainted on the spot.

My groin was almost completely ulcerated, but Ellie healed my wounds with her blessing magic. Under the influence of high-level
healing magic, the previously mangled wounds healed rapidly, leaving no scars, as if
I had never been injured at all. But something's not right... My penis hasn't grown back. My crotch
feels empty; all that's left is a hollow crack.

"Hehe... Brother's grown a girl's little hole..."

Ellie's face revealed a seductive smile as she gently stroked the entrance of the crack. Then she inserted her fingers into
my genitals, lightly rubbing them repeatedly. Each time her fingertips slid over the delicate, sensitive folds,
a slight tingling and numbing sensation arose, and a strange pleasure washed over me. I felt incredibly happy.
My mind was a mess, and the walls of my vagina naturally secreted sticky fluid. The movement of her fingers became even smoother
, and the originally narrow cave was gradually widened under Ellie's patient exploration.

"Next, help your brother build a uterus, so he'll be a complete girl. And... let's
work on his vocal cords too, it's really unsettling for a girl to speak with a man's voice..."

But I'm not a girl... I couldn't even utter this weak protest. The venomous slime
burrowed into my mouth and genitals, filling my body from top to bottom. I felt my internal organs being completely
churned and crushed, leaving only the outer shell intact. The inside was completely hollowed out, becoming tattered and mangled. The slime's
originally transparent body had turned bright red from the large amount of blood drained out. But even with such near-death
injuries, I was quickly repaired by Ellie's healing.

As I recovered, the slime's paralyzing effect suddenly wore off, and I could move my body normally...
but I was still very weak. I struggled to back away, but Ellie pressed down hard on my shoulder.

"Ugh... Stop, Ellie, wake up..."

A soft, melodious girl's voice came from my mouth. I was stunned and
felt that everything happening was so unreal... as if I was just having a nightmare.

"No, sister, you're still a patient. How can you move around like that? Look, your features are still
your original handsome face. I can't stop my love for you like that, so I'm going to change your
face to a cute one... and your body has to be even sexier..."

The slime slowly swam over and wrapped around my whole body again. My scalp, face, and certain
parts of my body were being targeted and corroded. It even got into my eyes. For me, who had lost the numbing effect
, the pain was unbearable. I couldn't help but let out a miserable wail, and my consciousness suddenly became
blurred.

In a hazy state, I only felt Ellie press her large breasts against my face. Powerful healing magic
was transmitted through the physical contact, instantly relieving pain, healing wounds, and promoting blood circulation. Like a drowning person
grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, I instinctively hugged her tightly, burying my face deep into her cleavage.
A light and elegant fragrance emanated from her body, and I deeply felt this natural and pleasant aroma.
This fragrance filled my body... it was as if it was permeating every cell of my body.

"Yes...that's it, sister. Feel all of me now. Everything Ellie has belongs to you
...take it all away, and I'll consider it my offering to you~ Just kidding..."

Ellie's tone was filled with loneliness and sorrow. I couldn't understand the meaning behind her words, but with each
breath, I could feel my body gradually changing. Long, flowing hair grew, my face
became smaller and rounder, my chest swelled up like two mounds, my waist became thinner, my hips
became more shapely, and my whole body became sweet, soft, and smooth. It was just like...that's right, just like
Ellie on top of me.

After all the changes ended, midnight had just passed. The angle of the full moon's light shifted away
from the ceiling, and the spiritual light on Ellie's body dimmed. She slowly propped herself up, and I
felt her tears dripping onto my face.

"Ha... Facing my twin sister who's like a mirror image, I guess I'll never feel love again
. My first love is over from now on... From now on, I hope we can just be good friends.
Nice to meet you, sister."

With no pain in my body, I relaxed completely, feeling utterly exhausted. I
closed my eyes weakly, and my consciousness quickly sank into darkness...

…………

……

========================================



Thirty-one days after imprisonment, first day of female transformation—

I woke up a little late this morning and found myself not sleeping on the floor as usual, but
on a soft bed with Ellie. I sat up lazily, feeling something was off about my body…
I felt a heavy weight on my chest, and my long hair was draped over my bare back. Looking down, I saw
a pair of enormous breasts, like a woman's, growing on my body, and between my legs… Although my vision was obscured by the breasts,
I touched them… and sure enough, they were gone, leaving only a tightly closed slit…

In shock, I became fully awake and began to recall the events of last night at midnight, when Sheila and Ellie used magic
to turn me into a woman… So it wasn't a dream after all? I couldn't accept it and wanted to escape reality,
but pinching my cheeks, I had to acknowledge that it had indeed happened. This also means that the final
breakout attempt failed before it even began. Looking towards the entrance, there were no berserkers left. With my current
inability to use any skills and my frail, delicate body, I was helpless against the iron bars alone. Now, all I could do was...
I was hoping my cousin would find this place and rescue us… If I could hold off Sheila for a while…

Although my body had turned into a woman's, my heart was still that of a man. Rather than succumbing to
despair because of my own experiences, my priority was to uphold the family's honor and protect my sister. Speaking of which
, I was also worried about Ellie's condition. She looked like she was being controlled by Sheila… or at least manipulated, not
acting entirely of her own free will. Because her spiritual power was sealed and she was being tortured, she was becoming increasingly weak, and her resistance to mental magic
must have decreased significantly. The problem was that mental curse magic required a long time to cast at close range, like
the process of creating a berserker, which was very time-consuming. But Sheila hadn't spent that much time with Ellie every day?

"Ellie, wake up, I have something to ask you…"

My voice was a clear and gentle girlish voice… but not only that, it sounded very familiar
, and I felt like it was exactly the same as Ellie's voice? Looking closer, my light blonde hair,
the shape and size of my breasts, the curves and texture of my body—all looked exactly like Ellie's, who was lying next to me
. This made me even more suspicious. If I asked Ellie, she might know something.

"Ellie, wake up... Uh? Why are you so hot?"

Ellie's body temperature was alarmingly high, almost exceeding the level of a high fever. Even after I shook her awake, she
still seemed drowsy, her pupils unfocused, and her body seemed unusually sensitive. When I
gently shook her, she would let out seductive moans, her nipples would stand erect, and her lower body would begin to overflow with desire.

I knew she was in heat, but even after being tied to sex toys and disciplined for a whole day, it wouldn't be
this bad. Ellie's series of changes were truly incomprehensible. Just as I was feeling at a loss
, I heard the sound of the cell door opening, and Sheila approached with two berserkers.

"Oh dear, it seems the curse has completely seeped into Ellie's body. My job is
half done. Hehe... I'm going to take Ellie away now~"

"You! What did you do to Ellie? Powerful curses shouldn't be used at a distance..."

"Huh? At close range, of course. That sex toy over there is filled with my magic power through magic circuits
. Did you think it was just an ordinary machine? Every time Ellie climaxes from it, the aphrodisiac
curse seeps into her body little by little. She'll start to feel sexually aroused, crave
strong men around her, and her personality will become increasingly docile. The reason she falls in love with someone she shouldn't... is all
because of the curse~"

I never expected it to be like this... I should have been alert when Ellie's eyes started looking at me strangely. I thought
it was just a natural feeling arising from that situation, but it turns out it's because of the curse?
Damn it! Did I ruin her? If only I had broken through sooner, things wouldn't have turned out like this...

"The curse has fully taken effect now, Ellie-chan is beyond saving. In the end, once she's branded with the aphrodisiac
mark, she'll become an obedient slave. You deserve some credit for how smoothly my work went,
so just watch from the sidelines... witness Ellie-chan's fall into a sex slave..."

"You... ugh... let me go... don't lay a hand on Ellie...!"

The berserker moved closer, and even though I stood in front of Ellie, it was futile. Like a dog barking at a train,
the berserker, strong as an ox, easily subdued me. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't budge those thick
arms an inch. I could only watch helplessly as another berserker picked up Ellie and placed her on the sex toy.

The wooden stick was inserted into Ellie's lower body. A look of unsatisfied desire crossed her face. In a daze, she actively
twisted her waist, the stick moving in and out of her vagina with her movements. Ellie threw her head back, moaning excitedly, her whole body
trembling violently as she reached a powerful climax. At the same time, the strange runes carved on the wooden stick
appeared on Ellie's lower abdomen—a blood-red heart-shaped mark with wings.

After her climax, Ellie slumped against the chair back. Sheila gently stroked her face. Ellie was dazed
, breathing rapidly.

"Hehe... Ellie-chan just had her ovulation forced, she must be really eager to be fertilized now, right?"

"Ah...yes...I really want to be fertilized...please let me be fertilized..."

"Alright, your master will let you be fertilized later. The moment you receive his sperm,
your body and soul will belong to him. You will become a completely obedient slave, understand?"

"Understood...I will become my master's..."

"Well said, good girl. Now I'll send you to your master's side. Alright, take her away."

With Sheila's command, the berserker picked up Ellie and walked out of the room. Although I called out to her loudly
, she seemed not to hear me and quickly disappeared from my sight. Although I was anxious
, I had no choice but to disregard my dignity and beg Sheila for mercy.

"Don't do this, Sheila! You can't treat Ellie like this! You'll ruin her life! Although our two countries
are at war, we've always fought fairly and squarely. Pope Suleiman and my father both acknowledge
each other as lifelong rivals. Don't you have any respect for your enemy?
The Isis family of the Magic Knights, as far as I know, doesn't operate like this, does they?"

"What? I have my own problems too. To get my partners to help me, I
had to meet their demands. How can someone who's going to do great things be held back by worldly fame? Don't
worry too much. Ellie's situation isn't as bad as you think. That partner will definitely take good care of her and won't let
her suffer. I can guarantee that. That guy is so infatuated. He's only interested in Ellie, and
nothing else can sway him. That's why I'm going through so much trouble..."

Sheila said, then started to sulk.

"Look, while I was training Ellie, I was also afraid you'd commit suicide out of despair. I painstakingly
arranged things to make you feel like you had a chance to escape. I was constantly worried you'd quit.
Luckily, it went relatively smoothly. If Ellie had really insisted on committing suicide from the beginning, this deal would have
fallen through..."

According to Sheila, I was calculating and waiting for the best time to break out, but I ended up taking her bait
and falling completely into her trap. If I had died with Ellie from the start, that would have been Sheila's most troublesome option
. She couldn't really let us commit suicide, but even if she saved us, she wouldn't have the leverage to force us to comply
. If I didn't act according to her plan, she might not be able to fulfill her partner's requirements and the deal would be terminated.
It was a plan, but because I kept delaying, trying to find a chance to escape, and feigned cooperation in training Ellie, I inadvertently
helped her complete her plan. I was truly too clever for my own good.

If I had struck within the first ten days, even without complete certainty, I would still have had a chance of winning. The longer I waited,
the more disadvantaged I became. But saying this now is just hindsight. Historically, some famous generals won by taking risks
, while others endured until the last moment to turn defeat into victory. There is no single right answer. Everyone has a
different style of warfare. My style is cautious optimism; I don't fight battles I'm not confident of winning, but I make all kinds of preparations and
calculations, waiting for the decisive moment to arrive. In my past experience, this hasn't been a bad thing.

This time, however, the situation was far too unpredictable. I had no idea what their methods or schemes were,
so my calculations were bound to be off by a lot. But Sheila seemed to know everything about me, including skill consumption,
attack range, and modus operandi. She had everything arranged perfectly, a plan specifically designed to target me
. She used minimal forces to deter my actions and gradually strip me of my fangs and claws. Every time, I
felt like I was just a hair's breadth away, that I only needed a better opportunity to win, but that opportunity never came.

My actions were entirely within the enemy's expectations. This time, I was completely defeated, mainly due to the
disparity in intelligence. Although I was unwilling, I had to admit defeat. It was just a pity that Ellie had endured humiliation and survived alongside me
, only to suffer this fate... It was as if I had pushed her into the fire with my own hands. The thought
filled me with guilt.

"Hey... can I see Ellie one more time? I should at least apologize to her in person..."

This was all I could do now, but did it even matter? Or is this just to make me
feel better?

"I told you Ellie's situation isn't that bad, you're the one who's... sigh, never mind, I'll make an exception and take you to see her
, but in your current state, don't even think about saving her. She might not even respond to you if you talk to her, so you'd better be
prepared to make a fool of yourself."

Sheila told me to wait in the room while she called a maid to dress me in a noble lady's dress.
The women's clothes were loose and soft, adorned with many simple but useless lace trims,
bows, and ribbons. The puffy skirt felt cool underneath, and I really wasn't used to wearing this kind of clothing.

Then the maid brought over a full-length mirror to comb my hair. I looked at the face reflected in the mirror... it was
exactly the same as Ellie's, with bright eyes and white teeth, a stunning beauty who seemed untouched by worldly affairs, and with the noble and elegant
clothes, she looked just like a genuine noble lady. Although I had guessed it would be like this,
I still couldn't help but widen my eyes when I actually saw it. If I had to say what the difference was, Ellie's eyes always gave people a gentle
and quiet impression, while the girl in the mirror had bright and piercing eyes. That was the only difference.

"Hmph... Pretty amazing, right! Just like Ellie-chan, isn't she? This lost great magic can
replicate the biological characteristics of siblings with close blood ties. It's a very mysterious and forbidden magic. It's not just about corrosion
and healing. It involves handling the massive computational demands of writing gene chains... This is something ordinary magicians can't do
. We need to work closely together! There can't be the slightest mistake! This time, it's two geniuses, Ellie-chan and me..."

For some reason, Sheila suddenly became interested in this topic, getting more and more excited as she spoke, with a
smug expression on her face, like a child showing off to their parents after getting a high score on a school test. During
my time here, she always had a half-smile, giving me a mysterious feeling that I couldn't see through her thoughts
. I didn't expect her to have this pure and straightforward side. I feel like she's really passionate about this kind of research
... The Magic Knight family of Essis should be a military family like our Holy Knight family, so why did they raise such a
crazy, mad scientist-like daughter?

"What kind of look is that? Can't you understand the greatness of this magic? That's why I say you
martial artists are all blockheads, and Father is too. Researching this is
much . You'll be amazed when you discover its uses!"

"I didn't mean to belittle you, but I didn't expect your actual personality to be different from what I imagined.
These few days, you've given me the impression of a female demon... Aren't you being too lax these days..."

