Blood Emperor Throne

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A pair of silky, black fishnet-stockinged hands grasped the thick, menacing lance that had just been roused but was now erect and menacing again from behind Asmodé's waist. Her smooth, delicate fingers, clad in black fishnet stockings, moved seductively with the lance that had ravaged her and the handsome count beneath her countless times the previous night, amidst the sticky, gurgling sounds.

The Duchess's alluring and mature face was adorned with an arrogant yet seductive smile, and her soft, sweet lips parted slightly, releasing a fragrant, sticky, aphrodisiac mist.

Her plump, round, and alluring buttocks were now only covered by a pair of long, glossy black stockings with bright purple lace trim. However, she wasn't going commando, as a pair of bright purple thong-shaped lace panties were still softly nestled between her two plump, white, and juicy buttocks.

However, compared to the vacuum, her plump, nectarine-like vulva, already filled with sticky, white fluid, cannot be concealed by this bright purple openwork lace. Moreover, this already extremely seductive and revealing T-shaped bright purple openwork lace is already soaked in sticky, ripe nectar and is in a state of being parted.

Clearly, before violating her, that monstrous, thick lance merely parted the deep purple thong-shaped lace panties embedded between her two plump, white labia with its grotesque beast head, then thrust its spear forward, spreading her slick, fleshy vulva, and pinned this noble, mature duchess down like a seductive slave, embracing and possessing her two ripe mounds. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

"You clearly violated me and the Countess last night—from the dinner party until now—and you're still so agitated and excited?!"

The countess's alluring, mature eyes gazed at Asmodie, who remained indifferent as if enjoying the service of a female slave. Her smooth, delicate black silk bracelets gripped the hot, thick lance in her hand, and the lustful desire in her eyes grew even more seductive. Her already full, soft, plump vulva was fully prepared to be violated and filled at any moment.

This alluring and seductive banquet that made her feel weak and muscular didn't end just last night after this man filled her with his ripe, plump, and tender flesh and her moist and sweet clitoris.

Last night at the banquet, after they signed the trade contract for Castella, the charming duchess and the elegant and beautiful countess gracefully and dignifiedly put their exquisite and gorgeous crystal high heels back on their feet, which were already covered with a thick, sticky white paste.

Then, in front of the Duchess and her two sister-like Royal Guards, as well as the Countess's Royal Guards and Head Maid, the man simultaneously slipped his large hands into her black gauze evening gown and the Countess's vibrant purple deep-V evening gown, grasping one of her soft, plump, white breasts and the Countess's soft, nurturing, milky breasts.

This state of mind was almost like that of an arrogant master who had orchestrated the signing of this trade agreement, enjoying his charming and alluring mature female slaves and elegant and graceful female slaves, casually playing with their soft and plump breasts, enough to make any man lose his erection, in front of the noble ladies and maids attending the banquet.

And this was just the beginning. After the elegant and intellectual head maid cleared away the banquet...

Her elegant and beautiful guard sisters, the Flower Princess Knights, and the Countess's noble and charming female Knight Commander, actually betrayed her, the Duchess, and the beautiful Countess under this man's orders, and put her plump, gourd-shaped, alluring flesh and the Countess's plump, mature, and sweet flesh on the dinner table.

This forced the noble and elegant Duchess of Bordeaux, and the refined and beautiful Countess of Castellame, to adopt an extremely shameful posture, almost like a noblewoman or prostitute welcoming a patron, displaying the hindquarters of a mare.

Forced to wear their respective pairs of glossy, crystal-studded high heels stained with a sticky, white residue, they accentuated her plump, soft, and oily black suspender stockings, resembling ripe peaches, and the countess's plump, soft, and oily stockings, like semi-solidified cream and honey.

The plump, juicy peach-shaped abalone and the creamy, smooth, creamy steamed bun-shaped abalone were only covered by a black thong-shaped lace panty and a bright purple lace panty with thin straps, their sticky, mature flesh deeply embedded in their plump abalone, exposed to the man's ferocious, thick spear.

