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I sat to the side, watching coldly. I took a random bite of the roasted meat while my attention was on the surroundings. Until I heard a movement, I finally smiled with satisfaction. Suddenly, I feigned dizziness, my body tilted, and I collapsed by the bonfire, the roasted meat in my hand falling to the ground. The Hero was startled, stood up abruptly, and said in shock: "What's happening?!" His nose caught a strange scent; a flash of alertness appeared in his eyes. He quickly covered his nose and mouth, shouting: "Everyone, cover your noses and mouths! There's a knockout drug!" However, it was too late. Shasha, Loxi, Yeli, and Nami slumped to the ground one after another, their bodies powerlessly leaning against the tents. Though they were conscious, it was as if their strength had been drained.
Shasha leaned against the tent, her face flushed as she gasped: "Lord Hero... I have no strength... so dizzy..." Before she could finish, her body went soft and she collapsed completely. Loxi bit her lower lip and groaned: "So strange... can't move..." The Hero's face darkened, and he drew his sword; his gold-trimmed armor shone in the firelight. He looked around and roared: "Who is making trouble?! Get out here!" His voice carried the pressure of a Rank 6 Hero. However, the response was a rustling sound from the jungle. Several figures slowly stepped out, wearing the uniforms of the King's guards. The lead soldier held a black spear, a lecherous glint in his eyes as he sneered: "Lord Hero, flaunting your harem every day makes us soldiers have to just stare. Today, we're going to get some revenge!"
The Hero narrowed his eyes, his sword pointing directly at the opponent, and shouted angrily: "As soldiers of the Kingdom, do you not know my name as the Hero? Are you not afraid of retribution!" He tried to use his status as a Hero to intimidate them, but the other party wasn't afraid at all. Instead, they laughed out loud: "Retribution? That'll have to wait until after we've had our way with your women! Lady Shasha's tits, Miss Yeli's charm, and Miss Loxi's body—who wouldn't want a taste after seeing them?"
Hearing this, rage surged in the Hero's eyes. Holy light sword-qi erupted as he suddenly slashed out, cleaving a Demon Soldier to the ground. However, the opponents were numerous; they quickly dispersed and coordinated their attack. The Hero swung his sword to parry; the longsword and spears clashed continuously. Although the Rank 6 Hero was strong, facing the siege of over ten Demon Soldiers, he gradually began to show signs of fatigue. The soldiers had clear roles; one part feigned attacks to distract him, while the other waited for opportunities to sneak-attack. The black spears grazed his armor, leaving shallow marks.
These Demon Soldiers were the chess pieces I had arranged in secret. Their task was not just to drain the Hero's stamina, but more importantly to humiliate him in public. Since the humans had always slandered us, we could do the same to them—planting the seeds of resentment toward the humans in the Hero's heart.
The Hero gasped for breath, his sword-qi slashing repeatedly to strike down two more soldiers, but his movements were noticeably slower. The Demon Soldiers seized the opportunity; one soldier's spear suddenly lunged at the Hero's leg, forcing him to one knee. Another soldier took the chance to pounce, swinging a chain to bind the Hero's arms, pinning him firmly to the ground. The Hero roared: "Let me go! You bastards!" He tried to struggle but, due to the influence of the drugged smoke, his strength was greatly reduced. He roared with eyes erupting with humiliation and anger: "You animals! Let them go!" However, his roar sounded powerless in the night wind, and the only response was the soldiers' lewd laughter and the moans of the four women.
Before his eyes, two Demon Soldiers lifted Shasha from the ground. Her gauze dress had long since been soaked by sweat, clinging to her fair body and outlining her full mounds and perky buttocks. The lead soldier sneered as he stepped forward, his dagger giving a swipe. Shasha's dress tore accordingly, sliding from her shoulders to her waist, revealing her pink areolae and erect nipples. A few drops of milky-white milk still hung on the mounds, emitting a dense fragrance. A lecherous glint flashed in the soldier's eyes as he whispered: "The Demon King's wife's tits are indeed different!" He suddenly pounced, grabbing Shasha's breasts and rubbing them fiercely, his thumbs pressing the nipples to squeeze out sprays of milk onto the ground like blooming white flowers.
Shasha let out a moan. After being fondled, she was pushed in front of the Hero, her body half-kneeling, her breasts swaying with her movements as milk dripped onto the Hero's face. The soldier said triumphantly: "Hero... look closely~ Her body isn't only for you to enjoy~" His tone carried a sense of mockery, as if to deliberately stimulate the Hero's nerves. The Hero clenched his teeth, his eyes full of humiliation as he roared: "Shasha! You... you bastards!" However, his roar was drowned out by the soldier's laughter.
Another soldier hugged Shasha from behind, his rough hand sliding toward her buttocks to squeeze the fair flesh. With a sudden rip, he completely tore the gauze dress away, revealing her moistened honey-hole and tight rear-end. The soldier growled: "The taste of a dual-hole pincer attack—brothers, who's first?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out his cock, which had already turned purple with hardness, and lunged it into Shasha's honey-hole, creating a wet, squelching sound. Shasha screamed, her body trembling as her honey-hole tightly encased the soldier's cock.
Not to be outdone, the lead soldier cupped Shasha's chin, leaned over, and whispered: "Pardon me, Madam!" He suddenly kissed Shasha's red lips, his tongue plundering wantonly in her mouth, their saliva pulling into glistening silver threads. On the surface, Shasha moaned, but a flash of craftiness appeared in her eyes as she secretly met the soldier's deep kiss, her tongue tangling with his like she was sinking into pleasure. A third soldier squeezed in, taking Shasha's left breast into his mouth to greedily suck the milk. The sweet liquid slid down the corner of his mouth while his other hand rubbed the right breast, squeezing out sprays of milk onto the Hero's face. The Hero struggled, the chains cutting into his arms, his eyes full of rage and resentment, yet the giant object in his crotch unfaithfully began to harden.