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Each time she entered, the Duchess would don an extremely revealing silk nightgown, or a regal leather outfit, or a glamorous and sophisticated gown.
The mature and voluptuous noblewoman was also wrapped in various kinds of elegant and shiny stockings, and stepped on pairs of luxurious and elegant or noble and gorgeous crystal high heels.
However, whenever the Duchess, exuding a mature and charming allure, stepped out of the Knight Commander's room, her alluring spring charm would become even more captivating. Her silk skirt would be disheveled, and her pair of elegant and sophisticated horse oil stockings and crystal high heels would be nowhere to be found.
During this past month, the alluring duchess and the elegant, sophisticated count have not only been intimate with Asmodeus last night in this extravagant lord's room, but, to be more precise, these two have served as Asmodeus's personal secretaries for a considerable time, handling various matters for him, including dealing with his manic...
Asmodeus was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Late last night, the two of them had been pressed against the window by the raging bull. One of them, with her plump, ripe breasts adorned with bright peach-colored crystal pendants, and the other, with her soft, ripe breasts adorned with bright purple crystal pendants, were both shimmering with soft, pinkish-red hues, pressed against the semi-transparent window into a soft, creamy cake, like a cow being milked, dripping with strands of rich, creamy milk.
This charming duchess and elegant, mature countess maintained such seductive female slaves, raising their plump, oily, ripe, black-stockinged buttocks high, their soft, greasy, and tender buttocks, like the ripe, juicy, and tender female slaves, taking turns to meet the savage onslaught of Asmodie, the raging bull.
Although the inner city is situated high up, offering panoramic views of the Ruva River and the city itself, this floor-to-ceiling window is not only transparent in one direction, but also, due to the obstruction of the inner city walls and the carefully crafted angle, those below cannot see the sensual spring scene of two phoenixes serving a bull behind this window.
Orisa and Osalia's unperturbed, upward-turning peach-heart eyes could clearly see the city's bustling lights and the crowds coming and going. Two pairs of breasts, stained with rich milk, were reflected in the French windows under the moonlight, constantly shimmering with a crystal-clear, ambiguous halo.
"Indeed, you have a leisurely and refined taste. Last night you ravaged and violated me like a prostitute, yet this morning you can still enjoy the autumn morning scenery."
The Duchess, wearing a pair of mature, plump, glossy black stockings, her beautiful feet, though not in high heels, still maintained an elegant posture with her toes held high. Her black stockings, adorned with night-blue nail polish, gently touched the ground as she gracefully circled behind Asmodé, seemingly unconcerned that her alluring, fair skin was exposed to the sunlight in front of the French windows.
“Instead of indulging in leisurely pursuits, the Duchess should be preparing to attend the ceremony of the Slave City today.” Asmodie’s gaze swept over the alluring and noble Duchess beside him, his large hand roaming freely down to her plump, oily black stockings, grabbing hard and digging his fingertips deep into the smooth, black stockings between her buttocks, causing the Duchess to let out a soft, seductive moan from her red lips.
"Hmm? Compared to this, you, you savage big wolfhound, shouldn't we be preparing to deal with Ucanster and Berenstain?"
Her jade-like hand, adorned with a long glove and black silk ring, languidly rested on Asmodé's shoulder from behind. She felt the ferocity and power contained within the robust, marble-sculpted body of this masculine man, other than her husband, and her alluring eyes grew even more languid and seductive.
The Grand Duke of Bordeaux, her husband, was not exactly weak; on the contrary, he was exceptionally robust. However, his bear-like, imposing physique paled in comparison to Asmodée's solid and sturdy body, which resembled an iron-cast marble sculpture.
Moreover, she held her husband's arrogant and conceited personality in utter contempt; compared to Asmodé's composure and wisdom, he seemed almost like a loser.
As for the erotic markings implanted in her body by this man, which allowed her to control herself at any time? She didn't care about that.
After all, she was especially aware of the situation after the alluring banquet a month ago.
This man's ambitions extend far beyond this place, beyond the Duke of Bordeaux, beyond the Electorate of Scarlant, and certainly not to the Southern Territory.
His power, his ambition, and his series of unprecedented but highly efficient reforms and policies, coupled with an authoritarian system that was practically born for war, all contributed to his success.
