Alibuda Chronicles Volume 1: Chapter 3 The Hanged Man

I. Parting in Life

Beyond the mountains to the far north of our country lies the territory of the elven kingdom of Solancia. We have little affinity with those pointy-eared monsters, especially since three hundred years ago, on the night they declared their kingdom, they suddenly attacked and seized our painstakingly built fortress, Martinres!

That fortress was built at great expense to guard the gap in the northern mountains; who could have imagined it would become a barrier for those pointy-eared monsters? From their high vantage point, they left our northern gates wide open, causing us considerable losses in every war with Solancia. It wasn't until several years ago, when our king married our eldest princess, Leng Yueying, to the president of the Golden Flower Federation to the north of Solancia, forging an alliance, that the two nations joined forces, finally stopping the pointy-eared monsters' invasions.

Even so, for three hundred years, our military has been plotting to reclaim Martinres, launching countless operations, large and small, but none have been officially recorded as successful, only providing those pointy-eared monsters with fodder for ridicule. My eccentric father, who once participated in over a dozen campaigns to conquer Martinres, eventually resigned after gaining enough power to lead a war, to guard the western border, lest this hot potato tarnish his reputation as an invincible general.

And now, the task of conquering Martinres has fallen to me. The city's garrison, while not exactly 300,000, is certainly at least 200,000. The city walls are formidable and sturdy; after falling into the hands of those pointy-eared monsters, they've hired a group of dwarven craftsmen to extensively fortify them. Even a million-strong army wouldn't be able to take it quickly. My mere 5,000 cavalrymen going to attack the city would only serve to make me a laughingstock; I can't think of any other purpose besides dying for them.

"Great hero Ahurama, how could such a small matter stump you? Do a good job!"

Easy for him to say, but he'll just leave you at headquarters to die. No wonder my eccentric father always says: "Humanity's enemy is humanity itself."

Bad news keeps piling up. Of the five thousand cavalrymen under my command, only one thousand can currently be deployed from the capital. The remaining four thousand will be absorbed from local garrisons along the way. The military has allocated me five chests of gold for purchasing equipment. These so-called local garrisons are not official units; they are simply self-organized militias of local villagers. They can catch petty thieves, but in war? I'm afraid half of them will have deserted before the fighting even begins.

It seems the problem is truly dire; the military has no intention of letting me return alive. I really don't understand. Is the rumored layoff plan from a while ago real? Or has my eccentric father really offended too many people?

Sighing, I prepare to depart. Victory is out of the question! I'll just give a perfunctory response, ready to slip away at any moment to save my life. Anyway, having fought is enough. At most, I'll retire immediately upon my return. I'll ask Xiao Xingmei to intercede for me; there shouldn't be too much trouble afterward.

In the afternoon, during my intimate moments with Xingmei, I, as usual, activated the pink protective barrier and absorbed her youthful yin essence during intercourse. I brought the little girl to orgasm twice. Seeing her soft moans and exhausted, sweat-drenched appearance, I suddenly felt a pang of pity and wanted to pull out. But the little girl proactively wrapped her legs around my waist, twisted her hips, and swallowed my penis back in, weakly asking me to absorb a little more, wishing me a safe journey.

Damn it, it turned out that the little girl knew all along that I was absorbing yin to replenish yang, but she never said anything, especially letting herself go and allowing me to absorb her essence. I was touched as I was, but the thought of being treated like a fool still made me feel humiliated.

"Be careful on the journey. I can't go with you. Take care of yourself!"

When I led the team to depart, the little girl, dressed in military uniform, secretly came to the city gate to see me off, her eyes red from crying. After comforting me for a few moments, she even gave me her hidden sword.

The two parted with deep affection at the city gate.

II. Mid-Summer

These past few days, the one thing I've been focusing on is studying the Blood Nightmare's secret manuals. Besides understanding many of the true essences of black magic, I've also learned how to control the Myriad Soul Banner. I must say, in the practice of black magic, that guy is truly a remarkable necromancer.

Controlling the undead requires considerable effort to maintain and prevent backlash from the spirits. A novice necromancer has to put a lot of effort into controlling just one, while an excellent necromancer can boast of their power by controlling hundreds at once; as for using thousands, that's an extremely rare feat. This Myriad Soul Banner, however, is a secret technique that the Blood Nightmare uses from multiple sects, including several I've never heard of before. It utilizes layers of small barriers to reduce the backlash to an incredibly low level. Just this achievement alone is enough to make the Blood Nightmare Archmage immortal.

Such a great mage, yet he died so absurdly. If it's not due to retribution, then we can only say: he was truly unlucky!

After repeated research, I finally confirmed that even a third-rate sorcerer like myself, who has accomplished nothing, can control the Myriad Soul Banner. However, I still can't figure out how to use it. Summoning ten thousand ghostly spirits to appear, with howling winds and a scene of utter desolation—would that be entertaining? Besides, if anyone saw me using this malevolent and poisonous artifact, even if the Holy See didn't expel me, my perverted father would definitely kill me.

I also experimented with the Blood Nightmare Manual on Little Star Rose.

Speaking of this girl, it's truly a pity. After so many days of training, the little princess has not only completely opened herself up in bed but has also become addicted to the perverse pleasure of anal sex. Her tender anus, soft and tight, with top-notch sensitivity, is truly a rare gem. Parting with her so hastily now is truly difficult.

Lamenting is useless; the tedious march must continue. A few days later, I realized something was amiss. While it was expected that no able-bodied men in the area would volunteer when I announced the recruitment of troops for the war, the unanimous refusal was also suspicious, making me suspect I'd fallen into someone

's trap. If this was all a scheme, then weren't the five large chests of gold I was carrying bait, a trap designed to lure me into death? Unfortunately, this thought proved correct. The news that I was carrying five chests of gold with only a ragtag group of thieves attracted the attention of all the bandits in the country.

