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They knew perfectly well that the group of noblewomen and mistresses they kept were no match for any of this knight commander's female slaves, and moreover, they were well aware that he would not want such rotten pants.

Especially recently, the Duchess of the Grand Duke of Bordeaux has settled in Castellía, and they certainly don't think their mistress can compare to the charming and alluring Duchess Orissa.

However, they had no wives and could not cater to this man's fondness for beauty, nor could they win the knight commander's favor by offering him a daughter.

Therefore, these two cowardly and incompetent counts could only set their sights on their two beautiful, elegant, dignified, and charming ladies who had been living in seclusion since their father's death.

Although they are brothers, they are not from the same father or mother, and their beauties are sisters.

The beauty of the Earl of Ucanster is that of her elder sister, elegant and charming, with chestnut-brown curly hair reaching her hips, and plump, soft, ripe breasts and a fleshy bottom that is like a soft cushion for a stakingly planted seed.

Count Bernstein's beauty is that of his younger sister, who is even more noble and elegant, with wine-red wavy hair and a plump, creamy complexion resembling snow-white milk and a juicy, ripe texture like a nectarine.

The two sisters have different personalities, but both are mature and alluring after childbirth. Due to their noblewoman etiquette and status as widows, they have no contact with males. A group of charming and alluring female knights guards who lead them live deep in the manor and will politely refuse or ignore any male visits.

Anyway, this guy has a particular fondness for beauty. If it were them, and they were to persuade themselves to wear an extremely seductive and revealing silk dress and crystal high heels during the upcoming meeting with this knight commander, and then pretend to be drunk late at night so that their beauty could serve this knight commander... you don't know where to find it... you don't know where to find it...

Perhaps they can still retain their earldom.

The current problem is how they can convince their respective, usually elegant, dignified, and faithful beauties to transform into seductive female dogs, swaying their voluptuous, plump breasts to please and serve this handsome and valiant knight commander...

On the other hand, due to the multi-front war, Asmodé and the Duchess's journey to the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux was delayed somewhat.

The motorcade, which was supposed to depart the day after the alluring banquet, was stopped by the Duchess, whose plump breasts and fleshy buttocks exuded a languid and seductive charm.

"Shall we wait until things are settled here before making our move?"

At dawn the next day, this duchess, with her noble and mature figure, exuding a seductive and alluring fragrance like a ripe, enchanting fruit, appeared...

Wearing only an extremely alluring and revealing night-blue silk halter-neck nightgown, a pair of plump and mature glossy black halter-neck stockings, and a pair of noble and elegant night-blue pointed crystal stilettos, she gave this order to Daisanna.

She and Asmodée postponed their trip by three months.

Three months later, it will be late autumn. Whether he will use the excuse of sightseeing to leisurely stroll to the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux with this tall, strong wolfhound is another matter entirely.

Chapter 150 Female Slave City

The very next day, the Duchess, who was supposed to stay in Castile for only a few days, sent a short letter to her husband.

I am well these days. Trade here has been settled, and the matter of Castella is almost completely resolved.

However, Countess Castella has been very hospitable and generous to me, so I originally intended to stay here for another two or three days.

Furthermore, due to the recent turmoil of war, the instability of the surrounding area, the unstable trade routes to Castile, and the immense commercial potential of this region, [furthermore, the situation is such that...].

Therefore, I will stay here for two or three months until things settle down before making plans to return to Bordeaux.

【yours truly.】

This letter, so casual and seemingly casual as a conversation between ordinary nobles, would never have been the subject of a conversation between the Duchess and her arrogant and conceited husband.

The letter was written in a very concise style, with an extremely cold tone and wording. It contained none of the tenderness and longing that a typical married couple would express, and even a slightly familiar friend would not write such a formulaic letter.

They were more like two unrelated nobles than husband and wife.

Moreover, this stop lasted for two or three months, and instead of staying at his private estate, he moved into Countess Castella's castle. Apart from Asmodeus, the knight commander, there were no other males in the entire castle, which seemed rather ambiguous.

However, for Orisa, this was just a routine part of her correspondence with her husband.

