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"...Sigh. Well then. I'll try my best to leave them with a proper burial. By the way, when is your next meeting with that duke scheduled?"
"tomorrow."
"...Remember to put some pressure on him tomorrow. Of course, this is just a suggestion—you can decide for yourself how to do it."
After saying this, the Imperial Advisor left.
She also needed to clean up the mess here before the Ursus people did—ideally, she could take care of those damned traitors all at once. Of course, if she encountered the Ursus people and tried to steal their belongings, she wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson before revealing her identity.
Chapter 224
...
On the evening of the 3rd.
Ursus only obtained 4 crystals, which is two short of the 6 crystals they need.
Upon her return, Margarita used the prophecy again. She then shook her head bitterly, explaining that aside from a portion being taken by the Yan Kingdom people, the remaining crystals were all in the hands of the Yan Kingdom's "Anti-Demon Faction"—more than twenty pieces in total! But the problem was, those Anti-Demon Faction members also possessed a strange corpse covered in purple crystals... Margarita's prophecy malfunctioned when targeting this corpse, to the point that she had no idea of its exact location...
"That's something very ancient... um... even more ancient than the teacher— ouch?! That hurts!"
After tapping Margarita on the forehead while she ate dinner with a blank expression, Ms. Northumberon shrugged at everyone while drinking a bottle of Mr. Yang Hao's blood [which had flowed from a wound Yang Hao had personally made with a knife under the cold gaze of Head Maid Monica]:
"...Don't let a child who hasn't been weaned talk about an adult's age. In short, Margarita meant that it might be the corpse of an immortal, or even a god."
She is very experienced, no wonder she is the oldest person here—but then again, does Margarita's "prophecy" still make mistakes when facing "God"?
Mr. Yang Hao seemed thoughtful about this, but just then, Ms. Karina wiped her mouth and said that her recent research had indeed made considerable progress...
“It’s about those purple crystals, you know? I’ve discovered they might be related to the crystals found at the Gallo-Israel ruins in the [Wasteland],” she said, taking a sip of chilled wine. She then sucked on her finger, scribbling on the tablecloth with her damp fingertip. “Generally speaking… they should be essentially the same thing. In the Gallo-Israel textbooks, they’re called—”
"—Twisted consciousness, psionic entity? If you're talking about this, it doesn't quite match what I'm used to..." Ms. Northon paused for a moment, then frowned.
"Hmm? But that's true. Although the purple crystal we have now, the corpse Miss Margarita saw, and the giant crystal on the ruins of the Gallic Empire... although they don't look quite like the [psychic entities] recorded in the books of the Gallic Empire, they are actually the same thing, you know? The core is [psychic energy], and the purple crystal is just a byproduct?"
Karina shook her head. Then she shifted her seat, moving a little closer to Yang Hao, and muttered "I'll borrow it for a moment," before taking the braised pork head—what the Yan people call "red-braised lion's head"—from Yang Hao's plate. She used her knife and fork.
"Hmm—just like this dish from Yan Kingdom. Although it looks a bit strange... it has the essential [nutrition] and [taste] of food. To put it in a way that Miss Margarita can understand... it doesn't matter what those purple crystals look like or whether they are purple or not—the psionic energy inside is the most important thing."
"...Okay. I think I understand. But seriously? You're just going to eat it like that?"
"Didn't Mr. Yang Hao agree? Or do you think Mr. Yang Hao is the kind of boy who would steal food from a woman's bowl?"
"..."
Um... although I'm definitely not an immature boy, I really do want to eat that braised lion's head meatball.
Mr. Yang Hao looked puzzled, but in the end, he only touched Karina's ear. Monica, the head maid behind him, seemed unfazed—or rather, after the "Kazdel bitch" incident, she was unusually tolerant of people from Ursus, to the point that her opinion of Lady Northrend wasn't so bad anymore...
Perhaps it's because Ms. Norsen was genuinely doing something worthwhile, helping Mr. Yang Hao improve his "puppet skills." Ms. Therese, on the other hand, did nothing but "seduce"? Hmm...maybe.
...In short, after the topic had been slightly veered off course, Miss Karina began to explain the uses of those purple crystals.