The ordinary ones were manageable, but some top-tier bandit groups, who also operated as mercenaries, were as powerful as regular armies, far beyond the capabilities of my bunch of good-for-nothings. I ordered everyone to be on high alert and changed our route to a more secluded mountain path, but my unease remained.

Time passed quickly, and my troops were now marching through the Norris Valley. Once out of this narrow valley, it would only be three days' journey to the Martinres Fortress. In other words, in three days, I could turn back home. Although it wasn't exactly honorable, I only had one life, and I wanted to enjoy the pleasures of the world; why waste it in a godforsaken place like the Martinres Fortress?

Just as I was on horseback, racking my brains for a safe and swift escape, a whistling arrow swept across the sky. With a sharp whistle, thousands of human-headed, horse-bodied monsters surged out from both sides of the valley, each wielding weapons like hammers and bows. Upon closer inspection, these weapons weren't held in the hands, but rather attached directly to the arms.

It's common knowledge that thieves exist on national borders. My country and Solancia have always considered them a natural barrier against each other, so we haven't prohibited them, allowing them to roam the mountains and forests.

Centaurs are a type of orc living on the borders of the land. They possess average intelligence but are incredibly strong and powerful, making them a formidable unit. However, this race is usually rare, and I truly don't understand why such a large number of them have suddenly appeared. Furthermore, their appearance is quite different from any centaurs I've ever heard of.

But these centaur monsters don't outnumber our forces, and their equipment is far inferior. So what are they planning? Never mind, if I annihilate them all and claim their heads as a reward, even if I can't capture Martinres Fortress, at least I won't consider myself to have accomplished nothing!

As I thought this, my men quickly spread out into battle formation, preparing to deal with the enemy's first wave of attacks. However, the centaurs simply stood on the two sides of the mountain, not launching an attack, as if waiting for something. Just then, "Whoosh whoosh!" A figure flapped its wings and landed from the sky, standing on a large rock on the left. All the centaurs immediately looked up at this person.

It was a woman, and a very charming and mature one at that.

Short purple hair, purple eyes, scarlet lips, and a pair of black bat-like wings extending from her back, clearly indicating her vampire lineage. Her skin was snow-white, most of it exposed to the sunlight, and her alluring body curves were exaggerated and full of seductive power. A shiny black leather bra could barely contain her overly full breasts, and the black thong she wore between her legs was so tight that her mons pubis bulged out of the fabric. These features, combined with the black leather high-cut boots on her long calves, gave her an evil and seductive power, exuding the aura of a queen.

"My God!!!" My men and I cried out in unison.

I was, of course, awestruck by the woman's alluring charm that made one's penis throb. What were my men shouting about? Did they also appreciate such a woman? I turned to look at my men; most of them were seasoned veterans, experienced and perhaps knew something. But I saw fear in their eyes.

"Blood Lotus! It's the Blood Lotus, the Queen of Sperm Suckers!" they exclaimed.

The Queen of Sperm Suckers! What did that mean? I was about to ask when I saw the woman standing on the rock spread her left wing and wave it. Just as I was wondering what this meant, the ground beneath our troops suddenly collapsed, and almost half of the soldiers fell into the pre-dug trap.

If the cavalry fell into the pit, the consequences would be even worse than for the infantry. I was busy getting off my horse when I suddenly heard a chanting.

"The six-pointed star and five-radiant light, the extreme of heaven and earth, my blood among ten thousand demons, the ultimate demon, the union of blood pact, unfurl the barrier of darkness, obscuring the brilliance of heaven and earth. Dark castration!"

Suddenly, everything went black, and a vast amount of black mist rapidly spread around us. Wherever it reached, those who hadn't yet fallen into the pit, or had just climbed out, fell from their horses and fainted. I, already in the pit, was naturally not spared.

"It's Soul-Stealing Mist! We've been ambushed."

That was my last thought before I fainted. I could still faintly hear the unpleasant hissing cheers of the centaurs and a woman's silvery, seductive laughter.

When I awoke again, I felt extreme discomfort. Opening my eyes, I found everything upside down; I realized I was hanging upside down from the roof beam. Fortunately, my subordinates were also hanging upside down like me, and we talked like this, suspended in mid-air.

"Where is this place?"

"It's...it's...the Sperm-Sucking Queen..."

"Who is the Sperm-Sucking Queen?"

"I don't know...I'm going to die...I don't want to die...Mom..." This coward started crying after only a few words, calling out his mother's name. I really don't know how your mother raised you. Fine, let's talk to someone else.

I talked to someone else, but the result was the same. I then realized that everyone hanging in this room was terrified of this Sperm-Sucking Queen.

"Damn it, she's just a woman, what's there to be afraid of!"

Before I could finish speaking, the door was pushed open with a "bang," and two centaurs walked in, threw something they were carrying on the ground, and then grabbed one of the brothers hanging in front of me. I saw from the window that they dragged the crying soldier into a large house not far away. I looked down again to see what the two centaurs had just thrown in, and what I saw made my whole body shudder.

God! It was a charred, yellowish-brown mummy, just skin and bones. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a cavalryman I'd brought from the capital. How could he have died so gruesomely in such a short time?

The Queen of Sperm Suckers? Sperm Suckers? I suddenly understood the meaning of the name.

A queen who could drain a man's essence, turning him into a dried-up corpse—truly a figure that terrified all men. In that instant, I remembered a rumor I'd heard from a senior soldier: one of the most formidable thieves in the country was a vampire, nicknamed "Blood Lotus," a female thief known as Evil Lotus. She was elusive and led a powerful and valiant army, a nightmare for local forces. But what was most terrifying was her habit of torturing and killing men; those she abducted were always found as dried-up corpses.

