Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

"Otherwise what? No one would willingly accept such a disgusting punishment!"

Hetia's pretty face flushed red, and she gritted her teeth as she spoke. Although she had shown all sorts of shameful sides to Ryūka in private, today was different. Not only was it a rare occasion with the whole group together, but Nemi, whom she didn't even know well, was also there. If she were to perform that shameful act according to the card, she'd rather kill her. "You chant, I chant, but I haven't chanted enough, Lin, are you there yet..."

But Kania's strange behavior also caught Hetia's attention. She looked at the little witch suspiciously and couldn't help but ask:

"Why do you seem unwilling... Kania, could it be that this card..."

"Haha~ How could that be~ Even for me, to do something so shameful in front of everyone..." Kania's explanation seemed weak and feeble. Just imagining herself wearing a nose hook and restraints in front of other girls, holding her head in her hands, spreading her legs, and fawning over her little lover, Kania couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, as if she had just had a mini-orgasm...

Although the little witch is a combination of extreme masochism and sadism, she always appears as the dominant, empress in front of Ryuka's other lovers. Therefore, this kind of shameful punishment that abandons her dignity is an imagination she dares not admit yet is incredibly fascinated by. However, the thought that the card she inserted for tonight's complete enjoyment would be destroyed makes it impossible to carry out the punishment legitimately, so Kania has no choice but to do everything she can to stop Hetia.

"I mean, look, this card has 10 points, that's a really high number. Forgot the person with the highest points gets a month of enhancements? Even if you're not happy about it, keep it for now. Maybe in the end, it'll determine who the winner is, and someone might be willing to trade..."

Although Kania's explanation still aroused Hetia's suspicion, she looked at the card in her hand, which indeed showed ten points. Hetia then looked at the others who had drawn the shameful punishment; their relatively normal games only had two or three points, some even just one.

The second to react was Zona, who seemed eager to win. She immediately approached Hetia with her two 'Foot Service' cards and offered to exchange them.

"Miss Hetia, is this something you can accept?"

“Well, that’s true, but you…” Hetia looked at the cold, dark elf shadow guard. Although she considered herself a lowly servant of Ryusha, Hetia couldn’t imagine that this girl, who exuded a cold and shadowy aura, would be willing to do such a thing.

The others hesitated, especially those who had drawn the "serious task" card. The "serious task" card left them with nothing to do this round. Although they had to sit in the evil chairs in the pause area, it was just to get through this round; the slight tremors were merely foreplay and nothing serious. But missing out on a round to earn points was indeed somewhat frustrating.

Only now did they realize the wickedness of the game, leaving them hesitant between shame and desire. They blushed and whispered curses at Liuxia, who was secretly enjoying herself.

"Hmm, even though it's ten o'clock, I'll pass... I'm not in the mood yet, I can't do something like that, I'll wait for the later rounds..."

Hafulen made the first decision, and Ryusha watched as she walked briskly to his side, revealing the card in her hand. 'Oral service,' a fairly ordinary task, with only two points, but he wasn't picky, after all, he could have a lot of fun tonight.

Ryuka sat comfortably on the soft chair, opened her legs, and watched as Haifulian glared at her with a charming yet angry look. Then, she obediently knelt down slowly between her legs, tucking her slightly longer white hair behind her ears so it wouldn't get in the way.

"Wait, Heflint, can you switch with me?"

Just as she unbuckled the boy's belt, one hand supporting his burning hot member, and opened her cherry lips to extend her soft, fragrant tongue, Kira stopped her. Kira appeared somewhat shy and dejected, and displayed her own card.

Both points are about 'breast service'...

Hafulen paused for a moment, looking at Kira's slender figure. While not exactly thin, her delicate size was certainly not suitable for Ryūsha's manhood. She herself, though not as voluptuous as Megan or Hetia, should be just as well.

"Hmm, that's fine. Would you like to go first?"

Seeing that the two beauties had left him hanging, they started discussing things amongst themselves. The impatient young man stood up, pulled Kira to the bedside, slapped her on the bottom, and said:

"You might as well all come together!"

He then lay down on the bed, easily lifted Kira up, placed her upside down beside him, and raised an eyebrow at Heflian.

Heflian chuckled at the boy's impatient look, and then, like Hetia, unbuttoned her dress shirt, revealing two warm, snow-white mounds from her bra, slightly damp with sweat and fragrance, which she reluctantly tucked back in...

