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"Eek?~~ There~ Eek~ No~ You can't?~ That's not where you lowly creatures are,~ Eek oh oh oh?~~~"

Just as this dignified woman was about to reprimand the lowly cleaning worker for her disrespectful act as a noblewoman, Asmodie's large hand disrespectfully caressed her soft, fleshy waist, accentuated by her waist-high, glossy stockings, and then swept upwards across her snow-white armpits, roughly grasping her two plump, trembling breasts that were constantly bobbing up and down.

The two large hands that used to hold swords and spears were like two large marshmallows filled with rich, creamy milk. They could only barely hold up the two mounds of milky fat. Because of the pink spring water like condensed milk and the overflowing rich milk, the two mounds of fat were as slippery as oily balloons coated with cream.

Even though Asmody's ten fingers were deeply embedded in the soft, creamy milk, large swathes of creamy milk still spilled out from between his fingers, swallowing his two large hands into the smooth, soft, creamy marshmallows. The texture was extremely soft and smooth, comparable to kneading two half-melted, creamy honey balls that were overflowing with rich, delicious milk.

If the milk is not lifted up and milked, but rather grasped and squeezed, the soft, creamy milk would likely slip out of your hand with just a slight shake, swaying up and down like two balls of rich, creamy milk.

With just a little kneading and shaking, this smooth and soft cream papaya can sway like a milk cake, creating waves of cream.

Eleanor, who was being kneaded by Asmodian, was now completely powerless to resist. With just a little kneading of her two soft, creamy breasts, she let out a seductive moan from her ripe, purplish lips. Her two tender nipples, adorned with purplish milk droplets, dripped milk onto the spring water.

Seeing this, Asmodée also resorted to coercive tactics.

He kneaded the two mounds of creamy papaya, leaned close to the dignified woman's ear from behind, and whispered in a seductive voice.

"Madam, do you not want to be led, dressed only in a bright purple veil and gauze robe, bound by a platinum dog chain and a bright purple lace collar, transformed into a female dog, to your deceased husband, to have your body violated and impregnated in front of the tombstones of your deceased husband and three sons, and then to swear the female dog contract?"

The ferocious female beast, radiating male pheromones, pressed down against the dignified woman's plump, soft, and juicy vulva, which was wrapped in sheer, oily stockings.

Upon hearing this, the dignified and alluring woman, under this humiliating coercion, had no choice but to raise her silk stockings with glistening tears and trembling with humiliation. She then parted her two moist and oily buttocks, completely exposing her slightly wriggling clitoris, which was wrapped in silk stockings, to the male beast other than her deceased husband.

"I'm sorry? ~Husband~ I was... ~given to you~a lowly cleaning lady? ~Eek eek eek?~~"

With a seductive cry, the dignified woman raised her head high, her alluring eyes rolling back in a seductive, wanton manner. Drops of glistening saliva dripped from her half-bitten, soft lips, making her the first prize coerced by Asmodie, this lowly cleaner.

Chapter 160 The Defeat and Killing of the White-Silk-Clad Beautiful Wife, the Knight

Today, the maid ranch has an abundance of high-quality milk.

The sweet, rich aroma of milk, mingled with the soft laughter of these plump, curvaceous beauties, permeated the steamy, warm spring bath. You sing, I sing, plum blossoms, empty, forest, are you there?

However, because the maids who were supposed to work for these milk sources all became mature female cows and succumbed to the savage bull Asmodian.

The task that should have been cleaning, wiping, and sorting these high-quality milk sources fell into Asmodie's hands.

It is obvious that these women, whether graceful and gentle, noble and mature, dignified and alluring, all possessing the ripeness and sweetness of milk that would be aroused at the mere touch of a large, burly bull, are like ripe, juicy peaches waiting to be harvested and extracted in front of Asmodie, this "lowly" cleanser. In this bath filled with the sweet scent of milk, they are subjected to various forms of coercion and violation by males other than their husbands.

"Madam, surely you don't want the common people under your rule to discover that you're being used as a milk source in this ranch, do you?"

Along the bathhouse shore, the elegant and intellectual white-stockinged widow, Alice, became Asmodian's second captive widow, coerced and possessed.