Her marriage to the Grand Duke of Bordeaux was a political one, and the two had never even met in person. Their only contact was a letter outlining their proposed marriage. Given their usual coldness towards each other, it would be strange if they suddenly became affectionate.

Moreover, she knew her husband's temperament well; when the letter was handed to the Grand Duke of Bordeaux, he would probably just glance at it and then discard it.

However, her arrogant and conceited duke husband probably didn't know that his charming, noble, and sophisticated lady was delivering this ordinary letter to the White Rose Guard Knight.

Her plump, mature, and alluring flesh was being pressed down on a desk by a man other than her husband. He was holding her in her moist, glossy black stockings, using her as a cushion as a base to thrust his firm waist and invade her. Her luscious eyes rolled upwards, and as her tender red lips exhaled a rich, feminine mist, she let out a series of seductive moans.

In front of her closest royal guards, this charming duchess abandoned all her noble and elegant lady manners.

The already luxurious night-blue, vacuum-sealed silk nightgown was lifted up to her fair and alluring waist, and her two plump, soft breasts, soaked in sweet honey sweat and rich milk, were completely crushed into soft, milky cakes on the slightly cool table.

The sight of the splattering virgin under the table, the pair of dark blue pointed crystal high heels already soaked in sticky fluid and scattered on the ground, and the Duchess's glossy black stockings trembling slightly from being violated by the pile driver, all suggest a different scene.

This morning meat feast has been going on for quite some time now.

This means that when the charming and alluring Duchess Orissa was writing a letter to her husband, the glossy black stockings, soaked with a seductive fragrance and glistening with sweat, were...

But a male other than her duke husband was reaching out and wantonly grabbing and kneading her plump, soft, and greasy black silk buttocks, his fingertips sinking deep into the slippery, plump fat.

The plump, peach-shaped vulva, adorned with a purplish-red erotic pattern, was used as a holster for a lance, as the thick, fierce bull-like lance violated her juicy, peach-shaped vulva until it overflowed with honey-like fluid.

At this point, we must mention the Duchess's elegant manners.

Despite the man behind her roughly kneading her oily black stockings, her plump, nectar-filled vulva was being filled and overflowed by the relentless, storm-like assault. Her soft, juicy buttocks, encased in glossy black stockings, were being repeatedly pounded, causing her tender buttocks to tremble wildly.

Her letters to her husband were perfectly coherent, even under the savage onslaught of this wild bull, her heart-shaped, vibrant purple eyes now gleaming with a seductive allure, her ripe red lips uttering soft, wanton cries. Yet, her words remained noble and elegant, her handwriting beautiful. (The last two lines are a poem, not part of the original text.)

It was from the moment this letter was sent that this charming, elegant, and alluring noblewoman in black stockings, the charming wife of the Duke of Bordeaux, decided to spend three months in the castle of Castellía.

Shortly after this letter was sent, news of the surrender of Ucanst and Berenstein also arrived.

Thus, the five territories surrounding Castella were all brought together into one.

The other lords and nobles of this southern border region will also find themselves unable to sleep all night.

But Asmodei didn't care, because all he needed to do now was to consolidate and reorganize these five territories, and then use the plundered resources and funds to further expand his army. Once the army was consolidated, he could annex this southern border territory entirely.

Therefore, after the Castellan army advanced into the surrendered castles of Ucanst and Berenstein, Asmodeus, unusually, accepted the surrender and halted his advance.

They simply kept the two corps and legions at the border, neither advancing nor invading for a month, only conducting daily drills, allowing these surrounding territories to sleep soundly for a full month.

These surrounding territories dared not provoke Castellania's military might alone, nor did they dare to allow Castellania's army to advance on their borders. At the same time, they dared not organize an encirclement for fear of angering Castellania. Thus, they spent a whole month in a state of anxiety.

After accepting the surrender, the Earls of Ucanst and Berenstain could remain safely in their castles, watching the advance of Castellania's army and taking over the territories of Ucanst and Berenstain, as well as their castles and assets.

It was called a period of peace, but it was really just house arrest, which made the two counts live in constant fear, lest one day when they fell asleep, the soldiers of Castile would kick open the door and take them to the square to be beheaded as a warning to others.