A warm and soft touch came over him. Ryuga watched as the female knight relentlessly pressed her breasts together with both hands, giving him unparalleled pleasure. This was nothing to the Great Knight Heflian's physique. Then he slipped his hand between Kira's smooth thighs and gave her an order:

"There's still more than half empty~ Let's lubricate the sea lily with our saliva~"

Kira let out a soft moan, her thighs involuntarily clamping together. The soft, moist flesh between her thighs made the boy's hands feel like they were in heaven. She couldn't resist giving the boy's inner thigh a light bite, then obediently swept one side of her hair aside and buried her head in it. The familiar taste and shape of the boy immediately entered her mouth, while her nose touched Heflian's breasts, which carried a hint of her own fragrance. This double service instantly aroused Kira...

Hearing the gradually rising sound of water, Melanie stretched, stood up, and walked towards the chairs in the pause area.

"I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, but I drew the important task of 'helping build a magic academy,' which is something I can do. I'll just enjoy the show for now~"

She nonchalantly removed her mage's robes, confidently displaying her supermodel figure. After the daytime 'forced marriage' incident was resolved by Ryūka, she seemed to be increasingly infatuated with him. The ice and snow grand mage rested one hand on her slender waist, honed through martial arts training, her long, beautiful legs adorned only with a pair of ice crystal high heels. As if walking onto a stage, she sat down in that unbearably uncomfortable chair, the narrow seat perfectly pressing against her fair thighs, her thighs' beautiful lines accentuated by the half-squatting posture. Melanie scratched her frizzy, ice-blue short hair, threw a confident glance at Ryūka, raised her hands to let the upper body brace wrap around her, and then waited for the brace to move under the pressure.

"Hmm~ This thing Anyaberg made~ Ha~ It's really good~ Ryuka, when are you going to bring her in too? Just having her make this kind of thing without trying to win her over, isn't that a bit too unromantic?"

As the magic crystal activated, a buzzing sound arose, and Melanie couldn't help but furrow her brow and groan. As Kania had said, the slight vibrations from the mere touch to her sensitive spots were indeed unbearable, but as a warm-up foreplay, it felt alright, especially since Ryūka was currently toying with the other two, making Melanie feel like an audience member. The only slightly shameful and uncomfortable part was the humiliating posture of her legs spread wide, half-squatting, and raising her arms to spread her body. This made her nerves relax completely, her body trembling uncontrollably, yet every detail was exposed to Ryūka's admiring gaze and the slight torment of the instrument…

Hetia was still debating whether to switch with Zona when she saw the three of them join the game, which annoyed her, especially since her rival Melanie was openly enjoying herself while showing Ryusha her position on the chair, which made her mentally complain.

You slut! I hope you get an even more humiliating punishment next time!

Megan finally took action. She only drew a mild card that allowed her to 'play with herself while serving,' which only had one point. But she felt that whatever she drew would make her master happy, so she swayed her voluptuous waist and slowly took off her knight's uniform.

Soon, she was only wearing black stockings on her thighs, exuding a mature and alluring fragrance. The edges of the cotton stockings on her full thighs were held together by garter belts, connecting to the belt at her waist, adding a touch of sensuality to the black clothing that contrasted against her fair skin. She obediently climbed onto the bed, her plump buttocks raised high, and gently lifted Ryusha's upper body, letting him lean against her soft body, so that she could enjoy a better view of the two men serving her and Melanie on the shelf in front of her.

As she stroked Ryuka's soft hair, she gently licked the boy's ear with her red lips. Her heart trembled at the sight of this boy, who had already conquered her, his clothes half-undone. In a seductive voice, she whispered, "Master, please allow me to begin playing with my shameful, lowly parts..."

"Granted!"

As Ryusha listened to Megan's seductive whispers, the thought of this wicked female knight transforming into her current state filled him with an exciting sense of conquest. At his command, Megan slipped her other hand between her wet, warm legs, and soon began to tremble slightly.

But she suppressed her voice, her mind firmly set on the fact that she was merely Ryūka's slave, a slave who had dared to look down on her master and even dared to challenge him, a slave who was ungrateful and ignorant. The fact that her master hadn't killed her or tortured her to death was already an immense act of mercy, and that he had even treated her so well at the banquet today only strengthened Megan's loyalty to Ryūka.

That's right, she was to be loyal to Ryūka's possession, not even allowed to make a sound without her master's permission, even if she could only silently become his toy for the rest of her life. Megan gently moved her fingers, making her body even hotter and softer. Ryūka, meanwhile, enjoyed Megan's increasingly heavy, mature breathing in his ear and the comfortable massage from her other hand, and looked at the remaining three.

"I...I'd rather not change it..."

