Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

Seeing Nemi's utterly disrespectful behavior, Ryuka couldn't help but roll her eyes. Chloe had just sealed the connection between herself and the Cruel Witch with a light kiss. Although she could no longer use the witch's abilities or increase her strength through indulgence, indulgence was still indulgence. She had been holding back for so long; Nemi's behavior was practically 'courting death'!

"A girl as lewd as you, I don't want you to be my nun~"

As Liu Xia spoke, he pulled Nemi into his arms and began to tease her with practiced ease. He played with his brown-skinned maid until she was covered in filth through her clothes, and her hands were soaked with fluid even through her underwear. He then mischievously smeared the clear fluid on Nemi's firm abdomen, which she had developed as a shadow guard, making her brown abs look glistening and shiny, as if they had been coated with oil.

"Hmm... Master... you've regained your interest?"

Nemi felt the heat emanating from Ryuga's body, panting sweetly, and her body trembled slightly as she recalled the pleasure they had shared earlier. Her restless little hands, without even waiting for Ryuga's command, reached between the boy's legs, and as she grasped the massive member, which was even thicker and heavier than before, a look of fear and surprise flashed in her eyes.

"This is so big, it'll kill me~ Let Megan do it!"

Hearing her plaintive yet expectant voice, Ryuka couldn't help but laugh.

There's no way around it, this is what happens when you hold it in for too long. This little pervert, though she said she was scared, her body trembled as she gripped her own manhood, her eyes slightly rolled upwards, and she actually came just from imagining it.

Watching Nimi's body go limp, her body, which had also endured for three months, kneel at his feet, her parted legs trembling and a pool of fluid seeping out, wetting the ground. Her soft little face pressed against his crotch, rubbing against him while uttering wet, sticky moans, as if she had taken an aphrodisiac.

It seems the dark elf bloodline and the secret technique binding him are at work again. But remembering how she dared to flirt with him earlier, Ryuga was determined to make sure she wouldn't get her hands on him for long. Watching her almost bury her face between his legs, Ryuga mischievously pulled her hair away. Seeing Nemi still unable to resist opening her small mouth, trying to undo his belt with her teeth but unable to reach it, only able to helplessly stick out her soft little tongue to lick the air, Ryuga said mischievously:

"Didn't you say you like nun's habits? Well, if you don't wear a nun's habit, I'm not giving you one. You'd better figure it out yourself!"

"Please, Master~ How can my, naughty, worthless fingers compare to your sacred artifact~ Haa~~"

Despite saying that, Nemi's little hands couldn't help but reach between her legs, trembling slightly. But Ryuka pulled her hair, refusing to let her touch him, and seeing her stretching her head out like an anxious puppy, looking like she was about to cry, his desire surged even more.

Ryusha smiled at Megan, knowing that with just a glance, this once arrogant and wicked female knight would obediently crawl on all fours to serve her with her sweet, sexy lips and wet, smooth throat. Megan's pretty face was already flushed, and her breathing was a little irregular.

She obediently crawled over, wiggling her astonishingly plump buttocks, and skillfully used her teeth to undo Ryusha's belt, letting the massive thing slap a red mark onto her tender face, yet still pressed herself against it ambiguously.

She looked up into Ryūka's eyes, awaiting her master's permission. But for some reason, Ryūka saw a hint of confusion in her eyes, as if she had something on her mind. This surprised him somewhat, after all, Megan had long been trained to be extremely obedient, and if she hesitated at this moment, there must be some reason he couldn't understand.

So Ryuga could only look at Nemi beside him and say, "You got off easy~", pulling her over and pressing her head between his legs. Then, looking at Megan's surprised expression, he asked:

"Meghan, just tell me what's on your mind. Do you want to hide something from me?"

Ryūsha's question made Megan tremble. She instantly knelt down, her forehead pressed against her hands, shaking her plump buttocks encased in riding trousers, and said urgently in the most humble posture and tone:

"This lowly dog ​​wouldn't dare! If this lowly dog ​​dared to harbor any intention to deceive its master, may it die a horrible death! But... but..."