Fortunately, I carried the Ten Thousand Souls Banner with me. I'll let this succubus queen taste the power of my lewd treasure. I'll make her my sex slave for life... Hehe... Hehehe...

I sneered as I raised my head to look at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which I treasured in my chest pouch. The sight was devastating; my body felt as if it had been plunged into ice water. All my clothes, along with that precious banner, had been removed while I was unconscious. I was hanging upside down, completely naked. This was it; I was doomed. I'd definitely become a hideous dried-up corpse. I didn't want to die!

"...Mom... I don't want to die... Mom..." I cried out in a voice louder than anyone else's!

III. Blood Lotus

Unfortunately, my fate was no longer in my own hands. On the afternoon of the third day, several centaurs, ignoring my screams, dragged me into the vampire queen's secret chamber—the place where I saw a brother go in alive every day, only to be thrown out as a dried-up corpse like trash at dawn.

The succubus queen was already waiting in the room. She was still wearing that black leather three-piece outfit. Looking at her up close, I realized she wasn't young anymore; if not a mother, she was at least an auntie. But time hadn't diminished her beauty; instead, it had added a charm only mature women could possess. I also noticed her left hand was slender and graceful, while her right hand was inexplicably wearing a black glove.

She ordered the centaur to place me on an iron bed, binding my hands and feet tightly, making me look ridiculously spread-eagled. After the centaur left, Xie Lian walked up to me with a coquettish laugh.

"I heard you're the leader of this cavalry unit?"

"Yes… ah… I'm not…" I started to answer yes, but fearing she might torture me in some special way, I quickly denied it.

Seeing my panicked state, Xie Lian couldn't help but giggle, her enormous breasts encased in leather bra cups jiggling up and down, making one imagine the alluring sight of them unhooked.

Damn, so sexy! This ripe, alluring woman was incredibly seductive, making me itch with desire. Staring at her enormous breasts, I involuntarily swallowed hard several times. She sensed my intention, her eyes instantly burning with desire.

"Want it? You stinky man, you can't hold back when you see my tits, can you? Heh heh!"

She played with my jaw with her slender fingers, while her gloved right hand reached around her hips, pulling down her thong. Then, suddenly, she leaped up, straddling my face, her plump thighs pressing firmly against it.

"I'll give you... what you want."

Her hairy garden pressed tightly against my face, rubbing against it. I could clearly feel the suppleness of her thick, fleshy lips. A fragrance emanating from her genitals assaulted my nostrils, a rare, fermented cheese-like scent—a fragrance possessed only by the most sensual women. I couldn't help but inhale deeply, savoring the aroma.

"Oh my, oh my, it seems you really like my scent." Xie Lian laughed happily.

"Then smell it all you want."

She spread her legs wider, her beautiful legs forming a triangle, the apex of which was right in front of my face.

My nose, tilted upwards, was pressed down by thick pubic hair, and my ears were pinched between the warm skin of

her thighs. "Oh..." That moist patch pressed against my nose, the strong, fishy smell reaching my brain. Thick, curly, pale purple pubic hair swept over my eyes, and with a tug of her thigh, my eyes were covered by the long hair.

"Lick it!" She loosened her thighs slightly, letting me breathe some fresh air as I was almost suffocating, and said.

Circumstances forced me to obediently stick out my tongue and lick. She then twisted her waist, letting the most sensitive part of her genitals touch my tongue, her labia rubbing against my nose, burying my nose completely in her cleft. The sight of this action was incredibly lewd. Seeing this slut's wantonness, I suddenly thought of a way to save myself. Only by giving her unforgettable sexual pleasure from me could I perhaps escape this predicament.

With that thought, I immediately focused my attention, using my tongue to serve her fully blooming nectar.

Actually, compared to other skills, my tongue technique was rather unremarkable. After all, I had only ever frequented brothels, where the one who paid was the boss. Was I supposed to lick a prostitute's lips? Fortunately, that book of erotic magic had a chapter specifically on how to perform oral sex. Following the instructions, my tongue licked and sucked, skillfully sweeping across her lips, teasing her clitoris, and occasionally curling into a pillar, gently probing into her warm, wet vulva. With her

varied techniques, she squinted her eyes, seemingly enjoying herself immensely. Drops of nectar seeped from her vulva, quickly turning into a torrent, leaving my face slick with moisture. This vixen was indeed a natural beauty. The musky scent emanating from her was so alluring that it ignited my lust, making my penis hard and eager to find a hole to fuck me.

"Little darling, your tongue is quite something... Hmm! I really can't bear to!"

she murmured, her voice soft and seductive, yet her beautiful face was suddenly tinged with a chilling murderous aura, making her look somewhat ferocious and sending shivers down my spine. Did this vixen call every man she killed before calling them "little darling"? Could it be that I, the dignified Baron John Farrell, the heroic knight, the son of a general, the future prince consort... would die at the hands of this vixen?

My fearful suspicions instantly became reality. This vixen! She actually took a sharp little knife and slashed at my chest, leaving bloody cuts. At first, they were shallow, but her grip grew heavier and heavier, and a few cuts even pierced through the flesh, revealing the bone. Watching my blood gushing out like a fountain, I screamed in agony, nearly fainting from fright. The sorceress, however, seemed addicted to cutting, her knife moving faster and faster. Suddenly, she threw her head back and hissed wildly, then bent down and began to greedily suck my blood from the wound.

Good heavens! Encountering such a sorceress was a terrible thing, but the only thing worse than encountering a sorceress was that this sorceress was a vampire!

Vampires were a terrifying race throughout the entire continent of Alibuda, naturally because their practice of sustaining life by drinking blood was horrifying. If it weren't for their tribal rules stipulating that while vampires could drink blood, they were forbidden from killing, and that they possessed certain special skills, the vampire race would probably have long been the enemy of the entire continent.