"Hmph! Don't treat me like a villain. I have my reasons... This is an experiment on human evolution. Oh dear
, so you're my first test subject... Hehe, I'll call you that from now on~"

What the hell? What's the point of an experiment that turns men into women? It's completely meaningless, but I'm not
in the mood to continue this topic. Now the maid has already combed my hair, put on hair ornaments, a shawl, a pendant, and
long gloves. I look like a princess going to a ball, except that my wrists are bound with thick hemp rope
, making me look like a princess in distress. Sheila then led me to where Ellie was.

After returning to the first level, we didn't take the underground passage that Kraken had used. Sheila
chanted a spell in front of a hidden door, and the door rose up. Going up the stairs behind that door, we entered
the first floor of a noble mansion. The beams, pillars, and walls of the corridors were inlaid with silver and gilded, displaying the utmost luxury.
In the entire royal city, there was probably only one person with such extravagance...

Following Sheila up to the third floor, the view from the window confirmed it: this was
the mansion of Chancellor Bram. The one who could command Kraken, the master of the underground prison, the holder of the sealed elixir, and Sheila's
partner—the true traitor who met all these criteria was Chancellor Bram Farto! I
had suspected it from the beginning, but I lacked evidence. Now, I had the evidence but couldn't speak out. If I had
a chance to escape, the evidence I possessed would definitely be enough to kill him with a single blow.

Bram is considered a legendary figure in the country. He wasn't born into nobility, but was a commoner who
amassed a fortune in his youth through business, becoming incredibly wealthy. In middle age, he abandoned commerce for politics, using his resources,
money, and women to curry favor with high-ranking nobles and gradually climb the ranks. He cultivated relationships with politicians with complex interests and fought against
political enemies with differing stances. After several treacherous political struggles, his power grew, eventually reaching
the core of the court's power. Finally, shortly after the ascension of the ninth emperor, he became prime minister.

Some call him a ruthless and ambitious figure, but I find him utterly distasteful and cannot respect him. I feel
he was overly ambitious and used dirty tricks, engaging in many underhanded maneuvers. Moreover, he always prioritized personal
gain over national interest, making him seem unworthy of his position. Crucially, he clearly knew nothing about military affairs, yet he only knew...
Hiding in the rear, he spouts nonsense, criticizing and sabotaging the soldiers defending their country, yet secretly
colludes with high-ranking officials of the enemy nation? His various misdeeds are truly outrageous.

"Ellie is in this room. Go in by yourself, and behave yourself. Don't say I brought you here."

Sheila led me to the door of what looked like the master bedroom and then ran off. I pushed open the door and
rushed in. Ellie was lying conspicuously on the large bed in the center of the room.
Two ribbons were wrapped around her naked body, making her look like a gift. Bram sat on the edge of the bed, wantonly
groping Ellie's body, pinching and kneading her breasts, rubbing her thighs. She
seemed completely out of her mind, offering no resistance, emitting seductive moans under the teasing of those thieving hands.

Hearing the sounds, Bram turned around, revealing a lewd smile and licking his lips.

"Hehe... Princess Hime's body is so alluring, I can't help but want to possess her."

Seeing this, my reason completely snapped. I already found his perpetually smirking face
disgusting, but now that I knew he was a traitor, I felt even more disgusted. This scum dared to try and defile my
precious sister! I couldn't tolerate it! Even if it was to fight for Ellie, I had to punch him. Since being
imprisoned, I'd constantly tried to convince myself to endure humiliation, but all my scheming backfired. Now, I
didn't care about gains or losses anymore; I just wanted to beat him up and vent my anger.

Whether it was betraying the country, framing my father, or trying to defile my sister, the enemy was right in
front of me. I would settle all national and personal scores in one fell swoop! Filled with intense hatred, I charged straight at Bram
, hands clasped above my head, using the speed of my charge and my full weight to slam my fist down on his
forehead. However… Bram caught my attack with just one hand.

Not only that, but he actually pulled back his grip and stood up from the bed. Strange
... In my memory, Bram was a typical short, fat, bloated, and weak civil servant. He
should be much shorter than me, but now he's half a head taller than me, looking so tall, strong, and
powerful. No... have I become thinner? In my rage, I forgot all about that, but I never expected that I
couldn't even beat Bram. Although I struggled hard, I was no match for him.
I couldn't break free from his grip, and all I could do was glare at him fiercely.

"Hmph! I really hope you'll become a little more well-mannered later, Elena. What a waste of your
cute outfit. Anyway, I'll tame you slowly later, but for now, I want to dampen your arrogance!"

Bram's face revealed a sinister expression. With his free hand, he calmly swung his fist and punched
me in the stomach, knocking me to my knees. I felt a churning pain in my internal organs, and I exhaled all the air from my lungs
. What was this... this soft, flabby stomach, with absolutely no defense. Bram's punch was by no means
a heavy blow, just the rudimentary skill of an untrained adult male. Yet, it felt
like being hit by a speeding carriage. Although I wanted to get up and pounce again, my legs were weak from the pain, and
I staggered two steps before kneeling on the ground once more.

Only now did I truly begin to feel that my body had become a woman. I instinctively
sensed the vast difference in strength between us; a weak woman like me was powerless to resist a man… An
indescribable sense of vulnerability filled my heart. My body seemed to have surrendered on its own, utterly powerless
. I knelt blankly on the floor.

“Waaah… Ellie, I’m sorry, I can’t protect you anymore…”

Tears blurred my vision without my noticing.

“Heh… Face reality. Resistance is pointless, isn’t it? You better behave
yourself and don’t disturb my esteemed guest and the Priestess’s good time, or you’ll regret it!”

The implication was that Ellie wasn’t going to be with this scoundrel, which offered a small measure of
comfort. Then I heard a knock on the door. When I saw the figure who pushed open the door, my
heart sank again. Why was my cousin Leon here? Huh? Was he with these thieves?
So that means... reinforcements aren't coming? And Father won't be saved either? Now,
even my last remaining hope has been shattered, and a deep despair is suffocating me.

Oh, I see... I was wondering why Sheila knew my skills so well. Even after
several battles, it's impossible to study them in such detail. But if the information came from someone within the Paladin family
, then it all makes sense. My cousin Leon's gaze darted back and forth between Ellie and me, but he didn't seem
surprised at all. He just had a complicated expression on his face, clearly aware of the situation. Judging from his reaction,
I knew he'd been won over by the other side.

Why...? I couldn't believe it. We grew up together. My cousin Leon was an
upright person, hating evil, meticulous in his work, and the person I respected most besides Father. I couldn't
understand why he would associate with these conspirators...

"Cousin... have you really betrayed us?"

Faced with my question, my cousin turned his head away guiltily, as if avoiding my gaze.

"I'm sorry, Allen, but I can't agree to... my adoptive father marrying Ellie off to that tyrannical emperor. You know
what? All these years, I've worked so hard to achieve great things and earn my adoptive father's approval so
that one day I could hold my head high and say, 'Please give Ellie to me!' Ellie is so gentle and kind... I
've been in love with her since the first time I met her, and she's going to be used as a bargaining chip in a political power struggle! To be given away to
that incompetent emperor to be abused! I absolutely won't allow it! I... I'll take her back...!"

My cousin almost roared at the end, as if he was venting the pent-up resentment in his chest.
Then, as if he had made up his mind, he clenched his fists and resolutely walked towards the large bed where Ellie was
. Although I wanted to rush over and stop him, I knew that even if I did, it wouldn't change anything. My body felt as
heavy as lead, and I couldn't move an inch. I watched helplessly as my cousin climbed onto the bed.

"Ah... Ellie, I've come to get you. I'd sell my soul for you, do you know how much I
love you? Will you accept me? Okay? If you don't refuse, I'll take it as a yes..."

Ellie naturally didn't refuse. She just maintained her dazed expression, breathing heavily, and said to the hall ...
Ignoring her brother's words, her cousin spread her legs, pulled out his already erect penis
, and thrust it into her vagina, slowly pumping in and out. At this moment, the runes on Ellie's lower abdomen began to glow, and her unfocused pupils gradually
focused. She gazed at the man on top of her with an admiring...love-struck look.

"Ah...Master...you are...Ellie's master..."

Ellie's tone was both shy and joyful, full of sweet affection. With her cousin's thrusts, the runes
continued to glow, and the love in Ellie's eyes grew more and more intense. She looked up at her master with tender affection
, and her soft moans became faint.

"Ah... Your Highness... It's so thick and hard... It feels so good all over Ellie... I want more..."

Under Ellie's soft, coquettish whispers, her cousin's movements became increasingly rough and faster. The only sounds
in the room were the gurgling of his penis churning her wet vagina, the slapping of his hips against her thighs, and Ellie's
sweet, seductive moans.

"Yes... Pamper me even more roughly... Fill Ellie up completely... Ah... Your Highness... I love it the most
... Hmm... I want a kiss... Please grant Ellie a kiss, Master..."

Ellie was completely lost in a state of passion, actively seeking a kiss from her cousin. While continuing to thrust into
Ellie's vagina, her cousin leaned down and kissed her lips. Ellie wrapped her arms around the back of her neck in ecstasy, and the two
exchanged passionate, intense kisses. Ellie's fair skin flushed crimson with intense emotion, like a
pale cherry blossom, and her whole body began to tremble.

"Gurgle... Ellie, if you're squeezing so tight... I'm about to cum..."

"Mmm... Cum... Ellie wants Your Highness's sperm... Please let me have your child..."

Hearing the usually pure and shy Ellie say such words, her cousin's excitement seemed to reach its limit. He
continued to thrust hard a few more times, then pressed his penis against the deepest part of Ellie, and released
the crystallization of his desire with a low growl. After finishing, Ellie had a satisfied expression on her face, her body relaxed, and
the light of the runes on her body gradually faded.

"Ha...haha...I finally did it...there's no going back now. Having betrayed my family's trust, I
no longer deserve to call myself a member of the Paladin family. Ellie...a despicable man like me doesn't deserve
your true love. Even so, I greedily hope you can stay by my side, sob...even
a scoundrel like me...would you still be willing to embrace me with your gentleness...?"

"Please don't say that, Your Highness. Ellie can't imagine how she would survive if she were abandoned by you
. She's completely fallen for you. Please allow me to serve you for the rest of my life. If you have any
sins , then my hopeless love for you is the same. I will also leave the Paladin family.
If you don't mind...from now on, please let me be Ellie Scott, okay?"

Ellie softly comforted her disheartened cousin and spoke words of devotion to him. Her cousin's face
was contorted with pain as he tightly embraced Ellie.

"Ah... Ellie, my angel, I'm so sorry. I'll spend my whole life making it up to you. I promise I'll
make you happy. Please come with me and become my wife, Leon's wife..."

"Yes... I do... Please let me be your wife..."

Ellie, held in her cousin's arms, smiled like a happy little woman, her eyes sparkling with endless
tenderness. I had never seen Ellie show such genuine charm, so full of womanhood, as if she had
instantly transformed from a girl into a mature woman. Then my cousin grabbed a sheet, draped it over Ellie
, picked her up, and without even glancing at me, walked straight to the door.

"Wait, Ellie! You can't elope with this traitor! I won't acknowledge your relationship!
If you still have any sense of being a daughter of a Holy Knight, wake up and don't be bewitched by him!"

This is not an era of free marriage. Generally speaking, a daughter's marriage is arranged by her parents and
a matchmaker . If the head of the family is not present, the approval of her eldest brother is required. Ellie's current behavior is
what is called eloping, which is against worldly etiquette. Although it is not as serious as incest between siblings, it is still a
scandal. A duke's daughter eloping with a man will inevitably be the subject of gossip, especially since this daughter
is the noble Priestess of the Moonlight Temple.

"Sister, I'm sorry. Now, my heart only belongs to His Highness, and there's no room for anything else
. You'll understand how I feel when you find someone you love in the future. From now on
, I'm no longer a member of the Holy Knight family. Take care, and we'll meet again if fate allows."

Hearing Ellie utter such cold and ruthless words, I felt utterly lost. Just yesterday she was
so affectionate and clingy, and now she'd turned on me so suddenly, becoming so indifferent. She was
n't the Ellie I knew anymore.

"Wait! At least… at least rescue Father! Please!"

Ellie didn't answer my final request, only looking at my cousin Leon with questioning eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I can't comply. I've made such a grave mistake that my adoptive father will never forgive me, nor
would he entrust Ellie to someone like me. There's no going back now. I will cooperate with Bram and Sheila
's plan, and once everything is over, I'll take Ellie back to the Scott family's estate to live a life of seclusion."

"That's how it is... It seems that won't work. I must stand with my master through thick and thin. If my sister
resents me for this, then I have nothing to say..."

After leaving me with a disappointing answer, the two of them left the room without looking back. At this point, I was completely
defeated. My body had been weakened, my sister had been taken away, I couldn't rescue my father, and I couldn't protect my family's reputation. The villains' schemes had succeeded
, and they were all satisfied. I didn't have any extraordinary abilities to turn the tide. I had nothing left. I
didn't know what the point of continuing to live was. I just wanted to kill myself to find relief. But if I
still had any use, they probably wouldn't let me die so easily.

"Heh heh... A good woman should obey a man like that. Now it's your turn, Elena.
I'll train you to be a good woman like Her Highness the Priestess."

Bram grinned lewdly, his eyes blatantly scanning my body with malicious intent. I'm
already so pathetic; how much more humiliation do they want to inflict?

"Don't call me by that name! I am the eldest son of a glorious paladin family! Although my body is
like this now, my pride has not been extinguished, and I will never succumb to your despicable methods!"

"Oh? Don't talk big so soon. You can't defy your body's instincts.
I'll truly admire you if you can still say such things after you've personally experienced everything Princess Hime went through. Otherwise, your
Paladin family's so-called holy knight honor is nothing but empty talk, something to fool children, hahaha!"

Damn it... I know this is just a provocation, and I don't want to be led by the nose, but
everyone has certain bottom lines they can't compromise on. The beliefs I've held dear since childhood are being mocked by this villain.
If I remain silent, can I still call myself the eldest son of a holy knight family? Having had everything taken away,
the only left is this belief in my heart. If I fear the challenge now, it means that even I don't
believe in this glory in my heart, that I don't acknowledge that it can bring power. Wouldn't that confirm that what Bram said is just
empty talk? If I run away from this trial, I will never be able to say that I am proud again.

