In the Sparrow House on West Street, the most famous courtesan is called Silver Dove, with honey-colored hair that shimmers like moonlight on the Uliana Desert. It is well known that becoming a guest in Silver Dove's bedchamber is not primarily judged by wealth.

  On this day, the weather in the Papal State of Eliema was particularly pleasant. Silver Dove unexpectedly arrived at the Third-floor platform of Quewu. This was Eliema's fleeting summer, so she wore only a light scarf over her small pants, showing no c oncern about the crowd below who were eagerly eyeing her ample figure.

  “After all, they can only look,” Silver Dove took a gentle drag on her cigarette, using her black jade cigarette holder to nudge the face of the girl beside her. "Fur, don't look at me with such a disdainful gaze." She winked seductively at the girl named. " Fur..

  A breeze came, and she reached out to gather her long hair. The sheer garment on her body fluttered and revealed more than intended, causing the scene before the man downstairs to make a low appreciative sound. Even that man started to shout, "Miss Yinguo, I love you so much." Yinguo smiled and looked at the man, "Then I wonder how you show your love to me." She pointed her cigarette holder at the man, inviting him to come up to her room.

  The crowd erupted like a beehive. Some people envied the man's good fortune, while others were so enraged that they raised their hands, ready to beat the lucky fellow.

  "Silver Dove Sister!" Cu Fuer stood behind Silver Dove and glared at her, annoyed by her once again indulging in fanciful thoughts, though he was so irritated that his teeth ached.

  "If you have some free time, come play with me in the room," Silver Dove's voice was naturally delicate and soft. She always harbored a playful heart towards this stubborn little friend of hers. Wherever this was, it was the Sparrow Nest, and every woman here knew how to please a man. Except for her, Qu Fueri, who had such striking beauty, always dressed herself as an unromantic fool. Seeing Qu Fueri about to get angry again, "Alright, if you have the time, go practice your swordsmanship instead. One day, you might join the Knight Order."

  That man, who was chosen, bore the heraldic emblem of the Harsaro family. The silver pigeon narrowed its eyes slightly, "Harsaro's youngest son shouldn't be wasting time at the Theological Academy. What brings you to Sparrow House?"

  The Youth whose identity was revealed blushed even more, stammering, "I..". I was just passing by..."

  The Silver Dove, like a seductive snake, had her hands already resting on the man’s chest. "Did I just hear you wrong? You didn’t say you love me? " She raised her eyes lightly to look at the man. Most of the men from the Five Great Families were well-built, like the youngest son of the Harsaro family, who should have just turned eighteen but was already so tall and sturdy.

  "Indeed, it's me..."

  Unfortunately, he's still a young man who's just falling in love.

  Silver Dove thought to herself, if she were to train him, he might become a master of the art of romance and seduction in the future. She is extremely fond of this game—drawing a blank slate of a man into the abyss of love and desire, making them sink into it and unable to extricate themselves.

  She continued to think, "If I were to train him, he might become a master of the art of romance and seduction in the future. She is extremely fond of this game—drawing a blank slate of a man into the abyss of love and desire, making them sink into it and u nable to extricate themselves."

  "I'm Yaweni," the youth said —— he spoke hurriedly before the silver pigeon's plump lips covered his mouth. "Hush... at a time like this..." the silver pigeon used its tongue to pry open the other's mouth, then merged the sweet, fragrant nectar in her mouth with his. "Don't say such dampening things..."

  The other person was inexperienced in kissing, so he humbly accepted Silver Dove's guidance. For example, Silver Dove had him trace the outline of his lips with his tongue, but before he could finish, Silver Dove was already eager to resume their passionate kiss.

  The young man had a natural talent for such things. He had his arms around Silver Dove's body, and at first, he didn't know what to do. But driven by desire, he began to find the thin veil in the way.

  Yingge raised its head, and Yawen pressed his lips against its neck. He traced his tongue along Yingge's jaw until it reached the back of its ear, accidentally touching its sensitive spot. Yingge felt a wave of tingling beneath it.

  "You bad guy..." Her breathing began to grow heavy. "Gentle, gentle..."

  Ellima's tall figure was well-represented in Aivini, while in contrast, The silver pigeon from the southern part of Urianana was quite petite. Aivini picked her up and had her legs winding around him, pressing her against the window ledge as he bent down to kiss her chest.

  That was a green and fierce kiss, without any rhythm, yet it brought a long-awaited excitement to the silver pigeon. She inserted her hands into the other party's silver-white hair, "You guy, slow down... slow down... ah—" However, in the next moment, her left breast was taken into that youth's mouth, and his clumsy tongue viciously rolled over the silver pigeon's nipple, causing a shiver. The silver pigeon contentedly hummed, allowing the other party to linger with their to ngue between her breasts.

  Curveller angrily picked up the dragon spear and stabbed it at a wooden figure in the courtyard.

  She naturally could see the ambiguous shadows of people moving in the room with three silver pigeons, or hear the intermittent sounds from other rooms. She had grown up here since childhood, and should have been accustomed to these things, but a look o f disgust still appeared on her pale face.

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  Her brown hair, cut shorter than that of some noble men, was dampened at the ends by sweat, clinging to her forehead. She wore soft armor that didn't match her Quewu at all, as Silver Pigeon put it, a beautiful maiden who always dressed herself like a guar d of Quewu—“Even the guards are better dressed than you, ” Silver Pigeon seemed never to mind ridiculing Quifu in front of everyone. She always fixed her emerald green eyes with a keen interest on Quifu, watching her squirm in front of the crowd.