However, according to those who knew, this sorceress had clearly not followed the tribal rules.

After drinking blood, Xie Lian's emotions were uncontrollably heightened. Her eyes shone with irrational rage, and her once stunning beauty was twisted by madness. Her blood-red lips parted, revealing two gleaming white fangs, thirsting for blood and lust!

"Little darling, don't be afraid of the pain. The deeper the cut, the more blood you bleed, the faster you'll grow... Hehe! Mommy's heart leaps with joy at the sight of your blood!" She laughed wildly, humming an excited tune as she used the tip of a knife to carve patterns on my abdomen, like cooking. Soon, the wounds on my abdomen vaguely resembled a flower, though they were obscured by blood.

"So much blood, baby, does it hurt? It's okay, let Mommy help you heal..." Suddenly, she raised her right hand, slashing her left wrist with her claw, blood splattering out. Then she rubbed her left wrist against the wounds on my chest and abdomen, mixing our blood together.

What a madwoman! This witch is definitely a madwoman!

Just from the crazed light in her eyes, I can tell she's absolutely insane. And yet, I'm now in her hands, becoming her umpteenth victim. But strangely enough, as Xie Lian's blood flowed into my body, I, who was initially dizzy from bleeding, suddenly felt a burning lust, as if I'd taken the strongest aphrodisiac. My penis stood erect, thick and hard.

"Are you surprised? Let me tell you, no man can resist my charm, not even you,"

Xie Lian laughed maniacally, removing the black cloth that had been binding her right arm. Unlike her slender left hand, it was a beast-like claw, covered in black scales, with bulging veins, sharp enough to tear apart even the finest steel. Then, Xie Lian made a terrifying move. She tore a small piece of iron from the iron platform, picked up a shard of clothing from the ground, crumpled it with her devilish right hand, and when she unfolded it, a metallic sheen was visible within the clothing. The two different materials had fused together.

“This time it’s just cloth. If I embed iron into your wound, guess what the consequences will be?”

Hearing this, my initial doubts instantly turned into utter terror. The Blood Nightmare Chronicles mentioned a certain school of black magic, considered the pinnacle of bio-magic, suspected to have originated directly from the demon realm. They could use secret techniques to make incredible modifications and combinations to living beings, such as fusing metal into the human body to increase its hardness, attaching animal limbs to human bodies, and creating all sorts of monsters that only existed in legends. The group of centaur archers I saw earlier now seemed to be the masterpiece of this secret technique.

“No man I, Blood Lotus, want to rape has ever escaped. You’re just asking for trouble with such clumsy tricks!”

A satisfied smile appeared on her face as she grabbed my penis with her left hand and rubbed it up and down a few times. Instantly, the umbrella-shaped purplish-red glans was fully exposed, and even the oval coronal sulcus was clearly visible. Then she took a candle from under the iron platform, lit it, and moved it to my pubic hair, waving it around. Instantly, a drop of fiery red wax fell.

"Ah..." My genitals were burned, and my whole body convulsed violently.

"Hehe... Feels good, doesn't it?"

she asked with a lewd laugh. Then she deliberately skipped over my erect penis and came to my scrotum, where two drooping testicles lay quietly, their skin wrinkled. Her gaze lingered on them, then she tilted the candle slightly.

"Ugh... Ah..."

As one of my sensitive areas, my scrotum, was ravaged by the candle, I couldn't help but let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Hehe... Useless!" the evil woman said, letting drops of fiery red wax fall onto my scrotum.

"Ugh... It hurts... Ah..."

I wailed miserably. This vixen was indeed a master at manipulating the body. Despite my unwillingness, the stimulation caused my testicles to contract violently upwards from time to time, and more fluid seeped from the urethral opening at the tip of my glans.

"What? Looking forward to it?"

She looked at me with lewd eyes, her snow-white hand ruthlessly twisting the candle, causing it to drip fiery red wax.

"Ah..." I let out a scream that echoed like a pig being slaughtered.

Compared to the pubic area and scrotum, the tip of the glans penis is covered with nerve endings, making it arguably the most sensitive! The intense stinging pain emanating from the glans forced every cell in my body to tense up. In this state, I was plunged into near-suffocating agony.

"Hehe...isn't it great?"

The candle dripped hot wax, splattering all over my body. Before long, my body was completely covered in red wax. Due to the intense pain, my face was severely contorted, my eyes rolled back, and even my fingertips trembled.

"Hehe...you're really useless, can't even handle this?"

She showed me no pity, continuing to humiliate me mercilessly. She occasionally let out a maniacal laugh, but I didn't even have the strength to curse her as a madwoman. My whole body was weak and sore, except for my penis, which remained thick and erect.

"How is it? Very comfortable, isn't it..." she asked with a smug smile, reaching out to unhook the bra she always wore. Her magnificent breasts popped out, and my gaze immediately fell on the tips of those round orbs.

Due to arousal, her areolas had swelled, a fiery red, standing out prominently at the top of her snow-white breasts. She gently stroked her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, and murmured dreamily, "Some say these are two blood lotuses, don't you think so?" Before I could answer, her eyes suddenly flashed with cold light: "Let you die knowing your true name, I'll tell you my name: Evil Lotus!" With that, she moved her body, taking my already engorged penis inside her.

"You motherfucking madwoman..."

My whole body ached, yet waves of pleasurable sensations surged through my penis; only this one sentence echoed repeatedly in my mind.