Hetia glanced at Ryūka's teasing gaze and couldn't help but swallow, her muscular body instantly going limp. The punishment that had just felt incredibly shameful gradually became less unbearable under the stimulation of the ambiguous atmosphere permeating the room.

Hmph! I'm doing this for points! That's right! To earn the chance to upgrade!

"Is that so..." Zona looked regretful and unwilling, but she decided to faithfully serve her master according to the instructions of her card. Ryuka watched as the shadow guard girl squeezed onto the bed, and merely smiled as she touched Zona's chin; Zona's eyes burned with desire. The brown-haired girl untied her boot laces, kicked off her leather boots, and then used her little finger to hook off the white socks from her ankles, exposing her delicate and sexy soles to the air.

Seeing that her two mounds of tender flesh were already red and sore from being squeezed, Heflian immediately made room for Zona, wanting to take a break. But Ryusha pulled her to her side and brazenly climbed her soft mounds with his fingers, causing Heflian to immediately become dazed and pant heavily.

Meanwhile, Zona served Kira with her feet. Half of a shadow guard assassin's skill lay in silent yet incredibly swift footwork; her beautiful feet were naturally agile and powerful, with precise control over their force. The blood of the dark elf surged within her, and through the link of secret techniques, she could sense her master's intentions without Ryusha even needing to speak. Moistened by Kira's saliva, the boy's pleasure continued to rise…

Chapter 12 The Isolated Engineering Girl and the End of the First Round

Under the same night sky, the scene inside the magic workshop in Linhu Town was quite different.

Anjaberg was lying on the small bed in his studio, staring at his certificate as a Bachelor of Magic Engineering and chuckling to himself.

"Hehe, a Grand Scholar, an eighteen-year-old Grand Scholar... the youngest Grand Scholar since the establishment of the Department of Magical Engineering... who is it? It's so hard to guess!"

She rolled over in a flash, her small, soft breasts, encased in her loose shirt, bounced twice, and she held the certificate up to the ceiling.

"That's right! It's me, the genius~~ Ugh~~~ Ah!!!"

As for the knighthood awarded by Emperor Otus, she tossed it aside, showing no interest whatsoever.

However, Anjaberg's excitement didn't last long; her cat-like lips drooped. She released her grip, letting the certificate slap against her face, then held it aside, revealing somewhat bewildered, reddish eyes.

She is indeed a genius, but the key ideas for creating the magical weapons that she has achieved great results were all given to her by Ryuka.

What is that brat doing now? He must be shamelessly celebrating with Kania and the others, right?

It wasn't that Ryusha didn't invite Anyaberg to the banquet in Sochi; rather, she declined. Anyaberg had no desire to dress like a theatrical clown and receive flattery from nobles who disregarded knowledge but were fanatical about the money and power it generated.

Only those who share a similar interest in knowledge and science can truly understand you.

The image of the boy sometimes mischievously denying his own flawed ideas, sometimes pondering his theoretical pronouncements, and sometimes marveling at his achievements flashed through Anjaberg's mind.

"Damn it, she has such a smart brain, but it's been stuffed full of filth... and she even asked me to make that kind of thing..."

There was another reason why Anyaberg wasn't going to Sochi. She knew that Ryuka and the other girls would definitely be having a secret party tonight, and she'd have nothing to do after enduring the boring banquet, so she figured she might as well stay at the magic workshop and do something she liked.

Feelings are unpredictable, and the right atmosphere won't wait forever. During countless research sessions with Ryuka, Anjaberg and he were always so engrossed, their minds completely focused on calculations and experiments. Even the accidental touch of their fingertips didn't bother the girl.

While Ryukatsu was away busy with other things, Anyaberg would often be engrossed in the world of magical engineering, biting her pen. When she suddenly figured it out and was about to share her solution, the boy who used to cheer for her was no longer there, and a feeling of emptiness welled up inside her.

Even though she knew perfectly well that the boy didn't care about matters of the heart, she just couldn't bring herself to say it. Perhaps it was because she usually acted as if she had absolutely no interest in anything outside of magical engineering that Ryuka hadn't actively tried to probe him.

Wait, wait, wait! Thinking like that is like saying I like him! What a joke! Liking someone is just a physiological reaction between animals! As long as you relieve stress regularly, interactions between men and women are just a time-consuming burden that slows down research efficiency!

Anjaberg sat up abruptly in bed and took a small bottle from her secret little box.

That's right, this is the magic potion that Zanni sent when she made the roulette wheel and the restraint frame. Anjaberg secretly kept some of it.