As the last surviving member of the Paladin family, I cannot bow my head. This is a battle with myself. I must always keep
my beliefs burning brightly, and believe that they can withstand the test. This is my pride as a Paladin.

"Alright, I will prove it to you! I will not succumb to such dirty tricks. You are all wasting your
time . But since this is a gamble, shouldn't you put up a commensurate wager?"

"Fine... I won't take advantage of you. I'm fair. We'll compare it to
the time it took for the Priestess to finish her training... thirty days. You will undergo the same training every day. If you can endure thirty days without falling, you win
. I will apologize for disrespecting the Paladin family and guarantee that you can leave here safely and freely. Even if you
want to report my crimes, I will not stop you. I swear to the Moon Goddess... I always keep my word."

This was an unexpectedly good deal. If I win this gamble, these true traitors
will be punished, and I will clear my family's name. It's like giving me, who had been completely desperate,
one last chance to turn things around. This also meant that Bram completely looked down on me, believing I couldn't possibly win, which
was why he dared to make such a demand. I was determined to make that pig-headed man never laugh again.

After the bet was settled, I was taken back to my cell on the third basement level and began my first day of discipline.

Bram assigned a maid to take care of me, and also to monitor whether I was truly accepting
the discipline. I changed into a semi-transparent gauze bathrobe and applied lubricant to my genitals myself. Because my view was
obstructed by my breasts, I observed the shape of that area through the dressing mirror beside the bed.

It was a tightly closed slit, as beautiful as a pearl shell. When it was opened,
two thin labia minora and pink mucous membranes were revealed. The small opening in the lower middle was very narrow
, as if it were shy to be seen; something about the thickness of a finger could easily fill it. I carefully applied
oil to that mysterious cavern; the inside felt incredibly soft… softer than any other part of my body. After the oil was applied
, a subtle, itchy, and burning sensation emanated from it. The flesh walls began to seep fluid, gradually becoming moist, and my breathing
involuntarily quickened.

The maid urged me to sit on the sex toy; the wooden rod was much thicker than a finger… Could it really
fit? I couldn't help but worry. I lowered my waist in one breath, a sharp pain shooting through my vagina
. But for someone of my military background, physical pain was commonplace; I didn't even flinch. Instead,
the feeling of my narrow vagina being forcibly stretched open… the sensation of something foreign being poked into my stomach—it was unsettling
, and I felt a slight unease.

The maid showed no extra care, binding me firmly to the chair back like livestock.
A buzzing sound filled the air as the wooden rod slowly moved inside me. Although the wooden stick was made of solid
hardwood inside, it was covered with a cork-like material, like a wine bottle cork. After absorbing the temperature and humidity from my body
, it felt like a real male penis—hard yet soft, thick yet thin. I still considered
myself a man, yet this thing was violating my vagina. Contradictory and confused feelings gradually took hold in my mind.

The stick continued to move in and out slowly. Half an hour passed, and the pain of losing my virginity gradually subsided. I also
got used to the feeling of my vagina being filled. My vaginal lubrication increased, and the inside became slippery
and sticky. The insertion and withdrawal of the stick became smoother. It rotated and rubbed while the umbrella-shaped
part at the tip scraped back and forth, massaging my vaginal walls thoroughly… I felt a little comfortable, but really only a little
. I could completely tolerate that… Just as I was thinking this, the stick began to speed up.

The two-speed wooden stick reached even deeper, touching
the cervix at its deepest point, like a gentle kiss. The pleasure of the stick rubbing against the vaginal walls
was completely different from the initial sensation. The walls were being rapidly and forcefully rubbed back and forth, and
sparks of pleasure seemed to fly through my mind, a mixture of anguish and ecstasy building up in my chest. But I couldn't just let myself drift along.
If I reached orgasm, the cursed power would seep into my body. I consciously maintained my willpower, trying to
distract myself by thinking about other things, trying to ignore the pleasure.

Hmm… this will work. I tried my best to suppress that bittersweet feeling and held on for
at least 45 minutes. I figured I could probably endure it all day. Just as I was thinking this
… the stick entered its third speed change, thrusting hard against my cervix with each stroke. With each thrust,
a strong tingling sensation spread throughout my body. The stick scraped against my vaginal walls
, bringing a high-pitched pleasure similar to a man's continuous ejaculation. My waist went numb… I felt light and airy,
and an almost insane ecstasy welled up from the bottom of my heart. It was a completely different dimension from a man's pleasure… This is what a girl's pleasure is like…

I can't give up. I can't just climax like this… Even though I thought that, my mind gradually went
blank. As the current of pleasure coursed through my body, my body felt like it wasn't my own anymore
. It tensed up and arched on its own, trembling… A lot of nectar overflowed from the depths of my flower and flowed down the stick
. The only thing I could do was keep my lips tightly shut so I wouldn't make any embarrassing sounds.

Coming to my senses, I realized I had just had an orgasm, and felt ashamed and helpless. I never
imagined a girl's body could be so sensitive. Had Ellie been enduring this feeling alone all this time? And
I had just irresponsibly encouraged her to cheer up; thinking about it now, it felt like I was being sarcastic.

Before I could even think about any of this, the wooden stick paused briefly before resuming its movements at the slowest speed.
Damn it… I must hold back this time. I was just careless earlier. This time I must… Although that was my
plan, as the stick gradually reached its maximum speed, my mind went blank again. When I came to
my senses , I realized I had orgasmed again. No matter how hard I tried to hold back, I could only last a few more seconds.

Lunchtime arrived, and I had orgasmed five times that morning. I felt self-loathing
and had no appetite. I just wanted to rest and recover, hoping to hold on in the afternoon. However,
contrary to my expectations, my patience weakened further in the afternoon. Although I kept telling myself not to
succumb to pleasure… forcing myself to stay awake and maintain an indomitable will unexpectedly drained my energy
. By the afternoon, I was already somewhat exhausted. I had probably orgasmed more than ten times that afternoon, and
each time I orgasmed, I would let out a soft, nasal sound, like a spoiled child.

I endured unimaginable torment, both physically and mentally. Just trying not to look ridiculous was
exhausting. A day felt like a week. Finally, as the sun began to set
, the buzzing stopped, the wooden stick retracted and stopped moving. My whole body was completely exhausted;
I couldn't even move a finger. I felt languid... I just wanted to lie down in the chair and sleep.

Just then, Bram walked into the room and unbuckled my belt. Seeing his disgusting
face, my anger flared up again, and I glared at him fiercely with resentment.

"Oh, Elena, did you experience womanly pleasure today? How many orgasms did you have?"

"Hmph! It's none of your business, I won't give in. Take your filthy hands off me! Don't touch me!" "Oh

dear, I was just trying to help you take a bath, you probably don't have the strength to walk now, do you?"

"I don't need your fake kindness! I can do it myself... Ugh..."

Although I tried to prop myself up, my legs were completely weak, I couldn't even stand up straight, let alone take
a step . If I hadn't been holding onto the back of the chair, I probably would have knelt down.

"See? It's no good at all! I'm being so kind,
taking time out of my busy schedule to personally take care of you so no one can see you in this embarrassing state. Aren't you going to thank me?" "

Who would thank you! You despicable scoundrel! I don't care..."

Bram completely ignored my insults, stripping off my bathrobe and carrying me to
the back bathtub. I never imagined I'd be held in another man's arms like this,
treated like a woman. I felt my dignity as a man had been violated.

Once in the bathtub, because the light was much brighter than in the outside room, my naked body was completely
exposed. Bram stared at my chest and thighs with an undisguised lecherous gaze. That gaze
made me feel ashamed and flustered, and I involuntarily curled up into a ball, covering my private parts with my hands
. It's strange. I don't consider myself a woman, but when I'm naked and seen, I naturally feel
the same shame as a woman. It's so contradictory...

"Hehe... Elena, if you need me to help you wash, that's fine, isn't it?"

"No need! Everyone knows what you're up to! And don't call me by that name!"

"Hehe... It's okay, I'm a gentleman. I won't force myself on you. Just tell me when you need me."

"That day will never come! I'm going to take a shower now, please leave."

I was worried about what he might do next, so I was on guard, but
he actually left obediently. What was he even doing here? It's so inexplicable.

After showering, I slowly walked back to my room, supporting myself against the wall. Bram was gone. I lay down
on the bed, feeling incredibly exhausted. Multiple orgasms throughout the day had drained my strength,
and the struggle to resist the pleasure was mentally taxing. I never knew a girl's body could feel so good
… Just being repeatedly poked by that inconspicuous wooden stick made me so disoriented.
The sensation of that foreign object still lingered between my legs, and my euphoric mood wouldn't settle. Suddenly, I felt a pang of fear. This was
only the first day; could I really last thirty days?

Oh no… this won't do! The battle has only just begun. To be so lacking in confidence is like surrendering prematurely.
I must uphold honor! Be resilient! I've been taught this since childhood, and I've persevered through countless desperate situations on the battlefield
with this belief. This time, I will surely defeat evil too. This is the pride of our paladin family
.

Day 10 of Female Transformation—

The maid woke me up on time this morning, another day of training was about to begin. I felt like I hadn't slept enough… I couldn't
help but yawn. Although I get up to five hours of sleep every day, the training is just too exhausting
. A girl's orgasm is pleasurable… but continuous orgasms are really tiring. I'm so tired that I
don't even have the energy to think about anything else. Anyway, no matter how much I think about it, I still can't change the situation.
Being trained like this every day has become an unavoidable routine, and I'm gradually becoming numb to it.

I took the lubricant and carefully applied it inside my vagina. The tingling sensation made it even harder for me to stay awake
. I bet I have a dazed expression on my face right now. Although I could tell that the oil probably contained
aphrodisiac ingredients, its protective effect was undeniable. Spending half the day constantly
rubbing my delicate flesh with this wooden stick, after so many days, would generally have resulted in redness, swelling, inflammation, dry,
rough skin, or pigmentation. But my insides remained soft and pink, seemingly thanks to this
special training oil.

I obediently sat down on the stick, and it sank in completely. Through the flesh, I could clearly feel
its shape. My originally narrow passage, after being constantly probed by it, had become perfectly aligned with its
shape, as if the stick was specifically made to fill it. After the maid tied me up
, a buzzing sound began, and the stick started moving in and out of my body. I used the most effortless method, naturally
stretching out my body, letting my weight evenly rest on the chair back, no longer trying to suppress my orgasm or
trying to quiet my breathing.

Although I knew in my heart that the aphrodisiac curse would seep into my body with each orgasm, and in that
state of mental blankness and complete openness, the evil magic that affected my mind would quietly melt into my heart.
At first, I tried very hard to hold back the orgasm, but it was a physiological reaction of my body's instinct. When
the third, accelerated wooden stick was pressed against my cervix, the tingling pleasure throughout my body was irresistible.
Yes, the climax will come when it's supposed to, like a reflex, uncontrollable. It's impossible to hold it
back with willpower, like trying to swim upstream in a raging torrent... In the end
, you'll just be swept away. Trying to resist only wastes your energy. After repeated failures, I finally gave up the futile struggle.
The so-called training... is probably just a process of letting people feel and understand their body's instincts...

After several days of training, my little hole gradually became more sensitive, and the climaxes came faster and more intensely. At
the beginning, I only had a dozen or so climaxes a day, but now I probably have dozens... or hundreds
? Actually, I'm not quite sure. I can't calculate it anymore. If I stop deliberately resisting the pleasure,
after a few climaxes, my brain becomes like a mess of mush. I can't even perceive the passage of time. Only
the feeling of pleasure and comfort keeps circulating in my body. Ten or a hundred climaxes don't seem to make any difference to me,
and I don't care anymore.

After starting to accept the pleasure naturally like this, the daily training no longer felt
as long and agonizing as before. Now, the day seemed to fly by. In the midst of continuous orgasms... in a daze
... before I knew it, the day had passed. After the buzzing stopped, I felt something strange in my body.
A slight, sweet pain spread throughout my body, especially my breasts, which felt swollen and swollen, longing for someone to
rub and knead them.

Because only my vagina had been stimulated all day, while the other parts of my body had been neglected
, that slight pain felt like a protest against loneliness. A
strange itch rose in my heart, and I felt that my mood was becoming a little off.

"Hey, Elena, did you enjoy the pleasures of womanhood today? How many orgasms did you have?"

Bram came to visit again at the end of the training session. Was this guy just bored or what
? He's clearly the prime minister of a country; he should have plenty of important business to attend to, yet he shows up at the same time every day to
bother me, with that flippant, smirking attitude that infuriates me for no reason.

At first, I really hated him, but there was nothing I could do about it. Gradually, I seem to have become numb to it
. Thankfully, he doesn't do anything to me; he just carries me to the bathhouse and leaves. Now I just
find him annoying… I don't know what he's trying to do. And then there's that name… I've corrected it countless times
, but he won't change it. I'm even too lazy to get angry anymore. He's just a scoundrel; taking him seriously is a losing proposition.

I didn't want to argue with him, so I just turned my head away without saying a word. As usual
, he untied my clothes and easily picked me up. When his rough arms touched my skin, I was surprised
to feel a wave of comfort. He carried me all the way to the bath... and the movement
caused our bodies to rub against each other. I felt comfortable all over, and my lonely
and depressed mood was soothed. I felt sweet and happy, and I couldn't help but close my eyes and revel in the touch.
When he put me in the bath, I was immediately filled with a sense of loss and wanted him to touch my body more.

"Alright, Elena will bathe herself today too, right? Then I'll take my leave..."

"Wait! I... I'm too weak. Today... you said
you'd help me if I needed anything, didn't you?"

I blurted out, surprised myself, but I wasn't lying.
After that rubbing against me along the way, my body felt weak and powerless, and my mind... felt like I wanted to rely
on someone. I had an urge to act cute towards someone, and I couldn't control that feeling. Besides Bram,
there was no one else around... so I naturally projected those feelings onto him.

"Hehe... I did say that. You said it yourself, and you're getting cuter, aren't you~"

Why... does my heart beat so fast when he calls me cute? Bram squatted face to face
in front of me, staring at my chest and thighs with his lecherous eyes. His gaze made my body
hot and I couldn't think straight. He rudely pinched my breasts and roughly rubbed and squeezed them
. I felt a dizzying sense of happiness and became delirious. I couldn't help but push my breasts forward even more
.