IV. A Turning Point?

This vampire's vagina was indeed extraordinary. When she first sat down, my penis felt like it was being inserted into a loose sack; I could barely feel the vaginal walls. But as Evil Lotus exhaled, the vaginal muscles inside seemed to come alive, tightly enveloping my penis, even more tightly than a virgin's. Her vaginal muscles convulsed, her penis squeezed tightly inside. I had never encountered a woman who could control the tender flesh inside her vagina so well. If she wanted to, she could have easily used her vulva to snap my penis in two. But she didn't. The warm walls of her vagina, like the tentacles of a lewd beast, writhed eerily, squeezing out every last drop of fluid from my penis.

Later, I learned that this vixen, before she could capture any new captives, had sex with those centaur-like monsters, using their large penises to satisfy herself, thus developing this secret technique of freely contracting and relaxing her vaginal muscles.

With attacks from both ends, I couldn't withstand the stimulation any longer. In no time, I screamed and ejaculated all my semen into her cunt, which was quickly sucked clean. The feeling was better than being a god. If I weren't in such a painful environment, but in a brothel, I would definitely book this bitch every day, ignoring all other beauties.

After enduring repeated torment and being nearly exhausted, I ejaculated, leaving me weak and utterly drained. My penis could no longer get erect. I thought the nightmare was over, but then this vixen sat on my face, forcing me to drink a mixture of our fluids flowing from her cunt. For some reason, I immediately became aroused, my penis hardened again, and she slammed her back down on me.

This happened four times. I was already seeing stars and my legs were weak from ejaculating, but the vixen showed no sign of stopping, continuing to thrust on top of me. If this continued, the only outcome for an ordinary person would be like those dried corpses I had seen carried out of this room before—all the lifeblood and essence drained from their bodies, leaving them a grotesque, withered appearance. In a moment of

inspiration, I suddenly remembered the chapters related to barriers in the book of erotic magic. Although it required a woman's body to cast the spell, our bodies were now pressed together, providing the perfect opportunity to secretly perform magic.

"O lustful spirits soaring in the sky, convey my wishes through the air, open the barrier of evil, accelerate the flow of desire. Badas, Vidafie." I finished the incantation in an almost dreamlike tone. Fortunately, this witch probably drank too much human essence and her mind wasn't quite right. She kept the whole room dark and the lights pink, so when the pink barrier quietly formed in the air, she didn't notice at all. I

, who was already exhausted, suddenly became incomparably brave. My energetic penis, with an unprecedentedly vigorous posture, rampaged through the wicked lotus's lustful orifice, unstoppable. The witch was greatly surprised, obviously she had never encountered such an example before. I wasn't long-lasting or indestructible, but after ejaculating, I immediately acted as if nothing had happened and indulged in wild revelry with her again. Incredibly, thanks to the lustful barrier, no matter how much Xie Lian tried to stimulate me, I managed to hold on until dawn, breaking this demoness's record and becoming the only one among her many bed partners who hadn't been drained dry by her by daybreak.

At dawn, seeing that she still couldn't drain me dry, Xie Lian clicked her tongue in amazement, abandoned our prolonged intercourse, and left the house to do her own thing, returning only to continue as night fell.

This went on for four days; I almost always fainted at dawn, and at night, I was tortured and raped by this demoness, each time surviving only thanks to the lustful barrier. Naturally, the demoness didn't offer me any nourishment; my diet consisted only of thin rice porridge. She replaced me with one after another, and once they were all dead, she'd replace me with another batch. What did she have to fear?

The principle behind the lustful barrier is somewhat similar to overdrawing future physical strength. Even knowing it's like drinking poison to quench thirst, I couldn't care less for the moment. However, later I secretly absorbed the witch's true energy to prevent my body from collapsing too much.

In a way, I should thank God for these four days of hellish trials. Without them, I, a pampered young master, certainly wouldn't have survived the four months of imprisonment in Solancia.

During these four days, Xie Lian herself changed. On one hand, she was surprised that I could last so long; on the other hand, the lustful barrier also significantly increased her sensitivity, so during intercourse, it was no longer entirely her control. More and more often, I could clearly feel her experiencing long-lost pleasure with my thrusts.

Perhaps because of this, her attitude towards me seemed gentler these past few nights. She still cruelly tormented me, and she still sucked my blood every time, but the wounds were smaller and less painful—a rare occurrence for that witch in recent years.

At times, she would smile at me or make other affectionate gestures. On the fourth night, she even performed oral sex on me, something she had never done before. However, knowing she was a vampire, I was quite uneasy while she was playing, fearing that she might suddenly bite off my only life-saving weapon with her long fangs. In fact, she did bite me once, but only lightly, and then, amidst my screams, she let out a melodious, bell-like laugh. It seemed she had seen through my worries and was just joking with me.

This change made me slightly more at ease, and I decided to strike while the iron was hot, using my orgasmic sexual skills to conquer this beautiful but venomous woman and get her to release me from this hellish place.

But since I was tied to this iron bed, I had never been untied. It seemed she only saw me as a rare pet, and I would either be abandoned and killed or die of old age on this iron bed. However, this seemingly endless hell changed on the fourth night.

V. Picking Lotus

That night, Xie Lian and I spent another blissful night together. Unlike the previous days, Xie Lian was unusually excited, resulting in my body being covered in wounds. After a long and bloody lovemaking session, Xie Lian, unusually, didn't leave immediately. Instead, she lay on top of me, stroking my body with her slender left hand. Her long, strong fingers crawled and scratched my skin, making me feel extremely comfortable. It seemed that this vixen had finally been conquered by me. I was just thinking about how to say a few kind words to see if I could get her to release me when I looked down and found that Xie Lian's cold, beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with murderous intent. My heart suddenly tightened.

No! This madwoman wouldn't listen to me so easily… This is bad! The madwoman has decided to kill me!

I immediately understood that this wicked woman, filled with resentment, would never show weakness. These past few days of intercourse had left her exhausted, causing her tense body and mind to relax. She sensed this danger and decided to kill me; that must be it.

