[Bokangshu's Great Adventure: Witch, Zombie, Vampire]

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【Boconshu's Great Adventure: Witch, Zombie, Vampire】Episode 1

Prologue

The time is the 17th century, the location is France, an era where "studying medicine" equals "digging up graves."

A song goes:

The hoe and pickaxe are my companions,

The prayers on the tombstone hold alluring hope. *Crack!*

The hoe falls to the ground. Oops! My friend, you've got dirt on your face! "

It's alright," the friend laughs, "the dirt is clean, because the dead are still in the coffin!"

The black mud, damp with moisture, drips tears in the night.

*Sizzle!* The pickaxe sinks into the soft, wet soil… Strange, it seems too soft?

The friend cries out, "Good heavens, I couldn't even tell his foot from the mound of dirt!"

But now I see it, because he's bleeding.

The tip of the pickaxe is stuck in his shoe . "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

he cries, "I accidentally picked his foot with the pickaxe!"

I say, "Friend, don't worry, we'll sell the specimen jewelry, all the money is yours."

Then let me see a doctor? The friend angrily replies,

"No need!" "You idiot! All the doctors in the city are here!" he shouted.

"Shh! Quiet!" came the teacher's voice from nearby, as he examined a gentleman's skull infested with maggots

. "You two, you're out of credit for specimen collection!" the teacher roared.

"Oh God, teacher, please don't fail me, because today is my first time digging a grave!"

The blood from my friend's feet seeped into the grave, turning it as black as mud.

Crack, crack, crack—the coffin surfaced three feet below the surface.

"Damn it!" the teacher cursed.

"That's too disrespectful. I have to hide that person's name. I'm sure you know who it is ." "

See, you've woken the dead man, that's why I told you to be quiet!" the teacher yelled. The

teacher angrily threw the gentleman's skull at my head, seemingly hoping I would join him.

I ducked and crawled like a dog towards the cemetery exit.

Everyone fled the grave in panic, leaving only my friend, his foot nailed to the pickaxe, alone and helpless.

"Help!" He shouted.

I turned around and saw that the coffin was open, and the owner of the grave had come out.

According to the poem on the tombstone, she must have been a beautiful lady in life

. Because one wouldn't usually use roses, rosy flowers, and sunset to praise a dead person.

But now she was just a skeleton covered in rotting flesh.

Alas, she must have been starving for a long time, I couldn't help but sigh.

Because she was hugging my friend and gnawing on the flesh of his neck .

Next time, I will remember to tell the teacher to be careful of zombies when digging graves.

Chapter 1

"...digging graves...remember to be careful of zombies..."

"Bo Kangshu!"

A stern shout interrupted my sweet dream, and a heavy blow to the forehead quickly brought me back to reality.

"Huh? Where...where is this!" I opened my eyes, looked up, and exclaimed in surprise, thinking I was still digging a grave.

"This is the classroom, I am your teacher!" Snap, another pain on the back of my head.

I turned my head and saw it was the anatomy teacher, the lovable but ultimately glamorous witch, Sphfanie, who collected women's menstrual blood, men's brains, and even human bones.

She was wearing a long blue dress and cloth shoes, unsuitable for the damp, chilly weather. Her shoes would be soaked by the time she got home from class, and then she'd take them off by the fireplace, rubbing her white, delicate toes with their pink tips…

"Are you awake?" Sphfanie, hands on her hips, shattered the nascent sexual fantasies in my mind. Her waist-length black hair was straight, very unusual; I'd never seen a woman's hair so long and straight.

"Awake," I replied, touching the back of my head.

*Smack!* Sphfanie struck me again with her ruler.

"Who are you talking to?" Her watery green eyes, though full of anger, couldn't hide her innate allure—truly befitting a witch.

"Teacher, I'm awake." I thought for a moment, trying to control myself from getting an erection in front of her, and said.

"Hmph!" Sifani threw the ruler back onto the large lectern. "You're the only one here, and you dare to doze off in front of me!" she said angrily.

I turned around and saw that I was the only one left in the small classroom. It seemed that everyone had skipped class while Sifani was preparing her "teaching materials.

" "A bunch of damned little beasts!" Sifani said hatefully. "Skipping class again, dozing off again!"

I looked between Sifani's legs. She was standing between me and the lectern, rambling on and on, getting carried away with her cursing. Of course, I couldn't see anything through the obstructing blue velvet skirt, but my mind was already wandering to the scene of Sifani and her deceased husband making love in bed. I had never seen such a seductive, lewd way of twisting her waist.

"You idiot!" Sphenny slapped me hard. "What are you thinking?!"

"Huh?" I touched my burning right cheek. "What? I didn't do anything..." I said.

"Stop lying!" Sphenny's face flushed red with anger. "Last time you even spilled your semen on me, trying to get me pregnant, making me spend a week confessing at the convent!" she roared.

"Teacher, it was a misunderstanding. I just accidentally knocked over the materials I needed for my fertility studies." I argued, even though I really wanted Sphenny to have my child so I could marry her openly and whip this damned witch in bed every day.

"Don't argue!" Sphenny grabbed my neck and rocked me back and forth. "You lewd demon! Others may believe you, but I won't! You must have taken a fancy to my body and wanted to violate me!" she screamed hysterically.

"Yes, you're right," I thought to myself, but didn't say it aloud, and with my neck being choked, I couldn't even breathe.

"Fine!" Sifani suddenly released me, making me cough up saliva all over the table.

"Your homework for today is to go to the old cemetery in the Yulang Forest at midnight and dig up a fresh specimen for me!"

"What!" I was shocked. Your teacher... my teacher! Yulang Forest is almost ten kilometers away from here! (about forty kilometers) If I leave now, it will be almost midnight by the time I get there, and I won't be able to sleep all night if I rush back!

"My teaching materials are already starting to rot..." Sifani said, ignoring the obvious disgust on my face.

Because she knew I couldn't disobey her orders. After all, I'd tried every trick in the book to harass her—smearing urine on her teacup, mixing her hair and nails with my semen to make a paste and smearing it on the blackboard, or tying a note with her name on it to my penis. None of these worked; they only increased my notoriety and even put me at risk of being expelled from medical school.

That said, I actually think these tricks were somewhat effective. Despite my relentless

humiliation of her…which I consider a unique expression of my love… Sifani still managed

to keep me from being expelled. Thinking about that always makes me both excited and happy.

"...Yesterday I found some maggots crawling on it. The preservatives seem to have worn off. I need a new specimen...Hey! Are you even listening?!" Sifani said, looking at the pitiful body on the lectern. She'd heard it was a beggar who used to collect money under carriages. Its swollen, bloated body, soaked in preservatives, was a dark purple. Its eye sockets were empty; she'd apparently lost its eyeballs by accident and spent a whole day looking for them!

She turned and glared at me. I quickly nodded repeatedly to show I was paying attention.

"Good. Then I want to see a new specimen lying on my lab table tomorrow," Sifani said with a sly smile. Her expression was repulsive, yet strangely exciting. "Okay, I got it," I replied helplessly.

"Hmph, all your other classmates failed because they skipped class. You should be grateful I didn't fail you, you pervert," Sphenny said. "No need to go to class today, I'm going home." She tidied up her textbooks and other supplies on the lectern, but seemed to want to leave the old specimen there, completely ignoring the purple, lifeless human body.

Once Sphenny's footsteps disappeared into the corridor, I looked out the classroom window. Water droplets were starting to fall outside. The sky was a dark, heavy gray; the rain clouds were probably enough to engulf the Alps. Why did she choose this weather to make me dig up graves?

Achoo

! I wiped the snot from under my nose and pulled my waterproof tarp tighter. It was dark green, so no one would see me digging up graves in the middle of the night.

The temperature was damn low, probably less than ten degrees Celsius, and the rain hadn't stopped!

"Ugh... that slutty old hag, when will I finally get to sleep with her?" I sighed, walking along the forest path strewn with fallen leaves and mud, my left hand gripping the rope of my bag, my right hand carrying an oil lamp.

The surroundings were deserted... to put it simply, I hadn't seen a single dead body!

As I walked, I estimated that I had reached the ancient cemetery deep within the Yulang Forest around two o'clock at night. It had originally been a church for travelers to stay overnight, but after the king opened a road outside the forest, allowing nobles from all over to transport virgin girls for his pleasure, no one wanted to walk through this eerie forest anymore. The church fell into disrepair, the buildings rotted away, leaving only the stone tombstones at the back, and even the cemetery fence was gone.

It might be a bit late to say this now, but I desperately wanted to run, though my legs were shaking so badly they were only capable of the most basic function: moving forward.

The waist-high weeds drew ever closer; the ancient cemetery was now in sight.

I steeled myself, vowing that if I could see the sun rise tomorrow, I would wrestle Sifani to the ground and fuck her, filling her belly and head with my semen to avenge this! Unfortunately, this vow only spared me about two seconds of fear. The sound of the cold wind whistling through the weeds sent shivers down my spine.

Thankfully, my excellent training at school hadn't let me down. In a state of utter terror and mental blankness, I put down my pack, secured the oil lamp to a tree branch in a sheltered spot, took out my shovel and pickaxe, and bent down to search for tonight's patient.

I didn't search for long; the weeds were in the way, and the oil lamp's light was dim. I actually started digging as soon as I saw the first tombstone.

*Crack! Crack!* The shovel pierced the soil. Because of the rain all day, the surface was soaked, making it easy to turn over.

"Damn Sifani..." I stammered, half from the cold and half from fear. "I'm going to fuck you... I'll grab your big ass and spank you... I'll shove my cock into your mouth... and make you drink my piss all day long..." Using vile language to alleviate my fear was effective; I became less afraid, especially when I imagined urinating in Sifani's mouth, which even made me laugh.

After digging for a while, I felt the tip of my shovel hit something hard, whether it was due to ground shift causing the coffin to float or the workers who made money off the dead slacking off when it was buried. I suspected it might be the coffin.

I continued digging diligently for half an hour, also digging up the nearby weeds and throwing them aside. My hands were covered in rough, gritty dirt, my nose and face reeked of the wet, foul smell of weeds, and a worm with many legs that could curl into a ball stuck to my face, making me slap myself several times in fright.

The coffin actually popped up, likely due to geological shifts, as it was buried at an angle, head higher than feet.

It was a black coffin, looking quite new—a strange occurrence. I'd heard this ancient cemetery had been abandoned for almost fifty years, but this coffin looked like it'd only been buried for a month at most.

But I didn't care. The dead don't care what they're placed in or where they're buried; why should we, the living, concern ourselves? And if I had to concern myself, it would only concern Stanney.

I picked up my pickaxe and swung it at the upper right corner of the coffin, where the coffin maker would nail it. Although the black coffin looked like it had at least two layers, the nail heads hidden, my school training told me this was the correct way to dismantle a coffin. A few

clicks, and the first layer of the black coffin was gone. To my dismay, I still couldn't see any coffin nails. This thing that held the dead had three layers! I swung the pickaxe again, this time removing even the second layer of coffin planks. I was drenched in sweat, and the cold rainwater on the tarpaulin made the outside wet and uncomfortable.

After removing two layers, I was horrified to discover that this coffin was all show and no substance. The coffin maker was incredibly incompetent; the exterior was bright and beautiful, the lacquered black coffin even decorated with gold thread, but the third layer was just a pile of haphazardly nailed planks! I

tried to pry the planks open with the pickaxe, but although they were nailed haphazardly, the nails were deeply embedded in the coffin. I struggled for a long time but couldn't pull out a single one.

A sense of foreboding washed over me. With the nails so tightly packed, could this creature have died from some strange disease? Back in my bag, I took out the long-handled nail pullers, gripped the nail head with the pliers, and then kicked the end of the handle with my foot.

With a thud, the nail popped out a bit, but I still couldn't pull it out! The coffin lid rattled for a while, and several cracks appeared on the side of the coffin.

