Blood Emperor Throne

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Thick white paste dripped slowly down the shoe's surface, trickling along the slender, vibrant purple crystal heel and onto the wooden chair the elegant woman stood on, almost soaking the backless, purple crystal stiletto heel into a deep white.

"Eek? ~~Filthy, filthy thing? ~~Gulp? ~~Indeed only fit to be trampled under my fragrant purple silk feet? ~~"

Despite her alluring face flushed with a rosy hue, her ample breasts overflowing with sweet, ripe milk, and even her vulva oozing with rich, sticky female fluid, she maintained a haughty and disdainful demeanor. Her toes, soaked in the sticky, warm white fluid, lightly lifted her vibrant amethyst high heel, already saturated with the viscous liquid.

Asmaiden's ferocious beast withdrew from her purple silk-clad feet and crystal high heels amidst the gurgling, sticky sounds, letting the strands of sticky white water stretch longer and longer along her soft heels and the beast's head.

"Hmm? It seems you, this savage beast, still need to be punished in a very lowly way by me."

With her purple silk stockings draped over her white, turbid crystal high heels, her spring eyes, gleaming with the intoxicating allure of peach blossoms, gazed at Asmodie's ferocious beast, which, having just unleashed its torrent, was once again erect and proud, making her flesh feel even more tender and sensual.

With her white, cloudy crystal high heel, she stepped onto the chair surface, which was covered in thick, white fluid. Her other elegant, fragrant, and fleshy purple silk foot hooked onto the other bright purple crystal high heel, which was not yet filled with fluid. Once again, with an extremely contemptuous and indifferent teacher's posture, she looked down on Asmodie's thick, ferocious beast covered in sticky, white fluid.

This time, instead of letting Asmody run rampant from her heels as before, she used a contemptuous and seductive manner to step on the ferocious and slippery beast's body with her soft, smooth, and fragrant purple silk foot. The crystal stiletto heel with its backless design, held up by a delicate pearl strap and the toe of the shoe, was lazily lifted and put on the head of this raging bull.

The smooth, soft, fragrant, and glossy purple silk soles, combined with the smooth uppers of the vibrant purple crystal sky-high heels, once again create a spring-like purple silk crystal high-heeled foot massage.

However, this time, the purple silk crystal high-heeled foot acupoint was no longer subject to the invasion of this savage beast. Instead, it transformed into a holster exuding a rich, fragrant foot scent, which this dignified and alluring beauty in purple silk squeezed with contempt and disgust.

Until the ferocious beast head, slick with white fluid, once again broke free from the constraints of the purple silk arch and crystal shoe, plunging into the soft, delicate purple silk toe and the exquisite crystal shoe tip, and wantonly pouring out a torrent of thick, sticky white fluid?

Thus, these two exquisitely scented, noble, and mature purple crystal stilettos, adorned with delicate pearls and shimmering pearls, were forever marked by Asmodie, this raging bull, as his exclusive purple silk foot acupoints.

Chapter 145 The Devoted Noblewoman and Mature Mother

Following that dignified and alluring woman in purple silk, came the woman with honey-smooth breasts and soft hips, draped in an elegant and luxurious night-blue halter-neck silk mini-dress.

Holding a wine glass, she seemed completely oblivious to the absurdity of the meat feast beside her. Her soft, elegant, and graceful night-blue lace-trimmed long black stockings, with their lace trim and rose edges, rustled softly as she languidly sat cross-legged.

The soft, seductive cries of spring beside her ear made her already ripe and alluring flesh even more tender, sticky, and hot, with nectar overflowing from her.

A pair of smooth, soft, glossy black silk-stockinged feet, adorned with night-blue peep-toe stiletto sandals, transformed from a languid, swaying demeanor into a seductive, alluring allure, awaiting to be violated.

Following this beauty is Ashley, a noble and charming woman in black stockings.

This beauty, who enjoys being forcibly violated by Asmodée, lacks the languidness of this beauty; she holds a crystal goblet with a seductive posture.

However, before that, had Asmodie finished enjoying that dignified and alluring woman in purple silk?

"Hmm? No... I can't take it anymore? Eek... you bull! No... you can't do it like this! Eek ooh ooh ooh!~~"

This woman with plump breasts and a ripe buttocks, wearing purple stockings, was Asmody's favorite type to vent his rage. Her body, overflowing with flesh, easily brought out a state of sensual arousal simply by pressing her large, beastly body against her tender, plump vulva. She almost satisfied all the elements of Asmody's rage.