"Speak, but what is it?"

Megan was even more frightened by Ryūka's slightly furrowed brows. She crawled on all fours behind Ryūka, who was being served by Nemi.

"Please sit down, Master. I...I'll explain right away..."

Chapter 17 Megan's Memories

Ryūka frowned slightly as he looked at Megan's trembling and submissive demeanor. Although Megan had been a wicked woman he despised in the past, she had been quite devoted since he had tamed her. Even when he lost his temper slightly, Megan would wag her tail and beg for mercy like a dog, so Ryūka would always be somewhat lenient with her.

"No need, just tell me what's on your mind."

Although it seemed like she was being given some face, Megan felt as if Ryuxia was becoming distant from her. Her beautiful face instantly changed expression. Now, she had nowhere else to go but Ryuxia, and she had completely betrayed her original family. If Ryuxia, as her master, started to distance herself from her... Megan felt terrified just thinking about it.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Ryuga guessed she wasn't sure what to say, so he stroked Nemi's head with one hand and lifted Megan's chin with the other. Even kneeling, her tall frame reached Ryuga's chest. The boy's fingers kneaded her face like a toy, making it look comical, and he stared into Megan's eyes with a slightly dangerous smile, saying:

"Just say what you want to say, or are you trying to spoil my fun?"

Amidst Nemi's slurping sounds, Megan thoroughly enjoyed being toyed with by Ryusha. Although Ryusha had given her a respectable position in public after the investiture ceremony, she had long since become accustomed to not being treated like a human being by Ryusha, so the more she was toyed with like this, the more at ease Megan felt.

That's right, she is valuable to her master, whether it's her martial prowess or her body that arouses a man's desire to conquer, or even her past infamy and misdeeds, which can become a source of psychological enjoyment for her master when he plays with her. So after serving as a sex slave and henchman for so long, it should be acceptable for her to offer some advice to her master, just like Hetia and the others, after all, it would be a demonstration of her loyalty.

Thinking of this, Megan, who was used to being simply played with, grew bolder and, while Ryūka's fingers were swirling around her tongue in her mouth, spoke in a muffled voice:

"Master~ It's about the gods. This lowly dog ​​only found out today that it's true, so I remembered the rumors I heard in the family before. Although I don't know if it's credible, I thought maybe Master would be interested, so I mustered up the courage to tell you~"

Sensing Megan's ingratiating attitude, Ryusha understood why Megan had hesitated to speak earlier. It turned out that she was afraid that what she was about to say was not credible and would annoy her. She couldn't help but chuckle.

Had he gone too far in training this female knight? She was even afraid of this little thing. But thinking of Megan's past, Ryuka felt that the relentless, intense training he'd given her when he first subdued her was necessary. So, with his hand still wet with Megan's saliva, he slapped her smooth cheeks repeatedly, as if encouraging her, saying: "Where's Megan? Where's she...?"

"Speak, whether it's true or false, I'll listen. Even if it's just useless nonsense, I'll punish you to vent my anger."

Megan received permission, and her nervous expression immediately transformed into a charming smile. She quickly raised her pretty face for Liu Xia to pat, smiling as she pledged her loyalty:

"If I delay Master's enjoyment and reveal useless information, Master can play with this wretched dog to death as he pleases~"

"Really? You're really willing to die for it?"

It was meant as a joke, but Ryuka's slightly narrowed eyes seemed to be interrogating Megan, causing her to shudder. Remembering the training Ryuka had given her—not just degrading pleasure, but also countless forms of torture and cruelty—Megan, upon hearing the words "played to death," couldn't help but conjure up countless tragic endings in her mind…

But a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes as she nodded emphatically at Ryūka: "If Master wishes, I'll let this lowly dog ​​kill itself for you! But if what this lowly dog ​​says is true, and if it's useful for Master's ascension to godhood—Megan still wants to stay alive to serve Master forever."