I was startled and ran aside, hiding for a moment before running back when everything was alright.

I tried pulling out another coffin nail, but the result was the same; the coffin lid rattled, several new cracks appeared on the wooden planks, and the nail still wouldn't come out.

I then realized that these nails must have been driven into the inside of the coffin, and were even chained together with iron chains, which was why they were so hard, like gnarled roots, as hard as a tortoise shell.

"What the hell? Was it necessary to go to such lengths to hinder me?" I couldn't help but exclaim angrily. It took me a long time to realize that it was probably a measure to prevent the little girl who would later change my life from escaping from the coffin lid.

I was absolutely furious. I dropped the nail pullers, picked up the pickaxe, and raised it high. Exhausted, tired, and angry, I'd long forgotten my worries and fears. I slammed the pickaxe down hard on the wooden plank in front of the coffin.

With a clang, sparks flew as the pickaxe swung down. A sharp pain shot through my wrist, and I quickly dropped it. I saw a white cut on my left wrist, about ten to fifteen centimeters long. Pink blood slowly seeped from it, then turned into a black liquid that dripped down, quickly covering my entire hand.

Having always treated the dead like steak, this was the first time I'd ever seen a living person bleed so much, and the one bleeding wasn't some damned nobody, it was myself! I was terrified and panicked for a while before remembering to stop the bleeding first. Judging from the rate of bleeding, the artery hadn't been damaged, so the injury probably wasn't serious. I quickly grabbed a dirty cloth from my bag, ignoring the fact that it was meant to wipe the dirt off the burial jewelry, and tied it to the wound.

Calming myself, I re-examined the coffin. Only about a quarter of it was above ground. A small hole had been chiseled in the wooden planks with a pickaxe, and nearby planks were broken and standing upright. My hand had likely been cut by flying shards of wood.

Picking up the pickaxe, I carefully enlarged the hole. The head really did have iron chains—thick and large, rusted in places, and tightly wrapped; I couldn't remove them at all.

At this point, I had long lost the chance to turn back, so I had no choice but to hold the pickaxe, enduring the pain, and continue chiseling the hole larger.

Finally, I had completely dismantled the part of the coffin above ground. The black coffin was lined with pristine white velvet, and the head of the dead person on it was faintly visible, swaying gently at ground level.

Exhausted, I slumped to the ground, too weary to feel the damp chill on my body.

"Why is there no smell?" After a while, I muttered to myself in surprise, then got up and walked to the coffin.

The dead should have a smell, that putrid stench, once smelled, is unforgettable.

I sniffed the coffin, only smelling the dampness of the wood and a strong musty odor, but no familiar stench of decay.

"Strange, could it not be a dead person inside?" I said, reaching into the coffin and touching the head—wet and slippery, it was hair. Hair is the last thing to decompose; often, even after a person has turned to bones, the hair remains on their head, sometimes even continuing to grow.

I pulled my hand out and smelled it; still no stench of decay.

"How could this be!" I exclaimed in shock.

I reached in again, touching the man's face. It was cold, his nose wasn't breathing, but his features were intact, and his skin still had elasticity.

"Was he recently dead?" I muttered to myself, reaching in even deeper. "But his skin is still elastic? Was he buried today?"

I continued touching, the body still damp and slippery.

"These guys, they don't even dress the dead!" I exclaimed angrily. This was no joke; not having clothes meant there were no other burial items like jewelry, and it meant I'd gone to all that trouble to dismantle the coffin and retrieve the body, only to receive no reward!

I then touched her chest; there were two soft, yielding things on her breasts. She was a woman.

By this time, my hand was almost completely inside the coffin, and my body was nearly touching the muddy ground.

But I rarely had the chance to caress a girl (not a woman, judging from the size of her breasts, you know what I mean) so freely, without worrying about being sued or slapped. For a moment, I couldn't stop, touching and touching, squeezing her soft, delicate breasts in my palms, kneading them with irresistible caress.

Although they were cool to the touch, the girl's skin was still smooth and tender even in death, feeling incredibly comfortable. When I noticed, I even put my other injured hand inside the coffin.

The rag on my left hand slipped down and slid into the coffin. Although the wound was still bleeding, the bleeding had slowed, so I didn't pay much attention. I just knelt on the ground, trying to shove my hand as deep into the coffin as possible.

Despite the exhaustion of this position, I was driven by lust, my hands gripping the silent girl's breasts, my lower body hard against the ground.

Although I was a little worried that the muddy water might seep through the tarpaulin and reach my urethra, I didn't want to let go of her hands. My fingers found the girl's nipples and squeezed them hard a few times.

Suddenly, I remembered some senior students telling me about playing with female corpses. "What's so fun about gang raping someone who can't move, can't resist, and doesn't even have a heartbeat?" That was my thought at the time.

But now my little brother was submerged in muddy water. Even if this girl couldn't move, couldn't resist, and didn't have a heartbeat, that cold little hole would definitely feel a thousand times better than the sensation of muddy water.

My mind was made up. I decided to follow the example of my medical school seniors and give my patient tonight a deep palpation! The sinful pleasure excited me immensely. You know, a living person will accuse you of rape, but a dead person is gentle and lovely. Even if you cut her up, she won't make a sound. And having sex with a dead person isn't considered rape. Rape is sexual intercourse against the other person's will, but a dead person doesn't even have the will anymore, hahaha, hahaha, hahahaha!

Just as I was mentally drafting my defense in case I was exposed and dragged to court, I felt the girl's nipples slowly swell under my caresses.

"Oh, you agree with my idea too?" I stupidly asked the dead body.

"Waaaaaah!" The next second, I desperately pulled my hand out of the coffin, and the dead body's nipples were erect! "A ghost! A zombie!" I was so scared that I wet myself, kicking my legs several times before I could stand up.

Clang! Clang! The remaining part of the coffin shattered into countless pieces of wood, flying everywhere.

A pair of pale hands froze there, dark red smoke emanating from the fingertips.

The girl's head turned and looked at me. Her neck and below were still inside the coffin, so strictly speaking, her head was on the ground looking up at me.

After a long while, I just stared blankly at the girl's red pupils, her snow-white face, and her purplish lips. There were some lacerations on her forehead, but they weren't bleeding. The blood was on her nose and lips, but there were no obvious wounds there, so it was probably blood from my left hand.

The girl's hair was purple. I don't know if I was just seeing things in shock, but her hair definitely had a pale silvery-purple hue, and it was curly.

"Are you... are you alive or dead?" I asked, my voice trembling.

The girl didn't answer, just stared at me, her eyelids blinking.

I mustered my courage, and it was lust that drove me, because I didn't want to give up my first opportunity to commit necrophilia, and slowly approached her.

I reached out and touched the girl's face; it was still cold, and it didn't feel like a living person.

Her eyes blinked again.

I was completely confused now. Was she dead or alive? Was I going to rape her or commit necrophilia? Rape would get me imprisoned, while desecrating a corpse would only result in a fine. This was related to my testimony in court, a very important question.

I crouched down and tried to grab her hands, but she actually pulled them back!

"Aaaaaah!" I screamed in terror, and at the same time, I pulled her forcefully out from the head of the coffin.

Clang, clang, clang—the iron chains of the coffin made a terrifying sound as it fell to the bottom, where the coffin was deeply embedded in the soil.

I collapsed onto the muddy ground, a half-dead girl lying on top of me.

Her cold face pressed against mine, and she exuded a strange, faint fragrance—sweet, astringent.

I pushed her away; she wasn't heavy, and with a thud, she fell onto the muddy ground beside me.

Completely white.

There wasn't a trace of blood on her body; no pinkish-white, just blue veins winding and spreading like groundhog burrows.

Her small breasts rested on her delicate frame, her waist was incredibly slender, her hips rounded, and her legs long and graceful. She was indeed completely naked, placed naked in the coffin.

Her red pupils were still staring at me, the girl's eyelids slowly blinking; she looked only sixteen or seventeen. I looked for a while longer, making sure it wasn't just my imagination.

Now I was certain she wasn't dead, but she wasn't alive either.

And I have immense respect for myself. Despite how unpredictable things are, I still want to have my way with this half-dead girl before me.

I reach out a trembling hand and slowly touch her cold thighs, parting them.

Dark purple… not particularly alluring, but a pair of beautifully shaped petals bloom at the base of the girl's thighs. Below her torso, at the base of her body, is the entrance to her vagina, and at the end of the vagina is the fornix, next to which is the uterus, a beautiful organ used to receive semen and bear children, though only the size of a fist.

I part the girl's petals with my fingers and gently slide them into her bud, my fingertips identifying the urethra and vaginal opening.

Filled with an indescribable excitement, I insert my fingers into the girl's vagina, piercing something slightly resilient.

"She's a virgin!" I shout excitedly, thankfully there's no one else around, so no one hears me.

Remembering how I once secretly brought home a uterine specimen and ejaculated into it to see if I could create a child that way, I could now finally insert my penis into a woman's (even though she was half-dead) vagina and ejaculate into her uterus!

Anatomical terms flooded my mind, making me lose control. I pulled my hand out, grabbed the girl's cold thigh, haphazardly ripped off the oilcloth covering me, and pulled down my pants.

My hard penis was warm in my palm, a stark contrast to the girl's icy body.

"Ah...ah..." I moved the girl's body, "I'm going to fuck you...I'm going to fuck you..." I said to the girl. She didn't respond, though she kept staring at me.

I thrust my hips hard, and after a while, my penis finally entered the girl's body.

Strange! So cold! I held the girl's body tightly, pushing my penis indiscriminately, feeling the girl's pelvic cavity slightly expand.

"Ha...ha..." After a while, my desire overwhelmed the girl's icy body temperature. Her wet, sticky flesh clung to my glans, bringing me a strange pleasure.

I gasped for breath, staring into the girl's eyes. She was still looking at me, as if only her eyes were alive.

I lifted her upper body, kissed her cold, purple lips, pried open her mouth, pulled out her tongue, and sucked on it with my mouth. Then I licked her cheeks with my tongue, the taste of mud was bitter.

The blood on her face, I don't know if it was washed away by the rain or what, was gone.

In this state of extreme excitement, whether the object was alive or dead didn't matter much, and I quickly ejaculated.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!" I pressed the girl's lower body against myself forcefully, the throbbing pleasure from my penis sending shivers down my spine.

"Ah...ah..." I slowly put the girl back on the ground, recovering from the frenzy of desire.

"Oh my god... I actually..." After calming down, I looked at the girl's face, "Although she's pretty, how could I be with a dead person..." I said in astonishment.

I tried to get up and leave the girl's body, but I found that I couldn't move.

The girl's legs were wrapped around my waist, with great strength.

A little redness appeared on her face, not much, but enough to scare me to death. She was alive, I'm doomed! I committed rape!

The girl reached out, the red smoke at her fingertips that had disappeared for a while when I was doing her reappeared.

She grabbed my throat, it seemed that she wanted to kill me.

"Stop!" I shouted quickly, while I could still breathe, "I'll pay you for covering up! Don't kill me!"

'Idiot!' The girl's voice had a strange magnetism, it sounded very pleasant, I couldn't help but wonder if my brain was broken, how could I feel comfortable in this situation?

'You..." The girl glared at me, then sighed: 'I can't think of a dirty word to curse you.' “Hehe…that’s what everyone says,” I said with a forced smile.

“Don’t laugh!” The girl’s eyes flashed with malice, her lips slowly turning a deep red. Clearly, her face was more attractive when she was alive.

After saying that, the girl glared at me fiercely a few more times. I shut my mouth, not daring to laugh.

“Don’t stop, keep going,” the girl said again.

“Keep going what?” I asked. I hadn’t done anything that allowed me to continue.