Beneath the bar, the crumpled and disheveled spaghetti strap high-slit bright purple lace nightgown was soaked in rich milk and thick white liquid, along with a bright purple pointed-toe backless pearl crystal high heel stained with thick white turbidity, scattered in a pool of sticky honey.

Her body, exuding the sweet fragrance of a mature woman, was now reduced to nothing more than a glimpse of her extremely alluring, mature, bright purple suspender lace-trimmed long, glossy purple stockings, her smooth, tender, white body stained with sweet, fragrant sweat, as Asmodie pressed her side leg against the bar in front of her with an almost beastly swagger.

"Eek?~~ I'm going to lose it?~ Oh my god?~ Lost~ Eek~ Lost by a bull other than my husband?~ Violated and lost?~~"

The beauty, who had been forced onto the bar counter, had her once elegant and noble hair disheveled, her graceful and charming face now filled with a bewitching and infatuated look, her face flushed and alluring, and her pair of peach-purple spring eyes rolled upwards incessantly. She had completely become a female slave to be violated and enjoyed at will by this beastly bull.

Two plump, soft milk cakes, comparable to rich, ripe milk, were pressed onto the table by Asmodie like kneaded dough, crushed and flattened, with milk almost overflowing and splattering everywhere. A pair of jade hands wearing bright purple silk gloves were raised above his head and pressed onto the table.

Under this extremely seductive and mature side-leg position, this dignified and alluring woman in purple silk was like a raging bull who had suddenly burst into a banquet and pinned her to the table. One of her plump, soft, and oily purple silk legs was lifted to the side, and her feet, soaked in thick, white, fragrant purple silk, swayed gently under this violent and savage onslaught.

Her other, plump, purple-silk-clad leg was forced to tread on a bright purple crystal high heel soaked in thick, white liquid, trembling under Asmodie's ferocious and savage onslaught.

Two mounds of flesh, exuding the sweet fragrance of ripe female honey, were soaked in the splashing female honey and glistening fragrant sweat, making their extremely slippery and shiny suspenders and purple silk stockings completely turn into soft cushions of extremely ripe flesh under Asmodie's waist. Each time they were hit to the maximum extent, they would collapse and shake up waves of oily and ripe buttocks.

The sound of splattering nectar filled the air as Asmodie's firm waist pounded against her like a pile driver, causing her two oily mounds to tremble and collapse. From between her snowy buttocks, which were filled with the sweet scent of ripe nectar, nectar gushed out, as if she were being pounded by a bull's raging pestle into a soft, white cake filled with sweet, ripe nectar, her juices being squeezed out with each pounding.

"Eek?! Actually?! Being publicly... oh my god?!"

Under Asmody's ferocious and savage assault, the woman in purple silk, with almost no resistance, completely became the slave of this enraged bull who had publicly ravaged her. Her lustful eyes rolled back as she was violated by the beast, her milk and nectar splattering simultaneously, her flesh trembling wildly.

The ripe, plump abalone, filled to the brim by this raging, savage bull and completely shaped into the form of a beast, has become Asmodé's exclusive harpoon sheath. The beast, soaked in the rich, mellow, honey-scented nectar of female nectar, is even more savage and ferocious.

"Eek? If you keep violating me like this, I'll become a female slave completely dependent on beasts? Ugh!

The woman in purple stockings, who had just been violated by Asmody to the point of gushing from both ends, was not satisfied with the raging bull's actions. He directly hooked her two plump, smooth, and glossy legs in purple stockings and lifted her up from behind, forcing her to lie face down on the table.

Two mounds of juicy, plump, purple flesh, almost like holsters placed on a bar table for passersby to casually lift up for their gratification, were at the mercy of this enraged bull that had suddenly barged into the banquet.

The savage and ferocious beast thrust upwards, its head pressing against the juicy, ripe vulva, spreading its two petals apart amidst gurgling and churning sounds, releasing sticky, nectar-like fluid.

As Asmodée's large hand suddenly fell, the two plump, mature buttocks, comparable to piles of honey and fat, slammed heavily onto his hard waist like two butter cakes falling to the ground, trembling and creating ripples of oily, creamy waves, while his ferocious, thick lance pierced through to the very end.

