Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

Don't come any closer!!!

Zona's expression had completely lost control, but her mouth couldn't resist answering Ryuka's question.

"I'm about to use my fingers to take care of this temporarily... If it's appropriate... I'll use the corner of the table to rub it..."

"Oh~ So you're the legendary 'table corner girl'? This is the first time I've met someone who likes a girl like that."

"I want to die..." Zona wanted to cry but had no tears. She could only quicken her pace, weaving through the building's secret passages, trying to reach David's place as quickly as possible. "You Lin Yongyongmei are busy, you Lin Zaizai are not here..."

But Ryuka seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself, constantly adding all sorts of bizarre details.

"Hey, do you prefer rounded table corners or sharp table corners?"

"Sharp, pointed..."

"Wow, amazing! Doesn't it hurt?"

"Waaaaah... A little pain will make me feel better..."

"Really? When did this fetish develop? And how often should it happen?"

"I accidentally brushed against it once when I was little, and I can't forget that feeling! It happens almost every day! Waaaaah!!! Please stop asking!!!"

"It's over... I have no face to live anymore..." Zona screamed almost desperately. If it weren't for the [Silence] magic, the entire 'Midnight Pearl' would probably have heard her through the stone walls of the secret passage. But this act of publicly exposing her fetish gave Zona a sense of relief...

"Hehe~~~ I didn't expect it to be like this. The real Zona is completely different from the cold and aloof person she seemed when we first met~"

Looking at Zona, who was completely driven to the brink of collapse by his own actions, Ryuka felt an immense satisfaction from his perverse sense of humor, and proceeded to ask one embarrassing question after another...

By the time the two arrived at their destination, Zona was exhausted and was panting heavily, supporting herself on her knees.

"Hmm, I see. The finger I like to use is the middle finger of my left hand, and the frequency I like is about two to three twitches per second. The sensitive spot is a little higher up..."

Ryuka stood next to Zona without blushing or panting, smiling as she carefully wrote down the questions she had just asked in a small notebook.

"On days without training or missions, I reward myself like crazy. After about four or five times, I'm completely exhausted, but it never feels like enough. Hmm, there's still room for improvement..."

Huh... Who am I? Where am I? Zona, propped on her knees, stared wide-eyed at her toes, sweat dripping from her brown nose onto the ground with a 'plop' sound...

Her legs and knees were trembling, and her groin was wet and sticky. This familiar feeling made her feel incredibly safe and comfortable...

I... went? Just because of the conversation and the running? And more than once?

The shame and anxiety she had felt earlier subsided, and an unprecedented feeling of exhilaration swept over Zona's entire body. Even her cultivation, which had been stagnant for a long time, felt loosened.

At this moment, Ryuka smelled the sweet, cloying scent of sweat emanating from Zona, which was very similar to the scent she had smelled on Kira, but much stronger.

As expected, she was right. Ryuka reached out and patted Zona's shoulder, her fingers gently kneading, causing Zona to let out a soft moan.

"Are you alright? Do you feel much better now?"

Zona trembled, turned to look at her devilish master, and asked in surprise:

"How...how did you know?"

Oh no! Just looking at his wicked, grinning face, that burning sensation in my body returned! Just like it did in the lobby outside!

"Well..." Ryuka grinned.

Kania had told her many stories of ancient heresies, all from her witch memories, much of which had been lost to this continent over the past thousand years.

Among them is content about dark elves. Although dark elves have long been regarded as a promiscuous race, the legends circulating on this continent today still underestimate their level of debauchery.

Chapter 15 The Dark Elves' Secrets

Like their legendary distant relatives, the Dark Elves have extremely long lifespans, which is why they take so long to reach adulthood.

At the same time, they also possessed extremely powerful shadow magic and arcane arts, and their combat abilities were also quite formidable, far surpassing those of humans at the same time, just like the elves.

However, their lifestyles and moral values ​​are completely different.

Simply put, they are a race with zero concept of chastity...

Besides their cruel and cold nature, adult dark elves love nothing more than throwing parties and have absolutely no concept of monogamy. They can even form bonds with other races at will... not to mention that their internal bonds are bound by secret arts and have a strict hierarchical system, so extreme behaviors against their will are commonplace...

However, since the bloodline content of the hybrid dark elves that exist today is very low, their various characteristics have been greatly weakened. Compared to dark elves, their abilities and traits are closer to those of humans.

Therefore, even the Duke family was unaware that for hybrid dark elves, sexual activity after adulthood was essential, as it directly linked to the extent of their awakened abilities...

For the Duke family and Clemur, whose mixed-race heritage is very low, a small amount of dark elf blood is enough to maintain their proficiency in martial arts and magic without any obvious side effects. However, for Zona, whose bloodline awakening is relatively high, being a virgin at the age of twenty severely hinders her growth in strength.

So despite her appearance being very similar to a purebred dark elf, Zona's talent greatly disappointed Count Duke and Clemmer.

As Zona listened to Ryūka's story, she fell into a daze...

The reason why he was expected to achieve great things but failed to realize his potential was actually because...