"You little brat are quite special. Killing you is a bit of a waste… But you can only blame your bad luck!" The evil lotus opened her cherry lips, her two sharp canines gleaming white, slowly approaching my throat, preparing to bite through it and suck my blood dry. In that critical moment, an idea suddenly occurred to me. Although I didn't know if it would work, at this point, I had no choice but to try.

"Wait!" I stopped her. She paused, looking at me with a cold smile. "What, you still want to beg for mercy? Don't even think about it. I'm not going to let you go."

"Sigh!" I deliberately let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with melancholy. When she looked suspicious, I continued, "I know I can't escape death today. I'd be willing to die at the hands of a beauty like you. But I hope that before I die, you can find my baggage and give me the little umbrella inside. I hope that when I die, I can hold this umbrella and die peacefully." I tried

my best to make these words sound like a genuine expression of emotion, and my face showed a hazy look of reminiscing about the past. After I finished speaking, I sighed again and murmured two lines of poetry.

"Can this love be recalled in retrospect? But at the time, it was all in vain."

I deliberately lowered my voice, but Xie Lian was right next to me. How could she not hear me? Although Xie Lian was wicked, she was still a woman, and I happen to understand women very well—they're naturally inclined to daydream.

Sure enough, after staring at me for a while, Xie Lian sneered.

"I didn't expect such a spineless coward like you to be such a romantic! Fine! Considering how comfortable you've made me these past few days, I'll grant your wish." With that, she walked out naked, returning a moment later with my travel bag in her hand. Opening it in front of me, this vixen casually rummaged through its contents. The first thing that caught her eye was Xing Mei's divine sword.

"This long-lost red sword, Hyakkimaru, is one of the five great divine weapons of the earth. You actually managed to get your hands on it; impressive!" Who knew the hidden sword the little girl gave me had such a reputation? However, my swordsmanship is too poor; even with the divine sword, I'm definitely no match for this vixen. I'd better get that little umbrella to me quickly. Because the fabric covering that umbrella was the blood-red gauze curtain I had cut out—this umbrella was actually the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

Xie Lian then rummaged through my baggage, finding various items besides gold and silver coins, along with some inexplicable aphrodisiacs. I had already destroyed the Blood Nightmare Manual after memorizing it, I didn't have my book of erotic magic with me, and the new erotic gu hadn't been refined yet. Finally, she pulled out something the size of a palm, shaped like a small umbrella—the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

She held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in her hand, examining it for a while, then opened it, making my heart leap into my throat. Fortunately, she wasn't skilled in black magic, so she didn't discover the powerful energy within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. After looking at it for a while without finding any flaws, she untied one of my hands and placed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in my hand.

Holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in my hand, I was overjoyed. This vixen, do you know you've made a fatal mistake! I opened the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"My blood is black and yellow, my life is vast and blue; my soul is dark and indigo, my spirit is eternal and mysterious. I command all demons and monsters to serve me..." As I chanted, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner emitted a ghastly green light, and a chilling aura suddenly enveloped the surroundings. The pink lamplight abruptly turned emerald green, and the ten thousand souls within the banner began to stir... Unfortunately, the incantation was too slow, a constant source of anguish for magicians. I was about to activate the Ten Thousand Souls Banner with the last two lines when Xie Lian snatched it away.

"Hmph! I knew there was something wrong with this thing, you..." Xie Lian could only finish her sentence, as the ten thousand vengeful souls within the banner had already begun to stir in her hands. When I crafted the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, I dripped my own blood into it as a mark, preventing it from accepting anyone else as its master. Now, under the influence of the incantation, suddenly released from my control, without the suppression of the incantation and my own blood, the ten thousand souls within the banner immediately launched a backlash.

I stared wide-eyed in shock at the Myriad Souls Banner, meticulously crafted by the Blood Nightmare Grand Wizard. Every change it underwent after activation was beyond my wildest imagination; I had never imagined it would possess such power.

No one could describe the scene!

Thousands of vengeful virgins suddenly burst forth from the banner, swirling violently around the Evil Lotus, emitting mournful howls that disturbed the soul, instantly surrounding her.

At first, the Evil Lotus chanted protective incantations of dark magic, but under the combined attack of thousands of vengeful spirits, her spells could only slightly repel them. She was then ensnared by the spirits, their flesh being devoured.

Terrified by this sudden turn of events, the Evil Lotus screamed, dropping the Myriad Souls Banner to the ground. She frantically flapped her bat wings and took flight, tearing through the rooftop in an attempt to escape.

With a whoosh, the vengeful spirits formed a rope, binding the Evil Lotus's right ankle and pulling her down from her flight. The evil lotus fluttered its bat-like wings, but more and more vengeful spirits emerged from the banner, quickly exceeding six thousand. They not only dragged the evil lotus back into the house, inch by inch, but also spun a spiderweb-like web on the ground, firmly binding the evil lotus to it, forcing her into a shameful position with her legs spread wide and her vulva fully erect. More vengeful spirits gradually coalesced before the evil lotus, forming a captivatingly beautiful figure. From the iron platform where I was bound, I could only see the back of this beautiful woman composed of vengeful spirits.

From behind, this vengeful spirit beauty was tall and robust, a head taller than me. Her smooth, broad shoulders curved downwards, following a beautiful line to form a slender, almost impossibly thin waist, which then rapidly expanded into high, rounded buttocks. Her legs were long and straight. Putting everything else aside, this flawless, alluring back view alone was enough to stir my heart. My penis, which had been completely drained of its essence by the evil lotus, suddenly regained its vitality.

The beautiful woman walked up to Xie Lian, fondling her enormous breasts before kneeling down to suckle at Xie Lian's vulva. Then, she clenched her fist and thrust it forcefully into Xie Lian's vagina. Xie Lian's screams nearly deafened me, but the fist was ultimately swallowed.