"Gurgle, oh oh oh?~~ Ee oh oh?~~"

Under this rough treatment, the once dignified Zi Si, who was still the mother of a viscount noble, raised her head high with her honey tongue half sticking out, and her pair of bright purple spring eyes couldn't help but roll upwards.

Two mounds of milky breasts had become nothing more than milk bottles, and plump, ripe buttocks trembled as they spilled honey.

Earlier, in order to protect her cowardly and useless offspring, after Asmodian invaded her territory, she voluntarily draped herself in a hazy, semi-transparent purple veil, like a seductive, mature female dog, and crawled into her marital chamber with her deceased husband, where she was enjoyed by this man along with the other female knights and maids in the territory.

On that day, she was just like today, holding onto her wedding portrait with her deceased husband. She was pulled up from behind by the glossy purple lace-trimmed suspenders of her stockings, and in front of her and her deceased husband, she was violated until her eyes rolled back in desire, and she even sprayed her genitals onto the portrait in front of her.

The man rested for three days within her territory.

During these three days, she had become his submissive female dog from the very first night, and had become accustomed to wearing only a hazy, semi-transparent purple veil, wearing extremely seductive purple suspender stockings and elegant, charming purple crystal high heels, being used by this man at will.

Compared to her few cowardly and incompetent children, this man was calm, reliable, handsome, and strong, with a body as perfect and solid as a marble sculpture. His burly, ferocious beast, exuding a savage aura, completely overwhelmed her early-deceased and incompetent husband.

On her first night, when she held the heart-shaped ring with alluring eyes, her mature and seductive flesh, long deprived of nourishment and lacking in lubrication, became soft and tender, and her plump vulva under the vacuum-sealed purple gauze was fully prepared to be violated.

When this ferocious beast pressed against her soft, plump vulva, she, the woman in purple silk who had been humiliated and offered herself, resembled a shy, seductive wife on her wedding night. Ignoring the fact that her children's rooms were downstairs, she was violated by this ferocious beast until her eyes rolled back in lust and her seductive moans echoed throughout the night.

During the three days this man was resting, she was repeatedly pinned down by him in front of the maids and the knights, like a female dog, and he would wantonly violate her plump, oily, purple-stockinged buttocks, even filling her honeyed buds, which her husband had never touched, with thick white semen.

Even in front of her children, this man would be extremely unrestrained, lifting her elegant and luxurious silk dress from behind where they couldn't see, fondling her voluptuous breasts, and even slipping his large hand into her half-open lace collar where they couldn't see, fondling her full and plump breasts, arousing her until her eyes were filled with hearts, tears streamed down her face, and her breath was soft and tender.

Later on, the man became even more audacious. Whether in the open garden, inside the castle, in the study, or even in a secluded corner where her children were present, he would lift up her purple camisole, which was comparable to a honey curtain and a buttock curtain, and hold her plump, voluptuous purple camisole, thrusting his penis into her.

During this time, even when her children came to visit, she could only remain a mature, wanton woman being violated and enjoyed by this man as a female dog. She would peek out from behind the door, her face covered in glistening fragrant sweat and flushed with a seductive blush. Her smooth, fragrant shoulders would tremble, and she would hide her mature, ripe buttocks and half-bent waist, which were being violated by this man to the point of being splashed with feminine pleasure, behind the door, communicating with extremely soft and seductive moans.

Even after nightfall, she would still be led by the man like a female dog, her jade-like neck adorned with a bright purple lace collar. Her plump breasts and ripe buttocks were only allowed to be draped in a gold-threaded, bright purple gauze veil, like those worn by prostitutes and dancers, as they strolled through the streets, castles, and open-air gardens of the territory.

She would even squat like a prostitute in front of her offspring's door, cleaning and serving this man, or with a shy and rosy expression, cover her soft, ripe lips and raise her plump, oily buttocks high, letting him violate her, until she left behind a trail of thick, turbid white semen and mature flesh, marking her territory like a female dog.

For the entire three days, she did not resemble the humiliated noblewoman in purple silk at all, but rather the widow in purple silk who had finally ushered in her new spring of marriage. Her already ripe and juicy flesh became even more alluring and mature, and her demeanor was graceful and beautiful.