According to her, those purple crystals were actually the materialized remains of a certain sorcerer from the Yan Kingdom, whose consciousness, which preserved his physical memories, was shattered by psionic energy.
"That is to say..."
"Those things are actually similar to [souls]. We can watch a warlock's entire life by connecting to a network—I mean, if we can collect all the fragments. Naturally, in that case, we can also learn about his secret training... It's just that there are still too few of them. I couldn't even extract any truly useful fragments by stacking four pieces together. Everyone still needs to work harder."
"...But the thought that we're using the souls of the dead...is still kind of weird, isn't it?"
"Ms. Norson, do you think there's something wrong with what we're doing?"
"Not really. But think about it, the purple crystals in my homeland of Gaul cover the vast majority of cities... Just how many souls and physical bodies are inside..."
"If nothing unexpected happens... it's probably almost the entire population of Gaul—but they're scattered, not a single entity... so in a sense it should be acceptable."
"Is it acceptable?"
"I meant the analytical aspect, you know?" Miss Karina blinked, realizing that Ms. Norsen seemed to have misunderstood something, so she quickly explained.
"Why are you already thinking about analyzing that thing? Whether we can even beat it is a question..." Ms. Norsen's eyes widened: "We don't even have a clue how to take down those active purple crystals yet, and you're already thinking about what happens after we win? Isn't that taking too big a step? Really?"
Ms. Northumbering agrees with considering things from a long-term perspective, even after victory... but aren't you thinking way too far ahead?!
"Because I trust Mr. Yang Hao, it's natural that I'll only consider what I need to do once his envisioned future arrives."
When faced with Ms. Norson's police, Miss Karina simply smiled, expressing her trust in Yang Hao in the most direct way.
Mr. Yang Hao could only smile silently, feeling genuinely happy about the trust he had gained.
Hentai 1: Bear Lady
Knowing her own strength, Lady Bear was extra careful when making love to her soon-to-be husband.
After stealing his first kiss, Koschke didn't let it go. Her face flushed; she didn't know why, but for the first time, her body's instincts controlled her—oh well, it's fine this way. After all, this is what my future husband expects, isn't it?
“Miss Koschche—”
“I told you, call me Koschche.”
Koschke laughed, and facing her embarrassed future husband, she slowly leaned against his chest, then moved back, and finally, under his reddened, embarrassed gaze, Koschke used her teeth to bite the zipper of his pants and pulled it down—
Koschl unzipped Yang Hao's pants. Yang Hao was still in a daze; he wasn't good at dealing with this kind of thing. After noting his weakness in his mind, Koschl smiled and pulled his manhood out of his underwear.
Although the owner of that burning hot thing was still in a daze, his body was telling the truth. It was long, somewhat frighteningly large, hard, hot, throbbing, with bulging veins, and exuding a distinctly masculine scent. Koschchet was amusedly stroking this throbbing virgin penis while feeling his own body heat up.
Is it fair to say that no one of flesh and blood can avoid such instinctive bodily reactions? She also took off her clothes, and finally, under Yang Hao's dazed gaze, she used her full breasts to clamp his penis. The white, soft breasts, the inward pressure from his hands and the pleasure of sliding up and down, and Koschitch's occasional pranks—
Or perhaps she would spit some saliva onto the glans that was exposed above the chest to moisten it, or perhaps she would tease it with her fingers during the next repetition, or perhaps... it was a sudden pressure from the force.
Before two minutes had passed, Kosichelle saw Yang Hao's face turn bright red, and his penis grew larger and larger, throbbing. The pre-ejaculate secreted at the tip had made the area between her breasts incredibly smooth, reflecting the light from the ceiling chandelier.
But—that won't do.
Koschke, like a demon, stopped the action that had sent Yang Hao soaring to the heavens. Under Yang Hao's eager gaze, Koschke slowly climbed onto him and then aimed the tip of his penis at his own body's already honey-dripping private parts.
“My husband can’t be left out.”
"but--"
"Well."
Koschke cut off Yang Hao's next words with another deep kiss. She awkwardly pried open his teeth with her tongue, then their tongues intertwined. She sucked the saliva secreted from his tongue, and then, in the instant his body gradually relaxed under her teasing, Koschke sat down.