Therefore, after their surrender, Oukanster and Berenstein had been sending letters to Asmodie, warmly inviting him to a private estate for a private dinner with the two brothers, and at the end of the letters, they ingratiatingly pointed out that their two noble and gentle beauties would also be attending.

Asmodé neither refused nor agreed, sending only a reply with a busy letter before hanging the two counts for a month.

Another thing he did while implementing territorial reforms and recuperation was to subdue and train the large number of noblewomen, maids, and princess knights he had selected and taken in during the two battles.

Although the counts in both territories were weak, they were both wealthy and stable. Therefore, the number of noblewomen and maids in both Ucanster and Berenstain, even after selection, was equal to the total number in Gruul and Brendor, with only a few princess knights.

These captured female slaves included sixty-six carefully selected noblewomen, all of whom were beauties who could serve as secretaries or as female slaves for sexual gratification. They could also govern the territory for Asmodée, and their maids were all taken into Asmodée's exclusive female slave city.

The origin of this city of female slaves naturally begins after that alluring banquet.

After experiencing this seductive banquet, Asmodian's blessing of pleasure entered its third stage. In addition to a significant increase in agility and flexibility, and the ability to deform limbs and bodies, he also gained the ability to hypnotize, brainwash, and alter common sense.

However, this ability was particularly useless to him, since whether it was that proud and charming beautiful knight, the noble and charming lady, or the dignified and mature, noble and beautiful older sister, they were all destined to become female slaves in front of him.

However, it's not entirely useless. After all, that elegant and holy white-stockinged archbishop is a good target for hypnosis and infiltration.

Meanwhile, due to the blessing of pleasure, the number of female slaves under his command who were marked with lewd symbols increased daily.

There are 666 female knights alone, including noble and beautiful mature female knights, elegant and charming female knights, noble and charming beautiful female knights, elegant and dignified beautiful female knights, beautiful and graceful young female knights, and beautiful and sexy mature female knights.

There were 240 noblewomen, including those arrogant and seductive mature noblewomen, those elegant and graceful beauties, those refined and mature beauties, and those alluring and charming noblewomen. To outsiders, these noblewomen all presented a proud and dignified demeanor, but in front of Asmodie, they were nothing more than seductive and alluring female slaves.

The number of maids also reached three hundred after careful selection. The elegant and dignified white-stockinged female maids and their pure, lovely, and sweet white-stockinged daughters were all selected as Asmodie's personal maids.

Such a large number of female slaves could not be accommodated by a small castle.

Therefore, taking advantage of this pretext, and in addition to the second expansion plan that Castella had already planned, Castella Castle began another large-scale construction and development.

After spending nearly 30,000 gold dirs and working day and night for almost a month, with the help of nearly a hundred masons and stonemasons, as well as craftsmen from the white dwarves, the city of Castella, which had already been expanded, underwent another major expansion, dividing it into an outer city and an inner city.

The outer city has a newly built commercial street with markets, trade and exchanges, which incorporates the original market outside the city into the city, a food street selling grains, crops and fruits, vegetables and beer, an industrial street where nearly three hundred blacksmiths forge weapons day and night, and a residential street to stabilize the large influx of citizens into the city.

The further expansion and construction over the past month, along with the trade routes introduced by the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild, has drawn a large influx of people into Castellania, causing the population to surge to nearly 10,000 in just one month.

For this new city, which has undergone three expansions in less than half a year, there is still plenty of room to accommodate 10,000 people.

Furthermore, the expansion of Castella City will not stop there. When the city's population becomes sufficient, it will expand outwards again, with each expansion taking the form of onion walls.

As for manpower and financial resources, Asmodie has no worries, as centaurs provide transportation and there is a large influx of new people into the territory.

He wasn't one of those aristocrats who cared about money above all else. He understood very well that the gold he had needed to be spent to have any value. With high salaries and benefits guaranteed, he never worried about a shortage of manpower.

The laborers at the bottom were extremely grateful for this well-paid and well-paid job. They were not as lazy as they usually were when they were doing manual labor for the lord. They were very enthusiastic, so the project progressed very quickly.