Ahh… I actually let Bram play with my body, tilting my head back, drooling and moaning.
I must look so embarrassing right now. Should I not be doing this… But… it feels so good… just a little more…

“Ahh… no… why would I do this… ah… this kind of thing… no…”

Being caressed by a man is completely different from being trained with sex toys. It’s a special kind of thrill,
not just physical satisfaction… but it feels like my soul is melting. If I’m always loved like this
, I feel like I’ll become a woman even psychologically. No… I have to refuse him… Although I
just , when he started teasing my sensitive nipples, my mind immediately went blank.

"Don't resist. This is due to the accumulated curse power within your body. All you need now is to release it
. Once you've had a good time, everything will be fine. So, do you want to go, Elena?"

Her engorged and hardened nipples were gently teased, the electric-like pleasure sending shivers through her body.
She wanted more... she craved more nipple play. Her desire for pleasure was uncontrollable, and she could
no longer resist. All she knew now was that she had to release this unbearable pleasure.

"Ah... yes... I want to go... please let me go..."

"Then you have to listen to me. I want you to spread your legs and masturbate your cunt in front of me.
Do you understand? Answer me, Elena."

"Ah... yes... Elena will obey... please watch me masturbate..."

Because her breasts were being so thoroughly pampered, her cunt began to ache from loneliness
, and she couldn't help but want to put her fingers inside and stir them haphazardly. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread
, actively touching my clitoris under Bram's gaze. His face was so close… I could feel his heavy breath
on my vaginal opening. My wanton, aroused clitoris was completely exposed. My shameless
behavior made me look like a submissive sex slave… This… perverted behavior? But I felt
hopelessly excited… craving to be abused more… This was a first for me…

As if rewarding me, Bram pinched and rubbed my nipples, sending waves of intense pleasure down
my spine. My fingers, urged on by him, moved faster and faster, simultaneously…
Stimulated, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and joy filled my heart, and my vaginal walls quickly began to contract in waves,
making it difficult even to insert and remove my fingers.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to come... Waaah... More... Please... Please..."

"Hehe, you're the one who begged me, Elena, you're such a lewd masochist~"

"Ah... I'm sorry... I'm going to come... Ahh... That's it... Please... I'm coming... Waaah..."

When Bram finally twisted my nipple and pulled it outward, my body felt like it was electrified, and a strong, tingling
pleasure signal spread throughout my body. I felt lightheaded, my mind went blank, and I climaxed with
a cry of extreme excitement, a large amount of love juice spraying onto Bram's face.

He seemed excited by my seductive behavior, stood up, pulled out his penis, and began stroking it
. He ejaculated a stream of milky white semen onto my face, an exaggerated amount. My face, hair, breasts—
everywhere was covered in the warm, foul-smelling fluid, my entire body tainted with its stench… as if marked with
ownership, I had become his. Lost in the throes of orgasm, I couldn't help but
feel a blissful, almost feminine happiness, unconsciously letting out a dazed sigh. A
sense of intoxicating subservience quietly sprouted within me.

"…Huh?"

Suddenly jolted awake from my dazed state, I struggled to accept the situation
. Then I recalled my words and actions until just moments before… It was unbelievable that I had actively
sought out this scoundrel, become intoxicated by his caresses, and even felt my heart flutter because of his semen.
My pride was severely wounded, and I was filled with shame and indignation. I couldn't help but glare fiercely at Bram.

"Tsk...Are you awake now? That lewd, feminine expression of yours was so sexy...What a pity..."

"No! That wasn't me! That was just because I was under the influence of the aphrodisiac curse..."

"You're wrong. That's the real you, Elena. You're a woman now.
Your way of life is different now. Cast aside your pride and openly embrace that pleasure."

"Shut up! I won't be bewitched! Don't call me that name anymore!"

"Hehe... It's okay, I won't force you. You'll gradually understand some things on your own~"

Bram left the bath with a calm expression. I soaked helplessly in the bath,
washing my body, which was stained with semen, and tried my best to scrub it clean... I wanted
to wash away all the scent he left on me, but the semen was thicker than that of a normal man, smelly and sticky, and the smell just wouldn't go away.
It seemed to constantly remind me of everything that had just happened in the bath. Even if I tried to forget it, as long as I smelled
that scent, I would remember it. My heart would race instinctively, and my body would feel slightly hot. I had already remembered
the pleasure of being humiliated... It was as if it was engraved on my body. I could only scrub my body even harder.

I've temporarily released the strange craving brought on by the curse, so I can still stay conscious. But
tomorrow morning I'll be dazed again, and then endure a whole day of training…
After countless orgasms, my physical and mental state will become increasingly strange. After the training ends… I'll transform back into a lustful
female, and this cycle will repeat itself daily… Over time, my pride will be gradually eroded by pleasure
. Only ten days have passed; can I really endure thirty?

I feel like I can't even be optimistic anymore. Moon Goddess… please protect my heart and keep it glorious
… I must walk the righteous path, not be tempted by filthy desires to go astray. I still have to rescue my father and defend
the family's honor. I bear such an important mission; I cannot afford to lose.

After bathing, I prayed to the gods in the courtyard. If there truly is a god in this world
, I hope He can hear my wishes and help me through this difficult time. After some sincere prayers, I felt my emotions
had calmed down. Lying on the soft bed, the fatigue from a whole day overwhelmed me
, and I quickly drifted off to sleep.

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Day 20 of Female Transformation—

The maid woke me up on time in the morning. Another day of training was about to begin. I couldn't help but feel a secret sense of anticipation.
Warm, sticky nectar flowed out. I took the lubricant and carefully applied it inside my vagina, but because it
was already so wet, I wasn't sure if the ointment would adhere properly to the vaginal walls.

Then I sat down on the wooden stick, and it went all the way in. Just like that, I reached a small
orgasm, and my consciousness began to drift. My body has now completely adapted to
the feeling of the wooden stick inside my vagina. In fact, without it, I feel uneasy, a hollow emptiness that makes me very anxious.
Now that my vagina is filled, I unconsciously relax, my mind and body fully prepared to accept the training.

My vagina, having been trained for so long, has become extremely sensitive. As soon as the stick reaches its second acceleration,
the pleasure of rubbing against my vaginal walls is unbearable, and I climax quickly. But because of this…
the pressure against my cervix isn't intense enough; just a light touch doesn't feel like it's scratching the itch. So I
try to hold back my climax… just to get the stick to the third acceleration, but it's all in vain.
Even though I've climaxed hundreds of times throughout the day just from rubbing against my vaginal walls, it's not that I didn't feel pleasure,
but a vague sense of unsatisfied desire is building up.

The whole day of training seems to have ended in the blink of an eye. After the buzzing stops, I, immersed in pleasure,
come back to my … Huh? Is that all? Subconsciously, I felt a pang of regret that the training was over, yet I didn't want it to end
. My vagina was unbearably itchy, and it would be very frustrating if the wooden stick stopped now. Bound to the sex toy, I
could only writhe uncomfortably, sobbing softly as my lust had nowhere to go.

"Oh, Elena, did you fully enjoy the pleasures of womanhood today? How many orgasms did you have?"

Hearing that voice, my heart pounded. My beloved—the great Lord
Bram had come to visit me. Although I seem to have hated him before… why was that?
I can't remember the reason anymore. Lord Bram was so gentle. Although he was the prime minister of a country and was busy every day
, he still took time out of his busy schedule to take care of me. As a woman… how could I not be
attracted to him? I don't know when I became infatuated with him.

In the last few days, he has started coming over to take care of me even during lunchtime, patiently feeding me
. Just because I'm being fed by Lord Bram, the food tastes especially delicious. I used to have
a poor appetite due to weakness, but now I can eat almost two or three times more. Being fed like that... I feel like I've become
Lord Bram's pet. My heart races, and I feel a sense of dependence and belonging.
I feel like I can't live without him anymore, and I really don't know what I would do if he abandoned me.

Lord Bram released my restraints and easily lifted me up. Such strong and powerful arms…
he truly is a man. Being held in his arms like this made me feel incredibly safe. I surrendered myself to him completely, without any defenses.
On the short walk to the bath, anticipating what was to come… sticky love fluid dripped
onto the floor…

“Ah… Lord Bram… hold me… touch my body like usual…”

Once we reached the bath, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I spoke to my beloved in a particularly sweet and affectionate tone
. Yes… all of this was my own request. Lord Bram didn’t force me at all.
He would grant my wishes as long as I asked, but he wouldn’t do anything to me if I didn’t ask. Because Lord Bram is a
gentleman, I had to be frank and speak out what I wanted.

"Hehe... Elena, you're becoming more and more like a good woman..."

Ah... Being praised by Lord Bram naturally makes me happy, and a gentle
smile involuntarily appears on my face, especially when he calls me by this name... Because this is the name Lord Bram bestowed upon me,
like his exclusive pet name. Lord Bram accepted me as a woman and gave me this name
. Every time he calls me by this name... it stirs up the delicate feminine emotions in my heart, and my body seems
to become even more aroused.

Lord Bram hugs me from behind, his rough hands roaming freely all over my body
, caressing my tender skin. Those thick palms seem to be imbued with magic... Wherever they touch,
everything becomes light and airy, and I feel like I've lost my soul. Under the man's teasing, I let out
ecstatic moans, and my body and mind are greatly satisfied. This wonderful pleasure is something that cold, mechanical training can never compare
to. As I reveled in that intoxicating pleasure, I used my fingers to stimulate my vagina, quickly
reaching the brink of climax…

“I can’t take it… Ahh… I’m… going to… Ugh… Please let me… Bram-sama… help me…”

At my pleading, Bram-sama pinched my nipples and pulled them outwards forcefully. In that instant,
a tingling, sweet current coursed through my body, signaling my body to arch backwards, my waist rising,
trembling violently as I reached orgasm, gushing a large amount of fluid from my vagina.

My body seemed to be under control; whenever Bram-sama pulled my nipples like that, I would be
forced to orgasm, as if my body was being dominated by him… Once it received a command, it would faithfully
respond. My body had been trained to be like this; if it didn’t achieve
orgasm , it seemed impossible to properly release my lust.

"Mmm... Lord Bram... want to... keep teasing me... hmm... want to kiss... please..."

My body went limp after the climax. Although it had relieved some of the burning desire, it wasn't enough.
I couldn't calm down yet because I had accumulated too much today. Being trained in the second-stage acceleration method, I
was practically in a state of incomplete burning. After enduring all day, being pampered by Lord Bram made me feel like
a fire was burning particularly brightly inside me, as if I wanted to make up for all the pent-up desire.

"Oh my... this is really something. My Elena has completely become a spoiled brat."

As long as I said it, Lord Bram would definitely grant my willful request. We exchanged
passionate kisses while rubbing our bodies together. My breasts were being roughly kneaded, and the bittersweet
feelings of love kept welling up from the bottom of my heart. I could no longer suppress them. Perhaps I had really
fallen for this man.

"Hmm...I like it...I like you so much...Bram-sama...Hoo...I'm going to...come again...Ugh..."

As if rewarding me, Bram-sama pulled hard on my nipples again, and that made me convulse and reach orgasm
once more , my consciousness becoming blurred, but it wasn't enough...I wanted more
affection, so I stubbornly clung to Bram-sama and acted coquettishly towards him.

A girl's body is very powerful, unlike a man who has a post-coital period. A girl
can have an endless number of orgasms as long as the person she likes continues to caress her sensitive areas, becoming more and more comfortable, to
the point where it feels like her whole body is about to break. You only know how terrifying a woman's pleasure is after experiencing it yourself.
Once you've tasted this kind of pleasure, you can never go back, and you can only gradually fall into the fate of becoming a female.

We continued kissing and making demands of each other. I gradually felt that my slender fingers were no longer
enough; a sharp pain throbbed deep inside my vagina. In the heat of passion, I instinctively grasped Bram's magnificent penis
, feeling its hardness and heat, imagining the sensation of it penetrating me… My heart pounded with desire as I stroked it up and down
, my vagina beginning to tighten.

"Ah… I want… Bram's sperm… shoot it into me…"

This desire, like a woman's innate instinct, to receive the sperm of a powerful man,
a natural craving driven by my reproductive instincts, arose within me. I passionately rubbed his thick penis with my delicate fingers and palms
; it throbbed with excitement. Bram's breathing became heavy,
and I felt a sense of purpose as a woman because my service brought pleasure to my beloved.

As Lord Bram let out a low growl and ejaculated, he pinched my nipples again and pulled
hard. I was forced to reach my climax as well, my body trembling weakly, waves of pleasure leaking from my vagina.
I had been thoroughly loved… I felt extremely satisfied, my desire seemed to have subsided, and
my body calmed down. I leaned comfortably against Lord Bram's chest,
scraping off all the semen he had ejaculated on my hands and splattered on my stomach and putting it in my mouth. Because it was from my beloved,
I didn't want to waste a single drop.

Lord Bram's semen… so delicious, seemingly thicker than that of ordinary men. If it
were ejaculated into my uterus, I would probably get pregnant immediately… Imagining that kind of thing, I couldn't help but feel an unspeakable anticipation
. My body was burning hot, and a sweet pain came from my lower abdomen, near my uterus.

"I said, Elena, semen is something you should drink with your lower mouth, isn't it? As long as you
swear allegiance to me from now on, I'll plant my seed inside you every day, feeding you until you're full, okay?"

Lord Bram gently stroked my face, whispering in my ear. His sweet words were like a
devil's temptation, making me feel dizzy, and I blurted out almost without thinking...

"Yes... I swear... I will be loyal to... Huh?" I

almost said that name, but I came to my senses at the last moment, hurriedly pushing Bram's hand away,
getting up and escaping his embrace, crossing my arms over my chest, staring at him warily.

"Tch... Are you awake now? You were only one step away... You're surprisingly stubborn..."

"Ugh... I won't give in to a traitor, I'll resist to the end as long as I have a shred of will!"

"Haha... It's alright, I'll let you off the hook for today. Anyway, there are still ten days left. You
can struggle slowly! Gradually, you'll lose your senses and willingly submit to me, becoming a lewd
and obedient bitch. I'll patiently wait for that day. So, goodnight, sweet dreams~"

Bram gave up and left as usual. I finally breathed a sigh of relief because I
was just being stubborn. If he had used violence to forcefully kiss and grope me, I wouldn't have been confident I could stay
conscious. My condition had deteriorated to this point. The prolonged pleasurable torture had made me
gradually forget even the glory of my once proud paladin. With only ten days left, I really felt... I can't take it anymore...

