Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

Nemi nodded, and taking advantage of Ryusha's inattention, she gently hooked her long, slender, and strong beautiful feet around the boy's waist, then pulled her legs together, offering her pure body parallel to the ground.

"Sigh~~"

Does it hurt?

Nemi shook her head and whispered in Ryusha's ear, "Comfortable."

Although the Dark Elf bloodline wasn't as abundant, her body, which had been dormant since birth, was now experiencing an extreme release. Feeling the girl in his arms begin to sway gently on her own, Ryuka showed no mercy and quickly began to whip her wantonly.

The dark elf's secret technique was consummated at this moment. The loyal maiden abandoned all dignity and obstacles, and brazenly called out the word "master" in her melodious voice, begging to be granted bliss.

But a fledgling is still a fledgling. Under Ryuka's skill, it only lasted half an hour before ejaculating seven or eight times, then convulsed and fainted, exiting the game in last place...

But she bought the remaining people time to recover their strength. The rested beauties rubbed their aching backs and trembling thighs, and looked at each other.

The current scores are: Kania 27 points, Hetia 31 points, Melanie 26 points, Haflian 25 points, Kira 19 points, Megan 22 points, Zona 29 points...

Aside from the most reserved Kira and the unassuming Megan, the rest of the contestants were all close in points. Some were aiming for the month-long boost for the top spot, while others wanted a higher ranking to earn the chance for a sweet date or a gift made by the boy himself. And then there were those who... just wanted to enjoy themselves a few more times...

Chapter 15 An Unexpected Secret Visit and the Ancestral Shaman Spirit

On the other side, Esther was clearly no match for the others behind her.

So she hadn't gone far when she was caught up by three people behind her at a corner of an alley. But before they could speak, Esther made a 'shh' gesture, silencing the three people behind her.

The three followed Esther's gaze and saw a hooded woman step out of a carriage at the back gate of a mansion off the main road. After glancing around, she cautiously entered the house.

As for who that person was, Esther could see it very clearly.

Adele, that woman with the beautiful long blonde hair. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous sentence.)

How did she end up here? Most of the people in Clovis's camp had seen this woman who provided them with the communication crystal ball and other intelligence.

Moreover, Adela actively sought to establish new business relationships with those who had acquired territory in Sochi, and would occasionally visit them, bypassing Clovis. This is why Esther was able to borrow dresses from her.

However, the mansion she had just entered did not belong to any of the northern nobles.

"This is Joe Harvey's house, one of the Fourth Prince's men, that gay guy."

Weston spoke in a low voice. Although he wasn't a die-hard Clovis supporter, he did have some dealings with Adela. If this shrewd woman also had connections with the Fourth Prince's faction, it wouldn't be good news for them, the northern nobles.

Esther understood this principle well, and because of her interest in making money, she interacted with Adèle more frequently. However, she didn't easily trust this woman who wanted to monopolize various trading rights in her territory; it was just a matter of having multiple channels and methods, and she even got a dress for the banquet for free. Seeing Adèle here now was a complete surprise to Esther.

Because on the very day she lent Adela her dress, Adela had declared she would never dare enter Sochi, since Ryukyu already knew her name and appearance. Esther didn't care about this past mess; whether Adela had worked for Clovis to sabotage Ryukyu's rear or had her own ulterior motives was irrelevant. After all, in the eyes of nobles, a merchant was just a merchant.

Even the most impoverished nobles are no exception, not to mention the Esther and Miller families, who have now made a small comeback and regained their territory.

But for Ryūsha, it was a different story. As far as Esther knew, Ryūsha's relationship with the Merchant Guild was quite delicate. On one hand, Ryūsha still needed the trade network and capabilities controlled by the Merchant Guild to procure what he needed from all over the continent for his new territory. On the other hand, after previous conflicts, Ryūsha had also begun to be wary of them.

Not to mention, Adela was a woman he had indirectly clashed with. Although for Ryukyu now, a governor-general might look down on a small merchant who had once disrupted logistics, and wouldn't necessarily need to personally intervene, sending one of his lovers, a female knight, with an army to arrest her was already showing respect for a merchant, even though she had once served the Third Prince.

But what if this businesswoman also has connections with the fourth prince, who is nominally an ally of hers...?

Esther couldn't help but wonder what benefits she could gain by selling this information to Ryukyu.