...
This was her first sexual experience, and the pain of her hymen being forcibly broken caused the immortal black snake to furrow its brow for a moment. But immediately afterward, a pleasure she had never experienced before filled her entire body. Before she could even savor this strange mixture of pain and pleasure, she felt something inside her suddenly jerk.
"ah!"
She instinctively screamed under the impact, and then Yang Hao kissed her passionately. During their third tongue-to-tongue exchange, the sharing of saliva, and the mutual expression of their heartfelt love, the ecstatic pleasure brought them both to their peak.
Yang Hao ejaculated his first time as a virgin inside Koschei, and Koschei, who had lived for over a thousand years, experienced her first sexual climax with Yang Hao. She felt regretful about what was so memorable inside this body, but when she thought about how they would have plenty of time and opportunities to do it again after the "surprise" tomorrow... she looked back, smiled gloomily as the kiss ended, and reached out to wipe the sweat from Yang Hao's face.
"...It's still very hard." The noblewoman gently tapped her lower abdomen; she could feel that the thing inside her showed no signs of softening. "It can still go on, can't it?"
"It's still very..."
"Don't move, I'll do it."
...
She started moving. One, two, one, two—she murmured excitedly in a voice only they could hear, the point of contact making lewd slapping sounds, and a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen was forced out from the gap with each movement. She felt that if she sat down hard, it would hurt a little, but just as Kosichelle was about to slow down a bit, Yang Hao grabbed her buttocks.
Yang Hao held her hips firmly with both hands, then with a low growl, he called out, "Miss Koschich, Miss Koschich!" while thrusting his lower body violently. He seemed completely immersed in the pleasure of sex, oblivious to his surroundings, even though the noblewoman was, after all, a woman experiencing lovemaking for the first time. Amid her gasps and increasingly uncontrollable moans, Yang Hao changed their position from woman-on-top to missionary, and finally to a position resembling a pile driver.
"Miss Kosiché—! Miss Kosiché!"
Yang Hao shouted ecstatically, his lower abdomen slapping against Kosicie's plump buttocks, the lewd white fluid scattering everywhere, staining either her lower abdomen or Yang Hao's lower abdomen.
"Huff, huff... ah... um... I, I told you... call me... call me Koschke...!"
Kosicie groaned; she was almost at her limit. Her consciousness was almost entirely immersed in sexual pleasure; she felt she couldn't forget this feeling—
Just as Kosicie was trying her best to maintain her rationality and leave a last bit of dignity in front of her husband, she suddenly saw Yang Hao abruptly pull his penis out of her body, leaving only the front part.
At a time like this?! Before Kosichelle could even utter a sound to stop it, she suddenly felt that thing pierce into her body with unprecedented speed and force.
Her consciousness went blank, her whole body trembled, the pleasure of the orgasm even surpassing the pain of that thing being fully inserted and hitting her cervix. She let out a stuttering moan that was neither human nor ghostly, she hugged her husband's shoulders tightly, and in her dazed state, she felt a large amount of something being ejaculated into her body again.
...
But the immortal black serpent lived up to its name. Only two minutes later, she regained her senses. Seeing her husband already lying on the bed, panting heavily as he rested, she laughed breathlessly, rolled over, and sat on his lower abdomen once more.
White, sticky fluid flowing from the entrance of his small hole stained his lower abdomen. Yang Hao looked on, somewhat bewildered. He didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, nor did he know what the consequences would be if an immortal were allowed to enjoy "delicious food" and become addicted to it.
"My husband... let's do it again."
“But, but Miss Koschei, I already—”
“I told you, call me Koschche.”
She kissed her husband's lips for the fourth time, and then...?
She inserted that still-erect, yet seemingly very sensitive thing into her body, which was gradually adapting to the sensation.
.....
The night is still long.
Hentai 2: Teresa's Spring Dream
When Teresa regained consciousness, she was surrounded by darkness, blindfolded. Her hands and feet were bound with duct tape, and her body was suspended in mid-air, experiencing a terrifying sense of floating. Something strange was in her mouth, preventing her from uttering a single word—clearly, she was being controlled, and not only controlled, but also bound to some strange instrument of torture, like a lamb to the slaughter.