“That’s right, because of sexual repression.” Liu Xia coldly and ruthlessly revealed the truth.

"The ancestors of the Duke family were still in a weak position when Otus was founded. They really rose to prominence when they came to the east and intermarried with the mixed-race dark elf race."

Although they didn't realize it, you just saw how dissolute the lives of nobles could be, which allowed them to maximize the abilities of their dark elf bloodline.

However, in recent decades, the Duke family's power has been steadily declining, and the Earl's two sons are not particularly strong either. Even you, living in the shadows, are reduced to just the eldest, Clemens, holding a high-ranking position..."

Ryuka paused briefly at this point, then shared her guess with Zona:

“If I’m not mistaken, in the past, the half-elves who were slaves to the Duke family probably had to serve their masters in some ways, right? But judging from Count Duke’s personality, he doesn’t seem like the kind of arrogant and decadent nobleman. Moreover, the Duke family was prosperous before him, but in his generation, he is the only heir left… Even if the count is arrogant and decadent, he probably couldn’t ‘support’ hundreds of you half-elves…”

Zona paused, then murmured, "Indeed, that's how it is. I've heard the elders in the village say that in the past, the Duke family nobles only treated them as tools for fighting and sexual gratification, not as human beings at all..."

But after Count Ronald Duke succeeded his father, he did not do so. Instead, he taught us etiquette and culture, and strictly forbade the use of secret arts and power to coerce others within our ranks…

Although we still have to live underground, that's because of the world's rejection of heretics and mixed-bloods. Using arcane arts to control capable mixed-blood dark elves is also to prevent them from causing trouble themselves. As long as they serve Earl Duke, they will receive the treatment and respect they deserve…”

"Is that so?" Ryusha sighed inwardly. It seemed that Count Duke's well-intentioned actions had inadvertently weakened the family's power and prevented any of the later half-dark elves from ever holding a high-ranking position.

And the only current Grand Master, Clemerson, judging from his age and bone structure, was probably incredibly handsome in his youth. Considering that his tongue was cut off not by the current Earl, he was likely quite the target of the noblewomen who had served Earl Duke in his younger days…

As for the others, it's probably because they didn't live in a chaotic environment, or their own bloodline strength wasn't strong enough.

Now, Zona finally understood why she had harbored such strong desires for so long, and why they had intensified after she became an adult. Especially after adulthood, self-satisfaction became increasingly difficult, while the growth of her strength almost stagnated.

"So all those...those embarrassing questions you just asked were to figure out what's wrong with me?"

"So all those...those embarrassing questions you just asked were to figure out what's wrong with me?"

Zona looked at Ryusha, and her expression changed instantly.

Perhaps this little master isn't the monster he imagined, but actually a very nice person?

"Ah, not entirely~" Ryuka's smile instantly shattered Zona's adoring gaze.

Ryuu stretched, her bones cracking, and said to Zona with a smile, "In some ways, I'm quite similar to you dark elves. These kinds of things and atmospheres help me regain my strength~ So thanks to you, I've recovered most of the damage I suffered in my battle with Hefren!"

"Oh my~ Zona, your embarrassed look just now, and those contrasting behaviors and details in your answer, really got me excited~ It was much more interesting than those shameless sex parties in the lobby outside~"

"You're the one who has no morals!!!" Zona gritted her teeth at Ryūka's smile... but her gaze slid down Ryūka's relaxed body...

Sure enough, the tent between the little master's legs got even bigger! How can he maintain this state and still talk normally?! Usually, at this time, he shouldn't be pouncing on him and... and...

Zona shook her head frantically! No! What was she thinking! This was the time to carry out a mission!

But! My little master is definitely a monster!

"Ahem! In short, behind this wall is the second basement level of the 'Enchanting Pearl'. Although we bypassed most of the guards and soldiers, there are still elite knights guarding the third floor where young master David is imprisoned... and there are also patrols along the way."

Zona blushed and changed the subject, while Ryuka returned to her serious mode. "You Lin Yongyong, are you in the air? You Lin Zaizai, are you not here...?"

This building was originally the hotel 'Silver Star Nocturne', and it originally had two underground floors used as cellars for storing wine and food.

After being purchased and transformed into the 'Enchanting Pearl of the Night' by its current owner, an additional layer was dug beneath it to accommodate VIP clients with specific interests. However, after the arrival of Quaid and Hafran, the "Imperial Capital Faction," part of this hidden layer was requisitioned and turned into a secret dungeon…

Chapter 16 Crimes Under the Light

On the third underground level of the Enchanted Pearl, all human sins seem insignificant. Yet, the dim magic lamps constantly shift their colors, shrouding the place in a veil of mystery and ambiguity.

Fully armed soldiers patrolled back and forth in the crisscrossing corridors, and behind each heavy door, not a single cry or scream could escape outside.

"Damn it! Those girls from last night got kidnapped! And all that money I spent on those expensive magic potions!"

In a dark room on the third basement level, a naked middle-aged nobleman was huffing and puffing as he shook a body. After a few shudders, he shoved the body to the ground, stood up, picked up a potion, and gulped it down.