Even the unpleasant feelings in my heart disappeared without a trace; it seems that money really can relieve people's worries.

Although Viscount Miller and Paruru didn't know Joe Harvey and Adela, they understood that things were not simple when they heard the words "Fourth Prince" from Weston. So they obediently kept quiet and waited for Esther to calm down and turn around before silently walking back to the tavern, and then asked their questions one by one.

"First of all, nothing happened between me and that kid."

Esther frowned as she looked at her worried father, then shared some of the information with Weston.

"That young man is indeed very ambitious and wants to promote economic reform in the Sochi province. Although I only know about one aspect, namely cotton textile industry cultivation and animal husbandry, and the reform of the clothing industry, I'm afraid it's not limited to that. If he has the ability in these areas, what about others? We've already seen housing and road construction and military operations, but what about trade? Catering? Entertainment? I think this governor will have a lot of ideas about anything related to money..."

Esther calmly offered her conclusion: following Ryūsha meant there was plenty to be had. If Clovis couldn't physically eliminate the boy, the Sochi province would only become more secure under his rule. The northern nobles who had acquired territories there would gradually be swayed by the promise of gold.

"Thank you, Miss Miller. I didn't expect you to be willing to share these things with me."

"Thank you, Miss Miller. I didn't expect you to be willing to share these things with me."

Weston was somewhat surprised. Esther's intelligence was indeed very valuable, and her methodical analysis greatly shocked Weston's barbarian mind.

"It's nothing. He said he would visit you later, as well as other northern nobles he thought he could get in touch with. I'm telling you now simply to do you a favor."

Esther's answer was poised and appropriate. After witnessing the more complex power struggles behind the Sochi province, her own sensitive girlish thoughts became completely unimportant.

But her father couldn't help asking, "Really nothing? Esther, why are you calling him 'that boy' one after another instead of something like the governor? It sounds..."

"There was some intimacy, but also some resentment."

Paruru raised the corners of her mouth, but then immediately covered her mouth after seeing Esther's unfriendly gaze.

But Esther simply pulled a metal box from her bosom and threw it at Paruru.

It was found by Bete at the location of the soldiers' corpses in Linhu Town. Although the magic crystals inside had been used up, he still gave the magazine to Esther.

"Thank you," Paruru said after a moment's hesitation.

“You’re welcome.” Esther closed her eyes briefly and said calmly, “You noticed the problem with me before, right? Could you tell me in detail? Although I don’t really care, it wouldn’t hurt to hear it if it could ease my father’s mind.”

"Father..." Viscount Miller seemed somewhat hurt. He was only forty years old, and apart from being a little dejected, he still looked very young.

“I only have a vague feeling about it,” Paruru smiled slightly. “Your magical perception is quite strong, yet you can’t use magic normally. It’s like a sleeping giant bear cub. Although it’s a cub, once it grows up, it will be absolutely unstoppable…”

As for the reason, when I saw the strange magical signs on you, the ancestral spirit seemed to be conveying something to me. If it could surprise the ancestral spirit, it must be something from ancient times; after all, in the last thousand years, the voice of the ancestral spirit conveying its will to each shaman has become increasingly faint… But He told me that the signs on you were nothing to worry about, which is why I said those things.”

Paruru seemed to smile wryly, but Esther was completely bewildered. The barbarians were truly strange, constantly spouting tales of holy spirits and ancestral spirits. So-called witchcraft had always been considered heretical magic without a system by mages, yet even the people of the Central Continent couldn't fathom its mysteries. Even the Holy See was the same, simply banning shamanism along with other heretical beliefs.

"It seems that's how it is. Even the great ancestral spirits can't do anything about it, so Father, you don't need to worry about it anymore."

Esther shrugged at Viscount Miller, and after confirming with Weston and his daughter that there was nothing else, she pulled Viscount Miller away from the tavern booked by the barbarians. Of course, she also smuggled some of the barbarian specialties that Paruru had brought, after all, she hadn't given away the intelligence and the magic gun magazines for free.

After Esther left, Weston looked at his daughter Paruru and asked her with his eyes.

“There was indeed the presence of the Holy Spirit.”

Paruru tapped the powder in the magic missile magazine. Despite using up all her magic crystals, she seemed to still be able to find some trace. Paruru held the powder under her nose, took a deep breath, then her eyes rolled back and her lips trembled, as if something had happened.