Given time, his destination will not be limited to this empire.
She was the Duchess of Bordeaux, but at the same time, she was also a noblewoman and a shrewd businesswoman who knew how to maximize the profits from her resources.
Investing in Asmodée, even if you include the charming Duchess herself along with the Platinum Rose Knights and the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild, she wouldn't lose anything.
Don't be fooled, Asmodée's current strength is still inferior to that of her husband, the Grand Duke of Bordeaux.
However, based on the mere glimpse of the strength this man has displayed in these past few days, and the immense war potential he harbors, it's likely that it won't be long before her arrogant and conceited duke husband becomes a complete loser in front of this man.
Of course, before that?
Could she truly enjoy the decadent pleasure of this raging, savage bull treating her, this noble and alluring lady, like the lowest, most seductive female dog, wantonly violating and ravaging her?
Chapter 152 The Completion Ceremony of the City of Female Slaves
"Ucánster is a pretty good piece of land~ and it just happens to border the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, with the Rooibe River flowing through it. The land is flat and easy to pass through, making it especially suitable as a trading hub."
Orisa's slender fingers traced across Asmodie's lips, ignoring the fact that her two plump, snow-white breasts were adorned with bright peach-colored heart-shaped crystal pendants, and that her tender, pinkish-white nipples, glistening with milk, swayed and trembled, creating soft, creamy waves in front of the French windows.
Completely unconcerned, her plump, oily, and honey-scented black-stockinged vulva, and her two ripe, honey-soaked, plump buttocks, glistening with lustful, glistening honey stains and oil under the warm sunlight reflected from the French windows, and the alluring, ambiguous pinkish-red mark on her lower abdomen shimmering with an ambiguous peach-red aura. You, Yong, are you free? Lin Zaizai, are you free yet?
She lifted her elegant, mature black stockings slightly, and walked languidly to the desk. She lazily laid her oily, honey-scented, plump black stockings on the cool surface of the desk. The soft, mature black stockings overlapped and hooked together, and the soft, smooth, mature black stockings on her legs, as they overlapped and pressed together, squeezed out soft, fleshy marks.
"As for Berenstain, it is not of much value. Apart from serving as a stable source of grain and connecting the Gruul and Dorne Countlands on the other side of the river, it has little value."
"Or is it that your ambitions, you big wolfhound, extend beyond the Electorate of Scalante?"
She picked up the cup of black tea handed to her by the maid, took a sip with her soft red lips, and looked at Asmodie with a meaningful gaze in her emerald green eyes.
If Ucanst borders the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, then Berenstain borders the Electorate of Narrigas.
Or, to be more precise, it borders the Drow elves.
She remembered very clearly that Samantha Croedes Isa, the third daughter of the Drow Elf Matriarch, had recently been exchanging letters with this man.
It's unclear how the man replied to the letter.
"Asmodeus had actually made these preparations before the war with Gruul."
The elegant and dignified Countess Osalia, wearing stockings, gathered her stray hairs from her forehead and walked gracefully to the desk with her mature, soft, dark, glossy, and fragrant feet in stockings.
Her elegant, spring-like blue eyes, filled with a soft, languid charm, gazed at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of Asmodeus, where a few glistening, sticky drops of liquid lingered, causing a slight blush to rise on her alluring face.
Last night, Asmodeus pressed her against this transparent French window, his two soft, plump breasts squeezed into a soft, creamy pancake, right in front of all the commoners of Castellania. He held her oily, plump vulva, like a beast thrusting into her ripe, fleshy crotch, violating her until nectar poured onto the French window like a spring, her pair of watery blue eyes unable to stop rolling upwards.
In the end, right in front of the French windows, he lifted one of her plump, soft, and muscular legs, and thrust into her with an extremely seductive split until her large breasts trembled and milk dripped from them.
If the common people on the lower floors could see through the floor-to-ceiling windows, they could clearly see how her ripe, plump, fleshy vulva was repeatedly and brutally rammed open by Asmodie's thick, menacing lance, causing her nectar to splatter everywhere.
Although she knew perfectly well that the floor-to-ceiling window offered only a one-way view, enhanced by magic, and that its angle created an excellent height difference with the city wall, making it impossible for those on the lower levels to see anything at all, not even the outline of the window,
But this public violation still made Osalia completely lose her elegance and maturity as a countess last night, making her look like a prostitute catering to Asmodeus, her only patron.