“You ungrateful wretch…” the girl frowned and spat, “I’ve killed countless people, you’d better not make me angry!” “But, I don’t know what you want me to do?” I said. Although it was just a few words, I could already tell that the girl was stubborn but didn’t really want to kill me. Plus, she had come back to life, proving she wasn’t a zombie, so I was even less afraid now.

The girl became angry and tightened her grip.

“Cough! Cough!” The girl’s grip was so strong that I almost thought I was going to die.

She released her grip, “I’m not joking! You’d better obey me! Otherwise, I really will kill you!” she said, slightly agitated.

A wisp of red smoke from the girl's fingertip drifted into my nose. The smell was very familiar—it was the smell of blood. But I had almost suffocated just now, and I was gasping for breath, not caring about that.

"Alright, continue!" the girl snapped.

With her pinching me like that, I had no choice but to obey. But I really didn't know what she wanted me to continue.

Seeing my confused expression, the girl was both angry and embarrassed.

"Damn French dog," she cursed, "If this were Romania, I would have cut you into pieces, skewered you, and roasted you over a fire!" I immediately feigned fear. Actually, our medical school had already done this a long time ago. Otherwise, the mountains of corpses piled up in the morgue couldn't be dealt with in time, and they would rot and become a breeding ground for fly larvae. As for the roasted meat, we would take it to the beggars on the street.

"Sigh..." the girl sighed, "Why did I have to encounter something like this..." She then grabbed my shoulders, like a freshman entering an anatomy lab for the first time, unsure of what to do, her movements a little awkward as she arched her back.

The now-warmed vaginal fornix bumped against my gradually shrinking glans, bringing a faint pleasure.

I was both surprised and delighted; if she wanted me to continue, I could probably go on until dawn without any problem.

Since the other party had shown such goodwill, what did I have to hesitate about? I cupped her mud-covered, wet buttocks and thrust forward forcefully.

"Mmm!" The girl frowned. Although her purplish-silver hair was covered in mud, she still looked quite cute, but this might just be an illusion caused by my burning lust.

Obviously, a warm vagina is better than a cold one. Just letting my glans slide back into the depths of the girl's body, my lower back was already trembling with pleasure. Compared to the purely cathartic intercourse before, I now understood what it meant to be in a union of ecstasy and agony.

The rain stopped at some point, and with a thud, I pressed the girl down onto the muddy ground again.

"Mmm!" The girl's face was completely red, her brows were deeply furrowed, her eyes were tightly closed, and her expression looked extremely painful. She was practically forcing me to ejaculate!

Her nipples grew increasingly hot, secreting a liquid distinctly different from muddy water—sticky, slippery, narrow, and tight. The walls of her vagina writhed, giving me the sensation of my penis being sucked.

White breath escaped from both the girl's and my mouths. Her small nipples, previously frozen purple, were now a beautiful peach-pink, standing erect on her snow-white breasts as if being punished.

Then, at this crucial moment, the only source of light—the oil lamp I had forgotten on the branch—finally burned out, and the surrounding scenery slowly faded into darkness.

Damn it, I should have stolen all the oil from that oil shop! Now it's pitch black; I can't even see where my penis is. How am I supposed to serve this noble and kind lady? I stopped, wanting to get up and check if the wick of the lamp was bent.

"Don't move!" the girl whispered, her magnetic voice compelling me to obey. "Continue..."

It seemed she didn't want me to pull out no matter what, which truly moved me.

This overwhelming gratitude could only be repaid with vigorous thrusting. In the darkness, I lifted the girl's legs; her thighs were warm and soft, incredibly alluring to the touch.

I thrust my hips forward, my glans squeezing into a wet, warm patch of tender flesh—the newly engorged vaginal fornix, what we French call the honeycomb or flower nest.

"Ugh!" The girl let out a muffled groan, her sweet breath lashing my back like a whip.

I thrust my hips, moving my burning hot rod back and forth across the girl's tender vulva, causing her trembling mons pubis—anatomically a thin layer of fat clinging to the pubic bone—to stick to my lower abdomen.

The slapping sounds of our intercourse echoed in the darkness. Since there were no other creatures nearby to disturb us, this became the most beautiful music to my ears. I never imagined that flesh against flesh could create such an enticing sound.

I was burning up, my head throbbing, and I picked the girl up again, wanting to kiss her.

"No...no..." But the girl's hand blocked my face.

This really annoyed me. Who lets someone do the deed but not kiss them?

I pulled her hand away and grasped all ten of her fingers to prevent her from continuing to resist. The strength she had shown earlier seemed to have disappeared. Thinking about it, it made sense; with my penis rubbing against my stomach, she wouldn't care about the strength in her hands.

"No...don't touch my mouth..." The girl's voice was still magnetic, but it lacked the power to make me obedient. I pressed my face against her cheek and stuck out my tongue, licking her burning skin.

"No...no...mmm..." I licked her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her forehead, every part of her face, before finally probing her mouth with my tongue.

The girl's mouth was no exception; it was hot and burning, a far cry from the icy coldness of a piece of pork sold in the market just moments before.

Next, the girl stopped resisting. I held her in my arms, licking her, sucking her, kneading her, and fucking her, almost unaware of what I was doing.

The girl's eyes glowed a faint red in the darkness, but I paid no attention to them; the pleasure of my glans rubbing against her tender flesh had completely overwhelmed me.

The girl seemed to feel the same way; her red eyes were the only thing I could see in the darkness, now drifting aimlessly from side to side.

"Ah... ahh!" A few short moans escaped her lips, and the girl's body stiffened.

For a moment, I thought she was going to die again, but my penis was immediately relieved to be bound hand and foot by her hot, wet flesh, dispelling my worries. The soft flesh even more cruelly ravaged my glans. I couldn't bear this torture and immediately ejaculated inside the girl.

As I arched my back, pressing my glans tightly against the soft flesh, my mind conjured up images of my uterus, a specimen resembling a dried grapefruit, its surface blackened by preservatives, white semen slowly dripping from the stone.

A surge of pleasure overwhelmed me; even the sea god, prone to threatening with a fork, couldn't match this power. I gripped the girl's smooth waist, pressing tightly against her, listening to the pounding of my heart on the shore.

"Ah…ah…" the girl moaned softly. Her hands, or rather, her claws, had torn the clothes on my back. Judging from the unusual pain, she might have even broken the skin. She really needed to trim her nails; if no one else could, I would! As the pleasure subsided, I slowly moved away from the girl, withdrawing my penis.

Suddenly, two bright red lights flashed, the girl's eyes changed drastically, and with a thud, I felt a chill run through me as I fell into the muddy water.

"You lowly commoner!" The girl's eyes, bright red and gleaming, were pressed against my face. Her breath hit my cheek as she spoke, as if she were speaking right up against me. "I should have killed you right then and there! Look what you've done to me! Me, Zora? Zora's chastity has been ruined today by a perverted grave robber like you!" The girl's name was Zora, a simple and easy-to-remember name. But who was the perverted grave robber?

No way! I admit I'm a pervert, but I'm definitely not a grave robber! Grave robbers don't bring corpses to medical school for students to practice on how to operate.

"However… my Zora family is a prestigious and ancient noble family. Although you defiled my chastity, you also saved my life," Zora said. "That balances out, so you're innocent. I won't kill you. Thank me properly!" Her strength returned, pinning me to the ground, unable to move.

Although I wasn't quite sure what she was talking about, I instinctively felt I'd been scammed. What Zora was saying sounded similar to what those Jewish guys with tumors on their noses on the street said, and ever since I was tricked once by them into buying a black fruit that they claimed was a woman's vagina, only to find it couldn't be inserted at all, I've never believed anything they say again.

"Wait a minute, there's something wrong with what you're saying," I immediately retorted, "What do you mean by canceling each other out? Without me, how did you get out of

those three sealed coffins all by yourself?" "Hmm..." Zora frowned. If you ask me how I know, it's because a little bit of her red eyes were obscured. "There'll always be a way, as long as I can absorb the life force of the nearby humans..." "Haha! In this kind of hellish place, besides me, the learned, renowned, all-knowing, all-encompassing, all-powerful ...

"You..." Zora was startled. "Are you famous? How come I've never heard of Bokangshu?" Her warm, soft buttocks pressed against my chest, a sweet burden, but I wanted to ask her to leave for a while so I could breathe in the cold night air and avoid suffocating.

"Haha..." I laughed, feigning misery. "Who told me to be so talented, arousing jealousy? If I hadn't accidentally shown off my 'gibberish' skills in front of the King back then, I wouldn't be in this state now." Speaking of which, "gibberish" is one of my specialties, meaning masturbating while peeping at the neighbor's wife and her husband's lewd acts.

If I actually did a "gibberish" in front of the King, I'd probably behead him on the spot, right?

"The King..." Zora's eyes flashed red, "That damned Louis XIV?" she roared.

I was startled, because those two red beams of light shone directly on my face; I hoped I wouldn't get some strange disease from it.

"Of course, speaking of kings, besides Louis XIV, who else..." I said.

"@#$%!" Zora suddenly uttered a string of incomprehensible words, probably Romanian slang, sounding like she was cursing.

“I never thought you'd suffer the same fate as me, being bitten by that dog.” Zora’s tone softened considerably. “Well, perhaps this is God’s will, that I lost my virginity to you in this desolate cemetery. Let’s kill that beast together.” “Kill him?” I couldn’t help but ask, a sense of foreboding creeping into my heart. “You mean…?”

“Louis XIV, of course!” Zora said. “Don’t you want revenge?” “You mean you want to kill the king?” I exclaimed in shock.

“Nonsense!” Zora snapped. “If it weren’t for him, how could I have been locked in that coffin for so long!”

“The king locked you up here?” I was even more shocked. This king must have had nothing better to do. Why would he lock such a beautiful girl in a coffin instead of keeping her in his bedroom to play with?

"Damn it, I'm furious just thinking about it! What kind of status do my Dragora clan have, to be taken by this beast..." Zora gritted her teeth, her hand gripping my shoulder. I was in excruciating pain and almost cried out.

"You're not scared, are you?" Zora glared at me again, her big red eyes unblinking. "If you're a coward who won't seek revenge, I'll kill you right now. I can't stand letting such a weakling take my virginity!" she said fiercely.

"No... I just..." I quickly said, "I was thinking about making a plan or something..." trying to brush it off.

"Hmm... you're right." Zora agreed with me. Please, can't you tell I'm just making excuses?!

"That dog has a bunch of henchmen around him, getting close to him won't be easy, and I don't know anything about French geography. We definitely need a plan." Zora said seriously.

"Then I'll leave this to you, Bo... Bo what?" Zora asked.

What! What does "leave it to me" mean? I'm not bragging, but aside from molesting women, I haven't succeeded at anything. Well, if I had to name one, digging graves would be one of my specialties.

"Bo... Bo Kangshula," I said, my voice trembling. "

You French people's names are so hard to pronounce," Zora said, grabbing my left hand.

A slight tingling sensation ran through me; Zora seemed to be licking my wound, her wet, slippery tongue moving back and forth on my hand.

My penis, which had just ejaculated, became erect again, pressing against the back of Zora's buttocks.

She released my left hand, her red eyes flashing, and turned to look behind her, releasing her other hand that was pressing against me.

I immediately rolled over, grabbed her legs, and tried to force myself inside.

"You madman!" "Zora said angrily, grabbing my left hand as it reached between her legs, and blocking my chest with her other hand. "Twice is enough, I don't need your energy anymore!" she said, her words hard to understand.

"You don't need it, but I do!" I shouted. I finally had a girl I could sleep with, how could I not make up for the past twenty years?

"Stop messing around! What do you want to do in a place like this!" Zora's attitude changed from docile and cooperative before. Taking advantage of her strength, she refused to let me get close.