Subsequently, the royal guard sisters, the Flower Princess Knight and the Countess's beautiful mother Knight Captain, who had betrayed her as the Duchess, together put lace blindfolds and bright red gags on the two charming and mature Duchesses and the elegant and mature Countess, which only female slaves would wear. They also tied their beautiful black silk hands, which were covered with short black fishnet gloves, and their beautiful purple silk hands, which were covered with long purple silk gloves, behind their heads.

The banquet, which began with luxurious delicacies, evolved into a feast for the charming duchess and the elegant and sophisticated count.

Meanwhile, her guard sisters, the Flower Princess Knights and the beautiful Mother Princess Knight Commander, took on the role of welcoming guests. With their alluring, slender black silk-clad hands and seductive, oily silk-clad hands, they held Asmodie's ferocious and massive lance, enjoying the company of these two mature and beautiful noblewomen who were the envy of countless males in the outside world.

Chapter 104 The Morning Banquet of the Madam and the Mature Mother; Part 2 (Second Update)

Externally, the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild and Castella signed an agreement under the joint signature of Duchess Orissa and Countess Osalia, to exchange goods, develop roads, and provide Castella with trade routes and channels.

This kind of trade contract is very common in the Empire, and the trade contract between the Platinum Rose Merchant Guild and Castella is just another example of a trade contract with incidental influence.

Although the sudden signing of this contract greatly displeased the noble lords who formed the encirclement, they could not say anything, because it was legal and reasonable in the empire to add value to the trade contract by using their own influence.

However, these bloated nobles and greedy lords were completely unaware that beneath this seemingly ordinary trade contract lay a slave contract for the charming duchess and the elegant and mature countess.

When the Duchess's smooth, alluring hands in black fishing net stockings and the Countess's elegant hands in purple silk stockings together held the velvet pen and signed their names and stamped their badges on the trade contract between the two parties.

This means that this beautiful countess with her plump breasts and mature hips was giving them to Asmodeus, a man other than her husband, as a bonus in this contract.

"Goo-ooh?~~ You...you ...

On the Gothic bed, filled with the sweet scent of mature women and their seductive fragrance, the wanton moans of spring, mixed with the sticky sounds of nectar churning, echoed endlessly.

"Hmm?~~ Hmm?~~ Hah~~"

On the Gothic bed, the elegant and beautiful countess was bound by a thong of bright purple lace, which was soaked in the nectar of mature flowers. Her soft and fragrant lips were tightly bound, and her beautiful hands, which were elegant and charming, were tied up and suspended high above her head by a long black stocking with glossy lace trim that still carried a hint of seductive fragrance.

Her elegant and alluring light blue eyes were also covered by a close-fitting white openwork lace, and her plump, soft, and glossy flesh was bound into a duck-like position by two purple lace-trimmed suspenders, forcing her to expose her creamy, fully-filled vulva to the air filled with the sweet fragrance of mature women.

"Goo-ooh?~~ Going to be lost?~~ Ugh?~~ Again?~~ By you, you rough big wolfhound?~~ Ugh-ooh???~~"

Beside the Countess, the alluring duchess was now completely reduced to a mere concubine for Asmodeus to enjoy at will. Her slick, ripe flesh, glistening with fragrant sweat and soaked in the nectar and milk of a mature woman, was pressed beneath Asmodeus's tall, strong body.

Like a rampaging centaur lancer, he used a fleshy gourd-shaped seedbed with plump breasts and ripe buttocks to lift her up, carrying a pair of black lace-trimmed suspender stockings that were becoming increasingly oily and greasy from being soaked in the nectar of a ripe woman. He then turned to the side, grasping one of the Duchess's plump, peach-shaped breasts that was constantly swaying up and down, and thrusting his hips forward repeatedly.

At this moment, that ferocious, thick, and fiery lance first squeezed between her two plump, white buttocks, which were steaming with the sweet fragrance of ripe femininity, and pressed against her soft, moist clitoris.