"Speaking of which, the Archbishop of America and the Drow Elf noblewoman both sent letters a few days ago. Would you like to take a look?"
Osalia cradled two plump, snowy, ripe breasts in one arm, bent her slender waist slightly, and picked up a pure white envelope adorned with the holy sword's flame pattern from under the desk, along with a bright purple envelope wrapped in a seductive lace halter top, and placed them both on the desk.
Although her posture of cradling her two mounds of ripe, honeydew-like breasts did not serve to conceal her modesty, large swaths of creamy, soft milk spilled out from both sides.
Her smooth cleavage was squeezed even deeper and more succulent, exuding a rich milky aroma. Two nipples with bright purple heart-shaped pendants overflowed with rich milk from between her slender arms.
Furthermore, her plump, oily labia majora were still in an extremely sensual vacuum state, with her oily, peach-shaped vulva hidden under dark oily stockings, the fragrant white mist of her vulva flowing and the sticky honey soaking her two plump, ripe lips, making them especially moist.
Although countless times, late at night, she wore only an extremely provocative and revealing high-slit, see-through purple gauze skirt that reached her hips, her plump and oily body covered only by dark, glossy flesh-colored stockings.
The soft, plump, and juicy flesh of the peach-shaped vulva and the honeyed stamen were in a state of tantalizing, sensual emptiness, and Asmo, acting as a female dog, led them onto the deserted streets late at night.
With a platinum dog chain, handcuffs, rope, gag, and lace blindfold, she was restrained in a sealed carriage from the bustling midday until late at night. Only then was she led out of the carriage and, with the seductive allure of a noblewoman, she was forced to walk through the streets, her body a testament to her sensuality, and then violated all the way back to the castle.
However, this elegant and mature countess maintained a beautiful and shy demeanor when facing Asmodeus.
Even now, if Asmodie were to thrust that thick, ferocious beast against her mature body in an extremely blasphemous manner, she would only gently and shyly brush aside the slightly wavy golden hair that had fallen across her forehead and press her mature body, adorned with bright purple lipstick, against the beast's head.
"Their letters are insignificant; it's fine to make a decision after things have stabilized internally."
Asmody turned his gaze away from the window, glanced at the two letters on the desk, but made no reply or intention to open them. He simply went straight to the desk, sat down, and quietly began to read the morning paper.
The internal reforms, the construction of trade centers, the establishment of markets, preparations for the autumn harvest, the expansion of the army, the streamlining of finances, the beast hordes in the direction of the Endless Forest, the introduction of firearms and industry by the dwarves, as well as the internal erosion within the Duke of Bordeaux and the plans for erosion within the church, all need to be addressed.
These are all issues that need to be addressed right now.
Obviously, these two letters have no priority in the face of this pile of events.
"Master, your black tea."
Isabella, Asmodian's personal maid, a gentle and beautiful woman in white stockings with a hint of shyness.
Her plump, curvaceous body, clad only in a tight, white, openwork lace apron that seemed almost bursting from her rich, soft, milky breasts, came up behind him with her soft, white-stockinged legs, offering him a cup of black tea, its aroma fresh and its surface covered with a layer of rich milk foam.
This gentle, beautiful, and shy maid in white silk, as was her usual custom, added one-third of the rich, sweet milk to Asmodée's morning black tea, along with a layer of misty, fragrant milk foam.
In this exclusive slave city of Asmodée, the milk needed for daily consumption of cow's milk and black tea, as well as the milk needed for cream, milk cakes, and milk tea, does not come from outside sources.
As for the source of this high-quality, mellow, and fragrant milk, it must originate from within this city of slaves.
"Hmm." Asmo, acting as the substitute maid, used her gentle, delicate white silk hands to tie her open white shirt, then sat down behind the desk, picked up the milky black tea beside her, took a sip, and under the alluring gazes of Orisa, Osalia, and the maid, she began to read the morning newspaper.
The task of advancing internal reforms and streamlining finances was entrusted to the noble and aloof lady, Katharina.
The construction of the trade center and the setup of the market were handled entirely by the beautiful knight Iris and vice president Helen of the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild. He was particularly aware of the importance of leaving professional matters to professionals.