This gentle, white-haired widow was one of the first female slaves conquered and violated by Asmodie. She was impregnated by Asmodie as early as when she was dressed in a pure white wedding gown and signed the humiliating terms of defeat as a female slave.

The elegant and intellectual widow in white silk clearly has a deceased husband, and is also an intellectual widowed female mage.

However, Asmodeus, a male other than her husband, not only took her virginity, but also forced her to become pregnant after she signed the defeat contract and was subjected to a sexual assault by a male who was essentially a seed-laying, restraining, and anti-female.

These days, she wasn't just dealing with the construction of the mage tower; she was also nurturing her already delicate and mature body within its walls.

"Ee-hmm?~ Hmm-ha~~ Please don't~~ Spread this out~ Gurgle-oh-oh?~~"

"Mmm... I... will... properly... satisfy you, you... lowly... cleaner... mmm... hah..."

At this moment, this gentle and intelligent widow, under Asmodé's coercion, could only feel humiliation and tender shyness. Her peach-heart eyes, filled with a captivating allure, overflowed with spring-like charm, and her sweet, honeyed lips were enveloped in a lingering, fragrant mist.

With one hand cradling her slightly protruding, plump belly, and the other cradle her two soft, white, and milky breasts, she sat astride Asmodian's firm waist in an extremely shameful duck-like position, allowing this male, other than her deceased husband, to reach out and grasp her two tender, sweet, and fragrant white silk-like feet.

Two white silken feet, moistened by moisture and sweet, fragrant sweat, exuding a sweet, mature, and delicate aroma, should have been adorned with elegant, pure white crystal high heels, gracefully stepping into the milk spring to milk the animals.

But now, they have become Asmody's crystal high-heeled shoes, which he can use at will. He grabs them and forcibly spreads his two soft, plump, creamy white silk legs apart.

"Eek? ~So embarrassing? ~Haa~"

After the two soft, plump, white-stockinged legs were separated, the white-stockinged soft buttocks, which were already struggling to hang in the air, and the white-stockinged widow's soft vulva, which was wrapped in shiny, translucent white pantyhose and outlined as soft, smooth as a cream bun, were completely exposed to Asmodie's proud and ferocious beast.

The plump, soft, and creamy white strands, soaked in moisture and saturated with sweet, ripe honey, exude a rich, honeyed aroma, like a misty haze.

The ferocious, burly beast stood tall and proud, like a lance, its savage masculine aura enough to subdue any female on the spot. Not to mention that this white-silk, soft vulva had already entered a state of nectar, with drops of sticky, hot nectar seeping out of the white silk stockings and dripping onto the raised, ferocious beast head, making it even more glossy and grotesque.

Her two plump, soft, and moist breasts resembled two creamy papayas filled with rich, delicious milk. The white gauze curtains, already soaked with the sweet, ripe milk and moisture seeping out, clung softly to the snowy, moist milk balls. Beneath the translucent white gauze curtains, softly covered with milk fat, the tender, sweet, and glutinous milk buds were vaguely visible, with white milk droplets and white milk chains swaying gently.

Alice, the widow held back by a savage beast, had only a captivating, alluring blush in her clear, spring-like eyes.

She cradled her slightly protruding pregnant belly with one hand, her lips radiating a seductive allure. Her two milky white silk-clad feet, softly hooked onto transparent crystal stilettos, rested on either side of Asmodie's waist. Her heart-shaped eyes were filled with desire.

The smooth, soft soles of my feet, fragrant with the scent of white silk and milk cake, were already too soft for my body to handle. I stepped onto the warm, transparent white crystal shoes, which were filled with a misty, sweet fragrance, like the aroma of milk cake and honey.

"Eek?~ Sorry?~~ Kurt?~ Your white-stockinged widow~ is going to be violated by some lowly cleaning worker other than you?~~"

As her translucent, glossy, pure cream-white pantyhose, soaked in sweet, sticky sweat and moisture, resembled a soft, plump, creamy cake, her mature, white-stockinged buttocks trembled like a soft, creamy cake falling to the ground, creating soft, white-stockinged waves that crashed heavily against Asmodie's firm waist, creating soft, sticky ripples that resembled half-solidified cream.

