Succubus Master
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Chapter 17: Lady Sophia foundings
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 17: Lady Sophia foundings - A cowardly adventurer named Roger is reborn by the God of Chaos, Hades. Offered forbidden power, he must choose whether to serve, betray, or rise against the god—and in doing so, may change the fate of the world.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Slavery Fiction GameLit High Fantasy Magic Were animal Demons BDSM Torture Polygamy/Polyamory Transformation
“Hey, Roger. I heard that someone from the Marquis’s Mansion wants you over?” Roger was just thinking when Randy came in, holding onto the wall. After coming back from Klin, he got a large commission. With the money, he went to the brothel every day. In just over a month, he lost a lot of weight, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eye circles were dark. If you didn’t know, you would think he had an incurable disease. Now he has to hold onto the wall when he stands.
“Well, to be exact, it was the Marquise who asked me to come over.” Roger stepped forward and pulled him to sit down at the table. “I said, are you possessed by a lustful ghost? You don’t know how to control your little cock. If you continue like this, you will be ruined sooner or later.”
“I don’t want to either!” Randy spread his hands and said, “Leona just called a friend recently, and the two of them cooperated so well, one in the front, the other in the back, four lumps of flesh, soft and fluffy, that feeling, wow...” After saying that, he looked lewd again.
“If you die in a brothel, remember to take off our group emblem before you die.” Roger shook his head. “It’s about time for Matar and Elfa to come back, right?”
“Matar is back. I just heard she’s going to take a bath. As for that Elfa that guy, he said he was going to do some private business when he entered the city. Damn, I knew he was going to look for that little cow again when he acted like that.”
“Haha, this guy is quite loyal.” Roger laughed.
“Let’s not talk about anything else. I’m going to meet the Marchioness. Are you ready?”
“What are you preparing for?”
Roger opened his eyes and looked at Randy’s terrified expression, “What’s wrong? Do you need to prepare a gift to meet the Marquise?”
“Haven’t you heard of the Marquise’s rules? Didn’t those who came to notify you tell you?” Randy looked at Roger as if he were a monster.
“Well, no.” Roger nodded and then shook his head.
“If you want to meet the Marquise, you must first pick out a dress and a new pair of boots. Don’t wear this rotten leather armor and put away these iron shoes. Wipe off the mud and sand on the soles of your new shoes, and don’t bring this broken heavy sword, in case it is confiscated. Take some time to trim your weed-like hair. You look more and more like a beggar.” Randy began to nag like an old woman. Roger was confused and for a moment he forgot to resist and let him insult him severely.
“Hey, have you met the Marquise?” Roger asked curiously, pushing away Randy’s hands that were rubbing his hair. “Who told you all this nonsense?”
“Yes, I have. I went to see the Marquise with my former captain last time. I walked in wearing leather armor and was thrown out naked. What do you think...”
Following Randy’s instructions, Roger not only changed into expensive clothes, but also had his hair cut neatly. After dressing up inside and out, he looked like a young nobleman at first glance.
Following Randy to the gate of the magnificent Marquis’s Mansion, Roger handed over the iron plate, and a maid led him to the hall of the Marquis’s Mansion. Roger originally wanted to let Randy go in with him, but Randy had a psychological trauma and refused to go in no matter how much he was dragged. In the few seconds when Roger handed over the iron plate, he disappeared out of thin air, which made Roger very angry.
After waiting in the hall for a while, the maid took Roger to the door of a room and told him that he could go in directly. Roger knocked on the door, and seeing no response from inside, he pushed the door open and went in.
The room was simple and formal, with no unnecessary decorations, only large bookcases filled with thick archive books. Roger walked around a screen and cautiously approached the desk at the back.
The large black-painted wooden table was piled with all kinds of documents, which were neatly divided into several piles and neatly stacked on the table. Behind the piles of documents was a lady holding a quill pen and writing furiously.
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