At night, a few people hurried to a villa in the southwest corner of the imperial city. It was an inconspicuous villa, just like the villas around it, and even in terms of geographical location, it was a bit remote.

  Those people came separately, hiding their faces in black hoods. After knocking on the door in the agreed way, the door of the villa was opened. A mute servant welcomed them in respectfully and then closed the door again.

  Passing through a dark corridor, at the end of the corridor is a wooden door that looks unremarkable, but people passing by here know what is behind the wooden door.

  The door was opened, and the interior of the villa turned out to be an extremely luxurious world, which was not consistent with its simple appearance at all. The men who took off their hoods walked in with familiarity and without any hesitation - there were already people waiting for them there.

  The plump and sexy women came to greet them. This was their secret garden. The bishops who took off their hoods lost their arrogant and abstinent expressions of the past, and replaced them with the expressions of every man in the brothel when he saw a woman.

  It was another feast, they used their old bodies to enjoy the young and beautiful women from all over the world, or even a few young boys. They took off their usual sanctimonious masks and finally got released here.

  Bergoli IV stood in the room on the top floor. No one knew that he was the real backstage. The bishops thought that this was a secret place of joy, but they didn't know that the Pope was looking at them with a compassionate attitude. They, who had sworn to be loyal to the goddess for life, were now enjoying themselves in the honey holes of one woman after another.

  Bergoli IV thought jokingly that this was where their God and their faith were.

  Yang Liu was brought up, the poor woman was blindfolded and her hands were tied behind her back. What was waiting for her was unknown, Bergoli IV raised the corner of his mouth, she was just a chess piece of his, but he saw betrayal in the woman's eyes.

  Yes, betrayal, as a father, he knew what kind of temper Cesare had. The woman was obsessed with him, so in the end she revealed her tracks. Cesare did not get rid of her, but sent her back intact.

  Bergoli IV wondered if his lovely son was trying to show off to him? Had he finally grown up and refused to accept his father's kindness?

  A man touched Yang Liu's body. She was tied up with chains and hung high, with her hands behind her back and her legs tied apart, presenting a particularly shameful posture.

  The men were laughing wantonly, along with the women in their arms - what a sinful scene, thought Bergoli IV, as he sat on a chair and watched what was happening below with amusement.

  They shamelessly played with the woman. The Pope didn't know whether she was Cesare's woman or not. It didn't matter whether she was or not. The woman's eyes gradually lost their luster, and her expression became distracted under the playing of those old guys.

  One of the men grabbed her head, took out the soft ball in her mouth, and replaced it with his penis, the old and smelly penis, and shoved it hard into Yang Liu's mouth. She retched and almost cried, but then another man entered her from behind, and someone else played with her anus with his hands - this seemed to be an experience that every new woman here had to go through.

  Sadness flashed across the women's eyes as they thought of their past selves. And those young boys, their clenched hands fell helplessly.

  "I heard that this is Cesare's lieutenant."

  "Actually, she's his woman! Hahahaha!"

  Yang Liu closed her eyes in pain.

  "Hey, come here!" One of the men pointed at the young boy next to him, "Put her down."

  The old bishop was exhausted after just a few movements behind Yang Liu. He let the young boys fuck the woman in front of him.

  "That bastard boy is really despicable." The bishops sighed with envy and jealousy, "He lost the fortress of the Great Bear Pool. If it weren't for the protection of the Pope, he would have been beheaded long ago."

  However, they thought of the arrogant and contemptuous expression of the man standing in the Pope's Hall, and wondered why he had such a contemptuous attitude.

  Yang Liu closed her eyes and listened to everything quietly. She had known for a long time that the Vatican and the Knights Templar were not united, but she had never expected that in the eyes of these popes, Cesare was so ignorant of the immensity of the world.

  Her legs were spread apart, exposing her flower hole filled with love juice to everyone. She was no longer able to resist the teasing from those people, so she could only endure it silently.

  One after another, young or old men, inserted their penises into her body. Yang Liu couldn't help moaning and screaming. Her seductive look only made those men more excited, and streams of white liquid shot out from her honey hole.

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  She was thrown on the carpet like a pile of rags, and the satisfied bishops leaned back on the sofa and began to talk loudly.

  There were young men lying beside her. They had just played with her, and then they were played with by the bishops. Yang Liu turned her head to look at their young faces, which were even made up. She did not hate them, but just felt pity for them.

  She was dying, and she heard intermittently what the bishops said about the recent events in Uliana. If Cesare had not decided on his own to hand over the Great Bear Pool Fortress to the dragon people, perhaps Elima would not be in the current situation where it was attacked from all sides.

  She felt dizzy and was then caught and a bowl of medicine was forced into her mouth.

  Someone whispered in her ear that this was to prevent her from getting pregnant. Yang Liu raised her eyes and looked at the young man. She knew that man. It was him who had stripped her clothes off and tied her up with ropes.

  "You are still so young, why don't you resist?" Yang Liu said softly.

  The man remained silent.

  The bishops waved their hands and asked the men to take her away. Everyone else present also left. Yang Liu wondered drowsily, what were they going to do?