The beautiful woman, composed of vengeful spirits, continued thrusting her fist incessantly, making Xie Lian's screams even more piercing.

A woman, of course, couldn't endure such brutal treatment, but more importantly, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner itself was an aggregate of evil within evil. The thousands of vengeful spirits, now in contact with her flesh, not only corroded her blood and flesh but also absorbed her soul, amplifying the banner's evil power. At this moment, besides the excruciating pain in her flesh, her soul must have been tormented by the evil power, a living hell.

After a while, Xie Lian's screams grew fainter, and the beautiful vengeful spirit was now between her legs, relishing the lustful fluids flowing from her vulva down her arm. I knew that once she climaxed, her soul would flow out with her semen, forever imprisoned within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, her body devoured clean, never to be reincarnated.

I quickly chanted a few incantations—the basic magic of levitation. Several snow-white discs lifted the Red Sword Hyakkimaru, which Xie Lian had thrown to the ground, and I immediately picked up the divine sword to cut the chains binding me. Then, I grabbed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner from the ground and hid to the side, watching the fight from a distance.

Xie Lian's face had turned ashen; her once alluring eyes were now dull and lifeless, indicating she was nearing the end of her life. Her expression was pained, her cheeks twitching. She had been moaning, but upon seeing me, she immediately clenched her teeth, though her hard, erect nipples betrayed her sexiness.

This filthy bitch had killed countless people; of course, she knew that defeat meant death, but she was quite resilient, refusing to beg for mercy even now.

I was secretly delighted. This vixen who tried to drain me dry had finally gotten her comeuppance. In my elation, I let out a soft gasp. But before the sound even faded, the vengeful beauty buried between Xie Lian's legs suddenly raised her head and walked towards me. Her body stretched out in the air, allowing me to see her clearly. She was indeed a stunningly beautiful woman, not only gorgeous and alluring, but her large breasts were also comparable to Xie Lian's. But when my gaze fell between her legs, I was horrified.

"How...how could this be?" Normally, a man's penis is his penis, and a woman's vagina is her vulva. But this vengeful beauty had nothing there—no penis, no vulva, only smooth skin. This...this was asexual!

Overwhelmed with shock, I forgot to dodge, and she grabbed me. I could feel her bare crotch rubbing against my penis, and she made strange noises, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes male, sometimes female. In her eyes, I saw a familiar light of lust. Why did she suddenly become aroused? Is this also a necessary process for using the Myriad Souls Banner? My mind screamed, "Oh no! I was just raped by that vixen Xie Lian, am I going to be raped by this monster again? What's even more wrong is, what is she going to use to rape me?

" "You...you...what are you going to do?" I suddenly remembered the Myriad Souls Banner in my hand and quickly raised it horizontally in front of my chest. When I was forging the Myriad Souls Banner

, I dripped my own blood as a mark, making the vengeful spirits within it serve me as their master for life, but I didn't know if it would work on this aggregate of vengeful spirits. Fortunately, the beauty stopped after seeing the Myriad Souls Banner. Just when I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief, she immediately hugged me and rubbed against me, her lower abdomen thrusting wildly, making my glans hurt terribly. I could tell she desperately wanted a hole for me to penetrate, but what could I do?

If it were just that, it wouldn't be so bad. But with the beauty unsatisfied and her lust unfulfilled, black energy swirled around her, and countless vengeful spirits flew wildly throughout the room. If this continued, I might even be killed by the out-of-control vengeful spirits. I cursed the dead Blood Nightmare countless times in my mind. Of all things to do, why did he have to create this damned Ten Thousand Soul Banner? The first use of it caused such a huge problem. That damned demon truly deserved to die. Just as I was cursing the Blood Nightmare, Xie Lian, lying on the spiderweb of vengeful spirits, said in a weak voice, "If you let me go, I'll save you."

VI. Sex Slave

Hearing these words in the midst of crisis, I felt as if I were receiving a divine decree and quickly agreed to her request.

Xie Lian asked me to bring the beauty to her side. This wasn't too difficult. I barely managed to lift the woman who clung to me like an octopus and slowly moved to Xie Lian's side. But this vampire witch wanted me to spread the vengeful spirit's legs, which was a bit unreasonable. Luckily, I had a flash of inspiration and quickly and gently stroked every inch of her body, especially her enormous breasts. With my coaxing, touching, and combined verbal and physical efforts, the vengeful spirit finally spread her long, beautiful legs, revealing that strange little patch of land.

I saw Xie Lian raise her terrifyingly shaped demonic hand, its sharp claws rubbing against the beauty's crotch, before suddenly piercing her body. I opened my eyes wide in surprise, only to see Xie Lian's demonic claw twisting and turning inside the vengeful spirit's body.

The vengeful spirit was clearly in great pain, but she didn't get angry. Time slowly passed. Xie Lian's body began to tremble, her face pale, as if she was enduring some great pain. After about half an hour, she let out a long sigh, slowly pulled the demonic claw out of the vengeful spirit's body, and immediately fainted from exhaustion.

The vengeful spirit's lower body was a bloody mess, yet her spirit was extremely aroused, moaning incessantly as she caressed herself.

I initially watched her actions with some fear, but as she wiped the blood away, my eyes widened in disbelief. I grabbed a cloth and cleaned the bloodstains, but the beautiful sight clearly revealed before me still made me unable to believe my eyes.