The only thing that made her blush was that this man had a particular fondness for her fragrant, soft, and lustrous purple silk-stockinged feet. He often only allowed her to wear pointed-toe crystal high heels or platform, bright purple crystal stilettos, which she especially enjoyed using her proud and disdainful demeanor to punish this ferocious and savage beast with her purple silk-stockinged, crystal-heeled feet. (The last two lines are a nonsensical string of characters and don't translate directly.)

So much so that during the three days the man rested, not only her, but also the other female knights and maids, often had thick, sticky, and persistent white discharge in their bright amethyst high heels, shiny silver boots, and black platform lacquered maid stilettos. As a result, during these three days, their alluring faces were basically in a state of charming spring-like beauty.

Compared to Asmody, a reliable and steady man with no flaws other than his lust, or rather, because of that burly beast, his lust was hardly a flaw.

Her offspring, however, after Asmo took their place, were extremely cowardly and believed that her sacrifice to protect them was a pure act, which led to a rebellion. They even attempted to break into the castle of this dignified and charming woman who had given birth to them, Zisi.

If Asmodalan hadn't left behind the Knights of the Purple Nightingale as a backup plan to quell the rebellion, and all her children had been executed, she would probably be spending the rest of her life as a slave in a debauched dungeon, protected only by her own humiliating sacrifice.

Chapter 146 Peep-Toe Heels and Red-Soled Heels

It must be said that when Asmodian first took her in, he thought she was just an ordinary noblewoman. He only valued her ability to manage her territory in an orderly manner, and thus took her in as a slave.

But after burying her cowardly offspring who had tried to possess her, this noblewoman became his personal purple-haired slave, originally only responsible for managing the market in Castellania for him.

It was from this point on that Asmodian began to notice Eleanor's other qualities besides her dignified and elegant demeanor.

She had a wise and meticulous approach to managing the market and the economy. It wasn't that her economic strategies were particularly advanced, but rather that her management style reflected a gentle, detailed, and delicate mind.

Managing a market doesn't require advanced concepts or exceptional skills; what's needed is patience and meticulous attention to detail to manage the incredibly complex market transactions in an orderly manner.

Therefore, this woman was taken in by Asmoder and became his personal female slave, who was responsible for handling some meticulous economic matters for him on a daily basis.

However, her meticulous attention to detail in managing her territory is of little use right now.

"Eek?~~Gurgle?~~"

The elegant and alluring purple silk, the plump breasts and mature buttocks exuding the sweet fragrance of mature femininity, were casually placed on the bar table by Asmoda, like a female dog that had been used.

Her mature face, glistening with fragrant sweat, was radiant with a seductive and alluring charm. Her peach-purple eyes, brimming with spring water, were completely rolled upwards, and her honeyed tongue was half-protruding.

Those two mounds of creamy, white, and plump breasts were completely transformed into whatever Asmodé used as a milk bottle, overflowing with sweet, ripe milk that splattered onto the hard bar counter, adding a sweet, creamy aroma to the already feminine atmosphere of the banquet.

Two mounds of ripe, voluptuous buttocks, overflowing with the sweet fragrance of mature honey, were completely transformed into Asmodie's exclusive harpoon sheath. Soaked in the splattered honey and spring juices, they became slick and oily, and were trembling as if being displayed as trophies, as they were rolled onto the round stool.

The plump, oily abalone, with its soft, rich, and juicy stamens, has been completely shaped by Asmody into its own unique form, dripping with thick, sticky, and viscous white liquid.

Asmodie, this raging and savage bull, was like a savage beast that had barged into this glamorous noblewoman's dinner party. After enjoying Eleanor, this dignified and alluring purple-silk slave girl, he drove his increasingly ferocious and muscular lance toward his next target.

Wearing an elegant and luxurious night-blue halter-neck silk mini-dress, Helen Randolph's voluptuous breasts and soft hips exude a graceful and feminine beauty.

Wearing a luxurious and elegant coffee-colored low-cut silk slip dress, Ashley Randolph exudes a proud and alluring charm with her ample breasts and rounded hips.

These two noblewomen reacted very differently to Asmody, the savage and furious bull. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"You savage, lowly bull? ~ Next ~ which noblewoman do you desire? ~~" The elegant and graceful woman in black stockings, with the gentle movements of a noblewoman looking down upon a lowly beast, arrogantly raised her soft, plump breasts, encased in elegant night-blue lace rose-trimmed, long, glossy black stockings.