  The man carried her back into the house. He looked particularly fierce, with a scar extending from the middle of his eyebrow to the bottom of his left cheek. Yang Liu was put in a pool of hot water, and then the man wrung out a towel and wiped her body.

  She wanted to refuse, but she couldn't raise her hands. The man mechanically wiped along the contours of her body. He even used his hands to separate her legs and clean her private parts.

  Yang Liu instinctively clamped her legs together, but she heard the man say, "Do you want those dirty things to flow into your body?" She had no choice but to give up and let the man put her legs on both sides of the bathtub and start cleaning her anus with his fingers.

  She began to cry. The goddess of war Yang Liu, who would never cry even if she was injured on the battlefield, finally began to cry. The man looked up at her while washing her. He did not comfort her, but just eased the force in his hands. Her lower body was red and swollen, and the transparent, lubricating liquid mixed with the semen and remained on her skin. The man's fingers came to the entrance of her honey hole, which was weak because of the entry of many people just now. The man gently stroked it, and Yang Liu's whole body trembled.

  "You should be thankful they didn't do anything to you," the man said, not lingering his fingers for long before returning to wiping the marks on her legs with the towel.

  I don’t know how long it was before Yang Liu was taken out of the bathtub by the man, dried, and then put on the bed. He said, “This is your room from now on. If you need anything in the future, you can call me.”

  Yang Liu looked up at him, "Are you the housekeeper here?"

  The man shook his head. “I’m just the one responsible for watching you and not letting you escape.”

  Yang Liu lay on the bed, feeling the tearing pain in her lower body. She frowned, and then heard the man sigh.

  He took out an ointment from the drawer next to him and asked, "Who did you offend?"

  "I don't know either." Yang Liu said.

  "Don't move, just lie still." The man spoke with a strange accent. Yang Liu asked casually, "Are you not from Elima?"

  "I'm a Sommerle." The man said. He spread Yang Liu's legs again. The woman seemed a little reluctant. "I'm not interested in you, spread your legs." His voice was low and rough. Yang Liu thought of the Sommerle people, that barbaric place where all the people are pirates.

  The man's thick fingers pushed into her vagina, and the coolness of the ointment made her feel less painful. Then he gently turned his fingers inside Yang Liu's body, and then rubbed them back and forth. The rough skin rubbed against Yang Liu's inner wall. I don't know if it was because of the aftertaste of the training just now, or what, some love juice actually flowed out.

  The man frowned, "It's not good for you to be so sensitive." He turned over Yang Liu's body, "If those masters knew, they would play you to pieces." He roughly spread Yang Liu's buttocks, dipped his fingers in ointment, and inserted them into her anus.

  Willow screamed.

  The foreign feeling made her feel at a loss, and the man said angrily, "Be gentle, don't be so tight." He slapped Yang Liu on the buttocks, leaving a clear palm print.

  Yang Liu lay on the bed, trying to make herself more comfortable. However, for her, having her anus entered was too painful. She felt that just one finger was unbearable, not to mention that someone had just inserted a penis into her.

  "This ointment can reduce swelling. If you can apply it yourself, apply it once every morning and night." The man finally pulled his fingers out, and Yang Liu collapsed on the bed. "...If you don't want to be fucked by those old men until your intestines burst, just listen to me."

  Yang Liu knew that the other party had good intentions, but he was so rude and stared at her as if she were a commodity - rude Somillers, Yang Liu cursed in her heart.

  "Those guys usually come two or three times a week. Your clothes and jewelry are in the closet over there. My name is Jia Lu, call me if you need anything." The man closed her legs and stood up without any reluctance. "Don't try to escape, and don't try to incite others to cause trouble. I will really chop people."

  Jia Lu closed Yang Liu's door, thought for a moment, and then locked the door from the outside. He walked along the corridor and slowly went up to the third floor. After obtaining the Pope's permission, he entered the house.

  The Pope was lying on the chair, and without even turning his head, he said to Jia Lu, "Did those old guys complain about my son again today?"

  Jia Lu nodded, "They are increasingly dissatisfied with you for letting His Highness Lorenzo go. It seems that someone intends to join forces with the Fumer family to impeach His Highness Lorenzo."

  "So it's that fellow Fumer?" The Pope stroked his lips gently. "You continue to inquire about the news here. By the way, keep an eye on that woman."

  Jia Lu nodded, "Yes." He seemed to remember something and said to the Pope, "Are you staying here today?"

  The Pope raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest. "Oh?"

  Jia Lu understood what the Pope meant. He bowed and left. Not long after, he brought up a young man who looked to be about twenty years old. The boy had a handsome face and looked at the man in front of him at a loss.

  The Pope laughed. Without his robes, he looked like a well-maintained middle-aged man. He nodded with satisfaction, "Among all my men, you are the most thoughtful."

  Jia Lu knew he should leave, so he went out and stood at the door. After a while, he heard a charming voice coming from inside. He was from Somier, and Somier had no faith. Whoever had the harder fist was the king. He listened to the groans coming from the young man, and he thought to himself that the Pope was just a mortal.

  What God, what faith, it's all bullshit.

  Only power, force and money are the unstoppable principles in this world.