"We've already done it twice in a place like this, what else is there to say?" I shouted anxiously. "Didn't you want me to do something for you? If you want someone to do something for you, you should at least give something in return, right?" "

As for money, after I contact my country..." Zora said.

Taking advantage of her distraction while she was talking, I touched Zora's crotch, my fingers suddenly plunging into her hot, moist vulva. Although I couldn't see anything, the beautiful shape of Zora's vagina was already deeply imprinted in my mind.
"No...you damn French dog..." Zora frowned, "Don't touch that...ah..."

My fingers dug around in Zora's vulva, clearly making her unable to exert any strength, and her two hands blocking me immediately became limp.

Seeing that I couldn't miss the opportunity, if I let her recover, it would probably be difficult to do her again, so I pulled out my fingers almost instantly and replaced them with something thicker.

"Mmm...mmm!" Zora whimpered twice. If that damned oil lamp hadn't been extinguished, I could see that cute face with a shy expression right now!

The moment I thrust into that warm, tight, wet hole, I felt like a prodigal son returning home, overwhelmed with pleasure. I arched my back, immediately pushing the head of my penis back into that warm, inviting nest.

"You…you're pushing your luck…" Zora whispered, reaching for my neck as if to strangle me. "I really will kill you…" I immediately grabbed her hands, easily suppressing her struggles, and thrust again with a light lift of my hips.

"Mmm!" Zora trembled slightly. "Who…who are you…why can you do this…"

Honestly, all I can think about right now is how to fuck you, please don't ask me any weird questions, okay? I moved my mouth, trying to silence Zora's voice.

"No…don't!" Zora cried out, "Don't touch my mouth like you did before! Why do you French people stick your tongues into other people's mouths!" "Stop nagging, haven't you heard of 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do'?" As mentioned before, my mind was only focused on how to insert my penis into Zora's vagina; even saying this required a lot of extra thought.

"No...please!" Zora pleaded, the red light in her eyes fading.

What a pitiful girl, not knowing that this would only excite me more. Now, not only her tongue, but I'm afraid I'll have to shove my penis into her mouth to vent my lust.

"Mmm...mmm...gulp...gulp..." I pressed my lips to Zora's, sucking and biting, my tongue forcing its way into her burning mouth, like a dog in heat indiscriminately wrapping around her evasive tongue, greedily sipping it.

After I sucked on Zora's saliva like this, it slid down her chin, leaving some on both of our faces.

"Mmm...mmm..." Zora's resistance finally vanished completely under my relentless caresses. Only then did I release her hands and begin to explore the rest of her body.

I touched her exquisite breasts, pinched her soft nipples, twisted her swollen nipples, and then caressed her back. Finally, I grasped Zora's peach-like buttocks. Perhaps due to the heat from her body, the mud on her body had dried about 70-80%.

"Ah...ah..." Zora gasped for breath as I pulled my tongue out to lick her cheek.

"You damn French dog...how can you like this so much..." Zora cursed in a trembling voice. I immediately thrust into her face twice. "Eek!" She could only obediently moan in response.

"What's wrong? What did you want to say?" I asked. Of course, I didn't really want to know what Zora was going to say; it was just a way to sway her emotions.

"Ugh... mmm!" Zora closed her eyes and stopped talking. I leaned in to touch her lips and found that she had closed her mouth as well.

I felt a surge of displeasure. Ignoring the soreness in my lower back muscles, I straightened my back and thrust into Zora's honeypot a dozen times in one go.

"Mmm... ee-ee-ee!" Zora's body swayed up and down with my penis, and she moaned.

I immediately invaded Zora's mouth again. This time, I bit her tongue and forced that timid tongue tip into my own mouth.

Gulp... gulp... the sound of our tongues swirling together came from our tightly joined lips. Zora seemed to have given up resisting and obediently let me do as I pleased.

My hand, which had been pinching her alluring buttocks, slid down, and I began to tease Zora's sensitive skin around her anus and perineum, my fingertips slowly probing that magical area.

Zora's body jolted suddenly, and she pushed me away forcefully, almost causing me to drop her.

"You...you should stop!" Zora exclaimed, "That's...that's..." "That's where your waste is expelled," I said, "We all call it the dark brown rear honey garden."

"You...you know that..." Zora's tone was very surprised, "Then why..."

Hmm...I really didn't want to spend time explaining to Zora what significance the brown honey garden held for me. It wasn't just because the rectum and anus held a crucial position in medicine (for people with hemorrhoids and rectal prolapse), but also because the first time I saw a woman's vulva was when I was peeping at them using the toilet. But I didn't want to say more, because after hearing it, no one would say another word to me.

In short, anything I do near a woman's anus, whether with fingers, a penis, or anything else, excites me immensely. A long time ago, on one of my birthdays, I made a wish: the day I could have a woman, I would insert my penis into her sphincter, which was clenched into a chrysanthemum shape.

Since I was burning with lust, I didn't want to waste my breath explaining to Zora, and besides, explaining might only make things worse.

So without a word, I forcefully thrust my fingers into Zora's anus.

"You…" Zora's eyes flashed red again, "You better be more concise!" she roared.

There was a loud thud as something hit me hard in the face. Even though it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything, I saw many tiny, glittering things running around in front of my eyes.

A sharp pain shot through me, and I could no longer hold onto Zora, collapsing to the ground. The cool mud soaked my shirt and my bare lower body.

"French dog!" Zora seemed to stand up, her red eyes now looking down at me. "I thought you saved my life before I was willing to submit to you like this, but you're so shameless!" she said sharply.

Lotus seeds? Those things don't taste like much; I've only eaten them a few times. But judging from Zora's tone, she definitely wasn't talking about those white, granular things.

I tried to stand up, but found my head spinning and my limbs unresponsive.

After a while, Zora seemed to notice that I hadn't stood up, so she squatted down beside me, her hands roaming over my body, finally touching my face.

"Hey, are you alright?" Zora said, "Who told you to touch me like that? Now you know I wasn't joking, right? An ordinary person's body can't withstand a single blow from the Zora family. You may have some magic, but you're still just an ordinary person." She pinched my cheek with her fingers, as if thinking that would bring me back to my senses.

"Magic..." I asked in surprise, my vision blurring with stars. Slowly, I regained feeling in my hands and feet. "What magic?"

"Aren't you a magician?" Zora said. "Don't play dumb with me. How could an ordinary person open that coffin? And what you just did..." She trailed off, her grip on my cheek suddenly tightening three or four times.

"Aaaaah!" Tears streamed down my face from the pain. "Let go!" I slapped Zora's hand that was gripping my cheek and jumped up, like someone hitting a rooster's rear end with a hot frying pan.

Zora felt me stand up and released her grip, standing up as well.

"Get me out of here quickly," Zora said. "And get me some clothes." She spoke as if I were her servant.

"Why are you squeezing so hard?" I pinched my left cheek, which was burning and painful, and I thought my head might be bruised. I said unhappily.

"Forcefully?" Zora said coldly. "Think about what you just did to me. I'm already being lenient by not killing you. Instead of being grateful to me, Lady Zora, you dare to speak to me like that?" "What did I do to you?" I asked knowingly, immediately crouching down after speaking.

Whoosh! "You!" Zora's curse swept over my head. Haha, I knew it!

"Where did you hide!" Zora shouted, kicking around nearby before finally hitting my butt. Her leg was stronger than her hand, and I immediately rolled two or three times on the muddy ground.

"You damn French dog! You dare talk back to me again!" Zora seemed genuinely angry. "I don't care if you saved me or if you're a magician, I'll kill you right now!" she shouted.

Magician? Zora seemed to have mentioned that word earlier, but what does that have to do with me? In the few seconds before I stood up and answered Zora, my mind raced, really fast. By the time you finish reading this, I've already thought it through:

1. Should I listen to her? This woman, back from the dead, with glowing red eyes, red mist emanating from her fingers, and such incredible strength, is clearly no ordinary woman. Although I've already slept with her twice, upon reflection, our encounter was purely accidental, about the same chance as kicking a pebble on the roadside, hitting a dog, and the dog chasing me… No, that's a very high probability, happening three times a month!

This woman claims to be from the Sera family in Romania. I don't even know where Romania is, so I can't be sure if she's telling the truth. I only know she's not an ordinary person, and quite dangerous.

She also said she wants to kill the king and wants my help. This is no joke, not something that can be resolved with a few shots! I have schoolwork to do, the neighbor's wife to spy on, and I haven't even managed to seduce that lewd Sphaney yet. I'm busy with mundane matters! Why would I risk my life to accompany this weird girl on some kind of epic adventure of slaughtering a king? But I've slept with Zora twice… if I keep her with me, maybe I can keep doing it with her… I

've decided! That's it!

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say!" I stood up and said, the thought of continuing to do it with Zora making all my previous concerns vanish into thin air, leaving no trace.

"That's good," Zora said. "Let's get out of here quickly. Also, I need clothes that can cover my whole body." "Whole body?" I asked curiously. "Are you Turkish?" I'd heard that infidel women in Turkey had to cover their bodies, leaving only their eyes exposed, so men couldn't tell who was beautiful and who wasn't, thus reducing the rate of rape.

"You damn French dog! You dare say that again!" Zora roared, her red eyes coming closer to me. "My family, the Zora family, are devout believers!" "A warrior of the great Lord!" "Yes, yes, yes..." I said respectfully, but in my heart I thought, if you're so devout, why don't you become a nun? I'd love to sleep with Zora in her nun's habit! Thinking this, my penis got hard again.

"If you know, hurry up and leave. It's so gloomy, damp, and cold... Oh, right!" Zora added, "Get me some hot water to wash myself later. This is very important, you must do it!" "Hot water?" I almost fainted when I heard that. My hard penis immediately went limp again. "Where are you going to get hot water, Miss Zora?" Hot water requires burning wood! Wood costs money, where am I going to get the money?

"Why?" Zora asked, puzzled. "Then how will you take a bath?" "With cold water," I said. "Firewood is not something a poor student like me can afford." "

Why do you have to pay?" Zora asked. "Aren't you a magician?" "..." I was stunned. When did this little bitch start treating me like a magician?

"How do you know I'm a magician?" Not knowing what the consequences would be if I didn't answer, and not wanting to get slapped or kicked by Zora a few more times, I tried to trick her with words.

"You're still playing dumb!" Zora snapped. "Is it fun to tease me like this?! Do you want me to kill you?! You've already done that to me, what more do you want from me?!" She started cursing, leaving me dazed and confused, like a dog rolling around on the side of the road after a good meal.

"Fine…" I didn't ask any more questions. "But even if I am a magician, I can't conjure money." "

Who wants you to conjure money?!" Zora stomped her foot angrily. I quickly moved aside to avoid being stepped on. "Like what you did to me just now, just go and get someone to buy you firewood!" I felt like a rat run over by a car, my insides overflowing, my head and stomach empty, completely oblivious to what Zora was saying.

"...How can I do that?" I asked, trembling with fear.

"..." Zora suddenly grabbed my right wrist and pulled me in front of her.

"You lecherous scoundrel!" Zora roared. "Don't think you can look down on me like this just because you took my virginity. Fine, I won't rely on you anymore. You find me a place to stay, and I'll take care of it myself!" "Oh, okay..." Bathed in her red glow, I didn't dare say another word and nodded.

Zora then released me. I touched my right wrist; Zora's handprint was imprinted on it. Her strength was terrifying.

I groped my way to my bag in the dark. Zora ordered me to take off my clothes for her to wear. I reluctantly complied, hoping in my heart that I wouldn't catch a cold and die.

Taking down the streetlamp from the tree branch, I discovered the wick had actually been blown out by the wind. There was still oil in it. After relighting it, the surroundings were bright again.

Turning my head, I saw Zora's purplish-silver curls swaying gracefully in the firelight, perfectly complementing her rosy cheeks. She looked stunning, but my tattered brown linen shirt made her look anything but aristocratic.