"The breath of the Holy Spirit reappears after a thousand years; my descendants, may you sing and bloom once more..."

A hoarse voice emanated from Paruru's body, and an invisible pressure spread out, causing the burly Weston to be stunned, revealing an incredulous look in his eyes. Then, he slowly knelt down in front of his daughter.

"Yes, Lord Ancestral Spirit."

As the aura slowly dissipated, Paruru's expression returned to normal. She looked suspiciously at her father, who was kneeling before her, and asked:

"Father, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Weston slowly stood up, his massive body seemingly even more robust than before.

He ripped off his Ottoman aristocratic robe and grinned at his daughter:

"I think I don't need to wear this anymore."

Chapter 16 The Extended Perceptual Time

Love is like honey, sticky yet cloying, and sobriety always follows indulgence. After the absurd game, Ryuka felt the little witch hugging him from behind, her body temperature and heartbeat surging like a tide, and he gently rubbed his cheek against Kania's hand.

"This is the beginning of my promise to you."

"promise?"

The little witch blinked her crescent-shaped eyelashes. The boy, who had just been so unrestrained, was now silent and obedient like a kitten. This made the girl slowly tighten her grip on the boy's arms.

“Yes, overturn Autus’s promise. If you don’t do it, you won’t live much longer. I don’t want that kind of thing.”

Ryuu grinned, now that he was the governor of the empire, he had finally stepped into the limelight. Even during that absurd game, the beauties sprawled on the bed behind him had all exchanged tasks to complete for the next period of time.

From magical research to economic development, from educating the common people to training the army, all these tasks were assigned to these talented girls. The boy who controlled everything gazed out the window at the night sky, lost in thought.

"You're thinking about those soldiers who died in battle, aren't you?"

Ryuu was somewhat surprised that the little witch behind him had so calmly spoken his thoughts. But this wasn't unexpected; she was a 'cruel witch,' perhaps naturally sensitive to such emotions. What surprised him, however, was that Kania hugged him tightly and said in a sweet, cloying voice:

"Things like that are fine no matter what..."

"I've been happy enough with you these past few days. It must be painful to see someone die because of you, right? If that's a burden for you..."

Ryuka remained silent for a moment, then spoke firmly: "A promise is a promise. Besides, if I didn't exist, Otus would have slowly perished anyway. Since I've come into this world, it's my freedom to make my own choices."

"Does this mean I can destroy the world?"

Kania watched the boy break free from her embrace and slowly stand up, blinked, and revealed a charming smile.

"Idiot, I just wanted to live up to what I said."

Ryuka, with a long face, pinched the little witch's cheek, completely ignoring the girl's pained and resentful expression.

"Also, stop giving me that fake smile."

Ryūka flicked Kanya's forehead, then put on her clothes and walked through the castle's dark corridors to another room. A huge jar sat there, and Kanya followed, asking:

"Are we really going to let her go? Olivia has the potential to break through to the Heavenly Rank, not to mention her parents."

"That's why we have no choice but to release them, especially since the fourth prince, Elias, has made this request."

Ryūka muttered to himself. He was already wary of fence-sitters like Ilias, and Clovis's words at the banquet only heightened his suspicions. The Third Prince Clovis had won over General Traul in the north, and Ilias immediately spoke up for the sage Sophie in the south. There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests. While Ryūka didn't entirely agree with this statement, it wasn't inappropriate as a survival rule in this other world.

"No matter what Elias's motives are in wanting me to release Olivia, I can't just give in like that. If I have to let the tiger go back to the mountains, then I have to put shackles on it, so that I don't get bitten by it one day..."

With a cold smile, Ryuka pulled the lever on the tin can. With a dull metallic clang and billowing steam, the large can slowly opened. Inside the magic core, which had been transported from the magic workshop in Linhu Town, Olivia's naked body was revealed.

White steam and a sultry, alluring scent instantly filled the room. Ryuga looked at Olivia, her limbs inserted into tubes, her mature body flushed an alluring pink. So much time had passed; under the influence of the potion in her nutrient solution, shoulder-length hair had grown on her head, plastered to her forehead and cheeks with sweat. Meanwhile, the magic sword that suppressed her surging magical power continued to slowly move beneath her, its movements, each one causing a slight tremor and a trickle of fluid from her mature body, making the tender flesh of her tightly closed vulva twitch.