Then, in the next position, it transforms into a large and ferocious spring mortar, spreading open the two white, plump, and moist peach-shaped abalone, filling the Duchess's ripe and soft honey spring again and again. Each time it rides, it can cause the flower nectar to splash wildly, just like a pool of spring honey spring.

"Eek? This position? ~~Gurgle? ~~No? ~Can't? ~Gurgle eeee? ~~At the same time? ~If? ~Ugh eeee eeee? ~~"

The Duchess, subjected to this violation, could only submit to Asmodé's assault. Her two honey-scented, steaming, peach-shaped mounds, like two soft, creamy cakes coated in ripe nectar, were repeatedly pounded by Asmodé's hard, solid waist until they collapsed like semi-solidified cream, and from this center, waves of soft, ripe buttocks trembled like shivers of cream.

The two mounds of milk, already soaked in sweet, ripe nectar, became even more slippery from the sweat and milk, turning into two buttery spheres that swayed wildly in Asmodé's hands, with drops of nectar splashing everywhere.

"Oh?~~ I'm going to... become completely... a submissive, devoted wife who can't live without you?~~ I'm going to be lost?~ Oh, oh, oh?~~"

The charming and alluring Duchess, on this Gothic bed in the morning, on the wedding bed of other noblewomen, was violated by a man other than her husband, to the point that she could only bite her soft, moist lips, her eyes rolling upwards in desire, with ripe nectar and sweet milk splashing everywhere.

And this was already the umpteenth time she had been violated by this man other than her husband since last night's dinner party, to the point of being overwhelmed with pleasure.

From the start of last night's dinner, she, the alluring and mature wife of the Duke of Bordeaux, and the elegant and beautiful widow of the former Count of Castellane, were both violated by men other than their husbands, from the evening dinner until the dawn broke.

Their soft, sweet lips, their plump, beautiful breasts, their tender, soft, and luxurious vulvas, their soft, moist clitoris, and even their elegant, luscious feet, have all been filled with this man's thick, sticky, hot semen countless times.

At the banquet, the rebellious female knights, holding the men's thick and ferocious beast lances, violated them until their eyes rolled back in ecstasy, their plump vulvas and honeyed buds were filled, and their ripe, soft, oily legs trembled.

The man then fastened a forked platinum chain around the newly fitted leather chokers on their necks, leading the alluring and mature lady and the elegant and beautiful countess from the banquet hall all the way to the countess's boudoir.

The crisp, elegant sound of high heels from the ladies coming and going, and the pattering of maids' stilettos falling beside them, made them, whose vision was restricted by lace blindfolds, feel as if countless haughty, contemptuous, fiery, and seductive gazes were constantly falling on their plump, round, gourd-shaped, alluring breasts and ripe buttocks.

Their plump, oily vulvas, already filled with thick white fluid, dripped with ripe nectar and thick white fluid on their way to their boudoirs, and their soft, delicate, and moist clitoris, were constantly subjected to contemptuous and seductive glances from these noble and charming ladies and elegant and dignified maids along the way.

On their way to their boudoir, the charming and mature Duchess and the elegant and beautiful Earl were violated countless times by this man, who grabbed the platinum chains around their necks. Along the way, the dining table, railings, steps, door frames, walls, and even flower bushes were all covered with the glistening nectar of mature women.

Whenever this man lifts the platinum dog chain around their jade necks, the Duchess and the Countess will obediently raise their plump, soft breasts, which are like two mounds filled with sweet, ripe milk, or straighten their upper bodies, swaying their two fragrant, ripe breasts, and gently part their soft, ripe lips that exude a sweet, feminine fragrance, to serve the monstrous lance that is pressing against their lips.

After entering the Countess's boudoir, this man continued to ravage her charming and elegant beauty from night until dawn, until the Gothic bed was soaked with the nectar of a mature woman, and the boudoir floor was scattered with various revealing evening gowns and crystal high heels.