"I'm a soft-hearted person. As long as you behave, I still can't bear to let you die. Stop calling me a 'cheap dog' and talk to me properly."

Ryusha chuckled, pinching Megan's pretty nose and wiggling it from side to side, creating a comfortable ice throne for herself. She sat on it, propping her head up with one hand, and beckoned to Nemi, who was already somewhat breathless and dazed. She watched as Nemi climbed on top of her, pulled aside her skirt, and slowly sat down with a muffled groan. As the little shadow guard trembled and swayed willingly, Ryusha felt the gentle caress of her firm yet soft folds, listening to Megan kneeling beside her and recounting her story.

That was when Megan was still a young girl, before she was sent to Sochi.

Therefore, young Megan was even more arrogant and domineering. She showed excellent fighting talent from an early age and didn't take anyone seriously. All she wanted to do was inherit the Payne family and enhance the family's glory.

Having repeatedly refused her father's arranged marriages, she developed an intense hatred for men, frequently luring them into duels before killing them. This made her infamous even in the north. The local church even suspected her of being a witch or some other heretic…

Of course, the Vatican turned a blind eye to the Payne family's background. Megan, however, was different. Despite being only a teenager, she possessed a tall figure and mature curves, more beautiful and mature than most seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls, to the point that local priests and paladins couldn't resist her gaze. This made her scoff at the so-called holiness of the Vatican, and after hearing rumors, she actually went to confront the clergy.

When she challenged a paladin to a duel, he dared not go all out because of her status, but she used deadly moves at every turn, almost driving him to the brink of defeat. At that moment, her father, Ellen Payne, appeared with a cold face, beat his daughter severely without saying a word, and took her back to the family.

Megan had never received such severe punishment. Even though she had insulted her brother’s spouse and broken her brother’s arm, she had never been locked up for half a month without food or water in the darkest dungeon in the deepest part of the castle.

In her hazy state of consciousness, she seemed to hear her younger brother, whom she had once looked down upon, coming to 'visit' her.

"My foolish sister, I only sent people to spread some false information to you, I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to provoke the Holy See~ It seems you really don't understand our family at all. Has Father never told you where the Payne family's power comes from? Those sleeping gods, the ancestral spirits of the northern barbarians, the secrets we uncovered through generations of marriage with the Ottus royal family who harbors witches, and... why we've always coveted Sochi... Ridiculous~ You think you can gain Father's favor with your knightly talent, little do you know that your mad personality has prevented you from ever attending a single family secret meeting~"

Megan leaned against the corner of the cold dungeon, half-asleep, covered with rotten and smelly straw for warmth. She opened her mouth slightly to catch the water droplets dripping from the stalactites at the top of the dungeon. She vaguely watched her ten-year-old brother standing at the dungeon door with his hands behind his back, chattering on about family secrets that Megan didn't know and mocking her for never being truly accepted by their father.

When she woke up again, she was already lying in a carriage on the way to Sochi.

There was no farewell, and no one knew that all she took from her family were the qi meridians damaged by her father and the cold order: "You can only return after helping Aunt Mara take over Sochi."

More than a decade has passed, and this goal remains elusive. Megan has grown increasingly beautiful and wicked, burying her past shame deep in her memory, until the appearance of a young man…

"You mean, there are the ruins of some god beneath Sochi?"

Ryusha held Nemi in her arms, resting her head on Nemi's round, warm shoulder, and asked Megan suspiciously:

"It should be, I don't remember clearly, but it seems to be in the basement of Sochi Cathedral, and it's the god worshipped by the dark elves in Sochi more than three hundred years ago..."

Megan said somewhat uncertainly that on that night more than a decade ago, her younger brother talked incessantly, but she, who was already suffering from a high fever, couldn't remember much of it and even thought it was a dream. It wasn't until today, when Ryūka showed her the existence of gods and jokingly said that he also wanted to become a god, that Megan remembered these things from the depths of her memory.