"...Why are you staring at me?" Zora glared at me.

I noticed a tear glistening in her eye; the rain had stopped for a while, so it couldn't be rainwater.

"Why are you crying?" I exclaimed.

"What?" Zora immediately wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to hide her tears.

"You...you're mistaken," Zora said. "That's rainwater." "Okay," I said, "Could you share some of your cloth with me? I'll get cold walking like this."

Zora glanced at me, then at my lower body, before quickly turning her head away. She probably saw that thing that had been moving back and forth between her legs earlier.

"You have a raincoat, just wear that," Zora said, pointing towards the coffin.

"No way, it'll be even colder in that, it's all wet," I said.

"Then go get one yourself!" Zora said, "I won't let my body be exposed again!" As she said this, Zora's pretty, slightly childlike face appeared both near and far in the firelight, hazy yet incredibly beautiful. Thinking back, the first time I had sex with her, she wasn't alive yet; the second time, it was mostly dark, I couldn't see anything. This was the first time I'd seen Zora's vibrant face so clearly up close.

As I looked, my penis became erect again.

In the lamplight, the shadow of my penis swayed, landing precisely between Zora's legs.

"You—" Zora roared, her face flushing red and then pale, "You pervert!" “Okay, this is the way out of the forest!” I pointed ahead and strode off, my feet sinking into the cold, wet leaves and mud. Zora had even taken my shoes.

Seeing me walk forward, Zora didn't say anything more and silently followed, though I could still feel her anger burning my back.

If only I could keep her at home like a pet and have sex with her every day.

Ugh… there’s a stick in front of me, it’s really hard to walk. I decided to stop thinking about how to seduce Zora and focus on getting on my way.

“Hey, that Bokangshu…” Zora called my name uncertainly, “Can we reach a place to rest before dawn?” I turned to look at her. “No, even if I go fast, it’ll take six hours to get to my house, which will be around… nine in the morning, right?” I said.

“What!” Zora’s face showed obvious horror. “No! Are there any other houses along this road?” “There are a few hunters and woodcutters…” I said. “What do you want to do?” “

Find me a house to rest in before dawn, and we’ll continue our journey at night,” Zora said.

“Huh?” I asked curiously. “Why?”

“No one in my Dragora family can be in the sun, you idiot!” Zora scolded. “It’ll burn us!”

Chapter Two

Although Zora said I was a magician, in my opinion, she was the real magician. I

saw her wearing my tattered cloth shoes, openly and arrogantly kicking open the wooden door of a hunter’s house on the path outside the Yulang Forest. At that time, the sky was still the dark blue of pre-dawn.

Zora walked in in a grand manner. The hunter, his disheveled wife, four little devils, and a dog were all sleepy-eyed and looked at Zora and me, these two uninvited night visitors, with surprise. I wasn’t even dressed.

"Bring up the clothes and food, and don't mention us to anyone," Zora said in her magnetic voice.

And then, the hunter's family and their dog obediently scattered to fetch Zora's things. They didn't even protest that we'd trespassed before dawn; they just came in asking for food and clothes.

I stared, dumbfounded. "How did you do that? Why are they so obedient?" I looked at Zora with a mixture of surprise and admiration. If only I could use this trick on Sifani, I'd make her give my "brother" good morning kisses, good afternoon kisses, and good night kisses every day.

Zora sat at the table, glared at me fiercely, then turned away without saying a word.

It seemed she still resented my attempt to force her way into her backyard. Perhaps next time I should ask her opinion first; I can't be so reckless. But if I did ask, maybe she'd beat me even worse? "Also, boil some water for me, I want to take a bath, 　　"

Zora called out. 　　It was evening, the sun was setting, and the temperature, which had started to drop around four o'clock, plummeted even further after nightfall, quickly becoming chilly—and this was only late autumn evening.

After enjoying what I calculated to be about four meals of free meat soup and bread, Zora seemed full of energy. Although I ate quite a bit myself, I humbly asked Miss Zora to beg the hunter's family for me, because they only listened to Zora. This really annoyed me, but I didn't dare to complain to Zora. I didn't want to be beaten senseless and weak-kneed by her again.

After changing into the hunter's wife's clothes, Zora's alluring body was now completely ruined by the dirty blue cloth top and white long skirt (which had actually turned gray). It was so unappetizing that it made one feel sick for three days.

Under what she called a merciful gift, I also put on the hunter's old clothes, but I looked no different from usual, still as handsome as ever.

But the problem was Zora's purple-silver hair, which was really eye-catching.

I really wanted to ask her why the king had locked her in a coffin instead of his bed, but seeing Zora's eyes, I didn't dare speak. I wanted to turn off all the lights like yesterday and force myself on her, but in broad daylight, Zora could see everything I did. I couldn't even reach out to touch the hunter's daughter's bottom.

"If you dare do anything reckless, see how I deal with you!" Zora yelled at me.

Sigh... but now it's finally night. Zora, this young lady, has spent the whole day at the hunter's house, not even wanting to bask in the setting sun, hiding in the shade until dark. Now it's finally time to leave.

"Zora..." I said at the hunter's door, "Your hair is too noticeable. Won't people recognize you?"

"..." Zora thought for a moment, "Hmm, maybe." I went back and asked the hunter for a black four-cornered headscarf. I coiled my purple-silver curls at the back of my head and tied it up with the headscarf, but she seemed unsatisfied. She took another one and wrapped it tightly around her ears as well.

Now, I couldn't even see her face clearly. I had thought that at least I could enjoy Zora's cute appearance along the way for some consolation, but now she looked like an infertile and frigid village girl, making my little brother unable to stand up.

Outside the hunter's house, there was a horse-drawn cart loaded with a lot of hay.

This kind of horse wasn't the tall, large horse that officers rode; it was a medium-sized horse used by farmers for plowing fields. It was about my height, with long manes, a big head, and hairy hooves. It wasn't fast, but it had great stamina.

"Where did this cart come from?" I asked curiously.

"I asked them to get it," Zora said. "You don't mean you want me to walk with you for half a day in the dark, do you?" "That brat's words are infuriating! She turns on me as soon as she's had her fill. I think she's only cute when I'm with her." But I only dared to keep my anger inside, not say

a word. "Hurry up and get on. You know how to ride a horse, right?" Zora urged. "Take me to your place quickly, or who knows when that dog king's men will find us." I had no choice but to sit on the small platform at the front of the cart for the driver, pick up the whip, and flick it on the yellow horse's back.

The cart swayed, and Zora grabbed her dirty gray dress and jumped onto the haystack at the back of the cart.

This girl is not only strong but also incredibly agile; I wonder what she ate to grow up like that.

Clatter, clatter, the yellow horse slowly pulled the cart forward, and we gradually left the hunter's house.

On the way, I finally couldn't contain my curiosity and asked, "Hey, why are you locked in a coffin?"

Zora, sitting on a pile of straw with two black headscarves tied around her head, said, "You should know that your dog king collects young girls everywhere, right?"

"Yes, everyone knows. There's even a song about it." I sang:

Song title: [The King Who Loves to Prostitute Young Girls]

Little girl of France, watch your skirt! Our great king is shouting to his court officials: Go and capture all the virgins!

The little girl asked: Why capture me? What does this have to do with me? Are only little girls virgins?

Good question. This echoes an old saying: The best way to ensure a flower bud isn't stolen is to pluck it first. Since a flower only blooms once, and once gone, it won't return, it's best to strike first.

So recently, taxpayers have been thoroughly annoyed by the King,

unsure whether they'll have to hand over half their income

or offer up their daughters' vaginas.

I casually sang a song that's been around for a long time; I knew it when I was little. Although it's simpler in content than classics like "Thirsty Joanna Next Door" or "Mom and Me's Nightly Game," it's catchy and easy to remember.

"You bunch of idiot French dogs, it's all true," Zora said irritably.

"What?" I was shocked, turning to look at Zora. As the lights in the surrounding houses dwindled, the two red beams in her eyes became more pronounced. "It's true?"

Could it be that the King is really plundering women everywhere? I always thought these songs were just made up for fun.

"Of course it's true. I'm the girl who was abducted from Romania to France," Zora said.

"You? Abducted?" I was even more surprised. Could someone really abduct such a violent woman? "Then I'll definitely have to ask those bad guys how they subdued Zora, so I won't risk my life next time I want to sleep with her."

"Hmph, but after they found out I was a member of the Drakura family, they didn't dare send me to your dog king's palace. While I was sleeping, they locked me to a coffin bed and buried me in the same place as yesterday," Zora said angrily.

"Wait!" I seemed to hear the words "coffin bed." "You mean that coffin is your bed?" I asked.

"People in my Drakura family sleep on these specially made coffin beds. You French dogs wouldn't understand," Zora said arrogantly.

"Indeed, I don't understand why you sleep on a coffin," I said. "What if someone thinks you're dead and buries you?"

"My family wouldn't have such an idiot who can't tell the difference between dead and alive!" Zora shouted.

Seriously, I really want to see what this girl's house looks like. Sleeping in a coffin at night? What happens when someone dies? Should we put a magnificent bed with a bottle of fragrant wine at the head of the tomb?

"By the way… Bokangshu," Zora asked, "what kind of magic is 'Jiligujipa'?" I almost fell off the cart when I heard that. Luckily, the horse's mane was long and stiff, so I grabbed it to avoid rolling onto the road.

Good heavens, she still remembers! I had completely forgotten!

"Uh… um…" I was speechless for a moment. Even though I've been bluffing since I was a child, I couldn't think of anything to say this time. "Anyway, it's a very powerful magic, it'll… boom… open a big hole in the ground…" I could only make something up.

"Oh…" Zora nodded. "Sounds pretty ordinary, doesn't it?" "Then why did the Dog King want you..." I thought to myself, "This is bad. If I keep asking, this tall tale is going to burst." I quickly changed the subject and asked, "Zora, why are your eyes glowing red, and why is smoke coming out of your hands?"

"You saw it yesterday, and you still don't know why?" Zora asked me back.

"Uh..." I hesitated again. This brat, you should just answer people's questions properly, why are you asking me again!

"I don't know, even if I'm amazing, I can't understand it at a glance," I said.

"Heh heh..." Zora seemed quite smug. "Then you'd better ask me politely before I tell you." She laughed.

Upon hearing this, I could no longer contain my anger. The brat! Had she already forgotten who dug her out of the ground? If it weren't for me, she'd still be squatting in the old cemetery of Yulang!

I was so angry I lost my mind. I threw down my whip, turned around, and pounced on Zora, who was sitting on the haystack.

"What are you doing!" Zora was startled and didn't react in time, being pinned down by me.

"You brat, I'm going to rape you!" I roared.

Zora's eyes flashed red. "You better stop right now, or I'll make you suffer terribly!" she shouted.

Ignoring Zora's resistance, I reached my hand under her dirty long skirt. For some reason, I had a feeling that as long as I touched her hot, moist vulva, I would have won.

"Stop!" Zora's hands pounded my head repeatedly.

"Ouch! It hurts!" I cried out in pain, forcing me to pull my hands back to protect my head.

"You dog! Try molesting me again!" Zora grabbed my neck again. She seemed to enjoy choking people; I'd have to do it to her someday, to make her taste the agony of not being able to breathe.

"I've been putting up with you. Normally, I would have torn you to pieces. You'd better be sensible!" Zora yelled, her bloodshot eyes glaring at me.

Pshaw! No knife or saw, you'd better have a way of cutting me into pieces! Human bones are hard; a knife will bend when it hits, muscles will clamp the blade, and blood and fat will dull the blade. Dismembering a person is no easy feat! These words, coming from my own mouth, are absolutely credible. I'm Bokangshu, the one who dismembers 185 corpses in 365 days a year! That's an average of one every two days! But I really couldn't breathe; my head felt like it was about to explode, but Zora seemed oblivious.