The preparations for the autumn harvest were entrusted to the dignified and charming Elinor, who, as a widow, was already able to manage the entire viscountry with her delicate mind. She handled this matter with utmost care and without any oversight.
The expansion of the army was entrusted to Cassandra and her daughter Sera, as well as Dolores and Morales, two beautiful knights. They possessed excellent military knowledge and management skills, so he did not need to personally handle the military expansion.
His daily government affairs, as well as summaries of government affairs from various regions, were handled by his two noble ladies, Deffie and Veranica, who also provided daily updates, summaries, and suggestions.
The final review was handled by two high-ranking noblewomen, Osalia and Orisa, who assisted him in processing the documents.
Meanwhile, Alice, the widow in white silk, also described the knowledge and popularization of magic within the territory to him in detail in the magic tower of the Slave City late at night.
As for Ashley, the countess from the Electorate of Nagarris, he had his uses.
All he needs is decision-making, judgment, and planning for the next step.
At the same time, news of the calamity beast horde also came from the direction of the Endless Forest.
Or rather, good news has arrived.
In the Endless Forest, the Gray Wind Calamity Beasts, which had been confronting and battling the Calamity Beasts, suddenly retreated in large numbers after several encounters with them, giving up a large amount of hunting grounds, valleys, mining areas, and forest territories to the Calamity Beasts.
This was completely contrary to the bloodthirsty and violent nature of the Beastmen, and also completely contrary to the interests of the Graywind Scourge. Moreover, he remembered very clearly that the Graywind Scourge also had a large number of ram-man cavalry, minotaurs, and other high-end combat forces.
However, regardless of the circumstances, the retreat and concessions of the Graywind Catastrophe Beast Horde caused the previously stalled development momentum of the Catastrophe Beast Horde to surge instantly. Within just one month, the horde experienced no fewer than twenty large and small-scale beast wars, and its size rapidly expanded.
The original territory of the Calamity Beast Pack was surrounded on three sides by the Gray Wind Calamity Beast Pack. No matter which direction it expanded in, it would collide with them. It was necessary to defeat the Gray Wind Calamity Beast Pack before it could expand and develop further.
Now that the Gray Wind Catastrophe Beast Horde is no longer a hindrance, the Catastrophe Beast Horde can once again launch large-scale expansions and horde conquest wars on both the east and west sides, except for the south.
Meanwhile, since Castella's military equipment had reached saturation, aid from within Castella made the Calamity Beast Horde almost a one-dimensional attack on other beast hordes.
Iron weapons and superior armor, compared to the crudely made beastman equipment, including a large number of stone weapons, would be an understatement to say that they could easily crush their opponents.
In addition, the large amount of weaponry captured by Castella during its numerous wars of expansion were all transported to the Calamity Horde. Without the obstruction of the Graywind Calamity Horde, the expansion war proceeded with an almost overwhelming offensive.
The calamity beast horde has now expanded dramatically, reaching a strength of nearly 30,000 beastmen, 2,000 centaurs, and 12 minotaurs, and has occupied nearly 300,000 acres of forest territory.
Furthermore, after a series of land reclamation and large-scale wars of annexation by beast herds, the fruits, vegetables, grains, and meat currently obtained by the Calamity Beast Herds are sufficient to sustain the expenses of the entire territory.
The current Graywind Scourge beast horde is not only able to maintain self-sufficiency, but also to give back to Castellia a large amount of surplus minerals, meat, furs, herbs, timber and other bulk commodities that human society urgently needs, thus filling the market with goods and merchandise.
Therefore, Asmodian entrusted the management and expansion of the beast horde entirely to Claudia, the centaur lord, allowing him to focus on consolidating his five territories and trade with the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild.
Meanwhile, in order to maintain the operation of the Slave City, he transferred nearly 120 carefully selected female centaurs from Claudia. Whether they were hot and sexy wild beauties, charming and proud female centaurs, or agile and beautiful centaur girls, they were all transferred to the Slave City.
"Today is the ceremony marking the completion of the Slave City. The construction ceremony, presided over by Lady Olissa and Lady Olissalia, is all ready. Would you like to come over in a bit, Master?"