This elegant and intellectual widow in white silk tilted her long, jade-like neck back, but her two plump, soft, and creamy white breasts, hooked by Asmodie's white milk chains, swayed up and down, creating ripples of milk fat that dripped down and were presented to Asmodie's lips for him to taste.

"Goooooooooooo??~~~"

That tall, thick, savage centaur lance, aided by the slippery spring juices, stretched open the widow's more sticky, warm, soft, and slippery cream bun and white silk soft vulva than ever before. After completely violating and possessing her, with just one round of rising and falling, the mellow and sweet spring juices overflowed and splashed, staining the tall, thick beast lance with oily honey stains.

"Gurgle?~ Kill me~" The next one was the defeated and submissive white-stockinged knight, who could only squat down in an extremely humiliating position, revealing her long, straight, lace-trimmed white-stockinged legs to Asmodie, displaying her already honey-saturated white flesh, plump vulva, and golden lush grass to announce her defeat.

Asmodie, holding the platinum dog chain around her neck, threatened, "Lady Knight, surely you don't want your husband to know that you're about to be violated by another man in this bath, do you?"

"If you don't want your husband to know about this, you know what to do, madam."

As for Asmodie, the only noble and beautiful princess knight among them, and the only one whose husband is still alive, the white-silk princess knight Iris, she has a different way of playing.

He held the platinum dog leash in his hand, that ferocious beast stained with milk and honey, and as the elegant white-stockinged knight squatted in an extremely humiliatingly provocative pose, he met her noble, alluring pink eyes overflowing with hearts.

"Gurgle~ I?~ I know what to do?~"

"I, the defeated knight-errant, Iris, will kneel in humiliation before my master, Asmodeus, to declare my submission and atonement?"

Chapter 161 The Mature Beauty Apologizes in Taxi

"Please...please...enjoy as much as you like...my filthy, soft, honey-like flesh?"

"Please accept my kneeling apology, you unfaithful widow!"

"Please accept my seductive female knight's confession of unfaithfulness in defeat?"

Beside the warm spring, where misty steam and the sweet aroma of ripe milk permeated the air, Asmodie, the cleaning worker who had intruded into this dairy farm, sat leisurely on a bench on the shore for resting. He curled his lips and looked down at these beauties who should have been of noble and elegant status, kneeling before him in a humiliating posture comparable to that of female dogs, surrendering in defeat before him.

From left to right: Iris, the noble and graceful knight in white silk; Eleanor, the dignified and alluring beauty in flesh-colored silk; and Iris, the gentle and intelligent widow in white silk who is already pregnant.

The next row consists of women who will be entering the maid milk fountain today to wait for milking. They are all milk sources with plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, comparable to ripe creamy fruits, which will ooze sweet nectar and rich milk with just a touch.

Each of them, if placed in the outside world, would be enough to make any male or noble lord swoon with desire at a single glance, their sweet, milky fragrance exuding elegance and nobility.

Even the elegant and mature beauty of her soft, voluptuous figure, the honeyed and milky fragrance emanating from her ripe body, and her soft, voluptuous figure—just looking at her would ignite the most frenzied desires in these men, causing them to pant heavily.

But now, these elegant people have lost all their grace and nobility.

Their honey-scented, soft, and tender flesh was all arranged in a row, kneeling before Asmodie in an extremely humiliating and lewd manner.

The mature and beautiful woman pressed her head against the ground, her fair hands also forming a straight line in front of her. Her two plump breasts, which looked like they were filled with sweet, ripe milk and soft fat, fell to the ground like cream cakes, turning into soft, creamy pancakes, as she tried her best to express her sincerity in apologizing.

In this extremely humiliating and lewd kneeling position, their plump buttocks, covered in various sheer, glistening stockings and soaked with glistening water droplets and overflowing, sensual nectar, were raised high as if waiting for Asmodé to enjoy them at any moment. Their plump, sensual clitoris, trapped under the sheer stockings in a state of sensual vacuum, were overflowing with nectar and exuding a fragrant aroma, waiting for Asmodé to plow and impregnate them at any time.

To show their sincerity, these women, coerced and humiliated by Asmodie, removed their silk skirts and gauze dresses, as well as the crystal high heels that would soon be filled with sticky white fluid as they performed foot massages for Asmodie, from their soft, fragrant, and oily feet.