  When young, Buluzhi considered this a humiliation to herself and often cried alone in her room because of it. Later, as she grew older, she realized that Yingen was such a woman who was sharp-tongued to everyone, so she gradually got used to her harshness.

  The manager of the Sparrow House always smiled and said to Buluzhi, "Don't take Yingen's girl's words to heart."

  Curvewind wanted to argue for a moment longer but then heard the light, airy voice of Silver Dove say, "If you have the ability, don't stay in the Dovehouse. I have no idea what Mom thinks, raising such a big idle person."

  Mom waved her fan and smiled, "Silver Dove, Curvewind is still young."

  "However, when I was her age, I was already one of the top performers at Que Wu," the silver pigeon glanced over from afar, sizing up Bu'er. "With her shriveled figure, it's no wonder that even the outside lords wouldn't get an erection looking at her."

  Bu'er wiped a sweat from her brow and saw her reflection in the glass window. She was already eighteen, and her figure was no longer as shriveled as it used to be. Her face was now the kind that modern noble lords found most appealing, yet despite being at Que Wu, Bu'er was the only woman who did not sell her body there.

  Even Silver Dove, the top brand, failed to persuade the matron manager of Quewu. When the women first arrived at Quewu, they envied Bu'er for her special treatment. They used their bodies and humble, dust-like hearts to make a living, while Bu'er, who could have fetched a good price, seemed to be deliberately protected, playing with swords and spears in the backyard.

  Even Curufei herself was unclear as to why this was happening. She had felt uneasy, wondering if one day she too would be valued like the women in those rooms, pleasing man after man.

  But as time passed, the matron in charge of the Sparrow House seemed to have forgotten her existence.

  She threw the gun in her hand towards the wooden dummy nearby, and the dragon gun pierced through it like a sword. "Ah—" Suddenly, she heard a familiar screams, and looked up to see Binyue, crouched by the window. Her upper body was bare as she leaned out of the window, her cheeks flushed, and her honey-colored hair cascaded down like a stream.

  Following the silver pigeon's hands supporting her body, someone touched her breasts with their hands, and the sprint continued. The sound of skin touching skin, along with the spilling fluids, began to fill the summer air with a subtle fragrance.

  Curveting retracts her gaze and reached to pull the long spear from the wooden figure, The suddenly feeling a movement behind her. She turned around is vigilant against ly and noticed that at some point. a person had appeared in the shadow under the eaves behind her. The person's face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and the outer robe was embroidered with gold thread, likely belonging to some high-ranking noble.

  She hurriedly lowered her head, prepare to take back to the warehouse next to it. The man who appeared in the sparrow house, aside from coming to find a woman, could have any other reason? It was better not to complicate things for herself. "So it's here." He slowly stepped out from under the eaves without removing his hood.

  Curvewind looked up at the man and then back at the silver pigeon still moaning in ecstasy on the third level. He probably came to find the lord beside the silver pigeon, Curvewind thought. She bowed respectfully to the man and then prepared to leave—distu rbing guests to find entertainment wasn’t something every birdhouse dweller could do. If this man asked her to go upstairs to find someone in the silver birdhouse, that would be problematic.

  "I saw you practicing your marksmanship just now," the man suddenly said, "Why, do you still want to join the Knights Templar? " Only then did Qu Fuer realize the man was speaking to her. She looked up and met his gaze, fixing her eyes on his slightly gaunt jaw and thin lips.

  "I am asking you a question," the other party's tone began to show some impatience, mixed with a coldness.

  "Oh... Yes," Fu'er replied hastily.

  "But the Knight Order wouldn't recruit a prostitute as a knight."

  "I'm not a prostitute," the contempt in the man's words made Fu'er feel irritated. She frowned slightly but then remembered the warnings from her caretaker, The not to cause any trouble and avoid any is a non (fei4 shi4, meaning 'trouble' or 'problems') in the Quo Hou se. She decided to leave quickly, for some reason, she always felt a sense of danger lurking.

  However, in the next moment, she was caught in his arms. That irresistible force made Cu Fuer first feel the fragility of being a woman. She finally managed to see the face beneath the hood and the black strands of hair hanging down from it.

  She felt her legs go weak, her back yearning for something to lean against, but only that person's arms were there—Cu Fuer had no choice but to step back one step at a time until her heels pressed against the wall, and her chin was firmly lifted by that pe rson.

  "This reaction is truly interesting..." The person's voice seemed to roll softly in his throat, and then his lips landed on Qū Fú'ér's lips. It was an utterly immature kiss, more like an exploration. Even at the end, the other party extended their tongue l ike a cat and lightly licked her lips.

  The youngest and most promising man of Ellima, the noble and elegant Duke Lorenzo, the Bright Warrior under the Goddess Sovereign, a knight commander embodying both courage and wisdom—during the New Year, he represented the Pope and spoke at the Goddess So vereign Memorial Square, an event that all men and women in the imperial capital witnessed and admired. Curfure was also there, standing on her tiptoes among the crowd, looking at the shining figure in the distance with a flock of white doves.

  "Seems like such people are as far away as the horizon..." Silver Dove's murmured words touched on Qu Fuer's inner thoughts back then, which is why she always remembered those words.

  However, at this moment, she was in the arms of someone who seemed as distant as the horizon, receiving a kiss that made no sense at all.