"This is so annoying. I get hot and bothered just thinking about that guy lately... It's really affecting my time..."

As if following an experimental procedure, she opened the bottle without any fanfare, picked out a little bit with her finger and put it into her shorts. After feeling her body heat up, she took out her beloved stress-relieving gadget.

"That's right, this is the most efficient solution... Hiss~"

The girl lay on her side on the bed, arching her back with her hands between her legs and her forehead resting on her knees. Except for a slight tremor in her body and the cute, twitching of her toes, she seemed frozen in place. Until a jolt ran through her body, and after a shudder, Anyaberg slowly sat up, panting, her face showing a serene and silent acceptance of the world.

"Next projects: new magical weapons, materials science analysis, textile machinery, magical theory research, the magical engineering transformation of magic circles... Which one should I choose, kukuku~ They're all interesting and good kids~ Waiting for me to take care of them one by one~"

A happy, silly smile appeared on her face, but then, her thoughts unconsciously shifted from 'which research topic I want to work on' to 'what Liuxia needs me to do most right now'. Realizing this, Anyaberg paused, turning to look at herself in the mirror.

Her messy red short hair clung to her face with sweat, and her fair complexion still bore the lingering flush. While undeniably cute, her eyes were vacant, giving her an inexplicably disheveled and forlorn air. Anyaberg watched, lost in thought. After a long while, the girl twirled the ends of her messy hair, looked at herself in the mirror, and murmured:

"Should I make some changes...?"

The equipment created by the engineering girl was slowly vibrating, casting an ambiguous bass tone in the room filled with the sounds of birdsong. Accompanied by the sweet, slowly seeping fluid from the great magician, the red-haired female knight, in her humiliation to achieve a perfect ten points, donned a sow's outfit, swaying her breasts and burying her head in her hands, murmuring to the boy who was being served by a group of beautiful women of varying styles…

Now, only Kania remains without a choice, and looking at the scene before her, she can't help but feel anxious.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!!! What's going on? Everyone else is having a great time, except me! This is completely different from my plan!

Holding the absurd card in her hand, she couldn't help but feel wronged. While developing her territory was equally important—whether it was cultivating farmland and ranching or developing the economy—it was something that would happen sooner or later, something Kania would do obediently even without this game. But it shouldn't have been interrupted from tonight's pleasure-seeking!

The sight that met her eyes made her tremble. Kania looked at Ryuka with a resentful expression and pouted. Ryuka, who was enjoying himself, saw this and deliberately smiled at her.

Kania couldn't help but worry. Had Ryusha really switched the roulette wheel back to random mode, or was he deliberately messing with her and punishing her for cheating?

What if, what if, all the cards I draw later turn out to be empty? Then the anticipated unbridled pleasure would become a punishment of abstinence for the whole night!

But the thought that this was also a form of punishment triggered something in Kania's mind. She felt dissatisfied yet rubbed her inner thighs as she looked towards the pause zone where she was supposed to go this round.

Melanie was already drenched in sweat on that row of strange chairs. With a buzzing vibration, she slightly parted her lips and rhythmically controlled her breathing, her hazy eyes fixed on the group of people reveling on the large bed in front of her.

The great mage, a prodigy, seemed eager to approach, but the restraints firmly bound her already flushed, sexy body. Her body, aroused by the vibrations of the narrow chair, helplessly tried to close, but was forced into a humiliating half-squatting position. Her flat stomach contracted and relaxed, her navel seemed to tremble with the vibrations, and the faint veins on her fair feet, exposed by her ice-blue high heels, were clearly visible—her toes were helplessly curling inwards…

Melanie seemed to notice Kania's gaze. She turned her head, her face already showing obvious desire, and smiled seductively at Kania, asking:

"Why aren't you... coming over yet...? Ha~"

A corset-like bra was constricting her breasts, releasing tingling electric shocks that made her long neck twitch. Kania knew this was unbearable; it felt like a gentle caress, both itchy and pleasurable, but impossible to bring true pleasure.

In particular, the slight protrusion on the narrow chair surface pressed against Melanie's flawless white crotch, gently pushing into the recessed entrance, but only to that extent, stimulating every nerve in the entrance from all angles, while leaving the depths mired in endless emptiness.

Juices were flowing out… Kania watched as the bound Melanie struggled to move her hips, trying to achieve more relief through friction, but to no avail. The restraints allowed for a slight sway, but it was far from enough to alleviate the physical discomfort. This was a gap deliberately left by Ryuka, intended to allow her to see the beauties helplessly, pitifully, and humiliatedly trembling their shapely buttocks above her…

If this is also a punishment... then... then it's not unacceptable...