A pair of smooth, soft, glossy black silk-stockinged feet, adorned with night-blue peep-toe stiletto sandals, stomped contemptuously on that massive, ferocious beast that exuded an aura of savage wildness.

As if disgusted by the raging, savage bull's approach, her soft, smooth toes, adorned with alluring night-blue nail polish and glossy black stockings, pressed down slightly on Asmody's proud, erect beast, separated only by a thin, semi-transparent night-blue crystal shoe tip.

"Please stay away from me, you filthy, lowly beast!" The haughty and alluring beauty lightly covered her full red lips with a lace folding fan engraved with black openwork roses, making no attempt to hide her disgust and contempt. She raised her long, slender black stockings that covered her glossy, translucent buttocks, revealing her plump and slender legs like honeyed pillars.

A pair of elegant and alluring black silk stockings, languidly and disdainfully lifting black and red pearl-strap suspenders, revealing her toes in sky-high heels, with an arrogant and seductive posture like a noble lady driving away a lowly beast, stepping on the beast's head that was approaching.

As if expressing the same disgust and contempt for this savage bull, Mei's elegant, exquisite, jade-like, lustrous feet, adorned with alluring red nail polish, were treaded on the glossy black silk stockings of this ferocious beast, dripping with sticky, viscous female nectar, beneath her gleaming black silk stockings, separated only by the thin toe of her black-soled, red-heeled high heels.

However, despite their expressions of expulsion, contempt, and disgust, they seemed completely unconcerned that their soft, glistening black silk toes, and their exquisite, lustrous black silk toes, were stained with the thick, white fluid from the bull's head, leaving only traces of filth.

Furthermore, they completely disregarded the fact that their exquisite, semi-transparent crystal high heels and luxurious, bright red-soled halter-neck stilettos would stain the tips of their noble and alluring shoes with a sticky mixture of thick, turbid fluids from female whispers after stepping on this savage beast.

"What a vile beast! Do you really enjoy being humiliated by your female slave's crystal high heels?" The elegant and graceful woman swayed the white jade porcelain cup in her hand, looking down at the savage beast that was still erect and thick, even oozing a few drops of wild white fluid, under her alluring black silk fish-mouth crystal high heels.

"Such a savage and lowly beast? ~ Is it only fit to be trampled and humiliated by my red-soled high-heeled shoes? ~" The haughty and charming beauty raised her crystal goblet, looking down at the beast that was being humiliated by her seductive red-soled high heels with an arrogant and disgusted air.

Their elegant and graceful beauty, their proud and alluring black silk stockings, are not only renowned in their respective territories, but any one of them would be extremely coveted and desired in the outside world.

Their peep-toe crystal high heels and black lacquered red open-toe high heels, still retaining the intoxicating fragrance and warmth of orchids, were once coveted items that nobles and lords would spend a fortune to acquire.

In Asmodie's presence, neither the elegant, sliding peep-toe pearl-strap stilettos nor the black lacquered red-soled pearl-strap peep-toe stilettos were anything more than luxury shoes he could wear at will.

However, at this moment, he is like a savage, raging bull that has stormed into the banquet, while Helen and Ashley, the two beauties, are like noble ladies who maintain their elegant demeanor towards this enraged bull who has just finished with a purple-silk noblewoman, allowing him to violate them at will with contempt and arrogance.

"A vile beast?~~"

However, after giving Asmodie a particularly disdainful and indifferent look, the two noblewomen withdrew their haughty and alluring eyes, and leaned against the bar with their soft, plump legs crossed and their alluring black stockings swaying languidly, engaging in elegant conversation with Osalia.

"Another Scarlet Mary, please?"

"Shall I have a cup of Golden Dream?"

Two elegant ladies presented empty crystal goblets. The plump breasts beneath her night-blue halter-neck silk dress, and her round, snow-white, smooth breasts, were like milk cakes and white peaches exuding a sweet, milky aroma, as they were placed on the wine table.

Beneath the table, they stepped onto the elegant, luxurious peep-toe crystal stilettos and the noble, vibrant black-faced, red-soled sky-high sandals worn by this savage bull, without retracting them. Instead, they continued to trample on this ferocious beast exuding savage energy with a contemptuous and languidly seductive posture.