"Where were there dark elves three hundred years ago? Weren't they half-dark elves? Megan, are you out of your mind?"

Liu Xia frowned, increasingly skeptical of Megan's claims. After all, everyone knew that heretics were expelled from the continent a thousand years ago, and large-scale pure-blooded alien races couldn't possibly still exist three hundred years ago. Even if the Otus Empire hadn't been established yet, Sochi was merely a remote, impoverished area of ​​the Central Continent; it was impossible for a group of pure-blooded dark elves to be worshipping their gods there. Even the ancestors of the Duke family had only conquered the mixed-blood dark elf tribes in the area…

Ryusha's suspicions made Megan uncertain as well, since she didn't dare to make a guarantee and only recounted what she vaguely remembered.

Chapter 18 Riding Horses

Sochi Cathedral has a long history, though not a thousand years old, it existed in the early days of the Ottoman Empire. Despite several renovations, it is said to have preserved some of its ancient architectural features.

The Duke family had even secretly built a secret passage during renovations to eavesdrop on the Vatican's communications. Thinking of this, Ryuka couldn't help but pinch Nemi on her body and asked the little shadow guard, whose eyes were already somewhat unfocused and whose rosy lips were uncontrollably dripping saliva:

"Nemi, do you have any information within the Shadow Guard regarding what Megan mentioned?"

"N-I don't know... Ha~ I've never heard of it..."

"You're so useless..."

Listening to Nemi's dreamlike babbling, Ryuka couldn't help but slap her round, brown buttocks. The 'smack' made the smooth, slightly sweaty buttocks bloom into a red flower. At the same time, he thrust his waist upwards, and the rough pleasure made the little shadow guard scream. He hugged his little master's neck tightly with both hands, buried his head in Ryuka's shoulder and arched his back like a little wildcat trying to crawl into bed.

Her lower mouth was sucking frantically, each movement accompanied by a sizzling sound and a wet, clear liquid, which made Liuxia forgive her ignorance.

Well, anyway, we have to deal with the Sochi Cathedral anyway, and Megan's news, whether true or false, just adds another reason. Ryuka thought of the secret technique Crowell had taught her—the need for a large venue for the summoning ritual—and it seemed the Sochi Cathedral was the perfect choice.

As for the Chamber of Commerce alliance, the thought of them wanting to unite the nobles and the Papacy against him made Ryuka chuckle. Although he wasn't short of money, he didn't mind having money actively seeking out others.

With the witch's power blocked by Chloe's gentle kiss, Ryuga could finally confidently and boldly construct his evil revenge plan in his mind, welcoming his enemy with boundless passion. This exhilarating feeling, coupled with the liberation of desire, was simply the ultimate enjoyment. He felt the rapid beating of her heart beneath Nemi's soft breasts through his chest, listening to her intermittent, rapid breathing, knowing that his little shadow guard was about to give in. Just while he was listening to Megan recount the past, Nemi had already come countless times, her thigh muscles trembling as she still struggled to move and serve him.

"Master, please... please fill it up inside, okay?"

The little shadow guard's urgent, almost tearful pleas were irresistible. Under Megan's envious gaze, Ryusha let out a low growl and released his pent-up desire. Megan, who was kneeling to the side, immediately crawled over and caught the sticky liquid overflowing from the gap in the Nemi with her mouth...

With a soft "pop," Ryusha, who had just been pulled out, immediately moved into Megan's mouth, enjoying the post-service cleaning.

Phew~ My mind feels so much clearer after being released~ Next, time to head back to town and catch some weasels~

But looking at Megan's beautiful, mature face, concave from the effort she was putting into the vacuum, Ryuka felt that waiting a little longer wouldn't be too late... Perhaps sensing Ryuka's concerns, Megan spat out the massive object from her throat, affectionately rubbing it against her smooth cheek, and asked proactively:

"Master, do you not want to delay your journey?"

"You seem to understand me better and better." Ryuka chuckled. Perhaps it was because Megan's statue in the Hall of Consciousness was nearing completion, and her connection with herself was becoming increasingly sensitive. This was why Ryuka didn't doubt her loyalty. Especially after Megan took the initiative to recount her past and her estrangement from her family, her loyalty became even more reliable.

"I have an idea that will allow the master to enjoy himself on the road without any delays~"

"What idea? On the spot?"

Ryuga glanced at the two warhorses the three of them had brought. Nemi, being weaker in battle aura, shared a horse with him. As for Megan, although her warhorse was the largest and strongest, considering her tall and voluptuous figure, riding it with her seemed almost like animal cruelty. "You, Meimei, are busy? Lin, are you not here yet...?"

I've heard that some kingdoms keep magical beasts and wyverns as mounts; I wish I could buy some some sometime...

Megan shook her head, a genuinely adoring smile on her face: "I promise you'll like it~ You just need to cast a spell~"

As she spoke, she stood up and, with a tearing sound, ripped open the riding trousers that covered her plump, round, and firm buttocks in the woods. A large expanse of stunning white was immediately exposed at the back of her dark purple, fitted riding trousers, and the cleavage there was already moist from her pre-emptive contractions.

It was unbearable, after all, preparing for her master was a required course for her.

As she described and gestured, Ryuka was first surprised, then couldn't help but laugh. Even Nemi, who had recovered a little, couldn't help but blush.

Solid ice solidified into shackles and harnesses, binding Megan's upper body as she lay prone. Two stirrups materialized on either side of her knees for Ryusha to step on. The boy stepped onto them as if riding a horse, standing behind the tall female knight, and thrust the thick 'control lever' that controlled the mare's direction straight into the depths of the female knight.

"Hmm~ Master, there's something even more interesting. You can seal my eyes and mouth, and just~ ha~ let the mare receive your commands from deep inside her belly~ If the mare goes astray, you can whip her hard~"

Megan's hands were behind her back for Ryusha to grasp, her buttocks protruding so that Ryusha could easily penetrate to the deepest point. Her upper body was raised high, her soft and supple body curving into a beautiful curve, making her two amazing breasts even more prominent. But there was a hint of enjoyment and excitement in the corners of her eyes, as if she was proud to provide Ryusha with a new way to play.

"Like this? To the left?" Liu Xia chuckled as she stirred it a couple of times, immediately causing Megan to hiss and pant, her squinting, beautiful eyes revealing a hint of excitement.

"Ha~ Yes, that's it... that's exactly it. If the mare goes astray, you can whip her hard~"

Nemi covered her mouth. Compared to this, her own service seemed like child's play. But apart from Megan, who was well over two meters tall and wearing knight's boots, no one else could make Ryusha, whose body was slowly growing taller, play like this.

"You just need to... cast an invisibility and silence barrier again~ Megan guarantees she'll run faster than a real horse! She'll get you to Sochi in no time~"

It seemed she would have no choice but to slowly return alone with the two horses. Nemi watched with a somewhat aggrieved expression as Megan activated her battle aura, causing the surrounding air to vibrate, and she instantly charged forward. Meanwhile, Ryusha snapped her fingers, and she and Megan vanished from Nemi's sight. At that moment, the little shadow guard finally understood why her best friend Zona was so desperately trying to become stronger. Without sufficient strength, she couldn't even stay close to her master…

The forest, now empty except for her two horses, grew quiet. Her only companions were the warm seed growing inside her. The bond between the dark elf's bloodline and the secret arts allowed them to form a unique connection with the one who created the art. This made Nemi wriggle her belly, carefully savoring the precious fluid her master had left inside her, slowly transforming it into her own magic… though not as rapidly as a witch's, it was still growing steadily.

As Ryusha watched Megan run like a whirlwind, each stride Megan took sent her buttocks slapping against his lower abdomen. The muscles clenched and the fighting spirit she channeled during the run made her body feel tight and comfortable. The running motion allowed her to move in and out effortlessly. Megan's body quickly flushed crimson, her breathing rapid and her muscles tense, yet she continued running under the stimulation of ultimate pleasure, trembling but not slowing her pace. Only her breathing grew heavier and heavier, making her sound like a real mare…

Who will go first in Chapter 19?

By the time they returned to Sochi, Megan was already delirious. After Ryusha deactivated the invisibility and silence barriers, Megan collapsed onto the floor of the castle room with a thud, her soft breasts pressing against the floor, creating two beautiful mounds of flesh. Her knight's uniform was already soaked with sweat.

Not to mention that after Liuxia got up, the large clump of fluid squeezed out from under her body because the plug was gone, and the exposed flesh of her buttocks had already turned from snow-white to bright red. Even her snow-white neck was flushed and sweaty, and her body was twitching and jumping like a fish that had come ashore.

Nevertheless, she persevered and reached Sochi in just half a day! As for how many times she went there during that half-day, only she herself knows…

Kania, who was organizing government documents in the room, was startled when the two suddenly appeared. She blushed and immediately smiled. The intense aura emanating from Ryusha and Megan tormented the little witch's nerves. Kania could immediately tell from their expressions what kind of game they were playing. She only regretted not being tall enough, otherwise, being used as a mount by her little lover would be truly… She swallowed hard and looked at Ryusha with some excitement, asking:

"Oh~ my Ryuka~ you've finally gotten interested again~"

Seeing Kania's eager expression, Ryuka couldn't help but mutter, "I've always been interested, I've just been holding back."

"Endure it? Why?"

Seeing Kania's puzzled expression, Ryuka suddenly felt a pang of regret. Hetia had already linked with her consciousness palace, and Megan seemed to be close behind. But Kania, her initial ally, hadn't been informed of the full story because of her witch identity.

But things couldn't stay this way forever. Now that Chloe had severed his connection with the cruel witch, this effect even stripped him of the power he had gained from Kania. This made Ryuka even more uncomfortable, not because he was reluctant to part with the witch's power, but because he felt as if he were drifting further and further away from Kania, which he couldn't accept.

The little witch is her number one harem member! A harem is about everyone living happily together without any barriers! Damn it! It's all the fault of that cruel witch and that so-called goddess of the Church!

Seemingly sensing that Ryūka was troubled, Kania abandoned her thoughts of intimacy with her lover and instead gently led Ryūka to the sofa. She first gently rang a bell, and Zona, who was in a nearby room, immediately came to Ryūka's room. Upon seeing Megan still muttering on the floor, she also blushed with surprise.

But Kania's somewhat serious and calm smile made her realize that perhaps now was not the time to make advances towards Ryūka. Kania looked at Zona and pleaded with Ryūka:

"Ryusha, have Zona help Megan downstairs and take care of her first. Shall we two have a good chat?"

Ryūka sighed. Three months had passed; this day was bound to come. He glanced at Zona, who was waiting for orders, and said softly:

"Zona, thank you for your help."

"It is my pleasure to serve you, master."

Zona chuckled and bowed, helping the much taller Megan down. Her smile before leaving seemed to encourage Ryukyu and Kania; she was now a seasoned Shadow Guard leader, her ability to read people far surpassing her former self. She had naturally noticed Ryukyu's recent troubles and changes, as had the other girls, but none of them dared to disturb the most important person in their hearts. Perhaps when a young man is strong-willed yet awkward, it's more appropriate to silently believe and wait for him to speak.

And now was the perfect moment. After a moment's thought, Ryuka summoned the 'Power' and held it in his hand.

Kania was utterly astonished by the golden scepter. The subtle pressure emanating from it made her deeply uncomfortable, yet this discomfort differed from that she felt when facing the power of the Holy See. If other methods of suppressing heresy felt like needle pricks on the skin, then the aura emanating from Ryuga was more like a natural repulsion mixed with a desire to conquer and possess. This awkward feeling was like that of twins, mutually antagonistic, disliking each other yet unable to ignore each other.