Kania sighed, gave Ryusha a resentful look, then gently removed her clothes and resignedly climbed onto the shelf to keep Melanie company.

However, just as she was bound, Ryuka grinned wickedly and flicked his aura at the machine, striking a switch with pinpoint accuracy, plunging Kania's senses into despair.

"Wait, wait... This, this is 'destruction' mode... I'm just stopping this round!"

Kania felt the ducts in her private parts begin to secrete a slippery liquid, which was quickly absorbed upon contact with her skin. Soon, a burning, itchy sensation spread throughout her body.

Regardless of the two pink ones above

Her most exquisite part, her forced-open groin, even the soft soles of her feet, were all soaked in the potion. But the chair's vibrations maintained their unhurried rhythm, which tormented Kania. She gritted her teeth, desperately shaking her body, her soft flesh trembling wildly, and screamed at Ryūka:

"Ryu, Ryuka...stop, stop! Something's wrong!"

Ryuka watched as the little witch trembled uncontrollably, seemingly unable to maintain her witch form. Her disheveled hair shifted back and forth between starlight-shimmering purple and flaxen, making her look completely broken. She laughed and said:

"No, that's punishment for cheating!"

Cheating? The other girls looked surprised, but after hearing Ryuka's explanation, they all suddenly realized what was going on.

"I see, Miss Kania, then you're in the wrong."

"Yeah, they said there would be a big prize for first place, but it turns out they just wanted to have fun and take first place! Pshaw!"

"Hmph~ Let's just punish Kania by depriving her of this for the whole night~" Kira was the most wicked of all. After all, she had been staying with Kania in Linhu Town, unaware of Kania's scheming. She deliberately stared at the little witch who was about to cry with a playful look in front of Kania, while holding Ryusha's private parts with both hands and slowly licking them from the base to the tip with her tongue, a look of enjoyment on her face.

"No, no, that won't do!" Kania pleaded pitifully. "Please, Ryuka, stop, I'm going to pee..."

"No way! If you get the floor dirty, you'll have to clean it up with your mouth in front of everyone!"

Meanwhile, another person was furious at this moment, and that was Hetia, who had taken off her Princess Knight attire and put on the perverted straitjacket prepared by Kania.

Hetia's delicate, upturned nose was twisted into a shameful and ugly shape, and her entire face expression became utterly distorted. Her body was bound by crisscrossing leather straps, and the soft white flesh squeezed out from the edges of the leather gave the female knight's sexy body a pitiful and miserable feel, while her pair of plump, snow-white breasts were even more astonishing.

Her ample thighs were clad in the same black stockings as Megan's, radiating a faint, sultry sheen of sweat, dangling from her waist by straps; nothing else. This appearance was entirely thanks to Kania… not to mention the earrings and round tail on her head. Had Hetia had a mirror, she would have wanted to kill herself.

Even with her resentment, Hetia couldn't stop halfway; she didn't want to suffer an even more humiliating punishment from Ryūka. So she kept her hands behind her head, pulling her high ponytail upwards, her legs shamefully spread apart, her tongue lolling out as she swayed her body in front of Ryūka, uttering words that made her feverish and her mind go blank:

"I...I am a shameless female pig...I hope my fawning dance will please my master...Oink oink oink...Oink oink oink..."

Kania's distressed cries and Hetia's performance of losing her will were reflected in Ryusha's eyes from the left and right. He enjoyed the service of Zona's beautiful feet and Kira's mouth. The pleasure he had accumulated could no longer be suppressed, and he pressed Kira's head down hard.

"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh! Pfft~ Cough cough cough!!!"

Kira felt her throat was about to burst, desperately trying to give her beloved the most comfortable release, but it still couldn't hold. Meanwhile, Megan behind her instantly brought her face close, opening her mouth without leaving any gap the moment Kira pulled away. Her unwarmed throat plunged in, writhing as Ryusha released, providing a perfect ending to the first round of the game…

Chapter 13 The Shaman Girl and the Fake Magician

On the streets of Sochi at night, carriages were leaving one after another as nobles with nearby territories or residences within the city departed after attending banquets. The soldiers of Sochi, having completed their shift change, returned to their camps with a good allowance, basking in the joy of the governor's inauguration. The newly appointed soldiers continued to guard the city walls and streets, especially the inner city area, which had been specifically instructed by Liu Xia.

The density of nobles is quite high today, so we must be careful in everything we do. This was the message he conveyed to his subordinates.