I received a traditional knightly education from a young age, which included a lot of rigorous training. I'm
very confident in my ability to endure hardship. Whether it's starving and freezing on the harsh battlefield, marching without sleep,
defending a stronghold surrounded by enemies, or fighting to the death in close combat, I've always endured the pain through sheer willpower.
I thought I could do the same this time, but I was wrong... Happiness and pain are completely different things. It
can't be eliminated by willpower alone. I simply don't know how to resist it. Every day, I can only helplessly
lose myself in the waves of happiness, slowly turning into a weak woman, irresistibly attracted to Bram
, and insanely craving his love.

I can't help but recall how Ellie became devoted to her cousin after being branded with the curse, even abandoning her family
to elope with him. Will I end up like Ellie? Bram just
declared so confidently that I would willingly become his bitch. Thinking about this…
a mix of shame and joy welled up inside me. I felt I wasn't entirely lucid myself anymore. In the next ten days,
I would become increasingly confused, eventually becoming "Elena"... a woman infatuated with Bram.

That absolutely cannot happen! A dignified heir of a paladin's bloodline,
groveling before a traitor—what a shameful sight! I must hold on! Ten more days until the end. I
kept encouraging myself, but the terror of being consumed by the curse wouldn't dissipate.

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Day 30 of Female Transformation —

My maid woke me up on time this morning, and another day of training was about to begin. My legs were already unbearably empty, and
I hadn't been sleeping well since last night. I couldn't wait to sit on the sex toy. The feeling of my vagina being filled made me
moan sweetly. My body was now like an addict, dependent on this wooden stick.
If it wasn't inside me, I would feel completely lost.

My vagina, now overly sensitive from the training, could orgasm even with the slowest thrusting of the wooden stick. I
was orgasming almost every second, wave after wave, completely unstoppable. The aphrodisiac curse
seeped into my body, and I began to feel that the dildo used for training was no longer enough.
Each orgasm caused my lust to build up, and my body craved to be penetrated to the very end by a thicker, hotter real thing
. I couldn't help but fantasize that I was being raped by Lord Bram right now... Just imagining it made me feel so happy
. I convulsed on the sex toy like a broken doll, my love juices gushing out endlessly.

"Hmm... Lord Bram... I like it... Please... harder... deeper..."

Although I passionately professed my love to my fantasy crush, the cold machine remained unresponsive
. It continued its slow, shallow thrusting. It really wouldn't work unless it was the real Lord Bram.
I longed to see him... My mind was filled with thoughts of him, hoping he would come and soothe my burning body.
The training time, which had seemed to fly by before, suddenly felt incredibly long.

Finally, as the sun began to set, the buzzing stopped, but I still couldn't see
the person I so desperately wanted. Why hadn't he come to see me today? Had he... lost interest in me ? Had I been abandoned? My mind raced with these wild thoughts, growing increasingly uneasy. My body, saturated with lust
after a day of training , throbbed with slight pain, yearning for my beloved's comfort. The loneliness was threatening to crush me. I finally understood how important he was to me, but was it too late? As the sun completely set and the full moon's light streamed down from the courtyard, Lord Bram finally appeared in the room. "Oh, Elena, I'm so sorry to have stayed up so late for the court hearing today. Are you alright?" Thank goodness... I wasn't abandoned after all. Feeling relieved, the emotions I had been holding back burst forth like a dam breaking. I couldn't help but burst into tears. Even though I was happy inside, I couldn't stop crying, and glistening tears left streaks on my cheeks. "Oh dear... what's wrong? It's alright, it's my fault for neglecting you. It's alright, it's alright... don't cry..." Lord Bram untied me and easily picked me up. Leaning against him like this made me feel especially comfortable. I could no longer suppress my overwhelming feelings of love, and I desperately craved his warmth . I took the initiative to kiss my beloved. On the way to the bath, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and showered him with kisses. Our tongues intertwined passionately, and I felt dizzy... I felt incredibly relaxed... incredibly compliant... completely trusting and relying on him, without the slightest resistance. At that moment, I was just a little woman in love. "Alright, Elena, come over here." "Yes... Lord Bram..." After arriving at the bath, Lord Bram sat on the edge of the tub, and I knelt between his legs, burying my face in his thighs.

























I licked that huge penis, and just the strong masculine scent
made weak. But to avoid being disliked by Lord Bram, I had to please him and make him
feel good. As long as I could be of use to him, I wouldn't be abandoned... That's all I thought.

Lord Bram had a huge penis that was disproportionate to his short stature, about a third larger than the average man's.
It was thick and hard, and even with my mouth wide open, I could only swallow about half of it. I
swayed my head, sucking on the tip, and then inserted the base into my cleavage. The soft
flesh of my breasts squeezed and rubbed against the surface of the penis. The burning heat was like a branding iron, constantly seeping into my body, making
me feel hot all over. Spring water began to flow from my flower valley again.

Speaking of which… Lord Bram’s family are also blessed by the goddess and possess special abilities. The Falto family’s
ability is called the Nurserker, a family specializing in sexual and reproductive abilities. The men of the Falto family have unusually
large penises and thick sperm, easily able to make women ecstatic and achieve high pregnancy rates;
while the women of the Falto family possess demonic, vulvas, and are in a perpetually
high-risk period for egg implantation. Simply put, this family’s specialty is childbirth, a rather wondrous ability.

I used to look down on this ability, considering it a useless and laughable power, but
only now, having become a woman myself, do I understand that it’s a terrifying ability that can turn women into its captives
. A woman violated by this magnificent, large penis will probably not escape its fate of being conquered, and will completely become
this man’s sex slave, right? I passionately serve the large penis before me, feeling both admiration
and tenderness. Ah… if this thing were to penetrate my body, what would I become? Just
thinking about it made my uterus ache.

After my wholehearted oral service, Lord Bram's breathing finally became heavy,
his penis throbbing and slightly swollen. He roughly pressed my head down and
shot a wad of thick semen into my throat. The amount of semen was astonishing, and I obediently drank it all. The stench of semen
rose from my nostrils. Being fed so much semen... I became completely consumed by lust. My mind was
hazy, and the desire I had been barely suppressing completely dominated my thoughts. All that remained in my mind was the desire
to be with the object of my affection.

"Ah... Lord Bram... Elena's little hole also wants semen... Please put your penis inside..."

"It's not impossible, if you're willing to swear to become mine, I'll satisfy you properly."

"Yes... Elena will do anything... I'll become yours... so please put it in..."

I immediately agreed without hesitation. As long as I became Lord Bram's, I could stay by
his side forever. I would never lose him again. What a blissful thing that would be! I couldn't think of
any reason to refuse.

"Heh... It seems you lost this bet, Elena. Today is exactly the thirtieth day... but you
didn't hold on to the end. Your heart has completely surrendered. What a pity!" "

...The bet was?"

Oh dear...? I don't know when I completely forgot about it. It was
only after Lord Bram reminded me that I remembered it was true, but it didn't seem to matter to me anymore. Compared to
such a trivial matter... gaining Lord Bram's favor was more important...

"Hmm... I see. Since I've lost, there's nothing I can do... I'll let you do as you please..."

In this way, I would become Lord Bram's property, and be brutally penetrated by his huge penis...

"Now your body has been completely permeated by the curse. If you have another orgasm, you will be completely corrupted
. However... I am still merciful and will give you another chance! If you have
n't fallen by tomorrow morning, I will consider you to have won, and you will be free to do whatever you want~"

How could this be... I have already admitted defeat. I don't want you to give me another chance! What I really
want is... a penis... but these words are too shameful to say. I'm so anxious that I'm about to
cry.

"That's it. Good luck, then. Hold back your lewd desires and let me see your so-called
paladin's pride, hahaha!" Lord Bram

chuckled and left. I lay back on the bed, feeling an unbearable emptiness between my legs,
a deep itch in my vagina. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I had so many pent-up desires all day
, and they hadn't been released at all. I was almost going crazy. If I didn't find some solace…

Come to think of it, what am I enduring all this for? What if I really won the bet
? What would I do after I was free? Should I report Lord Buram's treasonous plan… How could I
possibly do something like that! To be an enemy of the Lord Bram I admire… to be hated by the one I love… just imagining
it was unbearably painful. If I had to say what I truly wanted to do… it was simply to serve Lord Bram.
In that case, what difference would winning or losing make?

The so-called paladin's pride… the guiding principle I've always believed in since childhood, but is it really the right one
? Offering blind loyalty to an incompetent and tyrannical ruler, disregarding everything to maintain a hollow reputation in the eyes of the world, seems to
be nothing more than self-satisfaction in the end. Isn't there something more worthy of fighting for? Shouldn't a knight
be... to find a lord he truly serves, to disregard personal honor and disgrace for the sake of his lord's ambition
, even if it means becoming a demon to uphold his loyalty! That was the original intention of our first ancestor in serving the founding emperor
, but what has been passed down to later generations is just rigid dogma. Because as the head of a samurai family, one's conduct must be
exemplary, and there is an excessive focus on maintaining the family name. Is this for the lord or for oneself?

I feel... I should find my own chivalry.
The only lord I can truly offer my loyalty to... is that one person. As a woman... it is only natural to choose to serve the one I
love. Women are creatures born of love. National righteousness is no longer so important to me.
Regardless of whether Lord Bram is a loyal subject or a treacherous one, I will fight for his ambition. This is my
own chivalrous pride.

"Ah... Lord Bram... I love you so much... Please let me be yours..."

Having figured everything out, her mind cleared, and all her grievances vanished. She felt only a sense of peace within.
Love deepened, and as I called out my beloved's name, I couldn't help but caress and tease her vulva.
Surrounded by waves of sweet pleasure, I experienced several intense orgasms. Although I felt the burning desire within me
hadn't subsided, my strength was exhausted. I drifted off to sleep, still immersed in the afterglow of my climax.


Day Thirty-One of Female Transformation—

The maid woke me up on time this morning, but I seemed unable to fully wake up. My body felt
burning hot, as if I had a high fever. The aphrodisiac curse was in full force; my entire body became as sensitive as an erogenous zone.
Even a gentle shaking of my shoulders felt incredibly pleasurable, emitting seductive moans like those of someone being disciplined. My
whole I reached down and touched my vulva; my inner thighs were covered in
warm, sticky fluid.

In a hazy state, I saw Lord Bram come to my bedside. His gaze was no longer gentle; he
looked at me with a contemptuous look, as if I were looking at livestock. But even with that look, I still
felt excited. My love for him had become so morbid that no matter how he treated me, as long as he was
willing to pay attention to me and his eyes were on me, I would be happy even if he abused me.

"You've fallen... Elena, you're now ready to be branded with the aphrodisiac seal. I'll
brand it on you in a moment, and then you'll become my obedient aphrodisiac slave."

"Yes... Elena will dedicate her body and soul to Lord Bram..."

"Oh... right, I almost forgot, yesterday's court sentenced Marshal Kyrgyz to death. He'll be executed
at the North Gate at noon today. If you need to see that old man one last time, I can grant you special permission.
The branding ceremony can be performed after that."

"Um... no need... I have no face to see my father... please begin..."

Anyway... now that I'm in a woman's form, even if my father sees me, he probably won't recognize me, right? I was so pathetic. Not
only did I fail to save my father, but I also fell in love with the political enemy who framed him. Even after hearing that my father
was in critical condition, my love for him remained unwavering. Even if it was just a second sooner, I wanted to become Lord Bram
's woman as soon as possible. It would be better if my father didn't see me in this wretched state.

Lord Bram picked me up and placed me on the sex toy. The moment the wooden stick entered my aroused vagina, a pleasurable
sensation spread throughout my body. I let out indecent, wanton moans, and in pursuit of more pleasure, my body involuntarily
twisted its waist desperately.

"Hahaha... How gratifying! The most powerful family of the Eighth Duke, the Holy Knights, has now been
defeated by me. There is no one in the country who can rival me! Do you know that the fool Kyrgyz was ultimately
convicted because of Princess Priestess's perjury in court? His dumbfounded expression was truly classic!
Now even the eldest son who carries on the bloodline looks like that. If he knew, he would surely die with his eyes wide open!"

Hearing Lord Bram's sneer, a faint sense of regret rose in my heart, but my waist couldn't
stop , it was so comfortable that I couldn't stop. Even the slight heartache was immediately washed away by the immense pleasure.
The aphrodisiac curse was imprinting this maddening pleasure deep into my soul. After I reached an intense climax
, the curse manifested in a concrete form... a blood-red heart-shaped curse mark was tattooed below my navel.

I felt a throbbing pain in my uterus, and I desperately wanted to be fertilized... I couldn't bear it any longer. In my current
state, with the curse mark on me, if I were to unite with a man, I would be completely conquered and become a submissive
slave. The thought made my heart flutter, and I looked up at Lord Bram with expectant eyes.

"Alright, let me see if you still want revenge, Elena. If you want my life
, stab me in the heart with this dagger. If you want a penis, turn around, lie down, and stick your ass up."

Lord Bram handed me a dagger. At such close range, he had no defensive
stance whatsoever. Even in my current weakened state, I could easily kill him if I had the will
. But I could not do that. I felt no hatred for Lord Bram, only deep love.
I resolutely threw away the dagger, turned around, lay down on the chair, spread my legs, and raised my buttocks. This
posture was like that of a female dog waiting to mate, and it also represented my willing submission and sacrifice
.

"Heh... You're pathetic. You actually begged for a penis from your father's killer, you
unfilial daughter! You depraved slut! Don't you feel ashamed as a member of the Holy Knight family?"

"Waaah... Please forgive me... I'm so sorry for being disciplined by my enemy..."

Lord Bram scolded me while slapping my buttocks hard. I only
felt more excited by this treatment. My mind went blank, and I apologized as if in a dream. My vagina contracted rapidly
, and thick honey dripped down.

"You are no longer qualified to call yourself a paladin. General Allen is completely dead. From now on, your
full name is Elena Farto... a loyal bitch I, Bram, keep, understand?"

"Yes... Elena is Master's bitch... Please take my body..."

"Heh... You seem to be itching too, so I'll let you taste my power!"