"Ugh...ugh..." I groaned in pain.

"Hmph, can't take it anymore?" Zora sneered. "Swear you won't do this again, and I'll let you go." I nodded. Under the threat of suffocation, I'd even agree to castrate myself.

Zora then slowly released my neck.

"Alright, let's get going," Zora said to herself. "As long as you behave, I won't hurt you, after all, you saved me." I collapsed onto the pile of straw, coughing for a long time before recovering, my anger barely contained.

I stood up. "Ah, the king's soldiers are chasing us!" I shouted, pointing behind Zora.

"What!" Zora exclaimed in surprise, turning her head to look. "No way? So fast?" Behind them was only a muddy road wide enough for two carriages; there were no king's pursuers, not even a chasing dog.

This little trick, though old-fashioned, was surprisingly effective, and when used at the right time, it was almost always successful.

Zora realized she had been tricked and quickly turned back.

I had already prepared my next attack. I aimed at Zora's face, cupped her hands, and pressed my lips against hers, kissing her hard.

"Ugh!" Zora groaned softly, "Mmm...mmm!" She twisted and struggled.

I bit her lip, forcing my tongue inside. Although I was a little worried that Zora might bite my tongue off, a deep premonition told me that she wouldn't do that.

I curled Zora's startled tongue, sucking on it until she smacked her lips, her hot breath hitting my face.

Her hands scratched and hit my chest, but without the strength of before; it seemed my surprise attack had succeeded.

With a whoosh, I pushed her down onto the haystack, lifting her skirt with one hand.

"You damn French dog..." Zora trembled as I licked her cheek, "You used that filthy magic again... I'll definitely kill you..."

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't be able to bring yourself to kill me," I laughed.

I pulled her long skirt up to her waist; she was wearing hunter's wife's underpants underneath. I didn't bother to see what they were or what color they were, because just touching them made me feel incredibly aroused.

I ripped off Zora's underpants and grasped her genitals in my palm. The warm, tender flesh throbbed in my hand, an indescribable pleasure.

"Not here..." Zora seemed to have given up resisting. "Someone might walk by..." she whispered.

"I don't care, I'm going to do you right now," I said, the joy of victory and the desire that had been suppressed for about twelve hours making me inexplicably excited.

"What's wrong with you..." Zora said angrily.

I rubbed Zora's tender petals with the heel of my hand, feeling her getting hotter and hotter, my tongue licking Zora's lips intermittently, occasionally probing into her mouth.

Zora was limp, showing no signs of resistance. With my other hand, I gently pinched Zora's breast through her cumbersome blue cloth shirt.

"Mmm... mmm..." Zora breathed softly, her legs twisting restlessly.

We lay on the pile of straw, making love like this for a while, until finally warm, sticky nectar began to flow from Zora's petals.

I slipped my fingers inside, probing and exploring Zora's body, making her moan and groan.

"Hey buddy, your girlfriend's pretty, huh?" one of them said.

Yeah, I practically dug her out of her grave yesterday. If it weren't for her being a bit violent and disobedient, she'd be a really lovable girl!

Wait a minute, who just said that? I didn't say anything, and Zora, with her face full of lust, didn't say anything either!

I was shocked and turned around to find three men surrounding the carriage, looking at Zora and me with ill intent.

"Who are you?" I asked, pulling down Zora's long skirt to cover her exposed legs. Zora seemed a little dazed. I held her in my arms; from her soft, warm body, I couldn't believe how strong she was.

"Hey buddy, still riding around so late, are you in a hurry?" one of the three laughed. "That girl's voice is so loud, you can't pretend you didn't hear her."

"Is that so? Well, I'm sorry," I said. "We'll leave now."

"No way," another said, picking up my whip from the ground. "We don't know if you're up to anything, taking a little girl out so late, messing around with her on the road... How enviable!" "What are

you planning to do?" I asked, inwardly screaming, "Oh no!" I should have listened to Zora and chosen a secluded spot to stop and take advantage of her.

"Nothing much, buddy, you should know the taxes are really heavy lately," the third said. "It's making it really hard for us to survive."

The implication was that they wanted money.

Ha, you want money from me? Trade your wives and daughters! After I've had my way with each of them three times, I might even give you a few coins, depending on my mood!

"I have nothing to give you. Bring me the riding crop, we're leaving," I said coldly. These kinds of people are the most likely to take advantage of us, so we must never be nice to them.

"Dude, you're really being unreasonable..." one of them said. "You don't want us to call the patrol, do you?"

Judging from his tone, he was going to take me to court. It seemed they either thought I was a slave trader or something like that.

This was bad. My relationship with the courts was no joke. Before I was sixteen, I'd been to court three or four times for fraud and theft, and countless other charges like indecent assault and public indecency. Although my wealthy mother eventually got me released, the records remained, and judges almost all recognized my face. There was no one else who would let female customers drink soup laced with semen and then lie to them, saying it was a new kind of cheese. Indeed, that lie was utterly ridiculous, and I deeply regretted it. Semen coagulates as soon as it comes into contact with hot water; anyone who knew would immediately recognize it, even though I still managed to get about seven women to drink my semen with their soup.

But now that my mother has kicked me out of the house, no one will protect me. If I get sent there, I might never get out! This is no joke. I'm so delicate and weak; if I go in, I'll definitely be used as a male concubine! I don't want anyone finding a second specialty for my excretory organs!

I'm caught in a dilemma, not knowing what to do. Looking at the three men's gloating expressions, I felt both angry and furious. If I could, I would cut them all up, then lie that they had contracted the Black Death, and burn their bodies.

Just then, Zora regained her senses and pushed me away.

"Don't move," she said, "Don't make a sound." The three guys who wanted to take advantage of my situation, especially my lust, stood there in shock, staring at Zora, motionless and silent.

I saw Zora's right hand emit the same red smoke as yesterday, and then with a whoosh, the red smoke formed five ethereal parallel lines in the air.

*Splat!* Of the three, the head of the person closest to Zora flew into the roadside bushes not far away, the remaining body still standing there, spurting blood.

"Huh?" Having seen so many dead heads, I was astonished to see a living head flying around.

The remaining two were terrified, their faces pale and their bodies trembling, but they still stood there dumbfounded.

*Splat! Splat!*

Zora leaned to the left, killing the person on the left side of the cart, then turned and killed the last person behind the cart, using the same method.

Hmm… so that's how blood spurts out. When the head was first severed, it spurted almost seventy or eighty centimeters high, then gradually decreased in height, a bit like the geysers in Lorga… Wait! Zora chopped off the heads with her bare hands? Barehanded!

I was so frightened that I fell onto the haystack, staring blankly at Zora's blood-stained right hand, several long things growing from her fingertips.

As the red smoke slowly dissipated, the long things on Zora's hand retracted.

She brought her hand to her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick the blood off her hand.

Thud! A headless corpse swayed and fell to the ground.

Thud! Thud! The remaining two followed suit.

I had never seen anyone die alive in front of me before… That sounds a bit strange… Die alive…

Zora's bloodshot eyes stared at me; she had somehow ended up squatting in front of me!

"Aaaaaah!" I screamed in terror, "Don't kill me!"

"Shh!" Zora pressed her hand to my mouth, "Don't make a sound! Do you want us to be discovered by more people? Quickly pick up the whip, let's go!" she said.

After a while, I climbed down from the cart, snatched the whip back from the dead man's hand, my hands and feet still trembling.

I sat back down in the cart; Zora was still licking the blood from her hands. I had no desire to do anything to her anymore. With a sudden jerk, I lashed the whip across the horse's back.

This guy seemed even bolder than me. My legs went weak with fear, but this beast pulled the cart with incredible speed.

# # #

All the way back, I didn't speak to Zora again, only wanting to get back to my room as quickly as possible.

When we arrived in Monabe, it was around three in the evening. Only huddled beggars remained on the streets.

I found a random spot outside the city to release the horse, threw the cart on the ground, and, with Zora in tow, we drove through the streets and alleys to my lodgings.

I lived in an area with the most rental housing, called the Baman district. The houses there were all made of wood, a jumbled mess of odds and ends crammed together. My home was one of them.

But whether it was the three people who had suddenly returned from the dead that terrified me, or Zora, the girl who had come back from the dead, that terrified me, I couldn't find my house for a moment.

Staring at the uneven wooden houses along the narrow street, my mind went blank, and I didn't know what to do.

The damp, cold night wind whipped across my face, and I found the image of those heads flying through the air kept replaying in my mind.

Zora, however, walked directly to a wooden house on the right and stopped in front of the door.

I then remembered that was my house… but how did Zora know which house it was? I quickly followed, took the key from my bag, and frantically opened the door. After letting Zora in first, I shook my head, looked around to make sure no one was watching us, and quickly and quietly closed the door.

"Ha…ha…" I leaned against the door, panting heavily, my forehead covered in cold sweat.

'It's so dark, isn't there a light?' “Zora said, I could see those red eyes glowing in the darkness.

“Ouch!” Zora suddenly cried out, as if she had kicked something.

I put down my baggage, groped around in the dark for a while, found the table, found the oil lamp, and fiddled with it for a while before finally lighting it.

The yellow light made the room look eerie. I took out the other oil lamp from the baggage, lit it, and placed it next to the one on the table.

“Oh my god…” Zora covered her mouth, “What kind of place is this…” If it were any other time, I might have proudly shown her the room, but I was in an abnormal state. What if the court found out that I was hiding a murderer in my house? What if they came knocking on my door now… Oh my god! Why did I have to dig this little devil out!

I pulled out a chair and sat down, pushing everything on the table except the oil lamp onto the floor. Some of the leftover food had turned green, and several plates were shattered.

The apartment I rented was originally intended for one person. After deducting the bed, the space wasn't very large. With trash everywhere – on the floor, bed, and table – there wasn't even enough room for anyone to stand. Zora was standing in the pile of trash between the bed and the table, frowning and glaring at me. I wondered what

she was planning to do now. "What are you thinking about?" Zora asked. "A strange feeling keeps coming over me." This brat was spouting nonsense again. I really didn't want to deal with her anymore. I'd figure out a way to kick her out tomorrow.

"Hey!" Zora's expression changed. "What are you thinking about!" Her face was full of vigilance.

"Nothing..." I said, my voice surprisingly weak.

Zora kicked aside the trash in the way and walked over, glaring at me fiercely.

"Were you trying to kick me out? Or were you going to hand me over to the Dog King?" she asked.

Good heavens, can this girl read minds? Can she hear everything I'm thinking? Zora stared at my face; it seemed my expression gave her away. A wisp of red mist rose from her right hand, as if she wanted to kill me to silence me.

I jumped up from my chair in fright and tried to run out the door.

But all I saw was a red blur flash past, and the clutter in the room flew everywhere, clattering and crashing to the floor.

"Combo the pig!" the guy next door yelled, "You're not sleeping, but I am! You better shut the hell up!"

Screw you, I'm facing a life-or-death situation, I don't have time to care about your sleep quality!

Zora, her whole body radiating red smoke, stood blocking the doorway, several silvery-white things sticking out from her fingertips—things that looked a bit like knives and a bit like forks—glaring at me angrily.

What are you so angry about? I'm the one who should be angry! I went through so much trouble to dig you out, and after a couple of tries, you're gone. Now you've dragged me into a murder case, and not only have I lost my army, but I've also lost my wife and three concubines. What more do you want from me?

"A curse..." Zora said in a trembling voice, "What do you want to do about the curse you placed on me?" "What?" I don't understand. Speak like a human!

"It must be a curse. I thought about it for a long time on the way here. It can't be anything other than a curse," Zora pointed a sharp blade at me with her fingertips, "It's okay if you don't help me kill the Dog King, but you have to lift the curse on me!" "What curse?" I asked. Is this kid out of his mind?