After Asmodeus finished reading the morning paper, Isabella bent down, brought her soft, fragrant lips to Asmodeus's ear, and whispered something sweet.
Two soft, plump breasts, like honeydew melons filled with creamy milk, overflowed from the already taut white lace apron due to gravity, revealing large swaths of soft, snowy milk. The peach shortbread, exuding a rich milky aroma and adorned with silvery milk threads, was vaguely visible.
According to the customs of the nobility in this world, whether it is a manor, a castle, a city, or even just an ordinary house, a completion ceremony is required upon completion.
The newly expanded inner city, as Asmodeus's exclusive slave city, is basically the original Castelia city, which could accommodate two thousand people, and has expanded outwards by a large area, which is divided into three parts: the Princess Knight Camp, the Maid Dormitory, and the Noblewoman's Castle.
It was further subdivided.
The Princess Knight Camp is further divided into the Princess Knight Stables, the Defeated Princess Knight Brothel, and the Princess Knight Training Grounds.
Maid dormitories are further divided into maid ranches, maid milk springs, maid comfort homes, and maid gardens.
The Lady's Castle also features a Lady's Banquet Hall, a Lady's Dog Kennel, and a Lady's Club.
In this city of female slaves, Asmodie is the only male, or rather, the only male creature.
Whether it's elegant and mature beauty, haughty and sophisticated noblewoman, noble and charming mature woman, seductive beauty, pure and lovely girl, or elegant and mature beauty, it all belongs to Asmodé alone.
The females living in the city of female slaves underwent a series of extremely seductive changes under the blessing of pleasure.
The noblewomen, knights, maids, nuns, and female guards throughout the city, as well as all the beauties, alluring women, innocent girls, and mature women, gradually underwent a series of extremely seductive changes that were entirely designed to entice Asmodian to enjoy them.
All the females in the entire slave city are Asmodie's slaves, and a series of exclusive rules have been customized for Asmodie. Even if they are violated and impregnated by him in the street, exposed and placed as female dogs, or used as his exclusive seductive prostitutes, it is all normal.
Chapter 153 The Brothel, the Noblewoman's Shoe Cabinet
The construction of the slave city was undoubtedly thanks to the two close noblewomen, Defiant and Catherine.
The rules for the slave city, the dress code, the division of areas, and many other details were all drafted by these two noblewomen who could serve as his secretaries.
Meanwhile, aside from the dwarves' plans to introduce industry and firearms, the invasion plans of the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, the invasion plans of the white-haired Archbishop Arelia Maris, and the invasion plans within the church—all these plans require the participation of the City of Slaves.
The introduction of dwarven industry and firearms necessitates large-scale industrial zones. This is why the inner city was rebuilt into the Slave City and the outer city was significantly expanded.
Large-scale handicraft zones, industrial zones, and weapon smelting and forging zones could serve not only as the backbone of the economy but also as the backbone of military development.
Firearms, dwarven cannons, high-quality steel, and efficient production, along with gunpowder technology and steel smelting technology, present not only a problem of money and minerals, but also a problem of industrial scale. After all, we cannot continue to rely on imports from the dwarven kingdom in the mountains.
Although gunpowder technology is still not considered cutting-edge technology in this world of swords, magic, and dragons, even dwarves need to rely on runic magic to contend with the empire's advanced combat power.
However, regardless of the circumstances, a large number of line musketeers were clearly superior to longbows and heavy crossbows, and were also a better fit for longbows in a phalanx formation.
However, Castellía's industry is still inseparable from the river at present, and large-scale industrial zones still need to be established along the Ruva River.
But as the only source of life in this border earldom, he would not turn the River of Life into a stinking industrial wastewater like some morally civilized country. In addition to relying on industries such as water power, waterwheels, and water-powered forging hammers, he also has another industrial technology that does not interfere with irrigation and animal husbandry—magical industry.
Besides the plans to introduce dwarven industry and firearms, what is needed is large-scale development and city expansion. The remaining series of plans will rely on the Slave City.
The female slaves in the City of Female Slaves serve more than just the purpose of pleasure and catharsis.
The female slaves and noblewomen they recruited were among the few educated, well-mannered, and socially adept women in this medieval-like empire. They not only possessed the social etiquette of noblewomen as a cover, but also served as managers.