Where there had been nothing before, a clearly defined vulva had appeared. Yes, it was indeed a woman's vulva, its outline distinct, its shape flawless. The pale cherry-colored labia were now blooming like a flower, revealing the intricate folds within. Stimulated by my touch, thick nectar was flowing continuously from its depths. It was incredibly

beautiful, especially considering that half an hour ago it was a desert, now transformed into such a beautiful garden. This was all because of the evil lotus's hand! It wasn't of this world, but a malevolent entity directly from the demon realm. However, I couldn't think about these things anymore, because the vengeful spirit beauty, who had just transformed into a woman, once again tightly embraced my waist. But this time, I wasn't at a loss like before. Instead

, I raised my already murderous spear and burst in. A cry of "Ah!" escaped from both my mouth and the vengeful spirit beauty's mouth. Her cry was filled with both pain and coquettishness, unlike before when it was sometimes male and sometimes female; it was a completely genuine woman's tone. And this cry was because I had violated her virginity.

That evil woman, Xie Lian, had even created that hymen. And she had made the vengeful spirit beauty's inside so narrow, with so many folds, so elastic—it was simply the most exquisite vagina in the world! I rode the vengeful spirit beauty's body with great enthusiasm, each penetration a supreme experience of earthly pleasure.

The fragrant breath emanating from the vengeful spirit's mouth was so comforting… I don't know if it was due to my psychological shift, or if the vengeful spirit's body structure had undergone other changes after her transformation, but I felt her body was now completely filled with a woman's unique scent.

Her reaction was even more intense, vibrating as if struck by electricity, her breathing intermittent, her mouth mumbling sighs of pleasure at my assault.

"Ah!! No… don't go in any further… ha! huff… it feels like it's on fire… ah!…"

She said she didn't want me to continue, but her body did the exact opposite, her two long, slender legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her full, large breasts pressing hard against my chin.

I simply lowered my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it. This new stimulation immediately caused the vengeful spirit to let out an even higher-pitched scream and moan, her vaginal cavity contracting involuntarily, and then, like a volcanic eruption, a large amount of nectar splattered onto my glans. But her long legs still hooked around my waist and hips, refusing to let go.

"Ah!...It feels so good. I never imagined being a real woman could feel this good."

"You...what exactly are you?" I asked tentatively.

She gave me a charming sidelong glance.

"What do you think?" Seeing my startled expression, she smiled and bit my shoulder: "I don't know what good fortune you accumulated in your past life, not only did you obtain the Myriad Souls Banner that Blood Nightmare painstakingly crafted, but the sisters trapped inside the banner are also willing to obey your commands because you avenged them."

I was both surprised and delighted, yet I couldn't believe what she said.

"You...you mean...?"

"I'm your slave now! I'm a spirit formed from the fusion of vengeful souls, and also the spirit that manages the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls. The first rule of magic is that a spirit cannot turn against its master. As a demon spirit, I naturally cannot violate this rule. Sigh! I didn't expect my demon spirit...no, this name doesn't sound good...hmm! What should I call myself?..." "

If you don't like the word 'spirit,' change it to 'ling.' You'll be called Mo Ling!" I said casually, gesturing with my finger on her alabaster chest.

"Ah, that's much better. Besides, it's a name Master gave me. I'll be called Mo Ling from now on...I, Mo Ling, will always serve Master well..." Words that sounded like a longing, a complaint but were actually a joy, flowed from Mo Ling's mouth. Hearing this, I felt a surge of joy. I never expected that I would accidentally gain such a great advantage.

At this moment, Mo Ling reluctantly put her legs down and stood up. As she stood on the ground, her brows suddenly furrowed, revealing a pained expression. That slightly furrowed brow, so adorable, made my heart flutter again.

"What's wrong?" I quickly helped her up.

Mo Ling's face suddenly flushed red, and she glared at me.

"It's all your fault! You still have the nerve to say that, humph!" Saying this, she picked up the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that I had thrown aside, examined it carefully, then sighed softly, placed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner between her legs, and smeared it with the virgin blood that had just flowed from her.

Suddenly, ten thousand gusts of yin wind shot out from the banner's canopy, swirling and dancing around her, then being absorbed by her body. I saw that all the color in Mo Ling's body seemed to disappear instantly, turning deathly pale, and then the Ten Thousand Souls Banner emitted a blue light.

Mo Ling handed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to me.

"Alright, I've just absorbed the last resentment from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. I'm very tired now, I need to go back to the banner to rest. Remember to let me out when you have time. If I can't frequently make love with my master to dispel this resentment, my magic power will decrease significantly!"

So that's what it was all about. I didn't expect Mo Ling to be so thoughtful towards me. But what makes me happiest is that I have such a powerful female slave—and a sex slave at that—who is devoted to me. This will greatly increase my chances of success in my future conquests.

"Ah! Right, I forgot to mention something, this woman!"

Mo Ling pointed to the unconscious Xie Lian. "This woman's hand is very useful, and she... she has other magical abilities!" A blush crossed Mo Ling's face: "I have a feeling that she can be of great help to my master in the future, so I think it's best if my master spares her life. As for how to subdue her, that depends on your skill, master."

Hearing Mo Ling's words of wholehearted consideration for me, I was truly moved. I stepped forward, embraced her delicate body, and kissed her deeply.

Later I learned that the reason Mo Ling didn't have a vulva when she first appeared was because I used the blood of the Blood Nightmare to refine the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. The consequence of this was that the spirit in charge of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner lost its gender due to impure bloodline. Without Xie Lian, the consequence would have been that I would have been torn to pieces by the vengeful spirits who had nowhere to vent their lust.

The long farewell kiss finally ended, Mo Ling smiled sweetly, and disappeared in an instant. In the huge room, only the unconscious Xie Lian and I remained. After thinking for a while, I decided to conquer Xie Lian, this vampire witch, as Mo Ling had said.

So I picked up Xie Lian's limp body, tied her to the iron bed where I had been lying for four days, lay down beside her, and fell into a deep sleep, my head resting on her high breasts.

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