Three months had passed since Liu Zhenhan led the Bimon assault into the demon realm. Worried sick that his wives couldn't adapt to the hellish environment, he'd insisted they remain in Florencia. The palace felt empty without him, and the women were growing restless.
"I can't take it anymore!" Princess Aviere threw herself onto the silk cushions beside Ning Yu. "Sister Ning Yu, Li Cha is gone and I'm so bored! Let's go find some excitement outside!"
"That's right!" Elise chimed in immediately, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Another day cooped up here and I'll go mad from boredom!"
Ning Yu hesitated, her elegant brow furrowing. "This... this isn't appropriate. Li Cha instructed us not to wander."
"But we can return before he comes back, can't we?" Helen added persuasively. The fairy dragons Daisie and Rona nodded in agreement, along with little Fugue.
"Please, Sister Ning Yu?" Aviere clasped her hands together pleadingly.
Ning Yu looked around at the hopeful faces of her sisters. She sighed softly. "Very well. But we absolutely must return early!"
"YES!" A chorus of cheers erupted from the assembled beauties.
The women slipped out of Florencia and made their way to the countryside, but once there, they found themselves at a loss for what to actually do.
Aviere turned to Helen. "You're supposed to be clever! Can't you think of something truly exciting?"
Helen was silent for a moment, then a sly smile spread across her fox-like features. "I have an idea. It will definitely be thrilling. Come closer, all of you..."
On a dusty road, a human merchant caravan plodded along under the afternoon sun. Suddenly, a commanding female voice rang out: "Halt! This is a robbery!"
A group of figures emerged from the treeline. The merchants scrambled into defensive formation, hearts pounding with fear of bandits. But as they organized themselves and actually looked at their would-be attackers, every man's breath caught in his throat.
These so-called bandits were the most breathtaking women any of them had ever seen. And their clothing—if it could be called clothing—was scandalously provocative.
Leading the group were Gotanni and Galinee, the angelic twins who looked nearly identical. Their bodies were almost completely bare. A tiny groin plate barely covered their most intimate areas, held in place by three thin red straps. From behind, the straps vanished deep into their buttock crevices, practically invisible. Their upper bodies wore what might be called chest armor, but it was really just red chain woven together, draped over their high breasts, covering only half. Through the gaps in the chain, one could glimpse the magnificent peaks. Two chains connected behind their backs, keeping this unprecedented chest harness tight against their breasts. More chains extended upward from the top of the harness, linking to red collars around their necks.
Such lewd attire, combined with the sisters' saintly faces and pure white wings, created an irresistibly fallen beauty.
Behind them came the two fairy dragons, Daisie and Rona. Their fabric was hardly more generous. They wore traditional belly-bands from the distant Silk Continent, but the tiny garments only served to push their already massive breasts into greater prominence. The upper portion of the bands was cut away, leaving half their fragrant peaks exposed, barely concealing the sweet buds. Their impossibly slender waists were completely bare. Below, their skirts were absurdly short, barely covering the front of their forbidden gardens. With every step, glimpses of golden thatch appeared and disappeared. The back barely concealed the lower portion of their firm, rounded buttocks, leaving their long, straight jade legs completely exposed.
Helen had brought her Fox clan's allure to its peak. Her feet were bare, silver bells tied around her delicate ankles and wrists, chiming melodiously as she moved. Her upper body wore nothing at all except a tassel of beaded silk across her chest, covering only a fraction of her bosom. Through the swaying beads, rosy cherries peeked out, inviting wild imaginings. A golden belt encircled her waist, but even its gleam couldn't outshine Helen's own smooth skin. Below, she was covered by the same kind of tassel, but the mysterious garden teasingly revealed itself with every movement. Such covering served no purpose except to stoke men's desires higher.
Elise, the most beautiful woman on the Aegean Continent, was dressed even more outrageously. Her firm, round breasts were encircled by silver metal shaped like a coiled snake. The already full flesh was squeezed through gaps in the snake-shaped bra. More incredibly, the snake's head gaped wide, fangs biting tightly into her rosy nipples, keeping them perpetually erect. Below, she wore only a silver belt and a silver thread that passed between her thighs, connecting front to back. One could easily imagine the metal strand pressing into her tender flesh, growing wet and slick with friction. On her feet were strange shoes with ten-centimeter heels, the upper portion consisting of just a few silver threads, binding her frost-like feet in crisscross patterns. The shoes added a mature grace to Elise's petite frame.
The voluptuous matron Tanya wore a special semi-transparent white evening gown that was almost like wearing nothing at all. The thin fabric across her chest barely covered the lower half of her full, heavy breasts. Her rosy nipples were faintly visible, swaying with every step. Her fragrant shoulders and jade back were completely exposed, her white skin making men swallow hard. The front hem had been daringly shortened to above her knees, and the dangling tassels from the hem half-concealed Tanya's tempting black thatch. With each step she took, her secret place was revealed to onlookers, leaving the surrounding men stunned. The back of Tanya's skirt had a heart-shaped cutout, leaving her full, proud buttocks completely bare. Her buttocks were exceptionally plump, with nearly perfect curves. The white silk clung to the sides of her hips, making that big, white, beautiful rear stand out even more, like a mass of snowy lard embedded in the fabric.