This man, like a wild, untamed centaur lancer, pressed them down in all sorts of seductive and wanton ways on balconies, French windows, benches, dressing tables, and even desks, embracing their greasy, soft hair and launching wave after wave of violent and savage charges.

Their long, slender, plump, and fleshy legs had changed into countless pairs of alluring, glossy, and sensual stockings throughout the night.

All that remained on the wooden floor covered with a woolen carpet were countless pairs of glossy black and glossy flesh-colored pantyhose, some crumpled, some torn, and some stained with ripe nectar and sticky white fluid. There were also black and red lace-trimmed glossy black and flesh-colored lace-trimmed glossy flesh-colored pantyhose, bright purple lace-trimmed suspender glossy purple and flesh-colored pantyhose, as well as black pantyhose, black suspender glossy black and flesh-colored pantyhose, and red lace-trimmed suspender glossy black and flesh-colored pantyhose.

The styles of crystal high heels evolved from the initial pointed-toe, light blue, elegant crystal high heels and smoky purple pointed-toe, light blue, elegant crystal stilettos, to the scattered emerald green and light blue backless crystal stilettos. Other styles included vibrant purple crystal stiletto open-toe heels, ring-finger stiletto heels, black pointed-toe red-based semi-transparent crystal stilettos, vibrant red lace-up transparent stilettos, and vibrant purple transparent crystal stilettos. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another source: "Mei You Ne Mei Zai Yong Kong Ni Lin Zai Zai Mei Ne.")

These pairs of elegant and exquisite crystal high heels, some of which were the Duchess's own style and others from the Countess's wardrobe, were scattered on the floor of the boudoir after they were hooked up with glossy silk and filled with sticky, hot semen by Asmodie's ferocious and burly beast into their silk-stockinged feet and crystal high heels.

The Duchess's climax of ecstasy and moans left Countess Osalia, whose vision and speech were restricted, with no choice but to listen to the Duchess's increasingly seductive and wanton moans in this restrained and shameful posture, mixed with increasingly violent and savage slapping sounds.

The gurgling sound of the nectar churning was like a wild and savage centaur lancer raising a thick and ferocious lance and launching a continuous and violent charge at a spring of ripe, soft nectar overflowing with spring juice.

At last night's banquet, the beautiful Countess and the Duchess Orissa were subjected to this restrained and defeated posture by Asmodie, who freely and wantonly kneaded their plump, white, and soft breasts, which resembled ripe, juicy nectarines, and their fleshy buttocks, which resembled two mounds of creamy, ripe nectarines.

Bound by the rebellious female knights, they could only become the byproducts of this trade contract in a seductive, bound state, turning into female slaves and bitches that Asmodie could use at will, to be fertilized and impregnated at will.

After the trade agreement was signed, the beautiful knight Cassandra and the two platinum rose knight sisters, holding the rough and arrogant hot lance, violated these charming and elegant beauties until their spring honeys were splashing everywhere. From their soft, sweet lips bound by bright red gags, strands of aphrodisiac fragrance and wanton, unrestrained spring cries could not be stopped.

The two pairs of ripe, plump, and soft milky breasts were reduced to creamy cakes coated with sweet, ripe milk, and were held up and served by the rebellious princess knights. With their five senses restricted, they allowed men other than their husbands to freely milk and taste them.

In this restrained state, her two plump, milky cakes, which resembled semi-solidified cream and honey, were also soaked in the sweet and succulent milk and honey and glistening sweat, becoming smooth and soft. The two peach shortbreads remained in a milky state, as if Asmoda was enjoying them at her leisure.

Chapter 105 The Morning Banquet of the Madam and the Mature Mother; Part 2 (Third Update)

As the warm morning sun shines into the castle, the castle maids begin their cleaning work.

Today's cleanup will be a little more complicated, after all, last night was a whole night of seductive banquet. Although the elegant manners of the noble ladies and knights prevented them from making any impolite actions such as spilling wine, pastries, or cream.

