Qu Fuer had heard of the things the Knight Order had done in the north, but since their enemies were the dragon race, who drank human blood and ate human flesh, she naturally thought it was a just cause. However, when Cesare spoke those words in front of her, she instinctively shuddered.
As she saw what was in the man's hand, she began to shake her body more violently. But then she received a slap, without any mercy, striking her face.
She fell to the side, and then her leg was grabbed again, exposing that shameful place to Cesare. The man reached out and inserted the object he had been holding into her intimate area.
The unfamiliar yet familiar sensation returned to Qu Fuer's body. The object inserted inside her was expanding within her flesh walls, and the protrusions on it were stimulating her tender and delicate inner flesh. It was something some clients liked to use; they would insert these gel balls with secret potions and protruding granules into women's bodies and then watch them act coquettishly because their lower bodies were filled.
Cesare tied Qu Fuer's hands that reached for her lower body together again. He grabbed her head and pressed his erection against her lips.
The girl was clearly stunned by this rude action. She tried to turn her face away, but Cesare twisted it back. He held her nose, forcing her to open her mouth to breathe. The moment she opened her mouth, he thrust his penis inside.
The thick, slightly fishy-smelling erection made Qu Fuer gag repeatedly. She even wanted to bite him with her teeth, but a tingling sensation in her private area made it impossible for her to exert any force.
"Use your lips to cover your teeth and slowly lick with your tongue," the devilish voice sounded in her ear again. She wearily thought to herself, how could this man be so confident, thinking she wouldn't want to kill him at this moment? But absurdly, she began to do just that. She accepted his penis by sucking it in.
Cesare let out a satisfied laugh, which was, however, a humiliation and mockery towards Qu Fuer.
"You despicable creature," he said, "keep licking. Do you still want me to fuck you?"
Qu Fuer couldn't speak and could only make a muffled sound in response. Her lower body was burning hot because of the secret potion, and her entire body was once again enveloped in a kind of lust that made her feel terrified. She was already in a daze, unable to distinguish where she was. As a novice in the realm of love-making, how could she endure such successive stimuli?
She wanted the thing in her mouth, wanted that thick and hot object to relieve her.
Involuntarily, she raised her body, her legs uncontrollably spreading apart, allowing the fluid between her intimate area to wet the robe on the floor. Her hands were tied, so she couldn't soothe the restlessness of her lower body.
The instigator of it all, however, just stood there, watching the already disoriented girl—and he asked her, "Tell me, what is your name?"
The girl made inarticulate noises, the penis in her mouth making it impossible for her to speak clearly.
"Mmm... uh..."
He laughed, then pulled his penis out of her mouth.
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"Come on, tell me, what is your name?"
"F-Fuer..." the girl panted, her lips covered in fluids, indistinguishable from each other. "Qu Fuer..."
"Fuer..." Cesare murmured the name softly. "What is your relationship with Jasmine?"
He grabbed the girl's face, but sat down himself, pulling the girl onto his lap.
Qu Fuer's legs were too weak to support her. She knelt in front of him, her legs wide open, and she was in pain, feeling a burning discomfort there.
"I... I don't know..."
It was a typical Eastern name, but the remnants of Qu Fuer's rationality told her that in her eighteen years of life, she had never met a woman named Jasmine.
"Don't know?" Cesare frowned. How could that be? He gently slapped Qu Fuer's vulva, hooking the thin string left outside with his finger. "Really don't know?" He lightly tugged the gel ball inside Fuer, and the stimulation made Qu Fuer scream.
"Ah————ah... ahh—stop it!" The friction from the granules on the gel ball surged towards her sensitive flesh walls, and Qu Fuer could no longer hold back. She cried and whimpered, letting the fluids inside her flow out uncontrollably.
The man beneath her abruptly pulled the gel ball out of her, and Qu Fuer finally broke free from the restraints on her hands. Her arms, as if cursed, wrapped around Cesare's body. The man thrust upwards, holding Qu Fuer's waist with both hands. That forceful thrust caused Qu Fuer's delicate and tender intimate area to fully take in the penis.
She had lost control of herself.
The shameless moans echoed in the hidden storeroom. If anyone were to see this, they would never believe it was the usual Qu Fuer. She was so charming, with slightly parted red lips, narrowed eyes like a cat's, clumsily yet diligently moving her body. No one had taught her, yet it seemed she was born to do this.
Her breasts swayed in front of Cesare, and her waist kept twisting, unsure whether it was to gain more pleasure for herself or to please the man in front of her.
This innately lascivious woman, Cesare thought to himself, but he couldn't help himself either. She was too tight and hot, and her voice was so wanton that it seemed like a witch's whisper in his ear.
Cesare couldn't help but wonder, if it weren't for the drug's effect and if he continued to train this girl, what kind of enchantress would she become? Even his pride in self-control was about to crumble under the onslaught of this girl.
"Do you really not know a woman named Jasmine?" Cesare tried to calm himself down. He stared at the girl's enchanting chest, collarbone, and the elegant and beautiful lines of her neck, and asked nonchalantly.
"N-no... ahh... no... I don't know..." The girl was already lost in passion, moving up and down, "Ah... uh... ah..."
"Interesting," Cesare suddenly laid Fuer down on his robe. He grabbed the girl's legs and pressed them against his shoulders. He was not a man who would let a woman dominate him. He kissed her tempting red lips while increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
He used his fingers to give the girl more pleasure, pinching and squeezing her clitoris while thrusting, feeling the hot waves of fluid from inside Qu Fuer envelop his penis—it was too wet and warm, and he could no longer control himself.
He once again pried open her lips with his fingers, and her nimble tongue eagerly climbed up his fingers. What a smart girl, he thought. She swallowed the fluids that flowed from her own body, and Qu Fuer was already in a state of ecstasy.
Cesare thrust fiercely, quickening the movement of his waist, once again taking away Fuer's senses. She suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her lower body, and then her chest was suddenly drenched in warmth. Cesare ejaculated all over Qu Fuer's breasts—his most infatuated part of her. They were well-shaped, firm, and their nipples were so erect, a light red color.
Fuer stared blankly at the white fluid in front of her, then looked up at Cesare, seemingly unaware of what had just happened. Her mind was blank, still immersed in the pleasure of losing her virginity and becoming a woman.
The robe on the ground was in disarray, with some kind of fluid mixed with a bit of blood splashed there.
Cesare suddenly laughed, looking at Qu Fuer in front of him. He reached out and touched her cheek, as well as the semen that had splashed on her because of the intense passion.
"Qu Fuer, you want to join the Temple Knights, don't you?"
The girl's vacant eyes stared blankly at him.
"Join the new recruit selection next month," Cesare said, his voice and tone so gentle and pleasant, as if he were talking to a friend. "If you don't join, I might just have someone come here to recruit you as a camp prostitute," he continued, then stood up, straightening his clothes. He glanced down at the robe on the ground, seeming to remember something, and picked it up with a smile.
Qu Fuer sat up, watching the figure of that man.
She suddenly felt at a loss.