Tanya's feet were clad in ten-centimeter black high heels, stretching her already tall, shapely figure even more. This enchantingly beautiful woman showed no signs of having borne two children. Her perfect figure attracted countless lascivious gazes.
Aviere, the most beautiful woman of the vast ocean kingdom, now possessed legs and exuded a mature, captivating charm. The sea princess wore traditional sea-people attire—a bra made of two small shells covering her breasts, held on purely by suction, a testament to the sea people's ingenuity. This so-called bra barely covered the tips of Aviere's large, full breasts, leaving vast expanses of her bosom completely exposed, serving no concealing purpose whatsoever. Down below, a small shell barely covered her, one could easily see the edges of the golden valley, tempting men overcome by lust to tear it away. Following down her long, fair legs, her tender white feet were clad in transparent crystal shoes, her slender toes clearly visible, making people swallow repeatedly.
Ning Yu, the noble beauty from the East, wore a special garment woven from the thin silk of the Silk Continent. Across her chest hung only a semi-transparent white veil—and it was truly hanging there. The veil was held up entirely by her rosy nipples. It passed across her chest, barely covering the nipples, leaving her round breasts as exposed as possible, then tightened beneath them, outlining Ning Yu's sinuous waist. Below, she wore an almost transparent thin skirt, perfectly displaying her tall, slender legs. The fabric was only slightly thicker at her tempting garden, but the mysterious blackness still peeked through. Further down, Ning Yu's smooth, delicate feet walked bare on the ground without picking up a speck of dust. Golden bells tied around her ankles chimed with each step. She looked like a fairy, untouchable by the mortal world.
Ning Yu's naturally elegant, pure face combined with such tempting, revealing attire, perfectly blending the qualities of a noble lady and a seductress. The nearby mercenaries could not stop swallowing.
On Fugue's petite body hung incredibly alluring ornaments. On her full jade breasts, jade bells dangled from the two rosy tips. On her smooth belly, a crystal-clear ruby was set into her small navel, shining against her nearly translucent white skin in a strange, beautiful way. Six more jade bells hung from her impossibly slender waist. Further down, the mysterious triangular region was adorned with a dazzling pearl flower, very cleverly concealing that most enchanting inch of flesh. If one looked closely, one could see that this pearl flower was inserted into it.
Fugue's two snow-white feet lightly touched the ground as she danced with the wind. Her extremely graceful body language stretched and expressed itself freely. She was completely immersed in joyful dance. The transparent wings on her back fluttered occasionally to the accompaniment of simple but beautiful jade bells. She truly looked like a butterfly fairy dancing among flowers, radiating an irresistible beauty.
Gisquebay, Tresbia, Vivian, Wiz, and Sissi were all dressed in the most famous desert dancer costumes from the Shahrazad lands. Calling them costumes was generous. Apart from face veils, they wore nothing at all. Golden bells were tied at their nipples and private parts, half-covering, half-revealing their modesty. On their bare, lotus-root-like arms, black armlets were clasped. On their smooth bellies, crystal gems were set into their delicate navels, looking extremely sexy. Five snow-white, graceful bodies were exposed to the merchant caravan's view, without a hint of shyness. Instead, as the caravan men stared, they began an incredibly spicy striptease. Waves of breasts and buttocks rolled and surged.
Among the women, the saint Joan was dressed the most conservatively in a nun's habit. But from the gaps when her long brown hair, falling all the way below her buttocks, swayed, one could easily see that the back of this so-called habit was completely open. Her white jade back and most of her full, round buttocks were exposed. The entire garment was only held up by her large breasts. The tightly stretched fabric clearly showed her nipples, indicating that this woman of God wore no undergarments beneath—she was completely hollow inside! That head of smooth, glossy brown hair also told the caravan men that this nun was a Bespian. And Bespian women were all prostitutes, a well-known fact. This nun's lewd attire made one suspect that she had been specially dressed this way for some nobleman's peculiar tastes.
While every man in the caravan was captivated by this rare, beautiful scene, Aviere strolled up to them, announcing proudly: "We're robbing you! Hand over all your money!"
The caravan leader swallowed hard—not from fear, certainly. "May... may I ask," he said with difficulty, "how exactly do you and your companions plan to rob us?"
"Well..." Aviere's smile turned seductive. The leader and several men nearby were instantly mesmerized. "My sisters and I will suck all the semen out of you, until you're weak in the knees. That's how we'll rob you!" Aviere's expression became wantonly lewd.
"R-really?" The caravan men couldn't believe their luck. All these beautiful women, letting them do as they pleased? Unbelievable!
"Of course it's true! Let's make a bet. If we drain you completely, you give us all your money. If you're not satisfied, then we lose. And then..." Aviere stopped mid-sentence, her smile turning crafty.
"Then what?" the leader asked eagerly.
"Then you can sell us to slavers! We'd fetch a good price, don't you think?" Aviere's voice dripped with honeyed seduction. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
The caravan mercenaries looked at their leader with hungry
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