Who on earth is doing this?! Was it Mars? Or Lily? Or that old woman? Or perhaps my shameless group of sisters?!
In a panic, Teresa instinctively tried to struggle, but her struggles only made her hear the constant rattling of chains and the approaching footsteps that had appeared behind her at some unknown time.
"Waaaaah?! Ugh!"
"Put me down right now!" Theresa's cries of anguish were muffled into incomprehensible whimpers by the soft gag that prevented her from speaking. The person slowly approaching from behind couldn't possibly understand what she was saying, and even if he did, he had no intention of stopping his filthy work.
He stopped about two meters behind the struggling Theresa. Theresa could hear him standing at attention, seemingly bending down to retrieve something from the alleyway. The clanging of metal coming from the alley made Theresa's heart stop: Was it a knife? Or an iron bar? Was it a torture device used to skin her alive? Or something far more terrifying?
Overwhelmed by fear and terror, Teresa's body gradually became still. She used almost all her attention to discern sounds coming from the pitch-black world, and finally, she heard something that seemed very soft being taken out of the box.
The man behind him let out a satisfied groan. He untied something, then forcefully pulled it towards the empty space—
"What!"
Whoa! It was a whip! Theresa's heart leaped into her throat with the sound of the whip whistling through the air. After all, she knew that even a whip could kill a person.
She probably knew what that person wanted to do, but at the very least, shouldn't they remove the black cloth in front of her? At least let her know who was torturing her!
Theresa's prayers went unanswered. She only heard the footsteps approaching her again, and finally, the man stood behind her. She could feel his hand slowly reaching out.
"Waaaaah?! Ugh!"
Finally, those rough, large hands gently landed on Theresa's buttocks.
She couldn't see anything. When God closes a door, He opens a window. Having lost her sight, her entire body naturally became exceptionally sensitive, seeking tactile feedback. But this was clearly not a good thing, because Teresa's sensitive buttocks were an untouched sacred place, and those large hands were incredibly skilled.
Those hands moved up and down, the left hand grabbing her buttocks and circling them in the opposite direction, while the right hand circled them in the same direction. Every now and then, those hands would suddenly pry open her most private parts—she didn't know if she was wearing underwear or not, she only knew that every time those hands did this, she would let out an uncontrollable moan, and that area would gradually become a little wet.
The man seemed quite pleased with the outcome. He let out a strange laugh, and with a sense of foreboding, Theresa felt a hand reach into her most private place.
"Huh?! Waaaaaah!!!"
"I'm still a virgin?!" Theresa cried out inwardly, but her body betrayed her by letting out a groan. Perhaps it was because the pressure from her work, her family, and her finances was simply too much? After ample foreplay on her buttocks, her body simply saw sex as the best way to release that pressure.
It wasn't just her body. Amidst the rhythmic thrusting of fingers, Theresa felt the nails pressing against her most precious place, while her vaginal muscles tightly gripped his movements. Her mind was ashamed of her indiscretion, of her lewdness, but her body remained unrepentant. Stimulated by pleasure, suspended in mid-air, unable to move, she writhed her hips, wanting more, but a last vestige of consciousness prevented her body from continuing its reckless advance.
but--
Just because Teresa can stop her depraved body from continuing its wanton behavior doesn't mean that man will stop.
He withdrew his fingers from Theresa's already stimulated and constantly leaking vaginal opening. After his fingers were removed, her vaginal opening continued to open and close, drooling, anticipating the arrival of something to fill her.
But what arrived wasn't something to fill her mouth. Teresa felt the gag being removed, and then—
"Snapped!"
"ah!"
She groaned and screamed, the pain from being whipped on her buttocks, the subsequent numbness, the inexplicable itching, and the even more intense sexual desire tormenting her nerves.
"Snapped!"
"Ugh...! No, don't do this—"
The second flogging.
It seemed like the whipping could have been aimed at her vagina—but it went astray, striking the other half of her buttocks that hadn't been ravaged. This time, the whipping was stronger than the last, and even though Teresa was completely out of her mind at this moment, she knew that a deep red mark had definitely been left on her buttocks.