"Are you... trying to play dumb again?" Zora shouted.

"Hey! Did you bring a woman back?!" the guy next door yelled. "Why do I hear a woman's voice?"

"Shut up and go to sleep!" I yelled at the wall. The house was cramped, and the walls were just thin wooden planks, so there was almost no soundproofing.

"..." Zora turned her head and looked at the wall.

"Go find a knife and stick it in your eye." Then she said, "And if you're still alive, you'll be mute for the rest of your life." "What!" I was terrified. "Hey! Don't do that!" Please, don't cause any more trouble! "

What, don't you hate this guy?" Zora asked.

"Take back what you just said. I just told him to go to sleep and not talk too much." I quickly said.

Through the wooden wall, I could hear the guy next door searching for something, which made my heart pound.

"Then you have to lift my curse." Zora said.

"Fine! I'll do whatever you want!" I snapped, my anger reaching its peak at this little bitch. "I don't care if it's a curse or a magician's curse, bring it on!"

"...No need to look anymore, just go to sleep. You can't hear what we're saying anyway," Zora finally spoke.

The sounds of rummaging through drawers next door stopped, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumping back into my chair, exhausted.

"Your magic doesn't work on the guy next door," Zora said, "and I don't think it works on most people, so why is it so effective on me?" I sighed; I didn't want to argue with her anymore.

"Kid, I'm not a magician, I don't know anything about magic, and I didn't put any curse on you!"

I said. "I don't want to kill the king either, so you'll have to figure it out yourself tomorrow morning. I don't want to be a defendant in court because of someone you killed." "

You're playing dumb again!" Zora trembled with rage. What kind of fantasy made her so certain I was a magician? I didn't bring a crystal ball, nor did I have a skull on me.

"Please, what makes me look like a magician?" I retorted immediately. "I'm just a poor medical student, recently kicked out of my house by my mom, a pathetic person with no money left for tuition, rent, or living expenses. Please stop torturing me." "

I don't care about that!" Zora shouted. "Remove the curse from me!" "I already told you I'm not a magician, what do you want from me?" I snapped impatiently. "Even if you're cursed, it wasn't me. Go find the guys who buried you!" "

That's the curse you cast!" Zora said firmly. "It must have been you!" "Huh?" I was puzzled. "How do you know?"

"Because...because..." Zora slowly sheathed her blade, and the red mist around her gradually disappeared. "You succubus! Pervert! Sex maniac!" "But halfway through, she started cursing."

"Haha! That's right!" I laughed loudly, "I, Bokangshu, am the number one perverted lecher in Monabe City!"

Thinking about how I've been working like a slave for this little girl, not only without any reward, but also being kept in constant fear by her, it's really making me feel worse. But since I've decided to kick her out first thing tomorrow morning, I'm going to make the most of these last few hours and get my money's worth .

"You...you're thinking about those lewd things again!" Zora frowned, "Don't come near me!" She took a step back and leaned against the door.

I don't know why, even though I knew it would be easy for Zora to cut off my head, I still walked straight towards her.

Zora's cheeks were flushed with anger, and her bright red eyes looked watery. If I had said a few more words, she might have cried.

Surprisingly, this time Zora hardly resisted at all, she just turned her head to the side.

In the narrow wooden cabin, I took only two steps to reach Zora.

I reached out and turned her face towards me, intending to continue the task I hadn't finished in the horse-drawn carriage hours earlier.

"Mmm!" Zora struggled for a moment when I slipped my tongue into her mouth, but quickly surrendered and let me play with her as I pleased.

This little devil, has she suddenly changed her personality or what? Why is she being so cooperative? Is she up to something?

I entwined my tongue with hers in Zora's mouth, her timid tongue responding to my sucking little by little.

As I kissed her, I untied Zora's headscarf. This girl always wears two headscarves; it took me quite a while to get her voluminous purple-silver curls to come undone with a whoosh. Suddenly,

Zora's legs went weak, and she fell to the ground. I quickly caught her hand to prevent her from sitting on the trash scattered on the floor.

Holding Zora's hand, she suddenly became very obedient, following me to the bedside.

I tossed the pile of dried snakes, the old mouse in half, the dried uterus I mentioned before, and the unidentified purple fruit onto the floor along with the sheets, and placed Zora on the sheet stained with many yellow stains.

I undressed Zora, stripping her naked. Her

snow-white skin faintly glowed with rosy blood, a stark contrast to her half-dead state yesterday. Just seeing the faint light purple down on Zora's mons pubis made me want to fuck her hard for ten days or half a month.

Zora's alluring eyes slightly opened, her purplish-silver curls spread out on the bed, her hands slowly reaching from her lower abdomen to between her legs, seemingly trying to cover her blooming flower.

I quickly removed my clothes, removed her hands from the way, parted her snow-white thighs, and gazed at Zora's bright red petals.

Two bright red labia swelled, the engorged flesh radiating an alluring ruby-like fragrance in the center of Zora's flawless white lower body. I gently touched the petals with my fingers; the pink flesh of the head was already covered with a thin layer of moisture, glistening.

"Mmm..." Zora moaned softly, her legs twitching slightly, but of course I wouldn't let her close them.

My fingers slid into Zora's honeyed gate; her tender hole, deflowered only yesterday, was narrow and tight, gripping my fingers firmly.

"Ah...ah..." Zora's hips involuntarily twitched as my fingers entered her honeyed gate.

Her head was wet and hot, not like someone I had just dragged onto the bed. Had she gotten excited as soon as she entered the room? The fingers moving in and out of her head even made a pleasant sound.

"Ugh...mmm!" Zora bit her lower lip, her eyes tightly closed. Her adorable appearance was irresistible, almost making me ejaculate. Sure enough, this little girl only seemed cute when I was having sex with her.

Her fair breasts trembled slightly on her chest, her two little cherries erect and straight. I took one into my mouth, gently licking it with my tongue, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sucking along with my fingers swirling inside Zora's honeyed gate.

"Ha...ha...mmm! Mmm! Mmmm!" Zora gasped, her peach-like buttocks writhing. I pressed her body down, preventing her from escaping.

My fingers tightened, and Zora's vagina began to tremble, hot liquid slipping out.

"Ahhh!" Zora's eyes were tightly closed, squeezing out a few tears. Her lower body spasmed, a blush rising on her snow-white skin.

No way, I'd only just put it in a few times, and she'd already come? I withdrew my fingers, shifting my body, letting the head of my penis slide into her petals, pressing against the front of Zora's honeypot.

"Ah..." Zora opened her eyes, "Mmmm..." looking embarrassedly at the place where we were joined together.

My penis hadn't even entered yet, and Zora's love juice was already sliding down my penis, her entire vulva wet and shiny. The extent of her wetness was unbelievable.

I lifted her legs, and those slender calves slid up to my waist, gently encircling me.

"Hmm?" I was surprised and glanced at Zora.

"Don't look," Zora said, "Do whatever you want..." her voice trembling.

What a strange person, she was so unwilling to let me touch her before, but now she's actively wrapping herself around my waist.

But since she's not resisting, that's a good deal for me. Tonight, I'm going to make up for all the day's work.

I thrust my hips forward, and with a whoosh, my penis slid into that tight, hot, love-filled vulva.

"Eek..." Zora gasped, her chest expanding, her delicate breasts appearing smaller, the outline of her ribs clearly visible.

The head of my penis easily slid into Zora's honeypot, pressing against the tender flesh.

Zora's body trembled, and her hands wrapped around my neck. Luckily, this time she wasn't trying to strangle me.

I thrust in and out, quickly pumping Zora a few times, the pleasure of my glans hitting her tender flesh sending shivers down my spine.

"Ah! Ah!" Zora whimpered, her voice barely audible, "Slower...slower..."

A few beads of sweat dotted Zora's forehead. I paused, sensing I was about to ejaculate. I leaned forward, stroking her face and licking the sweat from her brow.

Gazing into her moist, bright red eyes, I began to lick her delicate lips. Zora's breathing became light and heavy, her lips slightly parted.

"Ah...ah..." Zora groaned twice, her teeth touching my tongue, seemingly wanting me to insert mine.

Heh heh, no way! If you want me to suck you, stick your tongue out yourself, I chuckled inwardly.

"You...you damn French dog..." Zora muttered softly.

Then, she actually stuck out her tongue, awkwardly sliding it across my lips.

I took it in my mouth and sucked, while simultaneously starting to thrust again.

"Mmm... mmm..." Zora's alluring, soft breath fell on my face, making me thrust harder and harder involuntarily. With a series of slaps, Zora's love juice was squeezed out of my penis.

"Eek... eek!" Zora withdrew her tongue, grabbed my shoulders with both hands, her body stiffened, and she groaned loudly.

Zora's honey hole tightly gripped me, spasming violently, sucking until my waist ached and my lower abdominal muscles twitched, and I began to ejaculate.

"Mmm!" Zora closed her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip hard, her expression of enduring without making a sound was incredibly cute.

The semen rushed through my urethra and shot into Zora's body with an exceptionally intense, throbbing pleasure. I braced myself on the bed, my lower body pressed against Zora's mons pubis, trembling. After a while, the resonant spasms of my penis and her vagina finally subsided.

Satisfied, I lay down beside Zora, resting for a moment before preparing for the second round.

Zora's breasts rose and fell with her breath. I touched those soft little mounds, feeling her heart pounding.

"You...you still dare to say that..." Zora trembled, "Isn't this a curse you cast?" "What?" After a few minutes of silence, she brought up the old topic again. "What curse?" I couldn't help but ask.

"This!" Zora said, her eyes closed. It seemed that the two consecutive orgasms had made her bones weak. "This!" she said.

"What?" I asked, puzzled. "You mean...what I did to you just now?"

"Can't you use a more elegant word?" “Zora said angrily, ‘That’s right!’ ‘What?!’ I laughed. This kid probably thinks an orgasm is a curse. ‘It’s a natural bodily phenomenon, not a curse.’ ‘

…I’m not talking about that.’ Zora frowned. ‘I learned that from my wet nurse. I don’t need you to teach me.’ ‘Then what are you talking about?’ I asked.

‘Just now…’ Zora whispered, sounding very reluctant, ‘Were you thinking about… about making me ‘do that’ all night?’ Uh… I didn’t know whether to admit it or deny it, so I acquiesced.

‘When you think about that, my strength disappears.’ Zora said. ‘It was the same on the cart today. After I let you kiss me, I couldn’t muster any strength. I could only let you do that to me limply.’ ‘Huh? What?’ I exclaimed. ‘You’re saying it’s because of me? Not because you were being horny?’

‘Who are you calling horny!’” Zora opened her eyes, and two beams of red light shone on my face, startling me.

"...I originally thought that since you're a mage, hiding in your residence would be the safest place, because your magic would mask my presence, and the mages under the Dog King wouldn't be able to find me," Zora glared at me before continuing, "but I didn't expect..." "This room is filled with your magic, so the curse's power is even stronger. In this room, you can dismantle my power just by thinking about it," Zora said resentfully.

"...Are you alright?" I couldn't help but ask. This room is filled with my magic? I've lived here for so long, how come

I haven't felt anything? "Fine, don't believe me then!" Zora said defiantly, "If it weren't for your magic, how could I, the dignified Viscount Zora of the Hell's Edge, let Dragora let you... again and again..." Hmm... I'll conduct an experiment to see if what Zora said is true or false.

I started to imagine a scene in my mind, first of all, a clean bed, not like mine, which was covered in strange stains.

Lying on the white sheets was a girl, Zora, of course. Her silver-purple hair was adorned with many jeweled hairpins, and she wore a sheer, transparent dress with a white silk belt around her waist. The tassels on the belt just barely concealed the deep, alluring area between Zora's thighs. Zora's unbound, seductive legs were pressed together, with delicate gold rings on her ankles. Her fair toes gently slid across the instep of her other foot, causing the gold rings to clink together, making a tinkling sound.