During the expansion and increasing prosperity of the outer city, the planning of the inner city also came to an end.

The entire inner city is essentially the original Castelia after its initial construction, located at the very heart of Castelia.

The terrain is higher than the outer city. The original blue brick and stone walls were preserved to separate it from the outer city. The gate is guarded by fully armed female knights, and there are female centaur guards patrolling back and forth inside the city.

The inner city is divided into three slave districts: the Princess Knights' Barracks, the Maids' Dormitory, and the Noblewoman's Castle. Each district is newly built.

All three areas are situated around the central lord's castle.

Only one male Asmodian is allowed to enter the entire inner city; no other male, not even a male creature or a male dog, is permitted to enter.

Chapter 151 The Mature Mother and the Lady by the Floor-to-Ceiling Window

At dawn, the warm autumn sun shone down on this city of slaves in early autumn.

The Carorant Empire, an empire located in the center of the continent, is surrounded by mountain ranges to the east, the endless sea to the west, and the northern wilderness to the north. Although its climate is not particularly mild, the seasons change at a normal pace.

After a series of battles and expansions, with the Calamity Beasts clearing the forest of threats and the five newly conquered territories serving as outer defenses and strategic fronts, Castelli's living environment had largely stabilized.

The cultivated land outside the city is gradually turning into a golden sea of ​​wheat. With the warm morning breeze, waves of golden ears of wheat ripple across the land. In the fields, farmers wearing coarse linen shirts, their thin, dark figures working the wheat.

Tax rates have plummeted, all sorts of harsh and miscellaneous taxes have been abolished, and the order is stable and peaceful. No one needs to pay heavy taxes to nobles and lords; after paying only basic taxes and tithes, even the lowest-class farmers can miraculously live a life of sustenance.

However, even though they no longer need to worry about food for the winter or about not being able to pay taxes, these farmers, who have become accustomed to a frugal lifestyle, still go to work in the wheat fields at the crack of dawn.

The castle at the heart of the inner city stands tall; the original Castellía Castle was built on the high hills.

Therefore, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Asmodée can not only enjoy a panoramic view of the inner city, but also see the shimmering waves of the Rue River in the early autumn morning light and the fishing boats floating on the river like willow leaves.

The warm, still-hot morning light of summer gently bathed his strong, muscular body beneath his half-open shirt and his handsome, dashing face.

But most of it was spilled into the lord's room behind him, a room that was both luxurious and extravagant, yet looked as if it had been ravaged by a raging bull.

Warm and luxurious fur coats and woolen carpets, extremely revealing silk slip dresses with no bras scattered everywhere, all kinds of seductive and shiny stockings, glamorous and revealing lace bras that exude a rich milky fragrance, crystal high heels and patent leather pointed red-soled high heels that retain a touch of noblewoman's fragrance.

The number of white-silk-clad maids serving Asmodie in the mornings has increased to ten.

These ten beautiful maids, with their ripe, milky bodies and elegant, graceful figures in white silk stockings, had their soft, pink eyes sparkling with tender hearts. They dragged their languid, white-silk-clad bodies, bending down to clean the lord's room, which appeared luxurious but was filled with the sweet scent of ripe femininity and rich milk.

Whenever they bent down to tidy up their scattered stockings, high heels, and silk nightgowns, their plump breasts, exuding a rich, milky fragrance and as moist and luscious as ripe melons, would tremble and slip out from the sides of their white lace aprons like half-melted cream.

The moist peach shortbread is not only adorned with silver bells representing cows, but also soaked in rich milk. It is covered with rough scratches, and the rich milk juice keeps flowing out, clearly indicating that it has undergone some rough handling.

When they bent over to sweep, or leaned against the table, their plump, ripe peach-shaped buttocks, clad in white stockings, would sway and rise high, creating soft, voluptuous waves. Their creamy, translucent, and honey-colored pantyhose would be crumpled and disheveled.

These beautiful maids in white silk stockings, their soft and mature breasts, carefully selected and customized, are nestled beneath creamy white silk stockings. Their white silk breasts, hidden between their white silk and honey-smooth buttocks, are ready to serve after experiencing the blessing of pleasure. Whenever their white silk and milk cake-like buttocks tremble slightly, drops of sticky, warm white fluid will flow out.