However, the replacement of meals, the preparation of new drinks, the cleaning of the venue, and the ongoing preparations for tonight's alluring banquet were still a bit more complicated than usual.

However, this was not difficult for the sixty-six carefully selected castle maids.

These sixty-six maids were all carefully selected by the head maid, Lorraine, and Countess Osalia. They were all elegant maids with plump and voluptuous bodies, possessing soft, ripe breasts and moist, fragrant buttocks. Their appearances ranged from beautiful and charming to alluring and mature. They were all different in their own way, but they all had one thing in common: they were all virgins who had never been touched by any male.

These sixty-six maids were all dressed in pure, sheer white bodysuits or pure white lace-trimmed suspender stockings, at a seductive banquet exclusively for maids. Their plump bodies, with their honeyed breasts and fragrant buttocks, were only covered by cool and revealing white lace aprons. On the surface, they were maintaining the banquet, but in reality, they were only serving Asmodie, the only guest.

Whenever Asmodeus walked past them, these elegant and beautiful maids would obediently bend down their soft, white-stockinged legs, and offer their services with their fragrant tongues and lips. Or, while ostensibly tidying the table and cleaning, they would raise their soft, white-stockinged buttocks high with a blush of sensuality, allowing Asmodeus to violate them at will.

After this service of the maids, all sixty-six maids were branded with slave markings by Asmodie and became the maid corps that served the Castelia Castle.

The maids who received the blessing not only became more mature and voluptuous, but their appearances also became more elegant and beautiful, with a touch of alluring charm. Their soft and beautiful eyes turned into a vibrant purple like a nightingale's, and their agility and flexibility were greatly enhanced.

The once delicate maids now possessed a plump and elegant allure, with breasts and buttocks that rivaled those of the Purple Nightingale Knights before they received the blessing. Even the knights of Dorne, if unarmored, would be defeated by their agile movements and graceful dance steps.

Every morning, the head maid, Rowling, would arrange the work. In the castle hall, there were sixty-six delicate, plump, elegant maids in white silk stockings.

Wearing matching cool lace aprons, their plump, white bodies with their honey-smooth breasts and fragrant buttocks were clad only in creamy, sheer white stockings and white garter stockings. Their soft, delicate white silk-stockinged feet were all hooked up to matching, pure white crystal transparent stiletto heels, arranged in six rows, standing elegantly and dignifiedly.

Before these six rows of maids, the elegant and intellectual head maid, Rowling, dressed in white silk, quietly crossed her hands, clasped in simple white lace short gloves, over her lower abdomen. Her gentle and beautiful emerald green eyes calmly swept over the sixty-six maids before her.

Her long, straight black hair was styled into a dignified and elegant updo with a pure white maid's hair ornament, her black hair reaching her waist, exuding grace and poise.

However, beneath this elegant and graceful demeanor, her voluptuous and plump body, with its fragrant breasts and full buttocks, was just as it had been the night before, clad only in a sheer white lace apron with openwork details and a pair of pure white stockings that resembled creamy, translucent flesh.

The fragrant, smooth, and plump butterfly-shaped vulva was wrapped in creamy white gauze pantyhose, exuding the sweet scent of a virgin. Underneath the bare, white, openwork lace apron, only a glimpse of extremely revealing and seductive thin-strapped thong white openwork maid lace remained.

As the head maid among the sixty-six maids, Rowling's daily tasks included arranging the work for her maids and preparing the Countess and Catherine for their morning grooming and dressing.

Her primary task was to enter Asmodeus's room every morning, draped in this extremely revealing white silk apron worn by a maid, ostensibly to tidy Asmodeus's room and clothes.

In reality, she wore an arrogant and disgusted expression, striding her soft, plump white silk legs to Asmodie. With an arrogant and contemptuous look, she lifted her already openwork lace apron, allowing the man to look at her at will or to reach out and fondle her soft, plump vulva wrapped in vacuum-sealed cream-colored pantyhose.