She smiled seductively, gently kneeling up and twisting her waist. The tassels on her belt swayed back and forth, occasionally revealing glimpses of pink flesh.

Her erect nipples created two distinct protrusions on the sheer fabric, and one could see love juice sliding down her inner thighs.

Suppressing her lust, Zora began to twist her waist back and forth, her face no longer displaying the lewd smile she used for business, but instead a dazed, intoxicated expression.

She grasped her breast with one hand, while sucking the knuckle of her other middle finger. From the shape of her buttocks, one could imagine she was welcoming an imaginary penis, letting it penetrate to its deepest point, while simultaneously squeezing tightly.

Finally, Zora collapsed, her face pressed against the sheets, her buttocks raised high.

She slowly parted the tassels of her belt and the hem of her sheer blouse, revealing her beautiful peach-shaped buttocks and the swollen, reddish flesh between them, like a fruit pit.

Zora used one finger to collect her love juice and evenly spread it on her perineum and anus. The brown orifice twitched slowly, as if breathing.

Then Zora inserted her right middle finger into her anus, and her left index and middle fingers into her vagina.

"Ah! Ah!" Zora groaned with pleasure, her hips swaying, her toes tightly clenched together. Love juices dripped from between her legs, forming small, round puddle spots on the white sheets.

Zora's breasts sagged with gravity, forming small, inverted bells. Her silver-purple curls were bitten between her teeth, and tears, driven by ecstatic pleasure, spilled from the corners of her eyes.

Then I slowly walked behind Zora, my penis raised, and rubbed the head

of my penis against her buttocks. Zora pulled out her left hand; the two fingers that had been moving in and out of her vagina now spread her opening, welcoming my entry.

And then I…

well, that's about it, thinking any further would make me ejaculate.

Turning my head, I saw Zora biting her lip, in the exact same position I had imagined, her cheeks flushed, one hand moving in and out of her vaginal opening, while the other hand was clenched into a fist, trembling against her anus.

"Wow! No way! She's telling the truth!

" Zora gasped, as if she were suffocating. "You wouldn't answer me when I called you!" "Well... I didn't expect you to be telling the truth..." I said. "I was just trying to imagine what would happen..."

"What were you thinking!" Zora cried, "My hands just wouldn't stop!" "Eek!" Zora's body suddenly stiffened, and she didn't move.

A large amount of love juice gushed out of her honey hole like a flood, soaking a large area of the sheets. I watched in stunned silence.

"Waaah...waaah..." Zora sobbed, "You damn perverted magician...why did you put such a curse on me..." She slowly lay down and nestled beside me.

"Wait, I didn't mean to curse you!" I quickly said. "When did this start?"

"It should... have started when I was absorbing your life force," Zora sobbed and gasped. "I was starving and almost fainted. If I hadn't absorbed some life force quickly, I would have died there." "Right!" I suddenly remembered a very important question that I had completely forgotten to ask. "Who exactly are you? How can you do these incredible things? And even behead people with your bare hands?" "

Didn't I tell you I'm a member of the Dragra family?" Zora said, her breathing gradually stabilizing. "My family has an 800-year-old bloodline, enfeoffed at the Prison Gorge, on the northeastern border of Romania."

"I've never heard of that. I don't even know where Romania is. What does your family do?" I asked.

"You're not only a pervert, but also an ignorant magician," Zora seemed very displeased. "You don't even know the prestige of my Dragra family?" “Listen up,” Zora said proudly, even though she was completely naked, her legs were sticky with love juice, and she had soaked a quarter of the bed like she had wet it. “My Dragra family is the only ‘Primal Night Spirit’ family in Europe, worshipping the great goddess of the night, Mysticia.” “Primal Night Spirit? What’s that?” I had never heard of that term before.

“…” Zora frowned. “There’s another name, which those rude guys often use to refer to our family, but it’s awful, and I hate that name.” “What is it?” I asked immediately.

“…Vampires.” Zora said in a low voice, displeased.

“Oh…vampires…what!” I exclaimed in surprise, jumping off the bed.

“What are you afraid of!” Zora seemed to have anticipated my reaction. She sat up and spat, "Did you think I'd suck all your blood out of you?!" "No, um... a vampire, you know?" I couldn't help but glance at Zora again.

Thinking about it carefully, it was true. I remembered her licking the wound on my left hand, and I'd seen her licking blood from her own hand today. But vampires... don't they only drink blood from the jugular vein? And Zora didn't seem like she could turn into a bat, smoke, or a wolf, and I was sure she couldn't fly.

"...Are you really a vampire?" I asked.

"Don't use that word!" Zora said unhappily, "Night Spirit! It's Night Spirit! We are the beloved of the goddess of the night! (beloved by mephisdeia)" "Then you won't drink my blood?" I asked again.

"I already did," Zora said, "yesterday. Didn't you feel it?" "She really is a vampire! My God, my goodness! No wonder her eyes glow red and she can chop off heads with her bare hands—it's all because she's a vampire!

" "Calm down!" Zora seemed to notice the change in my expression and shouted, "I'm the one who wants to cry! I've been cursed by you, this perverted sorcerer, for no reason, and you don't even know how you cast the curse!"

My shock subsided, and my mind raced. If what she said was true—I'm a sorcerer, she's a vampire, and she's under my curse—I could do whatever I wanted to her.

It sounded pretty good… especially the last sentence, hmm…

"Why are you laughing so disgustingly?" Zora frowned.

Actually, things weren't as serious as I thought. From today's experience, I knew Zora could easily control other people's minds. If a court official really came knocking, I could have Zora give him a few words and tell him to go eat shit by the river.

In other words, I'm actually not afraid of anything, hahaha!!

Okay, to be honest, the above is all fake. Actually, it's because I can't bear to part with her hot and tight little pussy. After knowing that I can do whatever I want with her, how could I possibly want to kick her out?

"Hey!" Zora said coldly, "Bokang pig," she had actually memorized the filthy curses the neighbor had hurled at me, "Let me remind you of something, part of what you're thinking will be transmitted to me through the magic of this room." "Huh? Is that so?" I exclaimed in surprise, shouldn't it usually be the other way around? Evil magicians, because they can read minds, can freely rape beautiful girls...

"Were you thinking about something really filthy just now?" Zora sneered, her thin red lips curving into a crescent moon, hanging on her fair chin.

"Haha..." I laughed, I hadn't even started thinking about anything truly lewd yet.

"Hmph, you dare talk to me like that?" I laughed, "Aren't you afraid I'll make you go out and do a striptease?"

"You dare?" Zora said angrily, "Try it if you dare!" "Immediately, an image of Zora dancing a striptease in the street flashed through my mind. Which piece should I start with?

Wait, something's not right. This feels so different from the feeling of Zora masturbating my head earlier!

Looking closer, I saw Zora looking at me with disdain.

'What's wrong? Can't do it?' Zora laughed. 'What shameless thing are you thinking about?' 'Uh…' Why is this happening? I was completely confused.

'If I had to do whatever you wanted,' Zora said, 'then I would have started listening to you a long time ago. How come you can't even think of that, you idiot?' That's so true. If she really obeyed me completely, I wouldn't have been choked by her three or four times.

But she called me an idiot, which is completely wrong. I have to find a way to get revenge on her.

'Hmm… um…' I started to worry. How can I get this little brat to listen to me?"

The scene of Zora masturbating in bed had a sequel. This time, I was straddling her high, upturned buttocks, my penis thrusting and pounding, the tip of my penis sizzling as it entered her two fleshy buttocks. The white tassels on Zora's waist were stained with her love juice, sticking to her pinkish-red buttocks. She was dazed, her mouth open, moaning and panting, her face contorted in a frenzy, saliva dripping onto the sheets.

"Ugh..." The real Zora lay beside me, her brows furrowed, biting the dirty sheets, her hands stirring the tip of her vagina. "You bastard... you're teasing me like this again..." she cursed with a seductive, soft moan.

"Hehe..." I chuckled, "If you want me to make you feel good, you'd better apologize to me." "

No way!" Zora retorted stubbornly.

"Then you can keep doing this! Haha!" I laughed happily.

"Damn it... I'm going to kill you..." Zora's face was flushed and burning, looking like a little mare in heat, making me weak all over from her scolding.

I let her play like that for about five minutes, until her petals were even covered in thick, white foam.

Then, I discovered that this method had an irredeemable flaw.

Watching Zora masturbate like that, I realized I couldn't possibly endure five minutes; my penis was about to burst. The method I originally intended to use to torture Zora had now become a way to torture both of us at the same time—I was just asking for trouble.

I gripped my throbbing, hard penis, pulled apart Zora's fingers that were stuck in her vagina, and inserted it. The vagina was as hot as a furnace, and several streams of love juice slid down my penis onto my legs. Although it was as wet as a Rhine flood, Zora's vaginal walls immediately and tightly wrapped around me.

"Hmph...Hmph..." Zora looked dazed; she seemed close to climaxing too. Without a second thought, she picked me up. "Idiot, didn't you say you'd force me to apologize?" she stammered.

"Stop nagging..." I slowly lifted my hips, gently thrusting deeper into Zora's body. "It was just an unexpected mistake...Mmm!"

Because I had endured those five minutes, I ejaculated the moment the head of my penis touched the tender flesh of Zora's honeypot.

"Ahhh!" Zora closed her eyes tightly, her brows furrowed, and two tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. "Eek!" A powerful orgasm simultaneously assaulted both Zora and me. The timing was perfect; her vagina twitched and trembled, holding my penis tightly, even giving me the illusion of sinking deeper into the throes of ejaculation.

I pressed my lips to Zora's, and she willingly sucked my tongue in, entwining it for a while before releasing it.

"You...you hate this French stuff, don't you?" I asked.

"So noisy..." Zora, without even a moment's embarrassment, gasped, "I can't take it anymore! What were you thinking just now?"

"Hmm..." My mind was completely consumed by the burning sensation of Zora's smooth skin and the lingering pleasure at the tip of my penis; I had no time to recall that damn striptease.

"Never mind, I'm not in the mood for that anyway," Zora said anxiously, "Hurry up...do what you like best!" "What?" Actually, I was already slapping Zora; my penis was still hard after ejaculating, refusing to soften—I didn't even know why I was so vigorous.

"You...you beg me!" I managed to remember my purpose in making Zora submit and laughed.

"You stinky dog! You stinky pig! I hate you!" Zora cursed a few times, "Please!" "Hurry...hurry up like yesterday..." she pleaded in a trembling voice.

Even if she hadn't begged me, I wouldn't have been able to resist having sex with her, but since she was so humble, I naturally had to serve her wholeheartedly—that was the gentlemanly conduct I believed in.

I thrust my hips forward, my penis throbbing, parting Zora's tender opening and penetrating her completely.

"Ahhh!" Zora looked like she was about to die, her eyes vacant, her whole body slumped, her hands hanging limply on my shoulders.

Even so, I continued thrusting, again and again, forcefully pounding into Zora's tender flesh, the sheets beneath me already soaked to the point of overflowing.

"...Ahhh...ahhh..." Zora's head tilted back, beads of sweat rolling down her neck, a trickle of saliva from the corner of her mouth, her waist spasming again.

I lifted her head. Zora's expression was truly unforgettable; it was the perfect description of ecstasy. Her red, tear-filled eyes looked at me, as if saying she was so comfortable she didn't know what to do next.

Red smoke rose from her forehead, looking somewhat eerie, but I had already lost control of my body since earlier, and I didn't care what unexpected things were happening to Zora's body. I was just pounding my penis into Zora's engorged, everted vagina.

Zora suddenly rested her head on my shoulder, and then a tingling sensation ran down my neck, as if she was licking me.

An electric shock-like sensation shot through my lower back; it seemed I was about to ejaculate again.

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