Glistening water droplets and drops of sweet, ripe foot sweat rolling between their toes lingered, leaving a warm, sweet fragrance. Along with their sheer silk dresses and skirts, reminiscent of the style of lewd prostitutes, and their almost see-through breast curtains and lace panties, they were neatly arranged beside them, waiting for Asmodeus, the cleaner, to defile their elegant and luxurious crystal high heels that had just been on their fragrant, soft feet with thick, filthy white fluid.

Asmodie, holding two platinum dog leashes, gently led the elegant Countess Osalia and the charming Duchess Orissa to his front like seductive noblewomen dogs, their plump, glossy, dark-skinned pantyhose and juicy, ripe peach-colored black stockings swaying in front of him.

After Asmo removed the gags binding them, before they could even swallow the saliva dripping from their ripe, honeyed lips, that ferocious beast, overflowing with savage male pheromones and already dripping with white fluid, pressed directly against their noble, honeyed lips, which were still dripping with saliva and exhaling a misty spray.

Although the two noble ladies, whose heart-shaped eyes were covered by openwork lace blindfolds, lost their sight, they could still discern the savage, beastly aura that could subdue any woman, and the massive, ferocious size of the thing pressing against their lips. They had lost count of how many times this beast had used their noble, sweet lips as tools for sexual gratification.

"Eh?~~Guha?~~" You Yongmei Lin Ni Meikong Ni Lin Zaizai Mei?

"Huh? ~ Hmm? ~"

Because their long, slender, and lustrous hands, clad in silk stockings, were bound behind their waists with thin, bright purple and red chain handcuffs for easier milking later.

Faced with Asmodie's silent command to serve, these two noblewomen naturally obeyed their seductive instincts as noblewomen. Without being held by their silk stockings and beautiful bracelets, they gently parted their soft, smooth, and plump lips, adorned with vibrant purple and bright red lipstick. Sweet, honey-like mist swirled between their lips and wrapped around the beast's body, while their fragrant tongues, coated with sticky saliva, gradually entwined themselves around this savage beast.

Two noble ladies, outwardly elegant and unapproachable, were now, like two fierce and robust female dogs vying for Asmodie's favor, pleading with him to perform a fertilization ritual. They were using their sweet, moist tongues to clean and serve him, leaving behind drops of sticky saliva, creating soft, wet, squelching sounds.

Asmodie pressed down on their noble heads, adorned with crystal headbands and ribbons, and pressed them against this ferocious and savage beast. They were blindfolded with lace and had platinum dog chains binding their jade necks. The beast then adorned them with plump purple lip prints and seductive red lip prints, and the thick gun barrel was covered with seductive noblewoman lip prints.

Asmodian held Osalia's elegant and beautiful head with great pleasure, while his ferocious and burly beast squeezed open her soft and sticky flesh amidst her tender and sweet moans. The intense beastly aura and the burly beast filling her sticky lips caused Osalia's aquamarine heart-shaped eyes to roll upwards repeatedly, her saliva overflowing.

Asmodeus, the charming and noble lady, held her head down, her luscious red lips, overflowing with sticky nectar, and kissed her body, sliding down the tall and thick shaft of the gun, leaving drops of nectar and bright red lipstick along the way.

Only after burying the noble and alluring face of the Grand Duke of Bordeaux's wife and the mature and alluring face of the beautiful Countess Osalia together in the thick, dark forest did he stop, letting them tease his sticky, slippery, honeyed tongues. Their tender flesh was stretched to its limit, and their flower nectar flowed down. Their peach-heart-shaped spring eyes, hidden behind lace eye masks, couldn't help but roll upwards, and their noble and alluring faces were filled with a foolish and wanton look.

"Hmm? ~ Oh my god? ~~"

The Duchess and the Countess, their hearts swollen with desire, were clearly violated by a male other than their husbands. Their noble and charming faces were brutally pressed against the thick, dark forest of hair, turning their usually refined lips, which were used to savoring tea and milk cakes, into sticky, filthy white smears and a few black hairs. They were completely behaving like prostitutes in a brutal manner.

But the two ladies' swaying, soft, ripe, honey-smooth buttocks, their two plump breasts adorned with peach-pink crystal pendants and marked as female slaves, and their slippery, greasy black silk vulva and tender, ripe flesh vulva soaked in the overflowing honey, were clearly in a state of wanton fertility, waiting to be conceived.