While wiping the desk and tidying the bedding, she also had to lift her soft, plump, white-stockinged buttocks so that Asmodie, the man who controlled Castellania, could embrace her two soft, plump, white-stockinged buttocks from behind after breakfast, using her soft, plump, moist clitoris as a morning release.

After she left the man's room with a flushed, intoxicated blush and an arrogant expression, she still had to maintain the vacuum state of her clitoris being filled with sticky, hot white fluid and her soft, plump vulva overflowing with nectar, before going to tidy up the morning affairs for the Countess and Catherine.

"Alright, that's all for today's work. We still need to put more effort into preparing for tonight's banquet."

After instructing them on their daily tasks, the maids, their faces flushed with intoxication, dispersed in an orderly fashion.

After all, last night, they did more than just maintain the dinner party.

As Asmodeus led the Duchess and Countess from the closed banquet hall to their boudoir, the maids, who were only wearing lace aprons and glossy stockings, would often intentionally or unintentionally raise their moist, silky buttocks in front of Asmodeus as he passed by.

Therefore, most of these sixty-six maids had been punished by Asmodeus at the banquet. Along Asmodeus's path, several maids with soft, wet flesh and splattered nectar would often fall.

As Rowling watched the maids disperse in an orderly fashion, her jade-like hands, adorned with pristine white lace lace short gloves, re-hooked a pair of pristine white, glossy, high-heeled maid shoes onto her two tender, soft, and delicate feet, which were covered in white silk stockings.

She looked at the pair of pristine white high heels adorned with white silk stockings, and a hint of arrogance and disdain flickered in her soft, emerald eyes.

In exchange for Asmodel's terms, as long as he was willing to continue assisting Castella, this elegant and intellectual white-stockinged head maid would be at his disposal, except for her virgin soft vulva.

So far, whether it's her soft, sweet lips and tongue, her soft, creamy breasts, or her ripe, moist buttocks in white silk stockings, all of them have been enjoyed by this man. Even her plump, white silk stockings have been stepped on by him with a contemptuous and arrogant attitude, until her maid's high heels were filled with his penis countless times.

The Countess and Catherine were completely unaware that while their elegant and intellectual maid was preparing them for their morning chores and cleaning duties, her soft, white silk stockings and her smooth, creamy white silk heels were being filled with a man's thick, sticky semen.

After giving instructions about the castle, she walked gracefully to the garden to arrange the preparation of afternoon tea and refreshments, and instructed the maids to trim the garden.

Currently, apart from Asmodel, there are no other males in the castle. After all, the maids, noblewomen, and even the female knights in the castle are becoming increasingly alluring and seductive, and their clothing is becoming more and more revealing and scantily clad when they are in the castle during their leisure time.

Therefore, as the Countess and Catherine's private retreat, the garden's maintenance, cleaning, and pruning were naturally the responsibility of the maids, and males were strictly forbidden from entering.

However, upon entering the garden, Rowling discovered that the maids there all wore pink hearts adorned with intoxicating allure, their faces flushed with the allure of spring. They moved about with their heads bowed, their soft, white silk-clad legs slightly parted, their breathing slightly dazed.

Rowling looked up and saw a vibrant, mature spring scene appear behind the tall, flat French windows of the Countess's boudoir, falling into her gentle, yet alluring, emerald-green eyes.

The charming Duchess Olissa and the elegant and mature Countess Olissa, with their hands bound by stockings, their alluring eyes covered by lace blindfolds, and their soft, moist lips bound by bright purple and black-red thin lace suspenders, were being pressed against this floor-to-ceiling window by a tall and strong man other than their husbands.

The Duchess's plump, round, gourd-shaped, alluring flesh and the Countess's plump, round, and ripe flesh were only covered by extremely alluring and seductive oily black stockings and oily, translucent, fleshy buttock-hugging stockings. Their enchanting, alluring black stockings and their fragrant, soft, oily, fleshy feet were each wearing a pair of noble and beautiful bright red spaghetti strap open-toe stilettos and elegant and seductive bright purple spaghetti strap open-toe stilettos.