For the past few weeks, Anyaberg only allowed her half a day of rest each week; the rest of the time, Olivia stayed in this iron can, being tortured while simultaneously providing her with her magic. This had brought her will to the brink of collapse, or rather, her mind had become mush.

But Liuxia knew that if he let her go, once she recovered, the first thing she would do would be to kill him at all costs.

Therefore, we must prevent such a thing from happening.

Thinking this, Ryuka ripped off Olivia's mask, pulled the thin feeding tube from her throat, and caused the proud young woman to vomit a pool of stomach acid. Then, she was awakened by two cold slaps.

"Hey, Miss Olivia, how are you? Your hair's grown out a bit, and you're starting to look more like a woman now!"

Olivia slowly opened her eyes and saw the sculpted, beautiful boy in front of her, but her pupils were filled with fear.

"Ah...no, no...don't lock me up..."

Has she lost her mind? It's only been less than a month. Liu Xia lowered her eyelids. This is not the state she can hand over.

To his relief, Olivia quickly regained her senses from the cold air, still filled with fear, but even more so with anger. She saw the demonic boy before her and gritted her teeth, cursing:

"You beast! Trash! Let me out! Either kill me or stop locking me up! Stop locking me up! Waaah..."

Tears, snot, saliva mixed with sweat and her cries came like a tsunami. Liuxia just silently watched, then placed her palm on her frighteningly hot crotch.

"Alright, I'm letting you go today~"

"Wh-what?"

Olivia's eyes widened in disbelief. She had endured countless days and nights of endless darkness and sensory torment, her mind on the verge of collapse. She had regretted coming to Sochi countless times, and longed to regain her freedom, but upon hearing those words, she trembled uncontrollably.

"No, no, no, no, no!! You must be lying to me! You want to keep torturing me, right?! You want to see me fall for it so you can tear me apart and laugh at me, right?! Ahh ...

"You really have a vivid imagination. I already said I was going to let you go. It was your mother who negotiated with me through someone else. Congratulations!"

Liu Xia smiled and pinched a soft, hot nub between her fingers, gently rubbing its rosy, engorged, and glossy surface with her fingertips. She watched as the woman in front of her began to writhe wildly, unable to move an inch, her two incredibly plump breasts trembling wildly.

It seems the medicine added to her nutrient solution is working. The hilt of the sword, slowly moving in and out of Olivia's crotch, is almost worn smooth, each thrust bringing out a glob of clear, sticky fluid. And her three tips have become plump and protruding, to the point where they can be easily pinched and played with…

"Mother? You mean that woman??? Ahhhhhh~~~ I said stop! Stop rubbing, stop rubbing!!! What have you done to my body!! Ugh—"

Although Olivia screamed and roared in refusal, her body began to convulse rapidly, and her breathing became extremely rapid. A powerful sensation was washing over her, the maddening feeling that had been throbbing within her throughout the long darkness, stimulated by the sword hilt, yet which she had never been able to experience…

However... just as she was about to reach her climax, Ryuka withdrew his fingertips from her throbbing, erect bud...

An overwhelming sense of loss instantly filled her body. How long had she been traumatized? A month? Two months? Or a year? Olivia almost lost her sense of time. Ryūka's cessation made her burst into tears, and she cursed at Ryūka:

"You beast! You beast! You damned thing! Rub it again! Knead it a little more!!! Waaaaah... Let me go! Didn't you say you'd let me go? Let me go now!!!" You're busy, Lin Zai Zai isn't available...

Seeing her frantic state, Liu Xia sighed silently, placed her hand on the lid of the tin can, and made as if to close it again:

"Ok?"

"Alas……"

Seeing that Ryūka seemed about to lock herself away again, Olivia instantly stopped her angry outburst, looked at the boy in front of her with trembling eyes, and fell into silence.

Silence, eye contact... then, the boy slightly raised the corners of his mouth and gently closed the lid...

"Wait, wait, wait!!! I was wrong! It was my fault!!! Don't close it! Please don't close it!!!"

Olivia, who was once stronger than a man, burst into tears instantly, which brought a satisfied smile to Ryūka's face. He gently lifted Olivia's chin and said to her: