Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

"It's so cold..."

Huh? Why is it a little damp?

Could it be that he couldn't resist?

Luminova shook her head vigorously to banish the distracting thoughts and jogged away from the scene of the spying.

Having finally released her pent-up pent-up desire in a grove of trees, the white-haired nun felt much better, except for a jolt of electricity running through her body as she wiped herself with a tissue…

W-what's going on? I've never felt this way before...

Never mind! I should just go back to sleep! Tonight's experience was too strange; maybe I need to change my underwear...

But... her feet wouldn't obey her commands, inexplicably leading her back to the open space they had been in before...

"I'm just checking if they've rested. If they sleep in tomorrow, there won't be anyone to guide us, okay!"

Luminova peeked out from behind the tree with her emerald green eyes, and when she saw that there was no one in front of the tent, she suddenly felt inexplicably lost.

"Well, it seems that Ryūka has also taken a break. Alright... let's go back then."

The white-haired girl with a youthful face and large breasts unconsciously put on an unhappy expression, looking like she had reverted to being that delinquent nun. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, kicked a bush with her bare feet in slippers, and her eyes turned fierce, except that two red clouds appeared on her face, hidden in the shadows of the moonlight.

"Hmm~"

Suddenly, a faint, almost inaudible groan came from a distant tent, causing her agitated heart to pound even faster...

"Your waist and legs are shaking like that? Is this what you call a genius knight?"

Inside the tent, Ryuka lay on the floor, her hands comfortably behind her head, squinting as she looked at the beautiful scenery around her.

Although the light was dim, a sliver of pure white moonlight still shone through the gauze window at the top of the tent, making the snow-white flesh in front of him appear to glitter.

With superhuman vision, he could see even the tiny beads of sweat on slightly trembling skin with perfect clarity. Even the sparse, transparent, short fine hairs on the surface of his smooth, pinkish-white skin could not escape Liuxia's eyes.

Although this is a Western fantasy world, Hetia and her companions possess both Eastern and Western beauty in their facial features and bodies. Their skin texture and hair are neither rough nor thick, achieving a perfect balance of visual appeal, tactile sensation, and stimulating hormones.

Of course, this only applies to those who practice extraordinary powers like magic and martial arts, or those who are naturally beautiful; ordinary people are excluded. Ryūka's body and face are considered exquisitely beautiful in this world, a handsome young man like a jewel or marble sculpture.

But on his body, that equally beautiful face was frowning, its expression a mixture of pleasure and fear, yet there was a barely perceptible hint of anticipation in its eyes.

Hetia also clasped her hands behind her head, straddling Ryuga in a horse stance, her arms outstretched to the sides, her slightly damp armpits particularly sensitive to the cold air...

Before entering the tent, Ryuka used a sharp knife to carefully shave away the soft red hair under her armpits, and also down there...

Hetia felt that her dignity had also been stripped away.

"If you still won't sit down, I can take the initiative~ but then there will be double the punishment~"

Ryuka kneaded her spread thighs, the well-toned muscles beneath her soft skin trembling taut. Following the beautiful curves, his fingers traced along Hetia's calves and ankles, flicking her delicate, rounded toes like marbles.

"I'm sorry... Give me a little more time..." Mei Yong, I'm free now, Lin Zai Zai, are you...?

As Hetia apologized, tears welling in her eyes, she leaned down slightly and immediately felt the hot, thick thing pressing against her from behind...

No... I'm so scared... Something this powerful can't get in, right?

The astonishing temperature emanating from her mucous membranes made Hetia feel as if a warm egg had been inserted into her buttocks. She repeatedly forced herself to muster the courage to sink down, but was always deterred by the tearing sensation.

Seemingly sensing her embarrassment and fear, Ryuka raised the corners of her mouth and offered advice with a mocking smile.

"The front is all wet"

She lifted herself up and applied the smooth bodily fluids to it.

A completely different kind of stimulation came over her, and Hetty couldn't help but roll her eyes upward. The scalding heat teased her body, and her waist involuntarily twisted up and down and back and forth, the movements becoming more and more exaggerated...

What is this feeling?! How can it be... so strange...?

She was losing control of her strength. During a tight intercourse, Hetia felt something small and hard below her being pushed up and brushed against by the hot tip with a "pop"... as if struck in a weak spot by lightning magic, her spine and brain trembled.

Oh no... I can't stop... What's going on...?

"Hey, what are you doing so comfortably all by yourself? Your expression is all weird. Hurry up and serve me!"

"Yes, okay... Phew~"

Hetia resisted the urge to continue rubbing, and sat back down in her previous position, which was now slippery and sticky enough.

But just as she was about to make up her mind, Ryuka's devilish allure came again...

"Make sure you aim carefully~ Otherwise, if it goes astray, don't blame me~ Looking at your face, which is worse than a bitch, this is just a friendly reminder~"

If it deviates... then it becomes the first one...

What would that feel like...? It would be even more... than that strange feeling from before... No, no! Hetia Tartu! How could you think like that! That was already the biggest concession you could make! At least you should preserve your chastity...

But... can I really still be considered chaste in this state? If I had to say... wouldn't what follows be even more immoral?

Just imagining it made Hetia feel like she was going crazy. She felt like she was dancing on a knife's edge, and no matter which way she fell, it was a bottomless abyss...

In the end, her confused mind could no longer control her body. She pursed her rosy lips, steeled her resolve, and her body sank heavily to the ground...

"Ugh..."

A bittersweet, tearing pain surged through her body, an indescribable sensation shooting straight to her mind. In that instant, Hetia felt herself being enveloped in agony, yet simultaneously tossed to the clouds...

"Ah~ I told you to aim correctly~ It's not my fault~ But I'll be merciful and allow you to make a mistake tonight~ But you'll still owe me something later~"

Ryusha enjoyed the amazing tightness and pressure from Hetia's 'unexpected' actions; the pleasure that had previously been only psychological finally materialized into reality at this moment.

But Hetia could no longer hear him. Her hands fell limply to her sides, her body arched backward, her neck bent like a swan's, and she let out rapid, low gasps of "ha~ha~" from her throat...

After a long while, she suddenly bent forward and hugged the boy's neck tightly, her two incredibly soft mounds pressing against her face.

Without her master's permission, Hetia couldn't control herself. Her upper body was tightly embracing Ryusha, while her waist and soft, rounded hips moved up and down rapidly...

Chapter 25 Hmm, the appetizer is good, but what about the main course?

The early spring night was as still as water, and the sunlight filtering through the gauze curtains onto the side of the tent cast indistinct shadows on the thin fabric...

I remember street performers would put lights in small boxes and weave fast-paced, dynamic projections of puppets onto a dark backdrop, like a real story. Children would crowd around, holding copper or silver coins, excitedly watching. (The last two lines are a string of random characters and don't need a direct translation.)

The bustling streets seemed like a distant and hazy memory, and those wonderful acrobatic performances were only glimpsed from afar, leaving an indelible impression on the young girl's heart at the time... If she had the chance, she could sneak out behind her nanny's back and see that wonderful performance again...

Luminova had almost forgotten her past wishes, but now she was watching the figures writhing on the tent... similar to her childhood memories yet completely different.

The feeling of excitement and stimulation I feel now is completely different from when I was a child... Luminova couldn't explain it; it seemed to be a forbidden desire that shouldn't exist, yet was difficult to control, a nagging, unbearable longing.

As she got closer to the tent, her legs trembled more and more, and even her breathing became rapid. Her last bit of rationality made her stop at a distance where she wouldn't be noticed, leaning against a tree and turning her head to look at the image on the tent behind her.

And listening to that oppressive, alluring, mind-altering low moan... the nun's hand unconsciously reached for an unclean place she shouldn't have touched...

"Heh~ Hmm... Ha~ Ha~ Hmph..."

The soft body was slightly heavy, but it felt quite comfortable against her, reminding Ryuka of the heavy quilt she loved to use in winter. Her hands were clasped together, embracing Hetia's soft, frenzied waist. The thin back muscles beneath her smooth skin were full of elasticity, a touch completely different from Kania's body.

Hetia heard wet, sensual moans all around her. Her body arched slightly, her heavy, soft, snow-white breasts pressing against her chest, the two cherry-sized nipples rubbing against her skin.

Her sweat-drenched hair clung to her face, and her flushed cheeks rubbed against his, as if they wanted to merge. The scent of her body, mixed with the smell of hormones and the steam of her sweat, filled the entire tent…

"Calling you a sow is absolutely right~ You're like a wild beast, aren't you afraid of breaking your back?"

While enjoying the ultimate pleasure, Ryuka gently bit Hetia's ear, uttering humiliating words that made her heart race.

"Ugh~ Shut up... Stop talking... Ha~ Ha~"

Hetia clung tightly to his neck, burying her face in the boy's shoulder, seemingly unwilling to face reality. Yet her waist swayed honestly, her heavy buttocks slapping against the boy's body with wet, muffled sounds.

"Still being stubborn. You were clenching your teeth even tighter when you were cursing at me. Do you want to get hit again?"

Ryūka revealed a wicked smile. Hetia, in her current state, no longer cared about the hierarchy of master and slave. Her true, unruly and ferocious nature was revealed; like a thorny rose, she gritted her teeth and relentlessly rode him, like a female beast…

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A crisp slap rang out, and the still-reddened buttocks were tormented once more, but this pain only excited Hetia more. Her body, as if possessed, forced the object out, then slammed it back in, squeezing out bodily fluids and making obscene noises…

A bittersweet pain shot through Hetia as she gritted her teeth and straightened up. Her previously pressed, steaming bodies were suddenly exposed to the cold air, her skin tightening abruptly. The icy sensation soothed her burning head, and the refreshing coolness added to the chaotic stimulation coursing through Hetia's brain…

Warm, stuffy, cool, cold... Hetia never knew these sensations could bring such exhilarating comfort and release. Caught between comfort and pain, each of her previously commonplace senses seemed like a completely new experience.

How come I only find out about this now... It's all his fault! It's all that little rascal's fault! That little devil! He's the one who ruined me!

Hetia cursed the black-haired boy beneath her in her heart, but her well-trained thighs kept lifting her body and then slamming down, bringing him a stimulating and comfortable feeling.

"Ha~ It's all your fault... It's all your fault... Hiss—ha!!"

Hetia's curses provoked a relentless backlash from the slave mark, the pain piercing her soul to its limit. Normally, she would have succumbed long ago. But now, she was captivated by this agony, captivated by the feeling of her body and soul being torn apart…

"Not calling me master again? You want to be punished, you little rascal~"

"Hiss~ Ha~ Hit me~ Just hit me~ Hit your lowly slave to death..."

"How about using a board and a whip?"

"Anything is fine, anything is good!"

Hetia frantically clutched her two snow-white mounds, her fingers digging deep into them, leaving fingerprints.

"Scolder me, please, master, scold me..."

Hetia felt like she was about to cry, her voice urgent and tense, but Ryusha didn't humiliate her as usual; instead, he grabbed her neck tightly...

"How about using a board and a whip?"

"Anything is fine, anything is good!"

Hetia frantically clutched her two snow-white mounds, her fingers digging deep into them, leaving fingerprints.

"Scolder me, please, master, scold me..."

Hetia felt like she was about to cry, her voice urgent and tense, but Ryusha didn't humiliate her as usual; instead, he grabbed her neck tightly...

"Know your place, I'm not going to give in to your demands so easily~"

As the pressure on her neck increased, Ryuka's voice became distant, Hetia's eyes rolled back, but she smiled and drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

This is good! This is better than humiliation!

Even suffocation has become a source of pleasure. The fear he felt when Ryuka choked him last time has been forgotten and replaced by a deeper longing.

"Cough—Ah~~~"

Hetia trembled, and reached her peak once more...

"Ha~ha~So amazing...so comfortable..."

Hetia collapsed weakly onto Ryūka, murmuring incoherently.

"This is insane... This kind of thing is so agonizing..."

It felt like an eternity.

Ryuka played with her disheveled hair and laughed.

"It's only been ten minutes, and it's already too late?"

"Ten...ten minutes?" Hetia's rosy face suddenly turned deathly pale.

"Yes, the night is still long. You can't just be comfortable by yourself, can you?"

Ryuka laughed, hugged Hetia, stood up, pushed her to the ground, and pinned her down.

"Wait, wait... Can I owe you first... Master... Oh no!!!"

Hetia wanted to apologize, but it was too late...

"What! What is this?! No! This is too exciting!!!"

She suddenly felt a familiar fighting spirit stirring within her body, originating from that thing belonging to Ryuka.

"It's your [Sunset Dancer] crimson fighting spirit~"

Ryuka gave her the answer amidst her astonished gaze.

In the midst of her recent frenzy, Hetia's loyalty level actually climbed steadily. Although she continued to argue and call out "master" as if it were just an act to avoid punishment.

But... Ryūka did indeed know that her loyalty level had exceeded 50, and even had Ryūka replicate her skills.

The woman in front of me is truly a two-faced creature!

Hetia never dreamed that battle aura could be used in such a way. Even among knights, she had never heard of it. Using battle aura on such a vulnerable area could cause problems!

However, due to the influence of Kania's witch attributes, Ryūka can miraculously transform various abilities into this aspect. Although he could easily subdue Hetia without it, it's best to leave a lasting impression on her the first time.

"Well then, I'm about to move, so get ready~ Oh, and don't forget this."