Asmodeus enjoyed the care and attention of the two ladies, who took turns undulating their heads and kissing his warm, tender cavities without needing any support. Meanwhile, he leisurely watched the men before him as they lowered their seats and removed the offerings they had laid out as apologies.

Chapter 162 The Mature Mothers' Collective Apology and Submission

The first thing Asmodie saw was Alice, the elegant and intellectual widow in white silk.

This gentle widow, whose body was already pregnant and fair, now only had a white pantyhose, damp with moisture and soft like cream, covering her body like a woman who had just given birth. Her pair of fragrant, soft, white silk feet were also covered with glistening water droplets and honey sweat, shyly pressed together under the soft, plump, white silk buttocks.

She maintained her posture of kneeling in apology, and beside her fair and alluring flesh, which exuded a sweet and milky fragrance, lay a particularly cool and hazy semi-transparent white halter-neck lace-trimmed tulle dress, a pair of noble and elegant white round-toed crystal stilettos, two milk drop-shaped pendants that still retained a sweet and milky fragrance, as well as a white milk chain and a staff.

Secondly, there is Eleanor, the dignified and alluring noblewoman in silk stockings.

Compared to Alice, who was already pregnant, the woman next to this dignified woman with her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, who was fair and mature, could be described as slightly more seductive and erotic.

A bright purple, high-slit, backless halter-neck lace dress, slightly disheveled and tinged with the sweet scent of ripe honey, paired with a pair of bright purple, thong-shaped lace panties, also tinged with the scent of ripe honey and exuding a mature, sweet fragrance; two bright purple, heart-shaped breast pendants placed beside two mounds of plump, ripe, honey-cake-like breasts; and a bright purple, gold-threaded, purple tulle curtain for her breasts.

And finally, there were her elegant and alluring pair of bright purple pointed-toe, low-cut crystal stilettos, exuding a rich, mellow fragrance of her feet, tinged with a hazy mist, dripping with sweet sweat and glistening water droplets.

The last one, the white-stockinged knight Iris who was defeated and apologized, was not as noble and elegant as before.

Beside this apologetic white-stockinged beauty lay a sacred platinum rose longsword, and a pair of waterproof, transparent crystal stilettos with platforms that held the sweet, mature fragrance of this graceful knight's feet, glistening with drops of honey-like sweat and water.

What caught Asmody's attention most was that beside this defeated and apologetic beauty, there was a neatly stacked pile of seemingly holy and noble white veils and silver armor that even the most seductive prostitute knights would not wear.

The white veil and silver armor worn by prostitutes can be traced back to a few days after that alluring banquet.

In the boudoir of this beautiful knight, Asmodeus happened to see a heartwarming wedding portrait of this noble and graceful knight in white silk stockings with her husband.

The portrait depicts a frail-looking man and a noble, pure white knight-errant dressed in an elegant white wedding gown, wearing high-heeled silver boots and long white stockings with lace trim and a flesh-hugging halter top.

In the wedding painting, this beautiful knight in white silk has a wedding dress that differs from the other brides; it is made of pure white knight armor paired with a sacred white veil.

Her voluptuous waist and milky breasts were encased in a shrimp-shell-shaped silver belt. The chainmail that should have covered her soft, ripe buttocks was replaced with layers of pure white gauze. Her jade-like hands, which should have been long white silk gloves with lace detailing, were replaced with pure silver gauze adorned with white lace.

The beautiful knight, dressed in this silver wedding armor, exudes a gentle, noble, and elegant demeanor. Her delicate face, veiled in pure white gauze, is adorned with a dignified smile.

However, the beautiful knight depicted in this heartwarming wedding painting at the time completely lacked the noble elegance of the original painting.

This beautiful knight, with her soft, plump body and honey-like breasts, appears to be married, but her frail husband has never even touched her.

Beneath this heartwarming wedding photo, her ripe, alluring flesh, which her husband had never touched, was now adorned in the pristine white wedding dress she wore on her wedding day.

Before this heartwarming wedding scene, a man other than Asmodie, with an extremely brutal and savage act comparable to the mating of wild beasts, pressed down on his strong and tall body.