Lord Bram held my waist and shoved his unusually large penis inside,
penetrating entire vagina was stretched full, almost to the point where I felt a little short of breath
, but I felt an incredible sense of fulfillment, as if
all the emptiness and loneliness I had endured for the past thirty days had been filled in one go. I felt particularly warm inside, and the mere penetration brought me to
orgasm.

The thick, hot penis thrust and churned powerfully inside, the vagina clinging tightly to it
. With each stroke of the gripping penis, the entire vagina was subjected to intense friction, the tender flesh stubbornly
clinging on, compressed inwards and pulled outwards with each rough thrust
. The thick penis, with its violent force, rammed in to the very end, as if trying to force open the cervix, as if the entire vagina was being torn apart. This
was completely different from the wooden stick thrusting I was used to; the violent,
immense pleasure relentlessly assaulted my senses. Each deep thrust brought a violent, trembling orgasm,
my whole body enveloped in a floating sensation. I could only release the overwhelming excitement by crying out loud. I

had never known a woman's body could feel this way before. My master's actions...
Showing no mercy, as if determined to ruin me, my little hole was completely
messed up by this magnificent big cock... I probably won't feel anything when I have sex with ordinary men anymore... It has become your
little hole exclusively for you, my master. I can't live without you, my master. In a dazed state, my distorted
values have unknowingly become deeply rooted. My body and mind can no longer be separated from you, my master.

In a state of extreme excitement, my female reproductive instincts were strongly aroused. The runes etched on my abdomen shone
brightly. My only thought was to obtain my master's sperm and create
a child for the man I loved... To conceive the fruit of our love was the highest happiness for a woman.
As if my master could read my mind, he roared and poured a large amount of hot semen into my uterus.
Ahh... such a large amount of thick sperm was injected into the baby's room. Instinctively, I felt that I was indeed
pregnant. I let out a satisfied moan, my whole body convulsed and went limp, and I fell into a daze.

"Alright, now you're mine. Elena, you
're an indispensable pawn on my path to domination. From now on, serve me wholeheartedly and help me achieve my ambitions!"

"Yes...as you wish...my master..."

My heart was overflowing with love for my master, leaving no room for anything else. From this day forward, I
will be loyal to my beloved master. For him, I would not hesitate to
step . This is my own knightly path...the true glory of a knight, without any falsehood.

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Four months later—

Four months have passed since I submitted to Your Highness. In this short time, the domestic
situation has undergone a complete transformation.

First came the downfall of the Paladin family. The priestess Ellie confessed to her family's treason, and this
testimony was used as key evidence to sentence Marshal Kyrgis, the head of the family, to death. Although Ellie
was spared death because of her willingness to testify, her merits offset her crimes, she was stripped of her noble and priestess status and demoted to a commoner. Then, my
predecessor… General Allen was rumored to have committed suicide in prison out of guilt, and was later hastily buried next to his father's grave.

The decline of the Paladin family dealt a blow to the morale of the army and the people. Most people couldn't accept it, and the atmosphere became depressed
. The army's command system seemed to be in disarray, and the court officials were debating whether to replace the general at the front
, but couldn't find a suitable replacement for General Leon. At this very moment, almost as if it were preordained
, a small special forces unit from the Kingdom of Isis launched a surprise attack on the royal city in the rear.

This army, personally led by Pope Suleiman, assembled five thousand elite troops from the Holy See. Instead of traversing the border
passes blocked by General Leon, they climbed treacherous mountains, winding their way through desolate, uninhabited wilderness
. Along the way, they fought their way through thorns and brambles, resisting attacks from venomous snakes and ferocious beasts, secretly reaching the western mountains behind the royal city.

This circuitous march took over a month, beginning long after Leon abducted Ellie
. Due to the long distance, treacherous terrain, and difficulty in resupplying supplies, only five thousand men were selected.
The soldiers who participated were prepared for a one-way trip. Along the way, considering those who succumbed to acclimatization problems, fell off cliffs
, were attacked by monsters, and so on, more than half had died or been wounded before reaching their destination.
By the time they arrived behind the royal city, only two thousand survivors remained before even beginning the siege.

However, when this force launched its surprise attack on the royal city, the emperor urgently ordered our frontline troops to return to support it. Logically
speaking, a mere 2,000-man squad would have been crushed immediately if our 100,000-strong army had returned to defend. But
General Leon, who was always quick to deploy his troops, remained completely still. Moreover, the 5,000-man secret march
went undetected by the scouts' special abilities. The development of the battle was beyond everyone's expectations.

The royal city was besieged for half a month in isolation, and its fortifications had been completely dismantled.
Seeing that the enemy was about to rush in and massacre the city, Prime Minister Bram surrendered on behalf of the city. The two sides signed a truce
treaty, ceding a quarter of its southern territory to the theocracy, exiling the current ninth emperor and establishing a new king. The Lunatiko Empire, with its more than two hundred years
of history, thus came to an end, and the war ended with little casualties on both sides.

The Isis Theocracy supported the Bram family in establishing the Kingdom of Faltto, a vassal state of the Theocracy, which
paid tribute annually. The Theocracy guaranteed the freedom of life, property, and religion of the kingdom's people. After the war, the two countries
transformed from enemies into brotherly nations, beginning close economic and cultural exchanges.

The newly enthroned King Bram disbanded 70% of the army, leaving only a minimum
force , and centralized military power back into the royal family. He claimed this was a lesson learned from the previous dynasty's downfall, arguing that
generals in the field were not obligated to obey royal orders, and that the inability to mobilize troops in emergencies was
unreliable. Therefore, a policy of strengthening the central government and weakening local power was adopted, leaving local generals with only enough forces to suppress bandits and outlaws
, while the rest of the national army was directly under the royal family's command.

The first to respond by surrendering their military power was Viscount Leon, the former de facto supreme leader of the army, who also inspired some other
military families. Finally, the remaining generals, seeing the tide turning against them, reluctantly handed over their military power
, completing the milestone of the new royal family's reclaiming of military power.

After being relieved of his military post, Viscount Leon returned to his status as a local lord. He took Ellie, who had been demoted to a commoner, back to
the Scott family's territory on the northern border, where they lived a secluded life. The territory was protected by a towering sacred mountain to the north
, which served as a natural barrier. It did not border any neighboring countries, and the delta plain formed by snowmelt at the foot of the mountain nurtured
fertile soil, giving the Scott territory thousands of acres of fertile land known as the kingdom's granary. The simple agricultural life on the border was enough to
ensure that Ellie could live a peaceful life away from the conflicts. Ellie also used her holy magic to heal people and was
loved by the people of the territory.

In contrast, we are at the center of the conflict. Besides reducing military strength and investing funds
in economic and social development, His Highness has adopted a different policy from the previous dynasty, emphasizing civil over military affairs. He has re-enfeoffed princes, placing
civil officials in high positions and demoting military families to ranks below earl… after all, there is no longer a stage for these people.
However, reforms inevitably offend people, and some, increasingly suspicious,
are forced to rise up in resistance to maintain their factional power.

They question the legitimacy of the new king's rule while recruiting retired soldiers into private armies
. Some advocate welcoming back the ninth emperor, while others advocate appointing a more virtuous and respected minister as king.
Of course, there are those who support the new king, but it's clear that no one is
acting for the greater good of the nation or the common people. Everyone is only thinking about how much they can gain in the rewards if they bet on the right horse. The country is becoming increasingly weak and ineffective
because it is controlled by so many parasites who only care about their own interests . Even though the war is over, the atmosphere in the country is even more tense. Some merchants are taking advantage of the situation to hoard goods, causing prices to rise and the people to be uneasy. All of this tests His Highness's ability to stabilize the situation . On the one hand, he uses the resources and connections he has accumulated in the first half of his life to stabilize prices and appease the people. On the other hand, he is also suppressing several large-scale rebellions. Unfortunately, the faction supporting the new king is mostly composed of civil officials , while the rebels are mostly military generals. Although the royal family has an army, they lack generals. The civil officials look at each other , unsure of who to send to the battlefield. Fortunately, His Highness had planned ahead. From the beginning, he intended to fill this gap in my responsibilities. The first opportunity that brought me to the forefront was when I took over the position of the Priestess of Ellie, making the name Elena Falto widely known. Because I copied Ellie's body, I could use all the skills Ellie used, my spiritual power was the same, and my appearance was exactly the same... So at first, I was mistaken for Ellie herself... until the world confirmed that the real Ellie actually lived in Scott Territory. Then some wild rumors started to circulate , such as some people saying that she was the daughter of Marshal Kyrgyz who had been separated from the people, some people saying that she was the vengeful spirit of General Allen, some people saying that she was the moon goddess appearing... and so on. Although no one could verify the facts, the topic was so sensational that Elena's name quickly became famous. Everyone knew that a priestess had joined the royal army, causing some forces that were already preparing to revolt to temporarily hesitate and observe. The enemy, initially thought to be weak, suddenly had a top-tier magical unit, which was not easy to deal with, especially at night when their energy was unlimited and they could unleash powerful attacks. Even if they could win, they would suffer heavy casualties. Therefore, no one wanted to be the first to engage, wanting to see how others fared or prepare equipment to reduce magical damage. These rebels were disorganized and each acted independently , hoping to reap the benefits from the others' attacks—this was their most fatal flaw. So, having avoided being attacked from both sides, I began by clearing out the opposition forces near the capital . Many of these generals were former comrades from the battlefield. Most of the enemy commanders possessed combat abilities, though not as formidable as those of the Holy Knights. However, overwhelming them with sheer numbers would inevitably result in heavy losses. Since my master had entrusted me with the responsibility of leading the troops, it was only natural that I avoid unnecessary casualties. If I did well, I would receive a reward from my master that evening. Therefore, I would usually lure the enemy general out of battle and capture him. This would typically cause the enemy soldiers to scatter . In such cases, I would stand in a conspicuous spot on the front lines to heal the wounded soldiers of my own army. The enemy general, mistaking me for an inexperienced young girl, would charge in on a fast horse, wearing magic-resistant armor, attempting to eliminate the most troublesome target first. At that moment, I would flash a bright smile… and then draw my sword and strike him down! This is what sets me apart from ordinary magic-based units. I can also use the Paladin's martial arts techniques I used before my female form was created. My class isn't either a Priestess or a Paladin, but a new high-level class that combines the characteristics of both: Sword-wielding Priestess. This is a class I've never heard of before; it seems the Moon Goddess's blessing system still holds many mysteries. Simply put, this class is a magic swordsman. Since the enemy general is wearing magic-resistant armor and has weak physical defense, I use my sword. Conversely, I use magic. It's a convenient class without any obvious weaknesses. Although I can use blessing magic to enhance my abilities, I am, after all, a woman's body. My muscle strength and resilience are not as good as a man's. Therefore, in my swordsmanship, I abandon the traditional direct confrontation and brute force of the sword, opting instead for a light, agile, and unpredictable soft sword technique. The emphasis is on speed and precision, using ghostly movements to confuse the opponent before delivering a swift and tricky strike to the vitals. Furthermore, I imbue my strikes with elemental magic to enhance their destructive power . Compared to the straightforward and simple fighting style of a Paladin, the Sword-wielding Priestess's fighting style is quite flamboyant. Regarding equipment, I abandoned the two-handed greatsword originally used by paladins, opting instead for a light, sharp samurai longsword wielded in one hand. My armor also shifted from the original heavy steel armor to the formal attire of a shrine maiden—a haori and crimson hakama— emphasizing lightness and speed. Any shortcomings in attack or defense are compensated for by magic, adding fire, ice, or lightning damage to my slashes. If injured, I heal myself with holy magic, and depending on the situation, I can create distance and focus on magic attacks. My versatility is surprisingly comprehensive. In short, although my basic abilities are lower due to being a woman, my class and skills have increased, resulting in a significant improvement in overall combat power. If I were to engage in a one-on-one duel now, I estimate that even Pope Suleiman, currently hailed as the strongest warrior of our time, would be no match for me. However, at first glance, I appear to be a typical, frail magical soldier… If you don't notice the samurai sword at my waist, these blockheaded generals will foolishly charge at me, only to be swiftly cut down before they even see what I'm doing. Their private soldiers, seeing their leader captured, automatically lose their will to fight and retreat. Using this king-capturing strategy, I quickly suppressed the main threats near the capital with almost no losses to my forces. While I maintain a benevolent image as a priestess to the common people, I am ruthless towards my master's enemies. After capturing these generals, I will use a sharp blade to meticulously cut away their most vulnerable parts, inch by inch, then heal them, cut away again, heal again… until they cry and beg for mercy, swearing they will never rebel against the new king again. These people had endured torture that could cause psychological trauma. After their release, the mere mention of my name would send them shivering and groaning on their knees. Thus, I was given the nickname "Cruel Princess" among the samurai. However, thanks to the use of horrific methods, some cowardly lords abandoned their rebellious thoughts, saving me considerable effort and preventing pointless infighting between the rulers and their subjects. For my lord, I don't care about the damage to my personal reputation; this is my knightly pride. After that, I focused on suppressing the remaining forces that were further away, which took about two months...














































































Within a month, the flames of domestic turmoil had been completely extinguished, and no one dared to underestimate the Faltó royal family anymore.
His Highness's rule was now largely stable, and from this day forward,
the era of a new dynasty truly began.

On this day, I dealt a severe blow to the last rebellious force and returned to the capital. Having not seen
His Highness for several days, my overflowing longing had made me somewhat flustered. My lower body ached terribly, and I
was unbearably hot. Although I waved to the welcoming crowds while riding my horse, maintaining an elegant and composed demeanor
, my skirt was already dripping with fluids.

Finally back at the palace, I disregarded the fact that it was still broad daylight and rushed
to the throne for an audience, eager to claim my reward from His Highness. His Highness, understanding my nature, had already dismissed
all his ministers and servants, and alone in the grand hall awaited my return.

"My lord, Elena has once again brilliantly suppressed the rebels. Please have mercy and bestow upon me
a generous reward..."

"Heh... Alright, my good girl... my loyal slut... Show me your true
self."

"Mmm... Yes... I obey your command..."