"Whew!!! That feels so good!!!"

The man rippled his thick, fleshy muscles, and his reddish-purple skin bulged with veins under the stimulation of the magic potion. His limp lower body quickly regained its strength.

"Sir, it's time for an IV drip... otherwise your body won't be able to handle it."

The nobleman sat down in a chair, attended by his servants, and a syringe was inserted into a vein in his arm. As the liquid flowed in, his body, exhausted from a whole night's work, could only withstand the violent effects of the magical potion.

"You, come and serve me!"

The nobleman on the soft chair pointed to a corner of the room, where a girl covered in bruises was curled up, looking at the corpse that the nobleman had just pushed to the ground with a terrified expression.

The companion who came here with them yesterday to encourage them when they were scared has already passed away, her eyes, which could not be closed, staring blankly to one side.

"Don't be afraid, you're so cute, maybe some rich nobleman will choose you to be his maid~"

The encouraging smile of her companion was still etched in the girl's mind, but now she was just a lifeless body. After being relentlessly tortured by a nobleman with knightly strength and drugged abilities, her companion's body appeared to be torn apart, a sight too gruesome to bear…

May your soul ascend to heaven and enter the embrace of the goddess.

If someone died, the church priest would say that at the funeral. But they were lowly slaves, not even allowed to pray to goddesses. It is said that prostitutes and slaves once had gods to protect them, but those beliefs were also banned during the suppression of heresy.

Wherever your soul goes, it's better than being in this ugly world.

At least, her suffering was over. Thinking this, the girl crawled cautiously toward the nobleman.

On either side of her as she crawled, other slave girls like her, transformed by the nobles' potions into wild beasts, rampaged through the crowd. Even as their bodies bled and died from the berserk nobles' blows, their faces still wore eerie smiles.

"I'll be next," the girl thought, feeling nauseous at the sight of the nobleman's body stained with his companion's blood, but she dared not vomit.

Because she had seen far more cruel outcomes.

Right next door, another noblewoman was torturing a young male slave. The heavily made-up, glamorous noblewoman cared more about making her 'toys' scream in pain under various grotesque instruments of torture than about her own physical pleasure.

'If you don't want to serve me, then go to that other person's place~'

The male nobles grinned maliciously as they handed over a slave girl who had made a mistake in serving them to the female noble in front of them. What happened next was nothing short of hell.

'You are slaves, not human. Therefore, the goddess will not protect you; hell is the place where you lowly creatures belong.'

The girl trembled as she buried her head between the nobleman's legs... and then, there was a loud bang!

Boom! The heavy door was smashed open, and a guard was smashed to pieces by the door, his body twisted into a grotesque shape...

"What's going on!" The nobleman turned his head with a ferocious expression, while the girl kneeling in front of him just shook her head vigorously.

No matter what happens, if you don't stop under orders, you're doomed. The girl closed her eyes and wept, banishing everything from her mind, and continued her 'innate mission'—to please the adults.

Screams and curses were all too normal; she'd gotten used to them by now.

The stench of blood in the air grew stronger, even the aphrodisiac incense could no longer mask it. There was nothing to be curious about; perhaps another nobleman had done something rash under the influence of the potion…

The nobleman she was serving tried to stand up, but his bottom slammed back down, his thighs trembling. The young girl tasted a bitter, fishy liquid in her mouth. It was alright; she was used to it. Even though it had only been one night, she felt nothing could resist anymore…

"Get up."

"Yes, yes... Get up! Did you hear me!"

The girl raised her neck and looked over with a numb expression. Beside the nobleman stood a dark figure, its entire form shrouded in eerie magic. A long sword was held against the nobleman's neck, drawing a bloody gash.

The nobles in the room were all shaved into human stumps, but thick ice shackles were locked to their faces, preventing them from even howling in pain. They could only roll on the ground like livestock.

Meanwhile, another figure shrouded in shadow, under the instructions of a trembling servant, fed the antidote to each of the slave girls present.

"Please let me go... I'll give you anything you want..."

The nobleman, a knight in the girl's eyes, was now trembling and begging for mercy from the shadow beside him.

"Is that so? You can give me anything?" The shadow let out a muffled, terrifying laugh.

"Yes! Money! Women! Men! What do you want?!"

“Me…” Shadow tilted his head.

"I want you to die in agony~" You Lin Yongyong, I I, empty, you Lin Zaizai, not here...

In an instant, the girl couldn't see what happened. The shadow's sword was so fast that the nobleman's limbs and the things she had just been serving were severed into flying pieces. Before the nobleman could even scream in pain, a piece of his tongue was ripped out by the shadow's longsword... and his eyes and ears were pierced through by the shadow's battle aura...

With a whoosh, a flash of icy air encased the nobleman, freezing all his wounds and sealing his mouth shut. Then, a surge of magic, accompanied by his favorite magical potion, was injected into his body, saving his life...

After doing all this, the nobleman, like his companions, was reduced to a mass of flesh writhing and thrashing on the ground. Yet, even with her revenge fulfilled, the girl's expression showed no change in joy…