Although the noblewomen were never short of men, they were very conscious of their image. While they might play various games with their lovers in private, they remained elegant and serious in public. Only on celebratory occasions would they let go of everything and fully reveal themselves. When a noblewoman was aroused, she might even actively pull strange men into secluded alleys, allowing them to take advantage of her. However, when they entered the alley, they often found a beautiful and noble woman being raped by a man.
After each celebration, both nobles and commoners felt a sense of lingering satisfaction and looked forward to the next one. The first two celebrations were presided over by the old king, but after the second celebration, he abdicated the throne and handed the country to his son. The new king then announced that the old king would tour the world. However, observant people discovered that a brothel had secretly opened in a corner of the capital. The brothel owner, Zhang, "looked very much like the old king," while the brothel's star prostitute "looked very much like the former queen."
The prostitutes in the brothel were all beautiful, and they changed almost every month, but the star prostitute never changed. She was quite old, but extremely popular, not only because she was promiscuous and willing to do anything, but also because of her face and figure, which were exactly like the former queen's. Although she and the owner had exchanged names, those who deeply respected the old king and queen recognized them at a glance. However, they didn't want to admit it, so people didn't expose them. In this brothel, the citizens indulged in the former queen's advances. A noble body, yet she puts on a despicable performance.
The former queen's old cunt wasn't actually comfortable to fuck. It was loose and saggy; most men's penises didn't feel strong inside, only those with enormous penises could feel anything. Similarly, the former queen was the same; only a large penis could make her moan and groan. Her cunt was loose and looked very unsightly. It was completely black, even the vaginal opening was black. If it weren't for her status as a former queen, most men wouldn't want to fuck her. And men who had fucked her once or twice would lose interest. The reason some people still fucked her rotten cunt, besides her status, was that it was cheap. Incredibly cheap—a fraction of the cost. No prizes offered. There's even a reward for anyone who can bring her to orgasm one-on-one, but no one has ever managed it.
Although her cunt is rotten, she's still a star performer, mainly because of her acting. She accepts every imaginable way of playing with a woman. Whipping, beating—she'll take it all. If you want to practice your boxing, you can use her as a punching bag. Her breasts, ass, and cunt, covered in lewd marks, feel incredibly good to hit—much better than fucking her rotten cunt. If punches don't work, you can use a whip. The sight of her breasts and ass covered in whip marks is very alluring. If you fuck her then, even if your penis is small, she'll still feel it.
Sometimes she would perform acts unlike anything else she'd ever seen, like having sex with animals—pigs, dogs, donkeys, mules, horses, and so on. She could serve a dozen or so dogs and pigs at a time, but only one donkey or horse at a time. Besides these, she frequently performed acts of having sex with demi-humans—orcs, goblins, minotaurs, and so on, which aroused the audience's lust.
Although everyone knew their identities, no one ever revealed them, because everyone genuinely respected and loved them. It was precisely because of this respect that more and more people came; since their respected figures enjoyed such acts, everyone naturally came to support them. However, with so many people coming, more prostitutes were needed to serve them. When the brothel first opened, it only needed five or six prostitutes, but the demand grew rapidly, eventually reaching nearly a hundred. Consequently, the brothel expanded significantly. These beautiful women provided exceptionally comfortable service to their clients, charging only the price of ordinary prostitutes elsewhere. Women as beautiful as them would cost at least ten times more, and even then, there was no guarantee of a turn.
With so many beautiful women, rotating monthly, people were curious about their origins. However, considering the owner's status, they didn't mind, thinking, "They're probably from other cities!" Once, a few clients jokingly told the owner they wanted to find a virgin to have sex with, and he told them to come back the next day. When they arrived the next day, all the prostitutes in the brothel had been replaced by girls of sixteen or seventeen, numbering over a hundred. More than two hundred clients came that day. These girls were all very young and inexperienced, and each one was quite nervous. Although they didn't refuse the clients' touch, they were all somewhat afraid. When a man impatiently had sex with a girl, she cried out in pain, and blood flowed from her vagina where a penis was inserted. At this moment, the clients realized that the old king had prepared over a hundred beautiful virgins for them. In the following time, the clients tried to keep the young beauties from relaxing, only penetrating them with their consent. However, the pain of deflowering still caused many of the young beauties to cry, desperately pounding on the men on top of them. But in the end, the pounding turned into tight embraces, and the cries became comfortable moans. These experienced clients gave the young beauties a pleasurable first experience. For the next month, the young beauties were trained by the clients into little sluts, their vaginas and anuses perfectly capable of serving penises simultaneously.
Six months later, on the celebration day, the clients saw the young beauties again. Like their mothers, they were naked, frolicking and laughing with the crowd. The clients were startled to see them, but the thought of having deflowered noblewomen filled them with immense joy. Even more astonishing was that the little princess, led out by the new king, was the very first young beauty to have her virginity deflowered that day. This beautiful young woman's excellence led the king to decide to make her his successor, so she would become the queen. The man who helped the future queen lose her virginity was so happy he almost cried out. Even more unbelievable, the future queen made that man her bodyguard. The future king consort now had a formidable rival.
During the celebration, people also saw other prostitutes, who turned out to be maids and ladies-in-waiting of the royal city. Their elegant demeanor made it hard to believe they were working as prostitutes in a brothel. In the entire royal city, the only woman who couldn't be a prostitute and expose her lewd side was Sophie, because she was a national idol, a goddess in everyone's eyes. In the Kingdom of Kata, anyone who mentions Sophie's abuse will be immediately beaten by the mob. If anyone, drunk, claims to have had sex with Princess Sophie, regardless of their identity, they will be instantly overwhelmed by the enraged crowd, even if it's true.
Sophie, a woman whose nature had been corrupted to the core by Hughes's tutelage, painfully endured the inability to show her true self. Only during the once-every-five-years celebration could she enjoy the pleasure of public nudity, secretly pulling men into alleyways to indulge in it. At other times, she could only enjoy the penises of relatives, friends, and servants. Sophie's story fills me with intense envy; I long to live in such an open country. I even have a plan to develop Dragon Cloud Province into a place like that. But whenever I think about this, I clash with the perception that I'm Pang Xing's concubine, his lowly dog. Every time this clash occurs, my head throbs with unbearable pain, a pain that even my soul finds unbearable. I've already guessed the reason: Pang Xing never truly gave me freedom, nor did he truly lift the curse; he only made me believe it was lifted. I am still his lowly servant. At this point, I don't understand, and neither does my wife. If we continue like this, after the ruins are discovered, we will have no hope of redemption. We will assassinate my father under Pang Xing's orders, we will harm the righteous heroes of the martial arts world, we will become their greatest accomplices. If no one helps us break free from the curse, we will never have another chance.