Under my master's orders, I obediently undressed, stripping myself naked. I
wore a collar around my neck like a pet's, and the heart-shaped aphrodisiac seal on my lower abdomen shimmered slightly. My fair
skin flushed slightly with arousal, and the honey-like fluid flowing between my legs reflected a lewd sheen. Ah...
this is my true self... a completely trained, lewd, and submissive female dog. No matter if I am
a majestic and cruel princess or a revered priestess outside, those are just superficial images. As long as I return
to my master, I will revert to a lowly aphrodisiac slave.

The inscribed seal on my body symbolizes the bond between me and my master. He can command it at any time
, causing me to become intensely aroused, my body weak, my mind filled only with thoughts of doing pleasurable things with him.
I am forever bound to my master's grasp, and I am overjoyed by this; it is
proof that my body and soul belong to him.

My master sits high on his throne, looking down at me, issuing commands to the aphrodisiac seal. The seal's
light intensifies, and my body trembles pitifully from the intense arousal, burning hot as if melting
. My love juices drip onto the floor like incontinence. Waaah… I've actually
displayed such an unsightly appearance in the sacred audience hall where state affairs are discussed! What will my subjects
think of me if they find out? Will they despise me? Just imagining it makes me feel utterly ashamed.

"Come here, Elena."

"Yes... Your Highness..."

After receiving permission, I happily moved closer. Although I felt ashamed, reason could
not overcome desire. No matter how strong I became, there was no one I could ever beat, my master.
His huge penis could always easily defeat me.
Nothing . My only purpose in life was to try my best to please my master... and then receive his reward.
I would live like this from now on.

I unbuttoned my master's pants, took out his magnificent penis, and straddled him . I lowered
my waist and my empty, unbearable hole was instantly filled by the thick penis.
I couldn't help but tilt my head back and let out a satisfied sigh. This was it... This was the feeling I wanted. I even dreamed about
being with my master. It had been haunting me for days, and I hadn't been able to sleep well. Only now could my tense and aggrieved
body finally relax.

His Highness held my waist, gently thrusting in and out, yet even this made me feel like I was dying of pleasure
, my mind becoming hazy. With each thrust, I let out sweet moans, and feelings of pleasure welled
up from the bottom of my heart. As His Highness thrust into me, he also took my nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking on it. My
body trembled from the sucking, and sweet milk seeped from the tips of my full, round breasts. Then, his other
nipple was pinched, and thick, white milk sprayed everywhere, filling the air with a faint milky fragrance.

"Hehe, Elena has a very healthy mother body, she will definitely give birth to a strong baby."

"Waaah... Your Highness... please don't tease me like that..."

"No, I'm very serious. I can only lay a foundation for this generation. To build a
strong kingdom, we'll have to rely on this guy. He's the hope for our country's future..."

His Highness showed a rare kind of tenderness, gently stroking my slightly protruding belly. I was already
four months pregnant with the eldest son of the Faltau family, the future crown prince of the country. His Highness valued
this child very much. Even now, when we were intimate, he had changed his past rough and wild ravaging, only gently
rubbing against me, probably afraid of hurting the baby in my womb.

As the child's mother, seeing His Highness's undisguised fatherly love, I felt very warm inside.

"Elena, now is the time for you to truly shine. Your belly must work its magic
and give me many more children... We want to have lots and lots of kids..."

"Yes... as you wish... my master..."

"Hehe... very good, that's my good girl."

His Highness cupped my cheeks and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined, and the intense, passionate kiss made me
dizzy. My vagina tightly contracted, gripping the penis inside me. It
pulsated powerfully under the pressure of the vaginal walls, releasing scalding semen. Being irrigated deep within my flower, I felt as if
sparks were flying in my mind. The pent-up hunger and lust of the past few days were released all at once. The current of pleasure
surged throughout my body. His Highness's ejaculation was still unusually large. Until the seed was completely sown
, I had experienced several consecutive orgasms in the blink of an eye.

After the orgasm, my body was completely powerless and limp. I nestled comfortably in His Highness's arms,
rubbing my cheek against his chest affectionately.

"Ah... It's so wonderful to be loved by Master... Elena really can't live without Master. Please
continue to pamper me like this in the future..."

"I will. As long as you continue to be an obedient and good child, I will continue to reward you."

Master gently stroked my long hair with affection. I felt very at ease and completely relaxed. I
fell into a deep sleep in the arms of my beloved Master.

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Seventeen years later—

Time flies. After His Highness's rule was firmly established, seventeen years have passed in the blink of an eye. The new dynasty
's management is also fully on track. With less war and more construction, coupled with the stimulation
of smooth trade and cultural exchanges with friendly nations, the people's lives have become increasingly prosperous. Even though the loss of
a quarter of has led to a reduction in tax revenue and annual tribute is still required, the wise and insightful King Bram has fully utilized his
expertise in business management. He has increased revenue and reduced expenditure, made precise investments, and combined local industrial chains to form many unique industrial
clusters and corridors, allowing the Kingdom of Falt to gradually show its brilliance and become a shining pearl on the continent.

The Kingdom of Isis has maintained
an open attitude towards both its vassal states and the inhabitants of newly acquired territories, adhering to the promise of the truce and respecting the people's original way of life.
Apart from the change in the country's name, everything else seems normal and unchanged, contrary to my previous assumptions that
occupation would plunge the people into misery.

Perhaps our vision was too narrow back then. War is essentially about maintaining the ruler's power,
but the people don't necessarily need to be ruled by anyone, especially when the ruler is an incompetent and foolish monarch. If
the country doesn't improve under his rule, it's even less worthwhile to invest huge sums in military expenditures and sacrifice soldiers' lives
to defend a corrupt regime.

His Highness chose to exchange humiliating surrender for peace and stability, and in the end, we proved that we gained far
more than we lost. The people live in peace and prosperity, their lives are rich and fulfilling. His Highness's governance gradually gained
the people's approval, and the new royal family is beloved by the people. This was something I could never have imagined back then, even though
His Highness was once a notorious traitor… that's an undeniable fact. But making him a
king doesn't necessarily make him a tyrant. Rather, it's because he was willing to use any means
to seize power in order to build the ideal country he envisioned. A person's merits and demerits are difficult to judge so simply as black and white.

His Highness is different from what I originally imagined in many ways. For example, he is actually a devout believer,
strictly adhering to the teachings of the Moon Goddess, such as the monogamous system… even as king, he only married
one wife… that is, me, simply because he adhered to the precepts. To
me, his wife and slave, he still respectfully addresses me as "Hermitage Priestess" in public, often leaving me bewildered.

My master and I have been married for seventeen years and have given birth to seven children. This is
a great secret hidden by the Faltau family. The ability of the "Nurturer" is not just about powerful sexual function; it can even break the so-called
rule of low fertility rates in bloodline families. It is not just an insignificant ability as perceived by the outside world;
it is in fact a heaven-defying ability that defies the laws of the world.

Over the years, whenever my master is ovulating, he tirelessly
pours large amounts of semen into my uterus every day. The result of his efforts to conceive is a group of excellent children. On this
sunny afternoon, our family is carrying out our routine family activities in the courtyard of the palace.

"Watch closely, this is a paladin's combo... it's like this—thrust, uppercut, spinning
slash, recovery. Got it? Now practice it once."

"Yes, Mother!"

Our eldest son answered with great spirit, leading his three younger brothers in practicing martial arts while activating their holy fighting spirit
. On the other side, our three daughters surrounded their father,
practicing holy magic with their bodies filled with the light of spiritual power, following the instructions I had given them earlier.

After years of careful cultivation, these children have gradually grown into future pillars of society, skilled in both literature and martial arts.
In a few years, our eldest son, Seth, will inherit His Highness's throne, and our three younger brothers will each occupy the most
important military and political positions to assist their elder brother. Our three daughters have already passed the highest difficulty trial of the Moon Temple and
obtained the rare qualification of Priestess candidates. In the future, they will take all three Priestess positions in the Moon Temple
, making the Kingdom of Falto a completely theocratic state.

For seventeen years, His Highness has been busy with countless affairs of state, while I have assisted in managing military matters. However, with so many national affairs to handle
, there are inevitably times when one is overwhelmed and has to rely on the power of civil and military officials to govern the country.
While these men dare not harbor rebellious thoughts, they are not necessarily wholeheartedly devoted to the country either. After all, serving the royal family with utmost loyalty does not
guarantee corresponding rewards. Many, on the contrary, abuse public power to deceive superiors and subordinates, seizing national
resources to strengthen their own power.

It's like a waiter hired to serve dishes in a small restaurant.
He may not care much about whether the restaurant is doing well or making money. What he's thinking about is whether he can take a break and nap,
whether he can learn a few tricks from the chef, and whether he can get more tips from customers. Why should he be foolish enough to
work hard for the boss? The only one who truly cares about the restaurant's revenue is the owner himself, which is only human nature.

His Highness, having risen to power in this way, surely knows best that when the royal family is forced to rely on
the power of its ministers to govern the country, these ministers use the opportunity of delegation to manipulate the system and strengthen themselves, forcing the royal family
to rely on them in more and more areas. Over time, these powerful ministers become
all-powerful, turning the royal family into a rubber stamp. Eventually, the royal family is forced to eliminate these powerful ministers, but lacking the strength themselves, they unite with
another faction of local power to deal with them. However, the result is that this other faction becomes the new powerful minister. His
Highness, in the past, helped the Ninth Emperor defeat the original regent and then ascended to the position of prime minister.

History repeats itself. Mutual suspicion and checks and balances between the monarch and his ministers lead to inefficient administration.
There are far too few selfless and loyal ministers like those of the Holy Knights. Since the royal family cannot find trustworthy ministers and lacks
the ability to shoulder the burden of governing the country themselves, they hold power but cannot exercise it effectively, yet they are unwilling to fully delegate authority to their subordinates.
This chain reaction continues unbroken, with power struggles between the monarch and his ministers playing out one after another, gradually weakening the nation.

One day, dynasties will fall, and other capable individuals will rise to power.
His Highness, observing this situation, believes the only solution is for the royal family itself to become a wise and capable ruler. Civil and military officials would
simply be faithful administrative machines carrying out the monarch's will, receiving their due salaries and performing their assigned tasks, without being
given any opportunity to abuse power. If this proves inadequate, they can be replaced at any time without affecting the operation of the state.

To achieve this goal, the royal family must possess a sufficient number of outstanding individuals to fill many important political positions.
The nurturing abilities of the Fattor family can be described as divinely ordained. Although our generation has only seven children,
these children will have many more as they grow up. After two or three generations, our royal family will no longer need
to rely on officials for important positions in the decision-making circle.

The eldest son, who carries on the bloodline, is the head of the entire family. According to the powers granted by the commandments,
he has absolute authority within the family. Brothers and sisters will work together to assist the head of the family, unlike outsiders who fight for power for personal
gain. Only the head of the family can continue the powerful bloodline, and only then will the family prosper.
Even if other brothers and sisters seize power, it will not last long, and the family will inevitably decline after a few generations. Therefore, the head of the family's authority is well-deserved
; he is the key figure who can unite everyone's strength and make the family prosper.

In addition, our eldest son, Set, not only inherited the nurturing bloodline but also the paladin
bloodline. This is an unprecedented situation where the power of two bloodlines is inherited in one person. Because I was once
the eldest son of a Holy Knight family, although I was later transformed into a woman by a forbidden spell, the bloodline I inherited has
not disappeared. The blessing of the goddess cannot be erased by human magic. Now my eldest son has inherited
my bloodline, which means that the Falto family has absorbed the blessing power of the Holy Knight family. Now the Falto
family is the true Holy Knight family.

In the future, Set's children will also inherit these two bloodlines, and his eldest son will inherit both bloodlines.
But His Highness wants more than that; he plans to gradually introduce more different powers. We plan to select
the eldest son of an excellent family, transform him into a woman, and make him Set's wife. The eldest son born to this wife
will inherit a total of three bloodlines from both parents. In this way, they will evolve generation by generation, and finally, the members of the royal family will
possess diverse powers, becoming an omniscient and omnipotent Holy King, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the rise and fall of the nation. This
is what Sheila called the experiment of human evolution. I was really shocked when I later learned about it.

Now the time is ripe. Seth is of childbearing age, and my lovely eldest son
has grown into a handsome young man with delicate features and a refined demeanor. Recently, I've noticed that
whenever Seth inadvertently glances at my cleavage, he awkwardly turns his head away, slightly leaning forward. Clearly, he's reached
the stage where he'll develop an interest in women's bodies. It's time to find him a wife.

After finishing the day's family activities, under the full moonlight, I entered
the former prime minister's mansion, which looked somewhat abandoned. Tonight, I would create a wife for my son. I went down the stairs behind the hidden
door to the third underground level. At the door of that very familiar large prison cell, a beautiful woman with silver
hair and purple .

"Oh dear, tonight is the final big project, good luck to Subject One~"

"Ugh... Can't you just call me by my name properly? Queen Sheila?"

This is the culprit who turned me into a woman back then, Queen Sheila of the Kingdom of Isis. We
're old acquaintances now. She's our collaborator in this project because the forbidden spell for bio-information replication
requires the priestess and the sorcerer to cast it together. I can't do it alone, so I need her help.

"Hey Sheila... what good does it do you to help the Falt family become stronger? Aren't you afraid we'll
turn against the Theocracy in the end?"

"If that day ever comes, my family won't be in power anymore. What does it matter to me if you two countries want to fight?
I'd rather witness the results of this great experiment firsthand~"

Sheila said with a playful smile. She had absolutely no interest in the conflicts between nations, completely
behaving like a mad scientist. I only came to understand this more and more as I got to know her better. In fact,
almost all of her skill sets were for slowly modifying the body and mind, with no immediate offensive magic. You could say that
this sorcerer's skill tree was very skewed, and her actual combat ability was far inferior to that of an average sorcerer. Instead,
she would use all sorts of modified and tamed familiars with special abilities to assist her. These familiars
were the culmination of her years of painstaking research. She truly loved this and enjoyed it immensely.

She inherited the bloodline of the Isis Magic Knights, a top-tier martial family with power comparable to the Holy Knights,
yet she showed absolutely no interest in fighting, focusing all her skill points on research—a real waste of her talent.
Pope Suleiman was an incredibly powerful warrior, having fought his father to a standstill on several battlefields, yet
no one could inherit his mantle. Not only was he childless, but his only daughter also disliked fighting. Since his abdication,
the Isis family has gradually declined.