Two plump, soft, and creamy peach-shaped breasts, and two plump, juicy, and nurturing breasts, trembled and pressed against the French windows like sweet, soft, creamy cakes, turning into extremely soft and creamy cakes, with drops of milk and honey dripping down the glass.

The plump, soft, and fleshy glossy black stockings, and the plump, soft, and oily stockings resembling creamy cakes, were subjected to an extremely humiliating and lewd act. The man, whom she, the head maid, despised and loathed, took turns ramming the Duchess's plump, soft, peach-shaped buttocks in black stockings and the Countess's plump, soft, and oily stockings, causing her buttocks to ripple and her juices to splatter.

Her plump, voluptuous, and greasy black silk-stockinged legs, clad in bright red stilettos, and her soft, voluptuous legs, hooked up with bright purple crystal stilettos, trembled as Asmodie took turns ramming into her, and the splattered nectar and spring juices even landed on the French windows.

Moreover, from this angle, the maids passing by the floor-to-ceiling windows could clearly see how the Duchess's originally charming and mature beauty and the Countess's elegant and mature beauty transformed into a seductive and infatuated state.

How could that ferocious, massive centaur lance, clad in oily, thin black stockings and slippery, flesh-penetrating pantyhose, take turns violating the two most noble and alluring beauties of the Grand Duke of Bordeaux and the Count of Castellía, until their nectar splattered, their soft breasts and plump buttocks trembled wildly, and their eyes rolled upwards beneath lace blindfolds?

Chapter 106 The Noblewoman's Flesh Armor (First Update)

"Tap-tap-tap-"

The crisp sound of crystal high heels echoed through the corridor as a pair of delicate, soft, white silk stockings, clad in elegant, high-heeled crystal stilettos, stepped onto the wooden floor.

Rowling crossed her white silk-clad hands in front of her lower abdomen, her plump, soft, white silk-clad legs moving with elegant and dignified steps, forming a striking contrast with the maids beside her, whose bodies were soft and whose dignified steps were slightly languid and charming.

The castle was still filled with the lingering sweet and mellow scent of honey and milk from the previous night. The pure maids, dressed in cool, sleeveless, backless maid shirts, were kneeling on the ground, cleaning up the accumulated sweet nectar and sticky, fragrant milk.

Whenever these maids were cleaning, they would either lower their slender white silk waists or slightly raise their white silk feet, which were clad in pure white crystal maid heels, and straighten their jade-like, tender white silk legs.

Their plump, soft, white-silk-clad buttocks, their fragrant, smooth, white-silk-clad buttocks, their soft, honey-skinned buttocks marked with a soft, smooth ring by white lace suspenders, their bare, white-silk-clad abalone or soft, ripe abalone, all are exposed in an elegant manner, ready to be enjoyed and tasted, in this air filled with feminine fragrance.

Even just the beautiful and elegant maids in this castle, with their alluring and seductive scenery, the way their white silk-clad legs move as their aprons flutter, revealing their glistening, nectar-drenched vulvas already ready to be fertilized, is enough to ignite the most primal desires in any male creature who enters.

Not to mention the sleeveless, backless maid shirts worn by the maids, which were practically like a vacuum, with extremely sensual and revealing cutouts on both sides, as if to make it easy for others to put their hands inside and play with their soft, fragrant breasts and white silk breasts.

However, let alone stepping into this castle, the entire castle, including the outer garden and even the princess knight's residence, is only open to Asmodeus, making this place Asmodeus's territory alone.

Every morning, the maids have a rather heavy workload, and today is even busier.

In the past, they had to handle much more than just the maintenance and cleaning of the castle.

Every day, six of the sixty-six maids who maintain the castle change into extremely revealing, vacuum-sealed, white silk pantyhose. Their smooth, soft white silk legs, adorned with crystal maid heels and delicate suspender ring-toe crystal maid heels, enter Asmodeus's room to provide their master with morning cleaning and serve as Asmodeus's breakfast for him to enjoy.