That thick, ferocious lance, right beneath the warm wedding dress of her and her husband, rose and fell with an extremely savage and brutal frequency against her strong, solid waist. The savage beast was almost wrapped in white stockings covering her buttocks, each rough thrust violating her until her noble, alluring eyes turned upwards in a heart-shaped gleam, she cried out in a seductive, mature manner, and her beautiful face was filled with infatuation.

The originally elegant and pure princess knight wedding dress has been cut and modified into a prostitute-style, bare-chested princess knight wedding dress that only lewd princess knight prostitutes would wear.

The pure silver armor that cinched her waist was cut down to just the bright silver cinched waist. Two soft, ripe, and tender breasts, overflowing with sweet, ripe milk, were only wrapped in transparent white gauze lace. The peach blossoms with pink milk pendants were not even properly covered because the white gauze was soaked with the overflowing milk.

The white gauze skirt, which had replaced the chainmail, was cut down to just a thin, hazy layer of white gauze. Under this white gauze wedding dress, the beautiful knight's honey-scented white silk vulva and two soft, moist white silk buttocks could be freely admired without even lifting the white gauze skirt.

As for the pair of bright silver high-heeled wedding boots that were originally adorned with pure white lace, they were now scattered messily under the bed, stained with drops of glistening honey. A pair of elegant and pure transparent waterproof platform crystal stilettos were hooked on Asmody's shoulders by her soft, plump, mature, white silk-clad feet, swaying up and down with the rough and savage frequency of the pounding.

After a round of brutal and savage pounding and planting, this white-stockinged beauty knight, with a seductive and intoxicated look, was once again positioned in a side-legged, waist-stretching planting position. Asmodie pressed her against the warm wedding dress painting, supporting the part of her husband's portrait, while this man other than her husband lifted one of her slender, soft, white-stockinged legs, grasped her elegant and mature white-stockinged crystal high-heeled foot, and thrust his waist into her.

Two mounds of soft, white, honey-smooth milk trembled and imprinted on the husband's face in the portrait, then were wantonly kneaded and played with by Asmodie's large hands, and the sweet and delicious milk spilled onto the husband's portrait.

After this round of leg-stretching and waist-straightening, it was time for the wall-supporting, hip-lifting position. Although her alluring body was already tall and mature, it still appeared as delicate as a female rabbit in front of Asmodie's tall and strong body. This man other than her husband lifted her soft, fragrant, white-silk-clad buttocks from between the sheets, her long white-silk-clad legs hooked on crystal high heels, helplessly dangling in the air.

Under such circumstances, she could only hold onto the wedding dress painting of herself and her husband. Right in front of her husband's portrait, she was violated until her peach-heart eyes were completely rolled up, her honey tongue was half-protruding and dripping with nectar, and her two mounds of white peach-colored breasts swayed back and forth, creating waves of milk.

As this man ravaged her until her nectar splattered, her pair of soft, plump, white-silk-clad legs trembling and shaking, he suddenly stepped back, withdrawing the savage beast that had been supporting her ripe, honeyed body. Thus, her soft, white, and creamy knightly flesh remained amidst the sweet, ripe nectar that splattered and dripped from her.

From Asmodel's perspective, this noble and graceful knight in white silk, holding a soft, white pillow, buried her beautiful head, glistening with sweat, in it. Her white jade-like back, beneath her white wedding dress, dripped with glistening, sweet sweat, and the hazy, semi-transparent white gauze skirt, soaked with honey-like sweat, softly clung to her two soft, ripe, white peach-like buttocks.

The creamy peach-shaped honey abalone and the soft, greasy honey core, hidden under the translucent white silk, have been reduced to a puff pastry shape, constantly dripping with viscous white liquid.

Throughout that entire night, she was in her own boudoir, under the backdrop of her husband's wedding dress, being violated countless times by Asmodeus, a man other than her husband.

Whether on the mattress, in front of the wedding dress painting, by the window, on the desk, in the washbasin, in the bathroom, under the bed, or even in front of the armory where she displayed the female knight's silver armor and longsword, this man repeatedly thrust his hips forward.

Inside the boudoir adorned with heartwarming wedding paintings, the soft, sweet cries of spring echoed incessantly.

Chapter 163 Milking