No matter how strong, no one can escape the passage of time. Currently, the Magic Knights family has no eldest son to carry on the bloodline
, and the Magic Knight bloodline inherited by Sheila will gradually dilute after a few generations. Therefore, nurturing future generations is crucial for longevity
, a point the Falt family has handled very well. His Highness's wisdom and foresight
are truly beyond the reach of ordinary people. Although Sheila recruited powerful military families from within the theocracy into her marriages, the ultimate
fates were either usurpation by her husband's family or usurpation by other powerful ministers. She seemed to foresee her future endeavors, and thus
gradually became less concerned with national interests.

After more than a decade of recuperation, the Kingdom of Faltó has gradually reached its peak. With its children all
becoming capable generals, it can easily rebuild a large army and become a military superpower. If the Theocracy of Isis
were to experience turmoil, having us as an ally would be a valuable source of support. Sheila
likely considered these factors, which is why she was helping us grow stronger while simultaneously currying favor. For those in power, the main
threats often come from within; using the power of other countries to deal with domestic political enemies
is not uncommon.

Of course, if we want to continue our evolutionary experiments, we will always need the help of the sorcerers of the Theocracy.
We must have a trustworthy partner there, and Sheila is currently playing that role. Therefore,
if the Isis family's rule is challenged by a powerful political enemy, we will have to support them. In the future,
the positions of the two countries may be reversed, with the Kingdom of Falto supporting the Isis family and treating them as
a vassal state . Sheila is a smart woman; perhaps she had already been planning this situation for over a decade.

With Sheila's assistance, the next step is to consider the third force we need to introduce to our grandchildren.
After careful consideration, His Highness prioritized the ability to fight on the battlefield and defend the country in the future. After all,
our country, which has gradually emerged in recent years, may also become a target of invasion by neighboring countries other than the Isis Theocracy.
In the end, the Scott family, a scout with whom we have a rather unfortunate history, was chosen.

A month ago, Sheila and I secretly infiltrated the lord's mansion on the northern border and kidnapped Leon and Ellie
's two children—Juno and Juna. Juno was conceived after Ellie was branded with the curse.
He is a descendant of the Scott scouts and also inherits Ellie's second-generation paladin bloodline. He's seventeen years old, the same age as
our Seth… about a month older. The objective of this mission was to turn Juno into
a girl and train him to be a completely obedient bride to Seth.

Sheila and I sneaked into the mansion silently in the dead of night, completely concealing our presence. I thought
I had done an excellent job of stealth; the only faint magical
fluctuation was when Sheila released the sleeping gas. Unexpectedly, Leon still detected us. He truly lives up to his reputation as a pure-blooded scout with supernatural abilities; even the slightest
movement within his control area can be detected. This is why His Highness desires this ability.

The pure-blooded scouts have a wide range of control; if they intend to extend it, they can cover the entire battlefield.
The terrain, wind direction, humidity, and even ambushes and traps within that range are all revealed, playing
a crucial role in troop deployment decisions and even providing auxiliary effects in combat. It's as if they have eyes in the back of their heads.
In some ways, the value of the scout's ability is no less than that of a paladin. I absolutely must complete this mission.

But Leon certainly wouldn't stand idly by while we kidnapped his children. He and Ellie rode two fast horses
, chasing after our carriage from behind, cutting in front of us and blocking our path. I had no choice but to dismount and confront them. If I could,
I really wouldn't want to meet them in this situation…

“Uh… Allen, it's you?”

Leon seemed to have initially thought they were just petty bandits, but upon seeing my face, he was startled.
He drew his sword and assumed a fighting stance, blocking Ellie's way, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. But compared to his
tense demeanor, I appeared completely at ease, relaxed and natural, not
adopting a posture as if I were about to start a battle.

"Hehe... I hope you won't call me by my old name, Viscount Leon. I am now
Queen Elena of the Faltory Royal Family. Be mindful of your manners as a subject."

"Hmm... Your Majesty, what brings you to my humble abode in the dead of night? May I
return my son and daughter?"

"I'm sorry, His Majesty Bram needs these two children for the prosperity of the nation
. It is an honor for you to be chosen. If you wish to take them back, then fight back with your strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leon moved. Although he knew he couldn't defeat me, he couldn't abandon
his children. It seemed he intended to strike first, launching a surprise attack when I was off guard. This was probably the only
tactic he could think of that offered any chance of success.

"Take this! First move of the Sword Technique—Divine Origin!"

Leon unleashed the basic move of the Paladin's martial arts, raising his greatsword high above his head and
slashing straight at me with earth-shattering force. But to me, this move was full of flaws. Although there was a blood relation involved
... Leon's diluted bloodline, passed down to the fourth generation, could not possibly be a match for my pure-blooded Paladin. But more importantly,
he had been away from the battlefield for many years, neglecting his training and burying himself in the affairs of the territory. It was clear that his skills had become dull.

"Hmph... Too slow!"

I lowered my body, placed my hand on the hilt of my sword, and with a swift draw, struck first,
knocking Leon to the ground in one move. He rolled twice on the ground, clutching his abdomen and kneeling in pain. Just as I was about to pursue,
Ellie's attack spells seemed to be providing cover for him, forcing me back. The six-pointed star array she summoned in front of her
emitted a blazing, multicolored light, and high-level attack spells shot towards me one after another.

Compared to Leon's resolute and bold charge, Ellie initially seemed
hesitant. After all, she was inherently kind, perhaps naively believing there was
room for dialogue and reconciliation. However, seeing Leon defeated, Ellie seemed to lose her temper and began attacking without mercy
. I think at that moment, we could understand each other; for both of us, the man we loved was more important
than affection.

I approached Ellie with ghostly footwork, my gleaming blade slashing repeatedly at her delicate body
. Ellie used her spiritual power to create a protective barrier, powerful attack magic blocking my path, like a
venomous snake relentlessly pursuing its prey, making it almost impossible for me to get close. She skillfully and gradually cornered me
. Ellie, as my proud sister, could still hold her own against me for a few moves. Unfortunately, her practical experience was clearly
lacking; she was fooled by a feint, and I delivered a powerful elbow strike, sending her flying.

"Phantom Blade Technique: Void Burial Lotus—!"

Immediately following, a powerful finishing move was unleashed in one fluid motion, unleashing several sword energies imbued with azure flames towards
Ellie, who was airborne. Unable to dodge due to her suspended state, she could only take the hit head-on. The powerful finishing move
shattered her protective shield, splattering blood everywhere. Ellie's body was torn apart by the sharp sword energy, and she let out a pitiful
scream as she crashed to the ground. This attack had almost killed her. Although she
reflexively used healing on herself at the moment of injury, managing to survive, her
body trembled pitifully from the intense shock to her meridians, and she lay on the ground, seemingly unable to rise for the time being.

I was somewhat surprised that I could so readily kill Ellie, and paused for a moment .
At this moment, Leon, finally recovering, rushed towards Ellie without hesitation, embracing her and
shielding her with his own body. Seeing this, I felt a pang of sympathy and didn't want to continue fighting.

"Don't chase after me anymore. I'm taking the child with me as punishment for your betrayal of the Paladin family.
I haven't approved of your secret engagement yet. If you resist again, I'll take Ellie with me and
never allow you to see each other again."

I'm still considered the head of the Paladin family, after all, I'm the heir of the bloodline. According to the rules, I have the right
to punish those who betray the family. I think Leon is a sensible man. He's no
match for me in martial arts, and he can't overpower the royal army. He has no bargaining chips. It
's already a great favor that I'm keeping Ellie. If he knows what's good for him, he should accept my kindness. Sure

enough, Leon slumped to the ground upon hearing this, seemingly having completely lost his will to fight. But
Ellie, whom he held in his arms, still struggled in grief, desperately trying to stand up and fight again.

"Waaah... Don't do this! Sister! Give me back my child!"

As a mother myself, I understand her feelings. If villains kidnapped Seth and the others, I would also...
I would fight to the death without hesitation. But the mission entrusted to me by my master cannot fail, even if it incurs
the resentment of my once very close sister. This is my pride as a knight.

"Viscount Leon, you handle this, otherwise I'll consider it a breakdown in negotiations."

Upon hearing this, Leon silently lowered his head and kissed Ellie. Her once-proper ceremonial robes were now
torn and tattered, exposing large areas of her sexy and alluring skin. After being kissed,
the heart-shaped curse mark on Ellie's lower abdomen could be seen flashing with a blood-red light. Ellie quickly calmed down, her expression blank
, her deep and beautiful pupils becoming unfocused.

"Ellie, listen to me, we don't want the child... If you like children, we can have
another one , understand?"

"Yes... I obey your command... Your Highness..."

A faint, happy smile appeared on Ellie's dazed face, but crystal tears kept sliding down her cheeks
. Leon picked her up and staggered back towards the castle. After this battle,
our relationship was essentially over, since I had taken away their precious offspring who had inherited their bloodline.

Not to mention whether they could have another child, because it's rare for ability users to have a third child
, and even if they did, it wouldn't be a child who inherited the bloodline. After a few generations, the members of this family would no longer have
the ability of a scout, becoming the Scott family in name only. The true scout bloodline would be introduced into the Falt family
, and our family would devour the abilities of other families like a monster, constantly evolving with each generation, becoming
a holy royal family capable of independently supporting the operation of the country. This is Your Highness's ultimate ideal.

To take another step closer to that ideal, we spent a month slowly replicating Juna's
biological characteristics onto Juno. This forbidden spell had many restrictions and was a rather troublesome
ritual. Besides requiring the priestess and the sorcerer to work together to cast the spell, the two recipients had to be
siblings with similar genetic information, sharing the same parents. The one providing the information had to have an almost sacrificial
love for the one receiving it. Finally, the transfer had to be done gradually at the beginning to avoid rejection, replacing the body slowly from the outside in. Only
after more than half of the body had changed could the remaining part be processed all at once.

After a month of slow replacement, Juno's body had become completely white and smooth like a woman's.
His penis, which was originally the size of a normal adult male, had shrunk to the size of a child's. Trapped in the paralyzed slime, he
looked terrified and pale. Meanwhile, Juna, affected by the aphrodisiac curse, couldn't help but become infatuated with
her brother. She passionately embraced her immobile brother, and their bodies were tightly intertwined.

"Here we go, Subject One, concentrate!"

"I told you... couldn't you just call me by my name properly..."

We joked around, but we were both seriously on edge. It was like performing a delicate
surgery; there was no room for error. A single mistake would ruin a month's worth of work, and
there was no one else with the scout bloodline to redo it for me.

Sheila winked at me and unleashed a corrosive venom attack spell on the slime. In an instant,
the underground prison was filled with Juno's painful wails, but we ignored even that. We were focused on
writing the read biological information into the cell during the regeneration, replacing the original information. The computational
complexity of this ritual was beyond the capabilities of ordinary magicians. Ellie's ability to complete this forbidden spell instinctively while her mind was in a state of mental manipulation and confusion
truly demonstrated her extraordinary magical talent. Sheila always
praised it whenever she mentioned it, and now that I had tried it myself, I could understand how powerful it was.

In short, through our close collaboration, the power of corrosion and regeneration acted like a sculptor's chisel,
reshaping Juno's body. His hair, muscles, bones, nerves, endocrine system—
every single component that made up a human was replaced. Juno grew a head of smooth, flowing hair,
two rounded breasts rose on his chest, and he acquired an endearing face. His private parts even developed into a woman's vagina
and uterus. He had completely transformed into a woman, becoming
a twin sister exactly like Juna-chan.

Juno… now we should call her Juno-chan. After being subjected to a round of intense acid corrosion, Juno-chan
fainted, while her younger sister Juna-chan looked bewildered, seemingly unable to understand what was happening before her eyes
. However, she was soon knocked unconscious by Sheila's sleeping gas.

"Then, according to the agreement, I'll take Juna-chan with me. You can take your time with Juno-chan~"

Sheila happily carried Juna-chan away. She would train Juna-chan to be a loyal slave to the Esis family
to strengthen the family's gradually declining power. After all, Juna-chan inherited two excellent bloodlines. Even
without the bloodline, she was still a valuable fighting force for the weakened Esis family.

Next up was Juno-chan. I blindfolded her while she was unconscious, gagged her, and
applied aphrodisiac to her tight little hole. Then I tied her to the sex toy in the corner of the room,
fixing her limbs firmly as well as her body. After the mechanism was activated, the wooden stick began to move. The pain of deflowering woke Juno-chan , but she struggled nervously because she couldn't see her surroundings. She made muffled whimpering sounds
from her gagged mouth . However, with the wooden stick constantly thrusting in and out of her aphrodisiac-covered vagina, her body gradually lost strength. Having lost her sight, her sense of touch became more acute. Her expression relaxed, and her nasal voice grew increasingly soft and sweet. Her pink nipples became engorged and erect, and the flow of fluid from her pulsating vagina increased. I gently rotated her hardened nipples with my fingertips, and Zhu Nai-chan responded well, weakly shaking her head, her delicate body trembling, and whimpering sounds like sobs escaping her throat. With my continued teasing, her body arched, and bursts of pleasure gushed out intermittently. After her orgasm, Zhu Nai- chan slumped in the chair, saliva dripping from her gag-filled mouth, looking extremely erotic. But the machine didn't stop after the climax; it only paused briefly before resuming its operation . Zhu Nai's struggles had weakened; all she could do was let out weak whimpers, like a plea for mercy. Her helpless state was particularly pitiful, but of course, I wasn't going to let her go. Watching the wooden stick thrust deeper and deeper with increasing speed, Zhu Nai once again succumbed to overwhelming pleasure.
















A mournful cry, a mixture of pain and pleasure, echoed through the underground cell.

"Alright, Akeno-chan, Auntie has to go back now. You can slowly savor
the pleasure only a woman can experience… It won't stop until dawn, and I'll come see you again tomorrow morning."

Akeno-chan struggled desperately as if terrified, but the chains binding her were incredibly
strong. With her power sealed, Akeno-chan was powerless against them. I simply left her there,
turned, and walked away. I'd only taken a few steps up the stairs when I heard Akeno-chan's moans of climax again
. I figured when I returned tomorrow morning, I'd probably only see her dazed, ecstatic face.

"Hehe… wait a little longer, Mom, Seth. Your bride will be ready soon."

The master's ambition was about to take another step forward. Thinking of this made me feel particularly happy.
Under the bright moonlight, I left the abandoned mansion with light steps.


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