The elegant and graceful woman in black stockings seemed completely oblivious to the fact that her luxurious and elegant night-blue peep-toe pearl-strap crystal low-cut heels were stained with thick, sticky white fluid from Asmodie. She simply used a languid, elegant gesture, like a noblewoman bestowing a gift upon a lowly male servant, to tread on the savage beast with her fragrant black stocking and crystal high-heeled foot.

The soft, plump, and lustrous black silk stockings exude a smooth, fleshy feel and a delicate, mellow fragrance. The tender black toes, adorned with night-blue rose nail polish, peek out from the fish-mouth opening made of night-blue gauze. In a languid and relaxed manner, they reveal a mature black silk foot cave composed of black silk toes and a night-blue semi-transparent crystal shoe opening.

As her soft, lustrous black toes lazily stretched out, through the gaps filled with a rich, subtle fragrance, glimpses of her supple, fleshy toes encased in sheer, glossy black stockings were revealed, fitting perfectly against the smooth, warm, night-blue crystal shoe surface.

It is foreseeable that if one were to force their black-stockinged toes through the peep-toe opening of these crystal high heels into the smooth, fragrant black-stockinged toes and crystal soles, even the most enraged bull would only end up staining the crystal soles and black-stockinged soles with sticky white fluid.

The haughty and alluring beauty in black stockings is different from Helen; she is more contemptuous and makes no attempt to hide her disgust and arrogance as if looking at a lowly beast.

She was completely unconcerned about Asmodian's savage beast, even though the shoes were stained with white grime and the beast's savage aura, she still trampled the beast on the bright red sole with a contemptuous and arrogant attitude.

Exquisite and lustrous, this popular style of glossy black stockings exudes captivating charm. Even with just a touch of languid red-based stilettos, it's undeniably alluring. Not only does it exude a seductive fragrance, but the glossy black stockings, adorned with vibrant red rose nail polish, are also subtly accentuated by the thin black sheer straps.

This left her five delicate, white toes, along with her soft, smooth toes wrapped in glossy black stockings, completely exposed before this ferocious beast exuding a savage aura.

Her languid yet arrogantly alluring posture was a complete seduction of this raging, savage beast. She parted her beautiful toes, adorned with vibrant red roses, and darted into the alluring, fragrant soles of her black-stockinged feet. Pressing against the still-warm, seductive red soles, she penetrated between the glossy, oily red uppers and her noble, alluring, glossy black-stockinged feet.

These bright red, sky-high heels and black stockings, designed solely for the purpose of extracting juice from silken feet, are used as black stockings and red-soled high-heeled shoes to unleash a savage rage.

Chapter 147 The Late-Night Negotiation of the Young Woman in Black Stockings

Helen Randolph, this elegant and graceful woman in black stockings, strictly speaking, did not belong to the noblewoman conquered by Asmodie.

She came from the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, or rather, from the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild under the Duchess Orissa.

This woman, with her beautiful and elegant appearance, is actually a woman with a ripe and alluring body.

Her viscount husband was particularly incompetent and arrogant, and so weak that he couldn't even enter the bridal chamber on their wedding night. He did nothing but drink and indulge in the pleasures of his mistresses.

If one were to say that Helen and Dolores are particularly similar, both of their husbands are incompetent and arrogant, the only difference being that Castor is more cowardly, and both of their viscountdoms rely entirely on her to maintain political and economic stability.

It was thanks to her that this viscountry was able to maintain itself, and because of her position as one of the vice presidents of the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild, she brought a great deal of trade to the territory, making this viscountry increasingly wealthy and even surpassing the Earldom of Dorne.

And this beautiful woman in black stockings with a soft, supple body, was she also a gift from Duchess Orissa to Asmodée, this raging, savage bull?

A few days ago, this beautiful woman, brimming with springtime charm, arrived in Castella ahead of Orisa, citing the need to investigate the business and trade details of the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild.

When she saw the tall, strong, handsome Asmodie, her still-virgin, mature body couldn't help but go slightly weak. Especially when the man approached, his body, as hard and solid as a marble sculpture, was like a strong bull, capable of using her as the most seductive and voluptuous noblewoman's armor, and thrusting his hips to violate her.

Compared to her cowardly and incompetent husband who couldn't even hold a regular knight's longsword properly, it was obvious that this tall and valiant knight commander, with his strong and solid muscles alone, could crush a bull with his bare hands.