Succubus Master
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Chapter 7: Brothel Incident (II)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7: Brothel Incident (II) - 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
After the people were selected, Roger and the other three were arranged into separate rooms. Elfa took the cow tribe woman named Angelina with him, and Randy called his old lover, a charming Nord woman. Only Roger was led into this slightly empty large room, where he waited quietly for them to bring the woman over.
After a while, the door of the room opened and two burly men walked in, dragging a woman covered in bruises.
Angie followed behind and walked in.
“Sir, this is the person you want. Her name is Carol. Do you want to pay her now or wait until you are done playing?”
“Let’s settle it now. How much is the total, including those two people’s?” Roger touched his space ring.
“Angelina is 100 gold coins, Laura is 80 gold coins, and Carol is a little more expensive, so I’ll charge 500 gold coins.” The fox man was good at calculating. Angie’s eyes rolled around and he continued, “A total of 680 gold coins.”
Roger gave him seven hundred gold coins. The fox man took the tip and became more enthusiastic. While saying flattering words, he directed two strong men to help Roger get some small things to liven up the atmosphere. When he went out, he even closed the door for Roger.
Roger began to look at this woman who the brothel still dared to sell at such a high price even though she had messed up a few deals.
The woman looked to be in her early twenties, with short blond hair that was covered in dirt and looked dirty. There were a lot of blood and black marks on his face, but no wounds. No matter how hard the people in the brothel beat the prostitutes, they could never hit them in the face because that was how they made their living.
Looking closely at that face, it was a beautiful face that even the blood and stains could not hide. The edges and corners are sharp and a bit tough, but it also has a feminine softness. If there were no bloodstains, she would definitely be an absolute beauty.
Looking down, she was only wearing a linen robe worn by civilians, and her curvy body was covered with bruises. It seemed that she had been beaten a lot recently. There were shackles on her hands and feet, and a small spell array was drawn on her collarbone.
It was a Qi-locking spell formation that blocked the condensation of fighting spirit, and was specifically designed to deal with melee professions like warriors and swordsmen. Once you are cast with the Qi-locking spell, no matter how high your rank as a swordsman was before, you will become an ordinary person without fighting spirit.
The drawings of these spell arrays are extremely complex, and the casting of mana is also very particular. Only magicians above the level of mage are capable of drawing them.
Moreover, the air-locking spell formation drawn by each magician is different. Generally speaking, only the person who drew the air-locking spell formation can unlock it.
Being able to force the brothel to invite a magician to cast a spell personally, it seems that this woman must have been very powerful before.
“Do you want to take a shower?” Roger looked into the woman’s eyes. Those eyes were full of vigilance, staring at him intently, as if they would pounce on him and bite his throat at any time.
There was a moment of silence, with only the sound of the woman’s rapid breathing in the air.
“How about I help you wash it?” Roger stood up and took a step forward.
“Ahhh!” The woman let out a sharp scream, shrank back, and stared at Roger fiercely, showing extreme resistance. The golden hair scattered clouds of dust as she moved violently.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to you.” Roger raised his hands to show that he was harmless, motioned for the woman to let down her guard, and continued to walk towards her. Indeed, he certainly would not rpe the girl. Not to mention that he didn’t have such a disgusting habit to begin with, now that he had inherited the righteous godhood of the God of Light, Fren, he was even more averse to things like rpe.
“Get out ... get away! Don’t come over here!” The girl finally uttered a few words. How could she believe Roger’s words? Seeing Roger getting closer and closer, she had already retreated to the door. With nowhere to retreat, she screamed hysterically. Suddenly she jumped up and opened her mouth to bite Roger.
Gently holding her mouth to catch her body, although Roger was only a third-level junior swordsman, he was indeed able to deal with such a person without fighting spirit with ease.
The woman struggled desperately in Roger’s arms. The few guests she had met before were all civilian merchants. The wealthy nobles would not look down on this dirty-looking woman, and most powerful adventurers could not afford the money, so when facing a few civilians, she could naturally hurt them with her physical fitness, but it was different in front of Roger. No matter how she struggled, Roger always held her firmly in his arms.
After a long stalemate, perhaps out of tiredness or despair, the woman finally drooped her body weakly, as if her soul had been sucked out of her in an instant. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, tears at the corners of her eyes drew a line and flowed down her cheeks.
“That’s right, be obedient, then we can do our job properly.” Roger laughed loudly, carrying the dirty woman in princess carry towards the bathtub...