It was obvious that the maids' morning service had ended.

Of course, these ten carefully selected and customized maids, with their plump breasts, ripe buttocks, soft and juicy white silk stockings, which Asmodie particularly favored, and their dignified and gentle white silk stockings, were merely a morning dessert.

The real main course, of course, was the stunning Duchess Olissa, who was now rising from the warm bed like a seductive cat, her two plump, ripe peach-shaped breasts, adorned with vibrant peach-colored crystal dangles, still glistening with milk, seemingly oblivious to the maids' gazes falling upon her nectar-drenched, nectar-laden vulva.

And there was Countess Osalia, who was lazily tidying her messy, golden curls in front of the dressing mirror, her plump waist bent slightly as she lifted her voluptuous, ripe, and honey-smooth breasts adorned with bright purple crystal chains.

When the Duchess first arrived in Castells, she only intended it as a leisure trip and planned to return in a few days.

However, since that seductive banquet, the Duchess has settled down in the castle and has been living there for a month now, in this city that serves as Asmodie's exclusive slave quarters.

During this month, the Duchess not only rarely went out, but her clothing in the slave city became increasingly revealing and seductive.

She no longer wore elegant gowns enough, and instead switched to more glamorous and revealing lace slip dresses that barely covered her buttocks, along with a daily change of various alluring, shiny stockings and a shoe cabinet full of high heels.

Every day, as the Duchess strolled leisurely through the slave quarters, her delicate halter tops seemed about to burst from her two large, plump, and juicy breasts. Her smooth cleavage and the peach-colored, crystal-like, silver-threaded nipples hanging from her breasts were barely concealed beneath her nightgown, which was trimmed with night-blue lace.

Her breasts, glistening with a rich, honey-colored sheen, were as plump and juicy as a ripe, honey-soaked peach. Every day, she was draped in alluring, glossy black tights that hugged her hips, or long, glossy black stockings with lace trim that accentuated her flesh.

Whether it's the glossy black stockings or the plump, oily black stockings, they often seem to be coated with some kind of sticky honey, becoming more plump and oily each day, as if they are being nourished and overflowing with even more mellow, oily honey every day. As a result, the hem of the nightgown that used to reach her buttocks can no longer cover most of her snowy, plump, soft buttocks. Her plump buttocks are even in an extremely seductive vacuum state, and her soft, smooth honey buds can be penetrated from behind at will with just a lift of her buttocks.

This plump, fleshy buttocks exuded a mature and alluring charm, a noble yet seductive allure.

Even now, even if she's just wearing an extremely seductive and revealing silk slip dress that reaches her hips, and walking with a lazy gait in glossy, sheer black stockings, she's still an image that tempts others to pounce on this alluring and seductive black-stockinged beauty at any moment, to pin her down, and to wantonly pound into her juicy, plump black stockings. Her entire body, full of mature and enchanting feminine charm, exudes a seductive and mature allure that is enough to make any male lose his rationality just by looking at her.

In the past, the Duchess was described as a charming, elegant, and alluring mature lady.

The Duchess, with her alluring and seductive back view that was so ripe it seemed to overflow with nectar, was enough to turn a raging bull from a bloodthirsty rage into an extremely frenzied savage state.

However, those two mounds of breasts, as plump and juicy as ripe peaches, and the glossy black stockings that were faintly visible under the silk nightgown, were always covered with rough scratches, like a savage bull using a noblewoman's broodstock, and occasionally they would be oozing drops of milk and vaginal fluid.

Those elegant, mature feet, clad in glossy black stockings, and always adorned with luxurious crystal high heels, were always, for some reason, shrouded in a hazy white mist.

It was as if the Duchess's black-stockinged feet were soaked in thick, sticky milk; every time she lowered her crystal heels, a slick, watery sound would echo from within, and droplets of sticky liquid would trickle down the elegant toes and slender heels.

Furthermore, the Duchess should have been staying in the VIP room provided specifically for her, but it was obvious that she spent much more time in the Knight Commander's room than in the VIP room.